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I̵͚̾̑̀͛͛̑̽̎̎̐͊̑͝Ḿ̵̺̖̥̦͇̞̱̄͐́̋̈̈́̑̕̕͠͝Ȁ̶̧̘̘͕̩̥̮͙͉̮͐̔̍̃̀̄̎̌̀͗̀̐̈́̚G̴̢̨̨̨̦̜̪̥̜͈͇͇̦̭͗͆̊̔́͜͝͠I̴̡͔̲̻̗̯̗̫̜͚͙̯̫͍̦͛͑͆͛͋͂̿̑̓́͘͘̚͝N̶͚̦͓̹͈͉̬͔͐́͋̅̕É̸̼̞̩̹͋̈́̏̾̒̐͂͊̏͗̈́̃͌ ̵̻̬͊̿̈́͆́̍̍̓̚̕͝͝T̵̛̗̪̲̤͍̝̤̎͂͌̓͛̈̏́Ḥ̸̦̓̓̈́͒̾͋̽͗̓̇͆̚͝E̵̢̛̟̠̹̊͛̎̇̋͝R̵̘̹͎̲̱̯̬̲̣̩͈̈́̿̽̉̂̀͊̄͋̅͗͑̚͘̚E̴̟̗͇͊́͑͘͘ͅ ̷͚͊̀̅̄̍̈́͗̈́́͘͘͠͠Ẁ̴̢͖͇͖̹̰̱̘͔̳̖̜̩̀E̷̛̜͌̆̇͑̑̂͒̅̂̏̅́̒̾R̶̪̝̰̣̙̬̪̩͇͓̘͚̦̖̈́̄̋̃͐̔̕E̴̦̬̙̬̼̅͌̅̓͒̿̐̏͛̑͝͝ ̶̨͇̻͙̰͔̲̒̂̽͌̎͑̄͋͐̽̇͑T̵͕͊̽̊̒̽́̔͐͘H̸̡̢͈͓̯̗̮̼̦͔͙̤̟̣͙̿̌̃Ŕ̴̤̉̉Ẽ̸̢̧̡̙̰̝͖̰̻̦̭͔̗͍̊̂̎̔͗E̷̢̞̺͙̥̻͙̳͖̘̭̠̹͑ͅͅ ̵̖͓̲̼͈̽͂͐̊͌̀͆͜͝ͅͅ

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İ̵̡̛͚̙̦̥̮̦͚̹̤̗̓̔̀́͜M̸̧̛̘̟̟̲̟͑̀̔́A̸̧̧̦͚̹͍̒̈́̇̎̅͗̂̽͋̈́̋̈́G̶̪͒̆̑͊I̴̧̪̗̹͔̤̓͛̍̾̊̍͒̎̀̓̂͘̚͝͝N̸̢̛̛͇̦̮̖͈̔̐͌̽̋̀͌̉̐̍͆E̴͕̱̠̥̬̔̂̌̅̎̑͋͆͐͒͂̊͘͝͠ͅͅ

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̷̧̩̹̥̪͉͓̭̏̉̈́͂̈̉̑͐͒͑ͅȊ̷̢̧̬̬̗̞̣̦̻͈̫̻͔̀͒̊͘̕ͅM̵̧̡̫̝͈̱͒̄͊͑̊͋̏͗̒̾͘͠A̴̡̡̢̛͇͍͔̭̟̻̣͙͕͓͆̆̽̽̔̊̋̎̀͑́̚͜͠G̷̡̹̹̞̰̥͓̣̜͇̭̋̉̿̓̀͘I̵͓̮͈̭̹̠̦͚͎͙͚̮̟̍͑̊̅͝N̷͇̫̭̻̦͖̦͈̞̗̈́̊͗̾̆̊̑͜͝ͅË̵̖̪̗̥́̒̓͑̽̽̅̿̍̐͒̅͘ ̷̡̛̖̬͙͔̇̅̄̌͝T̸̨̧̥͖̮͇̥͓̳̟̰̪̓H̸̨̯͉̙͉͛̇͒̍̃̔̃̍͆̈́̎͘͝E̸̩͎̥͔̱̝͎̭̍̓̿̊́͑̍̆͒̒̄̒̚̕ͅ ̸̦̈́Y̴͖̪̞͔̟͛͑̊̓͝E̷̛̖̠̜̺̦̟̹͊͛̄̈̅̓̌͗̀͝͝ͅẠ̸̠͔̚̚ͅR̶̗̲̭̜̖̣̆ ̴̨̙͇̗̫̯̪̪́̀I̷̛̞̭̗͊̽̓̄̄̎̚̚S̶̛̹̤̣̦̊͛̐̈́́̕ͅ ̶̡͔̮̻͚̝̠̫̭̹̦̹̂̈́̽͗̋̈́̎̃̆͒̔̇1̷̙̔̓̔͂͘9̴̧̩̱̟̝̥͓̝̦̯̰̦̬̿͌̑̆̎̕8̸̞̺̮̣͛̔̃̀͋̇̎̓̀̓̕͜7̶̙̀͑̊̓̊̿͒̑͋̄̐̾̿̽

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̶̡̼̦̹̗̠̰̱̱͕̫̾̅̈́̽̀́̾̓͛̕͜Ȉ̴̧̜̞̣̞̐̒̽̅̅̐͘M̸̫̮̫̼͎̮̪̯͓̋͌̀̃͆̌̀͊̾̐̚Ą̸̛͕̪̙̰͇̺̤̍̓͋̂͒̀̓̉̽͘͘͘G̵͉̦̗̲̈́̍̀̍̉͌͗̈́̌̋͛͛͝Ḭ̸̢̱͗͊ͅN̶͉̒̅̏̋̽͑̂̈̃́̌̚͘͝͝Ę̵̧̝̜̙̗͖͒͐̈́̈́͋́͒͝͝ ̶̨͕̥̼͕͚̰͕̚͝Y̵̧̝̘̠̺͖͇̮̗̳̯̔̋̇̽̋̄͠H̴̨̡̢̖̱̖̮͙͚͗͐́͒̀̂Ė̶͎̤̩̱̲̩͕̆̋̿̈́̚͝ ̶̧̯̭̰̱̪̟̺̹̬̯̔̈́̊̓̂̄̃͛̕͝Y̶͕̝͖̙͗̐͛̓̔̈́̎̆͂̇͋̊͘͘͜͠ͅE̸͉̖̥̺̠̐Á̸̡̨̨̛͈̯̻̬͍̹̜͎̌̏̇̑̍̿̔͋̈́͝͝R̸̡̙͕̞̝̮̭̞̗͕̙͙̎̔̃͆̿̐̀́̊̚͜͝ͅ ̸̨̫̯̥̋̓̒͛́̉I̷̡̡̯͖̥̖͔͌̔S̴̼͈̬̤͕͙̖͈̺͆̀͌̌̀̔̈͂͌͘͜ ̷̧̫̺͚̺̺̥̌̄̇̑̇͐͠ͅO̴̬̻̘͖͎͎̩͇̗̝͉͍͂̍̈͜N̵̡̬̰̩̦̼̲̘̺̩͎͖̺͕̋̀̀͠Ẹ̷̡̧̢̛̼̻̜̭̪̎̌͋̅̿̔̆͑̓̒́̎̒̅ ̸̡̮̰̣̻̥͈̣̪̮̦̻̺̋̓́͒̿͑̀̉́̀N̷͚̗̖̎I̸̧̼̭͙͓̠̣̥͉͙̩̺͖͈̔̃̆̿͛̂͆̒̍̀̔͋̕͠͠N̷̢̺̘̻̬̻̯̫̦͈̻̐͠E̶͉̟̒̎̐̐̃̒͊̉̅̃̓͜ ̵̡͙̩͇͙̻͖̣̞͔̙̟̫̊̌̎̈́̉̋̀̓̍͋̚̚͜͜Ě̵͔͚̪̍̓͗͗̊̂̈́͘Í̵̡͈̪̯̙̥̻̤͍̂͒̾͐̍͋̎̈̏̐͑͝G̷̢̧͙̤̗͍̼̱͓̩̼̠͊͗͜͝Ḩ̶̯̱̪̰̼̦̭̱̺͚̊͂̎̔͑Ṭ̵̡̭͓̱̞̯̌̓͛̆͂͘ͅ ̸̢͇͉̭̱̙̜̗̤̹̮̙̄̐͂͌̔̄̍ͅS̸͖̪͉̘̓̐̀͜Ȅ̴̡̧̱̭̠͖͍̰̘̔̃͜͠V̶͎͈͎̫̻̺͉̬͓̳̯̘̹͊̈́̊͒͌̓̈́͝ͅͅE̴̹̜̺̗̍̈Ǹ̷̢̢̧̟̗͖̤̜͍̭͉̪̀̽͌͗́̽ ̴̡̯̬̾̑̋̽̎̓͑̈́̏͊̀̿͠

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̵̫͖̬̣͓̭̝͒̈́I̵̧̭̦̝̙͚̩̮̻͖̦͎̤̜͗̃͑̓̒͝M̴̢̧̭̦̌̔͌̋̍́̇͐̎̄̄͑̍̇͠Á̴̹̞̰̮̭̫̫̼͓̝͈̾̐̈́̐̌̕̕͜ͅĢ̵̜͕̮͒̋̋́̐͒Ȋ̵̡̼̼̩̤͛̅́̂͂͘͝͝ͅN̷̡̥̜̉͜Ę̵̡̪̼͖̗͈̼̫̖̲̲͔̠͂̈́̌̿̔̌͌͋̅̍̿̋̔̕͠ ̵̹̾̇́I̶͚̭͓͆̿̈Ţ̶̜̟̩͓̰̳̜̥̱̭̻͎̯́͛͐͌͝

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M̵̠̫̯̱͆̈́̽͊͒̃͗̓́̂Ë̴̢̘̠̩̤̳̰́͒͘ͅ,̷̘̿̀̆̆͋̿̿̒̽̆̊͂̕ ̴͇͂̌̀̀̈̓̋̓̚Y̵̢̠̰͇̌̓̄́͗́͊̈̔̎̋͝͝Ǫ̶̛͎͙̰̖̮̞̟̭̾̋̃̂̍͊͂͊͆̊̔̚͘͠Ụ̶̠̥͋̐̎͛̈͛̔͋̌͂̈̂̔͘͘,̷̪̾ ̸̢̲̮̩̈́̊̽͒͜A̸̰̯̫̫͈͉̖̬͚̹̬͕̺͊̂̓̂̆̆̅͜ͅṄ̴̗͓̀̒͗͆̐̿͠ͅD̴͎̬̗̱́̽̈́̒́̈́̊̀̀͛͐̈́͛̅ ̴̣̘͚͖̖̙̟̿̿̈́̓́́̍̌͌̓̎͗͘̚͜͝T̴͓̣̥̥́̈́͐̃̃̍̓̌͒͐̏͂͘̚͜͝H̷̢̠͈̞̺͍͚̭̙̗̘͇͂͆̇̈̓͝ͅẼ̵̩͐́̑̍͛͆̕ͅ ̶̤̼̖͓̻̺̠̯̐ͅA̵̧̦̜̾̇͋̾͒̊̓̆̄̀̊̐̒͗͌Ṇ̸̢̨̛͈̮͈̺̤̤̀͂́̕G̶̩͓̣̲̓͂́͜Ę̷̛͉͍̣͚͉́͠Ļ̸̨̩͕̭̰̖̰̳̜͚͛̽̐̃͜

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̵̮̳̜̠̦͖̭̫͙̙̓͜ͅͅD̴̢̢̢̨̙̗̟̲̖̪̝̝͓̠̦͐̀͋̎͋͒̏͂͊̌̚R̴̬͒͂͐͗͋̓́͝Ö̸͖̖̲͕̳̘͚̹͇́̽̈́̎͂̀͂͑̋̀͘W̶̨̜͖̼͙̫̝̟̪̱̓͊̄̈͘N̵̛̦͖͙̲̯̞̬̦̳̝̓͂͊͗̾͘̕͝͝ ̵̡̯͕̩̝̹͔̼̱̗̺̀̈́͑̅̋̑̈́͌̿̊͘̚͜͝D̴̛̘̩̮̬̤̤͉̻͈̦͉̤̀̑̇͋̇̓̈́̾͑̈́̎Ṟ̸̼̫͝͠O̶̜̟̫̗̹̝̊̓̂̽̏̄̏͘̚̚͝͝W̶̞̎̀̓̕̕Ņ̸̧͚̖̟̭̫̯͗ ̵̛͉̗̮̪̂͐̀̈̃͝͠D̵̘͙̮͙͂̈́̄̊͊̽̿̏͗͒͠R̸̘̯̝̰̯͇̩̐̄̒̆̉͋̑͘͝O̷̦̜̯͖̣̭̼͖̩̱͐Ẇ̷̢̧̫̖̟͕͍͖͕̞̼͙̭̅̃̔̇̅̄N̶̼̮̺͍̠̩̝̻͛̋̈̇̐ ̴̛̛̳̪̺͚̟͓̺̤̳̖̘̺̱̌̆͊͊́̔̃͝D̵̠͉͚̝̙̆͆͛̔̃̒̓̕R̵̢̛̫͎̩̣̮͖̘̤̰̯̥̭̗̈́̅̀̀͂̅̐́̾̓̕̚͘O̶̧͉̟͌͛̉̋͋̓́̆̑̇̆͘͝͝W̵̟̻̖͎̫̭̖̓̾̒̀̏̂̓̐̅̓̾̌͝͝N̸̬̥͇͓͊̿̾͘͝

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P̶̢̡̹̮͖̙͉͎͓̙͎͕̝̟̺̜͖͍̜̤̲͔̱̮̳̫̜̣̈̈̆́̄͠͝U̴̡̨̡̧̧̧̱̯͚̥͓͔̝͓̗̰̬̞͙̘͎͆̃͑̓̈́̾ͅR̵̡̢̡̛̞͍͈̠͕̖̞̲̞̩̯̯̜̘̫̥̭͕͙̹̖̗̙̎̌̍̊̈̆̽̈́̄̋̈́̃̏̊̂͊̋̐̚̚̚͜͝͝͝͠ͅG̴͇̱̰͔̲̪̜̞̖̰͍̯̬̖̗̭̟͛̈́̀͑̋͐̀͐̄̎̑̾̽̎̓̍͂̈́̚͝͠ͅȨ̵̛̟̪͕̣̤̻͉̃̎̐̒̊̃͋̃̿̃̈́̉́̀̎͊́͒̏̚̚̕͜͠͝͝͝ ̴̩͓͇̭̠̭͉͋̋͊͆͌͋̽͋͆̌̀͝T̵̘͈̻͎͚͉̳̩̘͖̼̘̭͎̬͓͉͖̳͓͉̘͖͖̿̉͗͐̓̌͋͑͘͜͝͠ͅḪ̸̡̢̢̲̻̟͈̰͙̯̙̳̟͚̱̝̥̝̭̭̣͙̗͙̬͕̈̔̈́̊́̽̿̾̔̎̌͌̔̓͗̀̓͜ͅE̷̡̜͙̗̥̱͈̘̮̰͎̞̺̣͔͚̎́ ̸̨̮̙͖̭̳̰͉͇͉̲̰͓͙͕̖͖͈͍̦̱͍͌̀͑̉̈́̈́̃́͆̽̈́̉̅͛́̏͋̓́̇̈́͑́̈͘͜͠͝F̷̡͔̱̝̮͉͙̦͂͋̀̆̀̿̅̐̋̐͌̑̌̄̂͘͘̕Û̵̯̞̲̞̯̘͇̯̳̰̥͊̓̿C̵̡̢̗̘̱̠͈̳͙̲̮̻̻͙̳̘̾̅͑͊̒͑̑́͆̓̉̈́̌͒́͑̏̇͋͊̂̔̆̄̓̚̕̕͠K̸̡̹̰̩̭̰̹͉̫̅̆͌̎́͊͌̀̈́͛̽̽̀̿̊̉̋̓̌̇̀͂͘̕͝Į̵͖̩̞͉͔͎̗̋̓N̸̡͗̿̈G̸̤̦͎̻̫̠̗͛̐̒́̾̉͒͛̍̂͗͌̾͆̂͋͑̃͝͝ͅ ̸̧̨͚̺̫̤̳̼̙͓̯͚̺͕̞̫͈͉̖̱̹̣̹͓͙̠͚̟̘̅̀̊̑͂̿̿̀͂̒͋̒̽̈́͋̕͝͝͠Ş̴̨̡̢̧̡͕̮̯̤̯̰͍̘͍̦͙͉̘͈̼̪̝͖͖͈̭̠̒́͐̋̉̾̂̆̀̋̉̀͝͝͠͝ͅN̴̢̛̛̛̥̗̏̈́̈̀͂͐̓̉̍͛͑͛͛͝A̷̡̧̡̢̛̛̦̲̠̭̗͈̠̭̺͖͕̤̥̻̞̺̫͕͖̮̙͔̤͕̝̋͐̌́̃͋̔͑̍̐̈́̂͂͝K̵̨̡̛͍̥̮̰͖̤̰̞̞̪̜̪̩̯̙̗̯̈́̀̂͂͂̓͘͜͜ͅḜ̷̗̪́̄̐̇̀̇̾̈͆͠

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Best Of Us Hidden Moments

A Moment Between Chapter 20 and 21: So You’d Want More

Summary: just little moments that I thought up after posting a chapter or just didn't flow like I wanted to

Pairing: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby Omega!Reader

Warning: A/O/B!Vers, angst, fluff, smut(all the warnings on the main story tbh)

AN: No taglist as of now for this little sub-series of Best Of Us. Wanna mainly focus onto the main story. Will be trying to post this in between chapter in no logical order tbh they're just gonna be tossed out there. 

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You were nervous-fingers typing away on an essay that you honestly had no clue on how to write. Yet here you were-winging it- teeth slightly grinding and you swear you were sweating. Yoongi was typing away his eyes casting to the paper files then back to his desk top- after he had asked you out on a date you had instantly fallen into a slightly awkward yet comfortable silence. You had finished what little work Jin had given you- having argued that you could handle more yet the older Alpha shook his head and huffed that you had a paper to write. An economics paper- the dreaded paper one that you only had a title page for and nothing else. The five page paper that was due by the end of the night. You were at this point just bullshitting half of the stuff you were writing and you couldn’t help the anxious laughter as you suddenly dropped your head down into your arms. Groaning.

“Pup?” Yoongi mumbles, making you shake your head as your laughter slightly grows as you move to sit back up as you look at him- his head slightly tilting as his slick back hair slightly moves as he sits back away from his computer. His eyes were moving from you to your computer screen and his smile grew as he watched you pout. “What is it?”

“I hate Economics-and yeah I get it it is very important for this career but still- it feels pointless.” You ramble as he chuckles “And this paper-this paper is literally gonna drive me to jump out your window- I don't understand the topic I was given let alone whatever-that mess I’ve written.” You finished with a huff, eyes closing arms crossing over your chest as you hear him inhale- the sound of his chair rolling right next to yours, his body heat radiating off of him onto you as his arms slid across the back of your chair, the other gripping your laptop and scrolling up.

“Let me see if I can help.” He mumbled making your nod as you unconsciously leaned your head against his shoulder making him tense up slightly-which in turn made you inhale and lift your head. Though his hand lands on your shoulder and slides up your neck making you look over as he smiles at you.

“Sorry I just wasn't ready for that, come back here." he whispered, making you smile as you moved to rest your head back on his shoulder. His hand is still pressing against your neck- his thumb running against your scent gland as he reads through your works-half chuckling at certain parts and then he stops and removes his hand from your neck, sliding it under you and reaching around to the keyboard to delete and retype a sentence. “That was worded horrible-how are you a senior in college.”

“I'm second in my class.”

“If they saw the sentences that would change everything.” He mumbles a teasing tone as you smack his leg making him chuckle as you feel lips press to the top crown of your head. “Also if this is you bullshiting I really want to read a paper of yours actually trying. I can see why you’re top of your class.”

“Second.” You grumbled making him huff as he stopped scrolling and moved his hand to your thigh.

“I know the only reason why you’re second and not first is because you’re an omega-so you to me are top of the class.” His words had your face heating up- your mind going hazy as you let out a soft purr like sound making him chuckle as you pull away and clear your throat, though he doesn't let you get far. “Hey-hey look at me-well hello there baby.” he muttered when seeing how dilated your eyes were-it had you closing your eyes, hands reaching to cover your face but his hands caught your wrist. “Oh no don't hide.” He chuckled his minty breath fanning your face as you felt the tip of his nose against yours as his lips gently brush against yours. “You’re fucking adorable.” he mumbled arms wrapping around you after he had turned your chair towards him. His nose brushed into your hair as you awkwardly bent forward.

“Small.” you whispered, making him chuckle again as he pulls back hand moving to your neck, thumb at the base of your chin as his pointer fingers brushes against your ear. It had you whining as he smiled at you. “Stopppp.” You whine making his laughter grow even more.

“Comeback-then we’ll work on this paper together okay? I’ll be your wall to bounce ideas off of.” nodding you let yourself breath-closing your eyes as you tried to focus on you. The way your clothes move against your skin, your hair was being slightly tugged at by the hair tie-the way his skin burned yours. It had you opening your eyes and blinking rapidly as you huff at the Alpha in front of you-his half gummy smile as his brown eyes stared into you. The feeling of his hand back at the base of your neck-brushing agasing against your scent gland really wasn't helping you ground yourself.

“Stop.” You grumbled, arms moving to push his hand away as he bites a laugh- his head shaking as he dropped his hand from your neck-though the moment his body heat wasn't against yours you felt this overwhelming feeling of sadness-of fear. His eyes widened as your sweet  cookie scent started to burn as he quickly moved back in front of you-hand placing itself right back at the base of your neck, thumb moving across your skin as he pressed his forehead against yours. It had your scent changing- sweetening back up as he chuckles at you.

“Though you knew how to control your drops without an Alpha." His teasing words came after a couple of minutes of the two of you justin sitting there-it had you huffing eyes opening-mind clear as you pushed his hand off of your neck as you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Don’t make me rethink going on that date.”

“Oh no whatever shall I do-” he mumbles sarcastically, making you swat at his arm as he let out a soft chuckle as he grabbed the bottom of your chair moving his legs apart so he could roll you and your chair between them. Squishing your knees in the process. “My little Alpha heart can’t take the thought.” He pauses, eyes locked with yours as his hands resting on your thigh as you let out a shaky breath-his hand sliding up your thigh the feeling of his warm calloused hand against your skin had you shivering. Your inner omega rolling on her back- submitting- yet you fell frozen. “Of you not with me tonight.” He mumbled his fingers drawing shapes as he kept his eyes locked on yours. “Just pains me to my core.” His lips suddenly touch yours, his hand squeezing as you let out the most drawn out whine you’ve ever heard. It had him chuckling as he pulled away.

“Why’d you stop?”

“So you’d want more.” He shrugged, making you huff as he pushed you back to your original spot. Rolling next to you as he smiled at you. “Now let's get this paper finished.”

[cybervom1t]

drunk and i can’t stop singing this song to myself in the tub so here enjoy

[42frankee]

Bou - F*ck Jump Up (feat. B Live 247) by DnB Allstars https://ift.tt/ykACezX

[lil-ichigo-bunny]

!!!💖 m watchd new monstr high movi n s soooos cute!! s diff from da orginl bu m wuv s!! n maks m wuv m dollies evn mor!!💖💖 especilly frankie!!!!! 🥺💖

[aurisfixation]

where you get ya badda from?

[killianhemlock]

RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH LINK WINTERSSSSSSS RRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHH WAAAHHHHHHH

“I GET IT. THIS WONT STOP UNTIL I DIE. BUT WHEN I DIE, I WANT IT TO HURT.”

WHEN MY FRIENDS LEAVE, WHEN I HAVE TO LET GO. WHEN THIS ENTIRE TOWN IS WIPED OFF THE MAP, I WANT IT TO HURT. BAD. I WANT TO LOSE. I WANT TO GET BEATEN UP. I WANT TO HOLD ON UNTIL IM THROWN OFF AND EVERYTHING ENDS.”

AND YOU KNOW WHAT? UNTIL THAT HAPPENS, I WANT TO HOPE AGAIN. AND I WANT TO HURT. BECAUSE THAT MEANS IT MEANT SOMETHING. IT MEANS I AM SOMETHING, AT LEAST.”

…PRETTY AMAZING TO BE SOMETHING, AT LEAST.”

[unbanglatv]

Juyar Jonno Bou Bondhok | জুয়ার জন্য বউ বন্ধক | Short film Part 1

[shysheeperz]

[pangtasias-atelier]

A Blueberry Surprise

The very first commission done! This short little story involving Gri/ss and a blueberry Bou/cheron was done for my buddy @fillip003

I haven't done much blueberry inflation but I do kinda like it ngl especially for fe guys

“Hmm? What’s all this?”  The veil of darkness offered by the waning crescent moon high above them broken up by a scant few lit candles waiting for him, Boucheron stares at the unexpected sight in front of him.

“Thank you for helping me with that corrupted thief,” The note awaiting him reads, the signature underneath it the delicately neat cursive usual of Alear’s. A freshly baked pie in front of him, the dessert is massive as it fills up most of the table, the massive pastry seemingly made with the largest pie dish in the Somniel —if not all of Elyos. The sugary aroma wafts as it struggles to maintain its intoxicatingly inviting warmth in the near dead of night. 

And Boucheron sits at the table. His growling stomach, demanding something to sate itself with such a treat tauntingly placed in front of him. “I guess I haven’t been too quiet about my late night snacks,” He whispers to himself before cutting into the pie with the provided cutlery, the dessert easily giving into the sharp knife.

Unbeknownst to Boucheron, his gifter waits for him outside, Griss spying on him through the window. “Why pretend to be so coy?” Griss flashes a grin at him. Sharp canine teeth gleam in the dead of the night, the flickering red glow of the candle melding with his bright red tattoos and piercing eyes as he watches from afar. “You always sneak food from the Cafe Terrace. You even have a nice little paunch to show for it,” He mutters to himself as he covers his mouth. His eyes shift downward at the bit of a tummy Boucheron sports. The lowest button is strained against it, the white fabric of his button gathering from the strain. 

As if sensing the intent from Griss, Boucheron glances down at his little belly. “I can always work it off. I always do,” He reaffirms himself with a contented smile. He plops a hefty forkful of the blueberry pie in his mouth. The next bite comes easily to Boucheron. And the next.

The edges of Griss’ smile spread further across his face once he sees Boucheron finally take a bite of the pie he so carefully and dedicatedly made just for him. He keeps his thoughts to himself as he watches, well aware of Boucheron’s claim no longer able to be true after his ‘little’ experiment comes to fruition. The pie made by his magic, the spiked creation had been done on a whim —like most of Griss’ actions— as payback for bumping into him on one of his lost escapades. 

He eats the personally prepared treat as if it were the finest thing that makes even the freshest goods available in Flora Mill’s patisseries pale in comparison.

“Excellent,” Griss turns his attention away from Boucheron’s ill fitted clothes and to his face. A barely perceptible speck of rich, navy blue mars Boucheron’s nose. “I made it all just for you. I’m sure a growing boy like you could use all the calories,” He snickers, leaning forward as he presses himself against the open windowsill, his thin yet defined abdomen touching wood. 

The speck of blue soon turns to a blotch on Boucheron’s face, more and more of his ivory skin transforming into a deep blue shade as Boucheron continues to heap praise onto what he thinks is Alear’s baking by showing just how much  he loves it. Another slice of pie ends up on his plate —courtesy of himself— the near instant he finishes his first. Boucheron voraciously tears through the twice as big slice; bits and specks of the sugary sweet confection splattered on his mouth and cheeks. Not that they’re very noticeable for much longer with Boucheron’s entire face soon matching the very same color.

Griss continues to watch as Boucheron devours more of the pie, each slice he cuts himself larger than the last. His eyes continue to stay on Boucheron himself though. The shade of blue travels further down Boucheron’s body; his neck matches his face before even his defined collarbones even match that as well. His clothes unfortunately obstruct the rest of the transformation.

Boucheron huffs as he feels as if a silver axe is weighing him down, his weight suddenly bearing down on him at all once. He rests his hand on his gut. The resulting squelch catches his attention. He feels his clothes beginning to strain against his swelling body, his width filling up more of his seat as he grows.

“Wh-what!” The seat crashes down onto the floor, chair upturned as Boucheron stands. Looking down at himself, he sees the blue seep onto his arms, the forearms and wrists suspiciously matching the shade of his pie. “Alear! What did he…” Boucheron shouts before quieting down upon remembering the hour. He glances around.

His clothes continue to struggle against his bulging body. The buttons of his shirt are the first to come undone, the few buttons that were once holding on for dear life now clattered uselessly onto the floor. And his blue gut is in early full display for him. The semi taut gut still pushes further out. A belt quickly comes clattering to the ground after a bit of struggling. 

“I gotta…” Boucheron huffs. He takes a step forward, his widened thighs cumbersomely large. “Gotta oughhh…” HIs body sloshes with his labored steps, his entire body churning with newfound liquid. His bright orange pants begin to tighten around him. The waistband digs into his blubbery flesh.

“Surprise~” Griss suddenly appears behind Boucheron; he grabs him by the engorged wrist. “Where do you think you’re going? And after all the trouble I went through making this for you. Why don’t you take a rest? You really look like you need it,”

“Y-you!” Boucheron heaves as he grabs himself, hands groping his bulging near spherical gut. The last remaining bits of his clothes soon turn into shreds as he feels more juice filling him up. “You did this, Griss? Ugh, of course you did,” His arms struggle to hold up his gut, overburdened arms quickly losing all sort of musculature they once had. He also feels his arms slowly sink into his enormity with his figure ever so slowly encroaching into spherical territory; all semblance of his former fit self is taken over by Griss’ magic. Words fail him at first, his eyes enraptured at the sight in front of him for a brief moment, hands caressing his bulging width. He holds back a moan once his pants finally tear. Free from the confines of them, his boots don’t last much longer, all of his girth exposed to the elements. The cold wind he feels seemingly sobers him up, Boucheron taking another step.

“I’m leaving,” Boucheron decides with another step towards the exit. So tauntingly far —as if he were back marching past Brodia’s borders so many months ago—  Boucheron wipes away the sweat trickling down his face. And he sees nothing but more droplets of juice.

“No need to be so shy. Especially when you’re already such a fat ass,” Griss decides for the two of them and pushes Boucheron down onto his back. “I mean, everyone has to know about how much you’ve been stuffing yourself lately,” He hastily climbs on top of him, the second half of the pie in hand. His clothes end up drenched in blueberry juice.

Boucheron glares up at Griss past his own bulging cheeks which begin to take up more of his vision, the deep blue of his own skin obstructing his peripheral vision. “So! That doesn’t mmpph…” More pie ends up in Boucheron’s mouth, Griss feeding it to him. 

“Make sure you watch where you walk next time. Though, I guess I don’t have to worry about you bumping into me for a long time. Especially since you don’t seem to be in a rush to fix this huh,”

Boucheron’s cheeks are marred with a darker tinge of blue, the deeper shade something akin to a blush. But he says nothing, his half lidded eyes as he accepts the food all the confirmation Griss needs.

“I’m just helping you relax. No need to pretend like you’re not enjoying yourself,” Griss laughs in Boucheron’s face, a large chunk of pie in hand.

Boucheron only lets out a moan, his breath coming out in deep huffs as he stares up at Griss. “This… this is good. Give haahh me the-hmmpphh!” 

Griss shoves more pie into Boucheron’s mouth. He feels him swell underneath him, the straddling position he uses to sit on him no longer working with him swiftly spreading out. “Good. Now, I’d hate for this pie to go to waste. Don’t you think the same?” Griss keeps shoveling more pie down Boucheron’s throat. He laughs all the while, watching as the Cafe Terrace begins to feel cramped from his size alone. And sitting atop him, he himself is dwarfed by Boucheron’s enormity, Boucheron becoming completely helpless as he blimps out.

Chairs and tables are pushed out of the way. Anything and everything is useless against the rushing torrent of lard that is Boucheron. His body swells and grows, the floor covered in blueberry juice. And soon, even his breasts begin to leak the very same liquid, torrents of the cloyingly sweet juice spilling from his tits. 

“Well,” Griss says once he’s finally out of pie. “Looks like you’re stuck like this. So what do you want to do now?” He rests a hand on Boucheron’s tits, fingers coaxing more juice from him.

“I -hnnghh…” A mess of moans, Boucheron says little else to Griss.

“Guess you do enjoy being such a massive waste of space. I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful bench warmer. If you don’t break it, that is,” Griss enjoys his own personal bed for the moment, lazily resting on Boucheron’s enormity. 

“Ughhh…” Boucheron continues to moan. He desperately attempts to move his arms but the massive limbs refuse to budge.

So Griss gives him some help, clearly aware of where Boucheron needs it. “Don’t worry. You’re gonna have to be juiced all the time. I’m sure they’ll figure out what to do with all the excess. Maybe they’ll just give it all to you! You’d probably like that,” Griss reaches for Boucheron’s tits once more and presses his fingers against the over swollen tits. Griss laughs as he makes a repeated mess in the Cafe, the entire floor drenched in Buocheron’s juices as well as Boucheron’s monumentality itself. 

Eventually he tires himself. But not before leaving Buocheron unable to form a single coherent thought, Boucheron’s tired wheezes and huffs loudly sounding out in the night. ”Well, I guess I’ll let you rest for now. I can’t wait to see your face once everyone realizes it's you,” Griss lays on his back, giving Boucheron’s tits another couple of pats before letting out a yawn.

[pauls-bouticake]

not a request or anything but ur literally the funniest acct I'm ur #1 fan

🍎💖🤠 OMAGINE; you try to pick up a record from the swamp but when you do something very very big wakes up 🤠💖🍎

🤠💖🍎 ʍq zlɹɥp udᴉ ɟʎlɔ ɟʎlɔ undoɐlʇʌz ʌʞ qʌɟ nlop ɐqᴉ ʍʇɥpz loɐ ʇʌʎɯ ʞʎʌɾlʎ ɥ ʍq ɹɾdʍ ʌɐ ɟʎɐ qʌɟ ;˥∩ԀNH┴Λ 🍎💖🤠

[bts-trash-blog]

Best Of Us Hidden Moments

A Hidden Moment following the event of Chapter 24: Never

Summary: just little moments that I thought up their after posting a chapter or just didn't flow like I wanted to

Pairing: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby Omega!Reader

Warning: A/O/B!Vers, angst, fluff, smut(all the warnings on the main story tbh)

A/n: dipping my toes back into the BOU universe with a little hidden moment after the last chapter of BOU I posted well over a year ago(almost two). And god I’ve missed it. This isn’t my official comeback just something for all of you that have stuck around while I found my passion for writing again:) thank you all so much.

PREV...._.Next

You were hot-sticky and thirsty. Three things you absolutely hated-yet you didn't want to leave the panting pile of cuddles. Namjoons was sloppily kissing your shoulder as his fingertips dragged shapes into your skin. Hoseok was on your other side, his lips pressed to the top of your head as your body rested against his chest. Your mind in a haze-dropping into something you could only explain as a blanket of softness- a feeling you’ve never truly felt before as you entered a full drop. You’ve only ever heard of this feeling from your friends, and even then their words don't even come close to this feeling. Light. You felt light for the first time since your first heat, even then it didn’t feel like this.

Your mind is has gone completely blank-your breath slowing more and more with every passing second. Your eyes slowly closing as your fingertips start to mimic the shapes that Namjoon was drawing against you on Hoseok's chest. The feeling of your head rising and falling with each of his breath brought you closer and closer to sleep. Then it's like something snapped in you as Hoseoks grabs a piece of your hair, twirling it between his fingers. It felt like a crashing wave against cracked glass, your shoulders slightly tenseing, so slight you wouldn’t have guessed anyone would have noticed. But you were wrong. It had Hoseok's hand moving under your chin and lifting your head up to look up at him.

“Hi there princess- you there?” His voice was soft- his nose nudging against yours as you shook your head slowly blinking up at him as he chuckled softly at you. “Okay-what about you baby boy?” He asked as the Omega behind you grunted, his chin hooking over your shoulder as you heard him letting out a soft breath.

“I'm good. Just happy.” Namjoons words had Hoseok's chuckling as you blush. Your mind slowly coming back more and more as you grew cold. You’re naked. Holy shit you’re naked.

“Can I get the sheet or something?” You mumbled softly voice slightly shaking. Hearing Namjoon sigh a kiss dragging across your shoulder as he lifted himself from your back. His hand moved to pull you from Hoseok’s chest-a playful growl passing said Alphas lips as you roll onto your back. Your eyes look up and meet his-fuck-they’re blow out and glossed over his swollen lips parted and glossy. The way he gives you a soft smile he suddenly dives on top of you, making a grunt leave your lips. His hips pressed against yours, the feeling of his boxers against your still bare sensitive cunt had your inventory buckling up into him. “Sensitive.” You whimper as he chuckles at you his lips pressing to your scent glands as one of his hands moves down to rub against your outer thigh. One of your hands automatically falls into his messy hair, his breathing almost turned into a purring sounds as a giggle filling the room as you look over to your Alpha. Hoseoks eyes were soft, smile big and his scent was minty pushing around you like a fresh breeze. “Still cold-and kinda naked.” You mumble making the two men laugh as you feel Namjoon rub his cheek against your shoulder.

“Just how we like it-well besides the cold-shit you are cold.” Hoseok mumbled when his hand moved from where it was in your hair to your bare none Namjoon filled should. You watch as the Alphas eyes widen then his body quickly diving down and pulling the flat sheet of the bed over the two of you. His own body stays out from it making your lips turn from a teasing smile to a pout as he tucks the two of you in.Huffing at the Alpha as he tries to leave the bed-hand leaving Namjoons hair your hand wraps around his wrist. Landing back onto his knees on the bed he bends down, one hand landing next to your head as the other cups your face as he pressed a kiss to your lips. Making you mind draw a blank- any and all awareness of being nude underneath Namjoon going away. When he pulls away a pout falls right back onto your lips making him smile down at you, his hand moving to soothe your hair down, then moves his hand to rest on the back of Namjoons head.

“Joonie? Keep pup warm for Alpha-gotta get you guys clean, gonna run the shower. I'll be right back I promise.” His words had the male on top of you nodding as you close your eyes, fingers threading back through Namjoons hair. The feeling of the Omegas lips pressing along your collarbone-the feeling brought chills under every spot he touched. The soft feeling was making you slowly drift as your heart the bathroom door close.

When the feeling of Namjoon lips started to press roughly against your skin-it had your eyes opening. Confusion as the sweet scent of peaches started to go sour. He’s sad? Why is he sad? Does he regret it? Your fingers stopped moving as he let out a shaken breath when he pulled away and looked at you. His eyes wide, blown out as tears suddenly line his eyes making your other leg wrap around his waist rolling the two of you over. Following your instincts without a single thought as you land on top of his chest.

“Omega?” You wonder out loud, hand moving wrapping around his head as your forehead pressed against his. It makes him chirp as his hand rests on top of your thighs, the sound of him swallowing as he takes another shaky breath in had your tilting your head as on of your hands moves to his chin. Moving his forhead to alone with yours as your rested agains him. “Joonie?”

“I thought you were gonna leave us. Leave me. That we ruined everything…that I ruined everything.” He rambles out-it was jumbled together into a whisper of words as you ‘shush’ him though he shakes his head as he blinks. A tear falling down, your thumb caching it as he looks up at you. “Every single second up till this point I thought you’d leave.”

“Joonie, what?” You whisper, making him close his eyes “I was hurt-mad but I wasn’t gonna leave you over this.” You feel as he takes a deep breath in as he smiles softly as his eyes open again. Though his eyes held a twist of sadness as the feeling of his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin nodding. “Do..so you need to talk about it more?” He closes his eyes, twitching his nose as he nods. Eyes opening back up as you give him a soft smile.

“I’m terrified I’m gonna end up being alone.” His voice was a feather like whisper as he kept his eyes locked with yours. “It’s why I’ve alway been so possessive over Hobi and Yoon-what..what if they find someone new? Better more Omega- and just leave? Just leave me?” His voice tapered off as his eyes closed and his scent was rotten pears, overly sweets peaches and soured sweet cream. It had you wanting to almost gag-hearing the shuffling a feet and the smell of Hoseok pushing his scent under the door had you and the Omega below you relax. “I don't know why..just…people leave. I didn't want you to leave. I don’t want you to leave. I need you with me-with our Alphas.” He takes a deep breath in, pink tongue peaking out from his lips as he blinked up at you. The slight gleam of his tears had you hand moving to cup his cheek thumb wiping under his eye as you nod, making him swallow as his eyes close. “Every single one of my partners before the boys left-said I was too much or-or just not enough. That I was the only problem.So I get in my head-and it's hard to get out of it with a new situation…and you’re new.”

“I get that.” You whisper, making him nod eyes open as he leans up lips pressing against yours as a smile lift onto your lips. It makes him smile his dimples in show as you nuzzle your nose to his. “New is hard-change is hard. Time…time helps a lot with change.”

“The boys have also helped a lot they always help me process my thoughts like this…” he pauses as you feel his hand slid from one of your thighs up your hips to your lower back. “Though with you everything is so new and I don’t want to fuck this up and every which way it feels like I am.” You raise your eyebrow, a question on your lips as he sighs up at you-the sound of running water makes your heart speed up. Hoseoks slowly cracked the door, your eyes meeting as you glare softly making his eyes widen as he shuts the door. “See I just fucked up-alpha is trying to do aftercare and I’m making it all about me.” his eyes close-tears falling as you shake your head lips pressing across his cheeks. Every breath he took he seemed to check on, gets each kiss you press seemed to steady his lungs. As you finally land your lips back onto his, the feeling of him finally catching his breath had relief fill you chest. Pulling away hair falling ino your face making you huff. One of his hands reached up, pushing it back over your shoulders.

“Joonie-I want it to be about you-my life is going to be you…and stop saying you’re fucking up baby.”

“But I do-I always fuck up.”

“How? How have you fucked up?”

“I mean I tried to attack you when I first met you.”

“I mean now that I know what you have it makes sense.” Your words had a giggle passing up his chest as his hand moved to grab one of yours, fingers threading together. His lips pressed against your hands as he looked back up at you.

“Or when-when I growled at Bambam.”

“I mean I’d do the same.”

“I’ve growled at your mother.”

“I’ve done the same.”

“I didn’t ask enough questions at the start.”

“You have time now.”

“But what if I’m not enough?” You pause, smile dropping as you move down, pressing your forehead back against his as you take a deep breath in. Hair falling caging your faces together as the sound of the shower running and Hoseok's whistling as the afternoon sun cast between the rooms blackout currents and it gleams against Namjoons skin through your strands of hair. How could he ever think he wasn’t enough? You felt your eyes water, and you felt yourself finally resting fully against him, weighing him down with you entirely. You give him a broken smile as you traced his lips down to his chin with your pointer finger. How could he ever be less than this? Less than perfect. “What if you do leave me? Leave us?”

“Are you gonna leave me?” Your question had him sitting up, your body sliding down to his thighs as he grabs your face and glares.

“Never.” You smile brightly, head tilting as your legs move to wrap behind him as you feel the sheet slip down, arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss him.

“And I wouldn’t want to ever leave you.” You pause your eyes closing as you press your forehead against his. “I’m new with…all of this and the three of you have made me feel so safe…for the most part.” You mumble under your breath as you look into his eyes. “One mistake-one that you three didn’t know was one-isn’t gonna have me leaving.” The words that passed your lips had a rattling breath leave him as you give him a bright smile. Arms wrapped around him as you being to rock the two of you, chirps passing your lips as you notice his scent slowly twisting back. Pears and peaches ripe and sweet. Just how it should be. Hoseok clearing his throat had you blink your eyes open and see at the still very dry Alpha standing at the steam filled bathroom.

“Showers ready.”

“We are too. Come on baby.” You whisper against Namjoon's shoulder pulling away and crawling out of bed. As your feet meet the floor Hoseok was in front of you helping you up out of the bed. A kiss pressed passionately yet softly against your lips has his hand slips from yours to your jaw. It had you breathing a soft puff as he smiled down at you when he pulled away. His nose touching yours as he lets his hands drop from your face.

“Good job pup.” Pride spreads across your chest at the praise given to you. Moving forward and turn waiting for Namjoon as he gets up behind you. “Let's get cleaned up, then we’ll eat.”

“Yay food!” You cheer, making Namjoon giggle as the three of you trail back into the bathroom. You bullying your way into the shower letting the pressurized water spray down on your body first. The heat pelting on your slight tense back as your hand reaches up to go through your hair when you feel your arms sliding around your body. “I'm starving.” You giggle softly making Hoseok laugh as you turn around and sigh as you see his bright smile and bare chest. “I always hear how hungry Lisa or Bam would get after..after stuff and I never got it till now.” You awkwardly giggle as you catch Namjoon slipping into the massive shower his eyes meeting yours. “Anyway…” You trail off blinking quickly as you pull away and look around you the shampoo and conditioner you had used the last time you were here. Seeing it you quickly move to wash it through your hair though Hoseok swats your hand gently away.

“Alpha cleans.” His voice was playful with a smile as you huffed as the feeling of his hands moving to take the shampoo. Soon he was scratching at your scalp making you grunt in response as suddenly Namjoon was moving around the two of you, helping rinse your hair.

“Me next.” He whispered, moving your wet hair to the side and pressing a kiss, quickly you switch places as Hoseok smiles at Namjoon. “Hi Alpha.”

“Hi baby boy. How are you feeling?”

“Better, pup helped a lot.” His words had you look over to Hoseok and smile as the two of you moved to wrap him into your arms. “You guys always help.”

[richincolor]

New Releases

All of these books look interesting to me. I don't even know which book I want to add to my TBR reading list first. 

Gita Desai Is Not Here to Shut Up by Sonia Patel Penguin/Nancy Paulsen Books

It’s eighteen-year-old Gita Desai’s first year at Stanford University, and it’s a miracle she’s here and not already married off by her traditional Gujarati parents. She’s determined to death-grip her good-girl, model-student rep all the way to medical school, which means no social life or standing out in any way. Should be easy: If there’s one thing she’s learned from her family it’s how to chup-re—to “shut up,” fade into the background.

But when childhood memories of her aunt’s desertion and her then-uncle’s best friend resurface, Gita ditches the books night after night in favor of partying and hooking up with strangers. Still, nothing can stop the nagging voice in her head that’s growing louder and louder, insisting something’s wrong… and the only way she can burst forward is to stop shutting-up about the past.

Click below to read about all of this week's new releases.

Ida, in Love and in Trouble by Veronica Chambers Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Before she became a warrior, Ida B. Wells was an incomparable flirt with a quick wit and a dream of becoming a renowned writer. The first child of newly freed parents who thrived in a community that pulsated with hope and possibility after the Civil War, Ida had a big heart, big ambitions, and even bigger questions: How to be a good big sister when her beloved parents perish in a yellow fever epidemic? How to launch her career as a teacher? How to make and keep friends in a society that seems to have no place for a woman who speaks her own mind? And – always top of mind for Ida – how to find a love that will let her be the woman she dreams of becoming?

Ahead of her time by decades, Ida B. Wells pioneered the field of investigative journalism with her powerful reporting on violence against African Americans. Her name became synonymous with courage and an unflinching demand for racial and gender equality. But there were so many facets to Ida Bell and critically acclaimed writer Veronica Chamber unspools her full and colorful life as Ida comes of age in the rapidly changing South, filled with lavish society dances and parties, swoon-worthy gentleman callers, and a world ripe for the taking.

Till the Last Beat of My Heart by Louangie Bou-Montes HarperCollins

When you grow up in a funeral home, death is just another part of life. But for sixteen-year-old Jaxon Santiago-Noble, it’s also part of his family’s legacy. Most dead bodies in the town of Jacob’s Barrow wind up at Jaxon’s house; his mom is the local mortician, after all. He doesn’t usually pay them much mind, but when Christian Reyes is brought in after a car accident, Jaxon’s world is turned upside down.

There are a lot of things Jaxon wishes he could have said to his once best friend and first crush. When he accidentally resurrects Christian, Jaxon might finally have that chance. But the more he learns about his newfound necromancy, the more he grasps that Christian’s running on borrowed time—and it’s almost out.

As he navigates dark, mysterious magics and family secrets, Jaxon realizes that stepping into an inherited power may also mean opening up old family wounds if he wants to keep the boy he may be falling for alive for good.

The Rez Doctor written by Gitz Crazyboy & illustrated by Veronika Barinova HighWater Press

Young Ryan Fox gets good grades, but he’s not sure what he wants to be when he grows up. It isn’t until he meets a Blackfoot doctor during a school assembly that he starts to dream big.

However, becoming a doctor isn’t easy. University takes Ryan away from his family and the Siksikaitsitapi community, and without their support, he begins to struggle. Faced with more stress than he’s ever experienced, he turns to partying. Distracted from his responsibilities, his grades start to slip. His bills pile up. Getting into med school feels impossible. And now his beloved uncle is in jail. Can Ryan regain his footing to walk the path he saw so clearly as a boy?

Desert Echoes by Abdi Nazemian HarperCollins

From Abdi Nazemian, the award-winning author of Like a Love Story and Only This Beautiful Moment, comes a suspenseful contemporary YA novel about loss and love.

Fifteen-year-old Kam is head over heels for Ash, the boy who swept him off his feet. But his family and best friend, Bodie, are worried. Something seems off about Ash. He also has a habit of disappearing, at times for days. When Ash asks Kam to join him on a trip to Joshua Tree, the two of them walk off into the sunset . . . but only Kam returns.

Two years later, Kam is still left with a hole in his heart and too many unanswered questions. So it feels like fate when a school trip takes him back to Joshua Tree. On the trip, Kam wants to find closure about what happened to Ash but instead finds himself in danger of facing a similar fate. In the desert, Kam must reckon with the truth of his past relationship—and the possibility of opening himself up to love once again.

Desert Echoes is a propulsive, moving story about human resilience and connection.

Between the Pipes Story by Albert McLeod with Elaine Mordoch and Sonya Ballantyne (Contributor) & illustrated by Alice RL HighWater Press

Thirteen-year-old Chase’s life and identity should be simple. He’s the goalie for his hockey team, the Eagles. He’s a friend to Kevin and Jade. He’s Kookum’s youngest grandchild. He’s a boy. He should like girls.

But it’s not that simple. Chase doesn’t like girls the way that the other boys do. It’s scary being so different from his peers. Scarier still is the feeling that his teammates can tell who he is—and that they hate him for it. If he pretends hard enough, maybe he can hide the truth.

Real strength and change can’t come from a place of shame. Chase’s dreams are troubled by visions of a bear spirit, and the more he tries to hide, the more everything falls apart. With the help of an Elder, and a Two-Spirit mentor, can Chase find the strength to be proud of who he is?

“Between the Pipes” explores toxic masculinity in hockey through the experiences of an Indigenous teen.

They Thought They Buried Us by NoNieqa Ramos Carolrhoda Lab

Horror fan and aspiring film director Yuiza gets a scholarship to a prestigious boarding school. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

As one of the few students of color at Our Lady of Perpetual Mercy, Yuiza immediately feels out of place. A brutal work-study schedule makes it impossible to keep up with the actual classes. Every expense, from textbooks to laundry, puts Yuiza into debt. And the behavior of students and faculty is… unsettling.

Yuiza starts having disturbing dreams about the school’s past and discovers clues about the fate of other scholarship students. It’ll take all Yuiza’s knowledge of the horror genre to escape from Our Lady’s grasp.

How to Lose a Best Friend by Jordan K. Casomar MTV Books

For as long as anyone can remember, Zeke Ladoja and Imogen Parker have been best friends. Their classmates, their parents, and even the school custodian think that they’re meant to be together. And that’s exactly what Zeke wants: for Gen to be his girlfriend. Now that she’s about to be sixteen (and allowed to date), Zeke is finally going to tell her how he feels—in front of everyone at her birthday party.

Imogen loves Zeke with all her heart, but only as a friend. The pressure to be with Zeke has sometimes been overwhelming, but up to this point, she’s been able to manage it. Then she falls for the new boy, Trevor Cook, and she knows the news will devastate Zeke. The last thing she wants to do is hurt her best friend, but she also resents the fact that no one seems to care about what she wants.

The night of Gen’s party, everything goes wrong. There’s backlash, most of it directed at Gen, and Zeke feels emboldened. He isn’t about to give up on his feelings, and he’ll do whatever it takes to prove that she made the wrong choice…even if it means destroying their friendship. But Gen isn’t about to give up on fighting for herself and the freedom to love the boy she wants, not the boy she’s expected to be with.

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joelhokka 10 years:

I don't know where it all startedWhat was the first spark to start a band & rule the world (or at least aim for it). Maybe it was just pure insanity from the start. A force nature or something like that. It was quite a hard to get friends & start a band to play music that wasn't a) puritanistical metal or b) indie rock (which was the coolest thing in early 2010's)But somehow we got it all together. First it was just me & @/joonasbc but very quickly we found the other members as well. Going solo wasn't (and is still not) an option (it feels like you have to pay your band to be your "friends" if you know what I mean?)So It had to be a band. I've always been a team player I'd go insane alone (and my ADHD is just too bad for handling everything).

Looking back the journey it all feels like yesterday but on the same time only like 100 years. Weird1/3 of my life has been just aiming towards the impossible. Learning, grinding, struggling, travelling, failing, sweatin', bleeding and then finally winning. But as long as we decide to do this the fight will go on. As I've got older I've realized that the numbers will drive you insane in a long run. So I've dived back to the square one what was the reason to start it all in the first place? For me the reason is fans. 100%.

In one week we'll raise the bar higher than ever. Carry on & thank you for reading this!

Pic 1: first festival shows ever

Pic 2: yung lads

Pic 3: first festival shows ever

Pic 4: winning @/ylex band competition & first show in legendary @/tavastia

Pic 5: first show outside Finland: Wacken Open Air 2014

Pic 6: yung bous with their first punk album Pic 7: First EU "tour"

Pic 8: First time meeting real rockstars & supporting @/hollywoodundead

Pic 9: yung boys in Germany

Pic 10: @/alexmattson accidentaly joined the band

Pic 11 (couldn't do more than 10 but as you know things got pretty wild after 2020...)

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