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treadmilltreats · 1 year ago

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The warning signs of a con man

So recently, I wrote about catfish on dating sites. Now I am here to tell you the signs of a Con man, and believe me, there are signs. And if you open your eyes, you will be able to see them miles away.

Yes, ladies, there are Con men out there, waiting and preying on women.

You might say, not me, I am way too smart to fall for a Con man. But not so, it's not about how smart you are. It's about how much smarter he is.

I consider myself a smart, street wise woman. I don't believe a guy with a line, a get rich quick scheme, or will I ever part with my hard earned money, yet I got taken in by a con man. Just as many of these wonderful, smart, beautiful women that I have met on this journey after meeting this Con man.

Oh yes, this one had conned 6 women so far that we know of. I know there were many more out there that we don't know about. I know there were 6 because they reached out to me.

See for a Con man, this is his life. He gets a thrill, a high from hurting unsuspecting women. Con men are sociopathic liars, this is what they do, and they have no remorse whatsoever. In fact, they try to blame it on everyone else, never taking responsibility for their own actions.

Let me tell you, these women are all educated, have good jobs, are smart, beautiful, and kind. So you ask, then how could they possibly get conned? Because he listens. We talk a lot, ladies. Yes, we are open books. He listened when you said you were in a physically abusive marriage, a verbally abusive marriage, that you had a horrible childhood. He listened when you said that you're looking for a father figure, that you never felt loved, that your self-esteem is low.

He then takes all the facts he gathered and then uses them. He will tell you that you are beautiful. He will say he never met anyone like you. He will say he is going to step up because none of the other men in your life have. He will do romantic things and sweet gestures. He will charm your children and find out what they are into. He will weasel his way to your heart through them.

He will find out what you like to do and research it so he can say he also likes that. You will be thinking, oh my God, he's perfect. How lucky am I? Just then, he will tell you he's never felt like this and that he's falling in love with you. He will tell you that he's never met a woman like you.

Yes, do you see that red flag? Yes, you do, but you're running past it so fast, you say, nah, that really wasn't a red flag. Then he will reel you in with a sob story about his horrible childhood and his past relationships.

How he was so hurt by a woman, usually his wife, and how he stayed because he loved his child.

Now, you being the kind nurturer that you are, you're being sucked in. We all want to fix that man. We all want to show him what a great woman we are. So we start to do things back, romantic dinners, we buy gifts, and we open our hearts a little more.

He then will buy you gifts, make dinner for you. He will bring flowers, he will wash dishes, do things around your house and just when you think it could not get any better. He will then tell you that you are the woman of his dreams, that he never wants to spend another night without you. He will say that yes, he knows it's quick, but he wants to marry you. He may even give you a ring. He'll show it to your friends, your kids, and your family he will have sucked all of them into his plan.

At this point, your first thought will be that this is going way too fast. Something is not feeling right in the pit of your stomach, but you will justify this as well.

He will see your hesitation and he will sweet talk you some more. He will tell you things you've longed to hear, things you may have never heard before. He knows you're a goner. He knows you're in love with him, and he knows that he is as good as in.

So against your better judgment, against the red flags smacking you in the face, you will let your heart overrule your head. You say yes, you move him in. You help him out when he tells you he's in a bind. You may even give him money. You believe all that he tells you that no one gives him a chance. He's trying to be a better man, but everyone is out for him. Now you're in defense mode. Oh no, you didn't just talk about my man!

I was lucky, I didn't move him in. I didn't give him money. He knew I wasn't dating a broke brother since he knew me since we were kids, so his game was different with me but still trying to work towards his end result.

I was just blessed to have divine intervention to find out what he was doing. He was doing this to not only me but 5 other women as well, the same lines, down to his priest blessed this cross for you,

Yes, since then, while I have been speaking about domestic abuse, I have met these other women. I have to tell you, I like them, he at least had great taste in women. It's a shame for him because these are some wonderful women who loved him, but he has taught each and every one of us a lesson. This is a lesson that I will keep sharing with all of you, as I never want anyone to fall prey to this type of man.

We learned that when something doesn't feel right, it's not. We learned to know when something seems too good to be true, it usually is. We learned that we weren't stupid, we were kind, loving, and we believe the best in people. This is his job and he is really good at it.

So today, my friends, take heed, and listen to your inner voice. Listen to what others have said and went through. Always know your own worth, and then you will never need to get it from someone else and fall victim. Remember, there are Con men out there waiting to prey on you. Don't be another victim.

"Be the change you want to see"

@TreadmillTreats

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givemethatgold · 4 years ago

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Fix’er Upper - Part Twelve

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader Warnings: Mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of drug use, fluff, smidge of angst? Length: 1.7k Notes: Managed to whip up this bad boy during a quiet moment today and should probably make y’all wait for it but I don’t really do posting schedules (as you’ve noticed) so enjoy. Not beta’d, not proof read, I’ll die on this messy hill.

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Surprisingly, life didn't change too much after that night. Frankie continued to run his acreage and oversee the making of this year's cider. With some encouragement and support from you, he was starting to expand the business and already had a few pubs in the closest city clamouring to have his product on tap.

Meanwhile, the improvements on the house were nearing an end, for the indoors list anyways. The first thing Frankie had helped you do was to install your new soaker tub, immediately followed by christening it by making soft, slow love to you inside of it.

There hadn't even been any water, your impatience to be close to each other wouldn't allow for that. You had just stripped out of your coveralls, convenient work-wear for people who fucked like rabbits you had to admit, and sat in his lap with your arms and legs wrapped around him. His hands guiding your hips in a slow rocking motion, breathing each other's air as your open mouths hovered in a not-quite kiss, only breaking eye contact when you threw your head back as you came.

Autumn passed quickly and Winter had gripped Vermont, cloaking the countryside in a heavy blanket of white. Christmas was a cozy affair, you and Frankie had been asked to join Jacquie and Mark in their family's merriment. It had stirred something inside of you, watching a functional family laugh, sing, argue, eat, and love with such abandon.

It was everything you'd dreamt, initially, for your future with Brad. Now? Now you were starting to picture that future with Frankie's face as the patriarch, you just haven't built up the nerve to broach the subject yet.

You'd started working at the bakery, enjoying the early mornings surrounded by rising dough and sculling back coffees with the adorable older ladies who ran the place. You'd also begun doing the books for Morales Acres and Catfish Brewery. Frankie was a veritable genius but he claimed he had no patience for keeping receipts and tracking numbers.

You had a sneaking suspicion he was playing dumb in an effort to give you more time together but you really didn't mind. Your break-of-dawn mornings at the bakery had you tired, but after a full day of renovating or bookkeeping, you were downright exhausted and ready for bed by eight pm. This, mixed with Frankie monitoring the brewing, bottling, and distribution of his cider and networking at bars and pubs throughout the state meant the two of you rarely saw each other.

All of your hard work in your own house had made you a popular friend to call when someone needed decorating advice, or a helping hand once they realized they couldn't tile their kitchen backsplash solo. You never charged for your time, although payment had initially been offered until work had got around that you preferred a good meal and conversation over money. I mean, sure, you could use the cash but it just didn't seem right. And you loved helping people and making deeper connections with the town you now truly felt you belonged in.

Tuesday evenings had become an unofficial date night for the two of you. The bakery was closed on Wednesdays and bar owners tended to be less interested in business halfway through the week, something to do with the rush of the previous weekend having worn off and the worry of setting up for another one starting to grow.

This meant you could stay up late, enjoy a proper homemade dinner, maybe even watch a movie or share a bottle of wine while soaking in your big ass tub. It usually ended as a sleepover, your house being the preferred location; Frankie's loft was perfectly fine but it did lack a certain homey appeal.

This pattern, this life, that you'd created for yourself was making you happier than you'd ever been in your entire life. You weren't one hundred percent content, not yet anyway, but the path to getting there was on a direct trajectory. You still wanted to finish your college degree, maybe switch it over to horticulture. Building a greenhouse and selling flowers was still a pipe dream but something your heart truly longed for, something that Frankie was constantly encouraging you to do.

"Look, hun," he had called out to you a few weeks ago while supposedly researching the new line of bottles. "There's an auction next county over and they have all this confiscated stuff from a grow op that got busted!"

"What?" You'd made a face and laughed at the absurdity of it all. "What on earth would you use from a pot farm?"

He just gave you a salacious wink as an answer.

Frankie had been open about his past drug abuse and while some recovering addicts may want all mention of it banned from a conversation, Frankie found levity in treating the topic like any other person would.

It had taken you a couple of hours to realize why he'd brought up the auction. It had hit you with a jolt, knowing that he’d remembered your rambling from on top of the Ferris wheel. You didn't realize he'd been listening when you'd told him about your idea of taking over the flower stand at the market once the current couple retired.

Your heart had swelled and there was a concerted effort to prevent the sudden onset of tears from running down your face. God, you loved this man, maybe one of these days you should tell him...

This particular routine was working well for the two of you. It gave each of you your own space to relax, destress, enjoy the shitty tv shows you were too embarrassed to watch in front of another living person. It also forced the two of you to take your relationship slowly, communication being a constant learning curve. You were both really good and telling each other when you needed time alone, when you were feeling stressed or sad. You each had learned the tells for when the other was angry or just hungry, if it was hormones or if there was something that was actually pissing you off.

The thing you each seemed to struggle with was expressing the softer side of the relationship. Neither of you appeared to have the Words of Affirmation love language skill, yet you both craved to hear it. You showed how much you cared for Frankie with your acts of service; helping him with the boring side of the business, baking, deep cleaning the loft, even scrubbing out the massive fermenter in the Catfish Cider warehouse.

Frankie, on the other hand, showed his love through physical touch. At first, you had assumed it was a staking-his-claim kind of thing but then you noticed how he'd do it all the time. A hand on your lower back while walking, caressing your hand with his thumb when driving in the truck, carding his fingers through your hair while you watched tv.

This week's date night found you at his place, relaxing in the loft after a busy workday. You were making dinner while he 'helped' by sneaking bites of the prepped ingredients, arm slung around you with a hand in your back pocket.

"What're you looking for?" He asked, taking advantage of your distracted searching through his cupboards to sneak a few more pinches of grated cheese.

"A can opener!" You replied, exasperation raising your voice an octave. "I could have sworn I saw a white one around here somewhere..."

“No, pretty sure that one's yours. I don't think I have one?"

"Frankie," you deadpanned "how did you survive as a bachelor without canned food?"

"I ate a lot of take-out?" He looked indignant at your laughter, "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Can you stop judging me long enough to eat some burritos?"

Smoothing his playful scowl with a kiss, you sat down at the counter and enjoyed your first meal together of the week.

An idea was formulating in the back of your mind, though, and you barely tasted anything. As the evening progressed, the idea grew and you were liking it more and more. The final straw was you not having a toothbrush in his bathroom anymore, having forgotten that it had fallen off the counter and into the trashcan the last time you'd spent the night.

Using his, with a strange mixture of distaste and nonchalance, before making your way over to the bed, you began to plan how the conversation could go:

Hey Frankie, so you know how I have a big house all to myself? Yeah... And it had everything we need in it? Yeah... And there's more than enough room for two adults to store all of their things? Yeah... And I wouldn't have to use your toothbrush ever again? Yea- wait what? I think you should move in with me.

It wasn't very romantic but it was the most likely, considering your dynamic. Just as you were crawling into bed and snuggling under the arm he'd raised to allow you to get closer, his cell phone rang.

"Hello? - This is he. - Yeah, biological. - Oh god, when?"

The immediate change in his tone from questioning to horrified caught your attention, sitting up to face him you grabbed his free hand, silently letting him know you were there for support.

His eyes were out of focus and a panicked expression was slowly morphing his face as the conversation went on, but he gave your hand a squeeze back in acknowledgement.

"Yes, in Vermont. Do you have my address? - Okay, good, good...okay - When? - I'll have something ready. Umm... does she... does she remember me? - Oh. Okay, thank you."

Slowly lowering the phone from his ear, Frankie sat staring into nothingness for what felt like hours. His side of the conversation and the way he was reacting had you rattled. You could guess as to what was happening but weren't sure if now was the right time to pry.

"Babe? Is, is everything okay?"

Silence.

Gripping his hand tighter and rubbing his back you sat with him for a few more minutes before trying again. You didn’t want to push him but your heart was constricting in your chest from nervousness and concern for him.

"Can I get you anything? What do you need?"

His hand was now completely dead in yours; eventually, he turned his head towards you, eyes never fully focusing, and shook his head.

"I- she- fuck... I think you should go.”

Part Thirteen

#Frankie Morales x F!Reader #Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader #Frankie Catfish Morales x F!Reader #Frankie Catfish Morales x Fem!Reader #Francisco Morales x F!Reader #Francisco Catfish Morales x Fem!Reader #Frankie Morales x Reader #Frankie Morales x you

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gamerwoo · 4 years ago

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Hongseok: Bittersweet (part 3 -- mommy hui)

Summary: You were looking for a sugar daddy to make more money. Hongseok was looking for a sugar baby to get his friends off his back. But once you find out what he’s using you for, you don’t want anything to do with him. Unfortunately, you love his money more than you hate him.

a/n: timestamps don’t matter!!! i also have no idea what like decent prices are for this shit so just roll w me here lmao

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Of course Hongseok wasn’t actually going to get a girlfriend. Luckily for him, he was not only handsome, but also smart. He quickly came up with the idea that he could simply just make his friends think he got a girlfriend so they’d get off his back. But he also knew he didn’t have any friends who were women who would agree to help, and he knew any girl he had spoken to previously would just tell him to go fuck himself if he asked any of them -- and there was no way in hell he’d let any of those girls think they were actually his girlfriend. He needed to find a way to get a girl to go on dates with him while still making sure no romantic lines were crossed.

Again, Hongseok was a smart man, and he had money to spare, so his plan didn’t take long to come up with.

He wanted to get some assistance with his plan, but he had nobody he could tell. Hui and Jinho couldn’t know for obvious reasons, Wooseok, Shinwon and Yanan would just tell everyone else to get him in trouble, Changgu probably wouldn’t listen anyway, and Kino and Yuto were a no-go because they’d just be disappointed in him and would probably eventually let it slip to everyone else. This was something he’d just have to do on his own.

Hongseok searched up a few sugar daddy websites before picking one he found to be the most reliable and least sketchy. This one seemed to have better options, stronger background checks, and overall just seemed to be the safest bet. So he made a profile under sugar daddy and waited for a message or whatever.

It didn’t take long for him to get some inquiries, but he didn’t like any of them. They either weren’t his type or were interested in things he wasn’t looking for. Or they just came on too strong, which was automatically a no from him. He wanted someone he’d consider ‘normal’. Basically wasn’t overly-sexual, was just looking to go on a few ‘dates’ or whatever, and wouldn’t actually call him daddy. But they also had to be someone he’d consider cute or good looking, and it seemed like those two things he was looking for didn’t come hand-in-hand.

At least, not until he got one message around 7:30pm a few days after making the account. He was just hanging out in his apartment and doing what he usually did when he had finished his classes. Then he saw the email notification come up that he had a message from the sugar daddy website, so he went over to his laptop and opened the tab he left.

snflwr: hi!! um i don’t know how to really start this but my name is _____. i feel weird saying i’m interested in like your profile and stuff but i guess that’s basically what it is. uhhhhh yeah lmao i’m sorry i’ve never done stuff like this before

It honestly seemed to be the most normal message he’d gotten. Every other girl was always very straight-forward, but this one seemed to come from someone who was nervous and unsure about what to say. Somehow, he liked that over the overly-confident ones.

He clicked on the little circle for the profile picture to make it pop up on his screen. Not everyone used photos of themselves -- most of the sugar daddies did for obvious reasons, but not a lot of the sugar babies did -- but he always just asked for selfies if that were the case. In this case, the one he was looking at was a photo of their lips.

He went to the profile and read over it. _____ _____, 2 years younger than him, lived in the same area, liked to play video games, and was just looking for someone to spend time with. So far, so good. But it was still such little information that he still couldn’t tell if this person would be normal or not.

yanghong: That’s okay, I’m new to the sugar daddy thing as well lol. Do you mind if I see a photo of you first?

The photo that was sent was at least pleasing to look at. He thought the girl was very cute, actually, but he still had to be positive it was actually her. He could easily be catfished. He wasn’t stupid.

snflwr: can you also prove that’s you in the pfp? lmao

snflwr: no offense but i wouldn’t put it by some old dude to use a younger good looking guy w a six pack to catfish women

Hongseok couldn’t help but chuckle at that. She was funny, too. That was good.

yanghong: Would you want to Facetime? That would definitely prove we’re who we say we are.

It took longer than before for snflwr to reply, but he eventually just got a ‘sure’, followed by her information to contact her. He grabbed his phone to start the call before another message popped up.

snflwr: i’ll be honest, i’m really nervous, so my friend is gonna talk to you first. so like don’t hang up when you see a dude answer lmao that’s not me

Hongseok had to admit, that seemed just a little sus, but sure. So he started the Facetime call and waited.

Sure enough, when they picked up, there was a guy with a black baseball cap on, his blonde hair peeking out through the sides.

“Oh damn, it is him,” he chuckled, looking off camera before looking back at Hongseok. “I’m ______’s friend, Soonyoung. I wanted to make sure you were legit first. She’s...well, she’s shy.”

“But she’s looking for a sugar daddy?” Hongseok chuckled. “Why would she want to go hang out with a stranger if she’s shy.”

Soonyoung just shrugged, “Can’t be too picky in this economy.”

“Lemme see!” another male voice called before a second boy popped his head in frame. This one had cotton-candy-blue hair, and was wearing a brown visor with the name of a local cafe embroidered on it. “Whoa, you are real. I really had my money on you being a creepy old guy.”

“Okay, well now that you know I’m legit,” Hongseok began, “can I actually see that _____ is?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Soonyoung replied before handing the phone over.

Hongseok only saw a few empty tables in the cafe before he suddenly saw your face on screen, your eyes still looking up at the two boys from where you sat. You were laughing a little timidly at someone one of them was doing behind the phone before your eyes settled on the screen.

Thank god, it was the same girl that was in the photo.

“Hi, sorry about that,” you said. Your voice wasn’t necessarily what he expected, but it wasn’t like it was anything bad. It was just...normal. Nothing annoying to listen to or anything. “But uh, yeah. I’m real.”

“Good,” he chuckled. “So tell me a little more about yourself. What do you do for work?”

“Technically, I’m a streamer,” you shrugged, “but it’s only because I’m a full-time student. But obviously it’s not making a lot of money since I’m here doing this.”

Hongseok laughed, “Yeah, I don’t even have a job right now. My parents just make a lot of money, and I’m supposed to take over for my dad when he retires. I’m also a full-time student.”

Neither of you decided to ask where the other went to college because that seemed too personal, especially considering what your arrangement was -- well, hopefully would be.

“So you’re just looking to spend time together?” Hongseok checked. “Not offering anything more?”

“Nope,” you replied. “I don’t really want to do any of the stereotypical stuff you hear about. I’m not...comfortable with that, if that’s okay.”

“That’s perfectly okay,” he nodded. “So...I guess we should talk about how it would all work out then?”

“Yeah, what’s the deal?”

What Hongseok was looking for was proof. Proof that he had a girlfriend, so he needed to make it seem like he did. Going out on dates, texting, stuff like that. Stuff where he could give photo evidence that you existed if his friends asked.

“Just go out with me like, once a week if your schedule allows it,” he explained. “You don’t have to call me or anything, but some texts would be appreciated. You don’t have to talk to me everyday, but don’t just like, ignore me for a week, y’know?”

You shrugged with a nod, “That seems reasonable. I’m down.”

“Okay, so we should talk money, then,” he chuckled. “I was thinking like, $800 a week -- assuming we do go out every week -- and I’ll pay for all of the dates on top of that. Otherwise, just $300 for talking to me every week. Sound fair?”

For a second, he thought he lost connection because you were just frozen on screen. $800 a week? That seemed too good to be true to you.

“U-um, yeah,” you stammered finally, making Hongseok smirk. “That sounds good.”

Perfect.

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generalfoolish · 4 years ago

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Feel The Heat

Part Three: Architect

Rating: 18+ (minors take a hike)

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, implied drinking and driving (hey! don't do this!), some making out, mentions of sex but no actual sex, and some trauma reflection.

Word count: 3k

Pairing: Frankie “Fish” Morales x OC Juniper Collins

Summary: Idiocy continues. June and Frankie have a date, and a sleepover.

A/N: Hey babes! Sorry for this one in advance. She's not my best. She's also a hundred percent filler. We love her because she's necessary, though. I know it's a little shorter, but I have finals and a million other ideas keeping me from putting the work in. Also, I kind of like where I left it. Feel free to yell at me. Enjoy, anyway 💕

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June took another sip of the wine, she had nearly drained the bottle; and she didn’t even want to know what number beer Frankie was on, but it was good. They had been propped up in the restaurant for long enough that the waiter stopped coming over.

“So what’s Fish about? I’m dying to know.” She asked brazenly, her cheeks tinged pink from the wine, and though her lipstick was long gone, her lips were stained red.

“Ah, I was wondering if you were gonna ask. It’s...not interesting.” He finally said, and they both laughed. “I like to fish, and the spot I go to has a bunch of catfish. I’ve been that way since forever, and in basics the name just stuck. Catfish, that is. The guys shortened it later to just Fish, which is...unfortunate.” June leaned forward on her elbows, and listened. She realized she was in trouble. This man could make anything sound interesting.

“Why’d they need to shorten it? Catfish is pretty easy to say.” She mused, more to herself than him. He took a sip of his beer.

“It was in spec ops, and it was just a mouth full during the shit.” He told her, glancing down. She took the hint.

“Do you eat catfish? I don’t really like it.” She admitted.

“What? No, that can’t be right. It’s great.” He laughed, and took another sip.

“Yeah, great if you love eating a muddy bottom-feeder.” She retorted, rolling her eyes.

“You like shellfish? Lobster? Because, I got news for you.” He said, smirking, and she laughed.

“Can you cook it?”

“Of course, I can.” He scoffed.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to cook some for me.” She teased lightly, the alcohol swimming in her mind.

“No way.” He said flatly. Her face fell, and he continued. “You want to eat it, you gotta catch it first.” She grimaced and shook her head.

“Not so much for fishing.” She explained, dropping her eyes from his gaze.

“What do you do then? Besides, follow my every movement.” He added playfully and she laughed.

“I took up gardening recently.” She reminded him, tilting her wine cup towards him. Samantha wasn’t too far off, he was pretty great.

“It’s a little late in the season, to start.” He told her gently. She squared her shoulders before letting them fall.

“Yeah. I had this great plan, until I thought about it at all. Day drinking has gotten me into more difficult spots though.” She huffed out a laugh. “See, there’s this grumpy farmer I wanted to impress. I wanted to...well, it sounds stupid now, but I wanted to prove that I wasn’t just a pretty face. I was going to bring you something I had grown.” She laughed, and wiped her eyes. “I didn’t think about growing seasons, or the fact that it takes a miserably long time for anything to actually grow.” He laughed with her easily, and she smiled.

“I can’t wait to see what you grow, and I hope you’ll consider me when you have to give most of it away so it doesn’t spoil.” He chuckled, but she could tell he was being earnest.

“I also write.” She blurted out. She was looking to change the subject before it got too deep, before they could get tangled in the implications, and the first thing that came to mind was something she hadn’t told anyone. Ever. The only person who knew she wrote was her publicist, and even she knew June under her pseudonym. She flushed, and tried to backpedal. “I mean it’s not a big deal. It’s really just like not a big deal at all.” He studied her face carefully, before speaking.

“Sounds like not a big deal,” He repeated, each word weighted. “But, if you ever want to tell me about it, I would love to hear.” He smiled and leveled his gaze at hers. She felt incredibly stupid for even bringing it up, but he had managed to give her a graceful out. She wondered if she shouldn’t tell him. She had no idea if this was even a date anymore, and she wanted the weight off her chest. She squared her shoulders again.

“Okay, you drug it out of me,” she laughed, and downed her glass. “I am a published author and no one in my real life knows.” She didn’t follow up. Her words hung in the air, heavy and bloated, before he cleared his throat.

“Why would you share that with me?” The confusion was apparent on his face, and it wasn’t what she was expecting. He looked incredibly touched at the gesture, as if she had just given him access to her most intimate secrets. She paused, and realized dumbly that she had. She had absolutely just revealed to him what might be her darkest secret; and as tame as it was, it was hers.

“I don’t really know.” She said flatly. She felt odd though, as she didn’t regret it. In fact, she felt relieved. “It feels good though.” She assured him.

“What have you published?”

“A half dozen novels about cowboys.” She told him, lamely.

“Cowboys?” He asked with a smile dancing on his lips.

“Cowboys.” She repeated with her own coy smile. “It’s a series, and it is not popular. But, I love it, actually.” She continued, a little bashful. “I lost money the first few years, but sales are actually picking up. I’ll never make my living that way, but I love it just the same.” Her cheeks were blazing hot, and she finished in a whisper. He nodded, feeling that much closer to her.

The waiter came over to tell them that they should leave, and the pair laughed at how long they’d been sitting and talking. June was disappointed to bring the night to a close, but knew she had class in the morning. Frankie walked her to her car, and leaned heavily against it.

“You going to be alright to drive home?” She asked, watching him sway slightly.

“No.” He told her flatly, a chuckle following. “I’ll get a cab.” She rolled her eyes.

“How old are you? Get in, I’ll take you home.” She told him, pulling him around to the passenger side. He fought her a little.

“I’m out of the way, I don’t want you to have to back track.”

“Fine, we can go back to mine, and in the morning I’ll drop you by your truck. This is on my way.” The proposition was out in the world before she considered it. The words were hanging between them before she had a chance to worry the details out. It seemed simple enough, but the implications went deeper than she was ready to admit. Her worries were confirmed when she heard him suck in a sharp breath.

“I’d hate to impose…” He trailed, but she was already unlocking her car and shoving him in.

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“Of course, I’ll take the couch, you’re my guest.” She told him, huffing in finality. He crossed his arms. Frankie had only barely agreed to the sleepover; he wasn’t getting bullied in the sleeping arrangement.

“No way. I’m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own home.”

“The couch is comfy, though. I slept there last night.”

“All the more reason you should get a proper night’s rest in your bed.” They glared at each other, and Frankie won. Or, so he thought.

“Fine. We’ll both sleep on the couch.” His laugh was sharp and loud, ripped out without warning. He wasn’t sure if it was the booze, but everything June had said had warmed his insides.

“That’s reasonable.” He agreed, and without thinking too much about the movement, he pulled her to the couch with him. He had meant for it to be smooth, and maybe a little romantic. Instead, it was messy and tangled, but when she landed face to face with him it was hard to argue his methods. He felt her breath on his lips, and he leaned forward, testing the waters, and skimmed his lips against hers. She responded in kind, pressing her lips to his with more urgency.

Frankie shifted June so that he was seated and she was straddling him. He pushed back into her kiss, and deepened it slightly. He ran his tongue against her lips, and when she parted them, he slipped his tongue in, tasting and exploring inside her mouth. He licked under her tongue, sucking it slightly, and managed to pull a soft moan from her. He pulled back for air, and noted how her pupils were blown black with lust, her bright eyes darkened. He wondered for a second if his own were so dark, and then she was on him again. She kissed and licked down his jaw and neck, before focusing on his ear. She nibbled the lobe, licked and sucked the sensitive skin around it.

When she pulled away, he almost whined at the loss. She was panting a little, and already swinging her leg off of him. He frowned at her movements, but didn't stop them. She sat heavily beside him, and pecked his cheek.

"Not that I don't want to continue...I just don't think it's a great idea. We've both been drinking, and it's a school night." The realization hit her like a brick wall. "Crap! Frankie! Do you need to get home to Liv?" He chuckled in response, which let her calm down a bit.

“No, she’s at a friend’s house tonight.” June breathed a sigh of relief, and Frankie felt his lips tug up. “Thanks for checking, though.” She nodded, and he just waited, not sure what she wanted next. He hoped it was more than making out. She cleared her throat and faced him, and he felt his smile fall. She looked too serious for anything light., and he braced for impact.

“The way I see it, Frankie, is we have two options here. One, we go upstairs, and I fuck you out of my system.” He inhaled sharply, and swallowed heavily. He could have laughed, if he wasn’t so shocked. “Option two, I go upstairs, alone, and tomorrow I take you to your truck. After that, maybe we can have another dinner...or maybe I’ll go fishing with you.” He did chuckle at her scrunched up face, this time. He considered her options for a moment.

“Why not a third, where both options play out?” He was teasing, mostly. Mostly, he assured himself.

“Well, that doesn’t work for me. I have had too many option three relationships take a nosedive, and I want to give this a chance. But, if you’re not interested in seeing where we could go, then let’s get on with the fun part.” He studied her face, etching every crinkle and freckle to memory. It was so intimate, he realized, being this close without touching. He wanted to take her upstairs. He didn’t really want to even take her upstairs, the couch was fine. She had been burning him since they had met, and he had had every opportunity to reach out and extinguish it. He hadn’t, and he knew why. He knew they could have something here. He had just spent hours with her, and he was already missing her presence. It wasn’t a choice he had to think hard about. He wanted to see her again. But, he wanted her tonight.

He leaned in and kissed her lips gently, pulling away before it could turn into anything more.

“Option two, please.” He noticed her eyes light up, but restrained himself. He could just kiss her all night, if she’d let him. He watched her leave the couch and disappear into another room. He took the opportunity to steady his breathing, and hopefully, calm himself down. She returned with an armful of blankets and pillows. He took them from her, and she stepped away, putting more distance between them than necessary.

“I have some old pajama shorts and a t-shirt from an ex, if you would like something more comfy to sleep in.” She offered, tossing a thumb behind her. He nodded as he made up the couch, not watching her disappear upstairs. She came back quickly and handed them off. He tried not to imagine who had left these behind, which option they had picked.

“Goodnight, Frankie. Kitchen is that way if you need water or anything. Bathroom is there, and I apologize for not having more sleepover supplies, it’s been...awhile.” She apologized, laughing. He waved her off.

“Goodnight, Ms. Collins. Sweet dreams.” He watched her retreat slowly upstairs before turning back to the couch. He was in trouble.

~~~

June tossed for a few hours before relenting. She’d never get to sleep otherwise, she told herself as she slipped her hand beneath her cotton shorts. No, she was too worked up, she reasoned as she made contact with her clit. She came hard in only a few minutes, thinking about how hard Frankie had been against her on the couch. She had been frantic, trying to slow them down, for her own sake. She was already falling hard for him; she didn’t need amazing sex to be the last nail in her coffin. She felt like she knew him, intimately, already. It was ridiculous, she kept reminding herself. It was someone who she had only met less than a week ago. She shouldn’t have invited him into her house. She didn’t need to see him in the morning light to confirm her fears. She had moaned his name into her pillow as she came; no, she knew just what she was in for.

She groaned as she remembered what she had said. “Fuck you out of my system?” She whispered again in the dark, cringing. Who was she? She didn’t talk like that. She taught six year olds. She tried to breathe deeply, and not go into a full-blown panic attack. How had she never gotten any better at flirting? She was grown, she could hook up and still have a relationship.

June squeezed her eyes shut against the memories threatening to crowd her, and reasoned she had made the better choice. They had been drinking, and it was too convenient. Hopefully, he didn’t think she was a psycho for inviting him over, making out with him hard, and then turning him down cold. Well, not cold, but lukewarm. She groaned again. Why was she acting like a teenager? She never fretted like this. Her mom’s cold words flashed in her mind, and she shuddered against them, willing them away. Too late, she thought about Terry.

Terrance, the one who had convinced her to move away from everyone. The one who had promised her everything, and then left her empty. The one who had no kind words or touches for her. The one who had left the taste of rust in her mouth.

She blinked against the tears, and tried to think about Frankie downstairs instead. All she could remember was the gruffness at the farmer’s market, the harsh words at the school, the disappointment in his eyes at dinner, and the coldness after she had turned down sex. She hugged herself tighter and tried to think about the soft touches he had given, the tender kiss, the personal stories, and the deep laugh she was falling in love with.

It was no use, she decided. Mid-spiral, she wasn’t good enough for anyone. She was glad she hadn’t invited him up. She was glad she wouldn’t be used by another man. She would drop him off in the morning, and then that would be that. If she didn’t start loving herself, no one would.

~~~

Frankie stretched against the soft material as light started trickling in through the blinds. He could hear the birds outside, and he whistled softly in tune. He folded the bedding, and padded to the kitchen.

After looking around a bit, he settled on coffee and pancakes. He had noticed the canned tomatoes in the cupboard, and made a note to ask June if they were the ones she had bought from him. He got busy mixing the pancakes together while the coffee brewed. He hadn’t slept so good in years. He had expected a sore back, at least, but that damn couch was probably better than his lumpy old mattress. He cut some berries up, while the pancakes were frying, and smiled as he heard June walk in.

“Morning!” He greeted, cheerfully. She winced, and he let a small chuckle out. “Sorry, uhm, coffee’s ready.” She nodded, but didn’t say anything else. He turned back to the oven, wondering if she just wasn’t a morning person. He noticed she felt colder this morning, and hoped it was because she was hungover.

“You were right about the couch, super comfortable.” He told her as she settled in at the counter. She only nodded, which he barely caught. He turned to face her, one hand on his hip and the other holding the spatula.

“Everything okay?” She nodded again, and he frowned. Something was definitely wrong, but if she wasn’t telling him what could he do. He made her a plate of pancakes and berries, and made one for himself. He sat down beside her, and she ate in silence. In fact, she didn’t say anything to him until they made it back to his truck.

“Have a nice day.” She had mumbled, her lips tight. He gaped a bit before getting out, and slamming the door a little harder than he had meant to. He got into his truck as she sped off, and he slammed the door.

“What the fuck was that?” He asked the steering wheel.

“Whatever,” He said, tightly, throwing the truck into drive.

#frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #catfish morales #triple frontier #pedro pascal #Pedro pascal characters #Frankie morales x oc #Frankie Morales x fem!#juniper collins #triple frontier fanfiction

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keyboo · 4 years ago

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TTS2: EP 4 Recap: I can’t believe Leo lives like this

Today we join Tharn fooling himself into believing he can bake a cake. Everything seems right - he looks hot, his shirt collar is unbuttoned just enough to show dat collarbone, the room has a warm glow that often occurs when you are lovingly baking something, he even has a cute fancy denim apron despite having shown no proclivity in the kitchen.

Type isn’t fooled, though - he wakes up and hears movement in the kitchen and immediately envisions the deep clean that will be required and maybe even renovations for the fire damage. Tharn is pouty and the room loses its romance filter, and we as viewers are forced to wonder how in the hell Tharn got flour on the other side of the counter. They look like finger smudges so I can only assume Tharn was practicing a sexy pose on that side for when Type woke up.

Type isn’t hungry for Tharn’s cake but he is thirsty. You really only need to have flour on your face and to look like P’Mew to find success in the kitchen. I have a high tolerance for sexy scenes but this was the very first time in awhile I felt embarrassed to be watching, like I was intruding on their privacy - good lord, the whipped cream lip rubbing is literal porn.

I will say though I am living for how often Type is getting picked up this season.

Fiat and Leo have the sort of friendship that makes everyone around them uncomfortable all the time.You think once they finally get together the babying and the PDA will stop but it only gets worse. You have to start carrying a spray bottle when you hang out with them.

Meanwhile, Type is baby. He is also wearing Tharn’s shirt now. It is no doubt encrusted in flour and egg yolk but he is a cupcake so we don’t mind. You remember season 1 where Type could barely bring himself to be affectionate or admit his feelings, and here we have Type cuddling and asking Tharn out on a date, and it’s just very nice. Chef kiss. I only think it’s slightly unfair that MewGulf are being paid to do what they do constantly IRL but whatever.

Tharn takes Type to the restaurant where P’Thorn proposed to Am for...reasons???! If anyone can explain this choice to me, please go ahead - otherwise I’m inclined to think Tharn’s head is just full of cotton candy. Tharn and Type show off their improved communication skills while showcasing their differing outlooks when it comes to risk (hello season theme) - Tharn wants to expand his business already, but Type warns him to slow it down and be careful. Neither are wrong, and they’re able to have this difference of opinion without getting angry with each other, which I enjoyed. Tharn says he wants his business to do well so he can take care of Type, who reminds Tharn he can take care of himself.

Another conversation that showcases the differences in Tharn and Type’s attitude towards risk, as well as their differing attitudes towards wealth. Type has taken over the household financial planning because Tharn is careless with his money. Having come from wealth, Tharn doesn’t seem concerned about spending, whereas Type reminds him its important to have savings set aside. Type is always thinking of the future, while Tharn thinks of the now - another reason why they are finding it difficult to reconcile their differences about a wedding, while in this very scene proving how incredibly married they are already.

Type runs into Fiat and Leo buying shoes and Fiat flirts with Type right in front of Leo’s salad. Type could not be more obviously uninterested in Fiat romantically, but Leo is still understandably upset because Fiat is blatantly ignoring Leo’s feelings. Leo is in love with a fuckboi and we should all pray for him.

Tharn for once has a sense for when somebody is Up To No Good around his man. Type is so oblivious to his own charm that he can’t tell Fiat is hitting on him. Type is unaware that he leaves a trail of brokenhearted baby gays wherever he goes but Tharn knows because Tharn was that baby gay.

Omg just fuck already.

P’Thorn and Tharn are signing IMPORTANT DOCUMENTS. Look at Tharn’s suit jacket. Look at his pin. Look at his pen. LOOK AT HIM.

Our gold digger from last week makes an appearance and gives a bad name to the craft because she is not at all sneaky about it by bringing ONLY THARN snacks and coffee.

P’Thorn shows he is not only overprotective of Tanya but of his little brother too. He is icey cold to this girl. He also gives Tharn good advice to give Type time on the wedding thing and that Type’s concerns aren’t unreasonable. P’Thorn is a good big brother in all arenas except keeping secrets.

Omg just fuck already.

Here we have another wonderful scene of Tharn being attuned to Type’s physical and emotional well being, and reminding him to take care of himself. Where Type may have once aggressively refuted any such care, he gently reminds Tharn that he knows his own limits but agrees to take a break and eat dinner. HEALTHY COMMUNICATION, WE DO LIVE TO SEE IT.

Did I mention how much I love Type? I love this calculating expression he gets when he smells something fishy. He notices the same girl liking/commenting on every one of Tharn’s insta posts. I don’t think Type is suspicious of Tharn here - a) because Tharn is gay but more importantly, b) he trusts Tharn implicitly. But as always our Type has a tingly sense for when something doesn’t feel right. I love that it only takes a look through instagram for him to clue in that someone might be messing with Tharn.

I stan One Idiot.

Okay honestly who the fuck is this nerd and does anyone else want to punch him? I know the running theory with Type’s boss hating him is that he’s homophobic but I think he’s obviously fucking his assistant or why else would his assistant have the AUDACITY to look at Type like this.

Poor Leo disrespects himself by taking his shirt off and chugging water sexily and Fiat STILL doesn’t notice because he’s inappropriately texting his doctor. It worked for Tharn is S1, why won’t it work for Leo??? Leo, baby, you deserve more.

Nothing will ever top this scene for me in either season, I’m sure of it. Tharn laying on Type’s lap. Type feeding him popcorn. They have a set of matching mugs that says ‘ladies gloss your lips’ and ‘men comb your mustache’ - neither of them are ladies or have mustaches WHY DO YOU OWN THIS - they are eating POPCORN AND CHIPS. A cute little movie night, I am INTO IT. The casual domesticity of a couple who’s been together 7 years. I would be okay if the whole series was like this and no drama.

Gulf just looks so fine here too.

But....its a drama so there’s drama. Type is still anxious about what he saw on Tharn’s insta. Again, I don’t see this as distrust so much as concern and worry for Tharn.

Well....speaking of trust. Type does a no good very bad thing here by looking at Tharn’s phone secretly. Even for purposes of being protective, this is not okay.

....kdalkjdlkasjdklajsdlkss

BUUUTT since he shows up looking like THIS to catfish the girl who is hitting on his man....

I mean, I personally forgave him instantly but we’ll see what Tharn says next week.

#tharntype #tharntype season 2 #TTS2: EP 4 Recap

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rpmemesbyarat · 4 years ago

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RP Meme Lines from "AHS: Coven" Episode 12: "Go To Hell"

Your highest honor comes at the greatest price.

Death is not uncommon. And danger inescapable.

I don't even need to read your mind to know what you're doing.

Poor, sweet, dumb, paranoid girl.

The awful truth is I am tired.

I want to know what happened.

She's probably off in some unholy nether realm.

He's a deity. Show some respect.

Respect is something that is definitely lacking around here.

You will show me respect!

You look like shit.

I can't believe you did that to yourself.

Whoa! That was cool!

I did transmutation.

I didn't even have to think about it. It just happened.

Our powers always spike in times of crisis. This is one of those times.

You into girls now?

What are you afraid I might see?

Nothing stays a secret for very long in this house

It will come to light whether you want it to or not.

I don't have any secrets.

I'm the queen-- I will rise again!

My people gonna come for you. Rip you apart.

Give me the box of chicken. Today, please.

I'm going on break, okay?

This was the worst time of your life. Waiting on people who treated you like the piece of trash you thought you were. No power. No respect. And no future that you could see.

Your hell's on Earth.

Don't make me put you in the fryer.

Everybody got to pay in the end.

Wait! I'm not done with you!

Unless you want to stay here forever, you better hurry and get back.

Time moves differently in here.

I'm talking to you, bitch!

You made it back. I'm impressed.

Now that I've proven my power, you're gonna give me some answers.

You remember how you told me you were gonna cut me up in little pieces and plant me all over the place? I thought that was a honey of an idea.

There's got to be a way to kill her.

More marshmallows.

Well, she's not gonna be doing anything while she's chopped into 50 pieces and those pieces are scattered all over the city.

You are one crafty witch.

When do we get to see the attic torture chamber?

These wild tales of barbarity you've heard are nothing more than lies invented by her many enemies.

What a total rip-off.

How did you find me?

A dog returns to its vomit.

I see you finally got that makeover.

I'm here to set the record straight.

She even looks like a monster.

Many times while there were extravagant parties going on just below, the sounds of music and revelry drowning out the cries of torment.

You don't believe it?

It beggars all belief.

The information you've been feeding these people? It's inaccurate.

I want my money back.

Do not touch the display items!

You will never be able to pay for your crimes.

It's your only chance for redemption.

Agree to be publicly humiliated-- all is forgiven.

All anybody has to do nowadays is shed some tears, say some words

It's called repentance.

Oh, repentance my ass.

You think a man jack among them was well and truly sorry? Not a one. Sorry they got caught is all.

Y'all nothing but a pack of sniveling hypocrites, as far as I can see.

I won't profess to be sorry, 'cause I'm not.

I was getting to you before. I know it.

You made me weep.

I wept for the state of this world.

A world of lies. A world that makes promise it cannot keep.

I don't want to die.

I want my portrait hung just there.

What are you doing back there?

Do you need a break?

I probably have two weeks left on Earth.

Maybe we could be kind to one another for a change, huh?

Did you really think self-mutilation would restore your power?

You cannot lose your power. You never will. It's inside of you.

As much as I'd like to, I cannot take credit for that. It's all you.

You're saying good-bye?

A man shouldn't be disturbed when he's playing with his instrument.

You don't have your mother's features.

Oh, you know who I am?

We spent quite an evening together.

She can't love anyone but herself.

I saw everything. Everything.

Unzip me.

Whatever fantasy you have about who she is and what you are to her, it's all bullshit.

She used you. All she does is use people.

I don't suspect you have a passport ready.

You feel that? That empty heartbroken feeling?

When the rest of the world sees a wall, we see a window.

Is she alive?

She's not breathing.

That's deadly nightshade you're about to ingest through your nostrils. I wouldn't sniff around unless you're looking for a bout of delirium.

Where is everybody?

Who would have been cruel enough to commit such an atrocity?

I heard people die after three days without water.

Please tell me this is a hallucination driven by my bouquet of Atropa belladonna.

You were supposed to spend your days in romantic splendor with your true love.

You're just like Halston when he sold his brand to J.C. Penney. You've forsaken your destiny.

You bit it off.

Hey, you're in my spot!

I want to sleep!

We're leaving.

You, don't talk to me!

Is that why you came back, because you can't handle him?

You bitch.

You thought I was some dumb swamp rat you could leave behind to die?

Stop these vulgar fisticuffs at once.

It's beneath us.

I don't want to waste my magic on you.

You hit like a girl!

This is awesome!

You! You must pay for what you've done!

Wow, did you walk into the wrong house.

Who the hell is this guy?

I thought you banished his soul to the appropriate nether realms?

I'll kill all of you!

Is that blood?

How could you do this to me?

I don't remember the last time I was here when there wasn't music playing.

You pack your wader boots?

I don't like catfish. I loathe all bottom-feeders.

She's pretty, but she doesn't have your cheekbones.

I imagine she wanted me to do her dirty work for her.

We had a deal. It wasn't on paper, it wasn't stamped by a notary, but we had a deal!

You have been the most delightful distraction. A life preserver. But I'm gonna be on dry land soon.

Can't you at least pretend? Just, just humor me for a while?

I guess I loved you.

Although I really don't know anything about love, if I'm gonna be honest. But you were the sweetest of lovers. The best I've ever had. And I'll miss that.

Let go of me!

I know you love me!

Christ, I was sick!

I just needed to feel something.

I made you die those little deaths for the first time in your sorry life. I made you sing when you had no tunes left in you.

What you're doing is a crime against humanity.

Well, I've never been one for love, true or otherwise.

Does anyone feel any different?

Where's the body?

Somebody's got to kill this creep.

Is that really necessary?

I'll kill him.

We really don't need a man to protect us.

I know I mistreated you in the past but there's no greater pain than being this close and not, not being able to reach you. And to comfort you.

Oh, I'm consumed with regret.

Why are they doing this to us?

Please, I'm so thirsty.

Please have mercy.

Are you hungry, too?

I'll slice off one of your mama's fingers and feed it to you!

Yes, I have sinned.

I gave no quarter.

Have mercy on my soul!

I don't want to do this!

You will do as you are tasked.

Who is this man?

What is this place?

You have been granted your sweet release from the world of the mortal.

Welcome to hell.

I can't die!

We have a contract!

No one gets away with sin.

Everybody suffers.

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay memes #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #ahs #ahs coven

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sweeterthankarma · 3 years ago

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Writing Tag Game!

I was tagged by @ghostcat3000 💛

Tagging @bensschwartz, @hallo-catfish, @xiangyu, @probablymyalgic, & @johnisntevendead (but no pressure!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

275. How?!? (I write primarily short-ish one-shots, but like, still. How?!?)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

462,072. That seems like both a lot and not much at all.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1) California Never Felt Like Home To Me (Until I Had You On the Open Road)

(To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, Peter Kavinsky/Lara Jean Song-Covey, 2.1K, Rated G): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15779202

It’s summer, and Peter invites Lara Jean onto his family’s vacation to San Francisco a week before they go. She pokes fun at him because it’s so last minute and he’s always forgetting about things until right before they’re about to happen, but then she finds out that he’d only just convinced his parents to let them go alone, and now it’s entirely different.

2) You Are the Best Thing (That’s Ever Been Mine)

(Atypical, Casey Gardner/Izzie Taylor, 5K, Rated T): https://archiveofourown.org/works/25397293

Tori22ferrante requested, “5 times Izzie refers to Casey as ‘her girl’ and 1 time Casey does it for her.”

3) Don't Need a Ring for My Finger, Just Need a Steady Hand to Hold

(Sense8, Kala Dandekar/Wolfgang Bogdanow/Rajan Rasal, 1K, Rated G): https://archiveofourown.org/works/18231296

It’s Wolfgang, observant through Kala’s eyes while he shaves in the bathroom upstairs, who finally urges her to ask Rajan what he’s thinking about. “Marriage,” he responds simply and almost immediately. Nonchalant, he sets down the paper like the word he’d just uttered doesn’t hold the intense amount of weight that it most certainly does.

4) The Morning After (Is Both the Hardest and the Sweetest Part)

(Sense8, Kala Dandekar/Wolfgang Bodganow/Rajan Rasal, 2K, Rated T): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15154799

Thinking of her love and her husband as being the “same” in any sense is strange, and looking towards the bed, seeing them lying close, breathing slow, is even stranger. Kala's stomach churns, both hunger and anxiety, and she wishes she was still asleep, oblivious and unaware of the mess she’s gotten herself into.

5) Give Me a Museum & I'll Fill It With Our Love

(The Good Place, Eleanor Shellstrop/Tahani Al-Jamil, 1.6K, Rated G): https://archiveofourown.org/works/14206125

“Seems chill, I’d bang him,” Eleanor says while staring up at a portrait of an eighteenth century, heavily bearded man. “Eleanor, please, I’m trying to educate you,” Tahani says, smoothing her dress and giving her a pointed look. Eleanor smiles up at her, bright and innocent, and it’s all softness underneath Tahani’s irritated facade when she meets the gaze of those blue eyes.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably this canon-adjacent Wyndolls fic, It's Lonely Where You Are (Come Back Down; I Won't Tell Them Your Name) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/16163222)

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I write so much fluff...but something about the softness of Even & Isak in Shimmery & Golden (https://archiveofourown.org/works/27531607) and Come Run Your Hands Through My Hair (Cause That's Why It's There) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/28786659) live rent free in my mind, as the kids say.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I do! My Kind of Party is basically just horny crack treated seriously, and I had so much fun basically throwing all caution to the wind while writing it. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/18690400)

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yep.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

LOL yes. Clearly. Lots of kinds. Usually the kind that ends up hopelessly romantic or at least with the tiniest bit of feelings, no matter how much I’m trying to avoid that for the sake of angst or pure horniness.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! If anyone ever sees that happen, please report it and let me know.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! The Morning After (Is Both the Hardest and the Sweetest Part) has been translated into Russian, which is so cool! Here’s the link to the original-- https://archiveofourown.org/works/15154799 -- and the translation: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15522618.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! @bensschwartz and I wrote a sweet, angsty little Iggymartin thing, I’ll Be Scared (So By the Time You Wake I’ll Be Brave): https://archiveofourown.org/works/32370229

13. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I hate to say it...but Second Curse, Worse Than the First (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13378377/chapters/30639954). The Wynonna Earp fandom has since moved on from the plot of season 2, and so have I. Also, most of the Wyndolls shippers have seemed to move on overall, which won’t stop me from still writing them, but probably just from writing this particular fic. And also, if I’m honest? I have no idea where this fic was even going to go. I did not plan it out at all

14. What are your writing strengths?

Diving into character’s feelings. Details. Feeling the scene deeply as I write it.

15. What are your writing weaknesses?

Diving too much into a character’s feelings so that I tell rather than show. Unintentional repetition. Feeling the scene so much that I don’t approach it from a writing standpoint, and then it gets muddled; I know what I’m trying to say, but everyone who reads it gets bits and pieces.

16. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I love to throw it into my Skam, Sense8, and BTS fics-- especially for Maxel!-- but I feel like I’m incorrect 99% of the time with my translations. Google Translate can only get me so far. I accept that fate.

17. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Sonny with a Chance, in like, 2009. I don’t have any of the fic anymore, but it existed.

18. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

It’s so hard to choose, but Drugs & Money (I Can Hear the Birds Sing) is a SKAM fic I was sure people were going to eat up, and it didn’t get as much attention as I expected. It’s a fun one for sure, and though I don’t know what more I could say in this AU, sometimes I consider jumping back into this verse for a minute just to see what else this version of Evak is up to. Definitely more crime. https://archiveofourown.org/works/26006290

#fics #skam #wynonna earp #sense8

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biteybatsupremacy · 4 years ago

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@gaseth here’s dreams twitlonger! hope this helps :D

Very Important Information

Recently, there's been a lot of drama going on involving me getting "Doxed" and subsequent drama involving that. I generally like to keep drama off of my platform, so I've been keen on not addressing anything in a super public way. There's a lot of important stuff that I want to talk about in this document, although I'm going to try to keep it as concise as I can. I'm going to try and get as much drama out of the way as I can. Section 1 Doxing Summary Recently, a dox was released by a group of individuals in an attempt to harass and "expose" me. They said that they did this due to the fact that I was "egotistical" and that I was not a good person in general. Obviously whether someone is a good person is completely up for debate, but regardless of that no one deserves to be harassed in that way. This group of people attempted to release information about my family, about me, and about my friends. Obviously some things were true, and others were false. Section 2 My Ex Girlfriend This is going to be a longer section and the last one, because I think it's important to talk about. Back around three years ago, I got into a relationship. This person was a very loving and caring person, and there are a lot of good memories there. She was very encouraging and if it wasn't for her, I'm not sure I ever would have started Youtube. She encouraged me to pursue my passion and work as hard as I did when I first started. She helped me with my logo, and she helped me be less of a noob at twitter and instagram. Although we fell off shortly after I started Youtube, I honestly have always held on to that and really appreciated it. I think this is important to start off with. She suffers from borderline personality disorder, self harm, and other issues, and she did at the time although she was on medication. A few months after we moved in together, she wanted to get off her medication because she believed that it was making her not herself. I discussed it with her and tried my best to be a supportive boyfriend. After she stopped taking her medication she became very unstable. Although at the beginning of our relationship she was wonderful, she started to get abusive and she cheated on me on various occasions. While she was unstable I always did my best to help her and make sure that she was okay. I cared a lot about her and her well being, and I still do now, even if that time period was one of the toughest time periods of my life. Recently, she's been flip flopping on being positive or negative about me in public and private. A lot of people have tried to paint me as a horrible person based on things she has said. At points in the past she has said that I raped her, that I beat her, and that I starved her. She has admitted since then that all of these things are false, and as far as I'm aware she has told every person personally that these things are absolutely not true. I would never do those things to anybody, and it disgusts me to hear those things said. She told me that the reason she said these things is because friends she would meet would be fans of mine, and she wanted them to like her for her, not because she was "Dream's ex", so her intention on doing that was to make them hate me. Again, she is in a horrible time period in her life and I really want her to get the help that she needs. I have been in contact with her mother, and I have offered any and all help that I could possibly give. I have never talked negatively about her in public, because I know that anything I say would be used as justification for hating on her, and that would contribute terribly to her mental health. I do not want ANYONE sending her hate, and I encourage anyone sending her hate to reflect. There are lots of people that make mistakes in the world, not all of them have a "popular" ex-boyfriend though, she doesn't deserve any more hate than anyone else. There are certain people that try and seek her out and cancel her or harass her for the things she's done in the past, and I really hope that me talking in detail about this will make them stop. I don't want anyone sending hate on my behalf, and I have said that on many occasions. The reason this is relevant to the doxing though, is that she has recently been in contact with people that want to do harm to me or my family. Again, I like to see the best in people, and I like to think that the people that are taking advantage of people with mental health issues are the true horrible people and not the people with mental health issues. From what I have heard, she has said a variety of things that are not true in an effort to hurt my career or make people stop being fans of mine. I was surprised when I heard this, because she still even as of yesterday would message me that she loves me and wants me back and that she is trying to get help, and I thought we were friendly with each other. A lot of the things that have been said are very obviously not true and lead me to believe that she was taken advantage of by people who really want to do harm to me. I think that people taking advantage of people with mental health issues is a huge problem in todays world, and this is a really good example of that. I truly believe that when my ex is healthy and stable she is a wonderful person. One of the things that she has said is that I don't care about Youtube, and that I only do it for money. That I'm going to quit in a year and leave everything behind. To me this is clearly ridiculous, as Youtube is my passion. I've been doing Youtube since I was around 10 on different accounts, and I've been playing Minecraft for about as long. I'm extremely passionate about creativity, and have always wanted to be a Youtuber. I know that she knows this, so I know that this isn't something she believes. Another thing that she said is incredibly negative things about my appearance, saying that I'm obese or that I'm ugly or disgusting, going as far to say that I "catfished" her when we dated. She has never said this publicly, but she has said this in private to her past-partners in order to make them not like me. Obviously she says these things in order to hurt my reputation and make me look bad, as well as make herself feel better for things she has done. As for the "catfish" thing, this is very easily provable as false, and I know that she knows this which is why she's never said it publicly. I was fairly open about my relationship at the time to my friends and my family, and my family could easily confirm that. Shortly after we met in person, she moved in with me and we lived together for almost a year. It wasn't a purely online relationship. She has gone as far as to show fake pictures of me to people she was romantically or sexually involved with, and tell every single bad tale about me in order to make them not like me. As for my appearance, she knows that I don't plan on doing a face reveal until after Covid, so she's known that she can spread everything and the only way I can counter it is by releasing a face reveal. I'm not going to give in to that. All I can say is that I have met in person with now multiple people that can confirm independently that she lies. On top of that, she hasn't seen me in over a year and doesn't even know anything new about me other than public stuff. Regardless, insulting someone's looks is something no one should do. I feel terrible for anyone that is released as a "fake picture" of me, because they will undoubtedly receive tons of hate and negative things said about them and that is just horrible. Another thing that was said is that I have a "contract" with George and others that prevents them from saying anything negative about me, and that they get a revenue split of my channel in exchange for that. That it's a "money operation" and that none of us care about eachother or Youtube. I know that sounds incredibly dumb already, but I thought I would just mention it. Although I like to spoil my friends, I will go on record and say that they do not get a revenue split of my channel, nor do they get paid for being in any of my videos. Obviously we have contracts, but that's just standard with business. I've known Sapnap for about 9 years and we've been best friends for most of it. I help Sapnap and George with all of their videos and they both didn't even post on Youtube before I started Youtube. We've been together since the beginning and I love both of them like brothers. BadBoyHalo too. There's a video of her from a few weeks ago talking about how I'm an amazing person, and how much she enjoyed our relationship. She's also posted tiktoks with her laughing about old stories and with my character in the background. I like to think that this is the real her, and not the things that she says when being manipulated. I truly think that she is a victim here and I really don't support any hate towards her at all. She deserves support and care and to be helped by the people who care about her. Mental health is a serious issue, and she's been going through problems for a long time. One of the reasons that I was afraid of saying anything about this, is because I really don't want harm to come to her. I know that if she gets help she can be a wonderful person and I want that for her. I thought that this became important enough to talk about though.

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the-explodin-kittins · 4 years ago

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theimperfetc:

spankfuckabuseme:

Oh Tumblr, I have quite the story for you today. I’m back from my break with quite the cautionary tale. My message? Don’t fucking trust people from the internet. I know this, I really do, I’ve been burned by crazies here before. But the sociopaths just keep getting smarter and better at lying. Take this to heart, learn from my mistakes and naivety. Just because it happened to me doesn’t mean it has to happen to you too.

So here’s a tale about how I got catfished on tumblr.

A few months back, I got to know a fellow blogger, @silence-in-submission and her Daddy, @thewolfsdarklair/@kinginthesheets. I was talking with both of them for a bit, but then things got a bit more personal and serious between Wolf and I. We got to know each other, had a lot in common, and started messaging on Kik damn near constantly. He told me he was a single dad, and that his ex walked out when his son was 3 months old and it’s been just him ever since. I’ve never actually trusted anyone on tumblr enough to give them more than a few details about myself, but this slimeball is good at making you trust him and charming the pants off women, myself included. He made himself into the perfect man and played the part well. He used my vulnerable state of going through a divorce to weasel his way into my heart.

BUT! Though shady, this isn’t even the most scandalous part of my tale…yes, I’m a piece of shit man stealer, I’ll own that. But try to keep up, so far we have a tumblr submissive, and a tumblr girlfriend. Girlfriend knows about submissive, submissive does not know about girlfriend. Read on.

Anyways, we start chatting more and more often and he tells me how amazing and special I am, I’m the most incredible woman he’s ever known. I let him into my life enough to show him pics and videos of my son and I. My sweet kiddo blew this monster kisses on FaceTime. He shows me photos and videos of his son and himself. Snuggling on the couch, coaching his sons T-Ball games. Father of the year, swoon! Plays up the single dad card, hard. He messages me nonstop, “good morning beautiful” every morning, phone calls on our commutes to work daily. We had the same favorite bands. We both loved to cook. He told me about his family. His careers. He would message me links to sweet country songs of how he felt about me. My ringtone for him was “Crave You” by Thomas Rhett, I legit bought a damn ringtone for this dickwad because that was “our” song. He would conveniently disappear over weekends, busy with his single dad gig, but in reality he was otherwise occupied.

It was soon, but man I was sure I was in love with this joker. My dumb ass bought a plane ticket to see him, with his enthusiastic blessing. I was supposed to go see and stay with him over Easter weekend. We were both so excited! We could finally be in each other’s arms at last, he said it felt like “I had been his for a lifetime” already. We were going to sight see in his city, cook dinner together and have loads of crazy, kinky sexy. I had a countdown app on my phone counting the days, minutes and seconds until I was with this amazing man. He conveniently disappeared from the face of the earth a few days before and surfaces the afternoon before my flight to tell me he’s out of the country for work and he’s so sorry but I have to cancel my trip. I thought it was odd he flew out of the country without a heads up, but he said it was super last minute and he needed to make arrangements for where his son would stay when he was gone. He was “overseas” for over a week before he told me I would have to cancel my trip. He’s gunna make it up to me 10fold, he misses me, he loves me. Ya know, it was fishy, but shit happens with work. I was devastated and mad he didn’t tell me sooner he was away on work. But here I am, out the better part of $500. He’s “out of the country” for another week and once he’s back, I sent a care package to him and his son of stuff for them. I went to copy and paste the address he gave me and google popped up with the address and it was a commercial building, not a home. Strange. I asked him on the phone why he gave me a fake address, and he casually told me it was the building he worked in. Still strange, why wouldn’t I send it to your house? Oh well. I was so excited to send something from me to him. It was super cute, love letter with cartoon hearts at all. I’m a SUPER thoughtful and romantic person, I went all out asking him if he would be my boyfriend “officially”. I got him stuff from his favorite shows and movies, same with his son, and here I am out more money on this joker. He thought it was super cute, said his son loved the books and he loved the figurines I sent him.

So we plan another trip, two actually. He tells me he’s flying here for the weekend April 26-30th. My son had a brief stay in the hospital due to illness and he was the perfect boyfriend during the whole ordeal, calling while I was at the hospital and cooing “awww poor buddy” when my son would cry. Messaging to make sure we were ok. Everything is going well, we’re released from the hospital and my boyfriend will be here in less than a week! Ahhhh! I just moved to a new house and I’m working on making it presentable and homey for us to nestle up in over the long weekend. I got us tickets to see Infinity War together. We were going to go dancing and I had a babysitter! Yet again, the same as the last trip, he falls off the face of the earth for “work.” This was on Friday the 20th and I have yet to hear from him again and as far as he knows, he thinks I still think he’s planning to come here Thursday and he hasn’t said a word to me! I’m sure he was planning an elaborate work story for this Wednesday to message me with, but I’m sure he will see all of this before then and hopefully not waste his time. We also had plans for me to pick him up from a nearby town May 7th after a work trip that would bring him back this way so soon! I was so lucky, I get to have the man I love sleeping next to me two weeks in a row?! Luckiest girl ever, so spoiled.

But…something just felt…off? the other day. My PTSD from him canceling the last trip was making this past weekend feel eerily familiar. He was off the radar again, I was sick with worry, and I had the impending doom feeling in my gut. Part of me knew there were never any plane tickets.

I had ran a background check on him previously and most things he told me checked out. His age, where he lives, his family members he has mentioned in passing. No marriages or crazy criminal charges listed (but man, 20 was a rough year for you, wasn’t it man?) I missed a small detail the first go around. I missed an eviction suit from last year, with a codefendent listed of the female variety that I was positive wasn’t a family member. Facebook to the rescue, and to my utter dismay, his codefendent was in fact his WIFE since 2015, the MOTHER of his son who supposedly bailed, and they have ANOTHER son who recently turned 1! His wife also may or may not currently be pregnant with number 3, I’m not positive. Oh my. All the happy family photos, I swear to you I threw up where I was at when this news sunk in. The man who said he saw a future with me, saw marriage with me, couldn’t wait for us and our kids (the one I knew about anyways) to all be together at last. We casually discussed me moving to be closer to him in the future if our trips went well. If this would have played out longer, who knows how much of my life I would have ruined for the lies this man told me. But…he already had a happily ever after.

I had been fooled. And not to any fault of my own, other than my naivety. I’m not an idiot, I did my due diligence and did a background check, but one little line on there was missed and I ignored all the little details about him that were sketchy because of the way he made me feel with his words. This man is an expert liar and sociopath. Who knows what shit he spins to his wife to cover his ass with his online affairs. I feel so bad for her. I feel so bad for anyone else he’s involved with. I feel so bad for myself for getting mixed up with this mess. I hate that I didn’t trust my gut when I felt like he was too good to be true, because part of me always knew he was too good to be true. The last photo is the last contact he had with me last Friday, keep in mind he’s supposed to be flying to see me Thursday supposedly. Oh and PLOT TWIST! The child he said he was a single dad to? Send me photos and videos of? I sent him a carepackage? IT’S NOT HIS CHILD. It’s his wives from another man! So he exploited a child that’s NOT EVEN HIS.

Silence, I felt, and still feel dirty, for beginning a relationship with a man who was already in a D/s dynamic, but he said he wanted more with me than that - led me to believe you were just a hobby and I was the real deal. He told me to say the word and you would be gone, that I was “so much more to him than that.” Led me to believe he was slowly breaking things off with you to be with me completely. And I sincerely bought into it, unfortunately. I thought he had told you about me when I sent you those cryptic messages a few weeks ago. I also played along when he sent me fake messages to screenshot to calm you down. The messages telling me to back off from your dynamic in February we’re also fake. I know, I’m an awful bitch for toeing in on your property, but you’ve got to know he played us both the same and I fell for it hook, line and sinker. What I did wasn’t right, I’m sorry, but we’re both victims here and I’m glad I was able to uncover the truth about this piece of shit. It’s not us. There’s nothing wrong with you, beautiful girl, this man is a selfish monster, don’t let this ruin you and for the love of god don’t believe whatever lies he’s going to tell you to keep you around. You can do better. We both can.

My dearest N, you sociopathic anal hemorrhage. I know you thought you were smart, how could this crazy little 20 some girl blow up your spot? You’re alpha, established, educated, and wise. You had it all figured out. There’s no way that your loving B would ever be suspicious of you, because I just LOVED you so extremely, right? All you need is love, baby. Well, love be but a feeling and though I felt it strongly for the person I thought you were, logic and the truth always win. I’m not an idiot, honey, and I fucking figured it out. The lies roll off your tongue like cotton candy. You know all the right things to say. But you can’t talk your way out of this explosion, buddy. I hope the lies and drama were worth the shitstorm you’re about to experience. You say you don’t do drama but my sweet idiot, you ARE drama. I’m sure you can understand why I had to go and message your wife every conversation, detail, photo and video you’ve ever sent me because being a Libra, you’re all about justice, my badass teddy bear. I’m sure you’re tempted to lash out now and try to hurt ME by sharing the intimate pictures and videos I sent to you of myself, but let me remind you that’s called “revenge porn” and given your job, you know that isn’t legal. Every person you cross paths with is either a blessing or a lesson, and though I KNOW my presence is a motherfucking blessing, you’re gunna learn this goddamn lesson today, fuckboy.

So let this be a lesson.

1. Block this dude. Both of his accounts. He’s bad news. There’s good people on tumblr, and we don’t need this sociopath muddying our waters. I’m sure he will resurface with a new blog, but heed this cautionary tale. 2. Don’t ignore red flags because of sweet words. Actions speak louder than words. 3. Don’t meet people from the internet without a background check, and check it thoroughly and use every tool the internet gives you to verify family members and details about the person you’re meeting. A person can be anyone they want to be online, and men like this think they’re invincible. 4. Make someone work hard to earn your heart. Even if someone seems to check all the boxes and seems like your perfect man, if he is, he will earn your heart - you won’t have to give it to him with hesitations, you won’t have to wonder at night when you’ll hear from him next.

I don’t know if this asshole is a prick, a sociopath, a monster, or if he just thinks he’s smarter than everyone else. Well, he’s not. Not for long enough. If you know of this vaguely human-shaped piece of shit, then spread the word. He shouldn’t have contact with anything more than the fucking curb. I expect both his blogs to be gone pretty much right away here, but he’s obviously an addict to this kind of behavior. He’ll be back and looking to get his kicks off of the vulnerable again.

Be careful who you let in this deep, people are more fucked up than you know. If something seems off, look into it harder. And trust your gut. Mine knew something was wrong with this sack of bees with a face, but didn’t step in in time.

@thewolfsdarklair you’re narcissistic enough to be reading this. Fuck you. With a rusty garden rake, in a counterclockwise swirl, in the lemon and salt depository of hell.

#douchecanoe

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guilianafms · 5 years ago

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guess who finally got her shit together and decided to make a wanted connections post for guiliana ? it’s me , it’s jin ! i honestly did most of this instead of sleeping ( and while rewatching catfish for the millionth time . who knew that season seven had forty episodes ?? ) , so this post as been queued because there’s a chance that i won’t be waking up until much later . 🤠 if needed for a refresher , you can find guiliana’s intro right here .

romantic .

a huge one , but i’d really love to have her ex fiancé ! honestly their relationship probably lasted no more than a year or so , but they got engaged fairly quickly . they were going to get married in a crazy lavish wedding , but gigi ran the day of because she got scared and thought they were moving too fast .

i’ve been drinking my women loving women juice as of late , so please give me an ex - girlfriend ! i don’t see them being on bad terms at all , so they’re still really close despite their break up ? they probably get really lovey dovey / touchy feely at times and people think they’re still together , but they laugh it off every time .

please give me a heartbreak that rips out my heart or so help me ! this could come in the form of an ex , a relationship that didn’t work out ( something toxic mayhaps 👀 ) or even a relationship where there was a lot of push and pull ? idk something that’s gonna make me cry at three in the morning , thank you .

a couple that’s truly in limbo . they don’t know if they’ve made it past the point of friends or not , and maybe a hookup being thrown into the mix definitely didn’t help their situation . mayhaps talking about it always leads to them getting into an argument or they simply hide their true feelings through some other means , but i don’t know i’m pulling out of my ass at the moment OFNDFFJN .

and for all the money , give me something akin to romeo + juliet but without the death and violence . i want the sneaking around , hiding their relationship from the people around them ( there’s a chance that their friend groups oppose to the relationship or honestly gigi doesn’t have the best reputation so that could very well be a factor ) , or maybe it could be an industry thing that prevents them from being together . this doesn’t have to be a relationship ; it could be strictly sexual but either way they are not supposed to touch each other with a ten foot pole .

platonic .

i would honestly sell my soul if i was given an enemies thing . literally all i want is for them to full on hate each other . i have no idea why they would hate each other , but i would love for them to not get along by any means .

some people who come on her channel frequently ! of course they’d be friends , but maybe they pop up a lot on her vlogs or when she does fashion videos ( something like a ‘ what my friend wears during xyz ’ type videos or anything , really ) and they usually are going on lil adventures together ?

very different from enemies , but give her a rival , please ! it doesn’t necessarily have to be industry based ( since gigi doesn’t really have a job lmao ) , but maybe there was something shady said on instagram / twitter or their first meeting did not go as planned so now they’re a weird beef between the two ! honestly this could be quite chaotic and we have to stan KNFJDHSF .

to get angsty on this monday morning , ex friends ! i know gigi can be a bit much sometimes and she can be really ... full of herself sometimes so i don’t think it’s crazy that someone would want to distance themselves from her . or , there could be another reason as to why they’re no longer friends !

shopping buddies , my guy ! probably the most superficial people you ever did meet , and they most likely spend all of their time together shopping or talking about their latest purchases with one another , but i could talk about fashion all day so honestly ... let’s do it loves .

generals .

if none of these tickle your fancy and you’d rather work with a simple base then i’ve got some options for you : exes , friends with benefits , high school friends ( would have to be from nyc ) , enemies with benefits , flirtationship , one night stand(s) , failed relationship , almost relationship , good / bad influence , unlikely friends , family friends , frenemies , childhood friends , neighbors , ex fling , a PR RELATIONSHIP ( !!! ) , and various hookups . honestly , i’m down for song plots and such too so please , lay it all on me !

#* 🌙 ━━━━ 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 . ↝ wanted connections .

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years ago

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If money was no object, would you change your wardrobe? No, it would just add to it even more.

How do you/did you get to school? While in college I either got a ride or had to take the bus. I haaaated taking the bus.

Have you ever been in trouble for something you honestly didn’t do? Yes.

Is the idea of having a secret admirer creepy or romantic? It could go either way. If they were obsessive, stalkerish, or inappropriate, then yeah we’d have a problem.

What was the last song you sung out loud? Walking on a Dream by Empire of the Sun

Have you ever had to have a pet put down? Once. :( He was quite old and his quality of life wasn’t healthy at that point.

Were you excited to learn to drive, or scared? I still haven’t learned.

What was the last book you read? I just finished one called The Girl Who Vanished by A.J. Rivers

Did you enjoy it, or were you glad to be finished? I really enjoyed it. It was the 2nd book in a series and now I’m starting the 3rd.

Do you ever wonder what other people are thinking when they stare at you? I’d really rather not know.

Have you ever gone out of your way to get someone’s attention? I’ve done some stupid, petty things to try and get a certain guy’s attention or things like posting certain quotes or lyrics.

When was the last time you felt incredibly tired? I always feel that way, physically and emotionally. Just drained.

What candy cane flavor is your favorite? Just the good ol’ peppermint kind.

In your opinion, who doesn’t deserve to be famous? There are some bad people given a platform and attention they shouldn’t have.

Do you get angry when fast food restaurants mess up your order? It’s very frustrating. We try to check before leaving, but sometimes we forget.

Have you ever had a ridiculous hair cut? Yes. More ridiculous hairstyles; though, when I was younger.

What was your favorite elective class in high school? Piano.

Did you ever wish you could be homeschooled? Sometimes I felt that way. Was it hard for you to get up this morning? I haven’t gone to bed, yet, but I know it will be. It always is. And lately I haven’t been able to get up before 1PM. I try, but it just doesn’t happen.

Have you ever had a dream so realistic you could’ve sworn it happened? Yeppp. Those are trippy. The worst are the ones where I wake up crying. Like full on sobbing. I had one of those a couple days ago.

When was the last time you colored with crayons or colored pencils? A couple of days ago with colored pencils.

Can you remember the first survey you filled out? No, that was like 15 years ago. :O Damn, I wish I could see that now.

Do you have any mental disorders? Yes.

Do you feel comfortable talking about these disorders, if you have them? Yeah, I’ve talked about my major depression and anxiety.

Where did you go on your last field trip? While attending community college I was in the psych club (I was actually one of the board members) and we took a lot of field trips. We visited a few universities and then would do something else nearby for fun. We went to a couple beaches and toured a few museums. It was always a full day trip. We also visited a mental hospital, a women’s prison, and NASA research center.

Are you able to agree to disagree? Or do you have to have the last word? I’m one who tends to just agree to disagree.

Do you think you make a good first impression? I don’t know.

Do other people’s first impressions stick with you? >> It depends on what my first impression was. If it was like “oh my god this person really comes off like a bigot”, yeah, that’s going to stick until explicitly proven otherwise. If it was like “oh hmm this person seems to be in a bad mood” then like, whatever. Moods change. Sometimes you just catch people on a bad day and that doesn’t mean they hate you forever. <<<

Are you friends who you thought they were when you first met? I don’t have any friends.

How have you changed in the past year? I haven’t in the way that I want and need to.

How about in the past five years? A LOT has changed in that amount of time. And not in a good way. Things really went to shit.

What do you do when you feel like giving up on something? >> Sometimes I just give up on it. Other times I take a break. Other times I have a meltdown. Other times I push through. <<<

Have you ever had to give up on someone? Yes.

Would you rather break up with someone, or them break up with you? Neither are great.

Is there a cover song you like better than the original version? Not better, but there are some I like.

Do you think it’s okay to like a cover more than an original? lol there’s no law against it.

What band do you wish was still making music? I miss Linkin Park. Especially with Chester. :(

Do you still watch any cartoons? Yeah, Rugrats, Hey Arnold, and Doug.

Are you just too lazy to recycle? We recycle cans and plastic bottles.

Think of the last person you talked to–do you love him/her? Yes.

Do you fit your zodiac sign? I’m soooo opposite of how a Leo is described.

What is one of your weak points? I am a weak point.

What is one of your strong points? Uhhh.

Are you calm in emergency situations? No.

When was the last time you cursed at someone? I don’t recall.

Are you afraid of losing someone you love? That is something that I think about. My mind likes to wander to dark places like that. :/

Who are you most attached to? My mom.

What do you depend on other people for? I’m very dependent on my parents and brother. Especially my mom. They provide for me, take care of me, and do a lot for me.

Are you good at reading other people’s body language? I think so.

Do you like facial hair? How about chest hair? I don’t mind a little facial hair. I’d be okay with a little bit of chest hair, but not a lot. Definitely no Nev from Catfish level chest hair haha.

If you have a favorite number, how did you choose it? I’ve liked the number 8 since I was a kid. I believe it stems from The Schoolhouse Rock. I loved the song they made for the number 8. I watched that part all the time. I also had a computer game with that on there.

What goes through your mind when someone breaks up with you? A lot of things. Hurt, sadness, confusion, anger... I replay everything in my head. Think about what happened. Get mad at them, but also blame myself.

What goes through your mind when someone asks you out? Depends on who did the asking. When it was someone I was interested in, I got all nervous and giddy. The butterfly feeling in my stomach and all that.

Do you match your shoes with your outfit? I always wear my black Adidas regardless.

Do you style your hair daily? No.

Who was the last person to compliment your appearance? What’d they say? My doctor complimented my hair when I saw her last week. Is there any movie you just can’t stand to watch? Yeah.

What do you think of pornography? Not my thing.

What hair products do you use regularly? Shampoo, dry shampoo, detangler.

Does it bother you when people use extremely bad grammar? It depends. Do you have a hard time talking about sex with the opposite gender? Yes.

Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? Female.

Have you ever had major surgery? Yes, a few.

Could you go a month without speaking? Nooo.

Is there any food you don’t like that a lot of others do? Seafood. It seems like everyone loves sushi and I’m like GAG.

Have you ever followed a trend? If so, what was it? Well, yeah. More so when I was a teenager, but a few others since then.

Have you ever started a trend, even a small one? I’m no trendsetter.

What was the last thing you bragged about? I have nothing to brag about. Not a cute a look anyway.

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miasswier’s ultimate glee ranking: 43

43: Feud

Written by: Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa Directed by: Bradley Buecker

Overall Thoughts: While this is not exactly a bad episode (I mean, it’s in the top fifty for a reason), it’s also not as good as I remember it being. On my pre-watch ranking I had it ranked higher than a lot of episodes that made it into my top thirty. I think a big part of it is because the parts that are good are so good. Like, really good. But the rest of it is sort of meh, which sucks.

What I Like:

The Blaine/Sue feud was so bizarre but a stroke of pure genius. Jane Lynch and Darren Criss play off each other so fucking well. I’d love to watch a buddy comedy for the two of them where Jane Lynch is his mom or aunt or something and they go on a road trip together. They have amazing comedic chemistry.

“IT’S CEMENT.”

When Becky kisses Blaine and tells him she loves him and he just goes “Thank you?”

Blaine getting hit in the face with a thong. Thank you forever for that Glee.

Sam and Blaine being scheemy little schemers. I remember being so surprised at that scene when this episode first aired. It’s too bad they didn’t go anywhere with it.

The opening scene is comedy gold. Especially when Will compliments Ryder by pointing out that he’s literally Finn 2.0 and Finn loses his goddamn mind.

The scene at the end with Marley and Finn is so sweet. I will forever be happy that Marley was the one to encourage Finn to get a teaching degree. It means so much more to have the confidence of your student telling you “You would be good at this” than, say, your girlfriend, or your best bud/teacher.

I do think it was necessary for Santana to point out that Rachel has become too obsessed with the men in her life, but also that’s not really Rachel’s fault since the show continuously makes all of Rachel’s stories about whoever she is dating at the time.

That gay-ass scene of Santana dancing with all those girls. Good shit, man.

Okay, I do have issues with how the whole scene ended up playing out, but damn, that moment that Finn walks out of the bathroom in the hotel room and you see the way Brody’s life is flashing before his eyes is fantastic.

Tina being so supportive of Blaine.

When Sue is yelling at Tina and all Tina can say is “leave me alone” just totally not affected by it anymore. Fucking amazing.

“Gay Clark Kent from season one of Smallville”

Brody genuinely looks conflicted about what he’s doing as he’s doing it. It’s clear this is a job for him, and he isn’t just lying to Rachel about sleeping around for the hell of it (even though the whole thing reeks of male fantasy but still, at least he shows clear remorse).

“It doesn’t matter what you think, you don’t get to decide for me.” I think this is one of the strongest, most powerful lines ever spoken on Glee. Because she’s right, but it also shows the difficulty of it. Ryder thinking Unique is a boy doesn’t stop her from being a girl, but it still hurts. Her identity is being erased. And not only that, but we know (thanks to having seen it all play out) that she was the girl he was talking to online. Which means she was misgendering herself because she was so afraid that Ryder would be angry if he found out she was the one talking to him. Honestly, it creates such a messy web of transphobia and society-imposed-sexism (Unique thinks she has to be somebody she isn’t, and misgenders herself purposefully to gain the attention of a boy, which is so fucking sad), but it also makes for a powerful moment. Unique is Unique. And even if Ryder never accepted her and never told her he thinks she’s a girl, that wouldn’t change the fact that she is a girl. But it also doesn’t change how hard non-acceptance and ignorance is.

What I Don’t Like:

Going off my last point, I think they could have done so much more with the Ryder/Unique story. I mean, they dragged out that dumbass catfish story for so goddamn long, and then when it was actually starting to get interesting (with the reveal that Unique was catfish, and Ryder’s obviously conflicting feelings about her in “All or Nothing”) they dropped it. So we got all the boring, useless shit, and none of the good stuff. I would have loved to see Ryder give Unique a chance and hang out with her as Unique instead of Katie, and slowly come to realize that she’s still the girl he grew to love, even if she’s not the person he thought she was. I mean, he rejected the girl who was Katie’s picture for her, so clearly it wasn’t just about the looks. I would have really enjoyed watching these two slowly fall in love. Too bad all we got was the bullshit.

Becky slapping Blaine on the butt has always rubbed me the wrong way; but then again, all butt slapping rubs me the wrong way.

Will is such a fucking baby in this episode. I know we all make fun of him because his best friend is fucking nineteen, but seriously, when your nineteen-year-old best friend is more mature than you are, you’ve got a serious problem buddy.

Despite the iconic moment of Finn stepping out of the bathroom to surprise Brody, I really don’t appreciate the way the show portrayed Finn beating Brody up on behalf of Rachel as romantic. Rachel didn’t even know he was in New York. She didn’t know what was going on. She didn’t ask him to do that. Throughout this whole story, Santana has been trying to take Rachel’s agency away from her, and now Finn has joined the literal fight. I don’t know. I just didn’t like how that played out. (Seriously though, Finn stepping out of that bathroom – Iconic)

Sue acting as though Nicki Minaj standing up for herself makes her crazy.

The fact that all the girls paying for escorts are these hot young ladies. That’s such a male fantasy come to life “yeah, I’ll get tons of hot girls to pay me to have sex with them”, give me a fucking break.

It really upsets me that Glee shamed a character for sex work, which he states very clearly that he is doing so he can pay his tuition. He doesn’t have money. Oh, and then Finn destroys that hotel room and leaves Brody alone in it, which means that Brody is most likely the one who had to pay for all those damages. You know, Brody? The guy who needs that money for tuition? I hate how dirty they did Brody. They should have made it way more clear that what was wrong with what Brody was doing was that he was lying to Rachel about it, not that he was a sex worker. Glee didn’t really establish that line clearly enough.

I wish Santana’s talk about Rachel’s pregnancy scare being a wake-up call hadn’t just been about her trying to convince Rachel to break it off with Brody. I mean, if she had a pregnancy scare that means she and Brody may not have been using protection. Maybe she didn’t use protection with Finn, either. Is Brody using protection with the women he sleeps with? If they are in an open relationship THEY NEED TO BE USING PROTECTION. Ugh.

You can literally see Unique sitting in the library when Ryder is looking around trying to find Katie. They fucking showed us who Katie was from episode fucking one and still dragged it the fuck out.

Songs

How to Be a Heartbreaker: This is one of my favourite Marina and the Diamonds song, and honestly, I think Glee did a good job with it. I kind of wish it had been a Brody solo, since I think that would have made it more impactful, but I still think they did a good job.

The Bitch is Back/Dress You Up: This is a good one! Ryder and Unique’s voices go together really well, and they managed to decently split the song up into individual parts, while also making it clear this was a mash-up.

Cold Hearted: Amazing performance and choreography, but honestly I’m not a big fan of this song.

Bye Bye Bye/ I Want It That Way: This is my all time favourite mash-up that Glee ever did. I love it so fucking much. It works so well, and Finn and Will sound really good on it, and just… god, I love it so much. SO MUCH.

I Still Believe/Superbass: I think Blaine sounds awesome in this one, and Superbass is one of my favourite Nicki Minaj songs, but I don’t like the way they set this one up. Blaine sings his part, then Sue sings hers, then there’s a brief mash-up of the two at the end. I wish they’d done it more like “The Bitch is Back/Dress You Up” had been done.

Closer: I really like the original of this song, but this version is just okay. Ryder and Jake singing this one alone felt like a bit of an odd choice – I think I would have preferred it be a group number. It’s a nice performance, and at least they do more than just stand on stage and dance around, but I wouldn’t consider it one of their best.

Final Thoughts: It’s not the strongest in this clump of episodes, but it’s definitely better than most of season four. It has some really funny moments, and some really good, emotional moments, but it also has some stuff that’s like… eh… Overall a decent episode, and one that I don’t mind watching time and time again.

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Exactly just just How 15 females remain secure and safe whenever conference someone from the app that is dating web site

Rule number 1: meet in a general public destination.

very First times aren’t just af that is scary you are placing yourself on the market emotionally, but also because conference a whole complete stranger you simply know on the net is terrifying. You will find things individuals needs to do to help make people feel safer on dates, but females usually have their rules that are own destination to protect by themselves. 15 ladies responded a Reddit AskWomen thread on what they remain safe when dating that is online.

1. “we constantly tell one or more individual where i will be. In addition often switch on location sharing, in case. I get one step further and also have a safety rule system set up if i must there get out of (both for if i am uncomfortable, at risk, fundamentally something that might justify the need to leave.) We’ll text a close buddy a code word, and they’re going to phone me personally with an ’emergency’ and save me personally. Then there is the most common: meet in a public destination, purchase/handle my personal beverages (i will not accept a glass or two he got for me personally before i acquired here, or if perhaps i did not notice it, etc). I do not accept trips from their website, or head to their

spot.” via

2. “ahead of the date, we grab that is always screen search their pics like they are doing on Catfish. We send either my bff or my cousin a display screen shot of our convo that presents their name/ contact and where our company is fulfilling. Without a doubt drive your car or truck to help you keep if it feels off.” via

3. “we tell my mum whom he’s, where he works, where he lives. In the date, it’s always in a busy destination, and in case he drives we’ll on the sly have the reg quantity and deliver it to my mum. In addition will excuse myself to attend the restroom, and allow my mum understand he is not a weirdo and I also’m nevertheless alive (our company is blunt). But before all of this, it’s most readily useful have few telephone calls and a few video clip chats whilst getting to learn them, before a romantic date is in the cards.” via

4. “I been on Tinder for 2 years now, and not had an issue (maybe i have been happy, I do not understand), but just what i actually do is definitely allow a friend that is close the thing I’m doing/where i want. Both of us have actually the discover My buddies app switched on on our phones so that they can monitor where i will be, and have them updated if we get anywhere so they really understand to help keep a watch onto it. We also always be certain We have anyone on Snapchat and communicate they are/what they look like. using them through there a little before conference, making certain my pal understands who” via

5. “we meet in a place that is public. I always share a close friend to my location. We never accept a trip from somebody brand new. We always drive myself or get an Uber. We never ever stop sharing location by having a good friend. Often my date and I also will opt to get someplace following the meeting that is initial, and my back-up have to know where i am at. I share the date’s qualifications. Every thing i am aware about them. First title, final title, career, where you work, location of residence. Photo if at all possible.

“Also, it really is difficult to estimate this, but we make an effort to provide my friend an eta for once I arrive properly house. Midnight is my standard, but until We have home secure. if it requires to be extended, I stay static in contact every hour or more after midnight” via

6. “My roomie and I also will inform one another the guyвЂ™s name, show his pic, state where weвЂ™ll be, just just just what time the conference is, as soon as weвЂ™ll be right right back. I always drive myself and fulfill in a general public area.” via

7. “If you drive/have a motor vehicle, organize your date in a general public destination where you need to buy parking nearby. Pay money for a full hour of parking. In the event that date goes well, you are able to just say ‘Oop my parking is mostly about to expire ,but i will run and feed the meter really fast if you want to talk more?’ In the event that date is certainly going downhill, you have got a legit excuse to keep! ‘Sorry, my parking is expiring quickly, gotta get!'” via

8. “should you go homeward with some one, allow a buddy recognize! Facebook messenger has an element now where you could share your local area, therefore it is very easy to content buddy as well as is able to see where you are at. Opt for your gut, if one thing seems incorrect, keep. that you don’t EVER owe anyone ANY SUCH THING.” via

9. “constantly inform some body in which you are going as soon as to anticipate you straight back. Do not be afraid to go out of if you are finding a vibe that is bad feel unsafe. We’d state it is most likely a smart idea to get yourself a feel when it comes to person with them, but that’s your call to make before you go home. I’dn’t accept at their house until I became comfortable using them. When you do get beverages using them, be mindful about making your beverage unattended.” via

10. “we (really) never return to someoneвЂ™s spot the very day that is first meet them, or accept inside their house. I like to simply take my time and energy to develop comfort and trust amounts before IвЂ™ll think about likely to their property.” via

11. “we came across some guy when at a club and I also had two beers although we waited for the comedy show . giving me personally vibes that are creepy excused myself to utilize the restroom after which went along to my automobile without permitting him understand I became making. I realised I was not good to drive when I got to my car. We known as a buddy and chatted . so worried he’d find me personally sitting in my own vehicle. Therefore simply be cautious aided by the quantity you drink if you intend to manage to drive home.” via

12. “we promised myself never to be courteous if i acquired a bad vibe; I’d one man get cranky whenever I didnвЂ™t accept their invite back once again to his on the very first date, but we held company and didnвЂ™t allow their guilt trip lead us in order to make a poor option. In the terms of my fave podcast, ‘F**k politeness!'” via

13. “satisfy , tell when/where and guyвЂ™s name. I text her once I arrive and one hour later on, however at three hours or whenever I depart. DonвЂ™t give fully out my address until later on. We additionally reverse image search and Google times in order to make certain theyвЂ™re on the up or over. Discovered a few scammers that means.” via

14. “we came across far from my hometown, constantly in a restaurant that is public left individually. It had been simple since We lived in a town that is small outside of bigger city. Therefore dates had been simpler to put up with me planning to them, and therefore means they didnвЂ™t have an idea as to where we lived.” via

15. “First handful of times had been in public areas. Nearly all of my matches had been in a town 50ish moments away, but I drove house each and every time, didn’t accept invites instantly until we was out at minimum five times. He was invited by me to mine third date. Whenever we visited their spot, IвЂ™d constantly drive my own car over. if things get laterally, not require become susceptible to obtaining a trip back into my automobile.” via

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