#best finger frand

[clairyclue]

my thoughts on Majestic Rep’s RTC

it’s a lot sorry guys

tags: @jencattv @ray-winters @keatondj

(spoilers below the cut)

you can tell when ocean starts questioning her attitude and how conflicted she is, especially right after WTWN 

jane gets startled so easily poor baby

noel’s riffs are amazing!! (noel’s lament)

the choreo is awesome too!

mischa is a such a sweetie he genuinely cares so much about the other choir members 

mischa flipping ocean off before “i love you guys” haha

constance’s finger guns after “fornication” 

constance laughing at ocean out down jokes and then switching up is so funny 

i love oceans line delivery she’s like three seconds snapping i love it 

jane going from being able to move

fluidly during the songs to being stiff again she looks so confused every time 

ricky. just ricky ❤️

connie i thought the crystal meth joke was funny 

^^ i love all the dialogue in that scene i don’t remember it in original cast slime tuts 

fuck mischa’s adopted parents fr you can tell his anger is a defense mechanism because when he feels comfortable with the choir he’s so sweet!!

MISCHA FALTERING WHEN SAYING HES TALIAS FIANCÉ 

“THANK YOU FOR KILLING MY MOTHER AND INDIRECTLY KILLING ME” 💔💔💔

MY LIFE IS AWESOME 

(i’m gonna start categorizing by song now i don’t have much for WTWN and Noel’s Lament so)

jane dope 🔥🔥

mlia gives mad sibling karaoke vibes 

karna i see u bopping along 

the singing too is immaculate 

OK JANE i see u dropping it down 

TALIA

this mischa genuinely seems so into it he deserves so much credit in way of character work 

the way he gets all bashful during his Talia monologue 💓

background harmonies (constance is carrying and also i can hear her so well!!)

again riffs!! well done 

the choreo goes crazy!! this applies to all the songs tho 

the arms making a steeple 🥺😩

THE ENDING RIFFS 💔💔💔😩😩😩😭😭🥺🥺😞😞

the projection i’m gonna end it all 💔

MISCHA FUCKING CRYING INTO NOELS SHOULDER HELPHELPHELP and even once the dialogue moves on he’s still clinging to him and Noel rubs his back

“ocean why aren’t you talking right now it’s weird” (ricky in the bg: ☝️)

i love u connie awkwardness 

jane is so reactive to everything she hears like a little puppy 

“OKAY!! 😁😁😁😁” (autismo lore dump time)

oceans face when he’s explaining it 😀 to 🙁 to 😟

AND THEN SHE FUCKING MOANS U CATHOLIC FREAK (no offense to catholics reading this)

noel’s face me too bud 

ricky’s lore is kinda gross just because it wasn’t always this way. but sigh what can you do

SPACE AGE BACHELOR MAN:

ricky my little freak boy ❤️

spacedolls realness coming through 

“sure…😬”

rip ricky u would have loved therian tiktok 

little curtain face thing “it gets weird now :)” (•.•)

“THAT SON OF A BITCH !! 😡😡😡”

the emotion behind his lines the whole time tbh adds to the comedy (“i thought i told them !! 😕😕”)

the ending “b-b-b- bachelor man!” (“meow!!”)

we love u mischa hype man (again sweetest man alive)

constance’s “oh man!” was so agressive i loved it the one in the soundtrack seems so sad. this constance is less shy more awkward and i love it

THE BALLAD OF JANE DOE:

i know i know. but choreo. 

vocals!! ily jenna 

bg vocals as well!! 

the mixing 🥹

OK THE OPT UP????

the choreo at “a choir never complete” reminds me of the opening funeral scene from beetlejuice. definitely fits the vibe!

the borderline growl/anger in “and i’m asking why lord” yes!!!!

she sounds so desperate. crying. 

“does no one care?!” again the anger and emotion!

THE BG VOCALS AT THAT ONE PART SO GOOD THEYRE ANGRY FOR HER IT SEEMS 

the roller coaster. them being sucked back into it choreo wise. reverse looking. 

THE HIGH NOTES 💋💋💋

ocean being the one to put the birthday costume on means a lot to me. idk

ocean comforting her too 🥰🥰

janes birthday claps!

SNATCH !! 🧁🧁

ocean doing connie’s hair ❤️

savannah scene!! 

we don’t get to see it but i know the waltz is happening 

“ur ma best frand 💓“

^ and then ocean immediately snaps my heart again. 

“no you don’t ocean. 😕”

i understand oceans monologue she just. executed it badly. 

constance 😝 beat her ass girl 

“or they’ll call you a cow” baby. come here. 💔

constance. i get you. i get u connie baby. 

JAWBREAKER/SUGAR CLOUD:

oceans face ❤️ i don’t know how to describe it but she looks. proud. and her sitting almost re-evaluating everything in the back. (assuming)

ricky giving her the mic ❤️

HER GIGGLE

them scooting her around aghhhahahdhdbdheh

cloud props!

CONFETTI AND BALLOONS AND IM SMILING LIKE A FOOL

jane looks so happy with her ballon skipping around 🥹

the ending!! ILY CONSTANCE 

mischa helping her down awww

ocean and connie hug!!

can’t forget the nischa hug

ocean losing her voice inflection and sounding so genuine. so scared. so raw. 

janey when she gets chosen 🥹🥹

ocean and connie hug 2

JANE REACHING FOR RICKY SNDBDJWKDJDKF

ITS NOT A GAME/ITS JUST A RIDE

crying over the ending brb 

the slideshow will always get me 

something about the whole scene. houfhhhhhhh

“and you give and choose while you live and lose” and the lines preceding it get me 🥹

ARE THOSE REAL VIDEOS OF JENNA?!?!?!

KARNA SOUNDING LIKE THEYRE GONNA CRY

the first lines of it’s just a ride. no music. so raw sounding 🥹 the teary voices. the haphazard harmonies. 

ocean and mischa holding each other. big bro little sis 💓

“WOO!”

THEIR FREESTYLE DANCING! 

they’re having so much fun. they’re dead but they’re LIVING for the first time. 

all of the hand holding. my babes. 

[woahitslucyylu]

NSFW Alphabet - Rio.

GIF is not mine, credit to OG creator. 

He felt left out, so I made him one too! Everyone’s favorite money launderer is here with allllll his dirty secrets. Enjoy, frands! 

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NSFW Alphabet A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Rio lives to take care of you. You hold him down and after sex, he’s just as gentle and compassionate. He will wrap you in his arms and remind you all the reasons that his success is yours too. A warm shower and a cold drink await you after most sessions complete with take out from your favorite restaurant. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Rio loves his lips/smile. He knows a simple smirk can make you melt into a puddle. He isn’t above using it to manipulate you in the best ways. A slow lick of the lips, a smug smile, or a soft kiss can buy him a few hours if he has fallen out of your good graces. 

He loves your hips and ass. Your curvy frame fits so perfectly with his slender muscular self. He loves to feel you soft against him in bed as he runs his hands over your curves - leaving your skin electrified under his touch. He loves the dip from your back to the top of your ass, the perfect place for his hands in all situations. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Inside or in your mouth - he finds your willingness to accept him in the most intimate ways erotic. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Rio loves to make movies. His favorite angle is when you’re on the bed, back arched, and ass pressed against him and he makes you fuck yourself as he watches himself disappear inside you. 

“Keep going, mama. I didn’t say stop.” The erotic sound of skin against skin filled the room as you rolled your hips against him, moans slipping through your mouth. “You’re such a good girl. Look at how you take me.” Your praise kink is on overdrive as you come apart beneath him - another Oscar worthy performance. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

His list isn't long, but he knows what he is doing. Always the gentleman, you come first, second, and third - he will leave your body sore and sleepy with his expert skills. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Rio loves you from behind - he loves watching your ass bounce as he pushes into the mattress. He lives for you on top too. When you just can’t wait any longer, and you take control. He lays back willingly, puts his hand behind his head, and watches you sink onto him - the stretch makes you bite your lip and lean forward. He will pull you close - holding your throat with ever so much pressure and thrust into you - leaving you panting and begging. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sarcasm, mild degradation, and dry humor are Rio’s calling cards and they don’t disappear in the bedroom. He will make you drip with his words, and chastise you for being so needy. As you grind against his jean-covered thigh, begging for more, he will reprimand you for making a mess - heat running through your body as he slides his fingers over you, feeling just how wet you really are. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Appearances are important, so he leaves nothing to be desired. He’s neat. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Rio spends his days playing a role and with you, the doors open and his real self tumbles out. He presses his forehead to yours and whispers sweet nothings as you greet him from his work day. He is content to watch you play Iron Chef in the kitchen as you talk about your days together. He finds the most comfort in breaking down the walls and letting you - physically and emotionally. 

J = Jack/Jill Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Rio may rub one out, because work has kept him away from you. The movies you create make it easy to remember how good you feel. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Needy, begging - Rio gets off on knowing you need him. It’s borderline codependent shit, but he loves it. When you pout around the house, your shirt tight and in just your panties, huffing and puffing while you wait for him to finish working is one of his favorite things. He knows you’re a brat, and he indulges in your tantrums, edging you until you slide into his lap, palming him through his pants and whisper how much you want him in your ear. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Rio moves in the shadows, so it only makes sense that he fucks in them too. Late nights at the warehouse have you laid across the table as he fucks you - erotic noises echoing through the empty room or you slide into the backseat of the wagon, sinking onto him as Mick waits dutifully outside as you chase your release. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Rio lives to provide for you, so being able to fulfill every request - sexual or otherwise - is his motivation. When the bills are paid, you have more than enough money in your account, and you can’t walk from countless orgasms, that’s when he feels most successful. When you came into his life, success suddenly meant something different and taking care of you in every aspect is his reason. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Rio is illusive, so threesomes are out of the question. He is invisible, and you’re really the only woman he needs. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

You’re a brat and Rio tames you on your knees as he fucks your throat relentlessly. He gazes at you through half-hooded eyes, watching you gag as you open your mouth wider for him. “Mama, just like that.” His hands thread through your hair, pulling the strands so rough that you moan against him - sending shivers through his body. “See, you can listen, can’t you?” 

On the flip side, Rio loves to eat you. He enjoys the feel of your full thighs around his face as you rock back and forth. You were so apprehensive at first, but he reassured you, “Darlin’, if I die underneath you, it will be the happiest moment of my life.” The feeling of power, yet subtle submissiveness in the act of you riding his face is a powerful aphrodisiac. 

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When he’s punishing you, he holds nothing back. You will feel every inch of him as he pushes you into the mattress or pulls you against him. Your skin will be marked and bruised, your ass sore from spanking - he will remind you he’s the boss. Yet, he has such gentleness when he’s reallllllly making love to you. His hands sliding over your breasts - just barely touching you as he kisses right beneath your ear, nipping and sucking as you moan beneath him. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

With Rio’s odd hours, sometimes a quickie is all you have and you will gladly take it any way you can. Sneaking away on lunch breaks is your MO and getting fucked raw in the parking lot by your crime boss boyfriend helps pass the rest of the day with ease. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Rio’s whole life is a risk, so it only makes sense that he takes calculated ones on with you. 

“When will they be here?” Your voice was soft in the dark car. “Not too much longer.” Rio threaded his fingers through yours - his thumb rubbing your hand reflexively. “Not too much longer, huh?” You inquired as you slid your hand over his jeans - feeling him grow hard underneath your touch. Your hands worked expertly to slide him out of his jeans - your mouth watering as you slid your tongue around his length. “Mami, now?” His dark eyes filled with lust as he watched your cheeks hollow - taking more in each time your head bobbed. Rio’s head laid back as you choked against his length, sliding your flat tongue, feeling each ridge. “Mama. Fuck.” His fingers pulled your hair - his tightening grasp directed your efforts as you felt him come undone - your throat filling with him. 

Sitting up, you wiped your mouth - a coy smirk breaking over your face as you realized Beth had been watching from the swing the whole time. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Rio can push you to your limits and he always makes sure you come first. You are more than accommodating and he spends his time worshipping you. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Rio is not a conventional lover, and he will gladly tie your hands - teasing you with the lack of touch while he stares down at you. “Oh mama, what do you want?” His voice rough into your ear as he rocks against your hips - his fingers expertly rubbing your clit as you struggle against the binds. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Rio knows how responsive you are and loves to leave you wanting more. A dirty whisper in your ear as you wait to be seated at dinner, his hand resting right above your ass, his beard rubbing against your neck will leave you asking for the check before you’re even finished with the meal. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Rio isn’t loud, but he talks. 

“Look at you take this dick, mama.” 

“You’re such a good girl.” 

“Darlin, I didn’t say you could come.” 

“Take it. You asked for it.” 

“How could you think you could move my pussy?” 

“Fuck yourself till you come.” 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Rio is a sucker for cheesy romance - rose petals on the floor, candles lit, a bubble bath in a heart shaped tub - he loves it all. The weekend spent in Vegas felt like a rom com, but watching your man be intentional with his choices and his time makes your panties wet. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He may be skinny, but his dick isn’t. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Rio is a busy man and compartmentalizes most of his feelings, including his sex drive. He misses you constantly, but money ain’t going to wash itself, so he keeps his shit together. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Rio keeps odd hours, so he does fall asleep after, but it’s without guilt, because you’re snuggled right there with him. 

[anessthesiaa]

Hi, frand! 🖤 RONNIE PETERSON FILTH! I CRAVE RONNIE PETERSON FILTH! Would you indulge a bitch with any combo of prompts 4, 19, and 45? xoxoxo!

Ok, first of all I totally geeked at this because you are the absolute queen of filth, so I hope this does justice, I can only aspire to have a fraction of your talent! <3 Thank you for the request, and giving me the time of day.

Ronnie was the first guy you had dated in a while, your last relationship was to say the least, rough, and ended on pretty bad terms, leaving you with little trust. You met him a few months ago, he was having a drink after his shift, and you bonded over the music taste you had similar to his. 

 You hadn't done anything with Ronnie, you trusted him, at this point, but you had a lot of nervousness around sex, even if you knew with him, you were secure and he liked you, and loved your body, you still had insecurities about him seeing you, if he would judge you. Sex had always been kind of painful for you, too, and you were worried about how he would react.

 It was a Saturday night when you were out to dinner with him, and the subject came up as you and him finished dinner, you weren't sure exactly how, but it did. As you were leaving, Ronnie pulled you aside where no one could see, pressing you against him, and kissing your cheek. 

 "When we get home, I'm cuffing you to the bed, and going down on you until my jaw is sore." He whispered, his hot breath seeping down your neck, sending chills thorugh your body. 

 He wrapped his arm around you, walking back to the car. You were nervous, for the ride home. You tried to conceal it, but you found your legs shaky, and even felt a little nauseous. Ronnie kept a squeeze on your thigh, using his thumb to caress the soft skin. 

 When you and him got home, he held your hand and walked you up the stairs, sitting you on the bed, placing himself next to you, just kissing you for a moment. 

 "Hey...you're tense, you seem nervous. Are you sure you wanna?" He asked, pulling away to look at you, concern obvious in his face. 

 "It's okay, Ronnie, I'm just getting butterflies, it's alright." You smiled nervously, trying to conceal the fact your teeth were practically chattering due to your shakiness. 

 "Okay baby, just let me know, okay?" He rubbed your shoulder, laying you down gently, kissing you again, running his fingers through your hair reassuringly as he did so. "It's okay, just relax for me, you're alright." 

 You did your best to follow his orders, and eventually noticed some tension leaving your body as he kept kissing you. 

 "I'm gonna take your dress off, okay? And I have these-" He reached to the nightstand drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Is that going to be okay?" 

 You nodded nervously, and Ronnie pulled the dress down from your shoulders, and over your body. He undid the strapless bra you were wearing, planting a gentle kiss on your chest, before opening the cuffs and gently pulling your arms above your head. "You're a little tense for me, you're okay, we can stop anytime, alright?" 

 "Mhm." You gulped nervously as he wrapped the cuffs around the middle part of the bedframe head, and tightened them, you winced a little at them digging into your wrist, but relaxed a little, knowing that is how it would feel. That part was over. 

 "Doing alright?" He asked, kissing your forehead, then your lips, still combing through your hair to try and get you as relaxed as possible. 

 "I'm okay." You said, chest rising and falling a little more rapidly, as his kisses trailed down your busy, to your panty line. This, you had never done. 

 Ronnie kissed your slit through your panties, which actually, felt pretty good, you felt anticipation as he pulled them down, wrapping his arms around your legs to spread them, his lips getting closer and closer to your sex. 

 "You're nervous, still, it's okay, relax for me, it's gonna feel so good, we can stop anytime you want, is that okay? We don't have to if you don't want."

 "No, Ronnie, it's okay, I want to do it, go ahead, please." 

 The feeling of his soft tongue on your wet, swollen clit was a shock, making you instantly breathe in sharply, as he gently sucked on it. You wanted to reach down for his hair, and found yourself hopelessly fighting against the cuffs, and you tried as much as possible to press into his mouth, relishing in the feel of his tongue on your inner lips, and the soft, plush, velvet kisses he was planting between your legs. 

 "R-ronnie..fuck..." He looked up at you, smiling as best as he could as he gulped the juices dripping from your pussy. 

 He stopped only to ask; "Is that good, sweetheart? Are you okay?" You nodded, feeling your face burn and a warm feeling in your stomach that you hadn't felt before, but you found yourself enjoying it. "You taste so good, your pussy is so sweet, babygirl."

 You almost felt embarassed as you began to notice how wet you were, but Ronnie adored it, he fed off it, his tongue tracing intricate shapes on you and inside of you. He didn't pause even to take a breath, just kept swallowing your juices like they were red wine, a delicacy for him. 

 "Ronnie, I-" You tried again to move against the cuffs, almost crying from the feeling of not being able to pull him closer. "I think I'm going to c-" You also had not experienced a true orgasm before, and you were kind of anxious at the thought of it. 

 He pulled away, leaving you whimpering and clit throbbing. "Not quite yet, sweetie, not quite yet.” You tried to wiggle away from him as he continued, not sure how long you could continue. 

 "Ronnie, I c-can't no-I can't not cum..fuck, please, please let me cum, Ronnie." You begged, your body blushing as red as your face.

 "Go ahead, go ahead and cum for me, cum in my mouth." And you did, feeling pressure leave your body, moving away from him from the sheer hypersensitivity of the orgasm. "Good, good girl...but, I need you to be quiet, the neighbors will here, you don't want to get caught, right?" 

 You nodded, as he moved up to your arms, undoing the cuffs, helping you to lower your arms. "Ow." You winced at the aching as he did so.

 "Shh..I know, I know, it's okay." Ronnie said softly, rubbing your arms for a moment, doing his best to relieve some of the soreness. 

 "Ronnie...I need to tell you something..." You said, almost whispering.

 "Sure, sweetheart, what is it? Are you sure you still want to?" He asked, placing a reassuring palm on your cheek, caressing with his thumb. 

 "I do...It's just, it has always hurt me...so, I'm worried." 

 "We don't have to sweetie, it's alright." He told you comfortingly.

 "No, I do, it just, might hurt." You replied.

 "Okay, well you let me know, I'm gonna go slow, I promise." He said, to reassure you. 

 Ronnie undid his pants, slipping them off and to the side, and took his boxers off, too. He was huge, you felt more scared when you saw his hard, swollen cock. You didn't know how you would ever take it all. Ronnie saw he concern in your eyes as he was preparing himself, and gave you a soft smile. 

 "What's wrong, honey?" He asked, placing a soft hand on your thigh. 

 “It's just...what if I...can't take it?" You asked him, almost feeling yourself tear up. 

 "It's okay, darling, do you need me to finger you first?" 

 "I mean, if that's... okay, just so I can warm up." You replied. 

 "I can do that, here, lay back for me." Ronnie laid next to you, first pulling you into a kiss, and brushing through your hair. "I'm just going to start with one, okay? Just breathe, it's okay." 

 You did your best to do so, and flinched at first when you felt his finger teasing your inner lips. 

 "Breathe, it's okay, you're alright." Ronnie tried to reassure you, slipping his fingertip in. You winced at first, feeling yourself resist against him, but relaxed your muscles as much as possible and he slipped more in, down to his middle knuckle. "Good, good job, sweetie, you're doing so good, just relax."

 Ronnie slowly pumped the top half of his finger in, warming you up, before putting the rest in, making sure you were comfortable as he did so. 

 "It's good, it's feels kind of good, keep going, please." You said to him, as he kissed you, now stroking inside of your pussy, slightly curling his finger up, steadying you as the feeling shocked you. "Oh, fuck, Ronnie...shit..."

 "Shhh, quiet, remember?" He laughed softly at you. "Another finger, okay?"

 He did the same with the second finger, this time you didn't wince, or whimper, just thrusted your hips up to take more. "Mmhmmm, fuck, right there, just like that." Ronnie kept his fingers curled up, feeling you gush against them, kissing you and watching you in adoration the whole way through. 

 "Good girl, you're doing so good, baby, so good." He said to you, his eyes lighting up as he watched your face, becoming closer and closer to a second orgasm. You gripped on to the sheets, your eyes squeezing shut and body tensing up next to his, walls gripping his fingers tightly as you struggled not to scream out. 

 “F-fuck, Ronnie, oh my God." You were nearly sweating as he pulled his fingers out of you. 

 "You think you're warmed up enough to take my cock, sweetheart?" He asked. 

 "Mhm, I think so." You responded. 

 You expected Ronnie to get on top of you, but instead, he rolled you on your side, pulling you into his chest, gently lifting your leg. "Relax, honey, you're okay." He planted a soft kiss on your shoulder, pressing the tip of his cock into your slit. 

 You gasped as you felt him enter you, and he pulled you closer, kissing your neck, and reaching his other down to massage your clit. You struggled at first, taking all of him, but soon relaxed in his arms, and found yourself actually enjoying it. 

 "You're doing so good, are you alright?" He asked, keeping pressure on your clit as he thrusted into you, filling you completely. "Your pussy feels so good, so tight on my cock, sweetie."

 "Yes Ronnie, it's good, it's so good." You tried to push more into him, taking all of his length. "I want you to cum inside of me, Ronnie, please."

 "Huh?" He asked, planting a kiss on your neck, making you moan out again. "You want me to cum inside of your sweet little pussy, babygirl?"

 "Please, Ronnie, please." You begged.

 You felt his cock inside of you, throbbing hard against your walls, before he pulled you into him, one more time, slamming his cock deep inside of you, and you felt the warmth of his cum spilling inside of you, and you cried in pleasure at the comforting feeling of it filling you. 

 "Fuck, (Y/N), God, you were so good, you did so good, sweetie, you did so, so good." Ronnie pulled out, laying on his back and letting you lay on his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you, and a sheet over the both of you. "Hey...(Y/N), I just wanted to let you know...I love you."

 "Ronnie, I love you too." You smiled as you cuddled closer to him. "Thank you for tonight, being so patient, making me cum like that, I've never experienced anything like that."

 "Of course, love, of course, you did so amazing." Ronnie kissed your head, and you stayed cuddled for most of the night, just enjoying the newfound closeness with him, the trust you built, completely adoring him.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Itachi x Birthday Reader

A/N: Happy birthday @izachiii !!! I’m sorry this wasn’t posted earlier!!! My dog would NOT allow me to finish this bahaha she kept grabbing my paw with her little raccoon paws (as I call them) and kept laying across my laptop until I would give her all the love!!!

Seriously though!!! Happy Birthday 🎉🎊🎂 I hope it was everything and more!!! You’re such a talented female and I’m like super jelly of your art skills!!! Oh oh and did I mention you’re like the greatest frand ever!!! It’s amazing being friends with you (^~^) and I hope you enjoy this smoll gift!!!

(I tried something new with Itachi and used his Tsukuyomi, so I suggest if you don’t read/watch Naruto you don’t read this since it might be a bit confusing.)

Please enjoy!!!

You stood, wrists shackled to the wall above your head thanks to your intruders grip… Blindfolded, your heart raced… Itachi had trained you in the past, taught you how to be prepared, but in this situation your fright had gotten the best of you… And now you stand helpless.

Gasping, you arched your back against the wall as you felt two fingers graze the inside of your thighs…

"P-please… Do-don’t do this… I’m begging y- ngh!”

His grip tightened around your wrists, and even though you were being held by one of his hands his strength was outstanding… There was no escaping it…

Letting up on his grip a little, your attacker’s breath hit your ear and in doing so you could feel his lips graze your earlobe…

“Happy Birthday, ___."

…

Silence had struck the room. The silence was so great that you could indeed hear your own heart pounding in your chest, not out of fear, but pure shock and bliss.

Tears weld in your eyes, and before your blindfold could soak up your tears… Itachi removed it so he could reveal himself to you.

“I-Itachi!”

With his grip loosened you were able to jump into his chest and wrap your arms around his neck.

He knew it was a big risk coming to the village, but he couldn’t allow himself not to see you on your birthday. After all, it was your twenty first birthday, surely a night for you to remember.

With yours and his arms bound around one another, Itachi rested his head against yours and closed his eyes, allowing himself to soak in the peaceful moment.

“___, I can't stay long.”

Pushing you back, Itachi hoisted you up into his arms only to carry you to your bed. Once there he threw you down and commanded you to stay… But of course, you didn’t listen… You just wanted to feel him pressed against you…

“Itachi, i just want you to-“

Before you could even make out your last word, Itachi was atop of you in an instant with a Kunai directed at your throat. You smiled, leaning slightly into the weapon and sighing happily. He always knew how to silence you, even as kids, he pulled the same trick during training. It was almost like a “you can trust me not to actually harm you” type of deal… As crazy as some might view it… It was yours and Itachi’s thing, and you loved it.

“Do you still trust me, ____?”

His voice was smooth and subtle…

Nodding your head, you awaited his next move.

Gliding the Kunai down your neck and along your shoulders, the sharp edge was carefully edging down. With his other hand his fingers had returned to the inside of your thighs, one slowly slipping into your wet cunt, almost teasingly.

Your breath quickened as the blade trailed down your collarbone, his lips trailing up your shoulder to meet your neck as the finger inside you stopped at his knuckle, pumping just that short length in and out ever so slowly. You whimpered, but resisted the urge to beg, obeying his order not to move…

Noticing your good behavior, Itachi smirked against your neck‍…

On the way here he had asked himself several times what it was he could do for you on your birthday… He had always wanted to try something, but he didn’t know if it would be alright or not… The last thing he wanted was you unconscious for a few days due to exhaustion… But alas he figured you’d enjoy it, even if it meant you being asleep for quite some time… Itachi knew deep down, you’d want it to be like this…

Sitting up, he straddled your hips and closed his eyes…

“Itachi? Are you oka-“

“Tsukuyomi.” Opening his eyes, Itachi made direct eye contact with you and just like that, you were caught by his powerful Sharingan.

~

Squinting your eyes, you looked around and noticed that you were still in your room… But alone… And everything was oddly colored… You know you heard him say it, but was this really his Tsukuyomi? ‘Why would he do this to me…’ You went to hold your chest, but… You couldn’t… Bounded by rope, you hung from your ceiling…

“Welcome, ___.” Appearing in front of you, Itachi stood bare… Despite everything being mainly black and white he still looked just as delicious.

“Ah!” You don’t know when it happened but all of a sudden, Itachi was pinching and twisting your nipples, causing you to moan deep on to his cock… His cock…

!!!

‘When did he?! But he’s pinchin-!!!’

You groaned as you felt a hard cock push between your thighs. Your pussy soaking wet, making it easy for whoever's cock it was to slide through… And with a loud popping sound you were able to escape Itachi’s cock down your throat so you could look and see who’s cock was about to be buried deep inside you…

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, it was Itachi… Hundreds of Itachi’s surrounding your bound form.

Patience and chakra running low, Itachi yanked your hair and buried one of himselves deep down your throat, as another Itachi continued to punish your tits.

Unexpectedly a finger plunged deep inside your pussy, fucking you quickly before a second finger was added.

~

Outside of Tsukuyomi, in the real world, with his Kunai on the floor, Itachi had a firm hold on your hips and was pounding into you relentlessly… Between fucking you senseless and using his Tsukuyomi on you, he was more than likely going to pass out before you… He only hoped his illness wouldn’t kick in during this whole ordeal…

~

Your eyes began rolling in the back of your head as Itachi… The fourth one to be in your mouth came down your throat… Your stomach was loading up on cum, and you felt as if you would puke…

As this Itachi pulled out, you screamed loudly as another slid his cock into your pussy. “You feel a little too good. This probably won’t last.” He gripped your hips as he roughly impaled you.

Your head shot back, this was all feeling too good for you, first all the cum loads down your throat, second his huge cock was ripping into your pussy, and third his clones, illusions, whatever these were, continued to pinch and pull at your nipples.

Itachi’s cock in your pussy was pushing you towards another orgasm, it was driving you crazy. You needed to feel good, you began to buck in rhythm with him best you could seeing you were tied and held. Finally your pussy clamped down onto his thick cock as you cried out loudly on Itachi’s cock…

~

“Dammit.” Itachi groaned as his very own orgasm washed over him, filling your pussy deep with his seed. His eyes were straining and he fought to keep his Tsukuyomi going, but he couldn’t… He could feel a cough build up in his throat… And just like that, as he coughed up blood his eyes leisurely shut before descending into darkness, collapsing besides you…

~

Hours went by before you awoke… Your head was throbbing and your eyes felt heavy as they slowly opened… ‘Was it a dream?’

Raising your head up from your pillow, your body moved up slightly but was held back by a weight.

“Hm?”

With his head resting on your chest, Itachi laid with you passed out from exhaustion..

“You pushed yourself too far my love,” running your hands through his disheveled hair, you beam down at him, “thank you Itach, for giving me a birthday I’ll always remember. I know you’re worried about being here, for my sake... But...” Peering down at his hand, you saw dried blood in the palm of his hand, “...You need rest...” Delicately, you licked two of your fingers and rubbed the dried blood from his hand... You didn’t know how long he had, but you were thankful that you were able to have him as your gift yet another year...

~ Love Kiwi xoxo

[ladyshandioftheendless]

~StarChild Assassin Side Story 2~

This was a very enthusiastic request by @cptnruski~ I hope you enjoy this, frand! 💙💜

~Shandi

Sparks fly between a struggling cab driver from Queens and a superstar guitarist from the Bronx~

LOVE IS A SHOOTING COMET

Stanley was a huge fan of rock music but he never considered himself to be the ‘groupie’ type. Of course that was until he discovered Frehley’s Comet. Soon he was finding himself listening to their music daily, buying their merch and saving part of his wages just so he can buy a ticket to one of their performances. He was also finding himself developing quite a crush on the lead guitarist. Ace Frehley was quirky, charismatic and talented, playing his guitar as if he were born with one. He was magnificent..and Stanley was falling hard. But Ace was a rock star. What was he? He drove a taxi and still lived with his parents. He had no business breathing the same air as Ace Frehley. Still..he could dream. After three months of saving Stanley finally managed to get a ticket to the band’s last performance in New York, which just happened to be an underground club in the Bronx. They were going on a US tour soon. The timing couldn’t have been better. He smiled and held the ticket close to his chest. “Just one more week, Ace. Wait for me~” 

On the night of the concert Stanley spent a ridiculous amount of time making sure he looked his best. He wanted to look good for Ace. He sat and stared at his reflection for a while. His heart seemed to be beating a million times a minute. He was shaking. Getting light headed. He still couldn’t believe he was going to see Ace Frehley in person. “Get a hold of yourself, Eisen..” he said to himself, pointing to his reflection. “..you’ll have plenty of time to faint after the concert.” He spent a few more minutes calming himself down. Looking at his clock he sighed. If he screwed around any longer he’d never make it there in time. Especially with traffic. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, he sprayed himself with his favorite cologne, grabbed his keys and headed out. As he expected traffic was a nightmare. Finding a close place to park even more so. At least he’d left early enough to give himself some time to spare. Holding his ticket close he locked up his taxi and speed walked down the street to the club. 

Handing over his ticket Stanley headed down the stairs. The opening act was nearly done playing their set. The place was packed but he was easily able to weave through the crowd to get a place in front of the stage. Before he knew it the performance had ended. While the stage was being reset he found himself shivering in anticipation again. His thoughts were racing.

They’re coming out soon.

Ace will be coming out soon.

I’m going to see him play. I’m going to hear him sing.

I just want him to look at me once.. 

While he daydreamed the crowd started going crazy. Frehley’s Comet was walking out and waving to their fans. There was Ace out in front, holding a beautifully polished black guitar with his name painted along the neck. Stanley was instantly entranced. He fell in love with Ace’s wild hair. The shape of his eyes. That smile that lit up the entire room. He suddenly grew extremely self conscious. Even if he was standing up in front he was convinced he looked like complete trash. He wouldn’t be noticed. He started questioning why he came. He shrank back into the crowd as Ace went up to the mic.

“ALRIGHT, BRONX!! ARE YOU READY FOR COMETFALL?!” 

The crowd roared in reply. 

“THEN LET’S ROCK THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND!!”

Stanley recognized the intro within the first few notes. ‘Talk To Me’. was one of his absolute favorites. There was no way he was leaving until he heard it live! He fought his way back through the crowd to the front. 

When I see you, girl you turn my head, you make me dizzy I get a good vibration When I look into your big blue eyes, I start to quiver and shake I get a strange sensation When you walk by me you strut around, you make me crazy, I get no relaxation Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation, talk to me

This was the one. The song that made Stanley completely crazy for Ace. And here he was…hearing straight from that gorgeous mouth. This was heaven.

People tell me that you run around and that you’re no good You got a bad reputation I don’t care what all the people say, you know they talk too much It’s a fascination All I wanna do is talk to you and maybe go out, and form some kind of relation So talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little conversation Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me - why don’t you Talk to me - c'mon and talk to me I just wanna talk to you

Stanley froze as Ace pointed to him. Straight at him. No, he must be seeing things! His eyes widened, focusing solely on Ace’s expression. 

He’s smiling at me. I can’t believe it.

Did he…did he just..wink at me?

…….

Seconds later he was out like a light.

“Hey..you gonna wake up, Sleeping Beauty? Or do I have to kiss ya~?” 

Stanley groaned as he slowly came to. That voice. He must have been dreaming. When his vision finally cleared…there he was. Ace Frehley. Looking down at him and smiling, their faces inches away from each other. “K-kiss..?” His own voice was so raspy he didn’t recognize it. Ace’s head tilted as he shrugged. “If that’s what y'want, lovely~” His thoughts raced once again. 

I’m still passed out and I’m dreaming. I have to be.

Ace is perfect. He’d never want me. 

I’m nothing compared to him. 

He’s kissing me. His lips feel so nice. I can taste that he’s been smoking. 

This is much too wonderful to be real..

I love you, Ace..

I don’t want to wake up..

When Ace finally pulled away Stanley was delirious. His cheeks were flushed. His lips were slightly parted and he was panting. Ace was still smiling. “You awake yet? I can do it again~” 

“W-why..?”

“Cause you’re pretty and I like ya~” 

Pretty? Him? Stanley turned onto his side and hid his face. “No I’m not.. You’re amazing..you deserve better. I–” He was interrupted by Ace’s delightful cackling laugh. “Listen t’me, babe. I’ve never had anyone faint during a performance for as long as I’ve been playin’. Y’know how much of a kick that is for me? I’m glad you’re not hurt of course but it was a hell of a rush~” He ran his fingers through Stanley’s hair. “You’re a special one..I can tell~ Why don’tcha stay down here and rest a bit? I’ll come back down after the concert’s over and you and I can get to know each other better~?” 

Stanley Eisen felt like the luckiest man in the entire universe. His face burned as he turned and nodded.

“There’s nothing in the world I’d love more~” 

~END~

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tagged by: MY FRAND @theimpalpable

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the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. ╱ “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” ╱ pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. ╱ “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” ╱ guilt that isn’t yours to have.╱ it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. ╱ chains. ╱ “ how could you do this to me? ” ╱ the sharp sting of guilt. ╱ you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. ╱the family you never had. ╱ falling backwards through time. ╱ quicksand. ╱ drowning, but you don’t save yourself. ╱ “ you’re getting better. ” ╱  “ they smile like a snake. ” ╱ you’re the stars and the sky. ╱ there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. ╱ they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. ╱ “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” ╱ you edge a bit too close to the sun. ╱ another ghost to take your place after every stumble. ╱ deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun.

╱ rock candy melting in water. ╱ waves rise and leave the foam behind. ╱ the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. ╱ happiness is the best front a man can take. ╱ “ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. ” ╱ you disagree; they’re more beautiful.╱discomfort at the tiniest of touches. ╱ the sky opens up when you see them. ╱ rain comes down. ╱ poppy fields. ╱ your sanity hanging by a thread. ╱ “oh god, what have you done?”╱ roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all. ╱ they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. ╱ you try to help, but it only got worse. ╱ now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. ╱ adam & eve in the garden. ╱ a temptress in crisp button-downs. ╱ “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ”╱ they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. ╱ the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. ╱ sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side.

╱ yes saint laurent ╱ black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. ╱ crisp green apples piled up on the table. ╱ your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. ╱ what a pretty one, they say. ╱ you laugh without humor. ╱ a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. ╱ there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. ╱ the seat of power fits like a glove. ╱ heavy is the head that wears the crown. ╱ you share a space, but not a mind.╱ they think you are weak; you are, maybe. ╱ “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” ╱ an empty bird’s nest. ╱ broken pencil tips. ╱ there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. ╱ “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” ╱ “ they weren’t there when it happened. ”

╱ corruption. ╱ there’s a red string tying you together. ╱ the scent of whiskey on the horizon. ╱ “ you’re the best friend i’ve ever had. ” ╱ pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. ╱ 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. ╱ you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. ╱ always walking on sunshine. ╱ there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. ╱ hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. ╱you drift, but you know where you’re going. ╱ no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. ╱ the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. ╱ court hearings. ╱ “ I miss you. ” ╱ siblings are a funny thing. ╱ they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece.╱ blackbird screaming ╱ wake in nightmares ╱ are you an illusion? ╱ I don’t feel real. ╱ who is in control?

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Christina Grimmie: One Of My Idols, Gone Too Soon.

WARNING: This is going to be a very long post, so unless you have the time or patience to read it all the way through, I suggest you keep scrolling.

Christina Victoria Grimmie was an American singer who started off on YouTube. She and I both grew up in New Jersey, she lived only a few miles away from me, before moving to Los Angeles. She was only a couple months younger than me. As I’m typing this, it’s been over a week since the 2-year anniversary of her untimely death in Orlando, Florida. I’ve been having a hard time getting her off my mind all week, so I figured the best way to get this off my chest would be to just let it all out. Share my story about Christina, like how I was introduced to her, what I liked about her, and how I heard of her tragic passing. So, here goes.

I first heard of Christina some time in 2011, when I heard that she was touring with Selena Gomez on her We Own The Night tour. At the time, I was obsessed with Selena, so when I heard of her, I looked her up, and sure enough, I came across her YouTube channel. In her first couple years on YouTube, Christina just uploaded song covers on YouTube. Some of my favorites were her covers of Skyscraper by Demi Lovato, My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion, We Found Love by Rihanna & Calvin Harris, Impossible by Shontelle, and of course, Just A Dream by Nelly with Sam Tsui. Before I looked her up, I realized that I had seen her YouTube videos before, her videos at the time were titled, “Me Singing _____,” so I didn’t really think about checking them out at the time. I’m glad I finally gave her a shot. When I watched her more and more, and followed her on more social media sites, I realized that she had more than just a beautiful singing voice, she also had a heart of gold, and was very goofy. She loved making people laugh, and she participated in many charity events that she could. In fact, her last video before her death was her asking her fans to participate in this charity for animals in need that she was a part of, called the Humane Society of The United States (HSUS).

When I heard that she had made original music, I knew I wanted to buy them myself. I remember waiting to receive an iTunes gift card, so I could download her music, Throughout her music career, she had released two EPs, a studio album, and a few singles. Some of my favorite songs of hers are: Liar Liar, Counting, Advice,  With Love, Get Yourself Together, Make It Work, The One That Got Away, My Anthem, and more.

One of my favorite segments on her YouTube channel was her Above All That Is Random series, that she would do with her friend, Sarah. In those videos, they would sing just a bunch of random, goofy things in autotune. For the last 3 episodes, they asked the fans to write down some lines that they could use in the final cut. Her sense of humor also consisted of posting April Fool’s videos. Her first one was her crying, saying that she had enough of people harassing her, that she was giving up music, and moving back to New Jersey from Los Angeles. She almost got me, but when I saw the date on the video, I was like, “OK, say [April Fool’s].” She did manage to get many of her fans, some of which posted videos begging Christina not to give up, and that they were there to support her. Later that day, she did release another video, saying that the first one was a joke, and she apologized for freaking her fans out.

In early 2012, Christina introduced in a new video this new hand gesture for her fans, who she called, Frands (friend and fan), and Team Grimmie. The hand gesture was simply holding up 3 fingers, as if someone was saying they wanted a quantity of 3 of something. She called it, “RAWWK Fingers.” No, that wasn’t a typo. Christina loved misspelling words, she would often say on social media, “Team Grimmie RAWWKS,” that’s what the hand gesture was supposed to represent. For my high school graduation later that year, I actually did the RAWWK Fingers when posing for a few pictures. My friends thought I was throwing gang signs.

In early 2014, Christina auditioned for season 6 of NBC’s The Voice. Her blind audition was her singing Miley Cyrus’s Wrecking Ball, and within 10 seconds, she had 3 chairs turned for her (Usher, Shakira, and Adam Levine), however she did manage to make Blake Shelton turn his chair at the end. Christina ended up joining Adam’s team, and the two of them became inseparable, he even went backstage to hug her mom, who Christina said on stage was her inspiration, and had battled breast cancer 3 times. I never watched The Voice before, but when I heard that Christina was going to be on it, you bet I watched the entirety of that season. I did everything I could to help Christina win, I called the phone number that they showed us to call to cast a vote, and I even helped save her on Twitter, with the hashtag, #VoiceSave. Unfortunately though, I didn’t have the money to buy all the songs that she sang on the show at the time, so I couldn’t do much to vote for her there. Me watching The Voice was how my family was introduced to Christina, they said they loved her, and were rooting for her throughout the season. She made it all the way to the finals, but in the end, she only got 3rd place. I was a little disappointed, but I was happy that she at least made it that far.

Then, in the morning of July 11, 2016, I heard of the tragic story of Christina’s death. I was on YouTube, and I saw a video from Keemstar’s Drama Alert titled, “Christina Grimmie Shot.” Seeing how that was from Keemstar, I knew I couldn’t trust him for accurate news, so I looked it up on Google, and unfortunately, Keemstar was right. Christina was performing at The Plaza Live in Orlando, Florida, opening up for the band, Before You Exit, and after the concert, she had a Meet-and-Greet, and one of her fans took out a gun, and opened fire on her. Her brother, Marcus, tackled the gunman, who then killed himself. The police later reported that Christina was rushed to the hospital, but died there. I was utterly shocked, I couldn’t believe it. I thought, “Who would kill such an innocent, fun-loving, caring girl like Christina.” I later realized that the guy who killed her was an obsessed fan, who fantasized of marrying her, but then found out she had a boyfriend from one of his coworkers. What’s most disturbing is that the guy actually had 2 guns on hand, 2 fully loaded magazines, and a hunting knife. I was disgusted to find out that The Plaza Live at the time had no metal detectors, and no pat downs, they just checked people’s bags. Of course, many people, including myself, were outraged that this happened, and part of me felt like suing The Plaza Live for having inadequate security. All this happened only a couple days before The Pulse Nightclub shooting in the same town.

I talked to some of my coworkers about Christina’s death, and as it turned out, one of them actually met her in person one time. This coworker said that Christina was friends with someone in his family (I can’t recall if it was his daughter or niece), he even had a picture of them together, and I asked him if I could see it. He let me see it, and I was delighted to see Christina’s smiling face on that photo.

Adam Levine, Christina’s former coach on The Voice, was of course heartbroken over Christina’s death, and offered to pay for her funeral. Christina was buried in a private ceremony on June 16, 2016 at Berlin Cemetery in Berlin, New Jersey. 

In early 2017, Christina’s family released her first posthumous song, Invisible, which would later have an animated music video. That year, Christina’s family released one posthumous EP, Side B, and her 1st posthumous (2nd overall) album, All Is Vanity. I, of course, bought them as soon as I could. A couple of my favorite songs on All Is Vanity are Echo, and Everybody Lies, while on Side B, I really like Invisible, I Only Miss You When I Breathe, and her cover of Jason Mraz’s I Won’t Give Up   In April of 2017, Adam performed Hey Jude by The Beatles on The Voice with his team, in memory of Christina.

Earlier this year, Christina’s family released another posthumous single, Little Girl, which I bought only a couple days ago. Christina’s mother actually released a video a day before the song was released to talk about how much that song meant to her, and Christina. She goes on about how Christina was a toddler, she was worried that her mom was going to die because of her cancer at the time. It gets very emotional, and truth be told, I didn’t even watch the whole thing, because I didn’t think I would be able to take it.

A few days ago, I came across this Creepypasta reading on YouTube. It was titled, “Christina Grimmie Final Goodbye.” The story was basically, this guy hears about the death of Christina Grimmie, and a few months later, he discovers this playlist of alleged unlisted videos of Christina Grimmie, and he comes across this one video of hers that was uploaded on that day. He clicks on the video, and he sees Christina in her room, her face covered in blood, she’s crying hysterically, and choking on her own words. Basically, Christina is thanking her fans for all the love they’ve given her over the past few months. She then tells them that she wants them to be strong, that she’ll always remember all the good times she had going on tour seeing their smiling faces, and that she’s sorry she never got the chance to say goodbye. The guy is confused as to how this video was uploaded months after Christina’s death. The video eventually starts buffering, and he reloads the page, only for the video, and playlist, to suddenly vanish. 

Of course, people were outraged over this Creepypasta reading, saying that the guy was only profiting off of Christina’s death. While I can understand their point, I actualy enjoyed the video, it felt very uplifting, and truth be told, I wish that story was based on a true story. What that story said that Christina said actually did sound like something Christina would say. I tried looking up the original story, but no luck, it must have gotten removed because of Christina’s angry fans.

A couple days ago, Scribbler released a video on YouTube of a big brony collab cover of “You Will Be Found from the Broadway musical, Dear Even Hansen, to raise money for The Trevor Project, a charity dedicated to help prevent suicide from those in the LGBTQ community. I ended up leaving a comment that consisted of a quote from one of Christina’s songs. The quote was, “You are an extremely unique and individual person. And I’m telling you, don’t let those invalid opinions of others just bring you to the pits, OK? You’re strong, so own it. Love, me.” I also went on about how recently was the 2-year anniversary of her death, that she was my idol, and how I missed her so much. In hindsight, I think it may have been a little bit selfish to talk about Christina on a video that had nothing to do with her. Like I said earlier, I’ve been having a hard time getting her off my mind, and I want to get it off my chest.

We all miss you so much, Christina. Hope you’re singing with the angels as I’m typing this. <3 <3

Love,

Chris

[lespcir]

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Do I Follow Them?:  yes

Why Did I Follow Them?:  bc shes my best frand

Do We Role Play?:  sometmes?? jk yes we do shes my fave

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: alwaysssss

An AU Idea For Our Muses: oh god ummmmm forrest and jude in the mob? im in the mood

A Song For Our Muses: wrapped around your finger by5sos gor jude and forrest

Do I Ship Our Muses?: duh

What I Think About The Mun: shes ok i guess... jokes i love her very much 

Overall Opinion: shes bomb

Blog Rate: 10000000000000000000000000/10

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Parents’ House.

GIF credit to @pantherclawz​ who makes dope shit regularly. 

Author’s Notes: Here is Smut Sunday’s post starring Coco Loco as voted on by my frands. Enjoy this slight smut, slight humor trip with Coco! 

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“Mami, fuck. This is your house?” Coco kissed his teeth as the SUV slowed in the circle drive - the hulking Spanish house casting shadows over the manicured grounds.

“Um, weekend house, vacation house - whatever you want to call it. We didn’t stay here all the time.” You slid your arms around his waist - missing the weight of his leather kutte. Coco had been adamant that Johnny the mechanic was going to be present this weekend and Coco the Mayan was tucked away in his suitcase. “Damn, ma. You had it like that? Next time, we go to Wendy’s, I’m ordering two four-for-fours.” His smirk melted you as you kissed him gently. 

“Come on. Let’s go inside. Everyone is out riding. We have the house to ourselves for a bit.” You pulled him through the double doors - your sandals clicking against the marbled floor. Coco’s eyes were wide as he scanned the entryway. Two staircases framed an open floor plan - tiled arches opening to a dining room, living room, and another hall. Coco knew you had been raised differently, but this was a different level of different. 

“Shouldn’t we get our stuff?” Coco lingered in the doorway as he heard you move from room to room - your steps against the tiled floor giving you away. “Oh no, they will get it,” You waved your hand dismissively, speaking of phantom people, as you pulled him onto the stairs, “Come on.” Your fingers intertwined with his as you walked up the carpeted stairs. 

“That’s my parents’ room, my brother’s room, and the office.” You rattled off as if it were a sight-seeing tour until you paused in front of double French doors. “This is our room.” The our rolled off your tongue as you pushed yourself into him before opening the door to a space larger than his first apartment. 

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You slid off your sandals as you padded across the carpet - pushing back the drapes and letting sunlight spill into the room. Dust danced in the bright rays as you opened the balcony doors, an attempt to air out the old memories and teenage awkwardness that filled the room. 

“Fuck, I haven’t been here in ages.” Your fingers traced the knick-knacks lining the bookshelf - mementos from a life left behind and forgotten. “Oh shit, I was so weird. Look at this.” You held a framed photo of a brace-faced pre-teen holding a Harry Potter book so proudly. Coco’s laugh was real as he took the dusty frame from your hand and studied the picture - the cherub cheeks and full smile were still recognizable in the baby-fat face. 

“Damn, mami, you was nerdy as hell. How old were you?” He studied the picture intently - drinking in all of your past he could. “Oh, I don’t know - maybe 11, 12. I was such a lame kid. I didn’t have many friends. I was awkward. Thank God for puberty.” You took the frame from his hand and dropped it on the desk - discarding the memory of who you once were. As far as you had come from the lanky girl in the photo, coming home made you feel like the same awkward little girl, seeking approval and trying her best to fit into her cookie cutter family. 

Coco scanned the room - seeking glimpses of your past self. He studied the homemade collages of horse pictures, adorned with glitter stickers and silly speech bubbles. His fingers traced the riding ribbons that hung above a shelf of trophies. He felt like he had opened your book and couldn't stop reading. 

You dropped to the bed - bouncing on the soft mattress as you watched Coco pause on a framed portrait of a long forgotten prom date and held it up with glee. “Yo, is this you?” He tried hard to contain a giggle as he stared at the poorly posed picture. “Yeah, he was one of my dad’s friend’s sons. He needed a date. My mother so willingly volunteered my services.” You rolled to your side, propped on your elbow, as Coco licked his lips as he gazed at your curvy frame laid on the bed. “I never went to another prom after that.” You laid back - your shirt rising up as you stretched - the hours of travel beginning to wear on your body. 

“So, no sneaking boys in after the dance?” Coco’s signature rasp was evident as he kneeled on the bed and shook off his flannel, exposing a tank top and his tattooed chest. You swallowed thickly as you shamelessly oogled him - your body already anticipating his touch. “Did you see me in those pictures? No one was trying to come back to my room.” Your hands slid over his waist - your fingers hooking in his belt loops as you pulled him close. 

Coco hovered over you, watching your breasts rise and fall with each breath. “You never had sex in here before?” He pulled his bottom lip through his teeth as he waited for your reaction. The air felt electrified as his slender fingers trailed down your chest - his hands enveloping your breasts through your shirt - teasing your nipples into hardened buds. The feel of the rough lace rubbing against your tender skin made you wiggle for more as Coco smirked, “The key to having sex at your parents’ house is you gotta be quiet. Can you be quiet?” 

“Hm, I didn’t hear you. Can you be a good girl and be quiet?” He slid two fingers into your parted lips - a moan caught in your throat. “Yeah, I think you can.” Coco’s wet fingers slid into your panties - achingly rubbing against your clit - each turn of his fingers was met with your eager hips. His jean-covered thigh pushed your legs open - the wideness pulling your lips apart as his fingers sunk into you. His lanky frame bent over you as he scissored his fingers against your velvet walls. Breathless curses slipped past your parted lips as Coco’s thick thumb pressed against your clit. “Fuck, baby.” Your hands tangled in his loose curls, pulling his face to yours as your lips crashed together. Coco smiled against your lips as your walls clenched him, “Do you want one more?” You nodded weakly as he slid another finger into your wet heat. 

Your knees fall slack as your head tips back against the pillow - your senses overwhelmed by Coco and the sound of your wet pussy against his palm. “Johnny…” You whine as you grab his forearm, holding him against you as you rock against his hand, “Don’t move, don’t stop, please.” Your pleas are whispers as you flood his hand - your orgasm wetting your shorts as you ride his stilled fingers. 

Coco laughed as you flopped against the floral comforter - your breath in pants as stars danced across your eyes. You raised your hips weakly as he pulled your wet shorts down - dropping them to the floor. He stood, dropping his jeans to the floor, as he pulled your thick thighs closer - your legs hanging over the edge. “Remember, be quiet, querida.” His tone was mocking as he slid the tip of his dick against your sensitive slit watching your arousal slicken him. Coco leaned back, pulling his t-shirt under his chin, as he watched himself disappear in your wet folds - your body fluttering around him as he stilled. 

“Goddamn.” His voice hoarse as he watched your lips grip his length as he slid in and out of you. Your eyes flashed at the sight before you - Coco entranced at your connection as he shallowly thrusted, a poor attempt to disguise the squeaky mattress. You leaned only your elbows - watching your hips meet his in a slow burning thrust. 

“You like watching me fuck you?” His voice edged out as you squeezed him tightly - your body holding him inside you. “Damn, ma. Do it again.” His head lulled back as you wrapped your legs around his slender waist, pulling him into you. 

 Coco leaned into your body - buried in your guts as you kissed him hard, letting him swallow your moans as you creamed on him - another wave of pleasure rushing over you. “Do you have one more?” His words stuck to your skin as he licked a stripe across your exposed neck - his teeth sinking into the soft skin. Weak moans spilled out of your mouth as he pushed into you. 

Faint sounds in the distance stilled him - Coco the Mayan never too far removed from any situation. “Baby, keep going. Please.” You whined the ‘e’, rocking your hips against him - begging for another orgasm that only he could deliver. “Sshh, mama, I think we have company.” Coco’s finger pressed against your lips as he waited for more. 

Your name echoed through the house - your mother’s shrill voice singing it like an alarm as you sat up wildly, pushing a laughing Coco away and out of your throbbing pussy. 

“Shit, it’s my parents.” 

[razzmatash]

h'okay--- you stop scrunching your nose, frand. :3 For Ev & Jesse *and* Eerie & Gladio: #'s 4, 9, 16, 18, annnnnd 25. (p.s. i swear I did my best to refrain from sending "the whole damn list" haha)

Good lord, you XD *cracks knuckles* okay here we go!

otp questions

Ev and Jesse

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

Ev’s definitely guilty of shucking pants (if she had to wear them) as soon as she gets home but I don’t think she’d go fully naked. When they’re still with Overwatch, I think Jesse would totally wander around her place naked and Ev would blush the first few times, stammering that the neighbours might see him and tell him to put something on. Around recall, I don’t think either of them really would. They’re more for lounging in bed naked rather than wandering around.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

Evan would definitely wake Jesse up to talk about dreams but they’re usually either engineering things or she’s somehow collected every breed of cat ever. Jesse has the most nightmares overall, Ev has a few after her lab explodes around her which he’d totally sing her to sleep after. She’s all for cuddling him and talking about it if he wants to. But she can’t sing so that’s not happening.

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

Jesse is definitely more seductive overall, like at any time. Ev can’t hold her liquor so she doesn’t drink often and when she does she’s usually out like a light. As for louder in bed…Jesse’s a talker, not just in a filthy sense but just in general, 

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

Jesse. If she’s idle for more than five minutes and horizontal, Evan will pass out so she’s asleep around him a lot. He spends a lot of time teasing and joking when she’s awake but when she’s asleep he spills his heart to her. Not that he couldn’t tell her if she was awake but he likes just running his fingers through her short hair, brushing his fingers over her round cheeks, and just talking to her. Doesn’t always have to be important, could be mindless things really, but he just talks to her and shushes her back to sleep if he does manage to wake her up.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

Evan tries! She tries so hard but she usually winds up making herself blush and him laugh. So it’s kind of a win but just between two people. He thinks it’s adorable when she does it and just kind of waits for the other shoe to drop after she says something because he knows those cheeks are going to go red at any second. After they do, he’ll tug her in good and close and tell her horrible ones to show her how it’s really done.

Eerie and Gladio

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

Eerie doesn’t go completely naked but if she knows its just the pair of them, her go to is either a tank top and panties or just his shirt. Maybe once or twice she’ll shed everything just to get a reaction out of him. And please, the big guy isn’t telling her to put anything back on.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

I don’t think either of them would wake the other up for a cool dream. They both work highly demanding and stressful jobs so they try to get as much sleep as they can. Nightmares they might not intentionally wake the other up but will if they get out of bed. They both have their fair share of them and it’s mostly about each other once they leave Insomnia. Gladio might win this one though, especially after the daemon attack on Eerie. She probably wouldn’t outright sing, humming more likely, but she wouldn’t go back to sleep until he does.

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

Ha. I’d like to say Eerie, but she’s not seductive. She gets blunt and just asks for sex. Gladio, however, will turn that shit up to eleven and he’s terrible. There’s no holding him back when he’s a little tipsy and Eyra better be ready for a handsy evening because his are going to be everywhere. As for louder in bed, I’d say they’re pretty evenly matched. Although, it might take them a while to figure that out given they both live with family when they’re younger or have sex in place they shouldn’t be. 

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

They both do this. Neither of them is always that great about putting their feelings into words, although Gladio is slightly better than Eerie about this, and sometimes it’s easier to do it when the other person is asleep. There’s a lot of afternoons where he’ll pass out in her lap and she will quietly tell him how much he means to her and how happy she is he’s in her life. She gets a lot better as the years go by but it’s still easier for her to do it while he’s asleep. The big guy usually uses it as a chance to express any fears or worries he has, working through them as best he can, just verbalising them before he tries to explain it to her. There’s also the telling her how much he loves her but it doesn’t matter if she’s asleep or awake, he tells her that all the time.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

Gladio lives to make Eerie giggle and more than that blush. The girl’s usually so forward and blunt it doesn’t happen often but when he catches her off guard it’s the best thing and he can’t wait to do it again. But he’s never satisfied with just the giggle; he keeps going until he makes her snort because then he knows he’s done good and it’s so worth her smacking his arm and he’s never going to stop.

[tea-andbagels]

perfect.

Summary: just a lil one shot based on Perfect by the man Ed himself,from his Divide album. ((plus is still my fav album from him lmao))

pairing: isaac lahey x reader

a/n: i know i said i was gonna try posting more but 2017 hasn't been too good for me and i've been working alot bc yo gurl needs to save for things and yeah life is just hectic af. sorry if it isnt too detailed but i hope this makes up for it and u enjoy this!! feedback is appreciated hehe thenks frands

I found a love for me. Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet.

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.

Cause we were just kids when we fell in love,n

ot knowing what it was.

Isaac never knew that you would be the one that everyone kept talking about. You first knew Isaac from history. You saw him grow. He started out as that shy kid that no one really paid that much attention to. Then suddenly he became this complicated hotstuff,who thought he immediately was superior to others. Before returning back to his old self.

He approached you to help him with his history since you were one of the better students in class. There were the top students,so you had no idea why he picked you to be his tutor.

Countless of study sessions later,it was finally time for the exam. Time to see if all those tutoring sessions was worth it at all.

When he got the test back the next day,he looked for you since you weren't in class. He was so excited to tell you he aced it. He eventually found you in the field,just about to leave.

"y/n!" he called out as he ran over to you.

You turned around and smiled at him. "hello isaac."

"why didn't i see you in class today?"

"i came in late... whats up?" you said eyeing the paper in his hand.

"well,the tutoring paid off! i aced my test!" he grinned. You smiled too. He was just filled with pure happiness and you could tell.

"congratulations Isaac." you smiled as he suddenly pulled you in for a hug and kissed you on the cheek.

"all thanks to you." he said blushing at the fact he kissed your cheek. "uh,also," he spoke as you started to walk away.

"hm?"

"would you like to go out for dinner on maybe friday? as a thank you. and also because i wanna take you out on a date." he asked shyly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You smiled at how shy he was. "friday sounds great."

"uh is 7 okay?"

"perfect."

And ever since then,you've both been together.

Honestly to you,you thought that it would be those silly high school crushes that'll last about a month or two. But you both just proved each other wrong. You thought you'd bore him eventually but you didn't. Even after he's known about you past,as you with his,he still stuck by you.

It seemed unreal to you,to have someone as caring as Isaac. As for Isaac,it was unreal to him that you love him unconditionally.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

with you between my arms,

barefoot on the grass,

listening to our favorite song.

It was your 4th anniversary with Isaac. You thought Isaac didn't have plans tonight and you were perfectly fine with staying in,watching movies,pigging out. Well,your boyfriend thought otherwise. You were in the living room channel surfing when he came back.

“I’m bringing you out tonight.” He said as he shut the door.

“okay.” you smiled up at him.

“don’t need to wear anything too fancy though,its going to be more how do the kids these days say it,chill?” He said coming over to you to give you a kiss.

You laughed. “sure.” So you switched off the tv and went to change into something more presentable. Once you were done,it was Isaac's turn to change as he was making some food. "we're going stargazing?"

"how'd you know?"

"i was gonna say picnic but its like 8pm so what kind of picnic would it be?"

"picnics could be for any time of the day you know."

"but we humans put it in a way that picnics are for the day time."

"but then again time is a man made construct." Isaac replied winking at you.

"that sounds familiar eh?" you laughed you helped him pack the light snacks he made.

"shall we?" Isaac then held out his hand to you. You nodded and off you both headed to his favourite spot.

It was up in the hills somewhere,not too noisy too. It had a nice view of the little houses that stood below. So you and isaac laid out the mat and settled down. You both sat there,eating,talking and eventually star gazing.

"this reminds me of our 1st anniversary." you said,your head in his lap. "when you found out i really wanted to go stargazing."

"ha yeah,i never knew that was your kind of stuff,im glad i did bring you that day. i'll never forget that little glisten in your eyes as you just laid down and watched the stars." He said looking down at you.

"i really love you,you know." you smiled looking at him.

"i know. i love you too." he grinned. And so you both just continued to watch the stars light up the night sky,in silence,soft music playing in the background.

As the current song ended,your song played. Isaac stood up and held out his hand to you. You gave him a look but took stood up with him anyway.

He held you close to him as you both started swaying to the song. It wasn’t even fit for a slow dance but you did anyway,anything to be in his arms. You eventually just pulled away from him to give him a special musical number as he just laughed at you.

When you said you looked a mess,

I whispered underneath my breath, but you heard it,

darling, you look perfect tonight.

"you know," you said halfway before isaac interrupted you.

"no i don't actually." he smiled as he looked down at you.

You just gave him a glare,slowly breaking because you couldn’t help but smile when he smiles. “that i hate you?”

“babe,that can’t be possible! half an hour ago you were just telling me you love me!” he said feigning a hurt face. You laughed at him playing along.

“i wanted to tell you that lately i haven’t felt pretty?”

“baby,-“

This time you interrupted him. “i know its like stupid,its been bothering me this week? i hope this is period feelings because i feel stupid as hell for getting upset over that.” you chuckled. "i look how i feel." you chuckled again,averting your gaze towards the stars.

“you look perfect tonight baby.” he said rather softly. Almost too soft for you to hear. But you did anyway.

“i am so blessed to have you,isaac lahey.”

We are still kids, but we're so in love, fighting against all odds,I know we'll be alright this time,Darling, just hold my hand.

In a relationship,there’s bound to be fights,big ones and small ones. But despite those obstacles in the relationship,at the end of the day you knew it was because you love each other. 

Recently you’d say you had a pretty big fight. Well to you at least. You haven’t been in the best of moods this week. With work stuff,all you’ve been lately is stressed. Mostly at yourself. 

So when you got home you released all the pent up anger you had against whoever on Isaac. And you immediately felt bad. He didn’t deserve this. You went a whole day not talking to him because you felt bad and he didn’t bring it up either. You were one to keep it to yourself until you felt that its the right time to apologise. Isaac has known you long enough to know that. So one day he picked you up from work. You walked back home to your shared apartment. It was a decent 5 minute walk so you decided this was the best time to apologise. 

“I’m sorry for releasing my anger on you. I swear i didn’t mean to and you know me,too scared to apologise immediately. I’ll work on that eventually.” You said as you played with your fingers. It was a nervous habit. “i literally feel like such an asshole.” 

Isaac didn’t say anything at first. He just took one of your hands and held it. He then gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re perfectly fine,darling.” He smiled as you looked up at him. 

“yeah?” 

“we’re fine.”

“im really sorry. i can’t-” 

“we’re still growing,it takes time to make something a habit,you’ll get there.” he smiled. “we’re going to be alright.” 

You really thought this man was too good for you. Even with everything he’s been through. 

I have faith in what I see, now I know I have met an angel in person and she looks perfect, I don't deserve this.

Everytime Isaac glanced at you or looked at you,he felt happy. A feeling he hasn't felt in a long time. Often you'd catch him staring at you. He thought to himself that if an angel was a person it would be you. He even told you once. And honestly you didn't feel like one.

Sometime he looks at you,and the way you love him and care for him,he felt like he didn't deserve this. It felt too good to be true for him. He truly didn’t know what he did to deserve someone as amazing as you.

I don't deserve this,you look perfect tonight.

[johannsvoidfish]

idk tag meme thang

thanks @rememberwhiteknight for tagging™ (thanks bb)

a - age: 17

b - biggest fear: sharks in the deep end of the pool (jk, it’s the thousands of leagues under the surface of the sea that hasn’t been explored yet)

c - current time: 21:30 (9:30 pm)

d - drink you last had: water

e - every day starts with: lugging myself outta bed and somehow making it to school

f - favourite song: CURRENTLY i’ve been listening to drop the guillotine (yt version, by PEACH PIT), alrighty Aphrodite (PEACH PIT), and weak when ur around (Blackbear) on repeat

g - ghosts, are they real: i mean,who knows honestly

h - hometown: hyoo-stone (houston)

i - in love with: lightning

j - jealous of: people graduating hs

k - killed someone: everyone with the same name as me

l - last time you cried: like, everyday (i shed a tear or two at maybe a month ago @ a book)

m - middle name: Sathya

n - number of siblings: 1

o - one wish: to be done with my upcoming 9 more years of schooling

p - person you last called/texted: my best frand

q - questions you’re always asked: no one asks me anything consistently enough for me to remember

r - reasons to smile: my friends (i love y’all)

s - song last sang: miserable at best

t - time you woke up: 3 am

u - underwear colour: i became illiterate upon attempting to read this

v - vacation destination: germany. take me back to germany. (or take me to see my internet friends I would love that too :3)

w - worst habit: nihilism (biting my nails)

x - x-rays you’ve had: for ma broken pinky finger

y - your favourite food: tbh anything i cook i like to eat

z - zodiac sign: Aries (fight everyone all the time)

Tagging: @graywingeddreams @cricketsqueen

[remembermemorablememories]

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

post #169

main points:

- clean up PR from yesterday/write unit test and submit

- lunch

- finally circle back to PR from last week on iOS

- melee with eric/john

- dinner

- melee tech practice

- chill at home

today i:

- woke up at 8:15am. snoozed until 8:30am. i was too lazy to fix my hair this morning so i just wore a red beanie instead

ubahed to work again

- got there at 9:30am. grabbed some eggs, sweet potatoes and kale

- got to my desk and got stuff set up. my mentor left me some comments on my PR from yesterday so i spent the morning fixing those up/adding a unit test. i did this from 10-11:45am ish

- went to get lunch with john in 1000. the food was aight. we chatted about some random stuff like smash, since john is still learning about the gaming culture. argentina and nigeria were playing against each other on the TV

- came back to my desk and realized that my presubmission test failed. fixed that up and then finally submitted my PR around 1:30~2pm ish?

- switched back to the branch that i was working on last week, reverting some old iOS code for successful and failed promises. while my stuff was rebuilding i went to play billiards in the break room. i bumped into xueyan, and we chatted a bit about our progress on our projects. i asked her for some more clarification on the bug, now that i finally got around to working on it

i waited for my stuff to build and then went over to ask her for some help. our internal chatting tool was down for some reason so i physically went to get her :p 

she came over to my desk and helped me clarify a bunch of stuff about what the bug is and what the problem is. what the expected vs actual behavior is. it helped a lot

- i spent the rest of the afternoon stepping through a debugger, setting breakpoints to try to learn the iOS codebase and figure out what i needed to do. i was still lost with how one of the functions was being called... like there was some kind of missing link that i felt like i wasn’t seeing

- took a break and played melee at 5:15pm with eric. he’s really good and he was really nice. he taught me a bunch of stuff like jump cancel grab, wave landing from the ledge, his setup for dolphin emulator, general strategy, and learning more about each other. we played for like an hour until 6:20pm, then he went downstairs to grab dinner

i went back to my desk and then john was like you still wanna play a few games? i was like sure why not

we played best of 3 and he beat me. LOL my tech skill is so bad and inconsistent. he was forward smashing everywhere and i just kept walking into it

- went downstairs to grab dinner around 6:40pm. we bumped into fiona on the way downstairs. it was nice chatting with her, she was telling me more about what she was working on this summer. we all grabbed take out cause she had to head out. john and i wanted to bring our food back upstairs to our desks to eat

- dinner was p good, it was like enchiladas and cauliflower. we bumped into my mentor while we came upstairs. he had just finished working out at the gym. i ate while i continued to step through the debugger to understand the code. finally, around like 7:20, i saw the missing link. it was cause the URL was hotlinked to the wrong line in the function call. it was actually the call below it that would need fixing. at that point, i felt like i understood enough to be ready to get working tomorrow

- went back downstairs to practice tech skill. cause idk what else i’d be doing anyway. i practiced ledge wave landing. and wave landing onto platforms. i did this for like 30-40 ish minutes until around 8pm. i was gonna play a few games against a CPU and then head out, but then john came back downstairs. we played like 10 games or so. he learned about shine spiking with fox and tried it out. i tried to apply the ledge wave landing and wave landing onto platforms to some degree of success. my left middle finger and thumbs were starting to get kind of sore

- we stopped playing around 8:45pm. i called an uber and got home around 9pm.

- chilled for a bit on youtube, watching some more nick eh and zain/leffen gameplay on youtube. nick eh’s latest video is just crazy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AwAEwPhpKg

he used 7 jump pads and trapped someone. the person even saw the traps but accidentally got caught in it and killed themselves. LOOOOL. nick eh what a god

- took a long shower

- watched S4E3 of the office “launch party”. it was a 40 minute episode though for some reason. so i still have like 15 minutes of it left

i somehow got suggested a “Lucy” movie clip so i watched it. then i got really curious about the movie cause i never watched it. i read the plot on wikipedia and watched the ending. it kind of looks dumb... it just looks like a bunch of CG appreciation or something. idk i don’t think i would’ve liked watching the movie

- typing this blog post at 12:17am. time to sleep. i decided not to go to the amusement park tomorrow. i wanna get work done cause on thursday i’m volunteering so i doubt i’ll get any work done then. plus, i feel like no one that i know is going. and i wasn’t really a huge fan of rollercoasters so like, the whole point of going was to hang out with frands. i guess i’ll do that another day

okay good night

this was a very long and detailed post i feel like i wrote a lot. i guess it just felt fresh in my mind

[flighty37-blog]

Martyn and Cornelia the Saga Continues

Warnings: Mature theme

Slight sex scene. 

Also usage of Swedish endearments I found on the internet. Sorry for the horrible spelling.

Disclaimer: Martyn and Cornelia do not belong to me.

Rating: R-T (for theme.

Summary: I'm feeling in a Martyn/Cornelia mood. I feel like there are fanfics lacking for just them. Dan and Phil will make an appearance. As will Catherine and Nigel. Let's see where this takes us. Shall we?

Present Day:

Cornelia draped an arm across the pillow next to her. It was warm, but there was no head there. Likewise she felt the wrinkled sheets beside her, and there was no body there either. Her eyes sprung open. Where was Martyn? She cocked her head to one side, and then she smiled. It sounded like he was on an important call.

She pulled on a dressing gown and she padded to the lounge. He was seated with his back to her, in a straight back chair. She went to stand behind him, and ruffled his hair. He briefly looked up from his call and smiled at her. He blew her a kiss and then finished off the call.

"Hey Beautiful," he trilled as he stood up from the chair. She grinned at him.

"Good morning Handsome. I missed you. The bed was big and lonely," She mock pouted at him.

"Sorry Love. I had to go over 'business' stuff with our 'associates'," Martyn said, and engulfed her in a giant sized hug.

She hugged him back almost cracking some bones. She might have been tiny, but she was strong. He grimaced, but didn't let go, until they'd kissed.

"Ugh! Morning Breath!" But they didn't mind really. They let go of each other and had breakfast, then they brushed their teeth side by side.

"So how are Dan and Phil this morning?" Cornelia asked.

"Edinburgh's breathtaking, Phil got ill on the way there. The usual," Martyn answered, as he finished shaving and dried his face.

"How many selfies did they take before one, or both, fell on their asses?" Cornelia asked.

"Dan stopped Phil from falling off a cliff," Martyn smacked her ass and then jauntily walked out of the bathroom.

She followed him out and returned the favour. Okay enough talking about the babies of the family. Time to focus on them. She pulled a docket from a nearby desk. Yes, sometimes you had to have paper, and she snagged her laptop, and phone just in case.

"Serious Business?" Martyn quirked an eyebrow at her, from his perch on the chair.

"Online store, the IRL store here in town. The usual," Cornelia ran through the paper docket. Then she pulled out charts and graphs from her files on her phone and laptop.

"Increased sales here and here, but decreased sales, here and there," Cornelia pointed out.

"Mmhmm, well we can lower the prices a fraction of a few pounds and cents," Martyn spoke aloud.

"Good idea. We can have a flash sale. We'll have to run it by the boys first, but I think we can manage," Cornelia said.

"Absolutely," Martyn nodded.

"Morning business is finished," Cornelia launched herself onto Martyn's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him, and he returned the favour.

"God I love you. How many times can I say that without becoming boring?" He asked, as she just as, if not more, emphatically kissed him on more places than just his mouth. Her eyes closed, and she was feather light in his lap. He had his hands around her tiny waist, and her feet were swinging off the side of his legs....Life was grand.

"As many times as you like. I'll never tire of hearing those words," Cornelia assured him, as she cuddled closer. Inhaling the cologne on his neck.  She spoke fluently to him in Swedish, and he leaned closer so he could take in her scent and hear the words.

Though he was still learning, yes even after seven and a half years....He loved when all she spoke was Swedish to him. Even when she was so angry at him that she couldn't articulate in English and punctuated her words by throwing small things at him.

Those moments he treasured as well. She was his everything. They had had fights. Especially during 2012. Both had opted not to take sides in that year, but both had been equally hurt. Phil being Martyn's biological brother, and Dan being the closest to a brother that Cornelia had. It had been a heartbreaking year and half. But they had pulled through.

"Your mind is far away my Sweet Unicorn," she placed a hand on his cheek and looked deeply into his eyes.

"Sorry Fairy Light," he whispered, and focused on her. They stared deep into each other's eyes and smiled demurely at the other. They did this every morning, to renew their feelings. To make sure nothing was amiss.

Phil called it scary, Dan just looked the other way. But they were their own couple. Things that didn't make sense to others, made perfect sense to Cornelia and Martyn. Marnelia, Cortyn, they had fun thinking of ways to meld their names together as one.

"Martenia?" Martyn asked, as he pressed a kiss against her throat.

"Cortyn?" Cornelia questioned as she nibbled on his earlobe.

"Mornelia?" Cornelia smiled as they gave each other eskimo kisses with their noses, and butterfly kisses with their eyelashes.

"Those are good! Write those down," Martyn implored, as Cornelia wrote them in her 'notes' section of the phone she held in her hand.

"If we're free until the afternoon....Let's go back to bed," Cornelia said in her best ASMR voice. She rubbed Martyn's cheek with the end of her long thumbnail.

"Anything for you," Martyn stood and still holding on to her, he went to their room and laid her gently down on the bed. With a slight 'floomp', and a bit of bump, Cornelia was now lying board straight on the bed, and looking at Martyn with what looked to be 'bedroom eyes'.

"Take me!" Cornelia's voice went softer, and Martyn had to lean in to hear her.

"Okay," Martyn said, just as his phone vibrated, and he sighed.

He answered, "Hello? If this can wait, please let it wait. I have a sexy woman in my bed."

"MARTYN!!!!" Two disgusted voices yelped out.

"Hello Boys!" Cornelia called out still not moving, and giving Martyn her best 'sexy eyes'. Which wasn't hard to do, because she knew just how to melt Martyn's butter.  

"This better be good," Martyn huffed out, as he laid next to Cornelia, and lifted her shirt, drawing circles on her stomach with his finger.

"It can wait," Phil said.

"Yeah....Sorry for interrupting," Dan was chastened as well.

"Great....Bye," Martyn hung up on them before they could respond.

"M'lady," Martyn said, and he kissed her, and took off her shirt. No bra, this would make it easier access for him. She gave in and started taking off her trousers.

"Karaste (sher-a-steh)," Cornelia said, and reached for Martyn's shirt. He helped pull it above his head, and soon he was topless.

"Raring!" Martyn kissed her lips again, as she kissed his chest, and wrapped her legs around his torso.

"Hjartat," Martyn murmured. (Yair taht meaning the heart)

"The heart of what?" Cornelia asked. Though she had an inkling.

"Hjartat of our relationship....The fire that keeps us burning," Martyn answered, as he felt himself start to rise.

"Let go of your trousers and trainers and socks," Cornelia advised as she helped him unzip.

He continued to explore her body, cupping his hands under her breasts, and then he entered her. She gasped, as he went in. But she tightened her grip and she arched her back.

They had prepared for this moment, condoms and lube, safe sex. Always safe sex. Besides she was on 'the pill' as well. But all that aside, they enjoyed every inch of their bodies being explored by the other.

She screamed out, "Du ar javlight vacker!"

He answered in English, "No you're beautiful!"

They didn't care about the neighbours. They didn't register their volume. They enjoyed each other.

Martyn spoke a phrase he'd been taught early on: "Jag ar en passionerad ung man. Kyss mig odmjukt sotnos!"  (translation: "I am a passionate young boy, Kiss me tenderly darling.")

She replied in kind, "Kat." (Horny.)

He said, "Snygg hack." (Nice arse)

She said, "Sjyssta spiror." (Nice legs)

He chuckled at one point and stated, "Sot." (Cute)

She said, "Du ar min sjals frande." (You're my soulmate.)

He replied, "Du ar sa vacker." (You're so beautiful)

She said, "Jag alskar dig sa mycket!" (I Love You So Much!)

He grinned and responded, "Jag gillar dig." (I fancy you.)

She said, "Kyss mig." (Kiss me.)

He replied, "With pleasure."

She stopped kissing him and whispered in his ear, "Du ger mig rysninger av vallust." (You give me shivers of pleasure.)

He said, "Du ar den enda for mig." (You are the only one for me.)

She said, "Du ar perfekt." (You are perfect.)

He  responded, "Du ar den basta kvinnan i varlden." (You are the greatest woman in the world.)

She chuckled lovingly against his bare chest, and she kissed him.

The she threw him a phrase he had to translate. It was cheesy when he'd translated it in his mind. But he loved it anyway.

She whispered, as she trailed fingers down his spine, "Jag hoppas du inte gjorde dig illa nar du foll fran himlen min angel." (I hope you didn't hit yourself as you fell down from they sky, my angel.)

He laughed as he kissed her, and then added, "Jag vill kyssa dig." (I want to kiss you.)

She breathed out, "What's stopping you?" (In English this time)

He said, "Jag alskar dig." (I love you.)

She answered, "Jag alskar dig mer (I love you more)

He played with the tendrils of her hair as he said, "Jag alskar dig mest." (I love you the most.)

They were kissing, and prodding, and jabbing and scratching, and kissing again, and clawing a bit. And mussing up their hair, and just generally enjoying their day, as Martyn finished, he lay on top of her, holding her arms back, and above her head. His eyes half-lidded and he was smouldering. He reached for her again.

He said, "Sag att du alskar mig." (Tell me you love me.)

She answered in English, "A million times, a million times a million....I Love You!!!!" Her scream pierced the air, as he pierced her. She was shaking, but it wasn't out of fear. No. She loved him with every fiber of her being.

She whispered against him again, "Hej sotnos." (Hey sweetie.)

He grinned and finished once more, "Du ar sa haftig." (You're cool!)

She felt him release, and he was spread eagle on top of her, their fingers entwined, they were sweating, but they didn't mind.  They kissed again. Fervently. Her Martyn, his Cornelia. He spoke, still catching his breath, "Du ar javligt vacker." (You're fucking beautiful.)

She smiled, "You're so wrong on many levels my love."

He shook his head, and grinned down at her. Just before round three could happen. Martyn's phone went off. He seized it and shook it, and declined the call.

"Shower?" She asked.

He nodded, and they headed for the bathroom, completely unclothed. He turned on the tap and soon it was steamy.

She wrapped her arms around his back, as high as she could reach; murmuring against him, "Alskling" (Darling/Sweetie.)

He returned, "Du har vackra ogon." (You have beautiful eyes.)

She blushed. She always loved his eyes. She chuckled against him, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

She repeated, "Du har en snygg rov." (You have a great arse.)

He softly added, "Jag laskar dig." (I love you.)

She kissed his lower back.

He helped her into the shower.

"My darling...." They helped wash each other, and then they made love in the shower, then they washed each other again, and kissed all the way into the bedroom. Reluctantly they dressed, because their alarm they'd set for 'business hours' was going off, and Martyn's phone was buzzing, Cornelia's phone was ringing. Time to get busy with work.

"Tomorrow morning?" She fluttered her eyes at him.

"You can count on it," Martyn tucked his shirt in, getting ready for a meeting.

She put on her best outfit, ready to Skype with someone important.

"Let the day begin," Martyn took the opportunity to admire Cornelia from top to bottom.

She took the opportunity to squeeze his arse. They quickly kissed again, and went their separate ways. She went to their office, he went to find his Oyster card. Normally he would be driving, but it would be near suicide in the London traffic. She came back from the office, and stood next to him in the lounge.

"Good luck. Safe travels," she said, and blew him a kiss. He 'caught' it and placed it next to his heart.

"Always my Swedish Flower. Thief of my heart," He put on one of his many hats, and went out the door. His phone started vibrating again.

She endured her Skype meeting. Afterwards her own phone's shrill ringtone sounded. She looked at the incoming call. Her practically mother in law. Catherine.

"Good day Catherine," Cornelia's eyes sparkled.

She continued, "He just left. He's got a meeting or two to attend to in person. I know they're in Scotland. They arrived safely. I don't think there have been any accidents. Well, Phil did try and fall off a cliff. Not on purpose...."

She laughed, they exchanged recipes. Boring things, but stuff that made Cornelia feel special. She was indeed part of this crazy family, and she loved every minute of it. Nothing she said was ever said against her. And living with Martyn, sharing his life, well it couldn't have been better.

"Sorry Catherine, I've got another call," she said into the receiver.

They said their goodbyes and she picked up the other line, "Hi Phil, I was just on the phone to your mum...."

"I've got some ideas for our merchandise. I just took some pics," Phil started.

"Was this before or after your near plummet off a cliff?" Cornelia asked, slightly amused.

"You heard about that?" Phil was non-plussed and also slightly amused.

"Well you know that Dan tells us everything. Us and Twitter. I'm surprised you didn't stalk his Twitter page," Cornelia said, as she examined herself in the mirror, and wondered what she should cook for dinner. That is if Martyn would let her cook....

"I'm sending them over to you now," Phil said, dragging her mind back to the present conversation.

"I'm Stalking Your Twitter Page!" Phil yelled over his shoulder at someone. Cornelia stifled a laugh.

"Like You Don't Do That Already!" Came the ready reply.

"You two," Cornelia said.

"Yeah we're weirdoes," Phil affirmed.

"You're my brothers, I love you, but go on and do what you need to do. I'm awaiting that interview with Sue Perkins," Cornelia spoke up.

"We're getting ready for it right now. Well I'm ready, Dan's procrastinating....Anyway did you get the pics?" Phil asked.

"Yes, and tell Dan if he doesn't hurry up a very angry Swedish sister, will reach through the phone and slap the back of his head," Cornelia replied.

Phil relayed the message and gave her the reply although censored, "He says frick you."

"I'll frick him alright," Cornelia said.

"She said she'll, 'frick' you alright," Phil said.

"I'm Not Buying Her Anything From Here," Dan yelped.

"We'll bring you some souvies, don't worry," Phil smoothed over.

"You're my favourite brother Phil!" Cornelia smiled.

"Awww I knew it! Dan says he's the favourite. But I told him that no he isn't. Because you two are so much alike, and it's opposites that attract. I knew you forgave me for 'eating' your gingerbread house that one year," Phil rambled.

"Get off the phone you silly man. I'll see you guys later," Cornelia got off the phone, as the two youngests argued.

She shook her head. When did she become the older sister? Oh right. When she'd gotten together with Martyn, and had had the pleasure of meeting Phil and Dan. Now to find some ingredients. Just as she turned to put the things on the cutting board, she yelped as her arse was grabbed. She turned and met Martyn's face.

"Hey Beautiful," he greeted.

"Who's beautiful? I don't see any beautiful....I see miles of handsome though," Cornelia pretended to look around for any 'beautiful people'.

"So how was your afternoon?" Martyn asked, as he stood beside her, and watched as she chopped up ingredients for a Swedish stew.

"The usual, Phil sent me amazing pics from Edinburgh, I threatened Dan...." Her voice trailed off.

"Why'd you threaten Dan?" Martyn was genuinely curious as he opened a jar of pickles and chopped up some lettuce for salad, and Cornelia got busy on the cooker and started to add the veggies for sauteeing and she grinned over at him.

"He was procrastinating getting dressed and Phil was dressed already to go to their interview with Sue Perkins," Cornelia explained.

"Did you threaten to hit the back of his head?" Martyn knew her very well.

"How did you know?" Cornelia batted her eyes at him, as she finished turning the gas on low.

"Because that's how you make him toe the line. And it's your favourite threat as of late. Did he get dressed then?" Martyn spoke.

"I don't know. He said he wasn't buying us any souvenirs," Cornelia shrugged as a smile lit her face. Martyn had kissed her cheek.

"Phil will pull through. He always does. He likes to give us presents. Even if they're not 'normal' pressies. Remember the raccoon penis bone?" Martyn spoke again, and grinned as she kissed the top of his hand.

"I remember the penis bone. We have to continually hide it from your mother every time she comes for a visit," Cornelia acknowledged.

"And the weird face banks?" Martyn asked.

"I gave ours to charity," Cornelia confirmed.

"But we don't tell Phil that. Do we?" Martyn continued the conversation.

"Definitely not," Cornelia affirmed.

They finished dinner prep, and went to wait in the lounge. They cuddled together and watched a bit of television. Then they went on Twitter and outlined the new layout for the online IRL store, and Dan and Phil's shop, as well as Jack and Dean's shop and then they looked at the Game Grumps merchandise, and JackSepticeye's merchandise as well.

"Markiplier has new merch too!" Cornelia smiled.

"Everyone's coming out with new merch. School's starting soon," Martyn said, as he went to Amazon to look at any new accessories for DJs.

"Well yes, but we have nice notebooks," Cornelia said.

"Dan and Phil's ideas of course," Martyn said.

"They're too smart for their own good," Cornelia shook her head.

"We are too. We're business savvy, and besides you're a singer. I've got the whole package," Martyn pulled her onto his lap, and she snuggled against him.

"Let dinner burn. Let the whole flat fall down in flames....I don't care. As long as I'm with you," Cornelia murmured against his chest.

He held her tighter and kissed her hair, "When I'm with you nothing else matters.

Her eyes teared up and she looked up at him. He shook his head and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Are you sad?" He asked.

"Not in the least," She answered.

"Good," He replied, and kissed her cheek.

"My love for you knows no bounds," Cornelia was going sappy.

"Turn that into a song!" Martyn encouraged.

"You're my song," Cornelia said.

"Ohhh another good title," Martyn smiled at her.

Just then....

"SMOKE!" Cornelia jumped off his lap and raced to the kitchen.

"SHIT!" He yelped.

Martyn got the extinguisher, and they put out the fire before it could spread. Even the salad got some fire extinguisher fluid in it.

"So much for a home cooked meal," Cornelia said.

"We'll order take away," Martyn soothed, as he tweeted about the disasterous dinner.

"Pizza?" She questioned.

"Veggie lovers?" He questioned back.

"What else?" She ordered online.

She ordered pizza, salad, and some breadsticks. Even some diet soda. Even though it wasn't that healthy of an option. She shrugged. Let them live a little. She was excited when the Sue Perkins interview came on BBC1.

"MARTYN! GET YOUR SEXY ASS IN HERE!" She yelled.

"I'm In The Bathroom!" Martyn hollered back.

"Our Brothers Are On The Telly!" She replied.

"COMING!!!!" He loped into the lounge, and they snuggled together.

The interview wasn't 'funny' per se, but the two made it very entertaining. Making the mature audience members laugh. Complimenting the target audience that was mingled in with them. It was a perfect interview. When was it never a perfect interview with those two? They were so clever. Clever boys turning a clever idea into clever and sweet YouTube channels. They were family most of all. She thanked her lucky stars that she had landed among this group of individuals.

"They're so nervous. Look at Phil! He never blinks," Cornelia said.

"And Dan's leading the chat as usual. He's very articulate," Martyn observed.

"They're hardly fidgeting; I'm so proud of them," Cornelia said.

"Me too," Martyn breathed out as he sniffed her hair.

She smirked at him, "I smell like smoke and fire extinguisher fluid.

"You smell like roses," Martyn differed.

"I love you," She said.

"Ditto," He grinned at her.

"Are you quoting 'Ghost' to me?" She asked.

"Duh," He grinned at her.

The interview ended, the telly channels were turned, and she stretched a little.

She tried it this time, "I love you...."

He grinned, "I know."

"You're the Han Solo to my Princess Leia," Cornelia smirked.

"I need a Chewbacca," Martyn said.

"You've got Phil, he's close enough," Cornelia returned.

"Dan's taller," Martyn mused.

"He's a Storm Trooper. He's definitely on the 'Dark Side'," Cornelia said.

"You do not know the power of the Dark Side," Martyn imitated Darth Vader.

"Soulless," Martyn continued.

"Like me. I'd rather be on the Dark Side. They've got bickies," Cornelia said.

"The Light Side has levitating powers and Yoda," Martyn said.

"I'd rather biscuits," Cornelia said.

"That's it, I'm defecting," Martyn decided.

"You'd be a traitor?" Cornelia pretended to be shocked.

"Yup! You're there and I love biscuits," Martyn nodded decisively.

"That means you're abandoning your brother," Cornelia said.

Martyn looked conflicted for a moment.

"It's okay, he'll befriend the lone Storm Trooper and they'll be the best of friends, proving that conflicts can be forgotten," Martyn answered.

"But then you've sold your soul to the Dark Side," Cornelia pointed out.

"Nuh-uh. I've got a loop hole, I steal you away and we go live in the hills fighting off the Jawas," Martyn answered.

"Hmmm I like that idea," she nodded.

"Reckon we could cosplay in Star Wars costumes?" Martyn asked.

"As amusing as this conversation is; let's do something else," Cornelia suggested.

"What other disaster needs our protection?" Martyn questioned.

"That made absolutely no sense," Cornelia admonished.

Martyn shrugged his shoulders.

"Have I ever made sense?" Martyn wondered.

"Not since I've met you. Although you did make me jealous of Kimberly the Yoga Instructor," Cornelia answered, as she turned the telly off.

"I meant to do that. There was never any 'Kimberly'," Martyn said.

"You lied to me?!" She feigned shock and she punched his shoulder, whilst he laughed.

Then she ended up laughing as well.

She put her whole self in his lap. Her legs across his lap, and she had her head on a cushion.

She fell asleep like that. She was presently carried to their room, and tucked in, Martyn lay beside her, and watched her sleep. He was like Phil, a nightowl. He watched her easy breathing and soft sleepy smile, she almost always had a 'sleepy smile' on her face when she was in deep sleep. He played with her curls. She smiled wider, and her eyes fluttered. He turned to his side, and steadied himself with his elbow, so he could properly play with her hair.

He then kissed the nape of her neck. She fluttered her eyes again, moaned a little. She turned to face him, and her eyes fully opened.

"Yes my handsome prince?" She was semi sarcastic when she'd said it.

"Ahhh True Love's kiss has awakened thee," He grinned at her.

She sleepily smiled back at him.

He drew circles on her stomach, until she sighed blissfully and went back to sleep. She was content. She was happy. Therefore he was contently watching her sleep. Guarding her. Watching over her.

"Lay beside me Martyn," She sleepily slurred.

"Okay," He did as he was bid and held her close against his body.

"That's better," she said and drifted off into heavier sleep.

"Shh...." his own eyes closed.

They slept very peacefully.

The End.

[keep-enduring]

1-100

distract me pls

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life? no

2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? kind of 

3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” cats

4: What’s something you really want right now? her

5: Are you afraid of falling in love? sometimes

6: Do you like the beach? it depends

7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? nope

8: What’s the background on your cell? my baby boy

9: Name the last four beds you were sat on? mine, my parents

10: Do you like your phone? sometimes

11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned? fuck no

12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? my managers

13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? how about a corgi????

14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? emotional for suree

15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? art museum

16: Are you tired? when am i not?? 

17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact? my whole life

18: Are they a relative? yes

19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? yes

20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? a week ago

21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? maybe

22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? yes

23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? none, i have my watch on though

24: Is there a certain quote you live by? not really

25: What’s on your mind? everything

26: Do you have any tattoos? no, i wish

27: What is your favorite color? purple or blue

28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? not for a while 

29: Who are you texting? no one

30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? yes

31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? all the time

32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? no

33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you? don’t think so

34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? i think so, don’t remember

35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? i would be hurt

36: Were you single on Valentines Day? yes

37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed? not really

38: What do your friends call you? hoe lol

39: Has anyone upset you in the last week? oh yea

40: Have you ever cried over a text? too many times

41: Where’s your last bruise located? my legs

42: What is it from? tripping over a chair

43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? all the time

44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with? my mom

45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes? not really

46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? yeaaa

47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style? fuck no

48: Do you make supper for your family? at times yes

49: Does your bedroom have a door? yes

50: Top 3 web-pages? don’t have any

51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping? yes, myself

52: Does anything on your body hurt? yes

53: Are goodbyes hard for you? sometimes

54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? water

55: How is your hair? ehhh

56: What do you usually do first in the morning? go pee

57: Do you think two people can last forever? yes

58: Think back to January 2007, were you single? yes

59: Green or purple grapes? purple

60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug? not sure

61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? yes

62: When will be the next time you text someone? later on today probably

63: Where will you be 5 hours from now? my school

64: What were you doing at 8 this morning. sleeping

65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked? no

66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? yes

67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today? no

68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? don’t remember

69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? yep

70: How many windows are open on your computer? 2

71: How many fingers do you have? all 10

72: What is your ringtone? default one 

73: How old will you be in 5 months? 20

74: Where is your Mum right now? in her room

75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? didn’t work out

76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? no

77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? yes

78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? yep

79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike? no

80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? yes

81: How many people have you liked in the past three months? 2

82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? no

83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight? probably not

84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? my best frand

85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care? yes

86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? nothing

87: Who was your last received call from? my mom

88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? heck no

89: What is something you wish you had more of? patience

90: Have you ever trusted someone too much? i guess

91: Do you sleep with your window open? heck no

92: Do you get along with girls? yes

93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? yes

94: Does sex mean love? depends with who

95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? depends on who you ask

96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? no

97: Did you sleep alone this week? no

98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? i used to

99: Do you believe in love at first sight? yes

100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise? my ex

[lexcdazy]

Much love 2 my best frand @ricarossdaboss for sending this pic, wearing a turquoise Juanita ring from last spring's collection (ring finger) and a custom peruvian opal ring I made just for her! I may have added cactus flowers to the background....😇😇😇 (at West Bottoms)