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TIK TOK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 2 ;

85 starters. CW: cussing, sexual themes, violence. Some starters are just random quotes from Tik Tok creators, some starters are from Tik Tok trends that have popped up over the past year or so. The original sources of these trends are from various memes, shows, songs, and other popular media. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PART 1]

“Is it cursed? Let’s find out!”

“Will you be the best man at my funeral?”

“You better believe I love me like a friend!”

“Say you’ll give me all of you.”

“It’s just you that I mess with.”

“You must break the pattern today or the loop will repeat tomorrow.”

“The space I long for no longer fits me.”

“I’m glad you brought it up, ‘cause I’ve been dying to talk about it for a fucking hot minute.”

“Please don’t call me an eyesore when you literally look like a discontinued Cabbage Patch Kid.”

“I’m feeling like I did too much.”

“What kind of fuckery is this?”

“You’re coming home with me!”

“Keep about your wits.”

“Lord, give me one more chance.”

“Reminder that your boyfriend’s built like a bitch.”

“Oh my god, what is that...? OH MY GOD. WHAT IS THAT?”

“Who got you smilin’ like that, like...?”

“I pick my poison and it’s you.”

“Hey man, this look pretty good, man... Where your clothes at?”

“I don’t know what drugs you took this morning, but this is unacceptable behavior.”

“Sometimes I gotta beat the ladies off with a stick.”

“Jesus Christ, I’m so blue all the time.”

“And if you wonder if I hate you, I do.”

“I think you’re such a hottie.”

“If I let you touch my body, will you stay?”

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

“You are my soul’s home.”

“I pray to the heavens above that I dream of you.”

“I can still feel your touch on my skin.”

“You kinda’ smell... like a baka.”

“You know I can’t make it on my own.”

“This is your daily reminder to go seek revenge on any motherfucker who’s ever hurt you. Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“And I’m sorry I left, but it was for the best, though it never felt right.”

“He really tried to stop Michael Myers with a fire hose.”

“‘Evil dies tonight’ is exactly what I say to the pharmacist every time I buy a morning-after pill.”

“Ahh, you mad!”

“I could fix him.”

“Maybe I’m cringe.”

“I like watching you watch cartoons in my room.”

“I ain’t mad, bitch. Look where you’re working at.”

“You mad, ahhh! Look where you’re eatin’ at!”

“Not to be dramatic, but I wanna die.”

“I’m not feeling very fly like a G6.”

“So your plan is posting memes until someone falls in love with you. You’re so pathetic, did you know that?”

“You know we’ll have to go out there at some point...”

“Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay.”

“Do you ever think of the things you’ve ruined?”

“Being away from you is like Hell, but so is being next to you.”

“You have stolen my heart.”

“So can I call you tonight?”

“Literally, fuck your zodiac sign. I do not judge people based off the month they were born, their personality, my previous interactions with them, or really anything else. I judge them off one thing and one thing only: who they pick in Smash Bros.”

“My dog could beat a dinosaur.”

“I’m probably gonna tell on you if you say that again.”

“I kinda’ hate you, kinda’ love you, kinda’ wish I was you.”

“All this time spent hating on me could be used to improve your looks, your personality, your life.”

���Don’t you feel... silly? Don’t you feel... stupid?”

“I support women’s rights, but most importantly, I support women’s wrongs.”

“What are you doing in my house?!”

“Your standards are so low we done gave them things a funeral.”

“It’s hard to stay humble when your haters look like extras off Coraline.”

“What are you still trying to prove to yourself?”

“Have I told you lately I’m grateful you’re mine?”

“See, this is why I don’t play this game anymore.”

“Damn, girl... You fucked up.”

“Can’t spell funeral without fun!”

“You just don’t get it. You’ve already forgotten even though I just said it.”

“Maybe someday we will be two people meeting again for the first time.”

“Do you think we can make it the whole day without you doing something bad?”

“You look just like a dream.”

“You’ve got your demons and they all look like me.”

“Is it better to speak or to die?”

“My booty cheeks are, like, clenched.”

“I don’t know what you think I’ve done, but if we were to battle, I’ve already won.”

“I’ve played enough scary games to know that something evil is coming out of that dark hole.”

“Who wanna be girl best friends with an undeniable romantic tension that neither of us will ever address until eventually we have an inexplicably emotional friendship breakup and then never speak to each other again?”

“You very much need something to do in a zombie apocalypse. Why not fornicate? I’m just saying, ain’t nothing else to do... Besides be alive. Survive.”

“Please don’t come over here. You don’t see me. You see all this ass though. But you don’t see me.”

“If this don’t make you a believer of the paranormal, I don’t know what will.”

“Barely two words in and you already look like you want me dead.”

“You’ve changed. You’re getting weak.”

“Last time I was comfortable was in the womb. Just been disappointment since.”

“If it makes you happy, it doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else.”

“I’ve killed for you. Who else can say that?”

“I made this friendship bracelet for you.”

“Everybody wants to be my enemy.”

[slashersins]

you guys sent in lyrics and had me match them , even if i got some of them wrong . but now ima share some lyrics that i relate to the slashers . now it’s not the entire song in some cases , just a few lyrics that vibe . so let’s go !

jason voorhees 

glass half empty , glass half full , well , either way you won't be going thirsty , count your blessings not your flaws . . . there's method in my madness , there's no logic in your sadness , you don't gain a single thing from misery , take it from me 

king by lauren aquilina 

i just . . . i just want jason to love himself . and he deserves to know that he doesn’t need to suffer alone . . . i just got feels for jason and this song . 

michael myers 

a sweet tooth for you , i'm wide awake ,the sugar went straight to my brain , feel like a kid , i double tap , my chest with my fist , i like you , say it back 

sweet tooth by cavetown 

i just feel like michael relating his desire for sweets to the emotions he feels for you would be super cute . and also accurate . 

brahms heelshire 

why would you ever kiss me ? i'm not even half as pretty , you gave her your sweater , it's just polyester , but you like her better , wish i were . . .

heather by conan gray

yearning , desire , wanting . this song has it all and these lyrics make me just feel for brahms . is “she / her” the doll version of him ? is it the grocery boy ? either way , he’s inside the wall and wishing you loved him . 

thomas hewitt 

when i'm older , i'll be silent beside you , i know words won't be enough , and they won't need to know the names on our faces , but they will carry on for us , and it's a long way forward , so trust in me , i'll give them shelter , like you've done for me , and i know , i'm not alone , you'll be watching over us , until you're gone

shelter by porter robinson & madeon

this song makes me think of thomas . he wants to do what’s best for his family . he wants to take care of them . he knows he has to . and he’ll do what he has to so that his family is safe . and he’ll keep doing it until he’s the last one . my sweet boy . . . 

jesse cromeans 

this could be perfection , a venom drippin' in your mouth , singin' like a siren , love me while your wrists are bound , you've been seeing me in your dreams but , i'll be there when your reality drowns

siren by kailee morgue 

i don’t know why . the image of jesse tying you up , or you tying jesse up . is it sex , or the hunt ? playful or dangerous ? either way , i love listening to this song and i always think of jesse and the way the red light of his camera glints on his chrome mask . 

bubba sawyer 

give me strength and gratitude , tell me what it is i can ask of you , tell me what it is that I can't see , tell me now , oh , tell me now , who is it i'm supposed to be

who am i by besomorph 

this just . . . bubba is always trying to do what his family needs , he tries to play his part , his brothers have always told him what to do . so it just . . . it just hits so different , and i can’t help but think of sweet bubby . 

billy loomis 

i wanna be your habit , cut me down like xanax , 'cause if you're nervous you shouldn't be , i'll take away your panic , just leave your head wide open , my love comes in doses , so if you're nervous you shouldn't be , i'll take away your panic

habit by kris trindl & krysta youngs

whether it’s stu or you , i feel like this displays what billy wants . he wants you to be addicted to him . but he also wants to take care of you too . just in his own way . 

stu matcher 

hold me up, tie me down , 'cause i never wanna leave your side , swear to never let you down , and it's been eatin' me alive , you can take me home , you can never let me go , hold me up, hold me up ,  and tie me , tie me down , down

tie me down by gryffin & elley duhé

stu wants to be wanted . he loves so passionately and utterly . is he singing to billy ? to you ? to both ? he’s dedicated , he’s loyal , and he never wants you or billy to let him go . 

vincet sinclair 

yeah, it's funny how you're calling couldn't answer if i wanted , 'cause his lips are on my lips and both my hands are on his body , yeah it's funny how it's different now that i got somebody , yeah it's funny

funny by zedd & jasmine thompson

i cannot listen to this song without thinking of vincent ? and why ? because i picture getting out of a terrible relationship and finding ambrose . because i picture you find vincent , and he finds you and you both find love and happiness , and you’re so so so happy , that even the desperate attempts to get you back after breaking your hard are meaningless because you’re too busy loving vincent . 

bo sinclair 

everybody tries to tell me that i'm going through a phase , i don't know if it's a phase , i just wanna feel okay , yeah , i battle with depression , but the question still remains , is this post-traumatic stressin' or am i suppressing rage ?

popular monster by falling in reverse 

honestly these lyrics just scream bo to me . he’s been told he shouldn’t be so angry , but he is , and it’s all bubbling to the surface all the time . i can’t help just head bang to this part and think about bo doing the same in his garage . 

lester sinclair 

. . . like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed , i know every curve like the back of my hand , doin' 15 in a 30 , i ain't in no hurry , i'ma take it slow just as fast as i can

body like a back road by sam hunt 

this song is lazy , relaxed , just vibing . yes it’s about making love , but i mean , it’s so casual and fun . just like lester is . 

jacob goodnight 

still waiting , hands shaking , maybe the coast will clear , but these voices, these strange noises , they followed me in here

panic room by au/ra

jacob has to deal with so much . his past haunts him , he’s easily triggered , having ptsd and flash backs . they will always follow him and it scares it . i can’t not here this song and think about my big boy in a constant state of panic . i just want to comfort him . 

martin ( 1977 ) 

oh , baby , i am a wreck when i'm without you , i need you here to stay , i broke all my bones that day i found you , crying at the lake , was it something i said to make you feel like you're a burden ? oh , and if i could take it all back , i swear that i would pull you from the tide

line without a hook by rick montgomery 

much like the first line says , martin is a wreck without you . he wants you to be with him , he just loves you so much that he wants to keep you close , as one of the slashers with yandere tendencies , these lyrics just stick . 

carrie white

look damn good in the dress , zipping up the mess , dancing with your best foot forward , does it get hard , to have to play the part ? nobody's feeling sorry for ya

homecoming queen by kelsea ballerini

this song makes me almost wanna cry . especially when i think about how utterly cruel everyone is to her , and how brave she is to try and get through it . 

[arce-elliot]

Magnus Archives - First Impressions (101-125)

Back on my bullshit. Starting to get into the nitty-gritty of it now. Had 75% of the series spilled blah blah blah you know the drill!

EP 101 (Another Twist): - oh thank GOD some normalcy, hello Nikola - Nikola: Elias ur son is annoying - Michael: i'm going to kill you Jon: get in line lmao - poor little michael shelley he never stood a chance - bye bye michael EP 102 (Nesting Instinct): - BEETLE WIFE BEETLE WIFE - HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT BEETLE WIFE - also the boys are communicating kind of a bit maybe EP 103 (Cruelty Free): - this dude is so strange i love it - m o n s t e r  p i g - awwww rest in peace toby - LMAOOOOO JON finally using his powers for evil EP 104 (Sneak Preview): - hoo boy time to cry it's Timothy Time - my baby Tim :c EP 105 (Total War): - wheeee another war one - I feel like this woman knows more than she's saying - "i'm lucky i suppose" are u sure buddy - "how long would it be that i would have to wait for death" dude just die sounds like it'd be easy in this hellscape - "gerard keay after he faked his death?" nah u wish it were that simple jonny boy EP 106 (A Matter of Perspective): - M E L A N I E - yo space boy does not shut the FUCK up - AYYYY THERE'S MY ACE REP - Elias: I'm gonna have to dock points for the murder attempts - lmao Elias is gettin' tired of his employees asking him to kill them EP 107 (Third Degree): - time for the American leg of the tour - Gertrude what the actual fuck ma'am - Elias said "here's some eldritch tylenol" - ah yes, back to your regularly scheduled kidnapping - TREVOR'S JUST IN THE T R U N K EP 108 (Monologue): - as a theatre person this person sounds D R E A D F U L - this was an odd one but i like it EP 109 (Nightfall): - i love these two so much holy shit - listen I KNOW i’m gay but like,,,,,found family makes brain go brrrr EP 110 (Creature Feature): - TRANS STATEMENT GIVER AYYYY - lmao spider time EP 111 (Family Business): - GERARD TIME GERARD TIME - my poor darling boy - Mary Keay’s A+ Parenting way to go lady EP 112 (Thrill of the Chase): - "welcome to buzzfeed unsolved today we're going to kill a man" - JON'S BACK THANK FUCK - a w w daisy misses basira :C EP 113 (Breathing Room): - Jon's trying to stop the apocalypse but Martin just wants a travel diary - MARTIN STOP TOUCHING IT - oh ew wtf brain kebab - jon: wow. interesting. what the fuck did i just read. EP 114 (Cracked Foundation): - If y'all don't leave Hill Top Road ALONE - poor lady she's just trying to do her job right - oh wait she's not...real? the web confuses me but i guess that's kinda the point - Tim ouchie my feelings - What a right little investigator, you go Timmy EP 115 (Taking Stock): - FINALLY a Salesa statement it's about time - m e a t g r i n d e r - HELEN!!! - aww poor Helen :c she's being nice Jon don't be rude EP 116 (The Show Must Go On): - lmao love this Archival Staff Meeting - Elias trauma bonding is not the same as team building - GERTRUDE VOICE HELL YES - Chess Robot - what in the Spiral statement EP 117 (Testament): - aw hell yeah mini doomsday diaries - okay martin is actually really funny lmao - JON BURN THE FUCKING PAGE YOU SHITLORD - oh okay thank u EP 118 (The Masquerade): - SHOWTIME MOTHERFUCKERS - Martin deserves a little light arson - Elias can't you just behold the door opening what an eldritch loser - oooooh i love this Martin and Elias face-off this dialogue is superb - Tim: Jon needs to learn how to sacrifice people also Jon we have to save all these randos EP 119 (Stranger and Stranger): - I'm two minutes in and I'm already stressed - Daisy: level up - Gertrude and Leitner yelling at Jon is just a Sims Family Discussion - aaaand there goes my boy :C EP 120 (Eye Contact): - Again, I lose another precious character and I gotta listen to ELIAS - Time for the Season 1-3 recap - Peter said "lmao nice" - "be seeing you" okay elias that was funny - "i'll do my best to keep the place afloat" okay peter that was also funny EP 121 (Far Away): - season 4 baybeeee here we go - Oliver Banks Time - me, eatin my chef boyardee: alright Oliver gimme a good monologue - "i've learned to live with it" i dont think you LIVE with anything mr. banks - i love his voice it's nice - did he just...manifest a gun - A FUCKING SATELLITE LMAOOOOOOO - georgie: sir your vibes are rancid I'm going to have to ask you to leave - wakey wakey jonny boy! EP 122 (Zombie): - Basira Georgie no don't fight - poor Jon y'all lay off the poor man - this statement is too relatable bye - JON'S SO WORRIED ABOUT MARTIN PFFFF EP 123 (Web Development): - CAN'T ANYONE BE HAPPY FOR JON LMAOOO - Basira: "wehhh you're not human also Melanie being a whirlwind with a knife is 100% normal" - GOD imagine if Peter never existed and it had just been Martin lying his ass off trying to save face - wooooosh - Jon: at least Tim and Daisy have the good sense to be dead damn - "play dead" G O D - spoooooooky website EP 124 (Left Hanging): - oh what's good sky grandpa - MARTIN WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOUUUU EP 125 (Civilian Casualities): - baaaah - the 16th fear is Scotland - we love a good DIY surgery - god Melanie's VA is brilliant

[izzy-b-hands]

Sledgefu: A quiet, cozy night in with the cats. Maybe Snafu is feeling a little insecure bc Gene’s spending a lot of time with new friends at school? He feels a little left out bc Gene is always talking about them, but Gene doesn’t realize it until he really slows down and really listens to/looks at Snaf while they’re snugged up on the couch. If you want to 💞💞💞

Ooh yes I love it!! Thank you for sending this in!!!

Also, ended up putting together a playlist of what I listened to as I wrote this, so if folks are wanting some extra atmosphere as they read, here it is: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2z3p8nXomzQRkWjvY3PK5a?si=uK7XQngWTtOg7UlG5dUm_A 

Gold Still Glitters is below the cut!

He knew Eugene wouldn’t make dinner, he hadn’t for the past couple of weeks. Busy at the university library, studying away with a few classmates he’d gotten to know better as the semester had gone on. He’d even met a few of them now, Ted and Michael and a particularly intimidating man who, despite having the highest grades out of any of Eugene’s friends, insisted on going by his nickname of Flea. It was given to him in the Army, and was actually short for Flea-Brain, but Eugene had talked him into using just Flea. Good-hearted boy couldn’t bear to call a new friend something like that is what it was, and it made Snafu’s heart swell. That was his man, being so sweet!

But his heart hurt as he sat at the table alone, set for two on accident. It was simply his habit now, and he hadn’t even realized he’d done it until he sat down to the gumbo he’d made. 

Delilah hopped up onto the extra seat, her little nose delicately touching the bowl meant for Eugene, and that broke him. 

“This is stupid,” he scolded himself as the tears rolled. He wiped them away in between spoonfuls of his dinner. “Isn’t it, Delilah? I should be happy your papa is out there makin’ new friends. It’s a good thing.” 

She meowed softly, and he gave up on the food. That felt equally silly, putting it all away right away after he’d worked most of the day to make it, but his appetite was gone. 

Better was sitting in the bedroom with Delilah on his lap, the other cats scattered on the bed and Ack Ack with his soft nose batting at the hand Snafu let drop down to where the dog was sat on the floor. The radio played, and seemed desperate to drag him down even as he tried to clamber back up, as they rotated through love song after love song, mixed with more melancholy hits. If not for the cat sleeping on him, he’d have turned it off. 

Despite the whirring wheels of his mind, he found himself drifting off when the front door suddenly slammed. 

“Snaf? Sorry I’m so late!” 

Eugene’s voice echoed down the halls, but Snafu couldn’t bear to answer it. 

“Snafu? You here?” 

Delilah woke and looked at him, as if asking why he wasn’t responding, but he didn’t make a sound.

“Merriell?” 

He listened as Eugene’s footsteps came up the stairs, then to the bedroom. 

“Thought I heard music,” Eugene said as he opened the door. “What happened?” 

Snafu shook his head. He loved Eugene, but as wonderful as it was to see him, he wanted nothing more than to be alone until he got over his feelings, the stupid frustration that told him to call Eugene on it, on getting home so late and missing dinners, on only having time for homework and friends but little for his husband. But Eugene hadn’t done anything wrong, and it wouldn’t be fair to yell and shout and fuss at him for doing what every other student was doing, trying to learn and work and live and balance it all. 

“You’re crying,” Eugene said softly, and strode over to the bed, carefully moving the cats in way of his sitting next to Snafu. “Something happened. Tell me; I’m here to listen.” 

Delilah purred as he lifted her to his shoulder and buried his face in her fur, hoping to hide the next burst of tears. 

“Okay. I don’t know what this is about, and I want you to tell me, at some point. But if you aren’t ready yet, that’s okay. Tomorrow’s Saturday though, and I’ve got nowhere to be. No extra classwork, no study sessions, no extra hours at work. Thought maybe that would mean we could stay up a little together. Do some reading, or just sit and relax, whatever you might want. If you want,” Eugene said, gentle as anything, and it made the tears fall even harder. 

“I gotta borrow your dad, Delilah,” Eugene continued as Snafu set her down beside him, and she meowed at the loss of lap. “Y’all come on down and join us if you want, okay?” 

A few meows and a tiny woof from Ack Ack answered him as he turned off the radio, then led Snafu downstairs, and Snafu knew they’d probably stay put. It was late now, nearly eleven at night, and the pets had their routine they didn’t like to deviate from, especially for bed time. It would also mean they wouldn’t get their bed back for the night as the cats would take it over, but there was always the guest bedroom. 

“How was your day?” Eugene practically chirped, as cheerful as the birds he loved watching, though the bags under his eyes told a different story, or at least screamed a need for a decent night of sleep. 

“Okay.” 

“Just okay? You get a full day off of work and it’s just okay?” 

Snafu shrugged. “Made gumbo. Spent most of the day in the kitchen, ‘cept for headin’ out to the market for a few things.” 

Eugene stopped and stared at him as they reached the living room. “That’s all?” 

“I don’t know,” Snafu snapped in spite of himself. “I cooked, and I tried to clean some while the supper was simmering, and the damn back door knob was loose again so I fixed that, and I kept the cats and dog in their food and cuddles for the day, and cleaned up the litter boxes and Ack Ack’s corner of the backyard, and-” 

He sighed, exasperated. “I kept busy. I don’t know what you want me to say. I know I’m not nearly as busy as you get, but I tried to make my day off something useful.” 

Eugene took a deep breath, and Snafu braced himself. Eugene didn’t deserve that yelling, but he hadn’t been able to hold back, and he’d deserve whatever Eugene tossed back at him. 

Instead, Eugene took his hand and kissed it. “I meant, did you do anything for you? Read something you like, listen to a good record? Hell, just take a nap?” 

“Oh,” Snafu said, and shrugged. “No. I didn’t do any of that.” 

“Sounds like we got stuff to do tomorrow then, to catch you up on some relaxin’,” Eugene smiled. “Come on. Come lay on the couch and be lazy with me.” 

“It’s gonna be midnight before we know it,” Snafu said. “Not that I don’t want to, but you need to sleep-” 

“There some law against fallin’ asleep on the couch with my man?” 

Snafu grinned. “No, there isn’t.” 

“Well then, I say we’ve got a reservation over here,” Eugene tugged gently on his hand, pulling him till they both fell back on the couch together, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I missed you today.” 

The lump in his throat was back again, the tears threatening to fall again, his heart hurting again as they adjusted to lay more comfortably on the couch, and he tried to respond without his voice breaking. “Missed you too.” 

“You gonna talk to me now?” Eugene murmured as they snuggled close. “C’mon. You know I’m not gonna let you sit all melancholy like y’are right now. Out with it.” 

“…I shouldn’t be upset by it. Because it’s a good thing,” Snafu sighed. 

“Okay, we’re getting somewhere!” Eugene’s voice rumbled in his chest, pressed as close as they were, his back to Eugene’s chest, Eugene’s arm draped over him. “But maybe this good thing isn’t good for you?” 

“It’s good for someone I love, so it should be good for me too,” Snafu replied. “Because I love them, and I want good things for them.” 

“Well that’s…good,” Eugene said, then chuckled. “But that doesn’t mean whatever this is couldn’t still upset you somehow. Can’t help how things make you feel, sometimes.” 

“I know. But…” 

“You can tell me what it is, you know that,” Eugene whispered. 

“Alright. I…it’s been a little difficult. Without you home at night. Eatin’ dinners alone, goin’ to bed alone even some nights. And then when you do come home-” 

Snafu cut himself off with a sigh and resisted the urge to turn and bury his face into Eugene’s chest, and not say anymore. “When you do, as much as I love hearing about your new friends, and I do, I really do, I swear it, sometimes it feels like that’s all we talk about, and then it’ll be so late it’s already time for bed and then the sun rises and we do it all over again and I miss you.” 

He turned then, and focused on the beat of Eugene’s heart near his ear as he continued. “I’m proud of you in a way I can’t even put words to, because it just overwhelms me, you goin’ back to school and all. And I’m happy you’ve made friends, because you should! It’s good. But sometimes I miss that little bit of extra time we had, for just us. Even though I know that we’ll still find that time again, in one way or another, because things can’t stay the same forever, but gold still glitters even after you melt it down and make it into something new.” 

Eugene was silent, and Snafu fought the urge to break away from him and run upstairs, to avoid the storm that his words were surely going to bring. Granted, Eugene had never been that way with him, but other lovers had in the past, and he never wanted to make Eugene that sort of upset, but if anything would…perhaps this would.

“God, Flea was right. I always tell him how mad I am that he’s the smartest asshole outta all of us in the classroom, and now I gotta tell him he was right again, and he’s smartest about things like this too.” 

Snafu moved his face out of Eugene’s chest. “Things like this?” 

“He told me tonight, that he could tell last time we were all hangin’ out together that you seemed like you felt left out, and that he couldn’t believe that the man I described to them could be the same as the quiet and sad-lookin’ man I’d brought with me that day. And I figured maybe you were just tired or had a rough day at work and I didn’t ask…and I should have asked. I’m sorry, Snaf.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Snafu said as he carefully moved Eugene’s arm and sat up. “I’m bein’ a damn fool over this. I’m a grown man, actin’ like a child because I’m not gettin’ enough attention.” 

“No,” Eugene protested softly, and sat up so he was right beside him, their thighs touching and Eugene’s hand reaching for his. “You’re my husband, and you love me, and so you’ve been missin’ me and I didn’t notice, and that’s not right. I been watchin’ you go about your night after I get home, but I wasn’t paying any attention, and I should have been.” 

“I gotta do the same for you,” Snafu said.

“You have been! Who else would listen to me blabber on and complain about school, talk for hours about the dumb shit those boys at school tell me? You’ve been lookin’ right at me, keepin’ your eyes trained on me to keep me feeling happy and loved, and I looked back but I looked right through you,” Eugene replied. “No more of that. I promise.” 

The tears slipped down his face yet again before he could stop them, and he could hear Eugene’s soft sound of confusion as he closed his eyes and chuckled. 

“Happy tears, I promise. I’ve never had anyone I was with react like this. I was waitin’ for yellin’ and carryin’ on, so this is,” Snafu shook his head and laughed. “This is so reassuring and wonderful and I…I just love you so damn much.” 

Eugene’s arms wrapped around him, and held him tight. “I love you too, and I’m gonna show you just how much more often. Starting tonight.” 

“I think you did just now,” Snafu said. “But if you’ve got something else in mind, you know I don’t often say no to you.” 

“We’re gonna have to kick the cats off the bed for it,” Eugene smiled and kissed him softly.

“You mean pick them up and carry them into the guest room, and drag Ack Ack’s bed in there since he likes sleepin’ with ‘em so much?” Snafu asked against Eugene’s lips before kissing him back, letting his hand move to wrap around Eugene’s neck, a thumb caressing his cheek. 

“Exactly,” Eugene said as they parted lips, foreheads still touching. “You ready for bed?” 

“I am. Now that you’re here with me,” Snafu sighed, and held Eugene’s hand tight as they stood and headed for the stairs. He couldn’t believe he’d ever gotten so lucky, that the universe had given him so sweet a man. 

But he was so happy to have him, to be his forever, and to know now more than ever, that Eugene was his always as well.

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(Footsteps) Kelso: Oh, Catholic school? That's rough. Yeah, my dad took away my slingshot so I'm feeling it pretty bad too. Eric: What were you guys doing?  Hyde: Uh, we're just watching, uh- This old lady's eatin' a fish. Kelso: Look, Jackie we've been avoiding each other. I think it's time we hash this thing out. Jackie: It's okay. I'm good. Kelso: I can see you're devastated over losing me. Jackie: You know what, Michael? I'm fine, really. Kelso: You sound brave. But inside you're a scrambled mess. Just remember this. I'll always be there for you in case you have any physical needs, all right? (Hyde hits his leg) Damn, Hyde. What was that for? Hyde: I just missed you, man. Jackie: Wait. Donna, you're actually gonna go to Catholic school?  Donna: Not just Catholic school- Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow. That means ''sad forever.'' Eric, we're never even gonna see each other. Eric: Yeah, I know. And I can't even drive you to school. And we can forget about any lunchtime hokey-pokey. That’s what it’s all about. Hyde: Man, it sucks not having a car. Well, I'm gonna go drive mine. Catch you guys later. Jackie: Wait, wait, Steven. Where are you going? Hyde: What do you care?  Jackie: I don't. (Door Closes) Um, you know, I just remembered that I have to go to the mall because they're having this big Monday Madness sale. Donna: Jackie? It's Tuesday. Jackie: See? Total madness!  Kelso: Poor kid, trying to replace me with shopping.

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[janethepegasus]

BMC Miraculous Ladybug AU RP Thing: The Platonic Marriage

A RP Thing related to the BMC Miraculous Ladybug AU ( @pika-ace ) and this is the moment where ERIC AND JORDAN GET FUCKING MARRIED. YEAH BOIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!

(Eric is sitting in his dressing room, dressed in his suit, staring at the floor; the ceremony is going to begin very soon)

(He looks a little nervous, fidgeting his fingers a little)

(Just then there's a knock on the door) Jeremy: Hey, it's me...can I come in?

Eric: ....Sure.

(Jeremy opens the door, walks in, and closes the door; he's dressed in his nice suit too) Jeremy: Hey...how you doing?

Eric: .....Fine....

Jeremy: I...don't think so. *walks towards him* Nervous?

Eric: .....*sighs* Very.

(Jeremy nods and sits next to him) Jeremy: It's gonna be great. Everyone's real happy for you two

Eric: I know but.....i-i still can't believe this is actually happening....

Eric: Back when I was marrying Keira...I remember saying to myself that this is the biggest change you'll ever have in your life...I never expected to find myself back in this same position after all this time...

Jeremy: Hey, back then, you never expected all of this to happen! You just thought that....that was it! Just a happy life with you and Keira! But.....it didn't really turn out that way, huh?

Eric: No...at first it was pure bliss...but then...you know how it ended...

Jeremy: Yeah.....

Eric: I guess, I...I'm scared Jeremy...what if...it happens again...? W-What if I'm cursed to never be happy and lose those I hold dear...?

(Jeremy wraps his arm around Eric, looking at him)

Jeremy: You're not, Eric. You of all people deserve to be happy. And I know you CAN be happy with Jordan. Jordan would move PLANETS for you and he would keep you safe from ANYTHING, no matter what. You two deserve each other, and you deserve to live out the rest of your lives as a loving platonic couple. No doubt.

Jeremy: You're lucky to have a guy like him Eric, he wouldn't trade ya for ANYTHING in the world.

Eric: ...I suppose you're right Jeremy... Jeremy: And no need to worry about an akuma crashing the wedding; we got all our Miraculous at the ready and our Kwamis are gonna keep a look out. ;)

Jeremy: We don't want that bird brain to ruin your big day. ;)

Eric: He better not...then I’ll KNOW that I’m cursed to be miserable...

Jeremy: Yeah, we don't want that to happen!

Jeremy: ...I’m really happy for you, Dad :)

(Eric smiles at Jeremy)

(He puts his arm around him and pulls him into a side hug, kissing his temple)

Eric: Thank you son.....

Jeremy: No problem Dad... :) (Meanwhile, in Jordan’s room, he’s leaning on a dresser and looking at himself in the mirror, trying to keep his nervousness down)

Jordan: *to himself* Jordan, just calm down, you'll do great out there. You're gonna get married to Eric.....your best friend in the whole damn world.......just calm yourself, calm down, calm down, calm down......!

(There's a knock at the door; Jordan jumps and whirls around to see Jo peeking in) Jo: Mind if I pop in?

Jordan: Sure.

(Jo enters and closes the door, wearing a blue dress) Jordan: *chuckles* I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing you in girl clothes.

Jo: Nope! I rarely go back to my roots but it doesn't hurt to try!

Jo: But enough about me, you're the one who's clearly nervous about this ;)

Jordan: N-No i'm not!

Jo: Jordan, your hands are shaking like autumn leaves, and I know better than anyone that you get nervous when stuff involves people you care about. :3

Jordan: .....Y-You're right.....i can't lie to a close friend like you....

Jo: You're not that good at lying to begin with. *Jordan gives her a look* Hey, it just means your an honest man, that's a good thing!

Jordan: *nods* Yeah.....i rarely lie at all.....but....y-yeah.....i am nervous....

Jo: *sits and gestures for Jordan to sit next to her* Well c'mon, tell me about it.

(Jordan sits down next to Jo)

Jo: So? What's eatin' ya? Jordan: *sighs* I guess...just the fact that it's Eric that I'm marrying...god that still feels so weird to say...I'm marrying ERIC...

Jo: It's a PLATONIC wedding Jordan! It's not like it'd your typical ROMANTIC wedding!

Jordan: I know! I've accepted that part, and I'm so glad that I'm able to marry Eric without forcing him into a romantic relationship! I just...I wanna be good enough for him, Jo. Eric's been through so much in his life, and the stuff with Keira and Kean...it's still a touchy subject for him. I wanna give Eric the best life he could ever ask for...and I'm just afraid that...what if I'm not enough?

Jordan: What if....somewhere down the road.....things don't go well.....what if we break up?! What if we- (Jo wraps her arm around Jordan)

Jo: Hey hey hey, calm down Jordan, breathe.

(Jordan takes a couple of breaths)

Jo: That ain't gonna happen. Hell I betcha anything Eric is worried about the same thing. And yeah, you might have a couple fights down the road, but that's just a part of marriage. If the two of you can fight but still love each other in the end, then you know it's meant to be. And besides, Eric knows he can trust you with anything; you've only saved his life over a dozen times ;)

Jordan: Heh, yeah. My little peach keeps getting himself into trouble....

Jo: Eric knows how far you'd go for him and he's stayed by your side regardless. This is the right choice for both of you, I know it.

Jordan: *smiles* Thanks Jo.....

Jo: No problem. *straightens his tie* Now, in a few minutes, you're gonna go into that sanctuary and Eric's gonna walk down that aisle. You're gonna take his hands, look him in the eyes, recite your vows and pledge yourself to the man you love and you're not gonna break a sweat, get me? ;)

Jordan: Yeah....it'll do my best.

Jo: I know you will, and Eric will too.

Jordan: Yeah....

(Just then there's a knock on the door and Tobias peeks in) Tobias: It's about that time. You ready, Jordan?

Jordan: *nods* Y-Yeah....i-i'm ready.... Jo: Good luck! ;)

(Jordan takes a deep breath and walks out of the room)

(At the sanctuary, Jordan walks out and walks down the long carpet, where everyone is smiling at him)

(Jordan reaches the alter where Joe is waiting and stands in place)

Joe: *whispers to Jordan* You're gonna do great, Jordan.

Jordan: *whispers* Thanks... (He takes a deep breath as everyone stands up and Eric is led down the aisle with Tobias, along with Michael as the ring bearer and Jane and Kirsty as the flower girls)

(Eric walks up to the alter and looks at Jordan)

(They look at each other and beam at each other, both their hearts pounding)

Jordan: *internally* Just calm yourself Jordan.....just relax....don't get too nervous.....

Eric: *internally* You can do this Eric...you can do this...

(They take a deep breath, and they finally calmed themselves)

Joe: I think that's my cue. (Eric and Jordan nod and Joe begins) Joe: Dearly beloved and honored guests, we are gathered here today to unite both these men in the bonds of holy matrimony...

(The ceremony goes on perfectly, until finally the time comes) Joe: Do you Jordan Ellis, take this man, Eric Williams to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to love, honor and obey, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live?

Jordan: I do.

Joe: And do you Eric Williams, take this man, Jordan Ellis to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to love, honor and obey, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live?

Eric: I do.

Joe: If there are any objections to this union, please speak now or forever hold your peace.

(No one says anything)

Joe: Now, the rings please. (Michael steps up and Jordan takes the two rings)

(Jordan puts the silver ring with the Azurite on Eric's finger)

Eric: *whispers while tearing up* Jordan...it's beautiful...

Jordan: *whispers* I know....i made them myself. ;)

(Eric smiles and puts the ring with the ruby on Jordan's finger, the two of them clasping their hands together) Joe: By the power vested in me, I know pronounce you, life partners.

Joe: You may now kiss.

(Jordan and Eric come forward, tears in their eyes as they come together and kiss before hugging tightly)

(Everyone gets up and claps and cheers for the newly wed platonic couple) Jane: *tears up* I can't believe this all started with a simple mention. :)

Kirsty: *tears up* I know...the platonic ship has sailed :)

Jane: I'm so happy for them! (tears start to flow down her face)

Kirsty: Me too!! *clings to Jane*

(Jeremy looks at Eric and Jordan, tearing up) Jeremy: *tears up* I'm so proud of you dad....

Michael: *hugs the pillow that used to have the rings, tearing up* This is the best...!

Tobias: *tears up* I'm so proud of my students..... :)

Joe: *wipes a tear away* They grow up so fast...

(Everyone else was tearing up for them as well, happy for the newly weds)

(Jordan and Eric are still hugging, tears leaking from their eyes) Eric: We did it...

Jordan: We really did it....

Jordan: How do you feel...?

Eric: ....Happy. :')

Eric: ...Happier than...I've ever felt in my entire life... :')

Jordan: ....Me too.... :')

(They pull apart slightly for another kiss)

(They held the kiss for bit, tears flowing down from their eyes, and then they broke the kiss)

Eric: *softly* I love you...so much...

Jordan: *softly* Love you too.....my beautiful peach....

(Jordan holds Eric's face tenderly and they kiss again)

Joe: *tears up* I'm so proud of them....

Tobias: *nods, still tearing up* I just know they're going to be so happy together..

Joe: *tears up* Indeed.

(They watch as Jordan and Eric break their kiss and Jeremy and Michael run up, making a group hug)

Jeremy: *sobbing* I'm so proud of you dad!

Michael: *crying* I never thought this day would come, but it did and it's amazing!!

Eric: *tearing up* Yes it was....!

Jordan: *tearing up* And all it took was you two and your friends messing around with that shipping of yours X'D

Jeremy: *sobbing* Yeah! But you guys did it! :'D

Michael: Now our two dads are finally married! :'D

Eric: *tearing up* Y-Yeah.....now we're together......

Jordan: Together for as long as we both shall live... (They clasp hands, their rings sparking on their fingers)

[chezzkaa]

Cinders - Chapter 33/36

A/N: Get excited. 34 and 35 are gonna fuck you up.

All Chapters

SUMMARY: Lets Heist

WC: 2109

Warm sunlight seeps into your skin, rousing your from a deep sleep. Though your eyes remain closed each of your breaths draws in the morning and expels the aches of the past few days into the sheets. You let yourself enjoy the normality of the moment, Ryan’s soft breathing shifting through your hair and tangling in his own as it brushes across your cheek. Lying on your front with an arm tucked under your chest you legs splay out, Ryan’s strong arm wound around your waist; comforting and familiar.

It comes as a surprise that your mind is clear for the first time in weeks, despite your throat being thick and raw from the tears the night before. Your ravaged heart is lighter, shoulders moving with ease as her face swims past. No longer does the sight burn, instead leaving a mild sting without the Cheshire rearing her head – nowhere to be found. A pleasant sigh ruffles against your skin, arm tightening for a moment as a light groan escapes the slumbering man’s lips. Eyes squeezing shut to block the delicate sun dusting his eyelids. You shuffle closer, fingers running across his cheek and eyes mesmerised by the calm radiating from him, “morning dear.” His voice is husky and clogged with sleep, still it courses through your veins like wildfire, tugging against the corners of your lips as he places a kiss against your forehead; “hey there, sweetie.” “Sup?”

The second voice has you shooting up from the bed to see Ray occupying your couch and digging into a large bowl of your cereal. Legs crossed and face content despite the bruises circling his eyes. You narrow your eyes before rubbing them, hands falling into your lap with a gentle thud; “the fuck are you doing here?” Ray offers you a shrug and a wide smile around another mouthful, “eatin.” “Wait, but how?” “...with a spoon.” “Y/N please, it’s too early for murder” mumbles Ryan into the pillows, stretching out his limbs and wiggling his toes. You reach back to him, fingers finding his and moulding together. “Well,” you return your attention to Ray, “did you at least save us some cereal?” The man chews slowly, guilt stretching across his face as you narrow your eyes. Quickly he shovels the rest of the cereal into his mouth, forcing an incoherent apology through, “you’re a lil bitch, Ray.”

Ryan moves to sit up in bed, smiling at the man as he shuffles his back against the headboard. Instinctively you curl into his side, unable to deny the happiness swelling in your chest. Even though Ray always seemed to eat you out of house and home, you couldn’t help but enjoy the company of your two favourite people. 

It doesn’t take long for the past few days to begin nagging at your peace, Jon surfacing within your mind and bobbing uncomfortably for your attention. Your heart lets of a painful pang, concern for your brother quickly working its way into your content moment and tainting it like a poisonous undercurrent.

“Stop looking so fucking depressed,” Ray teases, jabbing his spoon in your direction while Ryan presses a light kiss to your shoulder, humming; “Trevor and Matt are working on decoding the final few lines of data, then we should have a complete location to work with.” Not trusting your voice you simply nod, Ryan’s fingers tracing soothing circles against your hip. “Thanks,” he smiles to Ray, of who returns the sentiment with a thumbs up and a raise of his now empty bowl; standing to put it away. “No problem,” he replies while closing the dishwasher and pulling the milk from the fridge, finishing off the tea he had started for the three of you whilst you were sleeping, “we should know what’s up in a couple of hours.” He balances the mugs between his two hands, shuffling towards the coffee table and managing to place them down without spillage. “Until then,” he snatches the remove off the couch, plonking into the cushions with a wide grin, “wanna play a game?”

“God DAMN IT Ray!” cries Ryan mournfully, watching the bullet shoot through his character from beside you; ray and Jeremy sandwiching you in an overflow of blankets from the other side. “One fucking time, just let us win one fucking time!” “Can stop a Hispanic with a cause!” he cheers, kicking his legs about and getting them caught in the blankets, struggling to break free. Seeing his moment to strike Jeremy abandons his controller, pointing to Ray as he quickly begins trapping himself, “GET HIM!”

Ryan launches across you, scrambling from the blankets to get to Ray past Jeremy, wrestling for the controller. With a jolt they slip from the couch and to the floor, hollering and kicking indiscriminately. “No, NO! It was all a rouse!” “Fuck yeah!” Your victorious exclamation rings out as you kill the final or your friends, pulling your legs up to avoid the scuffling men at your feet. Amidst the giggles and yelling a knock at the door has you standing, leaping over the flailing limbs to greet the visitor. Standing outside is Trevor, his hair swept back and so blond it almost shone white, mouth opening and ready to act professional. At the sound of the fighting inside the apartment he stops, eyebrows furrowing as he peers past to watch the pile; face bewildered.

“What’s up, lovely?” you ask, leaning against the frame as he continues to watch the sight before him; absolutely enthralled. Shaking his head he stammers for a minutes, a flurry of ‘I, errs’ tumbling from his lips. You wait patiently, eyes trained on your family – Jeremy trying to crawl over Ryan to reach the couch but the man wrestling him back down. “I erm, well, we’re in.”

The heist room is yet again cluttered with bodies huddling into the space, tension rippling through the air like wind over water. Your eyes are watching Gavin across the table while he works into a tiny mirror, hand flicking the golden eyeliner across his lid in a smooth motion. Absentmindedly your fingers touch your cheek, pulling away to watch the shimmer of colour glow across the tips – the Golden Boy having passed you his compact to splash gold across your eyes; the Cheshire materialising in front of the crew and picking at their nerves. Beside you Ryan clutches his skull mask, staring at Geoff creating ruts in the floor from his pacing. Ray is on your other side, completely at ease while he plays with his hot pink sniper rifle. A white masquerade mask perched against his forehead.

You manage to draw your gaze away from Gavin and the rest of the crew, coming to settle on Geoff while he fidgets, Jack having stopped his movements while whispering frantically to him. With a shaking breath he calms down and expels his worries, Jack quickly pecking the side of his temple with a kiss before disappearing into the crowd of bodies. He clears his throat a moment later, the noise harsh in the silence draped over the room. Still he has everyone’s attention instantly, all eyes trained on his and listening like their lives depended on it.

“The shipyard,” he starts, turning to pin the photograph up on the notice board, containers littering the space, “Matt tells me that there’s no way he could be hiding somewhere else, too much traffic to this area.” Matt nods from your right, continuing “the coding showed that the visits are incredibly frequent and for long periods of time.” “We investigated a little further,” pipes in Trevor, leaning an elbow on the table, “and found that the whole yard is being rented by a Mr. Gareth Benson.” “Had a drone fly over, the place is crawling with his men, small number of cops out of uniform. It’s armed to the fucking teeth,” concludes Matt, impatiently pushing his hair out of the way.

Geoff taps his notepad with the end of his pen once, “good work guys. So,” he turns back to the board to place an accompanying aerial shot next to the entrance, “here’s how it’s going to work. We hit it tonight, in teams. In and out, kill everyone we can.” Everyone is nodding, sharing glances at potential team mates along with murmurs of agreement. Your eyes are still trained on Geoff, tracing the frizz of his moustache and the creases on his forehead. He waits until the room quietens again, sweeping a hand towards Trevor, Lindsay, Meg and Matt. “We’ve got our eyes sorted, each of you are going to be watching one group and passing along intel when needed. Matt, you can hack into the security cameras, right?” a small nod from the man, a confirmation. “Good. Get drones out there too, as well as body cameras. We’ll need everything we can get.”

Moving on Geoff then jabs the pen towards Gavin and Michael, the two men a stark contrast against each other – gunpowder and gold. “You two are taking the outer perimeter. We need as many explosives as possible, cause a distraction and pool everyone inside. No one gets out alive. Think you can handle it?” Grins meet his raised eyebrow, Michael’s face splitting into a wild beam while Gavin nods eagerly. “Put on a show,” he squeaks, kicking his feet up on the table, “I think we can do that.” Michael swipes at them, knocking them off and back to the floor with a glare, “not on the fucking table, jack ass. Jeez.”

“Ray,” Geoff addresses the man beside you, his attention drawn away from his sniper for a moment, “you’re our sniper.” “Fucking surprise, surprise.” Geoff ignores him, motioning to the aerial view and marking out 4 small points, “these are the best places for you. Feel free to move between them as needed, you’re the only one I trust to shoot a bullet over my head.” “You really shouldn’t.” “You don’t make things easy, do you?” “Nah.” Despite his jokes Ray takes the job seriously, clambering through the crowd to the map and jotting down the points he could use, indicating a few more that might also be beneficial. Trusting him, Geoff gives him the go ahead to add a few more before he returns to your side.

Finally the leader turns to you, regarding your group and Jeremy sitting on the floor, bouncing his leg. “What’s your fucking name again?” “Cheshire,” says Ray, sounding genuinely surprised Geoff had forgotten. However the small hum shakes Geoff’s moustache, and you shrug. “I don’t think the three of us have a team name.” “Sure we do!” pipes in Jeremy from the floor, looking up at you with a smile, “I’ve thought of everything.” “Well?” Geoff’s foot taps impatiently, his anger hanging in the air, “what is it then?” “Get this,” Jeremy holds out his hands, presenting his idea “Crazy Short Temper.” You stare at him while Ryan chuckles, ruffling the man’s purple hair, “how are you so good at this?” “It’s a gift.”

Forging forward Geoff begins to rule off his orders, stealing your full attention. “Crazy Short Temper, you guys are going to be our main point of attack. You’ll be in the thick of it, fighting towards the centre,” the pen scribbles across a red container in the middle of the yard, stacked at least 6 high, “and towards the shithead.”  You give a sharp nod, feeling your body straighten and grow cold, “Jack and I will be giving you air support. Each of us in a jet and doing what we can to cause as much destruction as humanly possible.”

Leaning across the table Geoff’s face grows serious, eyes flashing menacingly as he addresses the rest of his family, “This is gonna be a shit storm.” Everyone hangs on his words, shuffling in place under the intense gaze he was offering, “I don’t want anyone to die here. I get that we can generally go running around without a care in the world, but remember; we don’t know if there are any negative repercussions to immortal deaths. We do know that if you lose a part of your body and it’s destroyed, you’re fucked. So, no stupid deaths and for god sakes stick together.” He stands again, this time looking at you sitting ramrod straight in your seat, Cheshire seeping into your veins. “First person to have eyes on the fucker needs to blow his brains out. We’ll deal with the organ thing later. And if you find Jon,” his eyes go to the rest of the room.

“I don’t care what you’re doing; just get him the fuck out.”

[lynns-art-blog]

Questions! With answers. Was tagged by @hiharry66 Rules: copy into new text post and remove my answere\replace them with yours. When you are done, tag people including the person who tagged you. And have some form of fun. A) age: 25(26 in August) B) biggest fear: Abandonment C) current time: 3:07am D) last drink I had: Best Damn Cream Soda(which does NOT live up to its name) E) every day starts with: goin through Tumblr to catch up on what I missed F) favourite song at the minute: Hold my Hand by Ken Ashcorp G) gayest/acest moment I’ve ever had: When I saw that post of really cute/buff ladies and could physically feel myself swoon with ever pic H) hometown: don’t have one since I’ve moved most of my life I) in love with: No one(and I doubt I ever will be) J) jealous of: Dunno. It usually changes XD K) killed someone: Nah, too much work L) last time I cried: Don’t remember the last time I full-on cried, but I do tear up from time to time M) middle name: Michael, tho I may change that at some point N) number of siblings: Two brothers, two stepbrothers, and a sister O) one wish: To have a character customization menu irl that I can use to change my features with. P) person you last called\texted\messaged: My mom. We were talkin about Ninja Sex Party’s newest album, Under the Covers Q) question you are always asked: I’m rarely asked things, and when I am, there’s never a consistent question. R) reason to smile: The good things and people in life. S) song last sung: Ten Rounds with Jose Quervo T) time you woke up: 5:40pm U) worst habit: Terrible sleep schedule, eatin habit, and lack of productivity V) x-ray you’ve had: on my ankle after it was crushed by a pallet of pool salt. W) favourite food: Burgers and pizza X) zodiac sign: Leo(though I don’t believe in that junk)

[harrelltut]

♀ My Unseen Sentient [U.S. = Invisible] Golden Black Lynch Mob Intel of Compton California [CA] got Me [ME = U.S. Michael Harrell = TUT = JAH] Stealthy Cruisin’ Our Golden Black Urban Streets [U.S.] in My 63 Impala after eatin’ some of Mama’s Afro [MA] Louisiana American [L.A.] Soul Food that BEE So Got Damn Good as I Illegally Make this U Turn & Flip My Middle Finga’ 2 the fat cops that got Me [ME = U.S. Michael Harrell = TUT = JAH] Under Secret [U.S.] Surveillance ‘cause I BEE Steady Mobbin’ ♀

[beatmyaudio]

I’m In It Song Lyrics – Kanye West

I’m In It Song Lyrics

I’m In It Song Lyrics From Popular Hollywood Artist Kanye West from Yeezus Album.

This song is sung by singer ” Kanye West ” in Year .

Lyrics of I’m In It :

Damn your lips very soft As I turn my Blackberry off And I turn your bath water on And you turn off your iPhone Careless whispers, eye fuckin’, bitin’ ass Neck, ears, hands, legs, eatin’ ass Your pussy’s too good, I need to crash Your titties, let ’em out, free at last Thank God almighty, they free at last We was up at the party but we was leavin’ fast Had to stop at 7-Eleven like I needed gas I’m lyin’, I needed condoms, don’t look through the glass Chasin’ love, lot of bittersweet hours lost Eatin’ Asian pussy, all I need was sweet and sour sauce Tell your boss you need an extra hour off Get you super wet after we turn the shower off That’s all them can do (say wah, say wah) That’s all them can do We deal with action thing Just a badman thing a dat dem cab do Action thing yo a badman thing Man a badman you fi know say Disrespect we no tek, no way Jose Try that ‘pon February the 30th That’s hard, couldn’t try that no day When we roll round ‘pon your block Nuh bother feel say we won’t spray (like a aerosol can) When we roll round ‘pon your block Nuh bother feel say we won’t spray (like an aerosol can) We ago smile pan court day Because we beat murder charge like O..J That’s right I’m in it (Should’ve known I would fall) I’m in it (Stepping on tacks on the floor) That’s right (And boys at your door) That’s right I’m in it (Well you need to fight for your own) That’s right I’m in it (Then don’t let me at your table) I’m in it (If you just gonna lay there) Fist jumps in the air, you love flame wars I’ll be gone long, grab that? set your? Picked up where we left off I need you home when I get off You know I need that wet mouth I know you need that reptile She cut from a different textile She love different kinds of sex now Black girl sippin’ white wine Put my fist in her like a civil rights sign And grabbed it with a slight grind And held it ’til the right time Then she came like AAAAAHHH! That’s why I’m in it and I can’t get out (That’s all them can do) That’s why I’m in it and I can’t get out (That’s all them can do) Lay it off, it off, it off.. Star fucker, Star fucker, Star fucker, Who? Where? Time to take it too far now Michael Douglas out the car now The kids and the wife life But can’t wake up from the night life I’m so scared of my demons I go to sleep with a nightlight My mind move like a Tron bike Pop a wheelie on the Zeitgeist I’m gonna start a new movement Being led by the drums I’m a rap-lic priest Getting head by the nuns They don’t play what I’m playing They don’t see what I’m saying They be balling in the D-League I be speaking Swaghili

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I'm Me

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I'm Me

Cold presidential for the gold diggin bitches Bouncin on the benjis like I’m fuckin hittin switches

I pull up like what the business Fuck you niggas feelings Puffin dro an paper stackin money to the ceiling I been ballin for a year or two I don’t think I’m goin back Walk up in the club And make them bitches have a ho attack Or should I say a heart attacki go into cardiac I’m gon let her ride but she ain’t fuckin then she walkin back You niggas be talkin that Same shit I’m livin though Faded like I’m michael jordan But I’m scottie pippen though Different state Different place End up with a different ho Niggas hatin in the hood I ain’t even trippin though I be walkin through my city like a fuckin king I’m in these streets Just ask around I do my fuckin thing Yeah I been eatin since they let me out the fuckin bin Nobody told me this the shit that all this money bring

[Chorus:] You know the team It’s m.m.g. Rookie of the year I’m mvp I’m gettin paper It’s m.o.b. She asked me who I think I am I told her bitch I’m me I tell her bitch I’m me Bitch I’m me I tell her bitch I’m me Bitch I’m me My niggas is ballin You niggas is hatin Cameras everywhere I go A movie in the making I tell her bitch I’m me

Yo I get that work out my face I put that shit on my man I take her straight to o’malley he sellin 30 a gram I put them b’s on your team And they gon murder your man Black and white marrow lookin they like burglar Damn I got bars Outer space I’m on mars I forever do my thing Pull strings guitar Before I had a deal I was a fuckin hood star And I ain’t chewin cause my goon is ridin like a good car I’m the topic of discussion Watch it bitch I’m bustin Rollie face blue Like I’m grippin on em cousin Nigga you ain’t got it you just lookin like you stuntin I was there, you called my man and you was lookin for an onion, lame We on the same road but it’s a different lane And all you niggas tellin like it’s a different game In the district, pointin pictures, givin names They shoot at us, we kill em all and we get the blame

[Chorus:] You know the team It’s m.m.g. Rookie of the year I’m mvp I’m gettin paper It’s m.o.b. She asked me who I think I am I told her bitch I’m me I tell her bitch I’m me Bitch I’m me I tell her bitch I’m me Bitch I’m me My niggas is ballin You niggas is hatin Cameras everywhere I go A movie in the making I tell her bitch I’m me

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5 Superhero Movies That Are Only Worth It For One Scene

Bad superhero films are a treasure. Not only does one make you disappointed with Hollywood for creating a bad movie, but it also makes you doubly frustrated because they’re messing up something that you know is good in comic book form. However, we shouldn’t write off a bad superhero movie immediately. Upon closer examination, these terrible films can contain little glimpses of promise — little glimpses that make you say “This might be a secret masterpiece.” Or at least, “This doesn’t suck every poop.”

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Batman & Robin — The Criminal Property Locker

In the annals of bad superhero films, Batman & Robin stands alone. It isn’t a “Well, maybe it’s not THAT bad” film like Superman Returns or Spider-Man 3. It isn’t a “I’ll forget the plot of this before I even leave the theater” film like X-Men: The Last Stand or Daredevil. It isn’t a “That’s a damn shame” film like Superman IV: The Quest For Peace or Robocop 2. And it isn’t a “If there is a God, they wouldn’t let this happen” film like Catwoman or Spawn. Instead, it’s a film that somehow gets both more amazingly terrible and more inexplicably enjoyable with time. I hate it and I love it in equal measure, and years after I’m dead, researchers will discover my skeleton clinging to a VHS copy of it, like Quasimodo and Esmeralda at the end of Hunchback Of Notre Dame.

But the movie does have one extremely cool split second. Now, there is a well-known Easter egg in Batman & Robin: When Bane and Poison Ivy are breaking Mr. Freeze out of Arkham Asylum, you get a glimpse of the “Criminal Property Locker.” And in the locker are the costumes of the Riddler and Two-Face from Batman Forever. That’s kind of neat — though since Two-Face died by falling into a spiky underwater pit, it does imply that some poor Arkham intern had to dry-clean and sew his fucking suit back together.

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But the rest of the stuff in the room implies that when the Tim Burton/Joel Schumacher Batman wasn’t eviscerating clowns or neon terrorists, he was still pretty busy. Beside the Riddler’s suit is a doll, so at some point, was Val Kilmer punching the shit out of B-list villain Toyman? Or is that the work of the Dollmaker, a guy who made dolls out of his victims’ skin? Is that dude still in Arkham? It’s unlikely, considering that Michael Keaton’s Batman was one part hero and nine parts sadist, and probably attached a bomb to Dollmaker and peed on him a little bit before even learning his name. But still, the scene adds history to a series that seemed to be mostly about Batman sitting around in his office, waiting for crime to happen.

And then, on the right side, we see a pair of boxing gloves. So good luck, guy who was using those. I’m sure your career as Two-Punch Man was really hitting its peak just before Michael Keaton ripped your intestines out through your eye holes.

But the most interesting part is the big mechanical suit that we see, and on first glance, you’d probably assume that it’s Mr. Freeze’s suit, since that’s what Poison Ivy broke into the locker to get. But Mr. Freeze’s suit looks nothing like that. So either Mr. Freeze has been fighting Batman and Robin for so long that he’s had to upgrade his technology in order to keep his chilly ass un-kicked, or it belongs to another mech-suited villain. The pyromaniac Firefly, maybe? That would be so awesome, and now I’m so pissed that I never got to see Val Kilmer stare expressionless around a bug man with a flamethrower. What were you even good for if you couldn’t give us that, the ’90s?

4

Judge Dredd — The Angel Gang

Judge Dredd came out in 1995, when we were still trying to figure out whether superhero movies were going to be a thing. Sure, Superman and Batman had been pretty successful, but was there hope for anyone else? The answer to that was “Not yet,” as proven by the lackluster Judge Dredd, which featured Sylvester Stallone. I know that we’re all currently pretty high on Stallone after Creed, but between Rocky IV and Rocky Balboa, he was having a rough time being in any movie that someone could honestly call good. At his best, he was in films like Demolition Man — or as my dad would call it, Daniel, we need to talk.

Judge Dredd has sweet set design, but other than that, it’s a lot of Stallone and Armand Assante shouting at side characters who are too useless to be given their own shouting dialogue. The only time it really perks up is when Stallone and his little buddy Rob Schneider get captured in the wastelands by the Angel Gang. The Angel Gang are cannibals, and their role in the movie almost feels like Judge Dredd DLC. But during the gang’s brief vacation in your eyeballs, Judge Dredd ceases to be a humdrum exploration into the beauty of shoulder pads, and starts feeling special.

There are plenty of movies wherein superheroes fight random gangs. There are just as many superhero movies where the hero is forced to fight a guy who could’ve been a hero, but instead went evil. But there are very few superhero films in which the hero has to tangle with the cast of The Hills Have Eyes. The Angel Gang is a bunch of wild cards. They don’t want to build a city-sinking torpedo or open up a portal to release an ancient evil whatever; they just want to snack on you a little bit. They won’t say any clever lines or reveal any master plans. At most, they’ll maybe give you a recipe for you, medium-rare.

Sadly, their stay is brief, because Stallone soon escapes and jams an electrical wire into the head of most monosyllabic among them. Of course, the mutant does get to say, “You killed my Pa,” so it’s not a total waste.

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Blade: Trinity — The Human Farm

Throughout the Blade series, characters are constantly mentioning the fact that the vampire universe is bigger than you know. Sure, you think we live in a world of humans and puppy dogs and hit singles from Evanescence, but underneath it all, there’s a society of vampires. And when that society decides to rule the world, Blade will … take them out pretty easily, actually. For a race that’s apparently thiiiiis close to dominating the world, they sure seem to be divided into easily spin-kicked pockets.

Blade: Trinity is the worst Blade film. The best thing about Blade and Blade 2 is that they feel inventive and fresh. You’re getting things from them that you wouldn’t get from a Spider-Man or X-Men film — namely, Wesley Snipes cursing and reducing screeching henchmen to ashes. It’s why they’re two of my favorite superhero films. On the other hand, Blade: Trinity features boring-ass Dracula and his something or another quest to vaguely rule the world. After years of tackling rave mutants and goth Nosferatus, Blade’s final fight is with a bad Witcher cosplayer.

Luckily, we do get one scene that feels like it came out of the earlier films. Blade finds a human farm, where a bunch of comatose people are vacuum-sealed into big Ziploc bags and used as a constant source of vampire food. It’s super creepy, and when Blade gets told that they’re all brain-dead, he shuts the whole thing down with barely a second thought or a quietly growled “motherfucker.”

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It also gives the movie (and the series) a sense of grand scale that it had been lacking. Oh, THIS is what the vampires were hyping up when they were jabbering on about their big vampire plans. Well, I apologize for not paying more attention, emo ghouls. My bad. My bad.

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X-Men: Apocalypse — Wolverine’s Introduction

Before Logan, we only got tastes of Wolverine’s full potential as a fighter. One taste was in X2, when he has to defend Xavier’s School for Kool Kidz and Cyclops from William Stryker’s men. But the best pre-Logan scene of Wolverine grinding his way through bad guys in order to level up for the final boss was in X-Men: Apocalypse. Wolverine appears for only a few minutes in this movie, and he looks like an absolute monster.

Imagine you’re a security guard for some mutant research project. You don’t really worry about those mutants escaping, because why would you? They’re usually sedated and subdued, and if they did start waking up, there’s a whole room full of guys with heavy firearms who would blow them away. Then one day, you’re eatin’ a microwavable chicken pot pie and thinking about your novel when you hear “Weapon X is loose.” You know, the most dangerous experiment in a whole building full of dangerous experiments. Will the gun they’ve given you work against someone with adamantium claws and, if the rumors you heard are true, healing powers? Maybe.

That’s the feeling you get during the scene in which Wolverine escapes: pure, pee-your-pants, “Oh my god, I was not properly trained for this” terror. Sure, Logan has a lot of scenes where he cuts his way through dudes, but that movie frames it as action, while this turns Wolverine into a slasher villain. It doesn’t hurt that the scene ends with a splash of blood coming from offscreen, which is slasher movie code for “Daaaammmnnn.”

The rest of the movie is pretty subpar. The X-Men’s most powerful villain, Apocalypse, is handled so poorly that you just wish Magneto could be the main bad guy for the fourth time. But I guess it’s to be expected that the best part of an X-Men film would include Hugh Jackman. Oh, Hugh. Was it something I said? Please come back.

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Batman v. Superman — The Warehouse Fight

Batman v. Superman didn’t give us a lot of what I would call “iconic” Batman moments. At one point, he does ask Superman, “Do you bleed?” and that’s pretty cool. But then Superman flies off because he has more important things to do than to lightly argue with some billionaire manchild, leaving Batman just standing there. So what does Batman do? He says, “You will,” and TOTALLY WINS THAT CONVERSATION. You sure got him, dude helplessly standing in the wreckage of his super car. I’m sure the shower argument that you had by yourself later was full of similar zingers. “DO YOU BLEED? WELL, I BET YOU DO. AND THEN I’D FUCKING PUNCH HIM LIKE THIS, AND SUPERMAN WOULD BE ALL LIKE, ‘NO, PLEASE, STOP, BATMAN. I BET YOUR PENIS DOESN’T EVEN SLIGHTLY CURVE TO THE LEFT.’ AND I’D BE ALL LIKE BAM. POW. SHUT UP.”

On a more positive note, Batman v. Superman does have one awesome scene: the warehouse fight. Now, before I get into why this part is so great, I do have to say that a lot of it has to do with the critically acclaimed Batman: Arkham games, which make every other Batman fight scene in every other medium look like a slap fight among friends. In the Arkham games, you can sneak up behind a dude, choke him out, zip up to a gargoyle, fly over and drop-kick a man’s torso off his body, zip back up to another gargoyle, tie a guy up to said gargoyle, throw a smoke pellet, hit a thug with an electric shock gun, choke out another dude, and then run up to the last dude as he fills you with bullets and hope that your body armor holds up for long enough so that Batman can someday wear the man’s skull as a shoe.

That’s the kind of thing that we got in the Batman v. Superman warehouse scene, during which Batman goes back and forth, rearranging an entire gang’s internal organs using everything in his disposal. Here are a few highlights:

– A guy comes into the room brandishing a grenade, so Batman kicks a guy he already has hanging from the ceiling into the grenade man.

– Batman Rock Bottoms a dude into the floor — a technique most assuredly taught to him by Ra’s al Ghul when Batman trained with all of those ninjas. “You must learn to conquer your fear, Bruce,” I remember Ra’s saying in Batman Begins. “CONQUER IT WITH THE PEOPLE’S ELBOW.”

– Batman uses his grappling hook gun thing to sling a box into a guy, and the guy gets hit so hard that he flies into a wall and the back of his goddamn head apparently comes off.

There are a lot of people who have a problem with Batman committing murder, but since my favorite superhero film is Batman Returns, I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. At the very least, it gave us a chance to experience an Arkham City level on the big screen, narrated entirely by Ben Affleck’s grunts.

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Riley 'Nem pt. 7: The Virgin

"Did you cum?", whispered a deep, immature voice.

"Yea", I lied.

"Good. Me too. I love you, baby", he said.

"I love you too", another lie. Then I hung up the phone.

I sighed deeply, rolled over, and headed for the bathroom to wash my hands. The floorboards were old and creaky so I tried to walk as softly as I could so that I didn't wake my folks up. I wasn't supposed to be up this late on a school night, let alone, be talking on the phone.

"Keeshaaaa?!", rang a stern voice.

"Yes, ma'am", I answered.

"Why aren't you in bed? And I KNOW I didn't hear you on my telephone a few minutes ago".

I rolled my eyes, "No, ma'am", I answered and continued on my way to the bathroom. "I know I didn't hear you on my telephone...", I mimicked to myself. Boah she killed me. Ain't paid a bill since she moved in here. "Nigga dis my daddy house" -- I laughed.  

I got back to my room, shut the door behind me, and turned on the lamp by my bedside and picked up my tattered copy of 'The Coldest Winter Ever'. It was one of my all time favorites. My cousin Riley and her bestfriend Jordyn and I were sharing this one copy and it was my turn to read it. I'd read it once before in eighth grade, then again sophomore year, but it was senior year now and my boyfriend, Mike, was pressuring me to have sex, so I thought it was appropriate to revisit the storyline.

You see, I was a virgin. Most of the guys I dated assumed I would fuck because of how developed I was. I guess they thought that just because I was built like a grown ass woman, that I was ready to do grown ass woman thangs. And every time, they were left with a hard dick and hard feelings.

I did like Mike, really, I did. But did I love the nigga? No. Did I think that he loved me? Hell nawl. He just be sayin' that shit 'cause he thinks it sounds good. Not to mention, he thinks saying, "I love you, baby" is gone get him some pussy. But if he can lie about lovin' me to get what he wants, so can I. What did I want, you're probably wondering... I wanted status! Mike was the shooting guard for our school's team and was ranked top five in the nation amongst high school ball players. I was gonna make sure that I was on his arm when the time came.

I scanned the pages of the novel, skipping past a few words here and there because I'd read them so many times that I was able to finish the sentences without having to actually read them. My daddy never touched no dope, and we didn't live some unimaginable lavish lifestyle, but somehow, I could relate to Winter's dumb ass. She was a go-getter and so was I. She used niggas for their money and status, but unlike Winter, I wasn't giving away my body for trinkets and designer threads. Shid, I was barely giving out my time. But that was more of my parents' doing than my own.

I couldn't do shit. Couldn't go on dates, couldn't have people over, couldn't go to parties. None uh dat. It's a wonder that I wasn't fast and bussin' it already. People always talking abut how if you keep a teenage girl locked up in the house, she gon' be the biggest hoe of all. But I liked to prove people wrong. Yea, I snuck out from time to time. Got caught a couple of times and got hands put on me for it, but it was worth it. Most times though, I'd just go over to Riley's and go from there. My aunt and uncle were real cool and didn't mind us going out. I'm pretty sure that they were hippies in their day. Every time I go over there, they're playing old Isley's records and burning sage, tryna mask the funk of the weed they smoke in the basement. Riley thinks it's embarrassing, but I think it's cool.

It's funny how the same thing a man loves, is the same thing that he hates. What makes me stand out as a woman is that I have non negotiable principles, strength, and faith in my people. From the time that we shared that, you seemed to love that, admire it, even. Now you hate it because my ways have isolated you. The truth is, you've isolated yourself. --- (Sistah Soulja Excerpt TCWE) 

And on that note, I passed out, book resting on my chest and all.

The next day at school, I skipped homeroom to meet up with Riley to copy the trig homework. Riley was super smart and good with numbers. Jordyn was the chem wiz and me; I wrote all our papers. We had the whole school on lock; charged $25 for book reports, $10 for trig worksheets, and $15 for chem homework. I don't know if the kids were dumb or just plain lazy, but either way, we was eatin'.

I found Riley all caked up against the lockers by the gymnasium. She and Rod had been going out off and on since freshman year. She was holdin' out on him too but every day, I could tell she was getting weaker and weaker. They had the "real thing" though. Equally crazy about one another. Inspiring.. if you believed that your high school sweetheart was really the "one". But as for me.. you already know where my head is.

"Ahem", I cleared my throat, hoping it would catch their attention and interrupt them. Nope. They were still swallowing each other's tongues. So, I got a little louder the second time..

"AHEM, got dammit", I joked.

"Oh hey Keesh", said Riley as she wiped the corners of her mouth, never even looking in my direction.

"Wassup girl", followed up Rod, also not breaking his gaze from Riley.

"Well I hate to interrupt BUT, Riley, we got somewhere to be..", I reminded her. I didn't want to say out loud that we needed to meet up with Jaron to make a drop 'cause Rod wasn't Riley's biggest fan when it came to her doing homework for students. You would think he'd be proud that his girlfriend had a hustle hand. Guess not, though.

"She's right. Get to classsss babe. See you later."

They kissed again, then we headed for the back of the auditorium to make the drop and so I could copy her homework.

"Wassup, Jaron?", he was waiting for us by the bleachers.

"Wassup, Keesh? Wassup Riley? Aye, Keesh, when you gon' stop playin' and fuck with a real nigga?"

"Jaron, do you have the money or what?", I said, getting straight to the point.

"Dang, it's like that? Bet. Yea. I got yo money".

He dangled the wrinkled bills in my face, snatching them away every time that I reached for it; then he finally handed the money to Riley.

"She isss the math wiz, right?", he teased.

"Whatever nigga, here..", I said as I handed him the paper. Me and Riley left and headed in the opposite direction.

Riley gave me her homework to copy and disappeared down the hallway. I hurried up and copied it, then met up with Mike in the stairwell to "talk". I already knew what he was gonna want to talk about. Senior prom was coming up and according to the rumor mill, he had a suite downtown that night.

"Hey, baby", he said, greeting me with a warm hug and a bag of M&Ms. He knew they were my favorite.

"For me?", I asked, knowing damn well they were.

"Anything for my baby", he said.

Okay nigga, cut the theatrics. Now he was doing the absolute most. He was really trying to butter me up. I liked it though, so I let him continue to do his thang.

"Okay, Mike...wassup? What's all this for?". I can be a bit direct at times.

"Soooo..after prom...I was thinkinggg....that you...and me... could spend a romantic evening at the Westin downtown. My cousin George got the hook up on the rooms and said he would look out".

"You want to spend the night there? You know my folks are not going for that, Mikey. I'm sorry, I can't".

"So that's it? Just like that? A flat out no? You not even gone TRY to think about it or come up with a plan or a lie like you usually do?".

"It's PROM, Michael.", my tone got a little more defensive. "My parents are gonna be on the defense about my every little move and be noided about everything. There's no way they're gonna let me break curfew or "spend the night" at Riley's on that night. They might be old, but they're not stupid."

"Alright, fuck it then. If you not even willing to try, that tells me you don't love me like you say you do and you're not willing to take this relationship to the next level."

I couldn't even argue with him saying I must not love him like I said I did.. 'cause truth be told, I didn't. So instead, I said,

"Nigga, what!? So because I won't lie to my parents and sleep with you, I don't "love you like I say I do"? Yous a clown, Michael."

Like I said before, all the while, I knew damn well that I didn't love this boy, but it was the principle of the matter. I felt I had to take a stand for all the virgins and girlfriends out there who weren't ready to give it up!

"You damn skippy", he shot back. "And as a matter of fact, gimme my hoodie back. Oh yea, I'm taking Tasha to prom. It's over, Keesha."

And just like that, I'd gotten dumped and left in the stairwell. For whatever reason, hot tears fled my eyes and ran down my face like lava down the side of a volcano. I was heated. I was sad. But I was not heart-broken. I cried, gathered my shit, wiped my face and headed to class and pretended nothing had happened. At least I still had the M&Ms. I was starving.

It was the end of the day now and by this time, damn near the whole school knew that me and Mike had broken up. Probably because we didn't sit together in the commons at lunch and more evidently, he was all hugged up with Tasha at the pep rally. I immediately started going through the mental list of niggas that I'd turned down. I couldn't think of one available guy that was up to par. In the middle of my brainstorming, I got a text from Riley saying she had to tell me something and to meet her at her bus.

I followed orders and went to bus 938 and waited. It wasn't too long before I spotted her through the crowd of kids. She looked...different, somehow.

"Wassup? What you gotta tell me?", I asked, getting right to the point.

"Dang, what's wrong witchu? Why you shitty?", Riley asked.

"So you haven't heard?", I said dully.

"Heard what?", she asked.

I could tell that she really had no idea.

"Mike broke up with me because I wouldn't fuck. He's taking tacky Tasha to prom", I blurted out.

"Big booty, Tasha??".

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, nigga".

"Aw damn. I'm sorry Keesh. Well that makes me not even wanna tell you my news now...".

"Girl, I'm coo. Two tears in a bucket won't fill it so fuck it. (My dad always says that) What's going on? And why you lookin' all...different?"

"Wellllllluhh...", she said hesitantly. "I did it. Well, we did it! Me and Rod...made looovvvee".

I was secretly disappointed but I didn't want to make her feel bad about her decision so I went along with it. In the back of my mind, all I could think was that she had given away her power.. something I vowed not to do for as long as I could. It was that moment there that I told myself I would never have casual sex.

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Jay-Z—Family Feud (Feat. Beyoncé) [Jay-Z:] My nigga got on My nigga got on all white, no socks My nigga got that cocaina on today That's how he feel Turn my vocal up That's how you feel, Emory? Turn my vocal up some more Turn my vocal up, Guru! Turn the music up too Super Bowl goals My wife in the crib feedin' the kids liquid gold We in a whole different mode Kid that used to pitch bricks can't be pigeonholed I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed Oh, we gon' reach a billi' first I told my wife the spiritual shit really work! Alhamdulillah, I run through 'em all Hovi's home, all these phonies come to a halt All this old talk left me confused You'd rather be old rich me or new you? And old niggas, y'all stop actin' brand new Like 2Pac ain't have a nose ring too, huh [Jay-Z & Beyoncé:] Nobody wins when the family feuds But my stash can't fit into Steve Harvey's suit I'm clear why I'm here, how about you? Ain't no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I'm cute.. Pretty much If anybody gettin' handsome checks, it should be us Fuck rap, crack cocaine Nah, we did that, Black-owned things Hundred percent, Black-owned champagne And we merrily merrily eatin' off these streams Y'all still drinkin' Perrier-Jouët, huh But we ain't get through to you yet, uh What's better than one billionaire? Two (two) 'Specially if they're from the same hue as you Y'all stop me when I stop tellin' the truth I would say I'm the realest nigga rappin' But that ain't even a statement That's like sayin' I'm the tallest midget Wait, that ain't politically correct Forget it Can I get "Amen" from the congregation? Amen, amen Can I get a "Amen" from the congregation? Amen, amen [Jay-Z:] Yeah, I'll fuck up a good thing if you let me Let me alone, Becky A man that don't take care his family can't be rich I'll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit My consciousness was Michael's common sense I missed the karma and that came as a consequence Niggas bustin' off through the curtains 'cause she hurtin' Kay losin' the babies 'cause their future's uncertain Nobody wins when the family feuds We all screwed 'cause we never had the tools I'm tryna fix you I'm tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official Y'all think small, I think Biggie Y'all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi Al Sharpton in the mirror takin' selfies How is him or Pill Cosby s'posed to help me? Old niggas never accepted me New niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin' Dos Equis We all lose when the family feuds What's better than one billionaire? Two I'll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC Y'all need to stop [Beyoncé:] Higher, higher, higher, higher Higher, higher, higher, higher Higher, higher, higher, higher Higher, higher, higher, higher Higher, higher Love me like, love Higher Like... yeah, yeah, yeah... https://itun.es/us/jJ15kb?i=1256675699

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Family Feud

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Family Feud

–Intro: JAY-Z– My nigga got on My nigga got on all white, no socks My nigga got that cocaina on today That’s how he feel Turn my vocal up That’s how you feel, Henry? Turn my vocal up some more Turn my vocal up, Guru! Turn the music up too

–Verse 1: JAY-Z– Super Bowl goals My wife in the crib feedin’ the kids liquid gold We in a whole different mode Kid that used to pitch bricks can’t be pigeonholed I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed Oh, we gon’ reach a billi’ first I told my wife the spiritual shit really work Alhamdulillah, I run through ’em all Hovi’s home, all these phonies come to a halt All this old talk left me confused You’d rather be old rich me or new you? And old niggas, y’all stop actin’ brand new Like, 2Pac ain’t have a nose ring too, huh

–Verse 2: JAY-Z & Beyoncé– Nobody wins when the family feuds But my stash can’t fit into Steve Harvey’s suit I’m clear why I’m here, how about you? Ain’t no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I’m cute Mmmmm Pretty much If anybody gettin’ handsome checks, it should be us Fuck rap, crack cocaine Nah we did that, Black-owned things Hundred percent, Black-owned champagne And we merrily merrily eatin’ off these streams Y’all still drinkin’ Perrier-Jouët, huh But we ain’t get through to you yet, uh What’s better than one billionaire? Two (two) ‘Specially if they’re from the same hue as you Y’all stop me when I stop tellin’ the truth

–Interlude: JAY-Z & Beyoncé– Hahahaha I would say I’m the realest nigga rappin’, but that ain’t even a statement That’s like sayin’ I’m the tallest midget Wait, that ain’t politically correct Forget it Can I get “Amen” from the congregation? Amen, amen Can I get a “Amen” from the congregation? Amen, amen

–Verse 3: JAY-Z– Yeah, I’ll fuck up a good thing if you let me Let me alone, Becky A man that don’t take care his family can’t be rich I’ll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit My consciousness was Michael’s common sense I missed the karma and that came as a consequence Niggas bustin’ off through the curtains ’cause she hurtin’ Can’t losin’ the babies ’cause their future’s uncertain Nobody wins when the family feuds We all screwed ’cause we never had the tools I’m tryna fix you I’m tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official Y’all think small, I think Biggie Y’all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi Al Sharpton in the mirror takin’ selfies How is him or Pill Cosby s’posed to help me? Old niggas never accepted me New niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin’ Dos Equis We all lose when the family fueds What’s better than one billionaire? Two I’ll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC Y’all need to stop

–Outro: Beyoncé– Higher, higher, higher, higher Higher, higher, higher, higher Higher, higher, higher, higher Higher, higher, higher, higher Higher, higher Love me like, love Higher Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah