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ickymichi · 3 years

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𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

a tendou satori x reader series.

✟ there’s always been the one rule every person who’s been in a band knows not to break, never mess around with your band mates. but Satori was sick of the groupies, sick of catching the bra’s and panties that were flung at him every night. he just wanted the one thing he couldn’t have.

✟ warnings: swearing, eventual smut, eventual angst(?), drug use, inappropriate themes, comedy.

✟ things to know: band au!, some timeskip careers mentioned, slow updates.

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✟ word count: 1.8k

✟ note: first actual chapter of this series! it’s nothing big but obviously i wanted to get something written for this series! but i hope you enjoy my dears! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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The bright lights and screams from the small crowd in the underground venue was what brings you back down from the high you’re always on whenever you sit on the small bouncing stool behind the drum set on stages every second or third night. You heard Semi thanking everyone for coming and whatever shit he always says. Once you seen him bow and Tendou go to pick up the collection of bra’s and panties thrown on stage, you raised a hand and threw one of the drumsticks into the crowd, your own way of saying goodbye before making your way offstage. Semi and Tendou’s tall frames following behind, the same order as always.

The sweat was pouring out of you, tonight being more of a wilder one than the usual calm sets you’ve been having in bars or party’s recently. they were easy money, but they got boring after just a few hours. so all three of you were in desperate need of a night like tonight.

Turning the corner of the small, dark corridor to your dressing room for tonight you were met with the stench of weed, 3 different girls on the beat up leather couch, a rolled joint in one of the girls hands and white lines on a tray to the others left. Like always, you went straight to the showers to get the scent of sweat and fake smoke of you.

You really don’t know when but the cropped black tank top you had on was ripped down one side but your usual headband you sported every show was missing and it now became you new priority to track it down. “Satori! Where the fuck is my headband?” you stomped back out to see the wanted man desperately trying to pull the tight leather pants down his lanky legs. His head was whipped up to at the sound of your annoyed voice and then quickly darted his eyes over to the blonde that had previously rolled the joints and was now fawning over semi and his revealed tattoos. “oi” was all you muttered out behind her and holding out your empty hand—also noting some of your rings were gone. She turned her head to you with a scowl covering her features, which also revealed your missing accessory that caused your distress. “that’s her bandana and she’s quite obviously looking for it back,” Tendou quipped in making every one bar the girl laugh. After time, she untied it from the back and forcefully placed it back in your hand. Dramatically you held your arm, acting as if she pained you, tendou again laughing with you.

Finally you were able to hop into the shower and quickly get your self freshened and rub the accesses makeup off your eyes that was already smudged from your constant wiping, trying to stop the sweat dripping from your hairline.

“(y/n)!! please help me out of these, semisemi just keeps fucking laughing!” the peace and quiet you had was quickly interrupted by Tendou’s loud whining. “how the fuck am I not supposed to laugh when your walking around with them swinging around your ankles and your dick hanging out?” “what, Its out?!”

The large door separating the bathroom from the connected dressing room swung open and revealed Satori with his leathers pooled at his ankles and— surprising his dick not actually ‘hanging out’. “please help me sugartits, they’re fucking stuck even with my skinny ankles,” he hopped onto the counter and held his legs up for you to guide them off him. “well for starters, take your fucking shoes off!, and also I swear i saw these in the women’s section of some online store?” jokingly you shouted at him and moved to untie the doc martin’s around his feet. “yeah? You probably did, stole them from that chick that wouldn’t stop hanging off me last month,” both of you laughing at his silliness and falling into a comfortable silence.

The only noise was the voices off the others in the separate room and a recognisable Mötley Crüe song shaking the floor from the stage.

“what you think of tonight then?” the silence being broken by Satori like usual. “uhhh, it was definitely something but yeah, it was fun. Its nice to have a night like that every now and then, specially since we’ve just been in bars doing the same covers for the past two weeks. What about you huh?” he hummed, a noise of agreement showing he was listening, a habit you grew to learn. “I guess it was good fun yeah, although I didn’t appreciate nearly getting hit with a dildo within the first two songs. But I agree, it’s nice to do our own shit and not covers in a bar with a bunch of middle age boring shits. I think we’ve another show that’ll probably be like this again on Saturday.”

Saturday, today was Thursday so you’ve a nice day or two to just lie around, the other probably filled with travelling and setting up.

After about 10 minutes you had unlaced both his boots and chucked them onto the floor and not too long later his ‘borrowed’ pants joined them. “thanks chicken, lifesaver as always,” he pulled you into an embrace with one arm before leaving to find his spare clothes in the other room. He did always have the weirdest nicknames.

The night bled into the early hours of the morning, Semi and Tendou both getting their share of the girls there while you kicked your feet up, sparking up a conversation and passing the joints with your friend Taichi who was also your ‘manager’, he wasn’t really he just acted like it when venues would ask important questions and tagged along for the free show and nights at different clubs.

He was also the one who suggested you start moving to the motel down the street for the night before the venue boots you all out. Quickly you agreed, not fancying seeing any more glimpses of your friends and strangers body parts. Obviously the girls whined to the boys, asking if they could come, saying it’s dangerous for girls to walk home alone at night, “sorry ladies, but we’ll be sharing a bed tonight and I don’t fancy getting an unwanted facial on a Thursday night,” you butted into their persuasive conversation by wrapping an arm around the boys from the back of the couch and giving a friendly smile.

By the time you all got your equipment packed away and into the van it was nearing 4:30 in the morning and you, quite literally we’re going to fall into the bed. It wasn’t the nicest of places but you were just spending tonight and the next two there, unless you decided to go out after the shows and find some rando’s condo to spend the night in. All three of you pushed your way into the small room trying to get the edges of the double bed. And it wasn’t easy trying to squeeze through two 6’2 lean men, resulting in you again stuck in the middle of them staring at the blank roof, desperately waiting for the sun to rise so you could find some place to get food and away from the mess of limbs under the covers.

When you did wake up it felt like you’d only slept for two hours, when in reality it had been about 10. The afternoon sun melting through the old curtains and falling into your pillow. As you moved to see what had finally woke you from the deep sleep you saw Semi at the small table, his guitar resting on his knees and his worn, nimble fingers scribbling words on his notebook he kept for when lyrics would come to him.

“mornin’ early bird,” all you could let out was a groan, your mind still coming to its senses. “there’s food n’ shit there Satori went out to get it, we was the first up, surprisingly,” he breathed out the last remark before moving to pick up the red pencil and get back to writing lyrics before they left his head.

The food that Tendou got was still warm so he must’ve of been up long before you anyway. “where is he?” “beats me, probably wandering round like always,” quickly he responded and took the pic from between his teeth and started strumming a tune while humming, what you were guessing, was the lyrics on the page.

Letting your curiosity get the better of you, you pulled your phone from where it was connected to the wall by the charger and found Satori’s contact and pressed the call icon, moving away from the sound of Eita and his guitar you went to go outside and sit on the bench outside your rooms window.

“hello, hello,” his ever cheerful voice filled the speakers of your phone that was wedged between your shoulder and ear. “hey, I was just calling to see where you are that’s all,” you piped up when he went quiet, tutting when you realised you were out of cigarettes. “oh you know, just out sightseeing ‘tis all,” “cool cool, well i’m going to the store now you need anything?” he hummed into the phone, indicating that he was thinking of something he needed. “just cigs I guess and get me that drink I like while there, i’ll pay you later,” bidding him goodbye as the small shop on the corner came into view you slipped your phone into your sweatpants pocket and walked to the back where they kept the energy drinks.

Exiting the shop with everything you needed you walked to make your way back till you saw a familiar head of red locks across the street and quickly, but quietly made your way to his figure.

Sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his middle, feeling his ribs press into your arms, something you’ve noted recently. He sucked air into his lungs and jumped slightly before laughing with you. “here you go your highness,” was how you greeted him and chucked him his requested items. “thanks muffincake, i’ll pay you back later I swear,” you scoffed and shook his offer off, suggesting you stroll around the city until Semi called either of you to ‘get your sorry asses back to the room’.

Your stroll progressed into a very long walk and by the time Satori suggested you head back with an arm around your shoulder it was already dark, the night life staring to come out of hiding. eyeing a club across the street you thought might be a good shout to visit in case you three got bored tonight, making a mental note of its location.

“Didn’t Semisemi say we need to go over the set list again cause, someone, messed up last night,” a sing-song voice dragged you out of your club browsing and brought a scowl to your face. “excuse me, you’re the one who told me we were doing ‘nasty’ after the interlude, prick,” he pulled his chin up and started to ‘think’ about your accusation before loudly dubbing it false; “nope, I don’t recall doing such a thing. I could never, but if it boots your already sky high ego then, of course I did my dearest apologies baby cakes,” “do you ever shut up,” “when i’m face first in pus-” “Don’t even!”

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#🎸.my band #🤍.satori #tendou fic #tendou satori #tendou x reader #tendou headcanon #tendou smut #tendou x y/n #haikyuu tendou

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crabbng · 4 years

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Kings of Sorts: Episode 2 COVER CONTEST!

we’re making it happen. so you remember alex’s great cover?

well it made me think how fun would it be to have a series of kos covers drawn by different artists starring one character and having them be themed by color! SO! who is the star and what is the color theme for episode 2?

it’s KIIGARI ! and ORANGE/YELLOW !

RULES:

i want these to be easily sourced to the artist so please post it on whatever social media you use, tag me and use the tag #koscovercontest (i’ll be reblogging/rting all of them)

when you’ve done that please email me a link to your post and the actual pic to [crabbng(at)gmail.com] so i dont miss any! (and also so i can contact you easily if u win!)

submit your own work (obvi) multiple submissions are just fine!

SPECIFICATIONS:

the cover is 8.5″x11″ (300 dpi) and it would be great if it was formatted like alex’s (above) with room for the title/my name/your name OR if you’d like to incorporate those into your design, feel free to!

TIMELINE:

starts now, i’m going to have the contest go until the end of july! so get them posted/emailed to me by 7/31! it doesn’t matter if you send it in earlier or later in the timeline, all will be considered equally (dont feel like you have to wait cause i am so interested to see what ppl come up with)

WINNER:

the winner will (obviously) get their pic to be the cover and i’ll send you a free printed copy of Kings of Sorts Episode 2!

im so excited to see people’s entries! i hope you join in and have fun doing so! if you dont think your art is good enough for a cover, send it in anyways! i’m sure there are plenty of people who would say my art isn’t suited for quality comics, but i do it anyways, so you should to. u never know what other ppl will see in your art. plus. my birthday is this month. so it's dual purpose as a birthday gift.

#kings of sorts #koscovercontest #I DONT EXPECT RESULTS SOON BUT IF UR INTERESTED PLZ GIVE ME A SIGN...#THAT U ARE GONNA PERHAPS ENTER #if i just get one entry.. it'll be a success

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bakagamieru · 4 years

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Hi! I've been feeling really down, as well as frustrated and sad these past few days and I guess I'm here for a bit of reassurance maybe? Your blog was what opened my eyes to Ziam and also to the stunt ot4 v Zayn and all that, about a year ago, so I'm quite new. Your masterposts especially have been very informative! So basically I trust your judgement in this as someone who's been here a while and gone through it. Anyway, I completely believe in Ziam along with Larry now (been a Larrie (1)

(2) a long while) and I also believe all bbg's are fake etc. The thing I still get confused about/doubt sometimes, is the whole Harry&Louis & Zayn 'feud' thing. Most days I'm sure in my heart that all the twitter fights and post-interviews being mad at Z is all fake and part of a narrative. Zayn honestly even put lyrics to a song about a fight before actual fight for fucks sake?! Also it was all so ridiculous and public, childish, etc. it can't possibly have been real. Then his 'falling out

(3) with NB in the end. Also what ELSE (if not that 'fight') could they have been mad at him for? For 'leaving' because of his health (or whatever they said was the reason)? And after all this time still being mad/or at least bringing it up? Sounds very unlike H&L too doesn't it? Then I remember rbb/sbb, and this is something I've researched TOO MUCH honestly. Some people still refuse to even admit it was there or that it meant ANYTHING. But that goddamn yellow smiley was there several times

(4) after the 'twitter fight'. Why would that be the case? Also Ziam being together, and Louis being so close with Liam and hating on his man? It just doesn't add up anywhere. Sorry I know this is just me sounding very insecure about it all and atm I kinda am. I was having a discussion with a Larrie the other day. One of the bigger blogs with a big influence and lots of people reblogged and agreed with them, when I was trying to point out how I think 1D as a 'whole' are still being under some

(5) form of contract or image clause at the very least. They said the whole contract thing is fanfiction at this point (besides Louis essentially) and the other boys are all free to do whatever. They also don't believe in Ziam or that Zayn is friends with the boys at all. Mentioned how Harry is still 'salty' about him in interviews etc etc. They are so SURE of themselves. But yeah even though I mostly KNOW I still doubt on this because of the fucked up narratives. what if H&L / Zayn really did

(7) has been a stunt? Not saying they hang out as best friends these days maybe, what with their own lives and pandemic on top of it, but do you still think they're 'family'/ot5forever'? I honestly feel like I get gaslighted even by Larries these days and it's not much fun to follow them anymore :( Seeing Harry with Niall made me smile though! Gives me at least some hope that they still are close xx //This got very long, I'm so sorry. You can answer in tags if you wish :)

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Number 6 never seems to have made it to my inbox. Good job numbering them, though, because I never would have realized one was missing otherwise.

Anyway, I hate to say it, but talking to Larries is a fraught prospect. Almost all of the people who still call themselves Larries don’t believe in Ziam and it’s because they’ve never bothered to actually look at the evidence. They don’t treat all of the boys with the same respect or interest that they treat Harry and Louis, so any time you try to convince them of a stunt related to Liam, Zayn, or Niall, they’re likely going to make their decision based on nothing but bias and refuse to budge on it no matter how much evidence you have. Taking their word on Louis being the only one still under contract/sabotaged when they clearly don’t pay any attention to what’s actually going on with the other boys would be foolish. You can always try to change a Larrie’s mind and maybe there should always be people that do try, but from my perspective, it’s just a depressing and infuriating situation to put yourself in.

At best, I would have those conversations privately, especially if the blog has a lot of influence. A blog with a lot of influence has ulterior motives to not changing their views publicly because if they do, they may well lose followers. You may have a chance of getting them to look at evidence if you’re talking in private though.

I know the whole 1D friendship thing is hard right now because it’s been more than 5 years since they’ve really interacted. We’ve gotten some Niam, Nouis, and Lilo here and there, but most of that is just talk even, no pics. Because we have no immediate evidence of their friendship in front of us, all we have to rely on is interviews which we KNOW are BS-narrative machines. It’s hard to ignore them when it’s all we have, but we should ignore them anyway because past experience has taught us just how much interviews push stunt narratives.

I would actually say the whole Narry outing recently gives us more to believe in than anything else. If Harry and Niall hung out completely in public and we only found out about it through a picture a week or two later that could easily have never been identified by a fan, then it’s pretty likely that all the boys have managed to hang out whenever they want without being noticed, right? Especially if they went to each other’s houses instead of to a public hiking trail. There’s so much going on behind the scenes that we don’t have access to or knowledge of. Zayn could have hung out with any one of the boys at any time because we hardly know where he is. He’s almost never even on social media, so there are huge chunks of time where he’s unaccounted for.

The hiatus is hard specifically because of a lack of new information and because the status quo (in terms of the BS narrative) has had no reason to change for a long time. I’ve said it before, but with Zayn’s situation, the only time after hiatus started that it makes narrative and business sense to reverse the “feud” narrative is leading up to a reunion. That means we most likely WILL NOT see any improvement until a reunion approaches and with the pandemic, that’s definitely not happening this year and probably not even next. It sucks, but the status quo of BS being maintained is what we should expect right now and just because it IS being maintained isn’t a sign of anything having worsened. It’s just logical. If you want to use the hype of a reconciliation to get fans excited, to sell tickets, to earn money, etc., then you need to wait until a reunion so that you HAVE tickets to sell and money to earn.

I would say hold on to the logical conclusions you can come to from the time when we had a lot of information to go off of (the OTRA tour and just after) and try not to read into anything happening now because there’s just about NOTHING happening right now and there’s just not enough data to find patterns and draw conclusions about the reality behind the fakery.

#one direction #bakagamieru #I hope that helps #when I say 'Larries' I don't mean everyone that believes in Larry #because I'm pretty sure most people who believe in Ziam also believe in Larry #but pretty much none of them call themselves Larries #Anonymous

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stormtrprinstilettos · 5 years

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10 Easy Rules (Ch. 2) - Dom!90s Roger x sub!reader (smutty smut)

Series Summary: Reader is a young 20-something who is living back home with her parents, and she meets their new neighbor.

Chapter summary: Official submission, jealousy, and no reprieve.

Chapter warnings: language, smut, D/s, minor S/M

Word count: 7172

[A/N: Be warned - this one is more aggressive than the first one. Also, credit to the maker of this pic - @maccameddows. And... 250 notes are in play. Give them to me. And reblogs are loved, y’all.]

Brunch. You hate brunch with the ladies but you do it to make your mother happy. Every Sunday, with the same people and the same topics of conversation. Charlotte Garland will complain about her husband and flutter on about whatever new cute, young guy she met in town. Sarah Ward will bounce between yammering about her son Danny and her daughter Kim who is studying in Italy. Your mother? She’s the only one who will mix it up a little but somehow always manages to make passive aggressive observations about you.

The only thing that saves you is the champagne that is so nicely served with the food. You feel so entirely fake at these, sitting in some pretty little dress with an obnoxious hat on your head. This isn’t who you are. This is so far from who you are. But you fake it with a smile and keep drinking the champagne. And that’s what you’re doing when you hear Mrs. Ward greet the two people who just walked up to your table to say hello. “Mr. Taylor, you’re a good man. Peter never comes to these things.”

You start to choke on the sip you were trying to swallow, and your mother starts to pat you on the back. “You would be the one who can’t even swallow properly,” she scoffs.

“I’m sorry for causing a scene, mother,” you sarcastically reply. “I can swallow just fine.” You glance up and see Roger trying to stifle a smirk, but he’s not doing a very good job.

“Please,” Mrs. Garland says. “Why don’t you two join us? We can shift so you can sit next to each other.”

She – whoever she is to him – starts to laugh. “We can sit apart. It’s not like I’m not around him all the time anyway.” She takes the empty seat on the other end of the table, leaving the only empty seat for Roger next to you. You’re not complaining one bit.

“You look nice today,” he says to you with a smile before leaning into your ear. “Good enough to eat.”

“Hmm,” you chuff and smirk as you take a sip of your champagne. “Anytime, Mr. Taylor.”

He starts to nervously fidget in his seat and you start to laugh. “I feel out of place here.”

“Relax,” you giggle. “We don’t bite.”

“I do,” he whispers in your ear. You clear your throat and feel his hand come to rest on your lap, which is the worst thing that could possibly happen right now because you’re already struggling to stay collected. “How long does all of this last?”

“Until they run out of things to gossip about.” You rest your elbow on the table and lean your head against your hand, turning it to look at Roger. “What are you doing?” you whisper.

He smirks and looks directly into your eyes. “Evoking rule number two.” Your eyes grow wide and he leans close to you again and furrows his brow while giving you a devilish smile. “You didn’t think I was actually finished with you, did you?” You thought he was, or that it would maybe happen one or two more times. You thought the whole “Daddy” thing was a joke yesterday but now you’re thinking it wasn’t. “They’re not paying us any attention,” he chuckles. “Relax.”

“Roger…” you whisper, and his hand starts to move from your thigh down to your knee. “Stop it.” Of course, he doesn’t stop, because rule number one clearly states that he is in control. When his hand finds the hem of your dress, it moves underneath and rubs your inner thigh. “Stop,” you mouth and give him a subtle, almost panicked look. But he doesn’t stop. He nudges your thighs, silently telling you to spread them apart. You shake your head no, and he raises an eyebrow. “Here? Now?” you whisper. He holds up two fingers and smirks. “But…”

He quietly chuckles and keeps prodding as he turns his eyes away from you. “Are you enjoying your meal, Mr. Taylor?” your mother asks.

“Mmm yes,” he answers. “Very much.” You move your legs apart just a little bit, but not enough to give him easy access to the area he’s trying to reach. Somehow he manages to reach it anyway. “I’m quite pleased with the cherries.” He sticks one finger underneath your panties and wiggles it, and you struggle to stay still. “So sweet. And juicy.” He takes one off of his plate and pops it in his mouth with a smile.

You quickly pick up your champagne and take a sip. “Are you feeling okay, Y/N?” Mrs. Ward asks from across the table. “You look a little flushed.”

You clear your throat and smile. “I’m okay. Just a little light headed. I should go easy on the drink,” you giggle.

“Why don’t you take her home, Roger?” his whatever-she-is tells him. “I know you don’t want to sit here and hear us chit chat.”

You didn’t need much convincing to leave, and he didn’t need any convincing at all to take you away from there. Conveniently, once again, you’re locked out of the house, so there’s only one place to go. And, conveniently, the two of you are alone again. You don’t ask where the kids are. You don’t care. All you’re focused on right now is how he’s holding your wrist and rushing you into what you assume is his office. You don’t even have the chance to take in your surroundings. You don’t care about your surroundings anyway.

Roger sits on a chair and calls you over to him. “Take it off,” he commands. “The dress. Off.” You do as you’re told. He pulls you close, one hand grasping your ass and the other running over your stomach as he looks you up and down. “Fucking perfect,” he smiles. “But I knew that already.”

You don’t know what to make of any of this. Just like you were yesterday, you’re speechless and completely under his control. You stand there in front of him, just like yesterday, and silently await his next instruction. There’s just something about him – his voice and his eyes are so fucking hypnotic, and you’re completely void of any self-control. He reaches a hand out and tugs on the waist of your panties, and you pull them down. He didn’t even have to say anything. Just like he didn’t have to do anything but point at your bra before you took that off, too.

He pulls you to his lap, your back to his chest, and spreads your legs open, draping one of them over the arm of the chair and your arm behind his neck. He holds you close with one arm wrapped around your abdomen and tugs on your earlobe with his teeth. “So beautiful,” he groans. He moves his mouth down to your nipple and starts to tug with his teeth as his free hand starts to rub on your mound, his fingers gently rubbing on your clit. Your breathing is heavy and your moans are loud. “Shh shh,” he whispers. “Keep it down.” He nuzzles his face in your neck as he slides a finger inside of you. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasp.

“You can have this all the time,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you.” He holds his finger inside, wiggling it around and your mouth drops open. “Do you want Daddy to take care of you?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “Yes I want Daddy to take care of me.”

“You’ll have to listen to what Daddy says, Y/N,” he groans. “Do what Daddy tells you to do. Always be a good girl, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And if you’re not a good girl, Daddy will punish you, do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy doesn’t want to have to punish you, princess. But I will if I need to, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You’re beautiful, baby girl,” he says as he kisses your neck. “You’re beautiful when you smile. When you laugh. When you get flustered,” he chuckles. “Now I’m going to find out how beautiful you are with my cock inside you.”

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since you’ve been with him. A week since you’ve seen him since he and his family went out of town for a small trip. Two weeks and you don’t know how you managed to not lose your damn mind.

“Don’t you think that skirt is a little short, Y/N?” your mom asks as you walk into the living room. “This is a birthday party, not a strip club we’re going to.”

You scowl at her and look down at what you’re wearing. “It doesn’t even come that far above my knees,” you laugh. “Why are you being such a prude?”

“It’s a bit tight,” you dad grumbles. “What’s wrong with that pants outfit?”

Roger won’t have easy access if I wear pants, is what you want to say. Of course, that’s not what you actually say. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with what I’m wearing,” you laugh. “I’ll just stay home if this is a problem.”

“Please, no dramatics tonight,” your mom groans. “Let’s just go before we’re late and ruin the surprise.”

“Yes,” you say. “Can’t ruin Mrs. Garland’s birthday.”

When you walk into the party with your parents, your eyes immediately start to scan the room trying to find him, but you see everyone else you don’t want to see. You see the Wards, including Danny. You see other familiar faces, but you don’t see Roger, and your heart starts to sink. When you notice Danny walking over to you, you quickly make your way to the bar, hoping he’ll turn away.

“You’re looking especially lovely tonight,” you hear a familiar, soothing voice say from behind you. “That skirt really accentuates your…”

“Hey, Y/N,” Danny calls out before the voice can finish his statement. “How are you?” Fuck you, Danny, you grumble to yourself. “Ah, Mr. Taylor. Nice to see you again.”

After they shake hands and you smile, Danny starts to regale you with some story about something you don’t even know about, because, as usual, when Roger is around you, nothing and no one else exists. “How was Cornwall?” you ask him – Roger, not Danny who you forgot was even there. “I heard you were there for a few days.”

“It was nice, as always,” he smiles. “Next time we go you should come with us.”

Danny finally gets the hint and walks away, somewhat defeated if the expression on his face is any indication as to how he’s feeling. After making sure no other ears are nearby, you give Roger a fake pout mixed with a smirk. “I’ve missed you, Daddy,” you whisper. “I wore this skirt for you.”

“I’ve missed you too, precious,” he whispers. “And I am a big fan of the skirt. We’ll have to get you more like that.” Your mom starts to wave you over to her and you roll your eyes, and he immediately notices your demeanor change. “Is everything okay, Y/N?”

You shake your head no and try to force a smile. “It’s been a rough week,” you whisper. “Nothing unusual, really. We had a big argument and it’s just been super tense at home.”

“I told you, don’t let them…”

“It’s easy to say when you’re not the one hearing it constantly,” you snip before toning it down. “It makes it harder when I don’t have anyone to vent to.”

“You know I’m always here,” he tells you.

“You are, unless you’re not, which you weren’t,” you say with a smile, trying to hide your upset. “It’s not your fault. You have a…”

You stop your sentence because you see her walking up. Her. The person who is slowly becoming the bane of your existence. Her, the one he goes home to after he sees you. Her, the one who is standing next to him and giving him a kiss on his cheek. “Hey, Y/N, how are you?” You’re trying not to let your jealousy peek through. You smile, hoping it doesn’t look too fake. “Get me a drink, will you, love?” she asks Roger, who clearly doesn’t want to, but he excuses himself anyway. “I love that man,” she beams. “I hope one day you find someone like him.” Oh, you have. You’ve found one just like him. “You know we’ve been together for 15 years and he’s still every bit romantic as he always was.”

You try to keep hiding your jealousy. You try to keep smiling and seem happy for her when you tell her she’s a lucky woman, and you hope she’s buying it. Thankfully, she becomes distracted by someone else and walks away, and you’re relieved. You don’t like her. It’s not just because of the jealousy knowing she gets to sleep next to Roger every night. She’s not a person you would like regardless. She’s pretentious. She’s snobby. She’s condescending. You can’t stand her. And watching her flounce around all night is really, really annoying.

You’ve made a point to stay away from your parents, having to deal with the incessant tension at home. Tonight you wanted to forget about all of it. The only problem is that the person you want to forget it with is on the other side of the room and he’s been there all night, except for the few minutes earlier that he wasn’t. You were watching him. He was watching you, too. Neither one of you sure how to or if you even should make a move. Sneak off. Disappear. Anything. You need him. Not sexually, although you wouldn’t complain one bit. You need to talk to him. You need to vent. You at least need a hug. He knows. He could sense your tension before you were interrupted earlier. So when you walk past him to head to the restroom, he silently counts to 100 then tries to follow you, but he is stopped by your father who ropes him into a conversation.

You waited as long as you could and storm out of the bathroom, frustrated that he didn’t show. When you walk out, the first person you see is your mom, and she calls you over to the table. “Come socialize,” she says as you sit down. You do so begrudgingly, since she’s at the table.

“So finish telling us,” Mrs. Ward says as she turns to her. “Peter has lost all sense of romance and I want to live vicariously through you.”

“Well, as I was saying, it was a terribly stressful week, and we had such an argument the night before because he’s seemed so distracted lately…” You had to chuckle to yourself because he was absolutely distracted – with you. And she had no idea. “… and when I walked into the bathroom he had the bath already drawn, a trail of rose petals leading the way. And two glasses of champagne ready, candles lit. It was perfect.” You glance up and see him standing off to the side with the men and you glare at him. He smiles, not knowing what’s going on, but your glare doesn’t stop. You’re angry. You needed him that night. That’s the night you called him because you needed to talk to him, and he wasn’t there for you. He said he was busy, he couldn’t talk – and you understood. But now? He blew you off. For her. He turns his back so you’ll stop looking at him, and that angers you even more. “… and the next day on the way to Cornwall he couldn’t keep his hands off me.”

You stand up and go find Danny. You don’t want anything from him except a ride home. That’s all. And that’s what he gives you. But Roger doesn’t know that. He sees you walking out with Danny’s hand on your back. You don’t care. You want him to see you. That’s why before you walk out, you look over your shoulder and smirk at him, because two can play this stupid game.

“You always need to have something in your mouth, don’t you?” he laughs as he sits next to you on the park bench, the place the two of you clandestinely meet every morning he’s available. “Stop smoking. It’s not healthy.”

“Is this some new rule?” you ask as you roll your eyes.

He looks at you a bit perturbed and his tone lets you know. “Yes, it’s a new rule. Number five. Take care of yourself,” he says as he grabs the cigarette out of your mouth and throws it to the ground.

“Yes, Daddy,” you snip and roll your eyes.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” he fusses. “You eat healthy, you jog every morning, and then you smoke?”

You turn and look at him and muster up every ounce of sarcasm you can. “Gives me something to suck on when I can’t have your cock in my mouth.”

“Why the fucking attitude, Y/N?”

“Because I’m fucking tired, Roger.”

“I don’t care if you’re tired. You won’t get that attitude with me. I didn’t do anything to you.”

“No, you didn’t,” you chuff. “That’s the problem.” He looks at you, confused by this sudden attitude. “I heard all about the champagne and rose petals in the tub last week.” You want to cry, but you hold back every bit of emotion except for this angry attitude you’re giving him right now. “I needed you but you were too busy.”

“Are you jealous?” he chuckles. “My sweet girl is jealous?”

“I could go find somebody who won’t ever be too busy for me, you know.”

“You could. But you won’t.”

“Try me.”

“You won’t.” He rubs his hand on your thigh and stares into your eyes with a smirk. “Because you’re mine.”

“Who said I’m yours?”

He laughs and taps your knees, and you reflexively spread your legs. He looks around and makes sure no one is in eyesight before he puts his hands down the front of your shorts and presses against you with his fingers. “Don’t even try to deny it. I know you’re mine. Look how wet you get for me.” He sticks two fingers inside you and chuckles. “I didn’t even have to tell you to spread your legs. You did it without being told.”

“Please, Roger,” you groan. “Don’t...”

“I don’t even have to tell you to beg. You just do it. All without being told.” He pulls his hand out and sucks your juices off of his fingers. “I own you, baby.”

You softly bite your bottom lip and stare at his mouth. “Yeah,” you whisper. “You do.” He absolutely does. For the past month he’s owned you. Ever since that first day in your bedroom when he made you cum three more times before he went home. He completely owns you.

“What did you need me for?” he asks.

“I needed to talk,” you smile sadly. “Hear your voice. Hear you tell me that everything’s going to be okay, even if it won’t.” You love hearing his voice. It soothes you. It comforts you. You’re oddly attached to it.

He puts his arm on the back of the bench and rubs on your back. “We’re going into London tonight.” He wasn’t asking. He was commanding. And it wasn’t in the usual joking way. “I know you don’t work tonight so there’s no excuse you can possibly give me as to why you can’t.” You start to talk, but he holds a finger over your mouth. “No one will know. Just you, me and Jerry.”

“Who the fuck is Jerry?” you laugh.

“My driver,” he says. “And watch your mouth.”

“Why do you have a driver?”

“Because I like to drink over dinner.” After making sure there’s still no one around, he gives you a quick kiss. “Wear that green dress. And the black bra and panties I got for you that you haven’t had the chance to wear yet.” He stands up from the bench and rubs his finger down your cheek. “And keep your hair down.” He starts to walk away, but quickly turns back around. “And those black heels. You know the ones I like.”

“Roger?” you call out.

“Jerry will pick you up at 6. We have reservations for 7:30 so we can’t be late.”

He was quiet on the car ride to the restaurant. He didn’t even sit next to you. You wondered why you were even there, but you didn’t ask. When you tried to talk to him he ignored you and stared out of the window instead.

He wasn’t talkative during dinner, either. In fact, the only time you heard him speak was when he was ordering the food - for the both of you, which you found quite irritating, especially since he didn’t order anything you would have chosen. But you said nothing, because you knew it would be a lost cause anyway, and you were happy that he was at least acknowledging your presence, even if he wasn’t speaking to you. You didn’t want the wine with your dinner, but you drank it anyway. You didn’t want dessert, but you ate it anyway.

When dinner is finally finished and you walk outside, the driver is standing by the car and graciously opens the door for the two of you to get in. As you’re getting comfortable, you hear Roger tell Jerry to not go back home.

“We’re not going home?” you ask as the door closes.

“No,” he says, finally speaking to you. “We’ve more important things to do.”

“We do?” you ask sarcastically, feigning astonishment.

“Oh, yes,” he growls in your ear, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “We do.”

You gasp at the sudden sting, your faces only inches apart and your breathing begins to quicken. This is new. His other hand slips under your dress and finds its way to your panties in no time.

“No!” you whisper in his ear. “The driver is right there. He can see us! Please!”

“You better stay still and be very quiet, then,” he quietly tells you. “You don't want Jerry to find out how much of a slut you really are, do you?”

You close your eyes and shake your head in response. His fingers press against your pussy through the lace fabric and rubs your swollen clit at an excruciatingly slow pace. You dig your nails into his forearm and bite on your lower lip while he keeps rubbing and teasing you.

“You’re mine, baby girl,” he growls. “Mind, body and soul.” He bites your earlobe and makes you jump. “I will have you whenever, wherever and however I want. You know this.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper.

“What rule is that?”

“Two. Rule number two,” you gasp. This isn’t what you wanted when you decided to start playing your game with him. You never thought you’d be so turned on by the idea of being used for someone else's pleasure, but just thinking about it has your pussy soaking wet. All you want right now is to be treated like Daddy’s little slut. He keeps touching you and your body squirms in a great discomfort.

“Your own needs are to be forgotten, understand?” he aggressively whispers into your ear, and you nod in response. “The only desire you will ever have from now on is to satisfy my every need. Every. Fucking. Need, Y/N.” He owns you. You repeat those words over and over in your head and a quiet moan escapes your lips. “Look how wet you get for me. Why is that, baby girl?”

“Because you own me, Daddy,” you whisper.

He takes his hand from underneath your skirt and tells you to straighten yourself up. When you snap out of your daze, you realize that the car is parked in front of a townhouse. You quickly close your legs and smooth down your dress, and rake your fingers through your hair while you clear your throat. Jerry is already standing by the door and opens it for you. You smile at him but avoid eye contact, probably looking guilty as hell. You find your way out of the car and Roger follows behind. As he thanks the driver, you stare down at the sidewalk like it’s the most fascinating thing you’d ever seen. When Roger walks up the steps and through the door, you scurry by his side, never lifting your eyes from the ground.

When you get inside, you look up and see him standing there smiling at you. “You seem to find me really entertaining,” you smirk.

“Not entertaining,” he softly replies. “Adorable.” He grabs your waist and pulls you close to him. “Fucking adorable,” he says, still smiling.

You reflexively giggle and look at him playfully. “What’s so adorable?”

He runs the backs of his fingers on your cheek and nonchalantly responds. “It's almost as if you have no idea what kinds of shameful shit I'm going to make you do tonight.” He runs his fingers softly through your hair and brings your chin up, piercing into your core with his stare. “Perhaps you really are unaware, but it is cute nonetheless.” He gently kisses your forehead and chuckles at your tension he’s sensing. “Relax, sweetheart,” he says in a loving tone. “You’re getting exactly what you deserve tonight.”

Roger walks away and takes a seat on his couch and signals for you to sit next to him. You comply, of course, without saying a word. He looks at you seated so close to him with your legs crossed, and places one firm hand on your thigh while the other gently strokes your cheek.

“I was not happy with your attitude this morning, baby,” he says. “So don't think for one second I'll go easy on you.” You nod at his words like a good girl does when she’s being scolded. His hand wraps carefully in your hair and draws you closer to him. “Look at me,” he commands. You lift your eyes and stare into his icy blue eyes that give away no clues as to what he might be thinking.

Roger leans in and kisses you, your tongue melting into his as you enjoy the tender, yet firm, touch of his hand on your thigh. His hand slowly travels up your body and caresses your breast. You want more, and you start thrusting your body toward his, longing for more of his touch. He must feel how desperate you are for him, because he stops, his hand still tangled in your hair.

“What are you?” he asked, jerking your head back.

You answer without hesitation. “Your baby girl.” He tugs harder on your hair and repeats his question. You quickly realize your mistake and sound very desperate when you try to fix it. “I’m your little slut, Daddy.”

“No more fuckups, Y/N,” he firmly states. “They might have been cute at first, but it’s been a month and I expect more of you. I expect perfection. Do you understand?”

"Yes, Daddy,” you answer with a shaken voice. He releases your hair and nods once, pleased with your obedience.

He points to his bedroom. “Go wait in there for me,” he orders you, and respond with a nod, quickly standing up and walking to the door.

Before you walk in, you stop and turn to him. “Should I undress?"

He sighs and glares at you, clearly irritated by your question. “What did I tell you?” You nod frantically and look down, and quickly make your way to the bedroom.

You sit on the bed and patiently wait for him for a few seconds before it occurs to you that he didn’t tell you to sit, so you quickly jump off the bed and stand quietly next to it, staring at your feet. You’re not standing by the bed for long when Roger walks in the room having already taken off his jacket and tie. He walks over to you slowly and your throat dries in anticipation. He slides his palms around your hips and looks at you with a smile, his touch less stern than before. He moves a hand to the zipper on the back of dress at the slowly unzips it, undressing you like he would unwrap a candy bar. When it falls to the ground, you step out of it and he carelessly kicks it to the side.

He takes a step back and gazes over you wearing only your black lace thong and a matching bra, and you notice a hint of appreciation on his face. “You’ll keep your heels on,” he orders.

“Yes, Daddy,” you respond in a seductive tone, emboldened by the confidence you gained from his impressed stare.

He moves close to you again and with one hand he unhooks your bra and tossed it aside on top of your dress. He pulls you closer and brings your lips to meet his, kissing you passionately and fiercely. You feel his stiffening cock against your body through his pants and his shirt rubs against your naked breasts, causing your nipples to instantly harden. With your body pressed against him and his arms completely surrounding you, you feel wonderfully imprisoned. You don’t want to escape.

He kisses his way up your neck, enjoying your faint moans, while his fingers squeeze your breasts and toy teasingly with your erect nipples. The demanding touch of his lips and hands on your skin causes you to shiver, and you sigh deeply at the contact. Your pussy is dripping wet with your juices. You can feel the wetness between your legs growing every second.

Roger brings his lips to your ears. “You're not going to need it, but the safeword is green. Remember it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimper.

“What's the safeword, baby girl?” he asks.

“Green, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he whispers, and you feel a slight smile on his lips against your neck.

He continues to savor your skin and your body continues to shudder in response. He cups your ass with both hands and gives it a hard squeeze before giving it a sudden, sharp slap. You yelp and jump slightly at the shock. He savagely yanks your thong down, completely exposing your pussy before him. You obey his unspoken order and kick the thong away while his hands still fondle and massage your bare ass. He smacks your cheeks one more time, but this time your yelp is mixed with a very distinct moan.

“Open your legs, you needy slut,” he whispers harshly in your ear.

“Yes, Daddy,” you quietly mumble.

His fingers part your lips and tactfully start exploring your wet pussy. Your palms rest on his shoulders and his arm wraps around your lower back for much needed support. You grind yourself against his fingers and groan in pleasure, or perhaps in frustration – maybe both. Your need for release is growing and you can’t suppress it any longer, but you’re not naïve enough to think he’ll give it to you easily. He never has before.

“Mmm yes, Daddy,” you moan extra seductively, sounding just like the slut he’s training you to be. Perhaps Daddy will let you cum if you show him you’re learning, you think.

But Roger stops rubbing and gives your clit a slap, causing you to cry out in pain. He shoves his drenched fingers into your mouth while his other hand yanks at your hair, forcing you to look straight into his eyes. “Don't try to play your games with Daddy anymore, princess,” he assertively but calmly tells you. The faded smile on his face is almost menacing, and you instantly regret what you’ve done. You can’t speak with his fingers in your mouth, so you respond by nodding and hope he can see the apologies in your eyes.

He removes his fingers and, with the hand that is latched in your hair, forces you down to your knees beside the bed. He sits on the mattress and unbuttons his shirt before taking it off. “I'm sorry, Daddy,” you whisper.

“I'm sure you are, baby,” he sighs. “But now it's time to show me how sorry you are.”

You look at his hard cock beneath his pants and then back at him for confirmation. A nod was all you needed before you eagerly start to undo his belt and his pants. After sliding his pants and boxers off, you stare yearningly at his cock and enthusiastically open your mouth to take him. All of a sudden, you’re met with an unexpected slap across your face that knocks you away. Tears form in your eyes. You don’t know if it’s the humiliation or the pain that’s making you cry. “I'm sorry, Daddy,” you say once more, sniffling and trying desperately to hold back your tears. You know exactly what that slap was for.

“I know you are, baby,” he says gently. “But your apology doesn't undo what you did, do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nod and look into his eyes.

He puts his hand behind your head and gently pushes your face close to his cock. You immediately grip it and open your mouth to take him in and at least try to redeem yourself. Before you can, your head is yanked back painfully and suddenly.

“I wasn't finished, sweetheart,” he says. “Beg for it first.”

“Please let me suck your cock, Daddy,” you beg. “I know I've been a bad girl but please give me the chance to make it up to you.”

“And why should I?” he asks, his stare cold and nearly penetrating you.

“Because I want to make you happy, Daddy.” You look up at him and almost cry. “Please. I'll be good.”

He smiles and softly strokes your cheek. “Alright, baby. Take my cock like the angel you are.”

Your lips wrap around his girth as you run your tongue up and down his length to tease him before pulling him out. You stroke his shaft, easily gliding along his length after you lubricated it, all while you lick and suck on his balls. He’s enjoying it – you can tell – but he’s growing impatient. You take all of him between your lips and begin to suck and lick slowly, teasing him some more, sliding his rock-solid cock in and out of your mouth, looking up at him playfully with an innocent look in your eyes as she deliberately take your sweet time.

“You little slut,” he hisses furiously, and he grabs the sides of your head, thrusting his cock deep down your throat.

He watches you struggle as you drag your nails across his thighs, and when you look up you see his lips stretched ever so slightly to form a wicked smile. You gag and choke to the point where tears began to run down your face before he decides to allow you to catch your breath. But before you even know what hit you, knew what hit you, Roger forces himself down your throat again. You’re enjoying every second of his furious throat fucking because you know it’s driving him crazy.

After several long minutes, he lets out a moan under his teeth and his pace starts to quicken before he buries his cock deep in your throat and holds it there. Loads of hot cum pump out as he groans, and you continue to suck every last drop of it out of him. His hands hold your head tightly in place as he enjoys his long, intense orgasm. When he looks down at his little slut, he watches you use her fingers to scoop the drops that landed on your chin. You eagerly sucked on you cum-soaked fingers before grabbing his cock and licking it clean.

You looked up at him excitedly with your eyes wide open hoping you had done a good enough job to earn his appreciation, or at least his forgiveness. He sighs and looks at you, but his face is flatly neutral.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he says. You climb onto the bed and straddle him in compliance with his orders. His fingertips glide against your skin and his lips touch yours. “Good girl,” he says gently.

You study his face, but it’s completely indecipherable. “Thank you, Daddy,” you moaned into his ear.

You feel his still erect cock against your wet pussy as you straddled him and gradually start to rock against it at an excruciatingly slow pace, unsure of whether to tease yourself or him. Your pussy is aching for him and you craved release more than anything. Roger is looking at you sternly waiting to see if you’d dare to do more than grind against him. You keep torturing yourself before your need got the best of you, and you decide you have to do something.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” you plead softly, sliding your palms up his chest to his shoulders. “I need your cock more than anything. Please, Daddy.”

He’s quite visibly aroused by the contrast of the innocence in your tone and the filthy words that came out of your mouth. He loves hearing you beg for a good fucking. Any willpower he had to make you wait vanished. He grabs you by the hips and brutally pushes his fingers into your skin as he slowly lowers you down to him. Your eyes grow wide and you let out a loud gasp, your fingers tighten around his shoulders as you push yourself further on his cock. He slowly bounces you on his rigid manhood, every moan or cry you making him grow harder and harder as he fucks his little slut and watches you wriggle. You hold on to him for several minutes before he realizes that you have control over the pace.

“Enough!” he yells, stopping you with just one word.

You look at him imploringly and pout, your hands still on his shoulders. You can't bear the thought of him pulling out, not now. Not when you’re so damn close.

“Daddy,” you plead. “Please. I need your cock.”

“You'll get it, baby,” he responds, patting your hair as you still straddle him. “Daddy's gonna give you everything you need.”

Without warning, he pushes you off his lap and you land right next to him on your side. With one arm, he lifts your hips off the bed until you’re on your knees. He grabs a fist full of you hair while his other hand gives you ass a loud, painful smack, and you shriek in response. He pushes your head into the mattress and suddenly penetrates you deeply. You cry out in pain and your fists clench the sheets. “Hands behind your back, princess. Now,” he growls as he aggressively pounds you from behind.

You manage to utter a shaky “yes, Daddy” in between screams and you put your hands behind your back as he ordered. He loves the sight of his little slut, ass up in the air, wrists bound by imaginary restraints and face buried down into the mattress. Your legs are wide open, completely exposing yourself to him, your high heels still on your feet. His assault on your pussy continues even through your pointless efforts of begging him to stop. Whenever you weren't screaming loud enough for him, he would spank you multiple times in a row until your cheeks were red and burning.

The fist balled in your hair pull you up until your back is against his chest. He brings you close enough for him to whisper in your ear, but before he can say anything, you hesitantly begin to speak. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, tears running down your face. “I-It really hurts.”

“Aww, princess,” he whispers in your ear. “That's too bad.”

You had never experienced such pain before, but to your surprise, you feel an orgasm slowly and surely building up within you. His hand finds its way to your pussy and you gasp loudly at the unexpected coolness of his fingers. He strokes around your clit in circles and your screams get louder. You’ve now gotten to a point where your physical need to cum exceeds anything else you’re feeling.

“Daddy?” you moan, arching your back against his body.

“Yes, slut?” he asks, still viciously hammering away at your pussy.

“I really need to cum,” you whine, your body trembling as well as your voice. “Please, Daddy.”

“You wanna cum for Daddy, princess?” he mutters patronizingly in your ear. “You wanna be fucked even harder?”

“Yes!” you yell out. “Please, Daddy!”

Roger pushes your head back into the mattress and continues the torment. With every cry, you’re unknowingly bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He knows you better than you know yourself. He knows that your deepest, most sincere desire was to give up ownership of your body to him. With every second that passes, it only grows clearer how much the thought arouses you. He gives your pussy a sharp spank and you cry out in again. Your body is quivering. “Aww,” he chuckles as his fingers graze your wetness. “You really want to cum for Daddy, don't you baby?”

“Please,” you whimper. “I can't...”

He feels a second orgasm building inside him and starts stroking your clit once again, his fingers being met with furious grinding and obscenely loud moans. Your quest to find relief continues until it’s interrupted by his much-anticipated words. “Cum for Daddy,” he commands.

You didn’t need more than a split second to comply. Ecstasy flows through your trembling body as you cry out in an odd mix of pleasure and pain. At the same time, Roger releases his hot cum inside the warmth of your pussy. Listening to your screams, he groans and his fist tightens around your hair. His pleasure shoots through his cock and he feels you contract and convulse around him, milking out load after load of his semen.

Your body is drained but you remained in the same position until he tells you to rest, and you collapsed entirely on the bed. You catch your breath while processing everything that just happened.

The sight of you brings a smile to his face and he runs his hand across your thigh softly until his hand finds its way to your foot, and he gently removes one uncomfortable shoe after the other, tossing them to the floor. You look up at him, still a misty-eyed, and he pulls you in his arms and gives you a quick kiss. He holds you, running his fingers through your hair, giving your sporadic, soft forehead kisses. You legs rest over his and you start to close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

You sigh, clearly fatigued. “Tired,” you giggle. “Euphoric. Oddly safe. Just to name a few.”

“Good,” he laughs.

“Was I a good girl?” you ask sleepily with your eyes closed.

“The best,” he whispers, and you grin proudly.

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The first to blow your mind Pt.1

Welcome to my new mini-series!

Daryl Dixon x Reader

*Summary: It’s Daryl Dixon’s 18th birthday and he can’t stop his brother from dragging him to the strip club, one of Merle’s favourite places, to celebrate. There’s a new singer there, a girl with a beautiful voice and a beautiful smile, even Daryl can see it. Little does he know, he’s going to meet her again at the woods soon. This was a request but it got out of hand.

Daryl’s POV. Teen Daryl.Pre-apocalypse. Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst

3341 words.

Chapters: 1/8

Link to masterlist is in the info of this blog.

I know this story is different because it’s pre-apocalypse, it has teen Daryl, and it’s all from Daryl’s pov...but I’m excited about it and I hope you all will like it too, please let me know your thoughts. By the way, I didn’t come up with the idea of the song that the reader sang, it came for the request, it was a nice choice!

***I’ve been reblogging a lot of young Norman pics to get in the mood for teen Daryl, if you want to check it! Some of them are really how I imagine him in this story: https://twdeadfanfic.tumblr.com/tagged/tftbym ***

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It didn’t take long for Daryl to regret having let Merle drag him to the strip club. It wasn’t the first time he tried, but this time Daryl hadn’t managed to get away from it, with Merle saying it was his 18th birthday present and what not, literally dragging him to the club.

So there he was now, with his brother and Merle’s group of friends, feeling as out of place and awkward as ever, surrounded by half-naked girls and men hollering at them to take more clothes off, and honestly, he didn’t see the point.

He didn’t like his brother’s friends, he wasn't interested in getting high like they did almost every night. He had never been tempted, seeing how the drugs made Merle a mean, bigger asshole, out of control, getting into even more trouble. He wasn’t interested in paying girls so they’d take their clothes off or seeing them naked either, if only it made him more uncomfortable.

“Come on, baby bro!” Merle’s voice was so loud Daryl was sure he could be heard in the whole club, not that it was big to begin with, and Daryl cringed, shrinking into his seat. “That one has her eyes on you!” Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he glanced to the half-naked girl for a second before dropping his gaze to the ground again, making Merle guffaw as he shoved a bill into the dancer’s underwear. “Booze’s on me too!”

Daryl swallowed the drink that Merle passed him in one go, hoping he’d get wasted soon and it’d made it easier to deal with Merle and his friends, but it only made his headache go worse.

At some point, the music changed and Merle elbowed him. “That's the new girl! She's been here for a month or so. You gotta see that ass!” Merle laughed and Daryl looked up from the floor and to the stage in time to see a girl stopping in front of a microphone. She wasn’t half naked like the others but wearing a tight, deep red, sequin dress. “She’s super hot, isn’t she?” Daryl shrugged but nodded, he supposed she was beautiful.

“Wait until she takes off the dress” Merle let out a big laugh. “You’re wearing too much clothes sweetheart!” He hollered at the girl, unnecessary loud considering they were as close as possible to the stage, and Daryl tried to make himself as small as possible on his seat again.

The girl just winked at his brother, and then she began singing.

You've been a bad, bad boy

gonna take my time, so enjoy

There's no need to feel no shame

Relax, and sip upon my champagne

Cos I wanna give you a little taste

Of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boy.

She had a beautiful voice, Daryl had to give her that, he hadn’t expected he’d see something like that. All the men had gone quiet while she sang, even his brother, which wasn’t an easy thing to achieve.

Oh baby, for all it's worth

I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind

Now, if you're ready, come and get me

I'll give you that hot, sweet, sexy loving

Merle was right, she was beautiful, a smile on her face as she sang, her body rocking with the music, as if hypnotizing him, and Daryl found himself staring at her, he couldn’t help it.

Hush now, don't say a word

I'm gonna give you what you deserve

Now, you better give me a little taste

Put your icing on my cake

You nasty boy.

Daryl’s eyes followed the girl’s hands as they roamed over her body and he swallowed hard, blushing, but he couldn’t make himself look away.

Now give me a little spanking

Oh, oh, is that all you've got?

Come on now, don't play with me.

“I’ll spank you, just come here, darling, and take off that damn dress!” Merle hollered, laughing, making Daryl cringe again, but if the girl heard him she didn't seem to care, still singing with that dreamy smile on her face.

Oh, give me that hot, sweet, nasty

Boy, don't you make me wait[

Now you better give me a little taste

Put your icing on my cake

You nasty boy.

The song ended, the music changed and the spell was broken. The men were back at hollering at the girls and Daryl was back at looking at the floor.

“Come here, sweetheart, and lose some clothes!”

Daryl heard his brother cheering and when he looked up he saw him calling for the singer as he waved some bills on his hand. The girl let her dress fall to the floor as she approached them, revealing black, lace underwear, and Daryl quickly dropped his gaze to the floor again.

“It's sweet you come to watch me sing almost every day,” the girl said and Daryl looked up just enough to see Merle shoving some bills into her underwear before dropping his gaze to the floor again.

“Not as sweet as that ass of yours, that's what I come to see!” Merle guffawed. “You know what sweetheart, it’s my baby bro birthday!” Daryl felt his brother throwing an arm over his shoulders, roughly pulling him to his side. “Why you don’t give him a private show as a present, uh?” Daryl's cheeks heat up, his heart beating hard, and he managed to break free from his brother’s grasp.

“It doesn’t seem he likes me much.” The girl chuckled awkwardly and Daryl said nothing, eyes fixed on the ground.

“Goddamit…what’s wrong with you, lil’ bro?!” Merle grumbled. “Ignore him, sweetheart, you have the attention of the best, big brother. He gotta embarrass me everywhere, being such a pussy.”

“Shut up!” Daryl snapped, glaring at his brother, who was smirking as if he had accomplished whatever he’d been trying to do. He forced himself to look at the girl as if trying to prove a point. She was beautiful indeed, her smile sweet as she looked at him, and she looked younger than he had realized.

“Happy birthday, darling…what you say, do you want a private show? That’s not really something that I do, but well, could make an exception for those eyes of yours.” She winked at him and Daryl’s heart skipped a beat, it was being hard not to look away. “Well, these straps are looking too bare, aren’t they, darling?” She wiggled one of her shoulders, hooking a finger under the strap of her bra and pulling at it. “Maybe get your brother to decorate them with some bills and I’ll think about giving you that private show…”

She leaned over towards where he was sat down until Daryl’s eyes landed on her neckline and he couldn’t keep it together any longer, sitting up abruptly, almost pushing the girl away.

“I don’t need any of that!” He snapped, storming away, gritting his teeth in shame as he heard Merle’s and his friend’s loud laughs.

“Told you sweetheart, a pussy!”

During the next days, Daryl couldn't stop thinking about the night of his birthday, the strip club and the girl, feelings of embarrassment and shame making him blush red again. Merle had kept teasing him, laughing at him when he managed to make him snap.

He didn't know why but he couldn't get that singer out of his head, no matter he tried, his brain kept replaying her song and he kept seeing her smile, seeing her winking at him, calling him darling...He was sick and tired of it all, and he was doing his best to forget about that night and ignore his brother’s teasing.

About a week later, Daryl was walking through the woods, hoping to find some squirrels or a rabbit, when he heard some noises. As he walked closer, he recognized a voice singing and then she saw a girl walking around.

Daryl lowered his crossbow, wondering what she was doing there, he had never seen someone there, though the girl seemed oblivious to his presence. She spun as she sang and then she spotted him, jumping a bit.

“Shit, you scared me!”

Daryl didn't say anything, just looked at her. He had thought he recognized the singing voice, and now he was almost sure it was her. She looked very different without makeup though, and younger, and even her voice as she spoke was different than when she’d talked in the strip club, less husky.

“You hunting or something?” She asked when he still didn't say anything, and Daryl nodded. “Didn't know I was in risk of getting hunted.” She chuckled quietly.

“I'd never seen none here,” Daryl said quietly.

“I know, that's why I decided to come for a walk.”

It seemed she didn't know who he was, and why would she, sure a lot of men had come and gone to the club since his birthday and sure she smiled and winked to everyone, she hadn't even really looked at him.

“By the way, hi! You’re the birthday boy!” Or maybe she did know who he was, and Daryl found himself blushing at her words. “You're the brother of Merle, he’s a loud guy but he comes almost every night and tips a lot.”

Daryl nodded in silence, looking down

“It's a good night when he shows up, I never get as many tips as when he does.” She chuckled again.

“You give him a lot of private shows?” Daryl didn't know what made him snap like that, maybe the embarrassing memories of that night.

“I told you that day, I don't do that. And anyway, it doesn't seem that safe to do private shows to half the men that go there, you know…”

“You seemed pretty ready to give me one.”

“I knew you weren't going to say yes, you seemed scared of me.” She giggled softly and Daryl blushed in embarrassment, glaring at her. “Or maybe you don't like me, dunno.”

“What if I had said yes?”

“Well, I would have asked for a very generous tip to your brother and then you'd have found that I'm actually not that good of a dancer.” She chuckled awkwardly. “But I wasn't worried, you looked harmless, you seemed sweet despite the guys you were with. It just seemed a good way to get more tips from your brother.”

She shrugged and Daryl didn't know what to say to all that, he knew she had talked to him like that back then only for the money, but still...he wondered if she was playing with him now too, and laughing at him. He didn't know what to do.

“I ain't sweet.” He snapped. Merle called him that sometimes as an insult or to laugh at him.

“Well, you don't look harmless now with that thing.” She pointed at his crossbow.

Daryl wondered if she might think he would hurt her...it bothered him but it shouldn’t surprise him, most of the people of that town thought all kind of things about the Dixon’s...some of the things they thought about Merle and his friends were true, but others weren’t.

“I ain't gonna hurt you or nothing.”

“You hunt a lot?”

“Gotta eat.”

“That must be so cool, being able to fend for yourself.”

Daryl just shrugged again.

“Your brother has kept coming to the club but you never came back.”

Daryl didn't know why she was still trying to talk to him, with how awkward everything was, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not but he couldn't make himself walk away.

“Look, I'm sorry about that night, the way in which you left, I didn't mean to make you feel bad or anything.”

Daryl just scoffed at that. “Why you talking to me now? I ain't gonna put nothing in your bra if that's what you're trying to get.”

“Yeah, cos I'm a stripper who only does shit for money, how did I forgot.” The girl snapped. “You know, I was wrong about you.”

She turned over and began walking away, further into the woods, and Daryl didn't know why but he felt a stab of guilt in his gut that made him follow her.

“You're going in the wrong direction.”

“What?”

“You're walking away from the town.” Daryl pointed behind them.

“Maybe that's what I want.” The girl looked at him defiantly.

“You're gonna get lost.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Whatever then, I don't give a shit.” Daryl turned to walk away and despite his words, he was relieved when he heard the girl walking behind him.

“How comes you don't get lost?”

“I know these woods.” He shrugged, he had been going there for years now.

“You talk like you had been coming here for years and years but what are you, like fifteen?” The girl giggled and Daryl glared at her. “Don't look at me like that, I'm just kidding! You looked too young to be in a strip club though.”

“I'm eighteen.” He grumbled. “And aren't you too young to work in one? You can't be much older than me.”

“I'm not too young, I turned nineteen months ago, and it's not like this town has a lot of jobs to offer you know. I need it… How was that that you said? Gotta eat.”

“You don't have family or nothing?”

“My mom died a year and a half ago.” The girl looked down and Daryl felt a stab in his heart he hadn’t felt in years as he was unable to stop the memory of his mother from coming to his mind at the girl’s words.

“I'm sorry.” He mumbled awkwardly.

“Don’t have none else so I gotta work, so I dropped out of school and began working as a cashier until they fired me a couple of months ago and then the only thing I found was that club… I wasn't sure they'd hire me, I hadn't danced before but I guess they liked that I sing...Can't dance as much as all that other girls do, but well, I try...” She chuckled quietly, wiggling her hips a bit, but Daryl thought she sounded sad.

“You sing well.” Daryl couldn’t stop himself from saying it aloud. She was beautiful too, Daryl didn't know how she could have thought the club might not hire her.

“Thank you!” The girl gave him a bright smile and Daryl felt his stomach knot with strange twirls. “You know, once I've saved enough money I'm gonna go to the city and try to be a real singer. I know it won't be easy but it'd be better than this shit town, can’t wait to leave… Gonna need a lot of your brother’s tips for that.” She giggled.

Daryl said nothing, just kept walking in silence.

“What about you, got anything you want to do with your life?”

“Why you keep talking to me?” Daryl didn’t mean to snap, didn’t mean to be rude, but he couldn’t understand why she’d still try to have a conversation with him, why would she tell him all that, why would she be interested in anything about him. He didn’t know what might she want from him, he had nothing, he wasn’t his brother.

“Dunno...Just trying to be friendly.” The girl shrugged, her smile gone. “I’m sorry, I won’t bother you more.” The girl followed him in silence and Daryl didn’t know why, but it made him feel bad.

“There’s nothing I want to do with my life.” He muttered after a little while, when he could already see the town ahead. He had never thought about it, he just followed Merle around, doing what his brother wanted, and he didn’t know if there was something else for him to do, he didn’t think so.

“There must be something...there’s nothing you really, really like doing?” The girl walked a bit faster until she was walking next to him, making him a bit nervous. Daryl shrugged, he had never given that any thought.

“Dunno...I like the woods I guess.”

“Me too.” The girl gave him one of those smiles that made his stomach do funny things. “It’s only the second day I go for a walk, but I think I really like it. It’s quiet.”

“Yeah.”

“Or it was until you bumped into me and I started talking your ear off, right?” The girl giggled, though she sounded a bit embarrassed.

“Didn’t mind it.” It was true, much to Daryl’s surprise, he usually didn’t like to talk to people, especially if he didn’t know them. He wasn’t used to be with anyone who wasn’t his brother and his friends.

“Yeah?” The girl smiled again and Daryl hummed a yes. “I thought I was annoying you.”

“Nah...just don’t know why you’d want to talk to me.” Daryl found himself admitting, though he regretted it as soon as it left his mouth, making him feel silly.

“Maybe I think you’re interesting.”

Daryl looked at her at that, taken aback and sure she was messing with him and laughing at him, but she was looking down. Daryl felt lost. It didn’t seem like the girl was laughing at him, but he couldn’t understand why she might think he was interesting, or why she was still trying to talk with him.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” The girl gave him another smile, she still seemed genuine, but Daryl wasn’t sure he could lower his guard, could trust that the girl wasn’t just messing with him, laughing at him behind his back. Still, some part of him wanted her not to stop talking to him.

“I’m Daryl.”

“I know” The girl nodded, smiling shyly. “It’s nice to meet you properly...well, I’m not sure it was nice for you.” The girl chuckled awkwardly, and Daryl didn’t know what to say. It hadn’t been not-nice, but he also felt awkward and nervous, and they just walked in silence further into the town.

“I’m going to that direction.” The girl pointed to the right, stopping to look at him as she chewed on her lower lip. “Are you going to go hunting to the same place tomorrow?”

“Maybe.” He should, he hadn’t hunted anything today, but he didn’t know why Y/N might care.

“Well, maybe I’ll to go for a walk to the same place tomorrow too,” Y/N said, Daryl still didn’t know why. “So maybe we’ll bump into each other again.” She looked at him as if expecting him to say anything, but he didn’t. “Or maybe not...okay, I gotta go, sorry for bothering you.”

Was she saying all that because she wanted to see him again? It made as little sense to Daryl as her wanting to talk to him, but for some reason it seemed she wanted to, and it didn’t seem to be because she was trying to trick him into something or laugh at him.

Did he want to see her again? Daryl wasn’t sure. He'd never had friends or anyone who wasn’t his brother, none who seemed interested in talking with him like that girl was, and he didn’t care, he was good alone. He didn’t know why someone like that girl could want to get to know him, but something in him made him want to know her too, no matter she made him nervous and awkward, no matter he still couldn’t understand why she wanted to talk with him.

The girl began walking away and Daryl made his decision.

“Same hour than today?”

The girl turned to look at him, a grin illuminating his face, making Daryl’s heart beat faster.

“Yes!”

As he watched her walk away, Daryl wondered if he’d regret it...he wondered if he was already regretting it. Still, as he walked to Merle’s place, he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips as he thought about Y/N. He didn’t understand that girl or why she seemed to want to be her friend, he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to be his friend, but he knew he wanted to try.

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So...it seems Daryl made a friend! Or he’s on his way to try and make one! What did you guys thought?

I’d really like to know your impressions, since this is a new thing and different from my usual stuff, so if you have a moment, please leave me a word!

As always, English is not my first language so sorry if there are mistakes.

If you want to be tagged (or removed from the tags) let me know!

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pickyperkypenguin · 6 years

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So, a little PSA from me - I will be moving on after all

I had this thought for some time already, but the recent events made it for me more clear, something almost like a sign to finally get my stuff together. When @mindblownie wrote her post (that has many very good points on the situation, that I won’t be repeating here) on how despite the initial will to stay after the 17th she is now reconsidering, I have had it also boiling on my stove, the decision to leave this place.

At first I didn’t join Pillowfort when they were still sending the keys, because I wasn’t sure if all or at least most of the people I still wanted to be following will be moving – and more importantly, being active – there. That was one of the reasons I only set up a Twitter account to keep up with a lot of people, who said they were moving there. I admit, I can’t get used to using it, so it looks like I am not keeping up that well with their content. It’s too… condensed? Fast? Too, like, chunky, if communication can be called such. The marks limit just honestly, honestly doesn’t do it to me at all, it prevents any essay-like format of a post (threads are not the same, they generate a different structure), and it is deeply dissatisfying to me. And as a cherry on top I have to click at every single picture to see it in full (or at least viewable) size, and I have to do the same if there are a couple of pics in one post. It’s the worst, sorry. I’m sure it has a wonderful uses elsewhere, but not for the purpose I liked to be on Tumblr for, not as my kind of blogging platform.

The other reason I didn’t join Pillowfort and why I was having those thoughts before is this: I got lazy with art and culture. I got used to consuming all the time, instead of creating even just a bit. The half-creating thing that reblogging content felt like was appeasing any creative hunger I might’ve had. Instead of wanting to be an active part of a fandom or creating my own original stuff (which I have ideas for! They are just not being developed! At all!!!) I was perfectly content with being a consumer, and a rather lazy one, to add to all of that – rarely left comments on the fics I read, reblogged a lot of art without stopping to give a feedback in the tags (though this I at least tried to do, as I often just had that urge coming from within, to praise the artists), didn’t contact with the other members too much. To be honest, it requires from me – I think – about the same amount of social engagement and energy from me to strike a relationship online as it does offline, so I have never been one of the most popular or sociable fandom people. But, you know, that could change, if I tried. I didn’t.

Anyway, this is first part of the second reason. This is the moment in my life where I am currently trying to somewhat decide or settle on what I want to be pursuing professionally job-wise, and so I have to find out pretty soon if I am able to be creating more, or creating sustainably over a period of time. The mindset of more grinding and improving of what there already is is not going to help me as much as the one where I create and create, and create, and only then I think of the rest. I badly need to get into the habit of that.

The second part of the second reason is that I realised that I waste so much time in here. Even when it’s in the ‘allowed’ situations, like on a bus ride where I have nothing else to do, I just eat up pleasant things, instead of being less directed with my thoughts, I fix on themes I already know instead of reaching outside of my zone.

Don’t get me wrong – I’ve talked many times about many, many good sides this platform has (well, had), when it comes to the content, culture, and so on, and how I have actually broadened my horizons, thanks to it. You can go in my ‘whatever life’ tag and see at any time or this last post I made about the current situation. But this post is about the negatives, and why it is very probable I am leaving soon.

I’m feeling somewhat like I should just do some overall Internet detox for myself, or at least drastically change how I have used it. It is not building me up, expanding me, developing me any more. It has become limiting.

Hence, the idea of perhaps changing a platform. Baby steps. I don’t want to lose the contact with the couple of people whom I daresay befriended, and I do hope we will be able to sustain it, even if we will move out to different sites and it will all come down to, I don’t know, sending e-mails, which I feel is for casual relationships on the Internet an equivalent of sending the post via pigeons. Pigeons or not, I want to stay in touch with you. But I also want to move on, I just haven’t figured out yet where exactly – I already have an AO3, maybe I will join Dreamwidth? I feel like both of those may generate more of the climate I want to immerse in the future. Maybe I will get Pillowfort after all, as it is familiar and apparently has all the good sides of Tumblr that I liked, and the blogging format, but they actually listen to the users (my whole heart is with the founders and the idea of Pillowfort). I will sure let you know if/when I will choose a new main platform.

Ah, I would forget. The third reason I don’t feel like being here. I was trying for a bit to be blogging normally, and to observe how everybody else is functioning – but it doesn’t feel right for me anymore. The feeling of being restricted with the content, the general wrongness of it all, the emptiness of my dash – there are just a few people, couple of us here, trying to get over all of what happened. But my landscape have changed, and maybe a couple of the trees have stayed exactly the same in my forest, but I can hear the harvester sound in the distance and see the sky changing the colour from the fires. It doesn’t feel right for me to pretend everything is as it was and contentedly carry on.

So, this is a sort of a prolonged goodbye from me. I am estimating I will be blogging as I am now for about till the New Year, and then. Well, then we’ll see what will I do, where will I go. I will be reblogging this post periodically in hope anyone who wants to can contact or find me on other social media that I have, and that it will all be explained when I will decide to move on.

Places where I can be found:

AO3 (@aislinngun)

Twitter (@pickyperkypeng1)

Instagram (@pleurotus.ostreatus) – though I can’t really be that free there, as people who I know offline are following me there

#whatever life #tumblr purge

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eglantinian · 7 years

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Hi, I got tagged by @astoryinred and @bisexual-eponine for the 11 questions-11 tags thing.

So I’ll tag: @reyloshit, @tomorrowatdawn, @bookworm2the2ndpower, @skip-is-tired, @eponineinthebarricade, @ladylionhart, @courageandbravery, @goddamn-shipper-weeb, @freshlypickedpeach, @kyloshipsreylo, and @kylorenvevo <3 My questions:

1. At what point did you start questioning something you used to believe in?

2. What should have been the name of your tumblr?

3. What particular catch phrases are you known for?

4. Share a small anecdote, or like a weird thing that happened in your life so far?

5. If you were born in a different country, where would that be and why?

6. Do you speak another language?

7. What’s your aesthetic? (Feel free to share pics and whatnot.)

8. Currently, what song represents your state of mind? Why?

9. Do you have a book/fanfic recommendation?

10. From a scale of 1 to 11, how much do you care about ship hate?

11. Link me your story from whatever fandom it may be, and I will read and review it. And reblog it on my website. (No kidding. But I will only start rb/r/liking it by Saturday because I’m still busy at work.)

My answers from astoryinred’s and bisexual-eponine’s questions are under the cut.

11 questions from astoryinred

1. What gets you out of bed in the morning?

I... I like seeing the sun rise. It’s very pretty, and it makes me hopeful even when I am usually a morose and stoic person.

2. What issues are you passionate about?

Freedom of choice. Environmental degradation. Cyber terrorism. Youth. Socio-cultural development. The marriage of politics and culture.

3. If you could invite 3 people (celebrities, idols, fictional personalities, etc) to your dream dinner party, who would you invite?

Adam Driver, Rihanna, and Juan Luna.

4. What will you tick off next on your bucket list?

Finishing my damn fics.

5. Would you pick the one you love, or the one who loves you?

It would be easier if I can find both in one person, or if I am inclined to pick one, which I am not right now. But just this once, I’ll say it’ll be the one who loves me. I’ve spent too much time picking the one I love only to become toxic to everyone else around me. I don’t want to become like that again.

6. Cats or dogs?

I adore both, but am not inclined to adopt either.

7. Which year in world history would you want to alter?

Hmm. 18th Century.

8. What’s indispensable in your self-care routine?

Showering.

9. What’s your favorite word?

“Across”.

10. What’s your take on the concept of regret?

This. (se tu m’ami, se tu sospiri)

11. Share a meme.

11 questions from bisexual-eponine

1. what’s your opinion on the concept of love?

Reason and passion combined.

2. what harsh truths do you prefer to ignore? why?

That no one really cares what I do with my life. Or what I write. Or whatever I create. Why? Because I shouldn’t. Less drama, less problems, less self-hate. It’s what’s made me toxic and insecure when I was younger, anyway. I’m still trying to unlearn it.

3. what should be the goal of humanity?

To be compassionate That’s just it really.

4. what actions in your life will have the longest reaching consequences? how long will those effects be felt?

I don’t want to talk about it because until now, I still feel its influence over me and everyone else. Please don’t push it.

5. where does your sense of self-worth come from?

From learning not to care about what others think. Never again.

6. where do you find meaning in your life?

Within. In what I create. In the people I love, who love me, and what I hope to become in the future.

7. is suffering a necessary part of the human condition? what would people who never suffered be like?

Sometimes, it is necessary because it is how we learn to survive, to change, to live again. Because people are stubborn, and sometimes it is only through suffering that lessons are really learned at all. It’s who we are. | People who never suffered are really blessed with luck. They can become really obnoxious and entitled. Or sometimes they cannot understand that people have different experiences. And may have really selfish and possessive tendencies. Yup. I’m looking at you 1%.

8. does hardship make a person stronger? if so, under what conditions and at what point is it too much hardship? if not, what makes a person stronger?

This is similar to #7. So my answer will remain the same. But it is too much when any semblance of humanity starts being neglected. | A person becomes stronger when they are given hope. That’s it, basically. Take that hope away, and you tear them apart.

9. is spanking a child for misbehaving ever justified? why?

I don’t really believe in this. So no. When a child cannot be reasoned with, most of the time, the reason is they were not guided properly, or are not feeling okay or are not comfortable with what they are/were doing. Sometimes, it’s just because they’re kids, and they really just don’t know how the world works, and they try best to adapt to it in a manner befitting their mindset, so chaos ensues. However, when a child can be reasoned with about what they did wrong, and they admit it or say sorry or don’t even admit it at all, whatever they did or caused to happen is still not due for any unwanted spanking. The child will resent you and start to hate you for hurting them. That’s how they are. They will associate with telling you their truth with pain. And then, that’s where the rift starts usually. Instead, let them talk about it, then explain why that is not proper or is bad, and they will listen. Kids look up to adults, so they know the basic rule to listen to you. Be constructive, and instruct them, at least, on how to not do that bad thing again. This is more helpful than seeing them repeat their mistakes because they did not understand or did not know how to make it better.

10. if you had to guess, what do you think would be the most likely way you’ll die?

Saving an innocent, or someone I love, probably. Metaphorically or whatever. I’d rather not know, really, because I’ll greet it too eagerly.

11. what standards do you judge yourself by?

If I keep choosing to be kind, to be rational, to be centered, then good. If not, well fuck. Back to square one, Cara. Learn that shit again.

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chariot313 · 4 years

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Western social media has no respect for Japanese online artists - and it’s killing online art

The visual arts have evolved to suit the most popular medium of each era. In nowadays’ case, the internet is the go-to method of sharing the fruits of one’s labour). However, as stated in that tweet thread of mine you can see if you scroll down a bit (assuming you’re viewing this post on chariot313.tumblr.com) different cultures have different attitudes towards how their customers react to their products. This include you know what fuck the formalities, I’ll just say it: The exclusively western concept of someone seeing something they like online and hitting the share button to stimulate the “Haha, upvotes go ‘brrr’!” dopamine in their smooth-ass lizard brain will be the death of online Japanese artists. Or rather, it has been already, and you would know that if you’ve ever seen an artist’s Twitter bio be in mostly Japanese save for one sentence in English; “Reprint is prohibited.”.

If you want to hear me rationalize the absurd claim I just made, feel free to click the “Keep reading” button. Otherwise, turn back now and save yourself from me possibly wasting your time.

Alright, you’ve chosen to stick with me. Just remember, you asked for this.

Introduction

Social media as a whole is based around sharing (posting, uploading, submitting, tweeting, blogging, streaming etc.) and other’s reactions to what one has shared (views, likes, subscribers, favorites, followers, upvotes, retweets, reblogs, crossposts, etc.).

However, miscommunication and culture shock due to language barriers and cultural differences is one of the many factors that can negatively affect one’s experience on social media. For example, the Japanese artist community, active on sites such as Twitter, Pixiv, NicoNico Seiga, FC2 blogs, etc.. Twitter is mostly inhabited by English-speaking users. Here in the west, our main motive for sharing something on social media (such as art) is for fame and recognition. However, over in the East, most online artists only upload their works to the internet for personal use. I’m not saying one cultural attitude towards sharing art is better than one another, but when these two worldviews collide, the culture shock can negatively affect the careers of artists who are unaware of the other culture’s differing views on sharing art.

So, I’ve listed numerous social media platforms below and I’m going to elaborate on how each of them contributes to the alienation and discouragement of Japanese artists.

DO NOT WITCH-HUNT OR HARASS THE CULPRITS I’VE LISTED AS EXAMPLES; THEY ONLY SERVE TO BACK UP MY ARGUMENT

Twitter

Go into the twitter search bar and type in the name of an anime character (usually female). What do you find? Most likely an account named after said character that does nothing but post unsourced fan art of said character with cheesy “in-character” captions on them.

Exhibit A [NSFW]

Exhibit B [NSFW]

Exhibit C [very NSFW]

Aside from that, Twitter isn’t that bad in this regard, as a lot of the art that gets stolen is originally uploaded to Twitter anyway. But I’m just getting started.

Wattpad

Ah yes, Wattpad. One of the “trinity” of fan fiction communities (the others being fanfiction.net and AO³), featuring many different stories with varying degrees of readability. The problem is the option to add a picture to adorn your fanfiction, at which point most of the authors google “<fanfic subject> fan art” and use something from there without considering the repercussions. This causes Wattpad to be one of the top results when reverse image searching to find the source of some fan art, aside from another site I’ll mention later on...

There’s a subreddit I often browse called r/ChurchOfJirou, a community for sharing anything relating to the character Kyouka from My Hero Academia (I mean come on, she’s like the cutest thing ever). A lot of the posts on that sub are sharing fan art of the aforementioned character. One of the rules in the sidebar is “always include the source in the title or the comments”. And most of the submissions make good on that rule. However, a lot of the posts are from Japanese artists on Twitter or Pixiv, and following the source link leads you to find the artist’s bio, which usually has something along the lines of “don’t repost my work”. And what’s more, the biggest offenders (of submitting art to the sub without OP’s permission) were the moderators of the subreddit. You know, the ones who are supposed to be enforcing the rules? I even got so fed up that I called it out, to which one of the mods replied,

“It doesn’t really make a difference, does it?”

Luckily, not all subreddits are like this. For example, other MHA-related subs like r/BokuNoShipAcademia or r/ChurchOfMinaAshido have moderators that are more considerate of artists’ wishes. Overall, Reddit is usually a hit-or-miss when it comes to this kind of thing. At best, you’ve got subs like the two I just mentioned which make sure to respect artists, and at worst you’ve got people trying (and failing) to edit out watermarks. Also, not to self-promote, but this tweet of mine represents this situation pretty well:

Imgur

Imgur isn’t that bad compared to the rest of these, but it’s a common one that people link to when asked for the source of whatever they’ve shared on Twitter or Reddit or whatever.

Amino Apps

Amino Apps is a strange case. I don’t know much about it since I’ve never used it, but from what I do know it seems similar to Reddit in that there are numerous communities for different niches. That said, judging from the way it clogs up Google image search results, I doubt OC art is posted there often.

YouTube

Now, you may be thinking, “How does a video site rip off others’ art?”. The answer is uploads of soundtracks. Look for any OST from a video game or anime on YouTube and the picture used for the video will likely be some fan art by a Japanese Pixiv artist, usually one that forbids reposts of their work. Not only that, but if the uploader did bother to add the source in the description, it’s usually not even a link to the actual source, more likely a link to Zerochan or Pinterest or something. Now take into account that some of these videos get millions of views. Imagine working hard on something, and some numbnuts takes it, slaps some music onto it, uploads it to YouTube, and gets millions of views while you get next to nothing in comparison.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B (re-upload; original had nearly 40 million views before it was copyright claimed)

Exhibit C

and many many others

Alright, this is the big one. When Pinterest isn’t giving recipes or wardrobe ideas to suburban white moms, it’s clogging up Google reverse image search, punishing anyone who just wanted to find the source of some cute fan art. I feel like this meme by ZebitasMartinexSi on Facebook sums it up:

For example, this piece of Legend of Zelda art by Twitter artist @_nomeri_ (I’ll just link to it, since it would be hypocritical of me to embed the image even though @_nomeri_’s bio warns people not to repost their art). Good art, right? Well, if you right-click and hit “Search Google for image”...

...yeah. Pinterest is a plague. It thrives on theft. Even worse is when someone will post fan art on Twitter/Tumblr/Reddit/etc. and have the nerve to say “IDK the source I found it on Pinterest ^_^”. Or worse yet, they link to Pinterest saying it’s the source.

Instagram

While many other sites rag on Instagram for its reposting of memes, it’s no better when it comes to reposting fan art, especially from Pixiv. I’ve seen lots of stolen pieces with fan fictions written in the description. Personally, if I were an artist, I’d rethink my career choice if I saw my art reposted on Instagram with a half-assed fanfic under it, so I don’t blame Japanese artists who close their Pixiv accounts after seeing that. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to prevent it from happening in the first place.

DeviantArt

DeviantArt is more “renowned” across the web for its niche circles of bizarre fetish art, but in its defence, there are some legitimately good pieces on there. If you do find a good one though, try checking to see if all of the uploader’s pieces have a similar overall art style, because if not, that’s a sure sign of someone passing off some Pixiv user’s art as their own, which is unfortunately fairly common on DeviantArt.

9Gag

Not a whole lot to say about 9Gag. I mean, it does contribute to reposting of art, but nothing really separates it from the others on this list, aside from its watermarks. At least the watermark gives away the fact that something was reposted.

Know Your Meme

You know that Zelda pic by @_nomeri_ I was talking about earlier? Well, to add insult to injury, it became an object-labelling meme.

Imagine putting hours into something and politely asking others not to repost it, only to find that some nincompoops on r/DankMemes made it into an object-labelling meme.

But this isn’t KYM’s fault, per se. Know Your Meme only documents memes; they do not create them. However, as someone who regularly browses the Know Your Meme image galleries, I can say that the image gallery has essentially become Know Your Fan Art (unlawfully reposted fan art, that is).

Redbubble

There’s an NSFW artist I follow on Twitter by the name of Nico-Mo. A while ago, his Pixiv account was suspended, and there were numerous pictures on there that he had not uploaded to his Twitter or DeviantArt, so I found a mirror of one of those pieces on Gelbooru and reverse-image searched in hopes of finding it on his Twitter. No such luck. What came up instead was a .png of the piece made into a sticker being sold on Redbubble. In fact, that’s one of the major reasons why artists disapprove of their art being reposted, as it may find its way onto a sticker or a T-shirt being sold as merch without the original artist giving consent nor the artist receiving so much as a single nickel.

Facebook

Surprisingly, I think Facebook is one of the least offending sites on this list. Still worth mentioning, though.

Funnyjunk

Like Imgur, Funnyjunk isn’t that bad compared to some of the rest of these, but this exchange in the comments of a repost of an MHA artist that deleted their account (not hard to see why considering people straight-up ignored the big-ass watermark at the bottom) is proof enough of western social media’s flippant attitude towards ruining online artists’ careers.

Aggregator imageboards such as Yande.re, Konachan, Danbooru, Gelbooru, Rule34, SankakuComplex, Zerochan, etc.

I don’t think I need to explain these. But like Imgur, these are what most people link to when asked for source instead of bothering to find the original post.

We Heart It

I don’t know much about “We Heart It”, but it seems to be a “Pinterest Lite” considering it clogs up image search almost as much as Pinterest does.

iFunny

Basically the same as 9Gag, in the sense that its watermarks are a dead giveaway.

4chan

I’m not sure if 4chan really “counts” among these, as it’s a chat board where nearly everything is impermanent anyway. However, I was once on an NSFW subreddit where one submitter used a 4chan thread to get Patreon-exclusive material from an artist to upload to the sub (even though one of the rules of the sub was “no paywall content”), so that alone earns 4chan its spot on this list.

Tumblr

Yes, not even Tumblr is innocent. Although I’m sure you knew that. Similar to what I said about Twitter, look up any blog named after a fictional character and it’ll likely be chock-full of unsourced fan art.

“Why is this even important?”

Because if an artist sees that their work is being reposted, depending on the artist, they may delete the original post when they wouldn’t have to if people had just respected their wishes. Now, if an artist wants their works gone from the internet for other personal reasons, that’s up to them and we should respect them for it. But artists taking down their works due to mass reposting is 100% preventable, which is why it’s sad. If you don’t respect an artist, they won’t create art. Simple as that.

“Why do you care so much?”

Eh, I’m just weird like that. It just ticks me off when anything online, whether it be art, or a video, or whatever, is lost. In my opinion, nothing hurts more than clicking a Pixiv link on an imageboard and being greeted with “The work was deleted or the ID does not exist.”.

“But lots of western artists forbid reposting of their art too!”

Indeed, that is correct. But while many artists of every nationality and culture frown upon reproduction of their work, it seems only western social media is responsible for reposting art in the first place. I mean, why else do you think Japanese artists are saying “Reprint is prohibited” in English when the rest of their bio is in Japanese? Because English-speakers are the ones reposting.

“But exposure can help an artist!”

Yeah, that’s true...

...but “exposure” doesn’t mean much if those “exposed” to one’s work don’t know or care who it came from.

And if you need even more reasons, look no further than these posts about the same topic by other blogs:

https://cranberrywitch.tumblr.com/post/143456002228/stop-reposting-art-from-japanese-artists

https://thegospelofnagisa.tumblr.com/post/143308182398

https://edendaphne.tumblr.com/post/163117317030/ive-been-wanting-to-make-this-educational-cheat

https://marklightgreatsword.tumblr.com/post/190056977650/discourage-art-theft-in-fandom-in-2020-dont

https://letusrespectpixivartistconsent.tumblr.com/post/92189994896/why-is-this-important

also, not to self-promote but I made a thread on Twitter on this topic about a month ago that you can check out here.

That’s all.

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Hi, I'm interested in starting a Seventeen fanblog but I feel like people would ignore it because I don't ship the members. I don't know what to do

sorry for my ignorance but what’s a fanblog…is it smth like @/pledisseventeen17 or @/tansvt where it’s mostly info/updates or sticking to a theme-ish (like only unwhitewashed pics)? or like fan blog aka me and 1000000 other ppl in this fandom?i don’t really know what you’re going for but i guess if you want any blog to be noticed then you gotta put effort into it, whether it’s finding a good username, theme, following people, maybe asking for promo/recs in a nice way, basically not seeming like a bot LOL tumblr is not that Deep™ but quality and taking action ya know?but anyways ignoring the fact that whatever i’m saying might be total bullshit because i don’t know if a fanblog is any different from your normal svt blog (aside from data/update blogs) i don’t think it matters if you don’t ship the members? i mean hopefully you still appreciate their friendships and will still post/reblog content of member interactions but it’s fine if you don’t gush over ships? i don’t think most of us ship them romantically we just really appreciate their interactions and friendships plus i don’t want to assume their sexual identities! and if ppl don’t follow you because you don’t ship members then that’s just….o k…..if you have a really nice blog then it’s their loss there’s tons of other blogs that “ship” members so !!!! hope this helped feel free to roast me if it didn’t

#uh sorry if i came off too mean or smth #i don't know what i'm saying half the time!!#answered

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Holiii!! I saw the pic of Liam and Honey😍😍😍 Asdfahs. They are so cute! And also, i love Liam's eyes. It'a such a nice colour!! And i also saw the gifs!! I love that gif of Louis. HE LOOKS SO SOFT. I could cry. And Harry😂😂😂 Its such a mood. I always flip people off like that. Jajajaja. AND THE GIF OF HARRY WITH THE PINK JACKET. 😍He is dancing funny and i love hiiim. Oh, and i havent read that fic but i'll read it asap and then i'll tell you about it. Promise. Thanks for the rec💖 (1)

Hiiii, Love!!!! I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer! but yesterday I was busy, and when I came home my head hurt like a b*tch, 😖😖. Liam’s eyes very pretty, aren’t they? Everyone likes him better (poor honey). I always flip people like that too, jajaja, that’s why I needed a gif, and I found the best, jajajaja. I couldn’t resist. I’m already rereading that fic,😅. I love re reading things I read a long while ago, bc my English has improved a bit since I came to tumblr, and it’s like reading things for the first time again, so cool.

It wasnt hard being updated bcs OT was everywhere, but yeah. I always try to engage in my friend’s hobbies. & some of them do the same. One of my friends used to be a 1D fan before i met her, and though she is not longer in the fandom she tries to be updated. She sends me memes or things that remind her of 1d. She even watched a video of BG without me knowing/telling her about it. I dont deserver her. Ay, and last week she watched freddieismyqueen videos with me on a free period. I 💖 her (2)

HOW DID YOU FRIEND MANAGE TO QUITE?!?!?! Jajajajaja It feels imposible (not that I have tried…). And she sees things and isn’t intrigued about what is happening?? She should write a self help book,jajajaja. “How to suite one direction: the guide”,jajajaja. But she sounds cool and supportive of you, so keep her, jejeje.

Well, you just described me. Talking in public always end up in one of those two options. I have always wanted to do a road trip!!! You are totally invited of course. JAJAJAJA. Well, it just…happened? Our friend was having a very bad time and he was going through a lot of things and we didnt know how to cheer him up. And then one night we just starting watching a video of AuronPlay reading a fic, and he was happy for the first time in months. (3)And so my cousin said “what if we write him a fic?” And i said “omg, yes”. And thus was born. Its a crack fic. We just put in there his family, his biggest celebrity crush, our friends, ourselves and a couple of animals and started writing nonesense. He hasnt read anything yet, bcs we want to finish it first, and me and my cousin (and our siblings, bcs they wanted to help) only hang out alone sporadically. But we laugh a lot writing it. I hope he laughs too when he finally reads it. (4)

You, your sister and your cousins sound so cool. And your friends too. I’m gonna have to migrate and adopt you all, jajajaj. I’m sure your friend is gonna love it. It’s a recipe for success. Keep me updated when you show him and his reaction,please!!

“How does a gay look like?” Like someone with no toxic masculinity. But i see your point. Judging on looks is not cool. (And i dont usually do it. I watched their behaviour or their words. When someone doesnt ever use gender pronouns and just say “they” “parter” “somebody” im just👀👀👀 i see what u are doing). Yes yes. What you said makes sense. I understood. Dont worry. I have never heard that quote, but i think i could marry whoever wrote this. So much truth!! 😱 (6)

Tbh I never payed attention to that, :/ (heteronormative mind and all that). If I had, maybe I had known about a lot of my high school friends’ sexuality. Looking back, we were just a group of friends, boys a girls, nobody cared about boyfriends/girlfriends (we were friends from 12-16). Then we went our separate ways, and we lost touch. And now I see in Facebook that they are gays and lesbians, and I’m like… :/ we didn’t know much about those things back then. And I hope I didn’t make any comments who could offend/affect them. But it makes me so happy to see them being themselves and living with they’re boyfriends and girlfriends… 😊 I just wish I could have been a better friend back then 🤷🏻‍♀️. But now I pay attention to that. And I always try to show support in a non invasive way. And try to educate people about who they’re been homophobic, or make not appropriate comments… like there’s this boy (around 16) that likes to paint his nails. And I love everything to do with nails. And, at the shop, I comment on people’s nails (if I know them enough, lol). And I always try to say something nice to this guy. To normalize the fact that he has his nails painted (and no make a statement that I approve of it, if someone else is listening, so they don’t make rude comments around me). And then my friend’s sister is Lesbian. But their mother is so ancient-minded… like, my friend has a dit of fat, and she’s always making comment about how she should be skinnier bc she won’t ever find a husband 😒. And her sister is very thin. And once, she was working as cleaner in a /cuartel de la guardia civil(?)/. And their mother was always: hmmm, I hope she finds a good guy there, bc she’s never had a boyfriend. And I always thought: I wonder why, lol. Well, she finally came out to her parents, and while they don’t treat her different (which I don’t know if it’s good or no), they’re like “waiting” she changes her mind. And hoping she finds a boyfriend. Anyway, her mother is friends with my mom, and she comes to visit at the shop sometimes, and she always has a comment to make about what people do or don’t do. And I get so angry 😡. I’m always correcting her. But she doesn’t listen. And I feel sorry for my friend and her sister. So whenever I have the chance I saw her my support, and always talk about these things, lol. (I talk so much about lgbt+ things, that my family associates me with it, to the point that every time they see a rainbow or whatever they tell me: look look! And I just satisfied with it. At least they don’t make so much homophobic comments anymore 😒)

YOUR MOM IS AN ANTI? How? “Why would they fake a baby?” Thats a good question with awful answers. I miss RBB&SBB.😍 (I havent explained that to anybody, yet. But once while playing a game my cousins choose Rbb as his nickname so i choose Sbb and our friends started making questions and we where like? 1d things? Long story, leave it for another day? I’m glad they dont remember it bcs i wouldnt know how to explain that😂😂). Was your friend a fan of 1d too? (7)

Well, she isn’t a nasty anti, jajajja, but she doesn’t think they’re together. Not for nothing special, just that she thinks they would say it if they were together. And since they haven’t say it, they aren’t together. But I’ve shown her the famous Christmas pic, and she doesn’t Thing B was ever pregnant. And I show her pics of F to ask for an outsider opinion, and she doesn’t think the kid looks like Louis at all, lmao. So, I think if they ever come out, she wouldn’t care at all. Bahhh, I’ve talked about RBB/SBB with my friend sometimes, but it’s so bad of a thing, that we don’t come to a conclusion. She isn’t a fans, sadly. But she likes celeb gossip, and I like to talk, so… yesterday she came to visit/ to get her arms waxed (bc that’s my other unofficial job) and she ended up staying for 2 hours. Bc we had see each other briefly lately, couldn’t sit and talk properly in a while. And she always asks me about 1d, bc she knows I love to talk about it,jajaja. And I have a sideblog where I reblog things to show her. And well, yesterday we talked a little about BG, and I showed her the no-belly pic, and she was… 😳. And she thinks louis and Harry must be together, at least at some point, bc the way the touched wasn’t in a friendly way. She now has a boyfriend, and she kept saying: I’m not a very touchy person with my friends or my family, but when I’m with him I always want to touch him or kiss him, and that’s what those two were always doing. And I’m always: do you think that for real, or are you just saying it so I stop talking?? Jajjaja. And yes, she’s convinced they are/were together. She asked me if I think they’re still together, and I told her that now more than ever, but it’s a long story, so we should talk about it another time, bc lol, we were just talking about it for a couple of hours, and we both had things to do. So, we’ll keep talking another time.

Of course, I dont share that info with everybody, but I dont mind my friends knowing. I have this one friend that i bother everytime i get frustated bcs of a fic. I tell him the plot, and what is happening and i cry about it (and he laughs at me but at least he listens). Sometimes i make him choose which one should i read next when i cant decide. (9)

I almost did a fic reference yesterday talking with my friend, and I stopped myself midsentece, and laughed (I thought of you,jajaj) and she was so confused!! But she’s used to my weirdness, so we just laughed it way. And I kept talking, jajajajaj.

Girl, i have 6 dioptres😂😂 Thats what i have forbid myself from reading on the phone. No, i havent read that one, but its now on the list. I’ll tell you when i do! Though it make take a while :( (I understand you. Dont worry). (10)

😳 6?!!?! Please take care of your eyes!!! Stop reading… everything!! Jajaja. No, I’m kidding. I know about people who has 8… so you’re still ok,jajajaj. I have 1, but my ophthalmologist told me I’m very sensitive to change, bc I thought I had 27463 diopters, bc I saw so poorly 🙄🙄.

Yes, i also like IDGAF more than New Rules. They have overplayed that one. Have you heard Blow Your Mind? I love that one. It’s also a single so…i guess you have heard it? You’ll get amazing shots, i’m sure. Honey was sleeping on you? 😭😭😭😭 I love hiiim (11)

I listened today Room for 2 and Homesick, and I think I like them. I’ll have to listen this new one two. For me, to like a song, I have to heard /a lot/ (not as much as Despacito, please). It has to have a catchy tune. That’s why I think a like Carolina, or Woman, or Kiwi, and I don’t understand why people is so fidyfvbure about the lyrics, jajjaja.Honey is always sleeping on me. The other day Liam was sleeping between my legs, and Honey came and just laid on top of my poor limo. And I wanted to kill him, bc liam never comes to sleep with me. They’re so different… but I love them both.

Oh, my little sister. I just wanted to tell you that yesterday was her birthday. She almost cried when she saw that me and my older sister had brought her Flicker deluxe as a present. (We hadnt bought it yet. Dont judge us). She was freaking out just bcs of that and i was laughing so hard thinking that she’s gonna pass out when she sees the rainbow flag her friends have gotten her for Nialls show. And also another pair of Cds. She wont survive the show. Poor thing. But she was so happy 😍😍 (12)You start next week? Okay. I’ll ask again next wednseday. Have a nice daaaay!!

Not judging, you’re amazing sisters!! Awww, poor thing!! She will have an amazing time at Niall’s concert, for sure. And, yes, please, tell her to bring the flag. I’m so happy seeing how people are starting to bring rainbow flags to niall concerts too. And have you seeing that he has taken pics with rainbow flags?? He even brought one to the stage the other day!! It makes me inexplicably happy to say everything covered in rainbows. There was so much at Harry’s show too, my sister said it looked like a pride parade. Hey, Dunkirk it’s about to start khbkhdfbvkjdnfvkjndfv. But, have YOU SEEING THE NEW ROYAL BABY WAS NAMED AFTER LOUIS?????? AND HIS TWEET?!?!? IM SCREAMED!!!! Dijffvjkbdded. Bye love. I have to feed my cats before the movie starts!!! Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

#anon #I just saw ask 5 is missing??#kjdjeidobcioedcboie.#sorry #Dunkirk is about to start and I’m sihdbkddhvhbjefv #EDIT: anon!! I forgot to ask you if you’re the middle sister?? me too!! I have so much to say of how that position influence people's #personality #jajajajajaa #and I can related to Harry and Louis too #🤦🏻‍♀️

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