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[whowantshota]

NOT ALLOWED pt. 2 —— lee heeseung

it's date night with your boyfriend, but you don't even show up. you can't help it, old habits die hard.

warnings ☆ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. angst, smut, cheating, dom heeseung, this is mostly smut, manipulation, ft enha, soobin (txt) deserves the world,

song recs: it almost worked, tv girl. not allowed, tv girl. lovers rock, tv girl. billie bossa nova, billie eilish,

read part one here! can also be read as a standalone

After what you’ve been calling the ‘little incident,’ the rest of the week was uneventful. Classes are the same, Sunoo’s no less dramatic, and you think you’ve texted your project partner Yunjin at least once since then. Soobin’s still texting you sweet little goodnight messages before you go to sleep though, still kissing you the same and fucking you in that slow, soft way he always has.

You hate it. Hate it with every fiber of your being. You hate it so much. The way he isn’t repulsed by you, hugs you close to him when the two of you go about on campus. The way he loves you all the same despite what you’ve now gone and done.

And you know that you should break up with him. Not because he’s ass—if anything he’s the farthest from it that you’ve ever seen a man be. No, if anything you (absolutely) are the ass. That’s why it’d be so much better than trying, trying so damn hard to love him the way he loves you.

“Dinner? Tomorrow, at 9?” He asked you suddenly during study group. You look up from your book to glance at him. One eyebrow raised, he grins at the feeling of his knee pressing into your thigh, pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Dinner?” You repeat, tapping your pencil against the table. Soobin nods, running his tongue over his bottom lip. There’s a slight blush you can see creeping up his neck, rising in his ears. 

He waits for you to answer, hands folded politely over his own textbook. His sleeves are rolled up just below his elbows and you can see the thick vein that traces its way down to the back of his hand. His fingers are so pretty, so big, have fucked their way into your a cunt a number of times now. The same fingers that’ve treated you right so many times, skimmed across the expanse of your inner thigh. They’ve never choked you, though. Never fucked into your mouth and pressed hard on your tongue, never pulled you down and gagged you on cock.

They’ve never treated you like Heeseung has.

You blink twice, look down, only to look back up and peek at Soobin from under your lashes. “Yeah. Dinner sounds great.”

The way Soobin lights up makes your heart hurt. You really don’t know why he’s put so much effort into taking you out, nor why it still makes him happy. You’ve been dating for three months now, talking for maybe a little longer than that. He’s been trying to make more time for you now, ever since you mentioned it to him. Date’s every fortnight, mostly over coffee or ice cream. Sometimes there’s sex, and sometimes there’s not. Usually, there is.

Soobin’s hands unfold, and he spares a look at the clock. He breaks into the awkward silence, clearing his throat and straightening the white collar of his shirt. “Um, it’s late, huh.” He notes, scratching the back off his neck. “Can I…”

“Sure.” You say, lips pursed. You know what he wants; nothing more than to simply walk you to your dorm. He nods silently at your response and stands up, closing his book and gathering his own things to shove into his bag. Too fucking sweet for his own good, Choi Soobin does not deserve you.

★ . *- .

You think it almost worked.

If you had tried a little harder, possibly made a little more room in your heart for Soobin, then maybe you could have left every single thing about Lee fucking Heeseung behind you.

You did dress up for dinner, wore a short black dress and your favorite cardigan. You did take the time to fix up your hair, and you did go the extra mile and buy him a perfume.

Oh fuck that, you didn’t even wait for him to pick you up at your dorm.

It should have seemed at least a little shocking, but to be honest, you knew that you would come back. You could take it to another level and say you that had planned it, and that’d even be true.

Heeseung was shocked though, opening the door to find you standing outside at 8:47 PM, his pretty, pink lips parted in silence. Before he could say anything, you were already pulling him in for a kiss, feeling his warmth and sliding your hands into his wet hair.

He lets out a long, full groan against your bottom lips when your hands start to feel lower, wanting and reaching for more. “Baby,” he hums when he finally pulls away, “fuck, slow down.”

His hands wrap around your wrists, separating your touch from him. Heeseung did not expect to see you back on his doorstep so soon, had thought you’d be a smarter girl. Thought you'd take some time to think about things, maybe even see how bad, how fucking horrible you are for each other. You didn’t though, and to say he didn’t want you back on his doorstep though, would be a lie. 

“Need you Heeseung,” you tell him. He can’t help but shiver at the sight of you, his grip loosening around your arms and allowing you to slither a hand to his face, cupping his cheek. 

You pull at the hem of the black shirt he’s wearing, tight around his chest. He must’ve just come back from practice, meaning Jay and Jake are probably still in the house but honestly you couldn’t care less. They could watch for all you care.

You’re attaching your lips to his once more before he’s pulling you inside, only separating once to close the door and press your backside against it. 

Heeseung moans into your mouth, tasting the sweet cherry chapstick slick on your lips. His hands move from your arms to glide along your waist. He squeezes, earning a small, muffled cry from you. It was funny, how well he still remembered you and all of your littleticks, what you liked and what threw you off. 

He only moves his lips from yours to start sucking against the skin on your neck, efficient work pulling an unwanted whimper from you. He smiles against your skin and you can feel the upturned corners pressing to you.

“Fuck, Seungie.” You murmur, pulling away for a breath, which is short lived because Heeseung is pulling you back in, bitting your bottom lip. 

You tug at his sweats, fitting a hand inside and cupping his hard on. He stiffens at your touch, hissing something you can’t hear. You love it, the way he reels into you, hands gripping you tight. You could let him take you here, have you all to himself on the couch until midnight. Even longer than that if you really fucking wanted to.

You have him here, all to yourself. He’s whispering in your ear about how good you taste and you’re talking right back, going on and on about how much you missed him, needed him.

You feel the vibration of your phone buzz in your cardigan, but you don’t make a move to even check for it. Fuck Yunjin, or Sunoo, or Soobin, you get back to them later. But you can’t get back Heeseung, can’t get back the way he grinds into the palm of your hand, can’t get back the sweet sounds he makes everytime you tug a little to hard at his hair. Definitely can’t get back the way he loves you at all, though you’re not sure how long it’s been since you lost that.

You groan in annoyance when your phone starts to ring again, pulling it out from your pocket. Heeseung doesn’t question it, let’s you simply fling your phone somewhere around the room and drums his fingers against your hip.

“Came to see me, yeah?” He mumbles against your neck, thumbs starting to rub against you in a circular motion. “Came to let me eat that pretty cunt, mm?”

He starts to suck a hickey and you almost protest, almost say that Soobin could see it, could figure out that you make yourself cum with someone else’s name on the tip of your tongue. But you don’t say anything, only palm his bulge and moan. He slips a hand under the skirt of your dress, presses his fingers against the crotch of your panties.

He’s dragging slow fingers against fabric, feeling the growing wet patch between your folds. “Seungie, hurry up.” You pout, looking at him with big, wet eyes.

Luckily, he’s not in the mood to tease you, yet. He hums and complies with your pleas, locking your lips once more as he slides two fingers in. He’s sloppily kissing you, devouring the moans that leave you while at the same time fucking his fingers into you. 

He doesn’t take his time at all; doesn’t look to see if you’re enjoying it. He doesn’t need to, he knows you eat up whatever the fuck he gives you. Knows he’s fucked you right enough times for you to love this.

You feel like your legs are going to give out when he rolls his thumb against your clit, other hand reaching to knead the flesh of your ass. From the way he’s still grinding against your hand, you think he’s enjoying it too.

You whimper when he pulls out so abruptly, dropping to kneel on the floor in front of you. He pulls your leggings and panties down to your knees, sucking on his fingers and pressing his cheek against the soft skin of your thigh. You can hear the loud pop when he pulls them out of his mouth, messily coated in his saliva. 

When he pauses to look up at you, fuck, you swear you could cum on the spot. The greatest view you’ve seen in a long time; Heeseung below you with his mouth parted slightly, haired mussed, face flushed deep red as he licks his fingers clean.

It hits you right then, how much you want him, really fucking need him. “Fuckin’, love you. Need you s’much.” You cry. There’s tears welling up in your eyes, and they seem to be enough to inspire him to continue. 

Warm, wet lips press against your cunt. It's so soft, so gentle that for a second you wonder if it really is Heeseung, who’s peppering kisses along your pelvis. If he's really there, looking up at you from behind thick locks of dark hair. “Yeah? Need me to fuck this pretty pussy because your boyfriend doesn't?” He asks, continuing to press a trail of kisses against your front, only stopping when he's about right under your navel.

“He…he does,” you stutter. You didn’t think before the words came out, merely let them spill in a hurried response. To be fair, you hadn’t spoken that loud either, but Heeseung hears it, of course.

“Oh, he does?” He takes a moment to let it sink in, brows furrowing before he pulls away and stands up. You want to hold him back down, tell him to kneel again and fuck his tongue into your cunt. But perhaps now's not the time: Heeseung looks unimpressed by the words, arms crossed over his chest. 

The dorm is silent. Much too silent. Considering it’s not that late, you can bet that both Jake and Jay are still up, if not in their respective rooms, hopefully out and about.

Not that there’s time to think about those too, though. Heeseung’s hand is closing around your wrist, and he’s dragging you away from the wall and further into the room. He lays you on the couch—it seems to have become a spot after your last visit.

Heeseung’s got you pinned under him in seconds, pulling off his shirt, hips straddling yours. “You’d don’t think he could fuck you better than I could, baby?” You hear him hum. One strong hand resting on your stomach, bulge pressed up against your leg. 

“That's why you're here with me, letting me fuck this cunt, hm?” He trails off, not so much flinching as you reach into his boxers, pulling his thick cock out of his sweats.

You didn’t come here because of anyone else, you came here because you need Heeseung. Because Soobin could fuck you right, but he just can’t fuck you the way Herseung does. So you’re about to object, state your point, looking at Heeseung through pitiful eyes. And then a buzzing starts up from between the couch cushions.

Heeseung sees it before you do, grabs your long forgotten phone from where it’s sunk. He looks it over, bright light illuminating his face much better than the old lamp in the corner does. 

You know something is wrong when you see the smirk growing on his face, wetting his bottom lip. The phone’s still buzzing, but Heeseung’s already hovering right over you, breath fanning over your face. Precum dribbles down from his tip and along the back of your leg. “Keep quiet for a bit, ‘kay baby?”

He places the phone on the couch arm behind you. You’re about to turn around, swearing you heard something when Heeseung suddenly pushes into you without warning. 

You gasp, pussy squeezing around his girth. He shoves his thumb into the side of your mouth, forcing it open enough for him to spit inside. 

“Swallow,” he commands, fucking into you at a mild pace. His hand moves down to close around your throat, resting his thumb against the lump when you comply. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

“Please!” You cry, clenching even harder at the pet name, earning a groan from Heeseung. His pace falters, and he’s fucking into you sloppily. 

“Fuck, I’ll take care of this cunt,” Heeseung manages to get out, voice, breathy as he speaks. You hiccup, tears slipping down your face. It feels so good, too good. How the fuck did you survive a week without this?

He doesn’t complain when your arms wrap around him, nails digging raw pink marks into his skin. Your back hurts like fuck with the way your arching, but the warmth of his cock is too good for you to care. “Yes, fuck–please, wan’ that.”

And as always, it’s about Heeseung giving you whatever you need at the moment. Maybe that’s why you don’t notice the sadistic smirk on Heeseung’s face when he lazily fucks a couple of more strokes into you. Or why you don’t hear the other end of the phone, don’t see Soobin’s contact name shining brightly on the dial screen of your phone.

“Yeah?” Heeseung muses, reveling in the thought of the desperate scratches he’ll find on his back tomorrow morning. “Who does this pussy belong to, baby?” 

“Heeseung! All yours Seungie-” You’re babbling now, sobbing through choked breaths. He fits in you so well; you know you were just made for him.

“All. Fucking. Mine.” He grunts, fucking into you on each word. The disconnect tone plays right when Heeseung cums, head of his cock dragging against you insides as he rides the high out. 

He doesn’t topple over you and let you ruffle his hair when finishes. Nor does he kiss your nose or call you beautiful. No, he merely pulls out, watches the way his cum spills down your thighs, tucks himself back into his sweats and pushes off of the couch.

You almost reach out to him, but the words die in your throat. You hear Heeseung mutter something, tell you that you can get cleaned in the bathroom, that there’s a pair of his clothes you can change into.

You hate him for it. Even though you’re the one who wanted to walk into all of this. Heeseung did tell you that you couldn’t, shouldn’t start over. Who the fuck were you to think you could fix him; fix what you had?

Now you’re really crying. Big tears welling up and dropping onto the wrinkled skirt of your dress. You pick up your phone from its place on the armchair, open the call app, then drop it into your lap.

You should have known, should have expected it with the number of times he brought up Soobin. Should have seen him reach for your phone, should have noticed the grand smile he wore while he fucked you so good, so deep.

Soobin’s phone number appears three times in your list of recent calls. Twice, as a missed call. Once, as answered.

i love this work so much. reblogs and comments are always appreciated! not beta read

[dreamgrlarchive]

A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Winter

you guys LOVED the summer guide so it’s only right i make a winter version. i’ll be covering all the same topics in this posts that’ll outline what the prissy girl agenda is for this years frosty season. this post will give you about a month and a half to prepare for a prissy girl winter! ❄️💕🍧

what’s the look this winter?

“cute and cozy” i, personally, am going for a layered, always warm, mattified look this winter. somewhere between maximalist and bougie. still very much bimboesque, as this is a year long thing for a prissy girl. long big bombshell curls and big fluffy lashes! not to mention lots and lots of pink and white! lots of layered looks.

“it's officially fall bbys. uggs, tracksuits, sew ins are in”

-@prissygrI via twitter

“i can't wait for the winter so i can wear fur boots, earmuffs, leg warmers, layers and more cute stuff again <3”

-@prissygrI via twitter

“long bombshell curls, leg warmers, fur coats, tote bags, heavy blush, fur accents, ear muffs, long fluffy lashes, bling details, white gold jewelry, ugg boots, pink and white are my winter lewk this year 🎀❄️💕”

-@prissygrI via twitter

first and foremost…

skin prep is a priority again. winter is usually a dry time of year for people. instead of using oils and lotions, opt for heavier creams for moisture and hydration. some of my favs include cerave moisture cream, jergens shea butter body cream, and bath and body works body creams.

preparation

new thicker bedding and blankets to keep comfy and warm.

store all your hot weather clothes! but be sure to leave out the layerable pieces

buy some winter boots if you don’t have any! the ones i’m buying are the pink, black, brown and white cubby demonias.

car maintenance is extremely important. get your tires rotated, or new tires altogether. ensure your car’s brakes are properly maintained and your car’s heat is functioning properly.

invest in new body scrubs as this is usually driest time of year. the winter is the perfect time to work on your skin on the body because your skin has time to turnover and heal.

buy some mugs for hot chocolate and tea!

buying some thick tights and stockings and undershirts for layering.



essentials

hand cream

body cream

ugg collection

warm, sweet fragrances

winter/end of year diary

new phone case

travel thermos

tights and leggings

thermal under clothes

thick cozy pjs

moisturizing body washes

umbrella

lip balm!!! super important

dayquil/nyquil/cough drops

yankee candles

clothes and accessories

fur coats give a very bougie, expensive aura while being functional fashion for the super cold weather. i personally think you should have two to three

white gold and sterling silver jewelry over gold!

leg warmers are another example of functional fashion. they give such a cute delicate touch to your look while providing so much more warmth

bow details. just so cute. buy some ribbon and add it to anything. buy big or small hair bows

victoria’s secret pajamas and slippers. the classic stripe collection are a must but vs has lots of high quality cold weather pieces.

tote bags. something about big extra cute purses add to the maximal look of prissy girl winter to me. i love using my telfar, juicy bag, and victoria’s secret bag in the cold months to compliment my layers and details.

knitted clothing pieces. the perfect warm cozy touch to a look.

velour tracksuits. very self explanatory. super comfy n cozy and look amazing paired with boots

cute n comfy loungewear for cozy grl looks!

ear muffs

fuzzy sets and pieces. fashion nova has really cute girly fuzzy pieces. let’s look for hats and gloves with fuzzy details

fur and rhinestone details. fur trims, blingy jewelry! think bratz forever diamondz, myscene bling bling

fuzzy slippers

pink, white, and black are essentials

cheetah prints. purses, coats, tops anything! o feel like cheetah print is pretty neutral so it’s easy to pair

hoop earrings and blingy pendants. snowflakes are perfect for this season but anything icy but dainty is perfect. it’s something about snow and bling that goes perfectly together.

anything that gives bougie and expensive honestly!

beauty

long fluffy eyelashes. the wispy style is my fav but i feel like they aren’t extra enough for the winter. fluffy lashes covered in snow are so cute!

pink and brown creamy opaque glosses

pressed powder to wear for a matte, smooth makeup look.

new whipped body butters! butters help seal in moisture, hydrating the skin much better than thin lotions.

edp with warm notes of decadence. ex. burberry her elixir, armani my way intense, b&bw a thousand wishes, vs warm and cozy, ariana grande cloud, billie eilish, etc.

sweet scents that smell like cinnamon, chocolate, gingerbread, and cranberry.

26”+ sew ins and extensions for long bombshell hair. the winter is the best season for sew ins and i’m definitely getting mine!

thick facial moisturizer to protect your skin from the windy blistering cold.

[finelinevogue]

these are angsty times, so i feel like a good angsty blurb about h never making time for you is one idea. but since these are angsty times, then maybe it also calls for fluff so maybe h likes to do one thing different in any of his songs for you every show? kind of like sabrina carpenter’s nonsense outro? so like maybe during keep driving, he always sings something different to you or about you?

pls tell me i’m making sense, i can’t talk i’m too excited

okay hello. of course my first blurb back would be requested at the hands of our very own nova (this is especially for you);

(this is part of the harryshouse!universe too)

It was a known thing that Harry was very much in love with you.

If anything, the poor man was so in love with you he got teased for it. Even the fans were in on some of the jokes. You being a well known Youtuber and social media influencer meant that Harrys doting love was often well publicised.

Actions such as him buying you flowers, him making you dinner or taking you out for a fancy dinner would be shown on your Instagram for fans, and everyone else, to see. However, simple things like stolen kisses, hand-written love notes and 3AM ice-cream runs for you were actions that you kept secret and close to your heart.

Those actions were yours and Harrys alone.

There were some actions, however that were made overtly public so even people that didn't have Instagram or follow you would hear of.

Some of Harrys love declarations made National news headlines.

Specifically the changing of lyrics at his concerts.

Like stated, it was no surprise that the love Harry had for you would cause him to do some crazy things, but Harry changing his lyrics on stage would always be on of the greater, funnier, gestures for you. What's more, is they were as public as they came.

It started with 'Keep Driving'. In New York, night 3.

Nobody was expecting the show to be any different musically to the night before, except for when he changed the lyrics to 'Keep Driving'. At first the fans thought he was singing a different song, but afterwards, through re-watching videos, they came to learn the new lyrics he'd made.

"Cocain, Y/N's boob. I choke her, with a sea view."

When you had come to realise what he had sung you had gone red in the face.

"Harry!"

He knew he was in trouble just from the fact you used his full and proper name, rather than he loving nicknames you used for one another.

"In the kitchen, love." He answered back, swivelling on the barstool chair to face the door you would come through.

When he saw you, you were red in the face and were shaking your head with a sarcastic grin. Harry smiled as he watched you walk over to him, dressed in one of his tour jumpers and a pair of joggers.

You stopped in front of him and he immediately brought you closer, sliding his warm hands underneath the jumper and running them up and down your back.

"What's with the pout, hm?" He asked.

"You know." You challenged him, wanting to see whether he did or did not in fact know.

"If it's about the fact I bought you Galaxy instead of Cadbury's chocolate, again, i've already apologised five times." He groaned.

"It's not about that actually," You shook your head, "But you should know that no amount of apologies will fix that problem."

Harry smiled and shook his head at you. "Then what, baby?"

You turned your phone around and showed him a video of the previous night on stage, singing the new version of ‘Keep Driving’. He nodded his head along to the music and you noticed no sense of regret or guilt to what he had done.

You looked expectantly at him once you’d finished showing it to him.

“Well?” 

“Well what?”

“What the fuck was that? You basically outed the fact that I am a very kinky lady.”

Harry snorted a laugh. “Baby, you’re not a lady if you let me choke you.”

“So you both admit and are okay with how you sang that verse.”

“Uh everyone knew the song was about you anyways, love. It’s not that hard to figure it out, since I’ve only ever been in love with you.” He counter argued, making very good points.

“Well now they’re starting a fan project to sing that line instead of the original version.” You grumbled. “So they’re collectively singing about my boobs and you choking me.”

He didn’t day anything but just smiled.

You pushed away from him but he was quick to grab your hand and pull you even closer back to his chest.

“At the end of the day, I’m only choking you.” 

And at that, he had pretty much won the argument - later proving his last remark to you. 

Since that ‘Keep Driving’ impromptu lyric change, Harry has been clever in building them into the rest of the set. He doesn’t make the lyric changes every night on stage, even if the fans do sing the new version, but sometimes he’ll be spontaneous and create a new one. 

“If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you. Y/Ns the spoon, dip them in honey so I could be sticking to youu.”

There was even one show where he saw you standing with a tub of ice-cream and he came over to sing to you:

“Is that ice-cream edible, ‘Cause my stomach’s not that full. Can I have a little taste? Just a taste?” 

Before he leant down to taste the ice-cream and screamed ‘oh yeah’ afterwards whilst he continued to dance. 

Never was there quite someone who showed their love for their partner, the way that Harry did for you. 

[kfedup]

Lila and I went to the Wrentham outlets to shop for a dress for her to wear to my niece’s graduation and I’m good, I don’t need to go to an outlet again for another ten years. In fact, I despise clothes shopping. But, I did find a pair of pants and a top at Banana Republic and a pair of Lucky jeans for half off, so that was a plus. So much easier to find what works when you can try it on, but so hard to find anything that works when you’re forced to try it on in a little closet with the worst lighting on the planet highlighting all the ways age and gravity and that cookie addiction is playing high and loose with your body. Shopping is terrible and I don’t understand people who enjoy it enough to purposely spend time doing it for fun. 

Also, the air quality was completely fucked from the Nova Scotia fire smoke - hazy yellow sky that made it feel like it’s 15 degrees warmer than it actually is, and the taste of burnt universe in our mouths. Weirdly a half hour south in Bridgewater, it’s fine, with a deep blue sky and the smell of freshly cut grass and the Black Locust trees in full bloom filling the air with their intense fragrance. 

After shopping I required a 20-minute power nap in which I fell to the very bottom of the lake. Now, I’m at the dining room table attempting to engage my brain enough to do some work, listening to the traffic that’s primarily made up of diesel four-door pickup trucks that race down the 35 mph residential street going at least double that, and often much faster. Many have Trump signs and giant American flags mounted to the back, unfurled behind them, snapping in the wind. Even in this blue state, so many Trumpsters. 

It’s so crazy to me that in the 70s and 80s we all (dozens of neighborhood kids) played in the street every day - riding bikes and skateboards, bouncing on our pogo sticks, jumping rope, stopping our endless street hockey game to move the net every now and again to let a neighbor pass on their way home from the grocery store or work or to crowd around the ice cream truck to buy banana and root beer popsicles and sherbet cannonballs with bubble gum balls melted and gooey in the bottom of the plastic cone. Now there’s a car every ten seconds or less at rush hour and a steady stream the rest of the day and the trunks of the once-young Maples we climbed in the front yard are too big to get our arms around. 

I’m trying to tie this up neatly, but I think I need to let that idea go and move on to the client work I keep avoiding, so enjoy this thematically-challenged post about too many things, or don’t, as @thecasaofjulesie2 would say – I’m not the boss of you. 

[arcadekitten]

Hfsh spoilers!!!

Do you think if Nova handed Twyla a can of cherry cream soda that would buy them enough time to escape from her in the ending /hj

HAHA noooo. I would say "she would still drink it" but she probably thinks Nova would've poisoned it or something anyways. She'll buy her own later.

[anarkissm]

claudette's mother's family was from brazil; her family immigrated to canada in 1969, during the influx of Latin Americans (some 68,000) in the early 1970s that can be partly attributed to canada’s “open door” immigration policy at the time. Her grandmother was a practioner of Candomblé before they emigrated to Canada, where mrs. morel felt preassured to conform to a more traditional (i.e. european) christian faith. in contrast, her father's family had lived in canada for decades. consisted of maternal relatives from the west indies (barbados) living in rural nova scotia since the 1910s, and paternal relatives who emigrated from new york (harlem) to montreal in the 1920s.  it offered a diverse upbringing (american family's entrepreneurship and academics; west indies family's deep roots in activism, african traditionalism and their grim history with africaville), and allowed him to genuinely feel as if he was a part of the larger black community in montreal. her parents' respective backgrounds reflected in their earlier parenting styles. mr. morel was typically kind, patient, and engrossed with his child's life because he understood that progeny was vital in community, for as often as he could be a part of it (both parents worked to pay for their apartment's rent). mrs. morel, on the other hand, experienced trauma from bullying and featurism, causing her to be deeply fixated on "fixing" claudette; buying her brushes and dolls and straightening creams, consistently enforcing an (admittedly french/european) feminine aesthetic unto her. mrs. morel was ashamed of her own heritage as an afro-brazillian immigrant and who she was at her core, consequently projecting that onto claudette between 2 and 7 years old, which is a vital developmental process for a child's core personality. the contrasting parenting styles was confusing and anxiety-inducing, especially when they would fearfully argue over claudette's future. They were able to afford a home, 3 meals a day, a fridge; but she barely saw her parents. They would have been considered part of the "working poor" in terms of "class." But she was loved. By her parents, by her community. By her passions. This is the story that must be told; this is the only story she understands. It allowed her to look beyond the status quos and accept herself as an afro-indigenous woman and a nonbinary person simultaneously. For example: she does not like to be referred to as "female" at all, due to the racist, negative connotations implied; white/European slavers referred to enslaved African women as "female" to dehumanize them, and segregate them from their "innocent" white women which was their ideal definition of womanhood under white supremacy. But Claudette's story possibly becomes more nightmarish as she enters the fog. Considering that its canon that the Black Vale cult uses quantum mathematics to lure survivors and killers alike into the fog and its trials, it is possible that her existence was not random; she, like every single victim of the fog, was chosen. by design.

[glitchy-creations]

“Alright, let’s do this one last time, yeah? My names Robin Vega. I was bitten by an intergalactic alien spider, and for the last three years I’ve been the one and only Spider-Nova. You know the rest; Saved a bunch of people. Saved a bunch of people again. Saved a few planets with the Nova Corps, that was pretty cool. Became a costume designer for some local heroes and the occasional vigilante. I like to think pops would be super proud if he was still here.”

(Character info below the cut)

Have I seen Across the Spiderverse? Not yet. Have I seen Into the Spiderverse? Yup! Does that constitute me making a spidersona? Absolutely! Everyone say hello to my chaotic bean Robin! I’m gonna list out some things I’ve got ideas for below b/c not everything has been fleshed out (the timeline is not set in stone, so all canon ages and events are still in the works).

Most of this was based off a joke between me and friend; what if Robin somehow landed in the ultimate Spider-Man (cartoon) universe and met Sam/Nova and they had a contest over who was the best Nova? (It’s totally Robin)

Robin comes from an alternate universe where, after an infinity war esc event (not necessarily infinity war, but like an intergalactic war of sorts, Earth became a hub for intergalactic travel and communication

By the time Robin became Spider-Nova Earth has an abundance of intergalactic life living there, primarily alien races who have lost their home planet). This lead to Earth gaining its own Nova Corps devision on planet.

Robin is roughly the same age as Hobie (he gives me the vibes of being in his late teens to early twenties) so they’re somewhere between 19-21 years old. They’re also Nonbinary and use They/Them pronouns.

Robin was raised by a single father Benjamin “Benji” Vega. Benji was always Robin’s number one supporter. Robin punched a kid at school because he was bullying another kid? Benji got them ice cream. Robin came out as nonbinary? Benji was doing everything to change pronouns and understand his kid better. Robin showed an interest in sewing and cosplay? You know Benji was buying the best sewing machines, and went to every fashion show Robin was in

Robin was super close to their dad because of this and they were devastated when he died. They went to live with their Aunt May after their dad passed

They stopped sewing for a long time after their dad passed. May was the one who eventually convinced Robin to start sewing again.

Robin was part of a costume design internship at the time of the bite

They had visited the Nova Corps research lab as part of a research project. It’s unknown how the alien spider got out, but that’s what bit Robin.

Because the alien had been exposed to small amounts of the Nova Force over a long period of time, it had absorbed the energy and passed on a few of the abilities most Nova Corps members have.

This includes levitation and limited energy absorption (the superhuman strength and agility overlaps with the spider person abilities)

Robin has many of the standard spider-person abilities such as web-slinging, wall-crawling, enhanced stamina/strength/agility/etc., and spidey sense

While Robin can sort of use energy blasts, they primarily channel them through their webbing so the blast is more accurate. They also thought the idea was funny

The don’t often use their flight ability unless they need to get somewhere fast. Usually web-slinging is enough.

Because they gained their powers from the Nova Corps (albeit unintentionally) Robin was inspired by the Nova Corps uniforms for their own costume.

Their costume is primarily solid colours with the torso and shoulders being solid black and the legs being a golden yellow. Their spider symbol is red inspired by the ranking symbol. Their ankle boots are also red and black

The webbing patches on their jacket and arms are inspired by a yellow, blue, and green supernova image I found.

I’m still deciding on if the cargo pants should be like an acid washed grey or straight black

Robin really enjoys baggy clothes. It’s not for any body insecurity reasons - they are comfortable in their body - they just like the silhouette

They especially like cargo pants and big jackets because of the ✨pockets✨ that’s why their costume has those elements

Robin is the epitome of “you can use anything as a weapon if you swing hard enough”…despite literally having the ability to shoot energy from their hands

Robin does have a noticeable New York accent which gets worse when they’re mad or excited

“The woild is yer erster!” “What?” “Yer erster!” “What?” “You know, yer fancy clam with the poyle inside!” “Oh, you mean oyster”

Despite claiming the need to protect their identity, Robin has walked out of the house in their costumes jacket b/c it was the first this they grabbed when leaving the house on numerous occasions

And that’s all I got so far! I love my chaotic bean so much 🤧

All of the pose references came from Mellon_Soup on TikTok and Instagram! Please go check her out she’s got a ton of great poses for artists to use!

[elusivexo]

new (material) possessions of 2022

in an effort to combat consumerism (okay a little ironic since i’m now going to be focusing on material items LOL), i do want to be more intentional about what i purchase :p 

fleece leggings + sheertex tights - i finally invested in nude-colored fleece leggings for extra warmth (i do love my thin heattech but these feel so plush!) and sheertex because i was tired of buying sheer tights that tore immediately. this has been a gamechanger with outfits haha :) 

steve madden slinky30 platform sandals - i’m so obsessed with these shoes omg; they’re legit the most comfortable shoes i own and they give me the perfect amount of height. i’m not sure i’ll be wearing anything else this summer (i actually bought them in black and blush LOL so they’ll go with all my outfits). with this purchase, i ended up giving away lot of my other summer shoes since i won’t wear them anymore

elta md daily spf 40 sunscreen - now that i’m in my 30s, i realize i really need to take care of my skin; i consulted adele and she recommends this moisturizing sunscreen that feels really nice on my skin :) 

tonka beans - idk why i never thought to order these online but i love that i have them now to bake with and to add to ice cream :D 

YSL small kate bag - i’ve low-key wanted one for years, but could never justify the cost; i’m still not sure what possessed me to get one (i guess mostly peer pressure from my family lol) but i’m not mad ... for now. haha. 

gatta bag - finally got a cute camera bag and i’m obsessed - it fits a camera and a lens perfectly, and basically has everything i need. i remember thinking i didn’t understand why women got so many bags and now i’m like ... i hope that’s not gonna be me :x 

fujifilm xt3 + prime lenses - after my camera got stolen, i ended up getting this and i’m so, so happy with the unintentional forced upgrade. love the way my pictures have been coming out though i still need to play with the presets a bit more :x 

viva conditioner - i got this amazing conditioner (free) after my last hair appointment, and this really makes my hair so much easier to manage. i can’t find it anywhere though and i’m a little worried i have to go back to get my hair done just so i can get this again haha 

2 TB portable hard drive - it’s crazy that my laptop AND my phone are always full; i guess i just take a ton of photos and i really need to offload/organize everything better. it’s a little daunting and i had put it off for a few years since i misplaced my hard drive after moving to arkansas/back :( finally bought a new one instead of fruitlessly looking 

board games (ark nova, wingspan asia, 7 wonders architects, citadels, mysterium) - hmm ... did not realize that i had gotten 5 games already this year LOL oops. well, i think i’m getting pretty good use out of them! 

[hiromisuzukimicrojournal]

Bed & Board

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In the drowsy sunlight, the focus of time appears blurred. I guess the psychological term for this phenomenon that sneaks into my life is dissociation. Even my own whereabouts are in doubt. Meanwhile, “we replaced the wallpaper,” they are singing of their happy lot. The wall without wrinkles or stain is flowering in pink and cream-yellow that marks the end of a long winter. My cousin just got married for the third time a month ago. Her new husband is an actor, and also writes scripts for the theatre company she runs. Their new home is a second-hand flat, but it has been transformed into a beautiful room. Bossa Nova is playing on the portable radio. Sinking into a cosy couch made of Norwegian wood and welcomed by hot milk tea and freshly baked chocolate tarts, I feel like a high school student. The girl past the middle of her life who stiffens her body nervously and stares into the distant landscape. Sometimes the newlyweds leave me alone in a sunny spot and delightedly disappear into the kitchen. The steam from the pot of boiling water can be heard along with their secret laughter. Their lives seemed set, but the wallpaper in the corners of the ceiling already looks to be peeling a little from the damp. In a run-of-the-mill detective story, the narrator would confess that the plastered walls hid fragments of the former lovers’ diaries. Long ago, the groom used to be a cook in the bullet train dining car, seconded from the Imperial Hotel. He wrote many made-up tales on the back of menus that were discarded at the terminus. Brides leaving the train at the turnaround would be blessed with that confetti.

I hear a dog bark, begging for an evening walk. Children frequently use shortcuts to sneak into the backyard through the plantings. The dog may be warning of mischief. After saying goodbye to the couple, I ride my bike. Stop at a grocery store on the way back to buy side dishes for tonight and a bottle of cheap table wine. The gentle breeze on my cheeks reminds me of the supplementary maths exam tomorrow. I also have to compile the paper in a foreign language about the melancholic future-world, and more importantly, I have to reorganize my noisy memories which have been confused on the desk since the end of last summer. As it gets cold and I turn on the air-conditioner, the roar of the sea overflows through the airflow. Alternating waves of flooded near and distant views under the bed. When I grow up, someone will tell me what it means to be in love and to love forever. I am just a faded flower on the wall thinking about it with jealousy and a little embarrassment.

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Bed & Board — hiromi suzuki

© short fiction by hiromi suzuki

Published in Minor Literature[s] (July 4, 2024)

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via Minor Literature[s]

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

Lexi's Basic Info

Name: Alexis Amara Warren

Of all the faceclaims I've had to do over time, I think Lexi's was one of the easiest I've ever done. For the 60s, we have Leslie Uggams (I Spy); the 80s, Michelle Thomas (The Cosby Show); the 90s, Tatyana Ali (The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air); and now, Whitney Peak (Gossip Girl).

Nicknames: Lexi, Alex, Lex Luthor (a DC comics supervillain; the nickname is only used by her brothers, and Lexi acts like she hates it, but she actually finds it kind of funny)

Age: 18

Date of Birth: July 4

Zodiac: Cancer

Birthstone: Ruby

Nationality: Canadian-American

Sexuality: Lesbian

Birthplace: Yarmouth Regional Hospital, Yarmouth, Nova Scotia

Current Residence: Mountain Street, Camden, Maine

Occupation: High school senior, semi-professional figure skater

Talents/Skills: Talking her way out of situations, sarcasm, reading lips, and flying (she has her private pilot’s license and only flies her dad’s plane)

Birth order: (biological) younger of two, (adoptive) middle of five adopted kids

Biological siblings: Micah Edward King

Adoptive siblings: Sean Colton (22), Isla Blair (20), Ian Wyatt (15), and Tessa Hadley (12)

Parents: Nathan Robert Warren and Liana Eden Moore

Biological parents: Isaac Jordan Bergeron and Heather Abigail King

Signature:

Height: 5’4”

Race: Bi-racial (African-American and White)

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black

Glasses or contact lenses: None

Distinguishing features: Scar on right shoulder from surgery

Mannerisms: Clicking her nails together and bouncing her leg when she’s anxious or thinking, licking her lips subconsciously, and constantly tugging her hair when she has the chance

Health: Weak left leg after breaking it, untreated anger issues, and lupus

Hobbies: Collecting crystals and plants, rewatching 90s-00s anime/cartoons (Avatar, Ouran High School Host Club, Sailor Moon, etc.), reading tarot, making sarcastic comments, buying books even though her to-be-read stack is a mile long

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): How long she can hold a grudge. Regardless of whether or not the person has apologized, if Lexi thinks she’s been wronged in any way, she will absolutely hold some sort of animosity toward that person for a long time. While she isn’t always aggressive in showing her hatred or distrust of a person, she makes it very obvious that she doesn’t appreciate them being around. 

Best quality (in their opinion): Probably how protective she is. Lexi is the type to act first and think later, leading her into some dangerous situations as she forsakes her own safety to protect the people she cares about. Whether it’s a family member, friend, or even a stray animal, she goes out of her way to ensure their safety. She has a great sense of loyalty, which could eventually be her downfall.

Biggest fear: Abandonment. When she was seven, she overheard her group home’s leader telling a potential adoptive family that she had been given up by her parents due to her not being the same race as them. She knew well enough what that meant, but it wasn’t until her biological parents reached out to her at the age of ten, asking her to get tested to see if she would be a donor match for the kidney her brother needed, that she realized how deep it went. They stayed in contact during her testing, but as soon as they realized she wasn’t a match, they ditched her once again. She tried reaching out many times, but they eventually sent her a letter, telling her to stop as they no longer considered her their daughter. Although she has since grown from that and is now quite content in her adoptive family, the thought of anyone leaving her, sends her spiraling.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Favorite ice cream: Caramel swirl

Favorite color: Sage green

Favorite number: 9, how old she was when she was finally adopted out of foster care

Favorite songs: all-american bitch by Olivia Rodrigo, girls like me don’t cry by thuy, and The Archer by Taylor Swift

Favorite movies: Dead Poets Society, Coraline, The Shining, WALL-E, and Back to the Future

Favorite TV shows: Shameless, The Handmaid’s Tale, Breaking Bad, Arcane, and Extraordinary Attorney Woo

Favorite books: She Gets the Girl by Rachael Lippincott and Alyson Derrick, Forged by Magic by Jenna Wolfhart, Twilight by Stephanie Meyer, Hearing Red by Nicole Maser, and The Playlist by Elizabeth Morgan

Favorite video games: Lexi doesn't really care for video games, but she enjoys occasionally playing Grand Theft Auto or Call of Duty with her brothers.

A musical they like: Beetlejuice

A place they want to visit: The Hollywood Sign, Los Angeles, California

[victorsoma]

Nova Lox Everything Breakfast Bagel Instead of buying grab-and-go, save money by making your own breakfast bagels with cream cheese, capers, and smoked salmon. 1 container whipped cream cheese, 1 jar capers, 8 everything bagel thins, 1 medium tomato sliced

[iamschwii]

Today was very surprising! I was reluctant to work on-site at first, It was holiday work and I got rejected requesting to WFH.

My previous team lead cooked and prepped spaghetti, and a coworker of mine brought it to the office together with a mangosteen wine.

Start of the shift and we finished the whole bottle, lmao.

Started working while drinking, and I was highly focused during the 1st half of my shift.

Lunch break came and that’s when I was surprised. There was a whole bucket of chicken, Ice cream, and a cake.

It was a mini-celebration for me and for one of my colleagues whose birthday was on Feb 16th. It was a very late one for me since my birthday was on Jan 14th but regardless, I was happy and surprised! ☺️

I didn’t get to buy and blow out a cake on my actual birthday so it’s kind of a big deal to me to be able to blow a candle in a cake.

After the lunch break, I had to run quickly for a catch-up meeting with the current lead. We discussed a lot of things.

I was complimented a lot, and me having a rough and tough week at work made me feel so appreciated.

I was able to finish all of my tickets and tasks today. Got off work around 12:45 am and had to commute at 1 am from Makati to Nova QC.

During the ride, I simply enjoyed the air, the lights, the busy streets, etc. It wasn’t crowded or traffic at all considering that it was a holiday.

Got home at 3 am and I’m typing out the things that happened just today.

Indeed, it was a tough and rough week but I enjoyed the last day of it.

- 02.24.23 -

[daisyvstheworld]

Day 11 - Jan 11 - Prague

Woke up around 8:30ish bc of alarms and people checking out or getting up. I was still sleepy so I laid in bed but everyone was loud so I slooowlly got up.

I went to Kavarna Prazirna for breakfast, it was a cute underground Czech cafe. A lot of students or study groups were there so I sat at a bar area and ordered a hummus veggie sandwich and a cappuccino. It was veryyyy good.

I read my book and oh my god this author just knows how to set up these characters and then just TEAR THEM AWAY. I audibly gasped and was so sad. I had to decompress for a bit after one chapter ended….

Anyways, I paid, pooped, and started walking to Vysehrad, this castle complex thing. It was coo but kinda boring. From there I had the map to take the metro to Letna Park but I realized it wasn’t a metro station station, it was just a station and I don’t have a ticket.. so I walked to the nearest underground station which was still quite far, and bought a 24 hr ticket, THEN I guesstimated where a station was for the line I was taking. It worked 🤓

I got to Letna Park pretty shortly and walked up a million stairs to another view of the city. Quite pretty. A lot of people skateboarding. A saw a bunch of cute doggos, this one couple had 3 white dogs and a tiny little terrier looking dog. One of them let me give them pats!

I walked to the Museum of Technology and the surrounding area looking for a cute coffee shop. I found one but I didn’t really want coffee and it looked kinda packed so I just went to the grocery store and bought a sandwich. I kinda had to guess what protein was in it but I did it!! It’s chicken 🤓

I walked back to the park and ate half with a view of the city.

From there I missed the first metro line 15 to get to Vitkov and took the second one (lmao) there. It was another 10 min hike to the park, but the views were great! I had to pee really bad tho so I wasn’t like 100%. But I ate the second half of my sandwich with an even better view of the city.

I trekked back to the bus stop and took the 5 back to the hostel and rested. I realized that it was gonna rain in a few hours so I went back out to get final souvenirs (tiny bottle of the National liquor, wafer cookies) and try the trdelnik! It was VERY good - like perfect dough with almonds and sweetness. The cream was excessive but they gave me a spoon so I scooped it out and distributed it more evenly.

When I bought the wafers from the supermarket, I saw this homeless man with two dogs and they were all sharing a thing of food - my heart broke 😭 I was so sad. I was about to buy the dogs treats but I didn’t want to deal with the guy and risk anything. Ugh that really hurt though..

Once I got back, I showered and started repacking my stuff. Nova messaged me and we made plans to get drinks or dessert. I was just chilling in my PJs when the girl in the bunk above me asked if I was also traveling alone. We started talking and she mentioned she wanted to go to bars but she didn’t wanna go alone, so I invited her out with Nova and I! She definitely seemed young, but she was sweet. I found out she’s from Vienna, so I told her I was going there next. We went to The Alchemist Bar and I got to know her a big more, she’s been traveling all summer and did a volunteer exchange for housing at this dog sanctuary in Bulgaria. She loves dogs as much I as I do 🥹

Nova joined us pretty late but I love her energy, she was nice to have with us. She started gushing about how excited she is to be with her new girl and introduced me to the term “uhaul lesbian” which I thought was so funny. I was like yes I know what that means.

We didn’t stay out too late bc I had to wake up at 4AM, so we left around 10:15pm and went to bed!

Or at least tried to bc girls that just arrived in Prague were being so loud and going out 🫠