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shingia · 3 years

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can i req suna,, akaashi and iwa (and anyone else u want!!) getting jelly abt the s/o hanging out with another guy and being touchy (like the playful smacking or smth) without knowing the guy was their brother? angst to fluff bc i want the ✨ pain ✨ if u dont wanna its fine too,,

thanks bby,, love ur works so much! stay safe and healthy 😫💗

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS OF A GUY WITHOUT KNOWING HE’S YOUR BROTHER ✗

me receiving a request : 🥰 the request including suna :🤩 tysmm bby stay safe and healthy tooo <3

-> suna, iwaizumi, akaashi

-> angst to fluff

-> reblogs help a lot <33

— SUNA

• he hadn’t asked many questions when you told him you couldn’t come over to his house in the afternoon. but now, as he was replaying your snapchat story for the sixth time, he really wished he did

• maybe if he had insisted on coming with you, you wouldn’t have let this guy - that he had never seen, for the record - act so touchy with you

• was it his fault for not making you feel special enough ? to the point that you preferred the company of other men rather than your own boyfriend’s ?

• just the thought of this was enough to make a few of his usually well-hidden insecurities bubble up - most of them due to what his friends always joked about « suna doesn’t care enough to be in a relationship, they’ll all run away after a week ! »

• so yes, suna was hurt, but you didn’t have to see that. your opinion on him was the only one he cared about, he didn’t want to tarnish it. well... your opinion and his little sister’s, who burst into his room as he was about to watch your story for the seventh time to tell him that « someone’s at the door ! »

• not feeling like getting out of bed, it took him a few minutes to drag his feet to the door before finally opening it. and of all the people he could have expected to see, you were the last of them

• « surprise ? » you smiled as you let yourself in, not noticing the surprised look on his face as you greeted him with a tight hug. « i felt bad for cancelling our afternoon together, so i asked my brother to drop me off »

• you weren’t even done talking that suna had already recognized the man in the car that was leaving his driveway. his embrace immediately softened, and a smile crept on his face as he felt all his doubts vanish in a second

• « nuh-uh, don’t take your jacket off beautiful, i’m taking you out », he told you, determined to spoil you in the way he regretted not doing sooner

• at his words, his sister almost magically appeared next to you, coat in hand and ready to go. « you weren’t planning on leaving without me, right ? » she flashed you a toothless grin, grabbing both your hand and his to drag you two outside

• suna shared a deadpanned look with you, « of course not... » you both said in unison as she was already leading the way to her favorite ice cream shop

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s trust in you was infinite. but something about the way this guy had his arm playfully wrapped around your shoulders didn’t sit right with him

• his practice had ran late and he was exhausted. but he had promised you he would pop over to the birthday party of your childhood best friend, knowing how much it mattered to you

• but your behavior looked an awful lot like an attempt at making him jealous... and it was working

• was it your way of letting him know that you two weren’t working anymore ? were you just too much of a coward to be clear about it ? he hated to think about you that way. and most of all, he cared about you too much to not step in

• « ok now you got my attention » he told you after pulling you to the side. « if you want to tell me something, go ahead, i’m listening »

• still trapped in the euphoria of the moment, you didn’t really understand how upset he was. but maybe it was for the best, because it allowed you to defuse the tension lightheartedly : « i can’t believe i forgot to introduce you ! » you let out as you dragged him back to where your brother was still standing

• his jaw still clenched, iwa couldn’t even bring himself to shake this stranger’s hand, as friendly as he looked. at least not until you spoke your next words : « he was actually telling me how excited he was to finally met his future brother-in-law ! »

• iwa’s lips slightly parted in confusion, you could almost hear the cogs turning in his head over the music. brother? well that explained a lot of things

• « h-hi, sorry i was... miles away » he apologized before finally shaking the hand your brother was holding out to him

• but once the surprise had passed, another word stuck with him : brother-in-law ? as in « my sibling speaks so highly of you that i’m willing to let you put a ring on their finger even though i have never met you yet » ?

• well, it was good to know that your brother agreed with the plans he’d had for you since day 1...

— AKAASHI

• it was not unusual for akaashi to think that maybe he was not good enough for you. but being actually jealous was a first for him

• he had promised himself to never be too overprotective of you. but the facts were here : it was 3am and the only thing keeping him up was this unknown feeling of pure jealousy

• if he had not been in such a hurry when he witnessed your lighthearted banter and playful fighting with this man in the afternoon, he would’ve come up to you. introduced himself. maybe asked a few questions. if

• suspecting that this unpleasant feeling would not go away unless he talked to you about it, akaashi found himself dialling your number in the middle of the night

• used to his thoughts polluting his mind at unpredictable hours of the day and the night, your ringer was always on. which is why you picked up after only two rings

• « hi angel, i’m sorry to wake you up, i just... » he started, the clarity of his tone letting you know that he had not slept a wink. feeling his hesitation, you were quick to reassure him « it’s ok keiji. what’s going on ? »

• « who were you with ? i mean- this afternoon ? i don’t think i’ve ever met that guy and i was just wondering if... maybe i should ? »

• sitting up straight on your bed, you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. if this was the only thing keeping him awake, he should be able to fall asleep in the following minutes. « i was with my brother. but i understand why you were confused, it’s a normal reaction so please don’t blame yourself for that, alright baby ? »

• the gasp you heard on the other end of the line made you chuckle. akaashi’s voice was much less tensed now : « well in that case, yeah i should probably meet him... if you’re ok with that »

• « i’m more than ok with that » you smiled, placing your phone down on your pillow « wanna stay on the phone for a bit ? »

• « that’d be nice », his voice sounded sleepy already, especially above the familiar sound of his covers being pulled up to his chin

— ATSUMU

• how could he put that in words ? he didn’t even know if he was allowed to be jealous because he knew how often you had to see him deal with his many fangirls

• and that was actually what bugged him the most : that he might have already made you feel as shitty as he was feeling now

• but atsumu wasn’t the type to sit down and seriously open up about his feelings. besides, it was much easier to look like a needy boyfriend rather than a vulnerable one

• so he resorted to what he was best at : physical touch as a way to get your attention

• sneaking up behind you, he didn’t give you any warning before wrapping both his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back so much that you almost had to bend over

• he really hoped you would be perceptive enough to understand that he wasn’t just being clingy, but in need of a lot of reassurance. and luckily, it was quick to come :

• « tsumu, let me introduce you my brother » you chuckled, understanding how and why he had been mistaken

• one hand still on your waist, he used the other to greet your brother. atsumu did not really seem fazed by the news. of course he was relieved to know that he had nothing to worry about, but this little experience had still been very eye-opening to him

• after your brother had left to give you two some privacy, tsumu’s grip on your waist tightened, but in a softer way

• « ‘m sorry if i ever made ya cry » he let out, completely out of the blue. you didn’t really understand the meaning of this, but it didn’t matter. your hand found its way to his cheek that you brushed lightly with one finger, admiring the how it was slowly turning red. « being jealous sucks... » he added.

• « it does », you approved, giving him a quick peck on the nose. « but there’s nothing and no one that you should worry about, i promise »

• a fond smile lit up his face. you looked sincere, and he really needed to hear that right now. quick as ever, his hands left your waist to come and rest on your cheeks. both holding each other’s faces, you stared at the other for a few seconds, wondering which one of you would give in to a kiss first

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dxll-hxuse · 3 years

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title ; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 !

genre ; 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐤

warnings ; 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (notify me if i missed anything)

focus character(s) ; 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐠 “𝐠𝐨𝐠𝐨”, 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐚 ( @starfall-grls )

other/mentioned characters ; 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐤𝐢𝐦, 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

date ; 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

word count ; 𝟏.𝟖𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

— ‘ the moon: deception, difficult period, fear, hidden things, insecurity

the drama was starting to die down finally. it had been almost a month after the whole taeyoung shade situation happened and people had finally started focusing on other things and were slowly forgetting about the boy’s words. margot couldn’t say if she was glad or not. on the one hand, she loved to watch people drag his name through the mud, but on the other, she was getting sick of some people dragging sora’s name as well. but people were starting to forget it, finally. she could finally go on twitter without reading someone’s “hot take” about the situation.

margot couldn’t lie about the fact that she genuinely wanted to know how sora was doing. she’s probably enraged, of course, anyone who knew her well knew that sm’s statement was total horse shit. she seriously had no clue how sora hadn’t beaten taeyoung to a bloody pulp already. if this were to happen a few years back, margot wouldn’t be surprised if she saw sora on the news being arrested for taeyoung’s murder.

margot tried to act indifferent about the whole thing but she could tell that her members knew the situation bothered her. they asked some questions but margot didn’t give much insight so they gave up trying. a few of margot’s nights were spent staring at sora’s contact number, wondering if it’s still the same as 5 years ago, thinking about what would happen if she tapped the call button after so many years.

this was one of those nights. the dorm was silent, everyone was asleep, all that could be heard was the rustle and bustle of the city. margot’s stomach tied up in knots as she pondered whether to call her ex best friend or not. she wouldn’t even know what to say.

“if you don’t go to sleep now you’ll be in for a hell of a day tomorrow.” mumbled a sleepy chaeri from the other side of the room. after rubbing her eyes and sitting up straight on her bed, she focused on margot’s confused face. “we have rehearsals, remember?”

“oh, right.” margot had totally forgotten about that. she sighed, and chaeri laughed softly at margot’s disillusioned expression, “guess you’ll have to find another time to longfully stare at your ex best friend’s phone number for hours on end.”

margot’s eyes widened in surprise at the girl’s accuracy but her face quickly morphed into one of confusion. “how did you…?”

chaeri laughed, a little louder this time. “lucky guess? i don’t know, you’ve been acting off since the whole taeyoung and sora thing. and i can see the reflection of the phone keypad through your eyes. i just put two and two together.”

margot blushed a little sheepishly, “i haven’t been keeping you up too much, have i?”

“yeah, actually.” chaeri responded, starting to get comfortable in her bed. “your thoughts and anxieties are really loud. it makes me uneasy.”

margot was honestly left a little speechless.

as chaeri finished snuggling up, looking like she was about to fall asleep again, margot asked, “do you think i should call her?”. chaeri opened her eyes clearly still a little annoyed. she huffed and sat back up in her bed. she looked at margot dead in the eyes, margot was still terrified about how chaeri’s naturally comforting and sweet personality turned sour after not getting enough sleep.

“if you call her, maybe i’ll finally get some sleep again.”

margot blinked. she was expecting some sort of good advice from the group’s impromptu therapist, the level headed one. “that’s it? you think i should call her just because of that?”

chaeri could tell that margot was disappointed by her answer but shrugged, “i’m too tired to come up with a clever reason. but yeah, i think you should call her. if she screams at you, then you know never to bother her again. and if she wants to talk to you, then boom, friendship restored. either way i get my peace restored.” after saying all that, she started snuggling up again. “and go outside if you’re gonna call her.” she finished before closing her eyes again.

margot stared at the caller id for a bit longer before getting out of her bed, putting on slippers and a long cream cardigan to go outside in the girls’ backyard.

she pressed “call” and took in a shaggy breath. she put it on speaker and placed it on the floor, she started pacing back and forth as the haunting ringing coming from the phone kept getting louder in her ears, filling up her thoughts.

the phone went silent for a second, “the number you have called-“. the breath margot had been holding came out stifled. maybe it’s just too late in the night, she’s probably sleeping, she thought. or maybe she just hates me and doesn’t want to talk to me ever again.

margot picked her phone back up and locked it. well, at least i tried, she went to go back into the house when her phone started vibrating in her hand. she stares at it, absolutely gobsmacked at the sight before her.

sora’s name was displayed on her screen along with the ‘accept’ or ‘decline’ button. a thousand scenarios ran through margot’s head at the same time, maybe it’s not her phone number anymore and the owner is calling to let me know the number changed, was the imaginary reason she decided to stick with. she hesitantly pressed the ‘accept’ button. “hello?”

“hi? margot?” sora’s voice rang through the speaker. margot noted how alert she sounded even though it was almost two in the morning. “hi. hi, um.” she fumbled with her words a bit, “this must be weird for you, i’m sorry. i don’t know why i called you, it’s just my impulsivity. i’m sorry.”

“oh…” sora sounded a little resigned, like she wasn’t fully in the conversation, if you could even call margot’s nervous rambles a conversation. margot stopped for a moment “can i ask you a question. promise you won’t get annoyed?” margot’s voice softened while asking the question, she sat down on the stair step that she was previously pacing on.

some silence came from the other line before margot heard some shuffling, “yeah, ok.” sora sighed again, she seemed defeated and tired, though not in a physical way, more like mentally. “how...how are you?” margot felt weird asking but it was a question that had been running around in her mind ever since the taeyong thing blew up.

sora felt her eyes tearing up a bit, she didn’t know why exactly. maybe it was margot reaching out to her after all these years for seemingly no reason, or maybe it was the lack of sleep she was getting for months, or the whole weight of the scandal she was in finally coming down on her. she sucked her tears right back up just like her father always taught her. “i’m fine.” she choked out, very discreet, sora, she thought to herself.

“are you sure? i don’t mean to pry, i know we haven’t talked in a while but still, i’ve been worried about you this past month. this taeyong thing really isn’t bothering you?”

sora hadn’t talked about it with any of her members, she just wanted the whole thing to blow over as fast as possible. though, she wanted to talk to margot about it. she was still mad about the way they left things, and her brain was telling her to just hang up on her, but her heart desperately wanted to talk to someone. maybe margot calling after all these years was a sign.

“yeah, i guess. i’m pretty upset. i don’t know if those are the right words to describe what i feel, which is weird, i can always describe how i feel.” sora started thinking out loud, finally coming to terms with how she was feeling. as she admitted all of this to margot, she felt like she was admitting all of it to herself, as well. “usually you’re the one who has trouble identifying your feelings. is that still true?”

a small smile crept up on margot’s face, “yeah, you would always get annoyed at me for it.” she laughed, reminiscing about the girls’ time together as friends, the good times only. “i’m not sure what feelings i felt that let me to call you. i was hoping you could tell me.”

“i guess you were worried. i don’t know why though, you shouldn’t have sympathy for someone who treated you like i did. i always told you to not settle for anything less than yourself.”

margot was a little stunned, she didn’t know if her small gasp conveyed that. “are my ears deceiving me? is jung sora referring to herself as less than someone else?” knowing sora, margot probably shouldn’t have pried, but she subconsciously yearned for the times they could poke fun at each other without it escalating into full blown fights, so she let herself regress into those times and made the taunting comment.

if it was any other person, sora would’ve been offended, she would’ve gone the fuck off, if it was any other person. margot feeling comfortable joking with her like how they used to somehow meant everything. she smiled, she didn’t know what was happening to her tonight but she decided to throw all her initial, defensive responses out the window, just for tonight, at least. she didn’t want to carry the burden of unhinged fire on her tongue, just for tonight.

she scoffed, feigning offense, “well i never! i’ve never in a million years said such a thing! you’re becoming a mad woman right before our eyes!” she said all this in a (very bad) old timey fancy accent, to underline the dramatic sarcasm she was performing.

the two laughed in unison before comfortable silence overtook the conversation. “i’ve missed you.” margot’s sharp and shaky words tore through the silence.

“fuck. don’t make me be soft like this.” sora felt the hot tears well up in her eyes again, she really did miss margot. she sighed, forgetting all her problems and worries. in that moment, margot’s warm words melted sora’s cold exterior. all sora wanted to do was start over. “...i miss you too.”

— ‘ now playing: hug all your friends by cavetown

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nolongerironicteenwrites · 4 years

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three years pt 2

read it here or on my Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/users/nolongerironicteen/works or read my other works too

You put your car in park and sighed. Finally, you were home after longer than you wanted to admit. But you were happy nonetheless. Which meant you were finally going to address the elephant in the room with Neji. Instead of texting till three am you could finally discuss what you were. You looked at your parents' house in front of you as you got out of the car.

“(Y/N)!” your mom called from the open kitchen window.

You smiled wide and you trekked up the driveway. The house was quiet save your mom’s washing in the kitchen. You found your way in there and gave her a huge hug.

“Where’s dad?”

“In the backyard, he’s doing some gardening and collecting the vegetables for me. You can go see.”

You figured unpacking your car can wait for later. You wanted to go see your dad. You kissed your mom on the cheek before going outside. You were thrown through a loop to not see your dad, but see your friends all there.

“Welcome home!” they shouted.

You doubled back smiling before rushing to hug them all. You were overwhelmed. You might have only seen them like two weeks ago you were happy to be home. Even if it was only a little while.

“We missed you.” Naruto laughed pulling you in for another hug.

“We saw her like a week ago?” Sai replied, confused.

You ruffled Sai’s hair when a set of arms wrapped around your middle. You tensed up before smelling the familiar smell of cigarettes.

“Traitor.”

“For?” Shikamaru asked.

“Dating my keyboard player. Smoking. Or where you spending time with Azuma seeing your godchild?”

“The latter.”

You rolled your eyes and he let you go but not without rubbing his cheek to yours and pulling away. You huffed and backed away. You didn’t get far before bumping into something cold. A set of hands-on the back of your elbows.

“You got a tattoo?”

Neji.

You spun around and checked out the inside of your elbow blushing.

“I uh yeah. I have four actually.”

He looked impressed. Not deterred, he grabbed your arm and saw the grl pwr tattoo on the inside of your elbow. You and Temari have matching ones since you two were two women who basically front a band. You have three others. You have a paper airplane on the back of your shoulder, a galaxy piece on your side, and on your thigh, there was a storm cloud that under a UV or blacklight made the lighting bolt shine. Neji smiled at you. You heard someone gag behind you. You had the vaguest feeling it was Kiba. You turned around and pulled your eye and stuck your tongue at him. He hugged you and you laughed.

You spent the afternoon with your friends and parents until you were nearly falling asleep where you sat. You didn’t realize how tired you were until you let yourself relax against Neji. The night grew colder and the party moved inside. It quickly became a quiet night after that, movies and drinks and crashing on the couch. Well you crashed on the couch everyone else went home to Shikamaru’s to get their car or ride home. Neji once everyone was ready to go brought you to your bedroom and kissed you goodnight before leaving.

“Are you going to ask her?” Lee asked.

“Ask her what?” Sai asked guiding Ino to Shikamaru’s.

“Ask (Y/N) out properly.”

Neji glared at Lee and pulled his jacket closed. He ignored the question which Shikamaru didn’t like. He imposed himself over Neji but Neji was just slightly, only slightly taller. Shikamaru crossed his arms and glared. Which in itself is nerve-inducing.

“Well, Neji what are your plans with my best friend?”

“If you must know, I like her. Clearly. So I wish to ask her out.”

“Hurt her and your ass is mine.”

“I don’t like you like that at all but I would never, I’m not Koma.”

Shikamaru gave one glare and then nodded. Neji waisted until he looked away to silently release his breath.

“There’s your answer Lee. Be safe getting back you guys text the group when you all make it back home.” Shikamaru waved before going inside.

Neji gathered Hinata, Naruto, Lee, and TenTen and headed to everyone’s respective homes. He and Lee lived together, Hinata and Naruto lived together, and TenTen lived in the same building at Neji and Lee. Neji didn’t let anyone talk on the car ride back. He didn’t wish to speak about his love life with anyone anymore. Once in the comfort of his own apartment he let his hair down and groaned.

“Neji- I’m sorry. You guys were just so cozy.”

“Lee I’m not upset with you. I mean you were just speaking about what you saw.” Neji replied while pulling off his jacket. “She’s back for a year while some of her bandmates finish school. I have time but no time when I can’t even talk to her about my feelings!” Neji flopped onto the sofa neglecting to take off his shoes.

“You could talk maybe Guy and Kakashi-sensei.” Lee sat by him.

Neji didn’t hate that idea. It would have been better than talking to his own father. Not that he didn’t want to, but he didn’t think his dad could help. His mom made the first move on his dad. But with Guy-sensei it was an accident with him and Kakashi but probably better advice than his father so maybe Lee was onto something there.

menace to sobriety

the boulder

Neji and I are home.

tippy

As am I.

eyes

Naruto and me too.

glasses

Kiba is drunk on the floor of his house crying to Akimaru about the boy in facepaint?

fur culture

traitor!

pencil ****

Ino and Sakura are trying to dye their hair.

*eye roll*

They’re getting along?

pencil ***

sauske isn’t here to fight over. i'm on watch duty..

omnipotent friend

dont let them make bad choices they’ll regret in like 5 minutes.

*eye roll*

or you could.

omnipotent friend

ill remove you

*eye roll*

not ur chat

fur culture changed the admin to omnipotent friend

*eye roll*

im in danger

The chat died down after that and you fell back asleep. Neji laughed. This chat has bounced admin to admin and the nicknames change often enough to keep anyone entertained. Neji himself got ready for bed. Rock Lee stayed up a bit longer than him to do some work for his up-and-coming school week. He was student teaching this week.

The next morning everyone woke to a few changes in the group chat. You changed a few nicknames and the title

the void calls me forth

gremlin

(y/n)! how dare you call me a gremlin.

void keeper

bc im not kiba and you will not bully me

pretty boy

im pretty?

sai-duck

i like this more.

fur culture

I deserve this honestly. All though these were good changes. neji is pretty, sai clever pun and shikamaru deserved it. you should have been this admin from the start

whoji

we told you that from the start, and two she came up with half the original nicknames

the boulder

teenagers scare me.

You snorted and walked down the stairs. Kiba just accepted his fate. It was almost perfect. Your mom left you a note about her plans for the day. Your father was there for the day but he was engrossed in work. You ate something quickly and popped your head in to say hello to him. He waved at you and went about your day.

n. hyuuga

Good morning. Can you meet me at The Blossom for coffee?

you

sure. totally. see you in ten?

n. hyuuga

Yes. Of course. Cannot wait.

You smiled to yourself walking down the stairs. Your mom was gone for the day. You could hear the television on. You popped your head in to see your dad watching a show about rocks. You smiled while he just read in his rocker the noise in the background. You leaned on the frame waiting for him to notice you. It takes him a moment before he looks up from his book and he smiles.

“What’s up buttercup?”

“I’m going to get coffee, do you need anything while I’m out?”

He shakes his head no.

“Go have fun. I’ll see you later.”

You smiled and blew him a kiss. Walking into the kitchen you grabbed your jacket and purse off the coat rack. You slipped your phone into your jacket pocket and started on your walk. The great thing is The Blossom was a five-minute walk from your house. The walk, while short, gave you time to reflect. You thought about Neji. You probably always liked him, it went through phases where you liked him more than a friend, but then Koma happened. That six months of your life where Neji didn’t cross your mind. But now it all seems to be falling into place.

As you approached the cafe, Neji was already there. He looked beautifully aloof. You quietly walked up to him while he scrolled on his phone. His light skin contrasting against his dark hair and the bright red t-shirt and checkered pants to match. You honestly were a mixture of both impressed and intimidated by him. He always looked like he had his life together. You looked down at yourself and how you were dressed. You layered tights under overalls with a baggy sweater on top. You felt like you weren’t dressed well enough to compete with him. He looked up at you and smiled. He gently pulled you to him and kissed your forehead. You weren’t sure what you two were but you were content.

“This is my treat, come on.” He smiled opening the door for you, “I picked this place because no one would come here or neither do I think our friends care enough to find us. This place has chai lattes and oat milk which I know are your favorites.”

You smiled, cheeks becoming redder.

“You remembered?”

“Of course,” he responded. It’s because I love you. But he didn’t let her know that.

You held onto the crook of his elbow whilst he ordered. He ended up ordering for both of you while you had a small smile on your features. He ordered the chai latte for you and a simple London fog drink. You weren’t expecting that. As if he read your mind.

“I had a small cup of coffee before I decided to ask you out. Do you want anything else?” he asked.

“Do you want to split a coffee cake?”

Neji nodded. His eyes lit up like you hung the stars in the sky. You felt very on par with Neji, finally. You and he walked over to a table situated in the corner by the window. It was a kind of chilly morning for how early in September that it was. You rested your head on your hand looking between him and the window before you asked.

“Don’t you work on Monday? Like a new startup position at a family-owned accounting firm?” You asked, smirking.

Neji smiled at your question crossing his legs and leaning over to rest his head on his hands, thinking for a moment to formulate an answer for you.

“Yes but technically no. My days got changed because I’m going back to school for my masters so my uncle has me working sparingly.”

“Your masters? That’s great!” you smiled excitedly.

He looked very bemusingly at you. He offered a hand to you to hold across the table. The two of you shared the cake and drinks in silence. No need to talk currently. The two of you spoke sparingly and worked on individual projects. You worked on songs and he worked on some classwork.

“Neji. What are we?” you asked.

The keyboard clicking stopped. You felt your body tense. Had you pushed a boundary? He was hesitating and you were getting progressively more anxious. He started wringing his hands, but you quietly waited for him to answer you. Seconds felt like hours to you waiting.

“I-I knew this was coming but I-” He sighed softly, “I was just trying to feel out how you felt before I spoke to you about me.” Neji explained, “(Y/N) I have liked you probably since I was fifteen. But our lives never seemed to line up. Call it destiny if you will always seem to escape me. I dated, you dated. I got scared of my feelings for you but not anymore I can’t. I don’t want to. I- I want to take care of you, and be with you and support you.” He ended up just muttering to himself.

Your heart clenched watching him. You smiled that he was being honest with you. Even though he was avoiding your eye contact. You reached out to grab his hand to get his attention. He slowly let you coax his hand into yours while you figured out how to respond.

“Thank you, Neji for being honest with me. I know how you feel. You bore your feelings to me for how you feel. I accept your feelings.” you replied, smiling. “And I- I would love nothing more than this to work out. It would need work. Between music and you being in school again it won’t be easy, and I’m sorry for that. I wish I can be more for you.”

“You’re perfect enough.” He brought your hand to his lips to kiss. “You are worth the work.”

Kiba was passing by when he stopped and did a double-take. He was convinced that he saw you and Neji but he wasn’t sure.

the void calls me forth

fur culture

r (y/n) and neji on a date?

ino-yeet-chi

why would that be ur concern if they were kiba?

fur culture

b/c im not being left out of this revelation once it happens like i was when lee came out. also i see them..

Kiba was squinting at the frosted glass window. Neither you nor Neji knew what was going on in that chat; both of you had your phones picked up. Kiba needed to know so he quietly snuck into the cafe and to a booth on the other side of the store from you two. Not that you would have noticed, either way, you and Neji were in your own little world. It looked like a date to Kiba.

the void calls me forth

ino-yeet-chi

KIBA NO. LEAVE THEM ALONE. SHINO GET YOUR BOY

glasses has left the chat

Neji laughed to himself at something you said. He then leaned in to grasp your chin to press a soft kiss to your mouth. Not wanting to push you. Kiba could hardly believe it. He got up and slipped into the bathroom.

the void calls me forth

fur culture

Holy- DUDE

You felt your phone vibrate and Neji felt his too. You both grabbed your phones and checked the messages. His eyes shot up and scanned for Kiba keenly aware. You were confused. You also looked over the messages and glared.

“He’s here somewhere.” you groaned.

Neji pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at you almost apologetically.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. You grabbed his back and yours and pulled him from the cafe.

“Don’t be sorry. I know where we can go where no one will find us.”

You and Neji dipped through the streets. He allowed himself to be pulled by you while you brought him to a home. He didn’t recognize this house. You explained it was your grandfather’s home, but he wasn’t home. You had a treehouse in the backyard that you wanted to show him. He was surprised to see this.

“Whoa.”

“I know.”

You climbed up the rope ladder and Neji followed closely as you went up. Inside the treehouse, it looked older but sometimes you still come up to be alone or to play music. Neji stood hunched because it was made for you who had never been very tall. He looked around and smiled.

“Finally.” he groaned.

He grabbed your face softly and kissed you properly. You gasped quietly and he kept one hand on your face and the other on your waist to make sure this was real. You both needed air eventually and he actually started to giggle. You laughed and the two of you spent the afternoon in the early fall air laughing, stealing kisses, and being in each other's presence.

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dreamcatcherjiah · 5 years

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🎐Bubbles (Yoongi!Producer x Reader!Writer)

Bubbles Masterlist

Part 10

Plot: Yoongi, a famous music producer, and y/n, a writer, had been neighbors for a couple of months when Yoonji and her dad moved to the apartment in between the two. Due to some unbelievable coincidences, these two weird incompatible people were appointed baby Yoonji’s babysitters. What will they do when something happens to Yoonji’s dad and she’s left alone in the world?

Tonight Yoongi arrived soon from the studio. He was always one to spend endless hours there, working on his music, talking to his artists and his friends about his lyrics. But tonight was different. After confessing to Y/N and having her confessed back, his day seemed a bit brighter than he expected. That morning had been nerve wrecking, after waking up tangled in a mass of limbs with a tiny hand pulling his hair and a leg flung over his torso, it had been a challenge to leave the bed and go to work. With both his girls asleep, it had been impossible to discuss where Y/N and his relationship stood. They were parents to Yoonji, and friends to each other, but all that kissing last night must have changed that… Right?

The text they’d exchanged that afternoon had laid his mind at rest, but something different had awoken in his chest, something that didn’t really allow him to concentrate and made it impossible not to jump for his phone every time her notification rang. If his friends could see him now, they’d say he was whipped, but then again it was a good thing his new relationship with the mother of his daughter was a secret… God, that sounded a lot better in his head… And he should really stop talking to himself.

Back to the topic at hand, that thing on his chest that impeded a normal day’s concentration was what urged him forward and Yoongi ended up leaving work for the day two hours before he normally would. He was anxious, a good anxious. He couldn’t wait to get home and have his heart do that little leap it did when he saw Y/N and Yoonji together, doing the most simple of things. It was way too soon to tell, but his heart shouted “HOME!!” every time either of them looked at him with that shine in their eyes.

Traffic usually was a pain in his ass, everyone who knew him well enough knew how much he hated being stuck on a traffic jamb, or crammed inside the tube for longer than should be acceptable, but tonight, oh tonight, it looked like everyone had agreed to leave work later than usual, and that put a smile on his face.

The ride on the elevator wasn’t so bad as it usually was, when he was feeling gloomy for leaving Yoonji behind or guilty because he arrived back way too late and she was asleep. Tonight he was arriving even before her bath time, and that alone made him feel a better father. He wasn’t the ideal one, but he tried hard, and today was an example.

He entered their shared apartment and found the house silent. That alone was weird, but he took his shoes off and entered the living room.

Do you know that sensation you get, when you see something you can’t quite believe it’s yours and your chest hurts so much you have to clench your fists to your heart and can’t really breathe? That exactly was the sensation that Yoongi felt when he was presented with the image of Y/N sitting on their sofa, with an ever-growing, but still tiny, Yoonji nested under her arm, with her chubby little cheek pressed against her mother’s chest and a sleepy look on her face. Y/N was gently humming the lullaby he’d heard so many times while she caressed the girl’s hair. They hadn’t noticed Yoongi at the door, so immersed in one another as they were, and he took his chance to observe and think about how lucky he was to have them in his life.

Before Mr Kang and Yoonji moved in, he had been too shy to even look at Y/N long enough to strike conversation, let alone to tell her he thought she was breathtaking. But then it turned out that she was Namjoon’s colleague and a true friendship started. They’d gone backwards for everything, it seemed. They hadn’t known each other for nearly two months when the situation with Yoonjinie changed their dynamics, and sure enough, they started to behave as her babysitters. Mr Kang was away most of the time, only being there on weekends due to his work, and him being a widower and an only child, left Yoonjinie without anyone to take care of her. His feelings for Y/N had skyrocketed from then onwards. Seeing her taking care of Yoonji had awoken something primal within him, and that new perspective had him nearly grounding his teeth every time something seemed threatening near his girls.

And then Mr Kang had gone and had gotten himself killed. Yoongi was now a father and Y/N was the mother of his child. A year ago, that would have made him ecstatic, but as things stood their responsibilities towards this little life that now depended exclusively on them became real. Yoongi became preoccupied with being able to provide for her for as long as she needed, and Y/N became anxious about her daily needs. That had done more harm to their relationship than anything could have, and he sincerely thought that was it, they’d have to fight for custody not even three months after the adoption.

But then she had apologised, and he had apologised and just like that everything went back to normal. Until last night when they both had confessed how they liked each other and he had snogged her senseless.

Apparently, it was too much to ask to remain unseen by his three-year-old, because as soon as he let out a content sigh, she jumped up from the couch shouting “daddy!” and straight into his arms she went.

“Hello, sweetheart. How was your day with mommy?” he asked, impressed by the speed at which the toddler could speak without getting tongue-tied.

Y/N was just looking at them fondly, with her cheeks slightly coloured red and a pretty smile on her lips. How could such small gestures brighten up someone’s day so quickly, he wouldn’t know.

He hugged his daughter tightly to his chest and made his way to sit next to Y/N, leaning and gracing his lips against hers, for a moment, so lightly he nearly didn’t feel it. She wasn’t having any of it and nibbled his bottom lip to deepen the kiss. Yoongi was feeling in cloud nine, he never would have guessed how much he could feel for another person, how fast his heart could beat, as if it wanted to beat in unison with hers.

And then a two minuscule fingers hooked his lip and separated him from Y/N’s mouth.

“Why are you kissing momma now, daddy?” asked Yoonji, innocent big eyes looking at them both with a gummy smile.

Yoongi really was at a loss. How do you explain this complex situation to a toddler so that she doesn’t tell your friends? Luckily, Y/N was fast enough to cover him up and she picked her up, and placed the girl on her lap.

“You see, my darling, daddy kisses you a lot right?” that really caught Yoongi’s attention, to see how she would explain that. “Well, daddy loves you very, very much, and when you love somebody, you show how much you love them with a kiss!”

That was a perilous road she was treading, they had confessed liking each other, but it was way too soon to know whether love was a possibility or not, but he really hoped that would be the natural course of their relationship.

“So daddy kisses you because he loves you!!!” the little girl was ecstatic. Yoongi decided to intervine, not wanting there to be a misunderstanding.

“Daddy likes mommy very, very much. And one day soon, he’ll love mommy just as much as he loves Yoonji.”

Yoonji seemed to think deeply about that, with a big pout that gradually became a big smile. “Promise?” she asked.

Yoongi hugged both his girls to his chest, kissing both their heads and said “I promise you both.” This was what he’d always wanted, his little family, and even though going public was not in the cards at the moment, he would be happy if they stayed like this a bit longer.

A/n: Even though I still don’t have a computer, I wanted to put this out so that you could have a snippet of our fluffy Min Family! If there’re some mistakes, keep in mind that I’m not a native English speaker and on top of that I don’t have my computer to do the proofreading. I love you as always, and I’d like to hear what you think!!

Send me an ask if you want to be added to the tag list.

Love 💜🌙

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 100 Xs2) "Day 26: Seattle and Old Side Chicks

@creatureofthen1ght-v3 @crystalbaby12 @5sosfam1dlover @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @rosefilledhearts-blog

They're playing The Show Box tonight.

"SEATTLE!!!!" Colson shouts as Sex Drive fades out. "How you doin' tonight?" He asks to their roars. "We got a special show lined up just for you... You ready to FUCKING DO THIS!?!" He screams.

The nightclub rattles in excitement around him. Leading off with Habits, they flow into Breaking News 2. Slim and Colson rocking across the stage together as lights and smoke flash and flow around them. El Diablo follows with LOCO, GTS and Wild Boy. Colson jumping into the crowd twice already.

Luna joins him OnStage for an overly sexual performance of Bad Things. Unable to keep their hands off each other. Throwing their matching tattooed arms up into the air as they dance and bop around, singing to one another. Colson drives the crowd wild when he grabs Luna as she heads OffStage. Spinning her around to dip and kiss her passionately before allowing her to go as he shouts her name to the crowd.

"Oooh... This Motherfucker..." Luna thinks. Pussy dripping for Colson as she walks SideStage.

Meeting up with Sam, Dom and The Ash's, Sam hands her joint as Ashleigh passes her their usual bottle of Jameson. The five friends laugh and sing together as The Boys run through Trap Paris, Candy, The Break Up and See My Tears. Dom dipping off at some point to prepare.

Strumming the opening chords to I Think I'm Okay, Colson shouts "I WANT THE ROOF BLOWN OFF THIS MOTHERFUCKER TONIGHT!!!!"

🎼Watch me//Take a good thing//And fuck it all up//In one night//Catch me//I'm the one//On the run//Away from//The headlights//No sleep//Up all week// Wasting time//With people//I don't like

I THINK//SOMETHING'S//FUCKING//WRONG WITH ME🎶

The audience sings with him so loudly they almost drown him out like alcohol. The energy is INSANE.

🎶I HURT MYSELF//SOMETIMES//IS THAT TO SCARY//FOR YOU🎶

Chanting the lyrics with Colson as if they are their own personal mantra. The line still kills Luna's insides for Colson. Hearing it shouted along with a few thousand people is intense. Her eyes well up as her heart hurts for every disenfranchised individual in her presence who personally relates to it. Self harm is a serious and scary thing.

The building EXPLODES when Dom comes running onto the stage. Surprised and ecstatic over his appearance. He slams through the chorus with Colson before stepping up solo.

🎶Roll me up//And smoke me love//We could fly//Into the night🎶

You can barely hear Dom over the sea of voices singing with him. It's incredible to watch. The sound of unity so powerful it could give anyone goosebumps.

Both Boys are off. Surfing on top of the thousands of people willing to hold them up. Not needing to sing because the room is doing it for them.

Making their way back to the stage, they round out the song together. Singing GoodNight at different times at different ranges.

Luna has to have Ashleigh check her make up as she wipes the tears from her cheeks. She needs to get her shit together to go back on by the time The Boys finish. The reaction to Colson and Dom's song being so raw, Luna couldn't help but find herself to be emotional. For as hardcore as Colson is, Luna knows he is truly the sweetest, most lonely boy ever. Sometimes it makes her so sad for him, wanting nothing more than to protect him from himself. How do you do that though?

"SEEEATOOOLLL!!!!!" Dom shouts "WE LOFE YOOOU!!!"

"FUCK YEAH, WE DO!!" Colson shouts with him as they stand side by side.

The Girls are moving around behind them. Setting up OnStage. They've decided to twist the fuck outta Seattle. Rook is still sat behind his kit as Baze hands Sam a bass guitar. Luna picking up the electric she had rehearsed with earlier as Tech places microphones and stands down for both her and Ashley.

"So, much that we cooked up this little rendition just for YOU!! KICK IT!!" Colson calls as him and Dom step aside.

Everyone within ear shot loses their fucking minds the minute Luna hits those first famous chords to Smells Like Teen Spirit. Rook and Sam knocking in hard behind her. Luna's warm voice snakes around the opening lyrics. She stays on beat but her voice is smoother and more trained than Cobain's while still holding his same haunting drawl.

🎼Loooad up on guns//Briiing your friends//It's fun to lose//And toooo pretend//She's over bored//And seeelf assured//Oooh no//I know//A dirty word🎶

Flipping the script, The Girls are covering Nirvana. Ashley stepping in as her and Luna croon together. Harmonizing like an intriguing mix of handcuffs and silk.

🎶Hello//Hello//Hello//Hoooow low//Hello//Hello//Hello//Hoooow low//Hello//Hello//Hello//Hoooow low//Hello//Hello//Hello🎶

Rook, Sam and Luna ripping into their instruments as Ashley let's her voice fly loose. Raw. Not caring to be perfect as she belts the lyrics fiercely.

🎶With the liiiights out//It's less dangerousss//Here we arrre nooow//Entertain uuuus//I feel stuuuupid//And contagiouuusss//Here we aaaare now//Entertain usss//A mulattooo//An albinooo//A mosquitooo//My libidooo//YEAH🎶

Luna slams into her guitar as her vocals slip in again. Matching up with Ashley as they use a flat tone.

🎶HEY//YAY🎶

Colson, Dom and Baze are setting themselves up SideStage. They're gonna follow them with a Bikini Kill song before The Girls fully finish.

The stage is shaking from the mosh pit happening just yards away from The Girl's feet. Luna and Ashley grin at each other. Regardless of personal feelings, it's a great fucking song. Luna hitting those significant chords on her guitar again as her voice wraps itself throughout the lyrics.

🎶I'm worse//Aaat what//I dooo best//And fooor this gift//I feeeeel blessed//Our littlllle group//Has alllways beeeeen//And alwaaaays wiiiill//Until the ennnnd🎶

Luna and Ashley hum through the Hellos and How Lows before Ashley comes in to wail through the chorus again. Her voice the perfect balance of clarity and rasp. Instruments floating around her impeccably.

🎶With the liiiights out//It's less dangerousss//Here we are nooow//Entertain uuuus//I feel stuuuupid//And contagiouuusss//Here we aaaare now//Entertain usss//A mulattooo//An albinooo//A mosquitooo//My libidooo//YEAH🎶

Rook, Sam and Luna pound through the slight jam session flawlessly. You can hear Luna's guitar whine out Hello continuously before Rook rumbles them down. Luna taking her place back at the microphone.

🎶And I fooorget//Just whyyyy I taste//Oh yeeeah//I guess//It maaakes me smile//I found it haaaard//It's hard to find//Oh well//Whaaateeverr//Neeverrrmiiiind🎶

Ashley and Luna harmonizing as they repeat Hellos and How Lows again before Ashley slays the chorus once more. Sending the audience into another physical frenzy along with Rook's drums. You can't hear neither Ashley nor Luna over the crowd as they scream over and over about A Denial with them.

Instead of fading out, Rook picks up his pace to a faster punk beat. It's kinda funny as Baze switches out with Sam. Dom with Ashley and Colson with Luna.

Colson snatching a quick kiss off of Luna before his deep voice alters the punk girl anthem. It's sound is harder and less poppy than the one The Girl's covered.

🎼That girl//Thinks she's the queeeeen//Of the neighborhood//She's gooot//The hottest trike//In toowwwn//That girl//She holds her head//Up sooo high//I think I wanna//Be her//Booyfriend//Yeah🎶

During rehearsal, Luna had shown Dom and Colson where to change up certain lyrics to fit the swap.... And also because she's a fucking cunt.

Dom hits the mic, nailing the chorus. Being in Seattle, most of the crowd is singing along with him.

🎶Rebel girrrrl//Rebel girrrrl//Rebel girrrrl//You are the queeeeen//Of my worrrld//Rebel girrrl//Rebel girrrl//I know I wanna//Take you home//I wanna take off//Your clothes//UNH🎶

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Bikini Kill is one of Seattle's few surviving bands. Tobi Vale being the first girl Kurt Cobain was ever mesmerized by, crushing on her hard. As one of The Original Riot Grls, she had no time for the quiet blue eyed boy. The band's lead singer Kathleen Hanna making fun of him one night, writing Kurt Loves Teen Spirit on his bedroom wall in Olympia. It was a direct reference to Tobi's deodorant. His most famous hit being inspired by a girl who couldn't be bothered by him. How ironic. Courtney Love HATES Tobi Vale. Courtney Love HATES Smells Like Teen Spirit. Luna HATES Courtney Love. Being more of a Pixies fan, Luna never cared much for Nirvana. Even before his daughter became one of her bestfriends. Luna's lack of interest in her family being a great source of comfort to Frances. Her hatred for Courtney being born and growing naturally. Watching first hand how The Mother's selfish and self destructive behavior had affected Frannie through the long years of their friendship. Pissing Luna off more and more with every missteps. Playing the 90s theme song with Colson covering Rebel Girl beside it, IN Seattle, is the ultimate FUCK YOU to Courtney Love from Luna. It's also probably the ONLY time she's ever secretly hoped her performance will pop up on YouTube.

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Making the song his along with Dom as Rook, Baze and AJ slaughter the quick paced, bass driven, punk tune with them. Colson's deep voice penetrates the next set of lyrics as he slams into his guitar.

🎶When she taaalks//I hear the revolution//In her hiiiips//There's revolution//When she waaaalks//The revolution's coming//In her kiiiiss//I taste the revolutiooonnnn🎶

Colson screams before Dom hits the chorus again. Each with their own Rebel Girl in mind throughout the song.

🎶Rebel girrrrl//Rebel girrrrl//Rebel girrrrl//You are the queeeeen//Of my worrrld//Rebel girrrl//Rebel girrrl//I know I wanna//Take you home//I wanna take off//Your clothes//UNH🎶

The Boys flow into the gnarly jam session. Rook's drums throbbing as AJ shreds relentlessly. If there's one thing Luna's learned tonight, it is that, THIS motherfucker can RIP.

Colson comes in again, leathery voice shouting out the strong, female positive lyrics. Luna did this on purpose. Switching up the two bands, she wanted the gender flip. Just like Nightmare. It's an important symbolism of feminism and equality. Being smart and lucky enough to fall in love with a man who has a daughter and shares her views.

Never a quiet man. Colson is known for not holding back from stepping up or speaking out for what he believes in. Standing solidly beside Luna, pushing for A Change, they WHOLE heartily believe it can happen. Or will die continuing to fight for Casie and her generation's sake.

🎶That girl//Thinks she's//The queeeen//Of the neighborhoooood//I got newwsss//For you//SHE IISSS//They say//She's a dyke//But I know//She iiissss//MY GIRLFRIEND//YEAH🎶

Colson and Dom come in together. As Colson slashes his guitar, he looks over at his friend. On instinct Dom turns to catch his eye. Grinning, they shout the chorus together. Both of their Rebel Girls standing behind them ready to take over.

🎶Rebel girrrrl//Rebel girrrrl//Rebel girrrrl//You are the queeeeen//Of my worrrld//Rebel girrrl//Rebel girrrl//I know I wanna//Take you home//I wanna take off//Your clothes//UNH🎶

Shifting slightly to the side, each boy steps from the mic. Releasing it to their partner. Colson's guitar tearing it's way up and down Luna's spine from behind. Without missing a beat Luna and Ashley take the last hook together. Female Empowerment being their overall Life Goal.

🎶Love you//Like a sister//Always//Soul sister//Rebel girl//Come and be//My best friend//Will you Rebel girl//I really like you//I really wanna be//Your bestfriend//Be my reeeeebel grrrrrrrllll🎶

As Rook and Baze fade them out, the room is uncontrollable. Seattle LOVES it's hometown hero's. Courtney Love does not fit into that category.

"That was killer..." Colson says lowly in Luna's ear as he kisses the back of her neck.

With her body flush, it's her duty to take the mic right now. Nuzzling her head back into him, she drops a low I Love You before hitting it.

"SEATTLE!!!!!" She shouts as she tries to calm her insides. "HOW ARE YOU?" She asks to their cheers. "We've got one more cover.... How many of you know of Andrew Wood and Mother Love Bone?" She asks.

Only half the nightclub answers her. She expected this.

"A little lesson in music history..." She smiles.

The crowd hoots out for knowledge. Loving the interaction as Luna strolls around the stage. Talking with her hands as she tells the story.

"Andrew Wood and Mother Love Bone were the pioneers of the Seattle scene." This is heard by a louder cheer and a grin on her face. "We lost him unfortunately... In '89. The remaining band took up Eddie Vedder and became Pearl Jam."

A mixed reaction fills the atmosphere. Some knowing the story. Some caught off guard.

"Hold on... Hold on... Hold on...it goes deeper." Luna shushes them.

She squats down on the middle of the stage. Continuing her story as Tech sets up behind her.

"Andrew Wood was Chris Cornell's bestfriend and roommate at the time of his death." This draws a sadness from the crowd. "I know, friends.... I know..." She sadly comforts them. "That's why were gonna play this next diddy. It is in honor of Andrew. Originally sang by Chris and Eddie.... I KNOW you'll know it when you hear it.... So when you do... You FUCKING SING!!!" Luna shouts to their erupting agreements.

Standing up, Luna grabs the electric she's been using. She begins to slowly pick the soft opening chords with Rook, Sam and Baze behind her.

By their reaction this time, Colson is pretty sure they've lost the roof. Watching his sea of family, he loves the way his woman speaks with them.

In Luna's opinion, Chris Cornell had the greatest voice of his generation. In her mind, there's more pressure to nail this upcoming song more than the prior. It's personal and the social relevance meaning more to her than the Top 40 Hit.

Luna starts them off, making everyone around them ooze with sentiment. Her strong, layered voice a smart match to represent Cornell.

🎼Well//I don't mind//Steealing bread//From the moooouths//Of decadeeeence//Hmmmmm//But I can't feeeeed//On the powerless//When my cup's//Already overfiiiiilled//Yeeeah//Mhhhm🎶

Luna's vocal range is both bold and delicate enough to hold it's own against the already emotional song. Allowing a tinge of pain to slip through her as she sings. The crowd joining her.

🎶But//It's on the taaable//The fiiire's cooookin'//And they're farmin' babies//The slaves are all woooorkinnn'//Blood is on the taaable//The moooouths//Are all chooookinnn'//But I'm goin' hungryyyyy//Yeeeeah🎶

Rook, Baze, Sam and Luna flip through the chords of the slightly dark melody. Colson's deep voice perfect as he steps up to the mic and takes on Eddie's verse. His family helping him as they sing along still.

🎶I don't mind//Stealing bread//From the mouths//Of decaaaaadence//But I can't feed//On the powerless//When my cup's alreadyyy//Overfiiiilllledd//Oh ohhhh//But//It's on the table//The fire is cookinnnnn'//And they're farmin' babies//The slaves are all wooorrrkin'//Annnnd//It's on the table//Their mouths//Are all choookinnnn'//But I'm going hungry🎶

Dom backs Colson. Wailing. AJ matches Sam with a second rhythm guitar as Rook bangs into his kit. Baze nailing the bass as Luna's fingers fly over the lead.

🎶I'm goin' hungrrryyy🎶

Ashley pops in with the next verse as Luna backs her. The crowd flowing with Luna and Ashley at different times.

🎶I'm goin' hungrryy🎶

🎶Oooohhh//I'm huuuungrrryyy AYYY🎶

Colson and Dom coming back in together at different times. All four voices stacking themselves on top of each other's along with The Band. As the crowd continues to sing along with them, it's anything short of amazing.

🎶I'm goin' hungrryy🎶

🎶I'm goin' hungrraaayyy🎶

🎶I'm goin' hugrrriiyyy🎶

🎶I'm goin' huuuungrAyAyAyyyy🎶

Dom and Ashley shift their voices together to continue singing about Goin' Hungry. Their vocals following together beautifully as the instruments rage behind them along with the voices of the audience.

Luna stepping in to take over Cornell's major part. Voice lacing around the lyrics of Not Minding Stealing Bread as she belts them. Ashley and Dom still behind her repeating separately how they're Goin' Hungry.

Colson's deep voice slides in to add another chapter of theft to the story as he sings beside Luna. Picking up the rhythm, Dom and Ashley drop out. Leaving Colson and Luna to play off each other's voices as they sing about Goin' Hungry.

🎶Oooohh//I'M GOIN HUNGRAAAAY AY YEEE🎶

Luna bellows alone one last time as Rook and her guitar lead them out. The Show Box BURSTS with hoots, claps and cheers as they end.

Grinning, Colson grabs Luna. As her guitar hits his chest hard, he doesn't care. With all the electricity flowing through him, he can't feel it. Only her lips. Breaking away from her, he turns to address the crowd.

"YO!!! GIVE IT UP AGAIN FOR MY GIRL, THAT BROOKLYN BITCH AND MY HOMIES YOUNGBLUD AND HALSEY!!!" Colson shouts to the volcanic club.

As Ashley and Dom head OffStage, Luna grabs her mic again. Always pushing.

"WE NEED CHAAAANGE!!!" She screams to the unshakable crowds agreement.

"She's so fucking cool...." Colson can't help the smile on his face as he watches Luna.

Grabbing one more kiss, Luna bounces OffStage. Meeting up with Ashley, Dom, Sam and Ashleigh, the three are still zipping with energy. Sam promptly passing Luna a joint as Ashleigh shouts that They Were Fucking INCREDIBLE. Luna can't help but beam as she holds the joint between her lips and grabs for a five people hug. Friendship really is a BEAUTIFUL thing.

The show's not even halfway through. Hollywood Whore kicking in next before Rap Devil and Until I Die. Switching spots with Rook as they cover Shout At The Devil.

It's honestly Luna's favorite cover of The Band's. Not even because of the song. As much as she loves Colson, she adores Rook and loves to see him shine the way he does when he takes the mic. His performance is so on point, you just KNOW he was raised with music in his blood. Even if you're unaware of where he hails from.

Still running, Colson grabs his guitar for his cover of Ocean Eyes. Catching Luna's as he sings. Both of their hearts swelling for the other over the reason he covered it.

Next comes a slew of more songs. Slim making his way back UpStage. Their friends watching SideStage as they get fucked up and sing along to Golden God, ALPHA OMEGA, Lately, Bad Motherfucker, Wake&Bake, Rehab and 27.

The lights drop to The Family's calls for an ENCORE. Loving them the way they do, The Boys oblige. Heading back out to encore Sail.

"THANK YOU, SEATTLE!!!!" Colson shouts before finally heading OffStage for the night.

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Carrying Luna over his shoulder down the venue hallway, Colson sees the artwork of one of The Boys. Laughing, he turns Luna to see also.

"I bet it was Rook...." She guesses with a chuckle.

"Nah... Too short." He continues to laugh. "Grab my phone and post it to my Insta, please." Colson asks Luna.

Slipping her hand along his perky ass into his back pocket, she pulls out his phone. Snapping the picture at his request.

"Here.... You know I don't Instagram..." Luna deadpans as she hands the device to him from around the side of his lean body.

Laughing again, he shakes his head at her refusal to even interact with the app at all. Continuing to carry her to his dressing room as he posts it.

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"Always follow the signs.

😈👅💦🐈🍆💥"

#seattle #hoteldiablo"

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"Holy SHIIIIT, Loons...." Colson groans out.

Laying his head back in delight as her tight pussy slowly slides up and down him. Teasing and pleasing his cock as she takes her time riding him. Colson takes her face into his large hands. Kissing her softly.

"Unnhh, I missed you...." He says as another grunt escapes him.

"Mmmm. Me tooo." She purrs.

Moving his mouth from her lips to her neck, Luna leans back, hands on his thighs as he seeks out her plump breasts. Sucking and nibbling on her piercings, Colson makes Luna shift against him faster. Rocking him deeper inside of her. She grabs the top of his hair. Pulling on it to keep her pace steady, he grabs and shakes her ass as it bounces.

"Mmmm... Gimme that dick." Luna moans.

Her demands excites Colson even more. Grabbing one hip firmly and snatching for her hair, he takes control. Sucking on her neck as he slams her up and down his cock. Moving her body like a willing doll. Making her walls clench and body quiver.

"My dirty girl likes that's... Hmm?" He says into her neck.

Luna can only utter sounds of pleasure as he fills her body. Feeling herself close, she starts to thrust into his rhythm. Colson pushes back, grabbing both of Luna's tits as they begin bucking against each other. Bitting the side of his neck, she makes him cum with her.

"Oooh, FUCK...." He shouts as they explode together.

Feeling his body go limp, Luna nuzzles into his naked chest. Kissing her forehead, they sit. The sound of the blood pumping through his heart synching up with her own.

Lifting her head, she asks him To Roll A Joint to his nod. Climbing off of him, Luna chops up her third set of rails today. Colson's fourth.

"What the fuck? I told you off your ass..." He teases as Luna looks at him perplexed. "You didn't get my voicemail?" He asks with a hint of disappointment as he lights the joint.

Luna shakes her head No as they bend down to do their lines together. Lifting up, she adjusts herself. Checking her nose and make-up.

Calling her voicemail as they pass the bone back and forth, Colson is definitely on there. Talking about porn and doing drugs off of her ass.

"And you say I'M WILD!!" Luna laughs as they head towards the door, looking over her shoulder coyly taunts. "There's always later."

Her words making Colson's member stand at full salute for her. Again.

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

✧ can be used for RP and non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen!

1. FIRST NAME: i used to go by my middle name, nina, but now i go by pacifica or paci.

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: i have a bunch of weird ailments that honestly are just wild. like sometimes my nerves make me spasm or collapse or i’ll become hyperflexible. my kidneys decided they were lonely so they are... snuggled together... and i’ve had cancer a few times. it’s exhausting.

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: - smile / facial features. outside of aesthetics, you can tell if someone is superficial or genuine through the intensity of their smile, or if they’re fabricating their appearance or background. i wouldn’t want someone to pretend for me. i want them to be how they are. - personal care. i don’t have preferences on hair / grooming outside of being well-kempt. file your nails & clean them ( like if ur a mechanic or factory worker or other types of physical labor, i get it-- but like an office worker with black nails? ick ), brush/comb/finger detangle/style your hair, make sure your clothes are reasonably presentable... clean, like you actively tried to come up with an ensemble. - physique. not saying people need to be like 8 pack or straight out the gym. nor am i saying i need someone to be like mega massive or mega thin. but preferably someone who like... is comfortable in the skin they’re in, and cares about their body. at the least, cares about what goes in their body and how much their body does for them.

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: haribo snacks.

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: i cannot handle the smell of mustard or mayonnaise. i will literally walk out of a room.

6. GUILTY PLEASURE: i try to cut out needless carbs and snack foods, but y’all........ throw some good naan or pita at me and i’m a sucker. i love my hot cheetos and takis, pls don’t take them from me.

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN: a sweater and panties tbh. i’ve turned into that basic single person in their 20s. if i’m cold i’ll throw on sweatpants too.

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: i vastly prefer serious relationships, but there’s got to be a lot of build up to it for me to pursue someone in that manner. that being said, idk why, apparently i seem unapproachable or intimidating, but i’ve always had to ask out the person i liked.... ask me out first, u fools. i’ve tried to do flings but like i always feel guilty afterward bc i’m not invested, i just pretend hoping maybe i’ll fool myself in the process and i don’t lmao. that being said, it’s been like over a year since i’ve last dated, and two years had passed between that partner and the previous one.

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: nothing. maybe switch my triple minor to an interdisciplinary double major because that sounds cooler in this point in my life. but other than that? i feel like i did well with the cards that were handed to me. they shaped me into who i am now. and now i’m trying to continue to be a person past me would be proud of. i want to live a life with little to no regrets. to pursue everything i can while i have the opportunity to.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: physically, yes. emotionally, it depends. my coworkers are always either thrilled to see me or are like “ it’s paci being over the top cute. ” i love coming into the room to give hugs or do random acts of service or to shower someone with surprise gifts just to say i appreciate them. however, i can be emotionally distant at times and i don’t like to involve people into things. i still feel guilty on most occasions when i vent, even though i know it’s healthy to do. i feel like it’s not other people’s responsibility to deal with my problems or have to endure them, even if it’s as little involvement as listening. such an attitude isn’t great, but... at least i can recognize that now? lmao. u know. baby steps. i’m still learning to trust and let people in. when my former best friend broke my heart it really messed me up in a lot of ways.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: i love pocahontas, mulan, princess and the frog, and peter pan starring mary martin. i’ve been watching that specific peter pan since like..... birth......... and it’s still one of my favorite films.

12. FAVORITE BOOK: dante’s divine comedy.

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: a long-haired cat, preferably a tortoise color. i’ve always thought munchkin cats were the cutest. i’d want something that is as independent and self-sufficient as i am.

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL]: yufi & age-appropriate love and joy. tseng also deserves love. & literally everyone in ace attorney could get it..... except dahlia hawthorne, forget her. also... all the important people in devil may cry deserve someone. so.... that’s what i have for you.

15. PIE OR CAKE: pie. i don’t eat nearly enough of it. kinda underrated in the pnw, i feel like? but in the midwest we loved pies... kinda miss that.

16. FAVORITE SCENT: sandalwood, vanilla, lavender, and gentle scents like ‘ ocean ’ or ‘ linens ’.

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: shrugs? no one atm. i do not keep up with pop culture these days. can i count kyo from dir en grey? i’ve thought he was hot for the last 15 years and counting........ 14 y/o me was really like “ he’s the one ” too!!

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: i love visiting friends. and like... idk? japan is still interesting, as is italy and greece and jerusalem. but i don’t have like... a burning urge to go anywhere. i’d like to return to vietnam & cambodia at some point as well. people tell me melbourne is my kind of vibe, but... i’ll get there when i get there.

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: ambivert. though for all that i project in personality, i do take a lot of time to myself to kind of recharge, as you will.

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: i do. but i still like scary games bc i enjoy the thrill and chase. suspense is really cool-- gore is not, imo.

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: android. i’ve been using samsung galaxy phones since like 2013 and i’m not going back now. i had an ipad once and........ i’m over that. but i’m not like gonna participate in the dumb android vs apple debate........ we’re adults and it’s 2020, c’mon now. put ur energy into something else.

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: y’all......... i wish i could be like ‘ i’m a gamer grl ’ but the truth is that i mainly collect games and say i’ll play them but it takes me a trillion years sfdgiohfgiohdf. my backlog is shameful. we don’t talk about that. that being said, i just took up ace attorney: spirit of justice this evening & i’ve been playing through kingdom hearts iii and yakuza 0 as of late.

23. DREAM JOB: to write poetry & creative nonfiction at my leisure dfogihdohg. travelling writer, sharing about cultures all over the world & the beauty of interaction. very whimsical, i know! i also love studying languages and culture...... so it’s no question writing, sociology, cultural anthropology and linguistics were/are my fields of study.

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: pay off my loans, throw like half of it in savings for it to grow, give some to my mum bc she deserves to live comfortably, and..... take some time off work to just relax and rediscover myself. while work does give me purpose, it also takes away from my creative pursuits so like... that blows.

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: it took me like 10 years for sorceress adel to stop giving me nightmares, so like. probably her. the pennywise energy was too strong. and on that note...... all clowns and clownlike energy should just burn. pennywise, saw. y’all got to go.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: final fantasy, ahaha. also metal gear. xeno like doesn’t have a place for it to gather and it’s ridonk small..... but i love xeno games. and i used to love watching sbfp but since they disbanded... it’s a sad world out there.

✧ tagged by: @burmecias-protector + @enshijou i got this from both of y’all xoxo

✧ tagging: @shimmerseas @extremepath @east--moon @evercharmed @verumking @dawnled @90smagicalboy @meyvn @breselin @petallines @redsown @starszakrew @onlyliberty @angereve + if this suits your fancy!

#♝ mun.

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thefudge · 5 years

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thoughts on elite season 2

- idk why but i found this season more engaging than the first which i only watched fragments of because i couldn’t be arsed to care about certain plotlines, but season 2 made me care about almost everyone? well, almost. but it was far more compelling anyway.

-lucrecia/lu is turning out to be a Problematic Fave. she’s probably one of the more complex characters on the show. despite how wretched she can be, i like how deeply she wants to be “seen” and understood and i def felt bad for her about guzman (oh, and we’ll get to him, ugh). her back and forth with valerio was both compelling and a little frustrating (valerio himself was both compelling and frustrating). i don’t think the writers put that much thought into it, but i liked the undercurrent of sadness in their bond which was far more interesting than the forbidden aspect (but yea ok, that was also hot, yall know me lol). the actors sold it pretty well. and that oscar wilde quote <3 incidentally, valerio reminds me of a romanian actor/singer who also starred in an incest-based drama awhile back. but i have to say, one thing that really jumped out at me is how much of a secret gay lucrecia is. she has so much gay energy with almost every girl she comes up against, rebeca and nadia especially, it’s insane. every time she interacts with one of the dudes it’s so weak (except with valerio, but that dynamic is not so straightforward). whenever i see her sexy-whispering to some guy it feels like she’s faking it, like she’s being a vindictive but ultimately domesticated doll. and i think she knows this too and the performance wears her down. whereas she seems to come alive with women. her obsession with being betrayed and ignored and unloved by men might also stem from the fact that no man can ever give her what she truly wants. she’s def closeted imo, and her lil friendship with omar makes so much sense in that context too. petition to give lu a gilfriend in season 3, preferably rebeca.

- rebeca, however, is the true MVP of the season for me. omg. i love!!! her!!! so!!! much!!! i was SO MAD everyone slept on this grl!!! she’s funny and smart and brash and loyal and sweet and justasdfgdfsda NO ONE DESERVES HER. i also think her chemistry with lu should be explored further. (i wanna write fic where rebeca and lu make out at the halloween party after lu gets dumped)

- polo is also a Problematic Fave, even though i hope he goes down lol. i really like how the actor plays him as both volatile and fragile, like a stubborn asshole but also a sniveling brat who wants to be “redeemed” on his own terms.

- i can’t say i cared all that much about cayetana and her “maria del bario” subplot, i mean i didn’t feel all that sorry for her, but i do like the sharp edges given to her character. and while polo/cayetana is not that interesting to me, their bonnie and clyde shenanigans promise to be a lot of fun. it makes a lot of sense that she would be the one to help him, not only because of his kindness to her, but primarily because she likes taking things. literally. she seems desperately hungry for whatever polo can offer.

- omar/ander was sweet as always, and i liked their ups and downs and their more emotional moments, but good god was ander a petty asshole. when omar dressed up as dr. frank-n-furter and ander was being a tool about it and the others were shaming him for, u know, having a cool costume for halloween, i was like “omar, bby, you gotta stop hanging out with uncultured swine”. that being said, ander keeping polo’s secret for so long beggared belief. i understand the impossible scenario he was in and i like that they showed the inner turmoil but...yikes, it’s murder, dude.

- samuel/carla was...fine. i liked some of their more intense scenes, feeding off each other’s anger, plus the manipulations and the mindfuckery, but it was still lacking in substance for me. i also think carla becomes less interesting around him, whereas samuel has sort of grown up this season. idk, i’m ambivalent.

and finally...

- nadia & guzman. SIGHHHHhhhhhhhhh. the couple & characters i was most looking forward to ended up being the most disappointing part of this season for me. i kind of hate them now. okay, maybe not hate them, but i am deeply annoyed. i think nadia was poorly written this season. i have no clue who this girl is, what she really wants, what she believes in. she was made to react in a certain way or do things just to carry the plot forward or to give the viewers some steamy scenes. literally, i was so frustrated with her and the lack of internal logic. even her confession to her parents at the end and their heartfelt hug felt hollow and unearned. and guzman, oh gaaaawwwwd, this douchebag and his constant edgy angst, i get iiiiiit, we get iiiiit, i just wanted him to be dooone. i really disliked him, even when they were framing him as troubled romantic hero. the nadia/guzman scenes were absolutely rushed, i’m sorry. their first kiss??? while nadia was super drunk and we get that weird disco editing that hides both their faces and it’s so fake-artsy and devoid of feeling and underwhelming??? NOPE. i thought this would be a big deal for nadia, for both of them actually, but when i saw how quickly they rushed into it i was disappointed. most of their interactions lacked that special intimacy they had in season 1. like yeah, the chemistry was there, but the angst felt manufactured, cuz i guess both he and nadia have no problem cheating and doing whatever the hell they want. i also found it laughable that not even 15 minutes into the first episode guzman immediately tells her about the deal he made with her father...which cheapened the whole thing. i really thought that deal would carry weight and mean something....welp, guess not. all the interesting and significant obstacles they built around these characters were now revealed as a deck of playing cards. when halfway thru the season guzman lamented how he couldn’t be with nadia due to societal constraints i laughed out loud because clearly, that’s a surface problem for them. nadia does not seem at all attached to her faith and culture, so really, what’s to stop them from being together? her family? i don’t buy it. and my problem isn’t that nadia wants to break away from her muslim heritage and be with guzman; my problem is that we don’t know what the hell she wants and it doesn’t seem to matter. once upon a time i thought she cared a lot about her schoolwork and future career...but that seems to take a backseat for the guzman drama. halfway thru the season she doesn’t hang out with rebeca and omar anymore, and it’s just...disheartening to see her be all about this really mediocre dude. not even her budding friendship with valerio goes anywhere, which was a shame. others have talked about the troubling narrative of “westernizing” nadia and portraying it as the solution to her problems and while i think the show isn’t ready to push that agenda, i also feel like they have no fucking clue who this character is. anyway, i will stop here, but i’m genuinely disappointed and idk if this can be remedied in season 3.

so overall, i enjoyed this season more, but boyyy did it disappoint where i was most expectant

#elite s2 #elite netflix #my thoughts #elite spoilers #i have good news and bad news lol

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When Saweetie landed a viral hit with her boss-up anthem “ICY GRL,” it was the product of unchecked confidence and limitless ambition. As a student at the University of Southern California, the Bay Area native already knew she could rap and used her Instagram account to prove it. Videos of Saweetie freestyling in the front seat of her car, along with a hyperactive SoundCloud page, eventually led to a record deal and her debut EP, High Maintenance. She flaunted her ability to weaponize words and spray them unsparingly at her exes and cynics on songs such as “B.A.N.” and “Good Good.” And even though her career is a product of the internet, the 26-year-old rapper, born Diamonté Harper, remains a student of hip hop’s pre-digital heyday. Her biggest hit, “My Type,” samples Petey Pablo’s “Freek-a-Leek,” and her most recent EP, this year’s ICY, is an old-school ode to getting the bag. Her respect for the history of the genre is why, when she spoke to her idol Lil’ Kim for the first time, she could barely contain herself.

LIL’ KIM: Hey, sexy girl! Where you at? SAWEETIE: I just flew from L.A. to San Diego. I have a show here tonight. Where you at? KIM: I’m in Jersey. So, first of all, how did you get so freaking dope? SAWEETIE: Oh my gosh. I’m sorry. I’m having a moment. I can’t believe it’s you. You sound just like your songs! KIM: I don’t think they saw you fucking coming. And I still don’t think they see you coming. You feel me? SAWEETIE: Yeah, I feel you. How did I get so dope? Writing has always been my thing, and a lot of people don’t know that entertaining is a whole other thing. That was never my strong suit. So I was looking at a bunch of performers, wondering what I could take from them and make my own. One thing I really love about you is that when you walk onstage, you might not be rapping and you might not be dancing, but just your presence—I’m like, “Damn.” That’s what I want to have onstage. KIM: If you take anything from me, you’re going to take this and you’re going to hold it in your hand and put it in your heart and lock it, because I don’t say shit I don’t mean. When I watched you perform at Summer Jam, you were my highlight. Even though you were out there for a short period of time, guess what? It was short and Saweetie. You captivated me. SAWEETIE: You’re giving me butterflies. My heart is beating so fast! My choreographer told me a story about you. I forget which award show it was, but Puff was talking to an artist, and the artist didn’t want to do something, and then you came in and you were like, “Oh, you don’t want to do it? I’ll do it, because our job as performers is to entertain.” I’d never thought about it that way. It’s not just about reciting the lyrics and doing the one-two step. The goal is to entertain. KIM: Girls go out there and they perform, but they may not captivate people. But when I watch you onstage, and look at your Instagram, I noticed that mama is a fashionista! Bitch, you be givin’ lewks. SAWEETIE: Every year I write down goals for myself, and I was like, “I really hope I find my Misa Hylton [Lil’ Kim’s stylist] this year, because I would love to have looks like Kim had.” You guys were a lethal combination, and, girl, maybe three months after that, I found my stylist. No matter where I go, I’m trying to put on a look like Kim. KIM: You remind me of me. One of the things that I love that you adopted into your routine is the whole girly cheerleader thing. It’s so sexy. And then you were doing this dance at one show, you were doing this little butt move, and it was the perfect butt move because it was something I would do. When you recorded “My Type,” did you like the beat right away? When Puffy brought me “No Time,” I hated that freakin’ record. SAWEETIE: Really? KIM: I hated it, girl. But he’s my big brother and I looked up to him so much that anything he told me to do, I did. And he was very protective of me. He always said, “Kim, you do better when I give you a record that you don’t like.” I guess I was trying to prove something to him. Were you super excited when you first heard the “My Type” beat? SAWEETIE: I was actually in the studio when they made it, because I was missing one more song off of my EP—I was missing a slap. We were about to sample something else, but I was like, “What is something from my childhood that I couldn’t get enough of?” And I remembered being 10 or 11 dancing to that Petey Pablo song. The sample gets me every time. KIM: You give the song a whole new life, the way you attacked it. You just went in on it because you loved it. Is it certified gold or platinum now? SAWEETIE: My first song, “ICY GRL,” is platinum and “My Type” is gold. KIM: How does that feel? SAWEETIE: It feels amazing. I feel like everything is just coming together, and the fact that I’m getting to interview with you, it just makes everything so surreal and dope. KIM: Interview published one of the biggest magazine photos for me, so they became like my extended family. We have this history. The girls you dance with onstage, are those your friends? SAWEETIE: One of them is my best friend, and the rest are her friends. It’s all homegirl vibes. KIM: That’s so dope. You can tell there’s a friendship there. Sometimes girls go onstage with dancers and you can tell they don’t know them. SAWEETIE: When you work on my team, I want everybody to feel at home. Music is my career, but dancing is their career, and I want their career to be as fun as mine. KIM: My best friend danced for me for years. I have a television show on VH1 called Girls Cruise, and she’s on it with me. Now she has her own clothing line at Neiman Marcus. She’s a boss bitch. What’s your sign, Saweetie? SAWEETIE: I’m a Cancer. Just like you. KIM: Oh my god, I can’t take it! SAWEETIE: Girl, let me tell you something. Every sign got hella celebrities aligned with them. So I was like, “Who’s a dope Cancer out there?” Girl, when I saw your name on the list, I was like, “Kim’s a Cancer and she’s a rapper, so I know I can be a rapper, too.” KIM: Who are your top-three dream collaborators? SAWEETIE: I’m a huge J. Cole fan. When I was trying to come up, I had no way of getting my music out there, so after one of his concerts, I waited by his tour bus and rapped for him. The second one would be Rihanna, because I grew up on her. For my third, well, this is what happened. When I was coming up, I noticed a lot of female rappers had lighter voices than mine. I have a deep voice when I rap. So I was listening to my music catalog, and I noticed that you also have a deep voice when you rap. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to collaborate with you, but I always wanted to sit in a studio with you just to see how you record. KIM: We could do something so dope, and it would be unexpected. So that’s done. I think you and Rihanna would be the sexiest combination. I just love that. But, girl, you already got me. You and I are gonna be hanging out. I can see it. I know these things. What’s your favorite makeup? SAWEETIE: Lip gloss. I’m actually coming out with my own lip gloss line, and I’m gonna send you all the colors. I basically took all of my favorite characteristics of lip glosses that I love, and combined them into one. KIM: You gotta give me one. No, wait, I’m going to buy one. If I had to pick two, it would be my lipstick and my eyebrows. My lashes would be my third thing. SAWEETIE: I’d be out here looking like a bald eagle without my lashes. I have two questions for you: What’s your favorite Lil’ Kim song, and what’s the best bar you’ve ever rapped? KIM: My favorite Lil’ Kim song by myself is “Qu— SAWEETIE: Wait! Wait! Wait! Are you about to say “Queen Bitch”? KIM: Yes! That’s my song! “Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch! Murder scene bitch!” SAWEETIE: My favorite bar by any female ever is yours: “Tryin’ to impress me with your five G stones, I give you ten Gs, nigga, if ya leave me alone.” LIL KIM: I’m not gonna lie, Saweetie, I be forgetting shit. I have so many songs that I can’t even think of my favorite bars on the spot, but I love that one. SAWEETIE: How did “Queen Bitch” come about? LIL KIM: I have to give props to the King himself: Biggie was there with me every step of the way in the studio. He always loved Wu-Tang, and there was this beat that they had. I was his honey, so he was like, “My honey got to have a beat like this.” That was one of my favorite moments. SAWEETIE: Girl, you got too many, for real. I hope I have that one day. LIL KIM: My Saweetie, this was amazing for me. SAWEETIE: I’m sorry if I got a little too hype. LIL KIM: I’m gonna send you my info and you could send me yours and we’ll keep in touch. Enjoy your show tonight. Have fun and kill ’em, because I know you’re gonna kill ’em. I don’t know you, but I love you. SAWEETIE: I’ve loved you since I was 13.

#saweetie #lil' kiim #Lil Kim #interview #2019 #interview 2019 #lil kim 9 #interview magazine #blog

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angel-tears1004 · 5 years

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I pay for my own Netflix but haven't been using it all that much lately, so I started watching Sex Education today

I'm on ep 5 or 6 and I'm enjoying it!... for the most part, the story and the concept as a whole is great and I'm really digging most of the characters (also Gillian Anderson 😍).

The thing is I'm quite disappointed, when I first saw the trailers and stuff I thought Otis was ace/aro and I was so excited because of the incredible contrast it would be to have a sex therapist with an ace/aro son, like I think that would allow some very interesting mother-son interactions (which are needed, I feel their relationship is very shallow) also considering he goes to a school full of horny fucks, all this without mentioning that there are no ace/aro characters like anywhere (as far as I know).

But now he's head over heels for Maeve and it's so annoying, he has mentioned several times that boys and girls can be just friends (hell yeah) and then the show pulls this shit. I'm craving for a show where the female and male leads stay as friends with 0 romantic or sexual tension; when I started watching Star VS the forces of evil I thought that was the one (but then they way were too fucking cute and now I ship them so hard) since it wasn't I was sure Sex Education would be THE one, but no.

I hate hating on female characters but Maeve is so stereotypically edgy it's painful, when Otis (who btw is being such a massive dick rn) mentioned the music she likes I was just "of fucking course you like those bands, what else could you possibly listen to". Her feminism (if we can label it as that, I'm not sure what else to call it) with liking Virginia Woolf and whatever is so forced, that scene at the party where Jackson invited her to the jacuzzi and she says its not her thing so he asks what is her thing and she says "complex female characters" that was soooo cringy I had to pause and do something else for a full 15 mins before I could bring myself to keep watching, to me in this sense she's like all those Disney characters preaching "GRL PWR" all talk, no action and trying way too hard.

Tl;dr: it's a good show but I was expecting more and I pray to the gods Otis and Maeve don't end up together or I'll rip my fucking hair out

#sex education #netflix #otis milburn #maeve wiley #rant #review #complaining #romantic #friendship #asexual #aromantic

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immortalcockroach · 6 years

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IT SHOULD’VE BEEN SOMEONE ELSE

summary: She walks past Bellamy, greeting him with a nod.

She doesn’t see his hand reaching for her when she’s walking away, and almost catching shirt, only to fall empty.

Alone, in the tent, when Finn is away working or scouting or doing whatever Finn does, sometimes she talks to them. She tells them about the life on Earth, about what they had to do to survive, about the dangers. She tells them about how she knows Finn isn’t the one because he doesn’t call her ‘princess’ the right way, or how much she hates that when Bellamy does it feels almost familiar, when it shouldn’t. Because she hates Bellamy, and lets them know it.

Her soulmate couldn’t be cocky, or mean, or selfish.

All this time, she fails to notice Bellamy’s suddenly covering the entirety of his skin, avoiding her as much as he possibly can.

When she gets a reply, in the middle of writing something to them, it stings.

it should’ve been someone else.

—

or, clarke and bellamy may be soulmates who can see whatever the other writes on their skin, but landing on the ground is brings them together.

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When Clarke was two and she smudged crayons on her stomach, drawing herself the way she thought she looked—like a princess—her mother caught her and scolded her. Her father, on the other hand, told her about soulmates.

Draw, write, add a layer of anything to your skin purposefully, and your soulmate will see.

It’s her earliest memory.

‘Why doesn’t everyone paint on their skin?’ she asked, in a childish blabber that her father somehow understood. ‘It makes their soulmates happy.’

She remembers Jake giving her a sad smile, one that he gave her again only years later, when he was being shut out of an airlock.

‘Not everyone has one.’

‘You and Mommy do!’

‘No, sweetheart, we don’t. We found each other on our own.’

At the time, she didn’t understand. She started to, once she fell in love with someone who wasn’t her soulmate. But then the relationship broke apart, and she was back to dreaming about the ideal someone holding the other end of the red string.

Dreaming. That’s all it was.

When Clarke was seven and she wrote her first hello, she did it with the foam from her excess toothpaste. No response came back, and she tried a few more times through the next few weeks, but she was always met with silence.

For the next few years, she didn’t think about soulmates. Maybe she, like her parents, didn't have one. It would be odd that on a ship with a few thousand people, her soulmate would be here.

That’s her dad’s theory, anyway.

‘It’s not that we weren’t meant to have soulmates,’ he told her once, when she was eleven. ‘Maybe they were supposed to be born later, or earlier, or from someone who died in the war. We’ll never know.’

We’ll never know became a phrase Clarke got used to. Maybe she’ll never know whether she has a soulmate, or who they might be.

Whatever happens, she plans on choosing the person she’ll spend her life with. No words on her skin would tell her that.

It works. She dates. It’s good and bad, but deep down, it feels like none of the relationships could work out because they didn’t have her marks on their skin. A silly thought, that’s all it should be – but it’s one she can’t get rid of. It’s like tingling in the back of her neck.

She still talks to them – her soulmate. It’s mostly with toothpaste, but sometimes it’s with real paint or crayons or graphite, if she’s lucky.

She’s sixteen when she finds markings on her skin that don’t belong to her.

u hre

Clarke runs to the pile of dust her mother cleaned earlier that day, puts it into a small glass and spits into it, stirring with a brush until it forms a unit firm enough she can use it to make marks on her skin.

It’s gross. But she has nothing else on her.

Yes, she replies.

ark

Alpha

prncss, appears beneath her last word. The handwriting is smudgy and it seems like they are using a method similar to hers – maybe they’re poor. Maybe they can’t afford things like she can.

But of course they’d make fun of her when she was two.

srry 4 nt wrtng sonr

She can hardly understand them.

To make some space, she spits on her arm and runs her fingers across it, smudging the words until she's certain her new words will be visible. The person does the same, and their arms are clean.

It’s ok, she writes. Don’t call me princess.

grls frm alfa r princss

It makes Clarke smile, irritated as she is. They talk, for hours, but she knows nothing about them. When they leave, Clarke realizes what this means - she not only has a soulmate, but they're not much older than her if Pike taught them, too.

Some days, they talk. Some days, she paints to them. Some days, she guesses who they could be.

Some days, there’s silence.

On her seventeenth birthday, she’s alone in her bed, thinking about them. It's the most beautiful moonrise outside, and the party was good until they asked for ID, but she feels lonely.

Then she sees her knuckles, red and worsening, and realizes it’s not just paint or similar soulmates can see.

It’s self harm, too.

Her knuckles redden even more. Both fists, now.

You ok? she writes on her forearm, using a pen.

They don’t reply for a while, so she writes the same words under her right knuckles.

no, comes minutes later.

Want to talk?

leav m alon.

And she does. She’d want to be alone, if she was going through some shit.

A month later, she’s arrested and it’s her own knuckles that are reddening and cracked, and they ask the same question.

She has nothing to reply with.

They talk to her, sometimes, in the next year or so. They talk about the day or ask questions, wonder where she went, or talk about her paintings. Sometimes they admit they miss her. She tries to mix dust with her spit to message them, but it’s never visible on her arm.

Sometimes it helps to know that they’re out there, even if she’s never going to meet them. To know their name.

And they’ll never know hers, either.

So when she gets the chance to live, and Finn calls her princess, she thinks he might be the one. Only something feels off, like in every relationship she ever had. Like something, a crucial part is missing.

He doesn’t say ‘princess’ the way her soulmate writes princss. It should be both aggressive and gentle, nothing like Finn’s.

When Bellamy Blake says it, Clarke thinks there’s something about it, something familiar, and it makes her mad.

When Finn brings her pencils, she writes on her arm.

I’m alive, she writes on her wrist. No response comes, and she realizes that she has another chance with them. Life isn’t a game anymore.

There’s only now or never, and soulmates should be forever.

So, she writes on her palm, My name is Clarke Griffin.

Nothing happens.

I’m on Earth. I couldn’t respond because I was in solitary

Maybe they can’t see.

She writes the words on her ankles, below her knuckles, all while thinking about how they got her through the worst period of her life. How much knowing that they’re out there, free to write, how much it helped.

So, she writes it. Her stomach and her legs and her arms are a love letter to the stranger she might never know.

When she arrives back to the camp and sees Bellamy’s body covered in fabric with skin only visible on his face, she thinks he got into a fight. She doesn’t connect the dots just yet. She doesn’t notice how his hands tremble when he notices her, or how he looks at them as if he’s seeing a phantom.

Clarke doesn’t notice because she’s too busy thinking about her soulmate, wondering why they chose to not reply. This is big deal for her – this is what she’s been waiting for her entire life. Maybe when everyone comes down, she’ll get to finally meet them.

She walks past Bellamy, greeting him with a nod.

She doesn’t see his hand reaching for her when she’s walking away, and almost catching shirt, only to fall empty.

Her soulmate couldn’t be cocky, or mean, or selfish.

All this time, she fails to notice Bellamy’s suddenly covering the entirety of his skin, avoiding her as much as he possibly can.

When she gets a reply, in the middle of writing something to them, it stings.

it should’ve been someone else.

She puts her pen away and smudges all her words. Their words stay, under her wrist, painfully visible with no means of hiding them.

It’s cold in her tent. It’s night and Finn hasn’t come back yet, and the makeshift bed isn’t comfortable and the blankets aren’t warm enough and she keeps glancing at her wrist, knowing that her soulmate hates her every time.

In the morning, she writes something she never thought she would. Spite is gone, sadness lingers, but it’s reason that wins.

Why?

She doesn’t wait long for a response.

because i am going to disappoint you

She takes a pen to write a reply, but she sees other words, new words, forming right under the last statement.

because you already hate me

So she writes, I could never hate you, and under it, Who are you?

you don’t want to know and it’s better if you don’t

We’re soulmates. That should account for something.

not this

Just tell me who you are

I can’t

No matter what else she tells them, when she asks if she knows them, they don’t say a word. Her skin contains only her own words now, because they smudged theirs, and she does the same.

She tries to forget about them.

When Finn’s girlfriend lands and Clarke finds herself in between a long, trusting relationship, she removes herself out of the equation without hesitation. But she’s hurt, and she has to tell someone, only Wells is dead and her mother killed her father and she’s fucking alone.

So she tells them, everything.

And they talk to her. They calm her down. They listen, or whatever is the reading equivalent of it, and they’re here for her when she needs them, and she knows she could never hate them.

And then it clicks – when Clarke realizes her mystery soulmate has a distinct voice in her head. Deep and raspy, his head tilted to the side in snark when he calls her princess, cockiness that somehow does fit in the vision of her soulmate after all. It’s a he, and he thinks she hates him because they’re constantly butting heads, because they both want to do the right thing and sometimes they disagree on what it is.

It’s late, middle of the night almost, after they realized Bellamy accidentally caused the deaths of hundreds of people that she knows he’ll need her, too.

So she writes, Come to my tent.

They don’t respond.

Clarke bites her lip when she adds, please, Bellamy

And he comes. It’s almost an hour later and he looks like a mess, and now she can connect the boy she’d been falling in love with for several years now with the boy she thought she hated. He looks broken, almost, and she knows the deaths are taking a bigger toll on him than he lets everyone think. She doesn’t need him to say it to know it, because she knows him almost as well as he knows himself.

They never traded personal information that could identify either of them, but they traded in personalities.

He stands at the entrance to her tent, wet from the rain, shaking slightly as she knows he’s freezing.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

Clarke takes a blanket and wraps it around him, tucking it under his neck so she’s certain it’ll warm him up. She doesn’t look at him when she helps him take off his jacket, because her tent is warmer than the outside and he can’t return his body heat if he’s soaking wet. Without speaking, he takes off his shirt, too, and tries to feel nothing at the sight of his toned body bare in front of her. He takes off his own pants, and Clarke steps back, taking her shirt off, too.

He cocks his eyebrows, more confused than amused.

“Naked bodies provide more heat,” she explains. “If we don’t do this, you might start feeling hypothermic.” And we can’t lose you.

Bellamy nods, shy all of a sudden. She climbs into the bed next to him and lies down, trying not to feel self-conscious about him seeing in her underwear. But he’s just as exposed as he is, and it makes her feel a little better.

He lies down. They’re facing one another. She pulls a blanket over them and now, up close, she can see his cheeks are red and eyes bloodshot and her nose is red, too.

Part of her thinks he deserved it. She kills that part – he did it because he was trying to protect himself, and he didn’t know what would happen. She knows he wouldn’t have done it if he knew it would lead to so many deaths – or deaths, the end. She knows it because she knows him.

She clears her throat.

“Big spoon or small spoon?”

He grins. “Big spoon.”

“Fine. But it’s better if we’re as close as possible, so I’ll actually be lying on top of you, pretty much.”

Bellamy laughs. It still sounds a little stiffed, a little held back, but it’s a laugh nonetheless.

She places herself on top of him, almost. Her head is on his chest and his arm is on her back, the other one on the arm she sprawled across his torso. He’s softer than she imagined, and comfortable, and smells like earth and rain and sweat and she never thought she’d like something like that so much.

There is a part of her that still sees him as Bellamy Blake, who tried to kill the Chancellor to get on the dropship – but that’s the same Bellamy who did it to protect his sister, tried to rule some order into a bunch of delinquents, and was incredibly intelligent.

He’s also her soulmate, on top of that.

“I don’t want you to hate me,” he whispers. She feels the words on the top of her head, his lips pressed against her hair. “I did—”

“You couldn’t know.” She blames him, a little bit, but he blames himself a lot more.

“I should’ve—” his voice cracks. “You said all those bad stuff about me, and I tried to be better, and it just—It fell apart, Clarke. I can’t just left it go.”

“Then live for them. Make it up to them by being the best version of yourself you can be – the one who kept me sane while I was in solitary for a fucking year.”

She still can’t bear to look at him. He might be crying, the way he’s holding onto her, and she doesn’t want to see that. It will break her heart, too.

It seems there is nothing Bellamy wants to say—or words he can find—so she runs her thumb over one of his arms. “We sleep tonight and worry tomorrow.”

And they do.

In the morning, she wakes up alone, but it’s the good kind of alone. It feels like something ghas shifted between them, and maybe he’ll be more like the guy she came to know over the years than the person she met days ago.

So she takes a pen, smiles at her empty arms, and just above her elbow, she writes:

I could never be disappointed if it’s you.

#bellarke #bellarke fic #the 100 #the 100 fanfic #the 100 fanfiction #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellamy x clarke #my fic #celebration fic

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kevindurkiin · 4 years

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EDM Reacts to Fourth of July 2020

The Fourth of July has come and gone — but the celebrations (or lack thereof) — technically last all weekend long.

As always, EDM Twitter is weighing in this Independence Day. Some DJ/producers are stressing important social issues, some are celebrating per usual, and others are “cancelling” the holiday altogether.

With coronavirus (COVID-19) still heavily affecting the states, it seems most people are refraining from large parties and events. Most are staying at home or getting together with a close group of friends and family.

However you’re celebrating Fourth of July weekend (or not) — be safe!

Read EDM reacts below.

EDM Twitter On Fourth of July

July 4th gonna be a day of questioning and recognizing that to celebrate America in this way is rly jus celebrating white history. America is built by our diversity, and made all the more beautiful by it. July 4 wasn’t Independence Day for all ppls. Jus something to keep in mind

— medusa out now! – 𝔖𝕽𝖎℥ – BLM (@Griz) July 3, 2020

4th of July is cancelled and here’s why pic.twitter.com/D1N5v3b9E4

— SWARM (@houseofSWARM) July 4, 2020

Dont get me wrong, I hate fun and people who are capable of having fun as much as anybody, but give em a break

— Mat Zo (@Mat_Zo) July 5, 2020

Maybe this is the Independence Day that the aliens will take over

— ALISON WONDERLAND #blacklivesmatter (@awonderland) July 4, 2020

Fuck the 4th #AbolishICE

— KITTENS (@iamKITTENS) July 4, 2020

Social media got people extra stupid today

Post #1 “How can you celebrate when children are locked in cages???”

Followed immediately by

Post #2 *Literally celebrating with mad people getting wasted partying* “Happy 4th!!!

”

What the fuck is wrong w y’all?????

— KITTENS (@iamKITTENS) July 5, 2020

happy 4th of arrest the cops who killed breonna taylor

— GRL GANG (@WEAREGRLGANG) July 4, 2020

Fuck all the negativity in the EDM scene rn. Happy 4th of July

I hope you guys have an amazing day!

— CARBIN (@CarbinOfficial) July 4, 2020

Today instead of celebrating the 4th of July, I’m gonna listen to KID A by Radiohead

— grabbitz (@grabbitz) July 4, 2020

Happy 4th of July, #FansofRR!

: Susan Squibb pic.twitter.com/DxdpYGIkRu

— Red Rocks Park & Amphitheatre (@RedRocksCO) July 4, 2020

if i could celebrate one holiday this year it would be Halloween and Halloween only.

— LICK

(@iamlickx) July 4, 2020

independence day? yeah i love that movie too

— oshi (@oshimakesmusic) July 4, 2020

Happy 4th of July Americans.

— Dr. Ozi (@DrOziOfficial) July 4, 2020

Avicii at ultra 2016. Put it on and enjoy the 4th

— Lost Kings (@wearelostkings) July 5, 2020

Imagine thinking stealing a whole country is something to celebrate

— bleep bloop (@bleepbloopbass) July 4, 2020

One year ago today – together with all of our friends, July 4th in Seattle!

We need to love through music and dance to bring us back together. Remember we are all human beings. Stay safe everyone and enjoy your 4th. We will be together again soon. PROMISE. #amfamfamf pic.twitter.com/HIOVwlccdm

— Tell Your Friends (@AMFAMFAMF) July 4, 2020

This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: EDM Reacts to Fourth of July 2020

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EDM Reacts to Fourth of July 2020

The Fourth of July has come and gone — but the celebrations (or lack thereof) — technically last all weekend long.

However you’re celebrating Fourth of July weekend (or not) — be safe!

Read EDM reacts below.

EDM Twitter On Fourth of July

— medusa out now! – 𝔖𝕽𝖎℥ – BLM (@Griz) July 3, 2020

4th of July is cancelled and here’s why pic.twitter.com/D1N5v3b9E4

— SWARM (@houseofSWARM) July 4, 2020

Dont get me wrong, I hate fun and people who are capable of having fun as much as anybody, but give em a break

— Mat Zo (@Mat_Zo) July 5, 2020

Maybe this is the Independence Day that the aliens will take over

— ALISON WONDERLAND #blacklivesmatter (@awonderland) July 4, 2020

Fuck the 4th #AbolishICE

— KITTENS (@iamKITTENS) July 4, 2020

Social media got people extra stupid today

Post #1 “How can you celebrate when children are locked in cages???”

Followed immediately by

Post #2 *Literally celebrating with mad people getting wasted partying* “Happy 4th!!!

”

What the fuck is wrong w y’all?????

— KITTENS (@iamKITTENS) July 5, 2020

happy 4th of arrest the cops who killed breonna taylor

— GRL GANG (@WEAREGRLGANG) July 4, 2020

Fuck all the negativity in the EDM scene rn. Happy 4th of July

I hope you guys have an amazing day!

— CARBIN (@CarbinOfficial) July 4, 2020

Today instead of celebrating the 4th of July, I’m gonna listen to KID A by Radiohead

— grabbitz (@grabbitz) July 4, 2020

Happy 4th of July, #FansofRR!

: Susan Squibb pic.twitter.com/DxdpYGIkRu

— Red Rocks Park & Amphitheatre (@RedRocksCO) July 4, 2020

if i could celebrate one holiday this year it would be Halloween and Halloween only.

— LICK

(@iamlickx) July 4, 2020

independence day? yeah i love that movie too

— oshi (@oshimakesmusic) July 4, 2020

Happy 4th of July Americans.

— Dr. Ozi (@DrOziOfficial) July 4, 2020

Avicii at ultra 2016. Put it on and enjoy the 4th

— Lost Kings (@wearelostkings) July 5, 2020

Imagine thinking stealing a whole country is something to celebrate

— bleep bloop (@bleepbloopbass) July 4, 2020

One year ago today – together with all of our friends, July 4th in Seattle!

— Tell Your Friends (@AMFAMFAMF) July 4, 2020

This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: EDM Reacts to Fourth of July 2020

from Best DJ Kit https://www.youredm.com/2020/07/05/edm-reacts-fourth-of-july-2020/

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bluebuzzmusic · 4 years

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EDM Reacts to Fourth of July 2020

The Fourth of July has come and gone — but the celebrations (or lack thereof) — technically last all weekend long.

However you’re celebrating Fourth of July weekend (or not) — be safe!

Read EDM reacts below.

EDM Twitter On Fourth of July

— medusa out now! – 𝔖𝕽𝖎℥ – BLM (@Griz) July 3, 2020

4th of July is cancelled and here’s why pic.twitter.com/D1N5v3b9E4

— SWARM (@houseofSWARM) July 4, 2020

Dont get me wrong, I hate fun and people who are capable of having fun as much as anybody, but give em a break

— Mat Zo (@Mat_Zo) July 5, 2020

Maybe this is the Independence Day that the aliens will take over

— ALISON WONDERLAND #blacklivesmatter (@awonderland) July 4, 2020

Fuck the 4th #AbolishICE

— KITTENS (@iamKITTENS) July 4, 2020

Social media got people extra stupid today

Post #1 “How can you celebrate when children are locked in cages???”

Followed immediately by

Post #2 *Literally celebrating with mad people getting wasted partying* “Happy 4th!!!

”

What the fuck is wrong w y’all?????

— KITTENS (@iamKITTENS) July 5, 2020

happy 4th of arrest the cops who killed breonna taylor

— GRL GANG (@WEAREGRLGANG) July 4, 2020

Fuck all the negativity in the EDM scene rn. Happy 4th of July

I hope you guys have an amazing day!

— CARBIN (@CarbinOfficial) July 4, 2020

Today instead of celebrating the 4th of July, I’m gonna listen to KID A by Radiohead

— grabbitz (@grabbitz) July 4, 2020

Happy 4th of July, #FansofRR!

: Susan Squibb pic.twitter.com/DxdpYGIkRu

— Red Rocks Park & Amphitheatre (@RedRocksCO) July 4, 2020

if i could celebrate one holiday this year it would be Halloween and Halloween only.

— LICK

(@iamlickx) July 4, 2020

independence day? yeah i love that movie too

— oshi (@oshimakesmusic) July 4, 2020

Happy 4th of July Americans.

— Dr. Ozi (@DrOziOfficial) July 4, 2020

Avicii at ultra 2016. Put it on and enjoy the 4th

— Lost Kings (@wearelostkings) July 5, 2020

Imagine thinking stealing a whole country is something to celebrate

— bleep bloop (@bleepbloopbass) July 4, 2020

One year ago today – together with all of our friends, July 4th in Seattle!

— Tell Your Friends (@AMFAMFAMF) July 4, 2020

This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: EDM Reacts to Fourth of July 2020

source https://www.youredm.com/2020/07/05/edm-reacts-fourth-of-july-2020/

#edm #music #music production #music news #edm news

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years

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Rio & Nancy

Rio: You know Rio: If you like, I could sleep with Mr. Tomlinson Rio: Take the heat and shine off you all in one, just ask Nancy: It's a kind offer Nancy: But it's not gonna fix any of the important stuff Nancy: And it's not like you deserve any of what would come from that unholy union Rio: Okay, you could give me names of the worst offenders and I'll sort them out Rio: not in similar fashion to teach, of course Rio: How are you really though, babe? Stupid question but gotta come Nancy: You can't take on half the school, Rio Nancy: If it was that easy I'd still be in London Nancy: Maybe it's a stupid question but I've only got an obvious answer so Rio: Sure I can Rio: Ain't my first rodeo Rio: Is there anything of actual use I can do to make everything not totally shit or? Nancy: Don't be nice to me Nancy: I can't handle it Nancy: And I just re-applied my make-up Rio: You ain't wronged me Rio: along with half the School, like but they LOVE taking shit personal when 10 minutes ago it was Quinn who? Rio: And we've all put our waterproof to the test before Nancy: If it was just her I wouldn't be thinking about leaving Nancy: Tristan literally has half the school on his side and it's not like I can blame him Rio: It's just insecurity Rio: 'cos you're not a total sadcase like the kids she usually works with, can't pick on them for loving on his Ma or swinging at her whatever Rio: he's just taking out his blatant issues about it 'cos he ain't had the chance before Nancy: Am I not? What would you call me? Nancy: Yeah, bit like how I was with his dad Nancy: At least he's got real issues, I've got...imaginary emotions? Or something Rio: Hmm Rio: I might throw hopeless romantic at you if I'm feeling really savage Rio: Nah, they ain't imaginary Rio: How much easier if they were Nancy: Hopeless is right Nancy: But I doubt either Sian or Quinn would call me romantic Nancy: Well, they weren't real. None of it was Rio: Not the fantasy in your head but the feelings were Rio: you can try and discredit them if it helps but in my experience, usually a pointless exercise Rio: but painful enough to feel somewhat fitting of a punishment, right? a start, at the very least Nancy: Ouch. Calling it a fantasy sounds....yeah let's not Nancy: I know you've got a point, that I should have let you make earlier Nancy: God, how did I let myself end up here Nancy: What the hell Rio: Sorry, as if the world wasn't ready to burst your bubble, like Rio: Shit happens Rio: You can't control it Rio: Arguably could've controlled it enough to not get to that point but I ain't got room or desire to judge too harshly Nancy: It's fine, I've heard worse from the world Nancy: I can though. I had been Nancy: Or so I thought Rio: 'Til you didn't Rio: exactly Rio: It's done now, the rumour mill will do it's thing, then you'll be free to deal with the actual mess in your head Nancy: It's his fault Nancy: The prick Nancy: I wouldn't have lost control if he didn't first Rio: Yeah Rio: She sounds devious Rio: Why her, like Nancy: He hates me and so does she Nancy: Match made, like Rio: He doesn't hate you, babe Rio: He's just an idiot Nancy: Okay, he hasn't forgiven me then Nancy: Point is, he's mad at me Rio: At least you've got reason to be mad at him now too, yeah? Rio: Fair fight Nancy: Like I need a reason, he didn't have one Rio: Yeah, not how he sees it though Rio: maybe you can get it all out there now Nancy: He sees things to suit him Nancy: Always has Nancy: Everything about her was right there for him to see before I left and after Rio: Yeah, it's fucked up Nancy: I shouldn't have to spell it out to him, he was right there Rio: I know Rio: I don't think it's like that Rio: like it's still shitty Rio: but it's not like, love Rio: he ain't like that, if nothing else, thank fuck, yeah Nancy: It doesn't make me feel any better Nancy: There's always girls around him, he didn't need to get with her Nancy: All their friends remember, they tagged me, so he can't have forgotten what she's like and everything she did Rio: He looked wasted Rio: in her photos Nancy: Lesbian or not, I know if he was that wasted he wouldn't have been able to get it up for her Nancy: It's not an excuse Rio: Let's not think about the logisitics Rio: it's not personal, physical reactions Nancy: You can say that, it doesn't matter to you Nancy: If he's so mad at me for moving to Dublin he shouldn't sleep with one of the main reasons why I had to Rio: Have you said this to him yet? Nancy: Fuck no Nancy: And I'm not going to Nancy: He knows what she did, he didn't stop it, whatever I didn't ask him to, but he still had a front row seat Nancy: She made sure everyone did Rio: Wouldn't it make you feel better, to rip him a new one? Nancy: Not really Nancy: I've tried enough times before Nancy: And she's the least of my worries now that half this school hates me and the other half loves me in a way I don't want, ever Rio: I can hear the threesome offers from here Rio: Ugh Nancy: Like, I get it, I'm a cliche, let me list the ways for you but then go away Rio: Keeps your inbox fun and fresh, I guess? Rio: Is it gonna be hate or love, know the feeling Nancy: I haven't even asked how you are! Nancy: Letting myself down in all the ways Rio: Oh God, same old, same old, no need to depress yourself further Nancy: Not to be like my brother and his (lack of) coping mechanisms yet again, but can we go out? Nancy: I'm over being staring at my walls or my phone crying or trying not to Rio: 'Course Rio: you're allowed to drown your sorrows at least 3 more times 'fore I'm calling you out on the parallels Rio: Anywhere with cheap drinks and GRL POWER bops? Nancy: Anywhere that my haters won't be Nancy: Because now I've called them haters which is the WORST thing Rio: 😂 Rio: May as well call 'em motivators whilst you're at it and be done with it Nancy: Sounded like a soundbite from my mum's mouth Nancy: That's the last straw. I wanna die Rio: Not before you've got a 'round in Nancy: If you come and help me not look how I feel then I'll owe you so many drinks Nancy: You'll be able to get as drunk as Buster, fuck everything up too Rio: I do owe you for the time I shamelessly stole your wardrobe so Nancy: You're literally trying to remind me and I still don't remember Nancy: So you're fine Rio: Still omw Rio: I've rocked many a makeover in my time, though it's been a while since any of 'em but Grace would let me 😂 Nancy: I have no energy to fight you Nancy: And can't look worse than I do right now Nancy: The bar is low low low Rio: Slap some cucumbers on those puffy eyes Nancy: Excuse me mum I need to take those from your water really quick, babe Nancy: 👌 Rio: When plain old water just ain't hydrating enough Nancy: @ my dehydrated but still crying self Rio: Dry it up, babe Rio: Gotta at least arrive at the club semi put together Nancy: Are they gonna let me in? Nancy: I can't do any more humiliation today Rio: Of course, you're nearly 18 anyway Rio: they let Indie in, you're fine Nancy: Tell it to Sian Nancy: And the powers that be so they don't sack her Rio: 😑 Nancy: If we're going out you need to work on your poker face Rio: I'm sorry but I'm not gonna cry for her, babe Nancy: You sound like the rumor mill Nancy: none of this is her fault Rio: Mm, she could've done more about it Nancy: She didn't know about it, what could she do? Rio: You reckon? Rio: She's a married woman and you probably weren't that subtle Nancy: You're talking to me not my brother Nancy: I can be subtle Nancy: I've had years of practice Rio: Not with love and shit Rio: No offence but you know it's true Nancy: Yes with love and shit Nancy: She didn't know until I wanted her to Rio: Okay Nancy: You don't believe me, do you? Rio: No but there's no need to push the issue Rio: you can't know either way now Rio: but they won't sack her Nancy: You should Nancy: You say I can't, but I do know, 'cause I've been over every moment in my head Nancy: I wish she did know, before, and she felt the same as I do but that's not gonna happen Rio: Yeah, and every time you go over it, the memory changes Rio: Sorry but you're not a trusted source on this Rio: especially 'cos you still wish that Nancy: I know Nancy: I can't just stop loving her Nancy: Everyone wants me to, even her, but I don't know how to Rio: Yeah Rio: Time, that's about all that'll do it Rio: or someone else Nancy: Did time work for you? 'Cause been there tried the second option already Rio: 'Course Rio: heals all wounds don't you know Nancy: I can't say I do know that yet Nancy: I'm still angry and hurt about Chloe and Buster so Rio: That's allowed Rio: got a decent amount of time left on both before people are eye-rolling Nancy: You think? It's been years since I left Nancy: I should be over it Rio: Nah Rio: she's still the same bitch Rio: why should you try and be above it Nancy: 'Cause I came here to change Nancy: So I shouldn't be the same bitch Nancy: It's pathetic, right? Rio: No, 'cos you weren't the bitch to begin with Rio: You don't need to change Nancy: if the alternative is this Nancy: i want to Nancy: I hate this Rio: Okay Rio: How do you wanna be? Rio: Let's make it happen Nancy: where to start, like Rio: You tell me, babe Nancy: My extensive wardrobe doesn't include a chastity belt so I'm gonna need more self control Nancy: Any ideas? Nancy: Not an app for building that as far as I know Rio: Hmm, idk Rio: could get yourself on tinder, the awfulness of people looking for a quick hookup will do wonders for your sex drive Nancy: Lord Nancy: That's a scarily good idea Nancy: Anywhere where straight guys exist in numbers Rio: The club will be the IRL embodiment so tonight is your lucky night Nancy: Luck isn't on my side lately but i've got nothing to lose Rio: That's the spirit Rio: Might as well put all your chips down now Nancy: Keep my phone for me later? Drunk dialing Quinn at the end isn't gonna work out the way it did at the start Rio: Not yet anyway Rio: Time, yeah? Rio: You take mine, swapsies Nancy: Likely not ever Nancy: You didn't see her Nancy: But sure, your phone camera gets me Rio: Never say never Rio: unless it's your married teacher Nancy: Don't give me undeserved hope Rio: I dunno Rio: It's not like you were married, you know Rio: or you properly cheated Nancy: Yeah but that's only because I didn't have the chance Nancy: I was still thinking about Sian most of the time Nancy: That's gotta hurt Rio: Bit insulting, yeah Rio: I wouldn't go back but maybe she liked you Rio: Either way, don't think there's anything you can do to make ammends rn so Nancy: She told me she liked me Nancy: And because I'm the worst human I didn't stop it Rio: Hardly Nancy: You're too nice to kick me when I'm down Rio: I ain't Rio: And I ain't above using someone for my own shit, not many are Nancy: I'm just as bad as him Nancy: Fucking twinning Rio: Different sins Rio: If you're gonna make like him, try not to give a shit about it, right? Take the perks with it Nancy: If only Nancy: At least he didn't like Chloe and use her anyway Nancy: That's just me and what I'm looking for in a girlfriend Rio: Oh, babe Rio: what a mess Nancy: Help me Nancy: Should I just go back to London or? Rio: Hmm, I don't know Rio: It'd maybe hurt less to not see either of them Rio: but you'd be more alone Rio: but, either way, it's a year and you're out of both Nancy: I don't know either Nancy: I wanna see them both so much and that's why I shouldn't be near either of them, right? Nancy: But June will murder me if I leave and I'll murder Buster if I have to share a house with him all the time again Nancy: Summer was Nancy: Oh God Rio: You're not a monster, you're allowed to feel that Rio: You aren't going to do anything else, the mistakes have been made, you're on learning time Rio: I can't really see London working, to be honest Rio: It'd be a step back, more than all...this Nancy: Yeah. I don't love it there. Closer to being at home here by far Nancy: I know I'm just scared to stay Nancy: But I need to girl up and stick it out, like Rio: Yeah Rio: We're all here Rio: that's a good % of the school pop so fuck it Nancy: 😂 real Nancy: be on your way faster 'cause whatever is closest or coldest in this fridge is being opened now Rio: 👍 Rio: Had to sort my own self but I'm in my car Rio: not looking a total state now, welcome Nancy: teach me how to make cocktails so I can make new friends? Rio: Ooh Rio: Fun Rio: Grandad gonna be pissed off but deal, old man Nancy: sorry but I need the gays to protect me now, granddad I can't wait for you to come over and be fabulous Rio: I'll invite some of my gay friends if you want Rio: not a hoe you out vibe Nancy: They'll back right off when they sense my 💔 so bring whoever you want Rio: See who's about and up for it Rio: first though, some tlc Nancy: If you bring a boy you like I'll promise not to gag Nancy: Or cry Rio: Trust, there are no boys making me gag or cry atm Nancy: Gross Rio: 😂 Nancy: And I assume disappointing? 🤔 Is that the goal, penis so big it almost kills you or? Rio: Oh honey 😏 Rio: I don't believe for a sec you're so 💔 that you're ready for the lowdown on the d Nancy: Trying to talk about you and your interests since I haven't shut up about me Rio: Sweet Rio: Maybe when I'm drunker myself I'll tell you all about it Nancy: Yeah? Nancy: So there's stuff to tell Nancy: Knew it Rio: Nahhhhhhh Rio: Not my own personal penis Rio: just the basics Nancy: Like basic teenage boys from your street or Ann Summer's basic range? Nancy: Either way, do better if I have to live through you Rio: Damn Rio: Pressure weren't real enough already, like 😜 Rio: Ma like, where's those grandkids @ Nancy: Like she wouldn't come at me with the same question Rio: We're all slacking Rio: for shame Nancy: Wait until she hears about my celibacy Nancy: Sorry auntie Nancy: I gotta do what I gotta do Rio: 'til you 👀 some cuties in the cloob Nancy: I'm giving myself to god Nancy: she's a babe Nancy: full nun mode activated Rio: You talking about Ariana Grande? Nancy: Never Nancy: I've got enough drama in my life without fancying a straight celeb Rio: Celebs don't count Rio: ask anyone, free pass, like Rio: off chance she's out in dubo tonight Nancy: It's 🌈 icons or nothing Nancy: But it's nothing, obviously Nancy: feel free to hit her up yourself though Rio: Picky Rio: I'm good tho, not really my type either Nancy: I could make a bunny joke but we don't need to get back into the Ann Summer's shelves Rio: Don't we? Rio: Celibacy ain't gon' be easy babe Nancy: I've done it before Nancy: First girlfriend, remember Rio: Pringle rules Nancy: Never say that again Nancy: Touches too much of a nerve, which in itself sounds dirty so Rio: 😂 Nancy: Don't laugh at me Nancy: Why did I have to ruin my life? Nancy: 😭 Rio: You had to know, yeah? Nancy: But I should've known anyway Rio: You'd always have a what if Nancy: Yeah but I've just swapped one for another 'cause now Quinn's a what if instead Rio: She's a has been now Rio: in the nicest possible way Nancy: Ouch Rio: Not a never ever though Nancy: Safe to assume Nancy: I wouldn't have me back Rio: Yeah but you're living up to your name rep rn Nancy: ? Rio: A negative Nancy Rio: sure that's not old Nancy: I was going on the McKenna part and I was like, how insulting is this gonna get? Rio: Too real for tonight Nancy: Too real for this month Rio: I'll allow it Nancy: Oh god, I'm gonna have to change all my birthday plans Nancy: Don't let me think about that Rio: Yeah, don't Rio: we'll sort something Rio: but I'm here Rio: pour me a drink and lemme in Nancy: 👌👌 Nancy: Excuse mum and dad's scowls Rio: 😬 Rio: Should I move my car lads Nancy: Back to the 24 and away from my bad influence I'm sure they'd say right now Nancy: not a direct quote Rio: I'll chat 'em round Rio: parents love me Nancy: 😏 Rio: Rude! Nancy: Hey, I'm preparing you for the kind of quality banter you'll have to get used to hearing if you hang around me Rio: Alright, the craic starts here Rio: deal with it, 'rents Nancy: 💚🍀

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