#WOOOOO FOUND THE PERFECT PICTURES

[livealittleoc-cb]

🎐: So there’s a long awaited date that I’ve been meaning to take a beautiful boy to~ *smiles and holds up the flower crown and a box with a camera in it* so I hope I got a good gift, our first stop is this pretty cafe I found at while walking to work. Our second stop is this cute bookstore that reminded me of you, then an art supply store and lastly *puts the flower crown on his head* a pretty meadow. I was thinking we could take pictures there *smiles nervously* do you like it?

@multi-joong

[richonnesbitch]

Oooh ok now we know your fav TOWL kiss(es) so the logical next question is what is/are you favorite TWD kiss(es) ???

And between your fav TOWL and fav TWD kiss… which one wins 😈

Just wanna start this off by saying I'm sorry I took so long to get to this! I've been busy lately but I wanted to give this question the time it deserved because I could really go on and on about every richonne kiss. But I am going to limit myself to my top 3. I would do more but currently I'm not in the hest headspace so its hard for me to think! This is in no particular order because it's hard as hell to pick favorites! Anywayyyy let's get started.

1. Have Your Mints

Okay so before richonne I wasn't really one of those people that shipped couples, okay? Of course I loved the chemistry between richonne but I wasn't as hardcore about it as I am now. I remember where I was when this moment happened. When I say it changed my life, it changed my entire DAMN life. Like, I was shell-shocked in the most amazing way possible. Never have I felt such euphoria in my life than I did when Rick and Michonne finally happened! I immediately became a VERY hard-core shipper. I would literally rewatch this kiss on repeat for HOURS for MONTHS straight. Obsessed was not even the word. Like it was straight up addiction the way I would watch it. Naturally it would have to be my favorite kiss! It's just so beautiful and romantic and sensual and tender, etc, etc, etc. I've never seen anything else like it. To quote Scott Gimple, "These are two people who have found kindred spirits in each other, strength, respect, support, loyalty. But the world has been screaming in their faces and clawing at them for a good part of their acquaintance. For all they’ve been through, when the world stopped screaming and clawing for them, they realized what they had." Wooooo! What a gorgeous quote. Basically, this kiss invented romance for me and changed the entire course of my life. I had to give it the #1 spot, I had to. I had to!!!

2. The Triple Kiss

This kiss is just too damn cute. If I'm not mistaken, it's the only casual kiss we ever get between richonne. Most of the time they're making out lmao! But it just goes to show how life has slowed down a lot for them and now they're fully able to enjoy their time together and they can take time with their kisses. It's so domestic. Also find it cute how Rick knows Michonne likes too work hard but kinda softly tells her to take it easy for the night because he wants to cuddle her to sleep. This whole scene is too good.

3. Hearts Still Beating

Well, this kiss was almost too dark to see but from what I did see it was sexy as fuck! And also very loving at the same time. Richonne is so good at that. I love love love LOVE Michonne's speech. She has such a way with words, her thinking about becoming a writer at one point in her life makes SO much sense. The way she talks about how she doesn't wanna do things her way. she wants to do it her AND Rick's way. She doesn't wanna do anything without her man by her side. The way she not only convines Rick to fight the saviors but also uplifts him in the process.... she is so one of a kind. And the way Rick listens intensely and values each and every word. This scene is also extra sweet because not only does it drive the narrative forward but it's also a makeup scene for Rick and Michonne who have been at odds! Whenever she starts crying and he cups her face and kisses her.... ughhhh you can just FEEL the yearning they've been experiencing over each other. They missed each other so bad and it feels so good for both of them to be back on the same page. This isn't an actual picture of the kiss but a still from the same scene. WHY IS THE STILL BRIGHTER THAN THE SCENE IN THE EPISODE!?!?! Lowkey I feel like someone on set was trying to sabotage them.

Now.... how do these compare to TOWL kisses? Well, this is kind of like asking a parent to pick their favorite child. How can I choose when they're all so perfect?!?!?!?! But seriously if you really want me to choose.....I have to go with the "have your mints" scene. I'm sorry! I just do. I mean... it's where we all started. It's what turned me into a shipper and kicked off the greatest love story of all time. Did I mention it was all done in one take and Danai and Andy essentially took their own direction for the scene? Meaning everything they did was unscripted and yet it still came off as the most natural thing in the world.... how can it not win?!?!

[miioouu]

Demon! Bakugou x Human Reader? 👀

Wooooo I left this for 666 followers because, well I want to! Sorry if you didn't want smut, you can send me another request when I open my requests! Thank you for requesting! ❤️💜❤️ And thank you so so much for 666 followers you guys🥺🥺

Warning: smut, oral sex, fingering, anal, somnophilia.... Also very long post sry 😔

People looked at you like you were crazy. Who in their right mind would buy such house? Old and dark, window screaming in breezy nights, wood cracking for no reason. People claimed it to be haunted, advising you to run away, never step a foot inside the house. But who were they to tell you what to do? You didn't see an unholy house in front of you, nor a roof for demons or ghosts or whatever mythical creature they believed in. No you saw a beautiful house, one that has potential to turn into the best looking home in the neighborhood. And at the price it was offered, you hit the jackpot. Big and dark, you're soon to transform it.

     Turning the key as you stepped in, dust filling your lungs, coughing and shaking your hand to get rid of it. You had a lot to work on, and first you had to get it all cleaned up before starting any renovation. Everywhere you looked there were pictures reminding you of old witchcraft. Devil horns, crosses, and crystals. But what stood up was a particular painting, young, and powerful, eyes seeming to follow your every movement, and if you looked straight into them, your chest starts to heave, breathing becomes hard, sweat running down your face as your hands shake while you're taking the frames of the walls. You didn't need a dead man to decorate your house.

      Days passed and you're still cleaning up that damned house. Nights spent there seemed colder, making you shiver even under the layers upon layers of covers. Crickets seem louder here and the air seems to flow with more force. Though you blamed it on the poorly insulated walls. Unaware of the form roaming around your house. Well more like his house. Angry eyes boring into your soul as you tried to move his favorite coffee table, glacy fingers trying to stop you from throwing away expensive furniture. You were getting on every single one of his nerves. How dare you come to his house, acting like it's your own, destroying fortune poured into the decoration? Who's that insane woman trying to own his property?

     He was having more than enough with you, his only wish to dig his nails into your skin, drawing blood out of you. His only wish to see the life drained out of you, begging him to stop. And his desire only getting worse when it looks like you weren't getting his warnings. How could you ignore such things? Breaking of your new lamp, moving candles and cold, freezing air hitting your skin leaving trails of goosebumps in its awakening. How could you be so dense?

      You had toured the whole house, happy and joyful. Sure some things were a bit weird, but that's just your mind playing tricks on you, right? Well you were as sure as you moved to the basement. What you expected was dead rats, cockroaches, spider webs, anything really, but this. Left over wax sealed on the walls and floors, books covering up the whole wood floor , upside-down crosses hanging from the walls and most importantly, a huge pentagram burned into the floor. Perfect circle, and pointy ends of the star. The sight alone making you shiver as cold sweat ran down your body. Breathing heavy as you walked in the room. Each step felt heavy. Each step having you feel colder. Each step having your conscious screaming at you, begging for you to turn back, run away from the house, making your legs feel weak and wobbly as you get closer and closer to the cursed symbole.

     Finally, you had discovered him, maybe that would make you leave, maybe you'll finally understand. You don't belong here Y/n. Smirk carved on his face as he watched you approaching the portal to the underworld. The portal to wherever he came from. You should be running away, you should be screaming, repeating prayers after prayers, asking God for help and forgiveness for every sin you had committed in the past. But you didn't, which made his blood boil in anger. No, instead you laughed, shaking your head. Determined to get the place cleaned you did the one thing that kept him away from you, you touched the pentagram. Thus allowing him to finally do what he was so itching to do before, he can finally touch you.

     He wanted to kill you, sure, but why not have some fun with you before? Giving up on the idea of making the basement crystal clear, for the circle never faded away and the books all too precious to throw in the bin, you locked up the basement and continued with your life upstairs. You wanted to go back to a normal, routine-like life, but there's something stopping you from that. It's like icy fingers seemed to run up and down your legs every night, hot breath fanning over your face as you tried to shut your eyes close and fall into slumber. It's like eyes followed your every move, burning and looking straight into your soul. And the worse is the hazzy, dizzy feeling you get every time you hoppinto the shower, the smell of burnt caramel, filling your nose, making you ache from the inside as heat flows through your body and straight to your core. Making your eyes roll back as waves of pleasure cam crashing upon you. What was happening? You had absolutely no idea. Though you didn't give up on your dream house, never!

     But everything became too much one night. Sleeping tight in your bed, falling into the land of imagination, it's been a while since you had an erotic dream. Red eyes staring back at you, perfectly sharp jawline filling your view, though what was special in this dream was the devil-like horns decorating your dreamy man's head. Standing tall and shiny, dark red contrasting excellently against his sandg blond hair. Skin pale and smooth, patches of red, burnt-like skin patching over his body. Though all these details meant nothing to you. No, it was the cold finger brushing against your legs, parting them as you're fully exposed to his fiery eyes. What a weird dream, right? Oh Y/n, only if you knew. 

       It's been a while since he had the ability to  play with a human body, let alone one so beautiful. One so perfect, aching and arching for him. Seeing you sleeping, with nothing but an oversized shirt, has his mind going wild. He was but a mere demon, he can't contain himself, not when his desire to just wreck you over and over again kept flowing in his blood. Dragging his pointy fingers up and down your legs, making you shiver as he got closer to your heat. Face leaning in hot breath fanning on your lace covered crotch. Taking a look at your face, mouth agape, brows furrowed in pleasure, he knew he had this effect on mortals, but you, you were special.

    It's just a dream Y/n! A dream seeming so realistic, it's like someone, or more like him, was really breathing in your scent, face buried between your legs, tongue licking and sucking your soaked panties. It felt so real. All you wanted to do was run your fingers through his hair, and push closer, beg him to just rip your underwear apart and fuck you. It was so real, so good, how can a dream feel like that.

    Oh dear Y/n, it's not a dream, no, there really was a man, well no, a demon devouring you, playing tricks on your mind making you think that it's only a hyper realistic dream. "Oh- oh God....." Shaky moan coming out of you, as you pushed your hips forward, begging the demon to just take you already. He was having a lot of fun, roaming in your dreams, making you scream, got him going crazy. Finally listening to your needs, he moved away, earning him a whine as you hand subconsciously traveled down your body, aiming for your lower lips. He was fast though, pulling your panties down and throwing them somewhere in the room, finally giving in and pressing his lips to your skin, sharp teeth nibbling at your inner thighs, covering them in marks. And slowly making his way up, getting so close to the place you need him the most. Trembling as his wet muscle was finally dragging in between your lips, licking and sucking, tongue languidly circling your clit as his eyes looked up, eyebrows knit in pleasure, mouth agape. Slipping down to delve between your slick folds, his hot muscle pressing against your walls, while his nose ever so often brushes against your clit, hot breath fanning over it.

     What a dream you were having. Vermillion eyes looking up to you, sharp jawline in your sight, though that meant nothing to you, no what you were drooling over was his horns, rigid and hard, texture making you feel hot, wanting to run your tongue up and down, wrap your hands around them, and pulling him close. And so you did that in real life, hand unconsciously found his horn, gigantic as you held onto it, twisting your hand around it, making the demon growl, sending vibrations right to your core, seeing your back arch off the bed.

     Wanting to feel you more, he has ripped your night shirt, with such force it had your breast bouncing. Hand quickly shooting up to have a hold on them. Burning fingers tugging and pulling your nipples away from you, letting go to see your soft skin jiggle. Oh he was having so much fun. Feeling you wriggle underneath him, sign that you were getting close, he started sucking harder, face waving left and right, pushing himself so incredibly close to you. He had to hold your hips to stop you from bucking away from his touch, and just as you were about to cum, he pulled away. Leaving you panting and shaking, whine leaving your lips.

     He could fuck you right now, sure. But he wanted to teach you a lesson. Maybe he'll tease you a bit more. Gently turning you, so you're laying on your tummy, grabbing your hips and hoisting your ass in the air. Soft skin, smooth waiting to be spanked. Large palm coming harshly on it, watching it jiggle and starting to redden. Though he wanted more, spitting in your asshole, fingers dipping into your cunt to gather your juice with them, diving his digit inside your tight hole. Feeling your walls flutter around the single finger, head burying deeper into the pillows. Adding another one, stretching you so good as your fingers keep sucking him in, pumping inside of you, earning whine after whine, beg after beg, but that's not what he wanted to hear, no he wanted his name.

     Pulling away again before you can drown yourself in pleasure. He saw your body fall, hitting the mattress as he gave himself a few pumps, watching your holes clenching around nothing. Finally having enough with the teasing, he pushed himself in, loving the way your hips immediately began to thrust back at him, thanking his demon powers for not making him cum at the spot. Taking a fist full of your hair, and pulling back, creating the perfect curve of your body. Leaning down, long tongue swiping against your ear shell, for the first time you hear his voice. Deep, and husky, filled with evilness and desire. "If you want me to keep going human, you have to beg for me." Even in your sleeping state, your body responded perfectly to him. Having no idea where that name came from, mind creating it on its own. "Please, please Bakugou, fuck me, break me. I want to feel you so deep inside of me... Oh Bakugou, I'm only at your mercy!" It's all it took him to finally let loose. Pulling away almost completly, only to dig in even deeper, setting a rough, fast pace. Seeing your body rock with every movement of his hips, voice getting increasingly louder, wanton moans filling the room, and probably the whole neighborhood. 

    And you still think it's a dream? How could you? But all of it felt so magical, so good, too good to be true. Walls clenching around him, hips fast to meet his, as your hands began to tear the soft sheets underneath you. Pulling back at your hair, so you back was pressed on his chest. This new position making him hit the perfect spot inside you, over and over. At this point all that came out of your mouth was his name, repeating it like a prayer. Giving you another few thrusts, setting your body in fire as you finally, for the first time tonight, released, clamping hard around him as his name came out in shaky breaths. Groaning low as he feels you around him, the fluttering of you cunt making his eyes roll back as he presses deep inside you, hot ropes of cum fill you up, painting you walls white.

     Pulling out with a hiss, letting your body hit the mattress as he sees his cum dripping out of you, body still shaking from the intense orgasm you had.... If he gets to fuck you like that every night, he really doesn't mind if you keep moving his furniture.

     Waking up in the morning, body aching and feeling hot, you looked at yourself, naked and sticky, warm liquid spilling out of you and into the mattress, sheets torn apart and clothes littering the floor. Though what shook you the most was the pentagram burned on your inner thighs, making your whole body shiver, head dizzy as you touch it.... Oh y/n, maybe you should listen to people more often for you are now in big trouble… 

[hopeishappinessff]

Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 53.2

Chris

“It’s that pretty brown round, driving me wild… ooh bitch ya pussy’s ‘bout to get a little greasier. That KY make penetratin’ so much easier…”

I bobbed my head to the music and smirked as I conjured up a freaky little text to send Hope… I was so fucking horny. It was also a struggle for me to keep my eyes open or to even sit up straight for that matter. I wasn’t even tired… but I was all the fucking way gone. Hope had responded back to me over an hour ago, but at that point everything was such a damn blur I couldn’t even see my phone screen straight. I think she may have sent me a picture of her titties, but thanks to the kush in my system I was too paranoid to attempt to take a closer look and risk the boys noticing. I would not hesitate to fight my own homeboy if they saw a naked picture of her on my phone… or anywhere in life for that matter.

The music thumped with even more bass than the club, which gave the girls plenty to shake their asses to. Asses… and titties… and thighs, oh my. I didn’t think Virginia was capable of creating strippers this beautifully crafted. I wasn’t about to risk looking at any of them for too long, but a quick peep here and there couldn’t be much harm.

The boys were all hype around me, even BJ and Kendrick because the music was just that lit… and they were clearly just as gone as me. These niggas were actually standing not too far from me, moving their hands animatedly as they rapped along like they were featured on the damn song.

Dontay was sitting to the left of me, not so subtly making out with one of Rose’s friends. Ashley was her name… maybe. And Rashad was on the couch to the right with the other girl, who’s name I couldn’t remember even if I tried, cuddled up in his lap, whispering in his ear. He was sitting there giggling like a little bitch and I laughed and shook my head as I watched from the corner of my eye. I wondered for a moment where Rose went… with her fine ass. I quickly shook my head, much too quick for my level of intoxication, and squeezed my eyes shut to rid myself of the image of this girl. Even the thought of her being attractive crossing my mind felt like I was cheating, so I needed to get it together before I made myself feel even more guilty.

Parting my lids to look straight ahead, I cursed myself for instantly locking eyes with her. Perhaps if I wasn’t thinking about her in the first place, she would have never appeared… with two shot glasses in her hands, and a smile on her face.

“Take a shot with me?” She half asked, half stated as she stopped about a foot away from me. She projected one of the glasses out directly in my face, but I frowned and sat up a bit straighter, hopefully alerting her of my disinterest in stepping into the realm of alcohol poisoning by drinking anymore liquor.

“Nah, I’m good.” I said… or slurred.

“Please. Just one… before you go.” She had the audacity to pout and look almost sad, not like I cared… she could outright cry in my face and I still wouldn’t care, but this was indeed a whole free shot.

I eyed her left hand for a while, the hand that was sticking straight out in my face with this tempting shot, then I sighed with defeat and struggled to get my own hand and my vision to work together to take it from her grasp. She giggled at the sight of my drunk ass trying to accomplish the most simple task and I guess she decided to make it easier for me by taking a step forward… and turning to plop her ass down right in my lap. I wasn’t exactly sure how to react to that… or to the fact that she turned her body to face me, obviously making herself more comfortable, and raised the shot glass to my lips. I stared dead in this girl’s eyes as I parted my lips, tilted my head back, and swallowed down the shot. First of all, a red flag should have gone up in my mind when this damn shot of liquid fire slithered down my throat like water… and second, three more red flags should have gone up as soon as homegirl took a seat on me.

I should have pushed her off me as soon as she sat down… should have pushed her smooth on the floor. But, it’s as if I was stuck in a trance and absolutely unable to move a muscle as she sat there slowly licking her lips after she’d downed her shot.

“Now… that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She asked with a smile. I shook my head like a dumbstruck little boy and heaved a deep sigh. I hadn’t quite noticed how well-endowed she was on the lower half until she shifted again in my lap. I also hadn’t noticed that I was staring at her wide hips that spread with the weight of her sitting on me… nor did I notice just how slouched I was to give her the perfect angle to sit directly on my crotch.

“I fucking love this song!’ She blurted randomly. Snatching my thirsty, blurred stare from her fat ass I tuned in to the sound of Rick Ross’s Peace Sign and I think perhaps my heart dropped. Whether from the memory of this very same song playing in Magic City the time I took Hope and a fine ass stripper by the name of Lola Devine devoured her pussy like it was her last meal, or from the reality that Rose was now rotating her hips in my lap to the deep bass of the song… my heart was officially in my ass.

“Have you heard this song before?” She asked, peeping over her shoulder to look back at me with a not so innocent smirk on her full lips.

“Yeah.” I muttered, nodding quickly with my eyes focused back on her ass. She giggled and turned to face forward, placing her heels firmly on the floor. Her hands found my knees and she used them to brace herself as she began a slow wine on me and before I knew it, my bottom lip went flying in my mouth and an inaudible ‘shit’ went flying out.

It was like magic the way her ass and hips caught every single beat in the song… she certainly had me hypnotized with her act. Pushing herself up a bit, I paid close attention to the way she hiked her booty up and made it clap right over my dick… which was now obviously very awake. I cursed myself in my mind, shutting my eyes briefly with hopes that it would just fucking go away if I conjured up a quick image of Hope at home, in bed, pregnant, with my child.

But the image unfortunately didn’t materialize quick enough for me to come to my senses… this damn girl had already turned the fuck around and straddled me and my now hard dick.

“Lay me on my back, got my legs wide open like a peace sign.” She leaned forward and sang the chorus softly in my ear, sending chills through my body as she reconnected with my crotch. Did she even have on panties? God I prayed she did… I could not go home with a big wet stain on the front of my damn pants! I was confident that she was doing a great job of turning herself on, or I was turning her on, or fuck… was that her damn tongue on my neck!

“Rose, chill.” I mumbled feebly, too weak for her to even hear… or too weak for her to take me serious.

“What happens in this club tonight, doesn’t have to make it home to your girl,” She whispered with her lips pressed gently against my ear, “I’ll make sure she never finds out.”

She caught my earlobe and the entire diamond stud in it in her mouth and suckled then let it go and pressed her lips against it.

“Rose…” “Nigga!” I could hear the voice of a man somewhere in front of me, but Rose was practically full on riding me at this point so I couldn’t see anything past her.

She sat up suddenly with her hands still pressed against my shoulders. How the fuck did I even get this slouched in this damn chair? I caught the tail end of her wink before her playful smirk fell into a frown and she glanced back over her shoulder. Reluctantly, and I mean with extreme reluctance, she lifted herself off me with a roll of her eyes. She wasn’t all that quick to adjust her dress, especially in the front… where only I could just barely make out her bald pussy. She really wasn’t wearing any panties! Fuck… I was terrified to look down at my pants.

“Bruh, what the fuck?” It was Kendrick who’d come along to save the day and I came pretty close to standing up and embracing him in a hug. Instead, he pulled me up to my feet and I quickly latched a hand onto the arm of the small couch to balance myself.

“You good dawg?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Bruh,” I shook my head slowly and stared up at the dark ceiling, “Please don’t take this the wrong way… I need you to look at the front of my pants…”

He was silent for a while… like a long ass while and with my head still tilted up, I cut my eyes at him and he burst into laughter. I mean this guy doubled over and held onto my arm, he was laughing that hard.

“Shit man… wooooo I didn’t realize yo ass was this funny,” He said after about two full minutes of laughter, “I peeped your shit when ole girl stood up. You good… you got a lil bit of an issue that you may need to handle before you get home and Sy and wonders why the fuck you just excited and shit, but you good though. She ain’t have no draws on, huh?”

I shook my head and sighed “I can’t even believe that just happened.”

“Believe it homie,” He chuckled, slapping a hand down on my shoulder, “That girl been eyeing you all night long. And I had some fucking bubble butt ass stripper come for me… that’s why it took me so long to come save you!”

I laughed and shook my head yet again “I think it’s time to head home man.”

He agreed before I could finish the sentence and turned in the opposite direction of Rose and her friend, who’d huddled together not too far from where the third friend, Ashley I believe, sat in Dontay’s lap with her face wedged in the crook of his neck. Rashad kept a close eye on the other friend who stood with Rose, like one of us was gonna take the girl from him… I shook my head at the thought. Nobody wanted any of these females… at all.

“Aye dawg, will you let Don’s twisted ass know we heading out?” BJ chuckled, leaning in close to speak to Rashad over the blare of the music. I didn’t bother to stick around to wait for a response. Kendrick and I both quietly made our way out of the section and we just about made it to the door before I heard BJ calling out to us from behind. There was no way I was gonna risk turning around to catch eyes with that girl again… BJ was just gonna have to hurry his ass up before he got left.

Thankfully Kendrick chose to drive his car this evening… or morning, and that made it much easier for us to hightail it out of there without having to wait for Dontay and Rashad. Rose seriously had my ass spooked at this point, so I was prepared to walk home if I had to just to get away from her. Sure the girl was drop dead gorgeous, had a body that could kill, and smelled like heaven… but she wasn’t my cup of tea. I’d gotten a good taste of that life back in Georgia and thanks to my careless ways, I almost cost myself the love of my life… and my life.

It became quite a task to not throw up with the way everything was spinning all around me. The car even seemed to be going much faster than it was, or maybe Kendrick really was speeding because he was pretty fucked up himself. Whatever the case… I shut my eyes for most of the ride and even then I had to will myself not to puke.

Somehow I ended up passed out by the time we pulled up to the house and I just about slept right through the feeling of one of the boys shaking the shit out of my arm. “Breezy, nigga! Get your ass up bro!” I couldn’t tell which one of them it was, but I really needed him to shut the fuck up. With a miserable groan, I opened my eyes into the tiniest slits and stared into thick darkness. Was it possible that I’d drank so much that I lost my eyesight?

“What the fuck.” I muttered, feeling an odd sensation rub against my lips as I spoke. I could feel my cheek pressed against something as well… where the hell was I?

“Man, maybe we should just leave him here. At least we know he’s safe… but I need to go lay my ass down.” Another voice from behind me. Why weren’t these voices explaining to me where I was?

“Nah, ‘cause if Mama or Auntie see him out here in the morning… we all gettin’ cussed out!” Somebody smacked their lips with obvious irritation and I felt a hard hit followed by throbbing pain to the back of my right leg. With a frown, I moved my head back a bit further and shifted to my right, then I suddenly felt like I was falling for all of one second… then my entire right side throbbed.

“Shit!” I exclaimed. Whoever was standing near me burst out laughing and I struggled, really struggled, to lift my head and look back. Through a blurry haze I made out the shapes of what looked like Kendrick hunched over laughing and BJ leaned up against the side of the car laughing just as hard. The car… if BJ was leaning against the side of the car, that meant I must have been somewhere inside it.

Turning my head again, I realized that I was still in the car… and that I’d just rolled onto the floor from the back seat. I would have laughed at my own self, had my big ass not been wedged so tight between the back seat and the front.

“Niggas… help me…” I struggled to breathe as I waited for them to calm down with all the laughter and grab ahold of my legs so they could literally yank me out of the car. And they did just that… until I ended up face first on the ground, halfway in the grass and halfway on the driveway. I laid there cracking the hell up at myself, eventually managing to roll over and spot Kendrick laid out on the ground right beside me laughing himself to tears and BJ leaned over the back of the trunk hollering.

“Yoooo, we need to get the fuck in the house before the neighbors come out here. We look like we trynna rob this car right now, but we was too stupid to finish the job!” BJ snorted.

“Aww shit, get up dawg… get up!” Kendrick exclaimed, struggling to make his way onto his own feet. There was no way I was gonna be able to do that… no way at all. So I laid there and continued to laugh until him and BJ came along and collected me from the ground… and man was it a struggle. I think we fell about three more times, all because their drunk asses were trying to keep my drunk ass up. By the grace of God we made it up the steps of the porch and they propped me against the paneled wall beside the door until they could figure out how to get in the house.

“Fuck bro, we ain’t got no key!” BJ whispered harshly.

“I do.” I whispered back. “Nigga why you whispering?” Kendrick asked.

“He fuckin’ whispered.” I slurred.

“Gimme the key, foolish ass.” BJ laughed. My squinted eyes darted to the front left pocket of my pants and I smirked as I slowly looked up at Kendrick.

“Man dawg,” He smacked his lips and shook his head reluctantly, “Why we keep being so damn intimate tonight?”

The way he said that shit, was fucking hilarious… so I cackled like a hyena and leaned back from the wall, only managing to miss the ground when BJ flew forward and caught me by my shoulders. He barely kept me up as he shook from his own laughter and Kendrick chuckled right along with us as he turned his head and reached into my pocket.

Again, only by the grace of God did we somehow find our way not only through both the screen door and the large oak door, but upstairs and into the hallway right outside of Hope’s room too. How we managed to get up the stairs without breaking our necks was all a blur, but with my persistence to be by Hope’s side we all put in some serious team work to make it happen.

Kendrick pushed the door open and I stumbled my way in, bumping into the dresser closest to the door with a thud.

“Chill out man!” BJ whispered.

“Shut your ass up!” I whispered back harshly and in a slur, “Who the fuck is that?”

They both turned their attention to Hope’s bed and we all stared on quietly at the sight of two bodies sprawled out in the bed, one obviously belonging to Hope.

“It’s gotta be one of the girls.” It was BJ who took off first toward the bed and Kendrick who stayed behind to keep me propped safely against the dresser.

“It’s Dez.” He whispered from the other side of the room where he stood near the bed, peering down at her like a creep.

“You look like a fucking murderer bro.” Kendrick whispered, which started a chain reaction of laughter. What none of us were expecting, however, was for her crazy ass to actually wake up…

“BJ… the fuck you doing standing over me like that? Nigga, if you don’t move!” She half yelled, swinging an arm out from beneath the blanket she had tossed halfway over her head.

He quickly flinched back away from her, narrowly avoiding her flailing arm “Whoa girl, chill.” “Chill my ass! Why the fuck are you even in here… at four in the morning?” She was entirely too alert now and for two seconds, I almost regretted coming in here in the first place.

“This nigga insisted that we bring his ass up here.” He said, tossing an incrementing finger in my direction.

Destani, being the drama queen that she was, sat all the way up in the bed now and decided to go the indiscreet route by snatching on the bedside lamp to her left.

“Chris… Kendrick… what the fuck?” She glared across the room at us, arms crossed over her chest like an angry black mother seconds away from scolding her children.

“Look man, can you either make space for him between ya’ll or come all the way up out the bed so homeboy can lay down? He fucking heavy as shit!” Kendrick exclaimed. I chuckled because I hadn’t even realized that I’d leaned back away from the dresser and put just about all my weight against him.

“Destani…” Though I could barely see straight enough to make out her face, that beautifully gentle voice would never fail to command my attention, “What’s going on?”

“Your extremely intoxicated ass boyfriend and his obnoxious friends just got back. This block headed nigga had his babysitters bring him up here to you.” She fussed. Now her voice on the other hand annoyed me and left me frowning and glaring right back at her. “Shut the fuck up Dez.” I mumbled.

“No you shut the fuck up nigga. Nobody told you dumbasses to come bombarding your way in here making all this noise at fucking four in the morning. Why are ya’ll even getting back this late anyway?” Her voice continued to piss me off, but I was thankful that she was finally climbing her ass out of my spot in the bed.

“Don’t fucking worry about it…” Using the side of the dresser to tug myself off of Kendrick, I stood up straight and lingered there for a moment until I could figure out how to keep myself balanced so I could make my way over to the bed.

“Did you guys really just get back?” I heard Hope ask. I think she was sitting up in the bed now as well, but I couldn’t risk even peeping through my peripheral… that would surely through me off balance and I would quickly end up face down on the floor. Eventually Kendrick came to my aide, both responding to Hope and getting me over to the bed. He may not have thought I noticed the little nudge he gave me when I was within range to land on the bed, but I did… his ass pushed me. But whatever, this bed felt like sex.

“This guy is gonna need to sleep this off for like three days.” BJ chuckled.

“Get the fuck out BJ.” I muttered, face halfway wedged into the softest damn comforter I’d ever felt in life. He laughed louder then, as did Kendrick from the other side of the room, but he took heed to my drunken words and made his way over to the door.

“Thank you boys for getting him home safely. Are Dontay and Rashad downstairs?” Hope asked.

“Nah, them hoes still out.” Kendrick laughed.

“Hmph, well let me go lock the deadbolt so they can’t get in here,” Destani mumbled, swiftly brushing past them, “And when I get back up here, ya’ll better not be in that guest room.”

“Ain’t nobody going in there girl.” Kendrick yelled out after her. They both trailed out into the hall behind her, shutting the door behind themselves.

I could feel sleep creeping up on me like a thief in the night and I sure did welcome it with open arms. Even with my eyes closed I could still feel the room swirling all around me, but in the battle between sleep and nausea… sleep was quickly winning.

“Charlie?”

My head was turned toward the large window on the other side of the room and I simply didn’t have it in me to lift it and face her. Hell, I barely had it in me to respond.

“Hmm?”

“Did you have a good night?” There was a smile in her voice, that I could tell. The thought of it resting on her perfect lips made me smile… but I still couldn’t bring myself to face her.

“Mmhm…”

She giggled and I suddenly felt my hat disappear from the top of my head. The last thing I remember was the feeling of her leaning over me to shut off the light to my right. Then I felt her silky smooth lips against my temple…

“Goodnight Charlie.”

[nommybites]

y is pasta so good

Last night was emotionally overwhelming for me. Lots of big dog sightings, a friend’s engagement news, and P A S T A. I finally made my way to Monteverde, Sarah Gruenberg’s pasta mecca in Chicago, sponsored in part by my brilliant princess friend Mary who was kind enough to get me some dough (pun) to Monteverde as a birthday gift last year. Sister Sarah tagged along and we went to town! Let’s get into it. 

Started with an amazing cocktail - The Sardinian Bandit. Gin, absinthe (wooooo), lemon, rosemary, egg white. Simple and clean, and a lovely pairing with the BOMB grassini -- one of these grassini was rosemary and sea salt, the other one I couldn’t figure out but based on the color, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were some saffron involved. Crispy crunchy goodness.

Then it was time to order the main event(s). This caused stress, because menus are always stressful, but it was EXTRA stressful because Sarah and I had made decisions based on the online menu and were startled to see SPECIALS... ack! Curveball! This stress was not helped by the fact that a) we were surrounded by doggos (pictures below) and b) I found out mid-meal that my close friend got ENGAGED. to be MARRIED! What a day!

But anyway, squash blossoms are an automatic go for me. With ricotta and SCAMORZA (which is a way under-used cheese in the states), couldn’t say no. Crispy, cheesy, delicious. Fancy mozzarella sticks, basically. Yes. Good. 

Next: another Italian GEM that you never see here - TIGELLE. Imagine that an english muffin and a biscuit got busy and had a really dense baby. That is what tigelle are. In this case, there was lemon involved in the dough. Served here with burrata, prosciutto, and fresh spring peas. DIY BB GOURMET SANDWICHES. What’s not to like? The bread was crispy on the outside, the prosciutto was obviously so incredibly fresh, and if a glob of burrata put on a pair of glasses and said it was running for president I would vote for it, so. 

One more lil snick snack before PASTA TIME: PBT. Prosciutto. Butter. Toast. For real. Rye bread, prosciutto butter which shouldn’t be allowed but Sarah Gruenberg is a crazy wonderful bitch, and the most beautiful radishes I’ve ever laid eyes upon. Sarah (my sister, not the chef...) split one lil piece and it was so rich and perfect. 

#TIME #FOR #PASTA

First up, had to go with the tortelli verdi - because when was the last time you saw pasta with miso, hazelnuts, and orange on a menu? The pasta here was so INCREDIBLY thin and tender, and the sauce was absolutely packed with flavor. Such a unique take on pasta, but definitely going to play around with hazelnuts and orange in pasta in the future... also, can we talk about how pretty this plate is?!

Last but not least. The Big Kahuna. The Main Event. The Pasta to End All Pastas. Hot DAMN it was good - a special of the day that REALLY came through: spring nettle pappardelle with porcini, pecorino, mint, oregano, and walnuts. The perfect pasta was a vibrant green, and the mushrooms... oh god, the mushrooms! Do they not look like giant wedges of pear? But no. They are tender, meaty, life changing, umami-packed porcini bbz. And globs of fresh minty pesto... what’s not to like? I slurped up the remaining sauce with a spoon because it was THAT good. One of my favorite pastas I have ever had, for sure. 

What a spectacular meal! And here’s a bonus: a doppelganger of our family dog was at the table in front of me, and the smolest dog known to man named TED was behind us, napping under the table. Here they are! 

[kj-wright-imaginaryland]

“Some days.”

This post is a slight diversion from the other illustrations, only in that it features more words! Also, it marks the halfway point in the 30 day challenge that these images are a part of!

There are some complex thoughts going on, for this project, I’ve found. Not on a hubristic level, but more, the mental struggle that sometimes comes along for the ride! The first line is true. Sometimes an idea does come to mind in a flash. (Yesterday’s effort was like that.)

The second line is also true. Sometimes you just have toes - most of the time! I cannot remember who it was that said (when asked where he got his ideas from) “I _think_ of them” - but that is generally what has to be done!

The third line is a bit about the process of getting the image sorted into a stage where I am ready to pencil and ink it. There are numerous little thumbnail sketches in a small dedicated sketchbook that I have nearby. The mostly final sketch is then carefully outlined on the ‘nice card’, and inked.

There’s also another meaning to that third line. On a personal side, over the years, mild OCD got stuck in, and can play havoc with me trying to illustrate. It’s mostly fine until I am nearly done. Then the brain becomes hypercritical with “does it feeeeeeel done? How about this??”(Fixation on one insignificantly tiny line, then another!) I won’t bang on about it, but it definitely adds some drag time to the process. Some of you may recognise that feeling. So I just have to persist until I get there. :)

The fourth line - that is sometimes my handle to distract the mind from that third line. I like words, it’s like handing my brain the mental distraction of a puzzlebox. Wordplay stops the overthinking for me somewhat, and helps me refocus!

Anyway. This here has been far too long a post for such a tiny picture - so my final thought is: “It doesn’t have to be perfect, it only has to "be.” I try to remind myself of this.

I hope that whoever made it down here in the text wall, also has good fortune with their own endeavours. :) Half way! Wooooo! :D KjW.

15/30.

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[hyuns-bbydoll]

College AU Part 7, Graduation Day, and New Promises

Two Years later~~

"Congratulations to the Class of 2017!"

"YEAA!!!!" everyone shouted excited that we had all finally graduated. Caps and confetti going into the air, everyone running to there friends to hug them.

"WOOOO! Y/N! WE GRADUATED!"

"haha yea we did it Hobi!" you said, as you hugged Hobi, Jimin came running up to you two for a group hug. "guys we graduated! I'm so happy!"

"omg my babies are all grown up!" you all turned around to see who the familiar voice was to find Jin and the rest of the Boys there to congratulate you three

"pft Jin were not babies!"

"well Jimin your as short as one"

"YAH HYUNG!"

"YAH JIMINIE DONT DESRESPECT YOUR HYUNG LIKE THAT!"

"sorry Joon.." everyone laughed at how quickly Namjoon shut Jimin up, but then Tae was quick to notice how you seemed to be looking for someone.

"Y/n, are you looking for someone?"

"aha...NO, tae i was just looking at how happy everyone is!" you laughed nervously

"mhmm sure, wheres Mint Stick?"

"YAH! ONLY I CAN CALL YOONGI THAT!"

"only you can call me what?"

you turned around in shock "haha...nothing.."

"babe are you arguing over the Mint Stick thing again?"

"no..."

"haha only you can call me Mint Stick babe, also i have something important i need to ask"

"what is-"

"yah everyone group photo" Jin said Interrupting your conversation with Yoongi.

"Yoongi what did want to ask?" and before Jin snapped the photo Yoongi got down on one knee and held out a black box

"From the day i first saw you i knew i had found my muse and my purpose in life, when we first spoke i could barely keep my eyes on you, the day we had our first kiss was the happiest day of my life, i couldn't have asked for a better girlfriend. Now that we graduated and we are preparing to start the next chapter in our lives, but for my next chapter i want it to start it with you. Y/f/n will you do me the honor of marrying me and starting off this next chapter as my wife?"

"yes, yoongi a million times yes" you let your tears fall and jump onto Yoongi to hug him and kiss him

"WOOOOO! we did it!" all the guys began to shout and high five one another

"you guys help him?"

"yup! and Jin got the perfect picture!" Namjoon said while showing you the photo

you couldn't have ended the year a better way, the man you loved was now going to be your husband and the people you cherish the most were there to celebrate along with you two.

End~

okay thats it, its over. I'm sorry if the ending sucks xc new stuff is coming and requests are open for any future AU’s

Part 1, Part 1.5, Part 2, Part 3, Part 3.5, Part 4, Part 5, Part 5.5, Part 6, Part 7(end)

[mysticalcherryblossomwasteland]

Yugyeom Got7 Single dad AU FF Part 2/?

 Yugyeom stepped in his ... worn out car and sighed, he looked at the crumbs in between the seats as he drove. They were left by the love of his life, and his son. His shabby, somewhat junky car used to mean something but now it was just embarrassing. Getting his mind out of himself he pulled into a parking spot out side of his apartment. He managed to come in perfect time to meet his son that was being dropped off from day care. He picked up his pride and joy, and danced with him on the side walk. "How was your day Mathew?" While Yugyeom eyes blurred planning the night out he heard bits of Mathew's excitement. "I had so much fun dad! Can I go back tomorrow?" He chuckled " Of course you can! Umm.. but Mathew how would you like to go to a concert with Daddy and the uncles?" His sons reaction only consisted of jumping , and lots of smiles. "Let's get dressed!". They ran up to their apartment and got ready. Yugyeom dressed Mathew in his best attire. Shoes from Bam, a shirt from Youngjae, pants from Jackson, a jacket from JB, and a belt, and hat from Mark, and Jinyoung. "Ahhh. Let me see!" His son smiled admiring himself in the small mirror. While looking at his son Yugyeom shed a tear. He knew his wife would become proud to see her son polished, and happy. Then he looked at himself "You look great Mathew!" "Thank you daddy, but what will you wear?" Yugyeom ran off to get the one dress appropriate outfit he had, and got ready to pretend. "You look great dad." And then they were out the door, driving to Y/N's concert.   When Bam, JB, and the others showed up with tickets for all of them Yugyeom felt grateful to have such great friends, and uncles for his son. "UNCLES!!!" "Woah you look great Mathew! I love your pants!" Jackson stated complementing on the way to their seats. "You bought them Uncle J!" Everyone laughed, but Yugyeom was too caught up in the moment. It has been a long time sense he's been out anywhere social. He admired all the people as he found his seat wondering if he could ever picture himself among this crowd again. Then she appeared on staged, wearing a light blue dress, that flew in the wind from the outside concert. Yugyeom couldn't speak he just watched as if he saw someone not human. Someone better. Maybe it was his lack of communication he couldn't understand but he couldn't think either. "WOOOOO!" He watched his friends cheer as he followed. He was more calm now. He reassured himself saying that this was a one time thing never again. Then you walked on stage to a large crowd. "Hello Everybody! I'm Y/N. Thank you so much for coming. I really appreciate all of your support, and love for music. I hope I can make everyone here happy tonight. Let's get started!" The crowed cheered as you finished your speech. There were lights flashing, and dances, and they all sat there amazed . No one talked through the whole event. The only sounds heard were voices of singing from Youngjae. The concert eneded as you gave another short speech showing your gratitude. Yugyeom could finally breathe again and he could go home. As they were getting up from their seats Jinyoung tapped Yugyeom's shoulder hard, "Ahhh~ Yugyeom look at that smile on Mathews face. Maybe it's time to start mommy hunting?" Yugyeom's eyes turned cold as his heart burst open. This whole situation was a bad idea. His hands reached for Jinyoung's shoulder shoving him onto the grass. "I told you I wasn't ready. I don't want to be married again, EVER. Everyone's just going to have to learn to stay out of my life, and Mathew will have to learn to deal with that!" Passing eyes watched him as an angry tear came from his dark eye. "Daddy..." he turned to see his son with tears, and ran away from his father, and uncles. "Mathew!!!" Yugyeom called after his son who only ran off more into the distance. He found him self asking Jinyoung for forgiveness, and begging his friends to help him find his son.Mathew ran until he lead himself to an open door. He was crying heavily leaving his tears scattered across his cheeks. When you saw the crying child your heart began to melt. "Awe baby. Are you okay, were are you supposed be?" You rushed toward the small child sitting him on your lap. You finally stopped him from crying by singing to him. He talked just enough for you to get his name. "How do you feel Mathew?" He smiled fully nodding his head. "I feel better now thank you Y/N! May I play a game." You pulled put your phone and opened apps that he could play just as you were having fun you heard a worried yell. "Mathew! Please come out its daddy!" You froze with the young boy in your lap. A/N~ hello! This is part two, and my 3rd writing on Tumblr. My last part got 22 hearts. So thank you! I know it may not be much compared to others, but I was really excited, and this is a huge step for me as a creator, writer, and a person that struggles with confidence. 💚💚💚

 Yugyeom stepped in his ... worn out car and sighed, he looked at the crumbs in between the seats as he drove. They were left by the love of his life, and his son. His shabby, somewhat junky car used to mean something but now it was just embarrassing. Getting his mind out of himself he pulled into a parking spot outside of his apartment. He managed to come in perfect time to meet his son that was being dropped off from daycare. He picked up his pride and joy and danced with him on the sidewalk. "How was your day Mathew?" While Yugyeom eyes blurred planning the night out he heard bits of Mathew's excitement. "I had so much fun, dad! Can I go back tomorrow?" He chuckled " Of course you can! Umm.. but Mathew how would you like to go to a concert with Daddy and the uncles?" His son's reaction only consisted of jumping and lots of smiles. "Let's get dressed!". They ran up to their apartment and got ready. Yugyeom dressed Mathew in his best attire. Shoes from Bam, a shirt from Youngjae, pants from Jackson, a jacket from JB, and a belt, and a hat from Mark, and Jinyoung. "Ahhh. Let me see!" His son smiled admiring himself in the small mirror. While looking at his son Yugyeom shed a tear. He knew his wife would become proud to see her son polished, and happy. Then he looked at himself "You look great Mathew!" "Thank you, daddy, but what will you wear?" Yugyeom ran off to get the one dress appropriate outfit he had and got ready to pretend. "You look, great dad." And then they were out the door, driving to Y/N's concert.  

When Bam, JB, and the others showed up with tickets for all of them Yugyeom felt grateful to have such great friends and uncles for his son. "UNCLES!!!" "Woah you look great Mathew! I love your pants!" Jackson stated complementing on the way to their seats. "You bought them, Uncle J!" Everyone laughed, but Yugyeom was too caught up in the moment. It has been a long time since he's been out anywhere social. He admired all the people as he found his seat wondering if he could ever picture himself among this crowd again. Then she appeared on stage, wearing a light blue dress, that flew in the wind from the outside concert. Yugyeom couldn't speak he just watched as if he saw someone not human. Someone better. Maybe it was his lack of communication he couldn't understand but he couldn't think either. "WOOOOO!" He watched his friends cheer as he followed. He was calmer now. He reassured himself saying that this was a one-time thing never again. Then you walked on stage to a large crowd. "Hello Everybody! I'm Y/N. Thank you so much for coming. I really appreciate all of your support, and love for music. I hope I can make everyone here happy tonight. Let's get started!" The crowd cheered as you finished your speech. There were lights flashing, and dances, and they all sat there amazed. No one talked through the whole event. The only sounds heard were voices of singing from Youngjae. The concert ended as you gave another short speech showing your gratitude. Yugyeom could finally breathe again and he could go home. As they were getting up from their seats Jinyoung tapped Yugyeom's shoulder hard, "Ahhh~ Yugyeom look at that smile on Mathew's face. Maybe it's time to start mommy hunting?" Yugyeom's eyes turned cold as his heart burst open. This whole situation was a bad idea. His hands reached for Jinyoung's shoulder shoving him onto the grass. "I told you I wasn't ready. I don't want to be married again, EVER. Everyone's just going to have to learn to stay out of my life, and Mathew will have to learn to deal with that!" Passing eyes watched him as an angry tear came from his dark eye. "Daddy..." he turned to see his son with tears and ran away from his father, and uncles. "Mathew!!!" Yugyeom called after his son who only ran off more into the distance. He found himself asking Jinyoung for forgiveness and begging his friends to help him find his son.

Mathew ran until he leads himself to an open door. He was crying heavily leaving his tears scattered across his cheeks. When you saw the crying child your heart began to melt. "Awe baby. Are you okay, where are you supposed to be?" You rushed toward the small child sitting him on your lap. You finally stopped him from crying by singing to him. He talked just enough for you to get his name. "How do you feel Mathew?" He smiled fully nodding his head. "I feel better now thank you Y/N! May I play a game." You pulled out your phone and opened apps that he could play just as you were having fun you heard a worried yell. "Mathew! Please come out its daddy!" You froze with the young boy in your lap.

💖💖💖

[roxettediaries]

The World According to Gessle in 2017

I have been wanting to write about this album since February. And because of this particular album, I have not been able to listen to other Roxette related material in soul-detail. It captivated and "mesmerised" me like no other album. It's so perfect and so full of energy that I really couldn't find words good enough to describe it. The evening I heard it after years with such concentration, I was almost crying with joy. Ah! I had a specially recorded cassette of this album, with its own sequence (the guy at the shop did it in his own likeness). I heard this album so much on cassette that I made 2 extra copies for safety purposes. I heard it so much that by the end, I thought I'd never like this album much. It took 15 years to like it more than I liked it as a child. Point to be noted: Göran Fritzon could've been a part of the album, since there is quite some back organ in many songs. It really would've been a nice collaboration of the Gyllene Tider and Roxette band. Another point to be noted: Elvis influence is there, and a lot of times. I wrote a rough review for myself, but I don't have the energy to read what I write and edit it accordingly, so I'm just going to copy-paste it here. If you're a Per Gessle fan, you're naturally gonna understand these points. Enjoy! Stupid: Paul McCartney like story telling. I should start to call it "Per Gessle style story telling of the fictional & non-fictional". There is some organ in it too. Yayy! Do You Wanna Be My Baby: I wish Per wrote more such songs. And oh the drums, oh hells yeah!!! And the Öwferman piano riffs, typical Gessle-Öwferman music making can be felt in it, with a touch of MP Persson, yes yes!! Saturday: Per never gets along well with weekends. Another-Sarcastic-Saturday! Hear that cello when Per loses the note a little (called false I guess - check)? And then, there are the barking dogs int he end of the song. Why? Dogs are cute people, come on! They can make Saturdays better! Kix: Not my favourite, the video went miles away from my head. And the "uoh uoh" is attention grabbing. The bass riff seems very familiar, but I can't seem to recall where I heard it before. And then why "Kix", why not "Kicks"? Per being the 90s cool? *wink* Even the harmonica sounds familiar - amm, so is this song a tribute to old songs? Oh oh, and did you hear the computers in the end? I Want You to Know: I got to know about it really late that it was a single - yes, not really single material. Jingle bells are there. The guitar in the end goes right left right left (speaker wise), and the reverse tape, a homage to the Beatles maybe? Reporter: Always a fun song to listen to. Besides the "Marie and Per" factor to it, this song pretty much sums up how Per loves to read the paper. "Watching from the tambourine" give a funny picture. Elvis kind piano is also there. Organ is there. Complete song, isn't it? B-Any-1-U-Wanna-B: Just got to know it's a homage to Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys. It seems to me that the sea waves makes sense, and so do the *ohhh* *aahhhh* *hoooo* *woooo* choir. And jingle bells are here too. Love this song, wrote too many times about its structure. Wish You the Best: I didn't like this song much when I was 12. It's very beautiful, and then Roxette's "April Clouds" has been an extract of this song. I like the cello in it! I'm sure it's a song Per wrote with a purpose, or a mixture of many occasions. Elvis in Germany: I love this song. Some say Per wrote it about it himself, but then I think this is also a tribute to the time when Elvis came to Germany, when he was in the army. Major Tom (Bowie) and Sgt. Pepper (Beatles) are there too, and so is Per's Harmonica. Jackie Öwferman made it in this song too, you can easily tell who she is, can't you? The "wooooo" in the end of this song has a Beach Boys effect too. And then of course, the horns, something different in a Gessle song. T-T-T-Take it!: Another story song, where Per seems to observe his abused and the abusing neighbours. And the famous Per "EY" is there, so is the organ. Could've been a GT song if in Swedish. I'll be Alright: Most probably my favourite song of the album, it was, still and will remain a favourite I guess. I love love it, and then there is Marie in it too! I read in old forums that it gave a feel that Roxette was over, and it was more like an ode to Roxette. But I won't agree to it. Only Per knows, or maybe he has forgotten. It's the "på promenad genom stan" of TWATG, in that way. There is My Baby: When I was 12, I loved this song to bits. I wonder why! Really! It's a simple song, and not too brilliant, but yet, I found something in it. After 15 years, I still find this song nice, but not as nice as I used to, hmmm..... This one also has the potential to be a GT song, if in Swedish. And organ baby! Lay Down Your Arms: 3 songs which didn't attract me as much at age 12 ("I want you to know", "Lay down your arms" and "wish you the best") attracted me the most at 27. Musically and from an observational point of view as well. Maybe the gave nice breaks to the jig energy songs in the album. But this time, when I heard this song, I kind of figured out its Per who is playing the piano, not bad at all Gessle, you're actually pretty good at it, you know! Keep it up! Kix-cha-cha: I though the guy who recorded the cassette for me did a prank with Kix. Turns out, it was Per himself who was being Elvis for a prank. You know, I'm still not satisfied with this review of experiencing "The World According to Gessle". I'll again do something about it tomorrow. The next few days, you're gonna be experiencing this album here. Probably not tomorrow, but maybe the day after tomorrow. Love and Peace 18/5/2017

[verbballetstaipei-blog]

Day 7--Easter! 🐇

Happy Easter everyone! I hope you're reading this while also eating a lot of sugary chocolate and spending time with family🐥🐇🍫I'm happy to be here but I'm missing home a bit more today. So I made sure to treat myself especially nice☺️ I don't think I've ever had such a self-pampering day! If you've been following this babbling blog, you know I have failed miserably at sleeping this past week. Well guess what folks, me and my slumber party plan worked! This girl got a full 7+ hours last night. Wooooo! Xiexie (thank you) Taiwanese sleeping pills🙌 After breakfast with the Verb squad at the hotel, Lieneke Nata and I walked to an area dance studio that offers open classes and took a ballet (cause who wants days off from what they love?!). The class was packed but the teacher was great and gave awesome combinations that worked us hard, kept the class moving, and challenged our weight placement. She also gave us individual corrections, an honor in such a large class! We were dripping the whole time (the humidity is intense in Taiwan) so I definitely need to invest in a cute little sweat towel while I'm here. Almost every dancer had one and most of them had adorable anime cartoons on them. Why not sweat in style? The teacher and students were very kind to us after class and many said they'd love to come see our performances. Yay new friends! We walked back to the hotel (hitting up the cuteee MRT gift shop along the way) to rinse off all of the stickiness before lunch. Next was nommin at the vegetarian buffet again because how can you not want to an overflowing plate of delicious vegetarian dishes for the equivalent of less than $4.00 USD? If only we had pay by weight healthy options in America instead of fast food joints for affordable food! At this point I was feeling extra brave so I started walking into salons showing them pictures of haircuts in hopes that they could style my hair similarly. The first 2 salons didn't seem as good of a fit but the third salon seemed perfect. It was very stylish and chic but the man who greeted me at the desk was very kind and patient. We communicated through pictures and google translate and he understood that I wanted red highlights and a healthy trim with some layers. Remember how I mentioned that everyone takes their work very seriously here? Well Simon, my stylist, was no exception. He made sure every hair was in it's place, literally. And he was so nice! It's fun to see how humans can still communicate with body language when there's a language barrier. As part of my shampoo I got a complementary neck and scalp massage 🤤 and as my color set I had a delicious Taiwanese iced tea. He also curled my hair for free! The whole cut color and style was a complete steal in American money, especially in a salon that nice and from an experienced stylist, so I was bouncing with happiness by the end. I left Simon a good tip, which at first he was confused by because tips aren't customary here, but when I explained that I knew I overpaid and that it was the best haircut I'd ever gotten he was very very appreciative and told me I could come back for a free shampoo while I'm here. Thanks Simon!😄 Walking back to the hotel with lighter hair and bouncy curls, I couldn't stop smiling. Traveling can be so great! On my walk I actually ran into a Taiwanese man wearing a LaBron jersey while crossing the street and talked to him for a minute. We selfies it out and took a couple minutes to share our enthusiasm for Cleveland's hero before going our separate ways. I met up with Christina at the hotel to continue with the theme of self-care...we went out for nails! My nails pretty much always look like a 3rd grade boy's, so if you know me, you know manicured kate nails are rare. But it's so affordable here and what what the heck, Christina and I were having a lady date! I had to translate to our nail designer that I had a show in a week so I needed nails that would look natural from a distance, so she helped me pick a French manicure with a tiny sliver of silver glitter between the white and the nude to add a little extra spark. Perfect! Nails and hair ready to go we met up with the the rest of the Verbers and BodyEDT at the hotel so we could all walk to a local Japanese buffet. Once again, BodyEDT treated us to an amazing dinner. To use a phrase from my mom, they're spoiling us rotten! The Japanese buffet was like a work of art--culinary masterpieces all around! Everything was plated with such care and detail. Ping spoke to the restaurant before my arrival to tell them that I was vegetarian, so after I had already gone around and found a plate of food that I was confident was meatless, my own specialty plates started appearing at my table place. The waiter must have brought me 5 of my own courses. I couldn't stop laughing! I've never had so much amazing food served directly to me. I did my best to eat as much as I possibly could to show my appreciation and to try all of the new things. And I ate a ton because lezzebehonest, it was delicious!! The Japanese eggplant stuffed with tofu and veggies was my favorite. So tender! Dinner was super fun but by the end I was feeling pretty tired. Some of us decided to take a little night walk around the area night shopping district to ensure we digested well and were extra tired for a night of restful sleep. There's endless things to do and see in Taipei! I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow to do anything else. Goodnight and happy Easter! 🌸Kate

[seihou-writes]

[Misty] The Confession

Mysteria walked around the basic hotel room, nervously waiting for her turn to use the laptop that Jordan and her share. Traveling to the other side of the room, she looked out to the window to see the city lights below. She sighed and drew open the curtains, pulling them out of the way so she can have a perfect view of the city. Mysteria felt calm watching the city below. It reminded her of Asher, which instantly made her blush. She vigorously shook her head and occupied herself with something else.

As she adjusted the lighting so that only a single bright lamp was on, a knock came from her door.

Mysteria sprinted lightly to the entrance and opened the door quickly.

“You done already?” She asked to a surprised Jordan, who held an open laptop on his open palm, his free hand still held in a fist as if he was going to knock again.

“Y-Yeah? I was talking to Asher, he said he wanted to talk to you?” Jordan gave her a confused look. “Why are you all jumpy all of the sudden?”

Mysteria shook her head, taking the laptop from the coffee skinned boy.

“I’m good. You can go back to wherever you came from. Go!” She shooed him away, attempting to push Jordan out again using her back side.

“Alright, alright!”

Mysteria quickly shut the door and looked at the laptop monitor, seeing that the chat was still up. It read the words “Call ended: 25 min, 11 sec” Mysteria huffed, then sat on her bed as she logged out, signed into her account and typed.

Misty_Water-Type: Hey Asher, you up?

AshKetchup: Well duh.

AshKetchup: Video chat?

Misty_Water-Type: Definitely

Right after Mysteria sent that, a new window popped up announcing that Asher was calling. She accepted the call and a second later, Asher’s dark hair and seemingly pale face showed up on her screen, with Asher looking at himself in the camera, frowning slightly as he tried to fix his hair.

“Hello twinkle toes, looks like you’re having fun there.” Mysteria greeted as she laid back on the pile of pillows behind her, pulling up her knees.

Asher messed with his hair, shaking his head like a dog a few times. “Don’t judge, it’s hard to keep this hair looking good.” He replied once he stopped, now looking at Mysteria and smiled.

“So how’s Oceana treating you? Are there singing sailors like they say in the movies?” Asher asked excitedly, his face being illuminated by the screen and a low light in front of him.

“Oceana is really pretty but so far I haven’t seen any singing sailors, but the team and I had this snack-” Mysteria reached over to the night stand and grabbed a bag of stringy dry stuff that looked like cheese. She held it in front of the camera and showed Asher the packaging, which had a picture of a squid on it.

“Someone gave all of us a bit of this dried squid, but we didn’t know that’s what it was, so some of the players ate it without a second thought then gagged!” Mysteria sniffed the bag and made a face, causing Asher to chuckle.

“What did you do?” He asked.

“I smelled it first, of course. Then j gave it back. I was actually smart enough to inspect the snack and ask for the packaging to read the ingredients to see what it was!” She laughed with Asher.

“I, for one, love dried squid!” The boy exclaimed excitedly. “You better save me some Mysteria!”

The girl threw her head back and laughed. “You can have all of it, I don’t want any of this.” She replied. “Good thing I’m coming back tomorrow.”

“Oh… Speaking of that…” Asher suddenly stopped smiling, beginning to get serious. “I… Want to talk to you about something…”

Mysteria frowned slightly. “Is something wrong? Did something happen to your grandmother?”

“N-No, no! My grandma is fine, better even.” Asher looked down, messing with his T-shirt. “It’s um… Better if I talk to you personally.”

Confused, Mysteria scooted in a bit closer to the laptop, concern washing over her face.

“Asher, if it’s really important, you can always talk to me now.” She said reassuringly. Asher looked down, before glancing up at her, making his puppy eyed face for a split second before smiling.

“It’s not what you think it is.” He replied, looking down once more. “When you come back, I’ll explain everything.”

“Alright, if you say so.”

Asher slowly grew quiet, and after a minute, Mysteria began to get fidgety.

“Oh gosh, please don’t be like Airyan on his first breakup!” Mysteria whined, catching Asher by surprise.

“What? No way!” He said in his defense, laughing. “No disrespect to him, but I don’t want to be like him if that meant I have to suffer from your wrath!”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!” Mysteria asked, crossing her arms.

“Oh nothing, other than you have all the qualities of an angry bull!! If I didn’t know you that well, I would’ve assumed that you’re half bull!” He taunted, smirking as he watched Mysteria try to protest.

“Am not! You’re the half animal here!” She stopped, face palmed and laughed. Asher laughed with her.

“What was that Mysteria?”

“You know what I meant!!” She cried, laughing.

He chuckled. “Yeah I do. Well, looks like I have to go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow then…” Asher sighed, rubbing his eyes.

“Yeah, and you’ll tell me what you wanted to talk to me about, right?”

“Of c-course. It’s… Really important… U-Um, bye Mysteria.” Asher managed to stammer out and quickly turned off the webcam before Mysteria even got to say goodbye back.

The girl sat there for a minute, trying to process what had just happened. Asher was acting really weird. She wanted to know why already, but she knew she would have to wait. Him not talking to her as long as other calls and even acting nervous towards her had her worried.

Mysteria set the laptop on the nightstand, and got herself comfortable underneath the covers. Looking up at the ceiling, she thought over her plans for the next day, slowly letting sleep take over.

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The Canava Pandas were getting out of the charter bus one by one, Mysteria being the third one out. Hoisting her bag up on her shoulder, she found Asher and Airyan in the crowd of fans and reporters. She ran to them, leaving Jordan to run after her.

“You’re here!” Mysteria exclaimed as she hugged the two boys. Asher timidly hugged back, rubbing the back of his neck while Airyan got excited.

“I saw the game on TV, you were amazing! Congratulations on the big win!” He exclaimed. “You have to show me the trophy sometime!!”

Mysteria laughed slightly, looking at him warily. “Yeah of course.. Hey Jordan and Asher, can you get my bags for me? I’m really sore and exhausted.”

As both guys nodded and ran to get her bags, Airyan smirked and pulled the reluctant Mysteria to the side.

“Mysteria, I have something to ask you.” Airyan began. “You have to give me an honest-to-God answer, and don’t be mean about it okay?”

Mysteria frowned, beginning to get skeptical. “Okay, what is it?”

“Do you want to date Asher?” He whispered to her.

Mysteria froze. Was she hearing that right?

“D.. Date Asher? I-”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Asher ran up behind Airyan and pushed the singer out of the way, taking Mysteria’s hands into his. In a deep voice and with the manliest face, he said, “Mysteria, will you go out with me?”

Mysteria blinked and progressively began to turn red, taking a second to process what was happening. “Asher, I-I don’t-”

“I promise to bring you kolaches every morning and help you with your daily stretches.” Asher continued, slowly beginning to lean closer to her. “I’ll take you go peaceful places when you’re stressed, and take you home at night and give you all the love and care you deserve!”

At this point, Asher was already in Mysteria’s personal space, but not quite in her face yet. She was still trying to keep up with the sudden chain of events. She kept his words in her mind, trying to think over her decision. Asher gave her an adorable begging face.

“So what do you say? Will you go out with me?”

Mysteria was quiet and slightly blushing. Asher was still holding her hands, continuing to give her a begging face. She looked over his shoulder to see Airyan and Jordan eagerly waiting for her answer. Mysteria looked down at their intertwined hands and blushed more.

“I… I don’t know Asher… I…”

Asher looked into her eyes and gave her a genuine smile. Mysteria trailed off, looking down at his hands again and noticed how warm they were, and how she was having a warm and fuzzy feeling in her chest. Mysteria hesitated but smiled.

“Alright Asher, I will date you.”

“Wooooo!!” Airyan cried out, fist bumping the air. “Finally!!” Jordan joined in, causing both Asher and Mysteria to blush heavily.

“You guys planned this, haven’t you?!” She exclaimed in frustration.

Jordan grinned while Airyan cowered behind him. “That’s for us to know and for you to find out!” Jordan shouted, pushing Airyan to make a run for it.

Asher smiled nervously at Mysteria. “Um, not to be awkward or anything, but do… you want to go somewhere to eat later? I can pay for everything and-” Asher stopped abruptly as Mysteria laughed.

“Do you really think I’m going to let you pay for everything? But sure, let’s go out to eat. Does Chato’s sound good?”

Asher blinked and smiled. “If that’s what you’re up for.”

Mysteria blushed slightly, then looked up at him. “So… 6 o'clock?”

Asher nodded and looked over at her bags. “Do you still need help with those?”

Mysteria bit her lip and hesitated. “I’d rather make Airyan help me with them. He’s going to drive me home so…”

“I see. I’ll see you later.” He said quietly, kissing her head as he left.

Mysteria blushed as she watched him leave, turning to Airyan, who returned from running away. He stared at her with a knowing smile. Annoyed, Mysteria flicked his forehead. “Come on, I’m really tired and I want to take a nap.”

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Asher was dressed in casual clothing, consisting a jacket, a white T-shirt and casual pants. He held a lime green pot with 3 bamboo shoots in it, tied with red ribbon. He looked at his watch and waited for his date to arrive, which was still hard to believe.

Mysteria arrived in a hurry, wearing a baseball cap to hide her hair, a black hoodie, and jeans. She smiled nervously as she approached him.

“Sorry for not actually looking like a girl…” She said. “You know how it is with the fans.”

Asher chuckled. “You look fine. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable in our date.” Asher replied, shyly adding the last part. He smiled at her for a moment before remembering the gifts he had.

“O-Oh, I almost forgot!” He pressed the potted plant into Mysteria’s hands, touching them briefly but with lots of care.

“Huh? What’s this for?” Mysteria asked, thoroughly confused.

“Well,” Asher began, starting to smile. “Instead of bringing flowers, I thought you’d appreciate the bamboo a lot more,” He smirked before adding. “Panda Hero.”

Mysteria’s eyes widened and her cheeks turned into a light shade of pink as she laughed. “Thanks Asher, I love this so much.”

“I originally wanted to get you a panda cub, but I’d be getting in legal trouble, and then you’d have trouble feeding the cub, and you probably have lots of explaining to do with your dad, sooooo,” He opened up his jacket to reveal a small stuffed panda, giving it to the girl. “I got you this.”

Mysteria laughed and took the panda. “This is so thoughtful, I really wasn’t expecting this!” She exclaimed, holding the bear close.

“I knew you’d like it. If I wanted to date you, I HAD to know what you like. Am I right?”

Asher gestured to the doors of the restaurant. “So let’s go enjoy authentic Mexican food!”

Mysteria shrugged. “I was wondering when we’d ever go in.”

Asher puffed out his cheeks. “Well, sorry for trying to be thoughtful!”

Mysteria rolled eyes and took Asher’s hand. “Come on, Twinkle Toes.”

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Elijah closely watched through his binoculars at Chato’s, hiding in the balcony of a vacant apartment. Watching the green haired girl and the ice skater through the window, Elijah began to get suspicious.

“Maybe this is a celebration dinner of some sort…” Elijah muttered to himself, continuing to watch. “Jordan and Airyan must be coming later or… Maybe they got busy…”

Elijah put the binoculars down and squinted his eyes.

“I’m going to have to talk to Mysteria tomorrow about this…” He said finally before going back to his binoculars to watch Mysteria laugh at something Asher had said.

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Mysteria laughed, eating her rice. “I hope Elijah doesn’t find out about this, he’d get really upset with me.” She sighed. Asher smiled and waved off the subject. “It’ll be fine, I can always deal with him for you.”

Mysteria blushed slightly and smiled into her cup that was raised to her lips. “So now you assume yourself to be my boyfriend?”

Asher blushed massively and covered his mouth with a napkin.

“I-I mean, if you’re okay with it, but, I would be really happy if you were my girlfriend.” He stuttered.

The girl thought about the idea, stirring her food around with her fork. “It’s a bit too soon, don’t you think?” She asked quietly.

Asher slowly nodded. “I know but I also know that you didn’t reject me like I thought you would… Which means you do like me, don’t you?”

“That’s… Not a lie..” Mysteria replied, before taking another bite of her food.

“What do you say? Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Mysteria looked at Asher and smiled tiredly. “Sure, I’ll be your girlfriend, just because you asked nicely.”

Asher laughed at Mysteria and held her hand reassuringly.

“Now for the hard part. Telling your dad.”