#i heary girls

[zuiperpips]

Sing with me! 🎵

then they kissed

[madpenfan]

So my boyfriend and I saw a couple get engaged in front of us at a hockey game and this is the convo that happened after

Him: I could never propose here I would be so scared I would lose the ring

Me, genuinely curious: then what would you do instead

Him: I haven’t figured that out yet

Me:

Him:

Me:

[yawneneteyam]

gorgeous (5) — sunset and vine.

— GORGEOUS, an avatar smau ( by yawneneteyam )

— gorgeous, sunset and vine !

"I hate that you don't look bad" y/n sighed as she opened the door to the main entrance. she didn't wait for a response before trudging back towards the staircase. neteyam chuckled before following her.

"if it means anything, I think you look great," he took in her messy hair and flushed face.

"yeah the dressing gown is a really good look," y/n rolled her eyes. it was a pale blue with small white flowers over it. neteyam envied how soft it looked.

y/n's dorm room was one of the closest to the stairs, so she was happy that she didn't have to walk anymore- neteyam was too. neteyam coughed into his fist as y/n opened her front door.

"this is it," it was small, cozy, "nothing special," she sniffed.

"it's nice!" neteyam shrugged his backpack off his right shoulder putting it by the door.

eventually, they both got on y/n's bed and got out their laptops and books. they were both slow to start on their work, too eager to speak with each other. it was approaching the late afternoon when they called for a break.

"have you taken any medicine today?" neteyam asked, clearing his throat. y/n noticed that he was frequently checking in on her, even though he sounded worse than her. neteyam was too caring and prideful for his own good.

"yeah, this morning" y/n nodded, stretching her arms above her head. He watched as the candle sitting on her window sill flickered and hit her skin just right in the darkness. the sun was beginning to go down. "I should probably take some more," y/n sniffed, getting up from her spot in bed.

"I can put a movie on or something if you want?" she pulled out a packet of cold and flu tablets. "Or a tv show?" neteyam knew he could stay for much longer, his mom and dad would expect him home for dinner- but he couldn't say no to her.

"yeah," He nodded, "yeah, we can do that"

neteyam was slow to lay himself down on her bed, but when y/n giggled at his apprehensiveness, he laid down quickly with a roll of his eyes. she offered him some medicine, he declined saying he would be fine. y/n knew he was being stubborn and prideful. so she slipped her spare packet into his backpack with a sticky note attached to it.

you're too stubborn, take care of yourself! was scrawled onto the post-it, with her snapchat handle written on there too. she crawled back onto her bed, with neteyam holding his laptop, some streaming service on the screen.

they decided on a movie. quiet chatter between them as the movie played. the sun how now set and neteyam had fallen asleep. y/n closed the lid of his laptop with a smile. she put all of his books back into his bag with the rest of his things. she could hear his chest rattle as he breathed, with a shake of her head she wished he would watch after himself better.

— gorgeous, sunset and vine !

y/n let neteyam sleep for a little while before waking him up. "nete, you've gotta get up- it's getting late," she whispered. neteyam began to slowly stir, a few coughs breaking away from his mouth. he was quick to cover his mouth, realising how close she was to him- mumbling a quick and embarrassed apology.

"what time is it?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"around seven?" she wasn't entirely sure to be honest.

"shit," he rubbed his eyes, "I better get home before my mom starts to worry,"

"I'll walk you downstairs,"

"yeah just let me pack up my-" he paused, realising his stuff had already been put away for him, "thanks y/n,"

"it's okay," she shrugged, trying her best to not shyly avert her gaze to the ground. y/n took off her dressing gown to walk neteyam downstairs, knowing most of the girls would be downstairs for dinner.

"thank you for coming Neteyam," y/n noticed a few girls eyeing neteyam from behind her.

"always, I'll send you my half of what I did," he smiled.

"yeah cool, whenever you can"

"still good to sit with each other on Tuesday?" he covered his mouth as he coughed again. y/n winced, hearing the crackle of his chest.

"yeah if you haven't died," she playfully nudged him, "go home and rest,"

"I was but some girl made me come to her dorm," he smirked.

"oh whatever," she rolled her eyes, opening the door for him. "get out then," y/n chuckled, lighting pushing him outside.

"I will," he smiled, "night y/n, go to sleep early,"

"take your own advice for once yeah?" she crossed her arms. he watched her as she leant against the doorframe, her hair was sitting perfectly- he wished that she could see how beautiful she looked.

"yeah, sure" he nod

— gorgeous, sunset and vine ! I seriously couldn't help and not make Jamie towa'an its just so funny to me???????? I am actually hilarious. okay here's the fifth part, more progression between y/n and Neteyam <3 also the little speech bubble without an arrow shape was y/n thoughts!!!!! let me know what you want to see in these, etc. all the love!!!

[neteyamsoare]

NSFW headcanons ➳ Ronal.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Ronal x Male! Avatar/Na’vi! Omatikaya! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Anonymous Request. Ronal NSFW headcannons??? + alphabet.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. 18+ (explicit content & language).

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Softdom!reader, sub!ronal, mention of oral — fem receiving and male receiving, mentions of p in v, lmk if I missed anything and this might be bad so do know that I indeed warned you beforehand.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 1,2k.

༉‧₊˚. Notes. First time doing this so please go easy on me. I hope you like it. When I get better at writing smut, will come back and redo this. | By the way, if you didn't know, I'm doing a sleepover event, you can find the link down below.

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

༉‧₊˚. Starred Links. Navigation + Masterlist + Prompts + Taglist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

°˖➴ You would give her a soft massage after cleaning her up and after you would bring her some food and water. You wouldn’t allow her to lift a finger so you feed her and when she is done, you lay down with her bringing her into your arms and cuddling whispering sweet words into her ear.

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

°˖➴ Her favorite body part of hers is her thighs, especially when it’s bucking against your head as you suck on her clit with two fingers thrusting in her.

Her favorite body parts of yours is your hands, she loves when you wrap your big strong arms around her and hold her. Especially when you’re going down on her, she loves when you place your hands on her hips as you plunged into her.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

°˖➴ Ronal loves when you either cum in her mouth or cum inside of her, she loves the way you taste and loves to savor it which turns you on quite a bit. She also would be ready to carry your baby 

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

°˖➴ Before the two of you got together, you would spend some nights in her marui pod and when she knew you were deep asleep, she would masturbate making sure she stayed quiet to not wake you up. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

°˖➴ When the two of you met, Ronal knew the original way of how she and her people knew how to do it but when you came along, you taught her the way people on earth would do it. While she was teaching you the way of the water, you taught her how to get really freaky.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

°˖➴ Her favorite position is missionary because she loves to keep eye contact with you as you thrust deeper into her core making her dig her nails into your back which made her happy to know other females would see those scratches and know that you’re hers.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

°˖➴ She loves to tease and get you riled up so you can really give it to her rough.

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

°˖➴ Ronal takes good care of herself, she is well trimmed down there. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

°˖➴ Ronal only has sex with someone she feels love for like she just knows you’re the right person for her. Sex is something serious for her especially as it’s a very sacred thing done between mates and shouldn’t be taken lightly. She loves the sight of you eating her pussy while keeping eye contact as her hand is gripping your hair, it turns her on so much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

°˖➴ When you’re away on a hunting trip, she would go into her hut, close the drapes for privacy, make her way to her mat with one of your loincloth and finger herself as she sniffs in your scent waiting for your arrival.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

°˖➴ Breeding Kink — she just love the thought of you filling her up with your seed. 

°˖➴ Praise Kink — “You’re such a good girl..” “You’re taking me so well, baby…” Hearing you praise her like that turns her on so much. The first time it happened, she tried hiding it but her cunt clenching around your cock gave her away. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

°˖➴ She loves doing it in the privacy of your home so there would be no interruptions as you go down on her.

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

°˖➴ What turns her on is when you would talk dirty to her especially when you lean in and whisper all the things you want to do to her once you get home.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

°˖➴ Ronal would never do something you’re not okay with and it applies to you as well. Sex is better when you both are comfortable.

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

°˖➴ She loves receiving but also love giving. When it was her first time giving you head, she was nervous because she never did anything like it with anyone so you talked her through it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

°˖➴ As she rides your cock, she’d start off nice and slow, grinding against your hips and when she’s ready, she will pick up the pace. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

°˖➴ Ronal is very patient, she would rather wait til the both of you get some alone time and you can both take time on pleasuring the other.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

°˖➴ She’s a strong warrior but also very serious so one day you make a joke about how she would never take such a dirty risk out in public and she proves you wrong.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

°˖➴ She can go for as many rounds as you want. She wants you to feel as pleased as she does. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

°˖➴ She’d much rather the real thing. Why would she need toys when she got you to please her?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

°˖➴ When the two of you would get into an argument, Ronal would taunt you whenever you were in eyesight of her, whether it was she would purposely drop something and bend down to get it giving you a peek of her wet cunt 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

°˖➴ She would let out soft moans in your ear as you stretch her out. Those soft moans do get louder when she gets near her release.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

°˖➴ Ronal loves taking walks with you, she loves to wrap her tail around your waist.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

°˖➴ Ronal has a skinny stomach, small breasts, a small ass, and some thickness in her thighs. You love to take your time and really appreciate all there is to her body because it’s truly a breathtaking sight.

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

°˖➴ When she sees you giving orders to the warriors, it’s truly a sight to see how strong and powerful you are that as soon as you’re done talking, she’s whisking you away to your shared hut so she can show you just how much you turn her on.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

°˖➴ She would fall asleep while you massage her body which points back to why she loves your hands, your hands were like magic to her as they would slowly massage each part of her body.

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[spicyclover]

All the things you said | part three

Summary: A big dinner is organized by Charles to bring together some pilots and their wives, girlfriends, sister and friends. Everyone enjoys the evening until a topic of conversation leads to dark revelations. What secrets will be revealed?

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

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Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

WARNING: mention of SU*C*DE WARNING !R@PE! TOUGH CONTENT, BE AWARE!

If you are struggling. Please get help. You are loved, and your life is valued. Even if you don’t see it, you are loved. 

DISCLAIMER:  This story is fiction and has no correlation with reality. All site names making acts, violence or any other type of aggression are used for artistic purposes, and they did not commit those acts.

You let the water go in, and suddenly, all the scary parts disappear. The explosion in your head fades away, and you’re not scared anymore. You find it relatively peaceful. Very peaceful. 

Strangely, you’re dreaming. Him with you. On a boat. Feeling the breeze in your hair. The warm sun on your skin. His light touches on your thigh. His breath on your neck. His lips are on your breast. You’re daydreaming. Are you? Is your mind trying to ease the pain in your heart? Is it even the day? 

Then. You open your eyes. You try to scream, but your head is under the water. You feel weak but strong. Sick but healthy. Chaos but at peace. You can feel your body wiggling, but your mind is different. No one can hurt you. Quietly, your eyelids become heavy again, and what a moment ago hurt you now makes you well.

The water fills your lungs, and you sink more and more into the darkness. Nobody seems to pull you up. The seconds pass, but you no longer find the courage to go out. The bathtub disappears, and you find yourself in the sea. In a warm and welcoming sea. An infinity of blue. An infinity of sweetness. The noises are only deaf sounds, and you feel your brain more and more calm. The sun’s rays pass through the water, and you move further and further away from it. Your eyelids become more and more stretched.

Then you see beautiful blue eyes through the water. No fair. You can’t reach them but can’t stop staring at those ocean-blue eyes. Suddenly, you feel scared. Scared to leave those ocean eyes. You’re afraid, and you’re drowning under the waves of words you haven’t said to them, to you. 

You try to fight back this peaceful state, but darkness is an easier path than light. Suddenly the silence suffocates you, and you miss the sound surrounding you. 

Then came darkness...

When you leave the apartment, Sebastian watches Charles running after you. He can’t believe what has happened. He doesn’t want to consider it. How could he? He sees and goes to the door, and Charles is defeated on the ground. He passes by without a look and takes the elevator. 

You have always been a fragile child. Even when you were a child. You were always this little fragile and precious porcelain doll. You’ve never been afraid of anything growing up. Sebastian always loved to see you grow up with him. Despite your age difference, he always considered you his little sister. The little one who needs to be protected from everything and at any cost. Knowing that you are suffering so much hurts him.

In the elevator, the ride seems long and endless, his thoughts wandering toward your shared memories. He remembers many summers spent in the countryside. At your grandparents' meadow, there was a vast field with a few horses grazing on the fresh grass. He remembers that beautiful-eyed little girl running in his direction.

You had dirt all over your clothes. Your hair was braided, and he still remembers the grass sticking in it. He remembers your laughter, which lit up the prairie thousands of miles away. Hearing you laugh has always been his favourite thing about you. Lost, it’s only when the doors open that he remembers he has to go looking for you. He runs through the night towards your apartment.

Charles is devastated. Everything he tried to build with you has just broken in a moment. He feels lonely and ashamed. He wants you to know how much he loves you. How much you mean to him. How much you have become the center of his universe.

Before you, there was racing, and that was it. When you entered his life. It was as if you had lit the dormant fire in him. You have extinguished the flame since the death of his best companion, his father. You have given meaning to this quest. The stakes are not won but won for you.

He still remembers the first time he saw you. You were with Sebastian. He was showing you around the Ferrari factory, showing you the different facilities, different parts. You were so captivated by his words, and your eyes were shining like stars in the sky. 

He remembers the moment when your eyes landed on him. The smile you had, and the dress you wore and the clip in your hair. He counts you. Unable to say anything. Captivated by your beauty.

“Hi, I’m Y/n.” You said in your beautiful voice. 

He stuttered and blushed heavily. You laughed gently before putting your lips on each of his cheeks. He likes a kiss, and no, he likes your kisses. 

A hand falls on his shoulder, and he sees Pierre. Tears in his eyes prevent him from distinguishing himself perfectly, but he recognizes his friend.

“Don’t worry. She’ll come back.” He says softly. Taking him by the shoulders to lift him up and bring him back to the apartment. 

The others are still there. Confused and shaken, no one speaks. Silence reigns in the room, and no one knows what to say. Charles opens the patio door and leaves the fresh night air in the room. The city slowly began to calm down, and he heard the waves regularly hitting the harbour.

Daniel gets up and gets rid of the table. Putting this party away may make us forget the events that occurred. Heidi and Kelly help him while the others put orders in the apartment. No one dares to go to see Charles.

The hour passes quickly, and some decide to leave. They quickly greet the last remaining. Pierre observes his friend, who has not moved, and still looks at the sea.

It’s only when Charles' phone starts ringing that he looks away. He calmly enters the room and answers.

“Hello?” 

To be continued... 

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[homomenhommes]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … April 8

1898 – C.M. Bowra, (Sir Cecil Maurice Bowra), English scholar, born (d.1971); was an English classical scholar and academic, known for his wit. He was Warden of Wadham College, Oxford, from 1938 to 1970, and served as Vice-Chancellor of the University of Oxford from 1951 to 1954. His many books include A Book of Russian Verse, The Creative Experiment, Classical Greek and The Oxford Book of Greek Verse. Given his appearances in A.L. Rowse's Homosexuals in History, the title of Bowra's most famous book, The Greek Experience, takes on new meaning.

Born in China of English parents, Bowra travelled extensively during his childhod and teen years, and won a scholarship to Oxford. Bowra trained with the OTC in Oxford, before being called up and sent to the Royal Army Cadet School in March 1917.

Bowra served in the Royal Field Artillery, on active service in France from September 1917. In 1917, he saw action at Passchendaele and Cambrai, and in 1918 participated in resistance to the Ludendorff Offensive and the following allied counter-offensive. During this time he continued to read widely, including Greek and Latin authors.

Bowra was left with a lifelong hatred of war and military strategists, to an extent that he seldom mentioned the war afterwards. Bowra later told Cyril Connolly, "Whatever you hear about the war, remember it was far worse: inconceivably bloody - nobody who wasn't there can imagine what it was like."

Anthony Powell wrote that Bowra's wartime experiences "played a profound part in his thoughts and inner life", and records that when a cruise ship on which they were travelling held a ceremony to place a wreath in the sea as it passed the Dardanelles, Bowra was so affected that he retired to his cabin. Following the Second World War he would be accommodating to returning servicemen who wished to study at Oxford, telling one applicant who was worried about his deficiency in Latin, "No matter, War Service counts as Latin."

As an undergraduate in 1920s Oxford, Bowra was fashionably homosexual, and was known to cruise for sex. He used the term 'the Homintern' (see below) applying it to himself and his circle of friends, and privately referred to his leading position in that, or 'The Immoral Front' or 'the 69th International'.

In 1922, he was elected a Fellow of Wadham College, Oxford, with the support of the Professor of Greek, Gilbert Murray. When Murray vacated his chair in 1936, believed that he was most likely to succeed his patron. Murray however, recommended another. Some believed that the reason was a whispering campaign over Bowra's "real or imagined homosexuality".

In 1938 the Wardenship of Wadham fell vacant and Bowra was elected to the post, keeping it until 1970. In his long career as an Oxford don, Bowra had contact with a considerable portion of the English literary world, either as students or as colleagues. The character of Mr Samgrass in Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisited is said to be modelled on Bowra.

Bowra retired in 1970, but continued to live in rooms in the college, which were granted to him in exchange for a house he owned. He died of a sudden heart attack the following year,

The wit of C.M. Bowra:

"My dear, buggers can't be choosers." (explaining his engagement to Audrey Beecham, a "plain girl" niece of the conductor)

"Buggery was invented to fill that awkward hour between evensong and cocktails."

"I expect to pass through this world but once and therefore if there is anybody I want to kick in the crotch I had better kick them in the crotch now, for I do not expect to pass this way again."

"With one or two exceptions, colleges expect their players of games to be reasonably literate."

"Splendid couple - slept with both of them", (on hearing of the marriage of a well-known literary pair).

"My dear, in Oxford I am known by my face", (allegedly after being caught skinny-dipping in the River Cherwell and placing his hands over his face rather than his privates)

c.1928* – Fred Ebb was a musical theatre lyricist (d.2004) who had many successful collaborations with composer John Kander.

Born in Manhattan to a Jewish family, Ebb worked during the early 1950s bronzing baby shoes and as a trucker's assistant, and he also was employed in a department store credit office and at a hosiery company while trying his hand at several musicals, mostly unsuccessfully.

Music publisher Tommy Valando introduced Ebb to Kander in 1962. After a few songs such as My Coloring Book, Kander and Ebb wrote a stage musical, Golden Gate, that was never produced. However, Harold Prince hired them for their first professional production, the musical Flora the Red Menace. Although it won star Liza Minnelli a Tony Award, the show closed quickly.

Their second collaboration, Cabaret, was considerably more successful, running for nearly three years. Based on the John Van Druten play I Am a Camera (which, in turn, was based on the writing of Christopher Isherwood), the musical won eight of the 11 Tony Awards for which it was nominated, including Best Musical and Best Score. Adapted into a film by Bob Fosse, it won numerous Academy Awards, though not Best Picture.

Chicago (1975) had mixed reviews but ran for more than two years. The show did not seriously resurface until 1996, when it was revived as part of the Encores! series. A huge hit, the minimalist production transferred to Broadway and is still running. Chicago has also been running in the West End for ten years. A film version was eventually produced (in 2002) and won Best Picture at the Academy Awards.

In 1977, Kander and Ebb worked again with Liza Minnelli and Martin Scorsese in the film New York, New York, which had them write what is perhaps their best-known song, the title track. The team's musical adaptation of Kiss of the Spider Woman opened in 1993, starring Chita Rivera. The show ran for more than two years and won them their third and last Tony Award for best score.

Ebb died of a heart attack at his home in New York City on September 11, 2004.

Despite the 'polymorphous perverse' nature of their shows, both Kander and Ebb were reticent about discussing their homosexuality, preferring to let the songs speak for themselves but in 2003, Kander (who has lived for 26 years with one man, a choreographer and teacher) implicitly addressed rumours concerning the nature of his non-professional relations with Ebb by describing the latter to interviewer Jeffrey Tallmer as 'his 40-year partner in creativity but never in domesticity, much less romance.'

*Fred Ebb's actual birth year is a source of mystery and confusion but is somewhere between 1928 and 1936.

1943 – Michael Bennett (d.1987) was an American musical theater director, writer, choreographer, and dancer. He won seven Tony Awards for his choreography and direction of Broadway shows and was nominated for an additional eleven.

Bennett choreographed Promises, Promises, Follies and Company. In 1976, he won the Tony Award for Best Direction of a Musical and the Tony Award for Best Choreography for the Pulitzer Prize-winning phenomenon A Chorus Line. Bennett, under the aegis of producer Joseph Papp, created A Chorus Line based on a precedent-setting workshop process which he pioneered. He also directed and co-choreographed Dreamgirls with Michael Peters.James Kirkwood, co-author of A Chorus Line, lashed out at the show's creator, director, and choreographer: "Michael would do anything--anything--to get a show on. The cruelty was extensive. And not just in his professional life. He was amoral."

The charismatic Bennett was a lover of men and women; his two primary heterosexual relationships were stormy, first with wife Donna McKechnie (wed December 1976, divorced four months later) then with Sabine Cassel, whom he promised to wed but did not.

His relationships with men were less publicized, but they included long relationships with dancers Larry Fuller, Scott Pearson, Richard Christopher, and Gene Pruitt, his last lover.

Born Michael Bennett DiFiglia in Buffalo, New York, young Mickey was a child prodigy of dance. He dropped out of high school at the age of 16 to join a touring company of Jerome Robbins' West Side Story. Robbins was to become one of his principal influences.

Bennett made his Broadway debut as a dancer in Subways Are for Sleeping (1961), but he soon realized that he had a greater talent for choreography than for dancing. Bennett's first solo assignment as a choreographer was on A Joyful Noise (1966).

Working with Harold Prince on Stephen Sondheim's Company (1970) and Follies (1971) led him to decide that he wanted to be a director as well as a choreographer.

Bennett's dream was realized when he was called in to save Seesaw (1973). He agreed to take over the show on the condition that he would have creative control of the production. He ultimately received credit (and Tony nominations) as librettist, director and co-choreographer.

The process of taking over this ailing show on the road, just six months before it was scheduled to open, convinced Bennett that the standard way of developing musicals—rehearsals, out-of-town tryouts, previews, and opening—was no longer efficient. He came up with a better plan.

Bennett decided to do a show about the lives of dancers, but rather than commission a script he let the story-line evolve from the experiences of real dancers. After conducting hours of interviews with Broadway gypsies, Bennett began an unprecedented year of workshops at Joseph Papp's Public Theatre.

The result was A Chorus Line (1975). A risk all the way around, the show opened without stars and ran two hours and 10 minutes without an intermission. Bennett received credit as director, co-producer, co-author, and co-choreographer.

While Applause (1970) is considered the first Broadway musical to introduce an openly gay character, Bennett is responsible for the second and third appearances of homosexual characters. Seesaw features David, a gay choreographer, and A Chorus Line introduced audiences to Paul and Greg, gay dancers. Many have criticized the bisexual Bennett for the fact that neither character is finally chosen for the chorus line, thus maintaining the myth that all working actors are heterosexual.

Inadvertently, Bennett was to provide the New York Shakespeare Festival with the bulk of its income for many years. As one of the producers of A Chorus Line, the Public Theatre earned approximately $37,800,000 from Bennett's landmark production.

In January 1985 Bennett abandoned the almost completed musical Scandal, which he had been evolving through an extended series of workshops. Many observers felt this to be Bennett's strongest work, with few understanding the toll that alcohol, drugs, and a weakened immune system had taken on this genius of the theater.

When Michael Bennett died on July 2, 1987 at the age of 44 of AIDS-related lymphoma, he left a sizable portion of his estate to funding research to fight the AIDS epidemic.

1945 – Dennis Peron, born in the Bronx, New York, is a gay American medical cannabis and LGBT activist and businessman who was the figurehead for the legality of cannabis throughout the 1990s influencing many in California and thus changing the political debate of marijuana in the United States.

He grew up on Long Island, served in the Air Force in Vietnam and moved to The Castro, San Francisco, where he sold cannabis, cofounded the Cannabis Buyers Club, and coauthored California Proposition 215. His marijuana business was busted by authorities in 1978 and 1990. In 1996, Dan Lungren, state attorney general, ordered another bust of Peron's club. Proposition 215 was passed soon thereafter, which allowed the club to reopen. Later in 1996 The Grassroots Party of Minnesota fielded Dennis Peron, as their first Presidential nominee, in the U.S. presidential election. Peron received 5,400 votes. In 1998, Peron ran in the Republican primary for California governor against his rival Lungren (who won the primary and lost the election to Gray Davis).

Peron has voiced support for decriminalization of all marijuana use as he believes the herb is medicinal just as food is and thus should be available to those who want to benefit from it. However it should be noted he did not believe medical use for marijuana was acceptable for kids. Peron opposed California Proposition 19 (2010) because he does not believe that recreational use of marijuana exists and that all people who use marijuana are using it medicinally.

1952 – Clyde Hall is an internationally recognized and acknowledged authority of Native American culture, dance ritual and folkways. Clyde was born and raised in Fort Hall, Idaho and is a Native American of Shoshone/Metis descent.

Clyde was born and raised traditionally by his grandmother, Hazel Truchot, in a one-room log cabin in Fort Hall, Idaho, and has lived on the Reservation most of his life.

During the 1970s and 1980s he was an early-day Native American activist and member of Gay American Indians (GAI) in San Francisco, California–the first Native American group of its kind. He was one of the founders of the contemporary "Two Spirit Movement" of Native American LGBT people. In 1987 he was honored as the first speaker on the Ellipse during the Second National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights. OUT Magazine named Hall one of the OUT 100 in 1999 and, in the year 2000, as one of he 1,000 most influential gay individuals in the U.S. in the 20th century.

In the past, as a career, he served as a park ranger/naturalist in Grand Teton National Park and as a high school teacher and public defender. He served as a Tribal Magistrate Judge (for 19 years) and worked extensively with developing substance abuse programming for the tribe and rewriting the Law and Order Code for the tribe. He specialized in probates during his tenure. He was in private practice as an attorney until 2007.

Hall toured Europe, South America and the U.S. with his dance troupe in the 1970's-1990's as well as speaking engagements and lectures at major universities in the U.S. on Native American traditions and culture. He currently serves as the Executive Director of the Naraya Cultural Preservation Council, (NCPC), a non-profit that is devoted to the preservation of Great Basin/Plateau Tribal cultures, language and sacred sites.

His work has appeared in numerous books including Gay Soul, Living the Spirit, Two Spirit People, and international publications including the German GEO, Der Grüne Zweig and in the U.S. in White Crane Journal among others. He has served as a consultant for many authors and filmmakers including Tom Spanbauer, Will Roscoe, Win Blevins and Kirby Jonas and is a technical advisor on Native American culture for numerous movies and TV programs.

Mr. Hall is one of the ceremonial leaders of the Naraya: A Dance For All People. It's danced for renewal of the People and the Earth, perpetuating the vision of the Dance that people of all races and religions come together to dance under the Tree of Life. He considers the Dance for All People his greatest "life work".

1990 – Died: Ryan White (b.December 6, 1971), an American teenager from Kokomo, Indiana, who became a national poster child for HIV/AIDS in the United States, after being expelled from middle school because of his infection.

Born a hemophiliac, he became infected with HIV from a contaminated blood treatment and, when diagnosed in December 1984, was given six months to live. Doctors said he posed no risk to other students, but AIDS was poorly understood at the time, and when White tried to return to school, many parents and teachers in Kokomo rallied against his attendance.

A lengthy legal battle with the school system ensued, and media coverage of the case made White into a national celebrity and spokesman for AIDS research and public education. He appeared frequently in the media with celebrities such as Elton John, Michael Jackson and Phil Donahue. Surprising his doctors, White lived five years longer than predicted and died in April 1990, one month prior to his high school graduation.

Before White, AIDS was a disease widely associated with the male gay community, because it was first diagnosed among gay men. That perception shifted as White and other prominent HIV-infected people, such as Magic Johnson, the Ray brothers and Kimberly Bergalis, appeared in the media to advocate for more AIDS research and public education to address the epidemic. The U.S. Congress passed a major piece of AIDS legislation, the Ryan White Care Act, shortly after White's death. The Act has been reauthorized twice; Ryan White Programs are the largest provider of services for people living with HIV/AIDS in the United States.

TODAY'S GAY WISDOM:

The Homintern and the Gay Agenda

Homintern was an early term for a supposed conspiracy of gay elites who allegedly controlled the art world. The word is a play on Comintern. What was termed the "homintern" in the mid-twentieth century is now more often described as a "Gay Mafia".

"All the 'artists' with a capital A, the parlor pinks, and the soprano-voiced men are banded together ... I am afraid they are a sabotage front for Uncle Joe Stalin." —Harry S. Truman 1946 "Homosexuality, dope ... immorality in general: these are the enemies of strong societies. That's why the Communists and left-wingers are pushing it." —Richard M. Nixon Watergate tapes 1971

"Homintern" was used in the 1940s and 1950s and appeared in number of popular mass-circulation magazine articles during the 1960s to refer to what was believed by many to be an international cabal of influential gays who, it was asserted, controlled the arts and culture. These magazine articles were often illustrated with the color lavender; sometimes the Homintern was called the lavender conspiracy. It was claimed that there was a secret worldwide network of gay art gallery owners, ballet directors, movie producers, record label executives, and photographers who, behind the scenes, determined who would become successful artists, dancers, actors, and models.

In the 1960s, the majority of gay people had not publicly discussed their sexuality, so homophiles had to use what we today call gaydar to determine who was gay. Since this was sometimes difficult, anyone could potentially be part of "the conspiracy," and even many gay people believed in its existence. It was widely thought among young people that the members of the Homintern all had casting couches, and that it was necessary to sexually submit to the Homintern on these casting couches in order to have a successful career in the arts. It was taken for granted that the Homintern had absolute control of the Hollywood film industry.

It was believed that the Homintern had secret meetings at which they decided on women's fashion design for the coming year.

The term "Homintern" was used in articles even in liberal magazines such as Ramparts. It was frequently used in the conservative magazine National Review. William F. Buckley, Jr. sometimes warned of the machinations of the Homintern on his talk show Firing Line.

It was believed by conservatives that the Homintern deliberately manipulated the culture to encourage homosexuality by promoting camp programs like the popular 1960s TV series Batman.

The tiny minority of influential people who publicly discussed their homosexuality in 1960s - such as Gore Vidal, Truman Capote, John Rechy, and Andy Warhol – were automatically regarded as part of the Homintern.

After the emergence of gay liberation in 1969, belief in the Homintern faded because after the Stonewall riots, many gay people came out of the closet so it was more difficult to postulate this conspiracy theory.

[kuromhiel]

Could you do Atsushi x reader, who is another were tiger but is the total opposite of him. Confident, flirty flirty. Port mafia tries to bomb a train again and the reader is on it and takes out Motojirō Kajii who later becomes obsessed with them in a weird way. “Can we fight again?!”

Back off!

GenderNeutral!Reader

↣ Atsushi Nakajima

Warning(s): NOT PROOFREAD, Mentions of reader getting hurt, Blood, and Death

↝Requests are open!

Love this idea btw! ♡

"You're lucky you didn't go shopping with Yosano-san again, huh?" You giggle, nudging Atsushi's arm as he laughs awkwardly. "Yeah.." He sighs, infact it was true, he was relieved about it.

Instead, he went shopping with you and it was for the Agency's supplies, he carried less stuff but not like he was going to complain if he were to carry many.

You both hop in the train, leaning on the seat as you relax, exhausted from the day already. You both have been shopping all morning, now it was nearly 12 pm and you both wanted to get some lunch in the cafe you and your fellow co-workers always go to.

But..It looked like it'll take a few minutes to get there.

Both of you finally relaxed on the seat, the comfortable silence taking over the atmosphere. It was relaxing honestly, until you heard a tick and suddenly something goes off.

Your eyes widen along wuth Atsuhi's body jolting up from the loud sound. You cover your eyes, screaming "Duck!" and Atsushi does so.

You slowly open one of your eyes until you opened both of them, looking over from behind as you here footsteps approaching. You sat there, horrified from the dead bodies that were on the ground and some laying on the windows, nearly falling.

"Well, well, looks like tiger boy is back..Along with a new girl?" This bowl cut headed bitch laughed like a maniac, tossing his lemon shaped bomb up and down. You growled, your arms turning one into a tiger's.

He smirks in surprise. "You got a new kitty friend! How adorable!" Atsushi frowns at the comment and narrows his brows, turning to look at you. "[Name], I can handle this! Let the passengers go and lead them to the back of the train—"

"No, you do that! I'm best at fighting, I– I don't have the gut to look at the dead bodies right now." You nearly gag from the thought of it, reality as it is, there were a few dead bodies around you, it was gross.

Atsushi felt his heary raise, but before he replies, you push him away and the timing was good, the bowl cut headed man threw a bomb in front of him, luckily you pushed Atsushi away before he got hit.

You turn over to look at him. "Motojiro Kajii, a stupid haircut you have." You smirk, proud of your mean comment. He raises a brow, putting a hand on his chest. "Ouch! How rude." He says, getting another bomb from his coat. "Your bombs are good, though." His eyes light up from your comment as he smirks.

"I know. It has a good shape and form..Like y—" You groan in annoyance, quickly hitting his face with your tiger formed hand. "Jerk! Don't comment on my appearance like that!" You yell, his body hitting the door and he moves to the next part of the train.

You walked closer to him, only to see a bomb rolling to you. It looked bigger than the others. "Ha! You think a small bomb can hurt me?" You smile, putting your hands on your hips as he gets up and sits on the ground, wiping the blood off of his mouth.

"Don't mess with me, kitty!" You grimaced at his nickname, the bomb going off. Shit. It was stronger than the other ones. You felt your body fly away from where you were to the other side.

Atsushi was in the middle of helping the passangers when the door suddenly hit his back! "OUCH—" He yelped, feeling a strong weight from the on top of the door laid upon him. "Atsushi! Are you okay?" You manage to say, rolling from the door to the floor, you were so bloody right now..

"[Name]!" He quickly stood up on his feet, wiping the blood away from your face. You sit up, him kneeling in front of you. You manage to caress his face and notice a small scar on his cheek.

"You look hot right now, you know that?" You wink, making Atsushi's face redden. "H-Hey, don't comment on that! Y-You're hurt!" He stutters out, hearing footsteps nearing in again. "Hey hey, no lovey dovey things on my train!"

Ugh, the nerve of this guy! "Kitty, come on, let's play!" He laughs, Atsushi glaring at him. If only stares can kill, the bomber would be dead on spot. Atsushi runs up to him, taking him by his coat, kicking the door of the train with his tiger formed feet and throwing him out!

You quickly ran up to Atsushi, looking outside as the bomber winks at you. "Kitty! Let's go and fight again! Until next time!" He sends you a flying kiss and throws a bomb up in the air, making Atsushi hold you close and shield you away from the explosion.

You hear a splash of water, great, the bowl cut bitch isn't dead but he landed on the sea. You open your eyes, seeing smoke die down as Atsushi held you close.

"You're okay.." He sighs in relief, brushing your hair away from your face. He caresses your face, inching closer. "Please don't fight him again." He pleaded. You smirk, chuckling at his state. "Come on, Sushi, I can take him." Atsushi raises a brow. "Take him on a fight?" You laugh, lightly punching his chest. "Duh."

You smile at him mischievously, making him tilt his head. "W-What's wrong?" He questions. "I can take you, too, ya know." You wink, making him look at you confused. "What do you mean..? On a fight? You want to fight me?" He sounded a bit panicked.

"Take you in be—" Atsushi quickly sushes you with a quick peck on the lips. "Okay, that's enough." He felt himself heat up as you giggle.

"I wouldn't mind though."

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

‘hearies’ girl 😭 i get you on not wanting to date outside the community- I DO. but ‘hearies’ girl 😭 wtf 😭😭😭

can’t hear me laughing

Seeing as you employed five tear-shedding, laughing emojis to relay two (incomplete) sentences, I most likely wouldn't want to hear you laugh even if I could hear. It's predictably as obnoxious as your grammar and emoji usage.

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 12

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices…

…But then things changed.

Not my GIF

Author's Note:

Trigger Warning: This part does have a brief mention of the deadly C word (Cancer) so please look after yourselves if this is upsetting to you. Also feel free to message me if needed, I know how upsetting it can be, as someone who has lost someone near and dear to me to this dreaded disease. 

Also some slightly spicy content up ahead too ;P

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Shevy created a new group chat:

Hey, why didn't we make a group chat sooner? Anyway, anyone who's up for a shopping and exploring trip today, meet downstairs at the hotel lobby in 30 minutes. x

That was the text Delia saw light up her phone; it was from Shevy. It was weird, they had done 5 out of the 8 weeks of this tour already, but the home sickness was just starting to kick in. Sure, Delia was loving this opportunity, even with Andy being a total confusing prick, and she was talking to her parents at every chance given, but right now she was wishing nothing more than to just sit in her family home's kitchen with her mum drinking coffee as they spoke about everything and anything. Sighing, she thought it best to reply to Shevy, otherwise she'd only get her tour bestie knocking on her door instead.

Hey. I won't be coming out with you all today. Gonna just take today to myself and likely talk to my parents as I'm missing them. Have fun though. x

If anyone was going to understand how Delia was feeling, it was going to be Shevy and most likely Jinxx as Delia knew he was missing his son and wife a lot.

Message from Lonny: 

No stress D, hope you're okay. x

Message from Andy:

I won't be coming with you all today. Enjoy.

Typical Andy, Delia shouldn't have even been surprised, he was most likely going to hook up with some girl like always. It's not like it mattered to her anyway, truly, it did not matter to her in the slightest. Her concern at this current time was talking to her parents. 

"Hey mum." Delia smiles slightly as she hears her mother pick up the phone.

"Delia! How are you doing love? We were wondering when we'd next hear from you! How's everything going? Any updates from last time?" Delia's mother asks down the phone.

"Yeah it's still great, still loving every minute of it." Delia continues to smile; of course she had not told her family about how Andy behaves, that's a small detail they did not need to know.

"I'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying it. I hope you know how proud me and your father are of you. You've worked so hard for this for so long, you really do deserve it."  If Delia did not know any better she would say her mother sounded close to tears; Delia's parents always were so supportive of her life choices.

"Thanks mum, I love you." Delia starts to feel her own tears well up slightly, only 3 more weeks and she'd be home.

"Anyway I'm so sorry petal, your father and I were just about to leave for the hospital. He's got another appointment for his cancer remission, just to double check everything is still looking like the all clear." 

Delia feels her smile falter slightly. 3 years ago her father was diagnosed with cancer in the prostate. Thankfully with the help of treatment he was able to beat it and had been in remission for the last 2 years, of course the fear of it coming back was always in the back of her mind. This was obviously something Delia never liked discussing with people, she was always so afraid of breaking down and seeming weak; seeming weak is definitely not something she was willing to do in front of this band, especially Andy.

"Yes, of course. Send dad my love and let me know how he gets on." Delia nods even though she was aware her mother could not see her simple reaction.

"Of course petal, I'll text you okay? I love you." 

"I love you too mum." Delia smiles sadly before hearing the call end.

Petal. That was always the nickname Delia's mother had for her since Delia was a young girl. Delia's mother had always loved flowers, especially the dahlia. She had a single dahlia in her wedding boutique, which she called her good luck charm even though she knew she did not need good luck and that Delia's father was the love of her life. She knew that if she were to call her future daughter dahlia it would cause issues so that's why she chose Delia; it was so similar yet just as gorgeous in her eyes. A dahlia. The same flower on the pin that Andy had gifted her at the start of the tour.

Hearing a knock at her bedroom door Delia is instantly snapped from her thoughts. Surely it's not Shevy, they must have left by now right?

"Andy." Delia is shocked to say the least; never did she expect the selfish lead singer to be at the other side of the door.

"Hey Delia." He smiles awkwardly.

"Hey." Delia replies although it sounds more like a question.

"I um, I'm sorry about this past week. Things have been a bit weird haven't they?" He starts rocking backwards and forwards on his heels.

"Weird? You're the one who's been ignoring me!" Delia snaps slightly, she was in no mood for his confusing moods right now.

"Look Delia, I'm trying to apologise here, can you not make this hard for me?" Andy growls back slightly; as much as Delia found the guy attractive his moods really got to her. Would she lose her job if she was to swing one at him? Maybe it would knock some sense into him.

"Look Andy, whatever you have to say can it wait? I'm really not in the mood for this right now." Delia sighs; she had to be the bigger person and be civil, god knows it was rare for Andy to be the civil one.

"No it can't wait Delia." Andy remains firm but there's something that sounds vulnerable in his voice at the same time. "Look, I know I can be difficult to deal with okay? I get it. You, on the other hand, you are one of the most infuriating, most stubborn women I have ever met."

"This doesn't sound like you apologising." Delia cuts him off whilst losing her patience.

"Can you just let me finish?" Andy sighs taking a step closer to Delia and so he's inside her room. "Despite this though, I can't stop thinking about you and that is what truly confuses me."

"What?" Delia was shocked to say the least. Surely Shevy wasn't right about him?

"What the fuck have you done to me Delia Vincent?" Andy whispers slightly before shutting the door behind him and slamming his lips onto Delia's. 

None of this was in Delia's plan. None of this seemed right logically, so why did it feel right to her? Delia shouldn't be kissing this asshole back, so why was she? 

"If you want me to stop tell me now." Andy breaks the kiss slightly.

"I don't want you to stop Andy." Delia mutters back before she feels his lips on hers again; this time she doesn't hesitate to kiss him back and soon she feels him leading them both towards Delia's bed.

"Are you sure you're okay with this Delia? You know there's no going back after this?" Andy asks as soon as their bodies hit the double bed in Delia's hotel room.

"have you got a condom?" Delia asks to which Andy nods "Then I'm sure, I'm okay."

That was all it took for Andy to connect their lips together once more.

Yes Delia had her silly little relationships in the past and little flings but believe it or not she still sometimes felt awkward around guys. All these years her career has been more important to her than boys, whilst her friends were settling down with a family and a stable job, she was prepared to take the risk of instability to do what she loved. 

So why was she doing this? Why was it with Andy of all people? Maybe the saying is true, what happens on tour stays on tour.

[as-i-watch]

i’m so glad you got to the part of finding out sanji turned down pudding. like, oda really made him the perfect girl. she’s cute and a fucking baker??? and he turned her down?!?!

sanji loves his crew and his dream so fucking much 😤😤😤 it literally makes me feral to know he’s actually so good deep down 😤😤

All i could thini about was 'they are letting him use his heary of gold! They are letting him use his heart of gold!!'

Its good they remembered that personality trait

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Yours to Tame--Ch. 4

A/N: Please be careful with this one lovelies. Strong indications of physical abuse and domestic violence. 

Chapter 4: Rampage

           I took one breath after another, each one more shallow than the last. For a moment, I was worried that I was going to have a panic attack. My fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on my knees as I fought the urge to pick at my food.

           “Are you finished?” Sammy said from my side. His voice was low, but I heard him as clearly as if he’d yelled.

           My heart thumped hard once in my chest. “Yes, I’m finished.”

           Sammy glanced at my plate before settling the fork against it. “You have a match tonight, don’t you?”

           “Yes, I have a match tonight.”

           He leaned back and crossed his arms. Before he could say anything else, the chair across the table scraped back along the floor. Anna Jay plopped into place balancing a pair of plates piled high with food. Including two slices of what looked like the best key lime pie ever made. My stomach grumbled at the scent of chicken primavera and garlic bread.

           Anna smiled at me as she pushed one of the plates across the table toward me. She snatched the salad out of the way and practically flung it to the end of the table. Her eyes met Sammy’s as she held a fork out to me with a smirk.

           “You’ve got a match tonight, More,” she said. “Carb load, sweetie.”

           I swallowed hard and glanced to my side. Sammy’s hand was clenched tight around his fork. The other was folded into a fist. He glared across the table at Anna, but didn’t say anything. Anna tapped the fork on the side of the plate before holding it out to me.

           “Eat up, sweetie,” Anna said with what could only be described as a triumphant grin.

           I picked up the fork and took a hesitant bite of the pasta. It was hard to hold back the groan of satisfaction that built up in my throat at the first bite. “This is amazing,” I mumbled.

***

           Moxley put his boot up on the edge of a chair as he watched Anna Jay plop down at the table with Morgan and Sammy Guevara. He studied the way that she settled in with something like authority, practically staring Guevara down. It looked to Moxley like the other girl was about to reach over the table and smack Guevara solidly across the face. For some reason, he realized he’d pay to see it happen.

           “I like Jay more every second,” he said, thumping his elbow into Bryan’s ribs. “Looks like she’s going to beat the shit out of Guevara just for breathing.”

           Bryan chuckled. “I’ll stop him breathing if it annoys her so much.”

           Moxley watched as something started to ease and unwind in Morgan. He saw the stiffness slowly melt away, even though there was still something tense in the way she sat. It was as if having Anna Jay there was enough to give her what could only be described as courage. He grinned, one side of his mouth curling up and a dimple showing in his cheek.

           “I can’t stand that little prick,” Bryan said with a venom in his voice. Moxley’s grin just got bigger.

           “You’ve got it bad, Danielson. Two weeks.” Moxley’s voice dropped and carried a sense of mirth. “That’s all it took.”

           Bryan fought back the urge to snap  back at his friend. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just want to punch that little punk in the face.”

           Moxley rocked back on the legs of his chair and let out a laugh that seemed to echo through the whole room. “Sure. That’s all it is. You just hate Guevara.”

           Without another word, Bryan shoved his chair back and practically stalked out of catering. If he wasn’t such a pillar of self-control, Moxley was sure Bryan would have punched the wall on the way out.

***

           I looked up from my plate at the sound of a deep and almost mocking laugh. It took a moment to find the source of it. When I did, I was surprised to see that it was coming from Jon Moxley. I might not have been in the company long and I’d spent most of my time working on Dark and Elevation, but I’d met Moxley once or twice. It had been in passing, but it was clear that he was gruff and rough around the edges. He was big and intimidating.

           So hearing him laugh like that was something I’d never expected from him. For some reason, it made something in my stomach flip flop.

           Anna glanced over her shoulder at the sound. When she turned her attention back to me, she rolled her eyes. “He’s so dramatic.”

           “I wouldn’t know. I’ve barely spoken to him.”

           She laughed. “He’s a good guy. You’d like him if you got to know him.”

           “He’s a grade-A asshole,” Sammy said out of nowhere. His fork clanged against the table as he shoved his chair back. “Stay away from him, Morgan. Do you understand?”

           I opened my mouth to respond, but when I didn’t answer fast enough he settled his hand on my shoulder and squeezed hard. My teeth sank into the inside of my lip as his fingers dug into my flesh. After a moment, I felt a rolling numbness creep down my arm as Sammy squeezed as hard as he could.

           My heart jumped up into my throat. “Yes, I understand,” I whimpered.

           “Good.” He gave my shoulder one final, painful grasp before letting go. “Now come on. You’re finished.”

           Anna scoffed. “You’ve barely touched your food, More!”

           I squeezed my eyes shut and looked from Anna to Sammy and back again. “I’m finished, Anna. I need to go get ready for my match.”

           Sammy smirked beside me as he settled his hand on the back of my neck. His thumb hooked beneath the choker necklace that I wore and tugged. My heart thumped hard as he led me out of catering and back toward the locker rooms.

***

           Bryan stalked along the hallway, feeling a quiet rage boiling beneath the surface. Every beat of his heart shoved a murderous urge through his body. It was like a white-hot heat that seared through him whenever he thought about Morgan Knox and Sammy Guevara. It was something that he couldn’t explain—this feeling that made him want to rip Sammy’s heart out for daring to breathe. Bile rose up his throat.

           He stopped about halfway down the hall and turned toward the wall. The side of his fist thumped against the cinder block over and over again. Bryan settled his forehead against the wall and tried to suck in a breath. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think that he was going to have a panic attack.

           “You embarrassed me!” The angry snarl echoed down the corridor. Bryan’s head snapped up and turned toward the sound. He knew that voice and it made his blood boil in his veins. “You don’t fucking embarrass me in front of everyone. Do you hear me?!”

           There was a heavy thump and a gasp. Bryan’s feet picked up speed without conscious thought. He ran toward the noise, feeling his heart snap in his chest over and over again as he moved. The sound came again, only this time he was almost certain that he’d heard a crack.

           Like a slap.

           Or a head against a wall.

           Bryan turned the corner, perplexed to find no one there. His brow furrowed with confusion. He looked up and down the hallway, trying to figure out where the sound had come from. For a moment, he actually questioned his own sanity. But he was certain that he’d heard something.

***

           My head felt like it was spinning. Stars popped and sparkled in the corners of my vision as I tried to get a solid breath. Each one burned down my throat, feeling like it got stuck halfway down. My pulse thumped hard, as if it couldn’t push enough blood through my body. I staggered along at Sammy’s side. His fingers gripped the back of my throat so tightly that I felt my pulse beating in my temples.

           I reached up instinctively to tug at the choker necklace, trying to loosen the pressure on my windpipe. The moment I moved, Sammy’s hold on the back of my neck got tighter. His nails dug into my skin. It wouldn’t surprise me if I had marks there later.

           “Are you going to embarrass me again?” he hissed, shaking me by the neck. “Because when I tell you to do something, you do it. No matter what happens or who’s there. Do you understand?”

           “Yes, I understand,” I gasped out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

           Sammy practically dragged me into the locker room and pushed me toward the chair in the corner. My forehead smacked against the wall and another bout of dizziness raced through me.

           “You’re sorry what?”

           I blinked back the tears and tried to catch my breath. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

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[vremus]

i have this feeling like im going to explode because there is so much star wars happening yhat my brain cant physically handle

i need the ahsoka show now and i need it in my mouth and i need it to be about finding ezra i dont fucking care about these orange lightsabers i need ezra and i need world between worlds now in my hands so i can squish it. i tthibk my heary is gonna explode of i do not get ahsoka now. they cant just leave the trailer and not let me (random teenage girl on the internet) not instantly have full access to it and all future star wars media.

[onceuponmykpop]

MY BIAS (BTS)

RM - Kim Namjoon

This man had me from the moment he said he learned English from the TV sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

He reminded me so much of myself it was so uncanny.

-Reader/Books:

I love books, and I love reading.

-Nature:

A rural girl at heary, nothing can separate me from the outdoors.

-Doesn't have a license:

I do havemy license,I've just been sitting on my learners for a number of years and hate driving.

-Museums:

I love exploring, history and information Museums give me that.

-Clumsy/Destroyer:

The number of times I've fallen over, jammed my fingers and broken something on accident cannot be counted on both my hands put together.

-Absorbs Knowledge:

I live for learning new things all the time.

-Languages:

At the age of twelve, I had to learn the English language in one year before I started high school because it was my second language.

So I love learning languages and the culture that comes with it.

-Height - 5'11:

I stand at 180cm in height.

And that's just to list a few things...

He is definitely someone I cannot help but admire, and he is also the one that started it all, my first ever BIAS.

The way he raps, the sound of his voice and the way he speaks.

And his dimple.

I've always been a person that appreciates personality over vanity, but this man was the most adorable person I'd ever seen

KPop was a new thing to me, and the interview on the Ellen Show was my introduction to both BTS and KPOP.

So I can safely say that Kim Namjoon is my ultimate BIAS and probably the only man I would ever leave my current partner for if in some K-Drama induced fantasy, RM would lay eyes on me and ask for my hand in marriage. (I know, in my dreams)

But one can only hope...

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Hmmmm

Wait if Ryujin is imprisoned then where is Soobin, he is a lord or sth right? Did Beomgyu know about him? Nah, i think he probably ran away not long after the oc left, since Beomgyu became a King and man was not brave enough to mess with the Queen even when the King didn't love his wife. And also damn, miss girl Ryujin all about getting that diamond from the King's crown lol, kinda sad that now she is all alone since Soobin might have been beheaded by Beomgyu and i don't think she will be killed honestly.

And about Beomgyu's mom �� I kinda get it now why him and his other silbling turned out this way, lmao girlie was ummmmm let's said, realistic but in a harmful way. The conversation between them was just pure humiliation from her to the Oc lmao, I would feel hurt personally, this royal family is rotten from the inside or sth, they scare me 😭

I miss taehyun and huening so much, the oc literally came and walked away with all of his treasures, my heary is aching for my lord, he lost his eye, his relationship with his brother, his power in his land and so many things, 😭😭😭😭, maybe they shouldn't have met.

Idk what the ending could be like but maybe maybe Teahyun will commit treason with Ryujin's father and the royal family might get beheaded in front of their people? Idk, Taehyun will spare the oc but lock her in tower like in Rapunzel, but then she also kills herself. Not being a sadist but i kinda like that ending 😃 i just hope tyun and huening are fine

-Iv :)

yes beomgyu knew about soobin but he didn't really care as long as ryujin wasn't gonna give birth to soobin's child instead of his and therefore making him the next king.

soobin will appear again next chapter and he has a kinda big role to play in what happens next actually 😉

you don't think ryujin will be killed? is she gonna escape?

yeah you're not gonna get a fucked up child like gyu without having rotten parents like his :') they made him who he is

i miss them too :(

"maybe they shouldn't have met" taehyun thinks the same actually. here is an excerpt from his letter

"I wish I never met you, but I’m too intertwined in you to let go now."

"the royal family might get beheaded in front of their people" deserved honestly 😪 but i feel like it would be more poignant for oc to stay alive and suffer through the consequences of what she did without her lover being there to protect her.

[oliverrrrrrrrr4rrrrrrr]

Hiii again l<3, so theres gonna be another story coming out soon it's called "death." A story about a girl who lives a pretty normal life then she dies and gets to see her family grow and see them pass on and then at the end she gets to see something heary warming. I usually dont do these kind of story's but this one was requested I usually do weird core or murder story's so dont think I'm gonna be doing these kind all the time but I do rarely make love story's whenever I feel loved. These story's ate based on my emotions:) <333 have a nice day/night/afternoon<3.

[yelenadelova]

NOT THE MARBLES GAME NO ONE TOUCH ME NO ONE SPEAK TO ME