#like y'all....... chill it aint that serious

[carolmaclaine]

I just got the paperwork to fill out for my yearly physical at my job, and literally nothing makes me go more feral than the man/woman checkbox

[raguna-blade]

Revolutionary Girl Utena 4-7

Hm...Not quite as clean as last time, but hey. Less stewing, for better or worse. And God, shit just keeps happening.

Episode 4

Opening 10000@ chunked full of meaning. Similarly, lacking context for any of it right now, so that's s for later,  .

Still trying to get over the bit where the two are in armor and look like they're about to come to blows before going in the same direction though.

Express the eternal beauty huh.

Also, Nanami you trfling what are you....

Woman can put her logic on a man huh...? Odd, but ok.

It's kinda amazing how much folks be putting on Anthy and not people who are actually, you know, who are actually to blame. Gotta get that Rose Bride who does....uh...Something. Girlfriend(?), Muse, Key to reVOLUTION???? Little talk o anthy. For literally everyone so far.

Though Miki at least seems to acknowledge her a bit.

When's Nanami's turn to fight.

Shadow Girls gonna make us feel mad dumb later. Feelin it.

Nanami jesus christ chill the fuck out. The most trifling bullshit I swear. Petty bullshit. Mind, Middle schooler so.

Ok, hey, that's a FUCK ton of snails. Like goddamn. Named them...? Uh... Uhhhhhhhh.

THAT IS A WHOLE ASS SNAKE WHOA HEY WAIT A MINUTE. Garter Snake but.

Makin the maxuse of those repeat frames and text.

Also, all night for the snake...?

An...Octopus....?

AN OCTOPUS? WHAT THE FUCK. YES NANAMI

A ballooon?

Miki, you literally know nothing about her.

Nanami soul crushed. Chuchu just..Trollin.

Seriously though, Anthy and animals that a thing?

Nananmi actually asking a relevant question. Why DOES everyone like Anthy so much out of nowhere? She's cute, but she's kinda reclusive so...?

Where'd Anthy learn that song? Didn't Miki write it...? Also, homeboy's sister? Found your shining thing huh?

Ending Also Clearly has some meaning that I'm not quite getting. Rose Bride Utena is...Kinda weird. Feels wrong? Gotta sit down with the lyrics for op and ending though. But yeah, both them rose brides feels...Odd. And it seems to be mirroring? So that's strange.

Do it for Miki's sake? Right and not for hers...?

Episode 5

Huh. Shadow Girls share VA with the teaming masses of school girls. Also, the budget for these fight scenes.

Why is it always the same three girls btw?

Does the Entire senior Student council just talk in riddles? Saionji was pretty straightforward but he's a dumbass apparently.

Awkward Confusing smiles abound. And this damn monkey again. I don't even dislike him he's just there. And those eyes.....

Wrote a famous song...? Uhhhhh. Sibs huh.

Destroyed the garden own hands? Miki did you do something to your sister? Oh hey caged bird little girl? Sure it's nothing.

And he left her (of no choice of his own cause fucking measles) sis got traumatized, and now idolizing that memory and his sister?

Is she dead or something? Have you talked with her? Also, where the hell...

WHAT ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH MIKI?

Utena: Please be a person Anthy I fucking beg you. This duel bullshit is dumb.

Anthy: Ok, but I'm your bride. I am down with this system my girl.

SHELL BREAKING. Wait a second, does this elevator thing happen right before every duel or revelation?

Are there only- hold up, dissolve the student council. Hey good on you Miki.

Miki: Aint this gonna fuck something up for people.

Touga: Aight, but hey if you feel it fuck the system kid.

Miki, just ignoring his sis and...what's with the dishevelment. Was she...? Piano room's not for HOLY SHIT WAS SHE FUCKING TOUGA

Sis looks just like you, But you're cuter. Uhhhhhhhhhhh

Touga, Only the winner get's to do what they want. And I banged your sister who you seem to hate, y u mad.

Miki: My sis used to look cute as an angel. You look like an angel btw

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Anthy: *BLANK EMPTY LOOK” OF COURSE I'LL STOP IF SHE TELLS ME I AM THE ROSE BRIDE

Touga: INCREASINGLY NUDE: Hey, REMEMBER THE ROSE BRIDE SHIT I JUST TOLD YOU. YOU GOTTA BE BUFF TO HAVE THE BRIDE BRUH

Two Steps: Miki I will Trash the System Touga Interrupt Fuck, I guess I gotta fight Utena in this barbaric bullshit. Due Time.

SHADOW GALS APPROVE PIRACY. Also, What do you want.

Dat Absolute Destiny Yeahhhhhhhh Settin the Mood. Someone's about to get Some kind of REVELATION. From DIOS. Or some such. Actually, Dios is pretty close to god (I may be super wrong here) but the possibly flipping nature of it all is I guess, some kind of truth thing since if it were pure skill, as suggested with Juri losing to Miki somehow, utena deffo wouldn't have beaten Saionji. So, Whoever has the better understanding of things get's the power of Dios? Thus the power to change the world? Seems straightforward enough. Though why Anthy has that power.

NEW DUEL THEME. DOPE SONGS What's the meaning cause man, they're  apparently different per duel, as per (?????) which seems so so far.

Miki: I want the Bride!

Utena: YOU SURE THIS IS HOW YOU WANT IT?

Miki, SHE WANTS THE FREE

Anthy: SOULLESS EYES. For real, she needs to emote.more regular like. Seemingly likes Utena so....

Utena Wins, Defloration Complete. Beat, like that, one stroke.

Miki's Sis: I freaked out on stage and was never good. People thought I was though

Miki: I'M GONNA GO ALL OUT ON THIS DUEL SHIT YOU WATCH.

Utena: DO YOU NOT GET IT BRUH?

Episode 6

Ah, the good ole days when you could repeat frames like that.

Nanami almost dies, weird faceless stalker and car driver, mk

Nanami: SOMEONE IS TRYING TO KILL ME, LEMME JUST HOP ON THIS TABLE TO PROVE THE POINT.

Touga: I have Important s THOT s student council work.

Oh shit that hit her square in the face..

Utena: Trying to Kill Nanami Clearly.

That ball is lodged in her dome damn.

Utena: TOGAS A THOT, FACT

Touga: KILL THEM. KILL THE VERMIN

Anthy: Life is life. Leave it be.

Nanami: MY BROTHER WANTS ME DEAD. ANTHY IS BEHIND THIS. THAT WITCH SEDUCING HIM

Why does everyone think he'd kill his sister. Damn Nanami. What's your relationship that people buy it immediately.

A whole ass horse and...chickens?

Prince Appeared. Mitsuru Tsuwabuki....?????????? Watch for the name I guess.

Why...Why do they assume all these dudes are her type off hand? Like...

Oh hey he has a face and is a small boy ok. Uh...Hey, Are you prpositioning a child. Um.

UM

Shadow Gals what he fuck does curry have to do with it. Are y'all trollin.

Also, hey Nanami. Uh. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

ACTUALLY DATING A KID? TO JEALOUS YOUR BROTHER? WAT

A Brocon. And a drama queen. Everyone is baffled.

What the fuck is he doing in the locker. Just...snapped her fingers. Under her desk. Man slave boy. Uh

uhhhhhh.

WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM SAIONJI. Hidden Love

Hard Ignore.

Nanami: Who are you three idiots. WHERE DID THE BOY COME FROM.

Y'all about to throw down with a kid. And he's...He won, damn. PUT HIS BODY IN THE LAKE JESUS.

Nanami: Mitsuru is my boyfriend. I can treat him how I like.

Mitsuru: ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A BOYFRIEND

Is this...Is this a rosebride thing? Like a kinda fucky mirror jam?

Also, did Touga 1v1 a Bull and win? What the fuck? I agree Mitsuru, he's pretty cool yeah.

Be a Big Bro, not a boyfriend. No choice but to put her in danger again in order to get her to be what I want.

Where did that equipment come from.

WHAT IS WITH THIS SCHOOL. A KANGAROO? WERE THEY GONNA BOX THIS ASSHOLE?

So, Mitsuru as rosebride, Gotta Protec, get’s wrecked. So...Uh..Anthy....?

Boy fucked up that kangaroo. 1V1 me YOU PUSSY DO IT COWARD.

Nanami: Don't be an idiot jesus fucking christ. I CAN'T JUST LET SOMEONE USEFUL DIE FOR ME GOD.

Was...Was Touga the one fighting the Kangaroo...For Real? Why...Why was he...One PUNCH.

Mitsuru: Lemme be your bro please.

Episode 7

Ohp, Serious time out the gate ok. Guess 6 was a palette cleanser.

Juri: Dominant. Sure I'm buff but what for? God.

Juri Arisugawa? Alice Refs...? Seen that name used that way before. I'll watch for it.

Huh, the immediate mirroring with Utena is...odd?

Juri: Fuck Off Vice Principal.

Wait, was he hitting on...her...? Oh that's not.

Chuchu always with Utena? Huh.

Also Juri, Dominant as fuck, offing students left and right.

Oh, she's explaining things. Rosebride gives power to revolution.

Utena: Oh cool, super powers. Dope. Seems MAD FUCKING STUPID.

Juri: Yeah. Seems dumb right.

Ok, juri uh...Has EVERYONE Slapped Anthy thus far? Like...Ok? Does Everyone Get a Turn? Is...Is this a thing? It's kinda.

SHELL TIME. DUEL? DUELL?

End of the World: DUEL TIME

Is touga trying to kill Miki. What's with knives man? Miki. HOW MANY KNIVES. BLINDFOLDS

Juri: I don't believe any of this shit. I'll prove it's bs.

Old love. It's 1000000% not this dude. Don't you. Play me.

ORANGE ROSE AT CROTCH LEVEL WHAT? And she got denied I guess...?

SHES IN LOVE WITH SOMOENE AND ITS NOT YOU.

There was some love triangle shit, and girl is perpetrating.

MUSIC GONE. SHITS REAL

Jesus this show is just full of bullshit.

Ok, we had a moment with why utena is the way is she is, Juri Does not approve. Miracles are Bullshit, I will dunk you in the the fucking OCEAN.

Rabbits Dance all around huh. OK.

SHADOW GALS. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.

ABSOLUTE DESTINY TIME. TIME FOR SOMEONES IDEALS TO GET BUSTED I GUESS.

Also, like how the various wings on the garden go from vaguely angelic to kinda ominous. I mean the whole deal is sketchy as fuck, you don't just start singing about the apocalypse and ignore it. DARKNESS OF LIGHT DAWG. DARKNESS DARKNESS EVERYWHERE. KINGDOM HEARTS WISHES!

Also is that castle CG? It feels it but...

Juri: MIRACLES ARE BS BUT IF THEY'RE REAL SHOW ME THE TRUFACTS

Utena: NOT SURE ABOUT MIRACLES BUT WHATEVER I DON'T NEED THAT SHIT.

FIGHT. Oh boy new song.

Lucifers light...? Uh...All of this is ominous as fuck. Then a bunch of night and darkness gods.

Certainty of Death, Namely Light.

Sword Falls Just so to cut the Rose. Uh. Miracle....?

Uh...Juri Was Robbed.

Consistently though, the stronger convictions won. Juri was legit robbed, but she hesitated, so she lost.

Juri: MIRACLES ARE BULLSHIT AND MY GAY LOVE WAS NOT RESPECTED GOD

Also, Juri=Lucifer? For...The Student Council...? She does seem to be the one who least believes in this shit. She didn’t even duel utena for the rose bride like literally everyone else. She just wanted to prove Utena’s ideals wrong.

[keerawrrr]

so um

I know I've cried wolf on the subject a couple Times already but.....I'm finna b single for real.

we jst decided to take some space about 30mins ago, if that. we work together tmrw n Wednesday too....awesome

for me....idk, I feel like he's never gonna understand how to help me, be there for me the way I want. everything is so black n white to him & everything I feel n see is a blur

quick example....I put a ton of effort into getting a shoe in with his family...1 person more than others, gifts, msgs, support; I had a big ass "hey I'm here, let's be friends" sign plastered on me basically... (n yes I understand nobody fckn asked me to lol I know but I thought that's how things were done)....so when the racist comment happened; I EXPECTED to hear from said person ⬆....

& didn't....now comments were made to him & he relayed them to me....but its like what was all that effort in giving u direct access to me if u can't even do 1 thing n msg me directly to ask how I'm dealing when I've done so to u MANY times?

how is that such an odd request??

n the response he gave to my frustrations is jst like "they care, u dnt need to see it yourself" & "reciprocation? what's that?" & "you let it bother u when it shouldn't"

like I'm sorry, what kind of life is built on this type of dealing with things? it makes no sense to me. n the ONLY reason I point at his family so much is exactly that, they dnt deal properly. & he's ok with that.

I'm new to this serious relationship & family dynamic, but everybody I know has a connect to their boyfriends ppl n have someone there for them when shit happens, so I guess I expected the same especially after kissing so much ass to make my presence felt.

but fck maybe I'm wrong. maybe it's not like that for everyone I jst feel like I'm the only one with bad luck.

& from what we discussed he dsnt see why he should mediate ANY of it....n that bothers me. if u want us all to be on the same page, why not help instead of just trying to make everybody ok separately? that's not a healthy balance

but all he sees is I hate them n I dnt want him around them when that's not what I'm getting at, at all. & it's like it's never gonna change, he's never gonna see the bigger picture.

I dnt hate them, I hate how they treat him....I hate that he dsnt get help or support from them...I hate that I got called a nigger when I ain't did shit but build him up n love him...

but he dsnt get it n I jst wanna wring his neck to get him to understand.

so if we're not meant to be, theres nothing else we can do. I can't keep hoping he gets it or keep wasting my breath when he ain't tryna hear shit I say.

& he says I only care about what bothers me.....I'm sorry what else am I supposed to focus on when I'm still the hated black chick. when he hasn't sat down with his own mother to understand even her own personal demons on the subject. I'm jst sposed to sit n wait for it all to work itself out? when NO ONE IS WORKING ON IT. y'all big chilling every day like the shit never happened

-woosahs-

I could care more about what he might be feeling if his actions at least MATCHED....like someone might b like I can't stand to look at my mom for what she did to u....n tell their mom, hey I can't deal with u....but he ain't. or hey she would like u to reach out to her....n make sure they reach out....but no, not that either.

I'm stuck waiting in the basement for him to spend 20minz wit me while life is still the same for him n he wants me to stop n consider what he might b going thru?

wtf type shit is that?

alot of how I react n think of things is based off how I was raised. nobody took the time to talk to me, nobody made sure I was ok in the head, all the people who accepted me n encouraged me died too soon....so I'm left emotional as fck lol I'm scared to tell anybody what I'm feeling so you'll catch an attitude before I admit what's up....I'm scared to do the wrong things but also I have a strong ass cut off game. I dnt wait around for ppl to be sorry. cuz it usually never comes. & his childhood was the total opposite, he prolly went without many of these emotional cues too but its not seen the same, u know? fck emotions, who has time for that. who needs heart to hearts? fck it. if it's fixable let me know, otherwise I can't be bothered; my fav: yea that person is wrong but it aint my business. & of course one sided loyalty is his curse...

n these 2 mentalities are oil n water..... smh

so yea....let me finish this lame ass workout; I'm really not here mentally but something is better than nothing ✌✌

**I feel that was a jumble of shit n prolly repeated myself several times lol but oh well**

[pinkpoundcake]

DESERT DEVIL

CH. 1 THE HISS

All Might/ Reader as Female OC

NSFW AU ( Yes there’s smut)

4k+ words

Here’s the first chapter of something I’ve been working on during off time at school. I like writing drastically different AUs, because they give me a lot liberties. I intend for this to be a short series, so maybe two or three more chapters after this one. Hope ya enjoy if you read! 

I’m not sure if FF.net will allow second person, so I’m posting it here. I aint got no AO3. I also apologize for any mistakes! I’ll go back an’ fix as I see em. 

EDIT: Went back and fixed some things. Also, I changed the category of this fic. I’m warning the reader that you’re an OC! Kinda like you’re a preset character in a dating sim? If that makes any sense. Those be my only terms of free service. 

I.

Dusk had gone and night finally draped over the still view of the valley. You were a silly girl, really. No one in their right mind would pick now of all times to draw water from one of the wells. Maybe once upon a time they would have. It wasn't impractical to wait until the sun stopped cracking its infernal whip to get things done, but once upon a time, the valley had nothing to fear.

II.

You were walking quickly. You kept your wooly head low as you neared the crudely built structure. Only one bucket of water. No one would mind. You just couldn't go to bed with a clear conscience without finally giving your poor, overworked horse something to drink. You'd take the risk, because glory knows you hated having cottonmouth. It was cottonmouth season...all year round it felt, except for the few praise inducing weeks the sky would show mercy and weep. Dry mouth, dry eyes, dry coat, dry everything. Such is the way of the desert.

You gave your heavy water bag a hard yank to make sure it was sealed before you hightailed it back to your plot. The locust had stopped gossiping in the weeds, and it was making you nervous.

III.

You were the sort of gal who liked to blend in, but your talents made that hard. You had an ability, A Gift, as folks liked to call these sorts of things, that made you incredibly valuable for trade.

You engaged in it as well, because you had to, to get along, but it made you an easy volun-telling target for other croppers and craftsmen and all manners of citizens with business

“Could you chat with this fellow for me? He speaks...sumfin’. The hell if I know. He owes me money.”

“Tell that eastern cheapskate I won't go any lower on price!”

“Hey, goat girl, tell the front counter dame in the Apothecary she's welcome in my bunk any time of day~”

First of all, you were a sheep. Second of all...fine.

IV.

Your Gift was nice for the most part. You had your own upper hand when it came to sale. You could understand anyone, no matter the spoken language. Absolutely essential for such an oddly diverse patch of scorched Earth. You could even help filter a speaker to an entire audience if you held their hand. You didn't like to advertise that though, otherwise the mayor and sheriff and whoever else, would be breathing down your neck even more than they did now.

If no one around knew you, then they usually assumed your appearance was all there was to your Gift. So, what you loved most was eavesdropping. Conversations were mostly mundane in other languages. That's how talking worked, but there were days when you were served some pretty interesting dirt or juicy news by unknowing hosts.

They're going to start rationing water tomorrow. Some serious limits, I reckon.

I didn't think it would be this bad this year?! It rained just enough in the early season, didn't it? I wonder where it all goes.

You wonder the same. It gets worse and worse every year. Every year it's a point of serious tension. They don't call this valley Struggler for nothing. Struggling was this town's first, middle, and last time. Maybe it's old maiden name, too.

The commonality is, is that if you made it halfway through the desert, you stopped in this crowded, little town and clung to it for dear life. You personally knew what it was like. Everyone knew what it was like, to fear that you weren't going to make it to The Oasis at the end of your journey. After the promenade that chewed you up, and spat you out, you don't even try.

We don't have enough water for all the people we keep letting stay here!

But what kind of person could keep a cold heart here? What would it take to let someone waste away elsewhere, or worse, face the beast this desert had to offer.

The Hiss.

More chilling than a rattlesnake's warning.

V.

This broad blue sky. The hard clay and sand beneath his form, the cacti, the dry bones and evaporated watering holes. Every scavenger to circle overhead belonged to him.

The hard, hot wind. The mirages that danced in nauseating ribbons. They were his. He could lift his head, and think about howling to his old lovers, the stars, if he still had the singing voice. But he lost that a long time ago with one of his lungs.  He was getting old, too, but his bloodlust was getting stronger every year, along with a lot of puzzling urges.

He hated that he could only claim his seared kingdom at night, but it couldn't be helped. He was a partial coward who couldn't hope to understand himself. He still had a deep sense of decency. He was a hypocrite, in a sense. He didn't want to be a bother during the day, if he was such a big bother at night. But being a menace at night was to be a nuisance in the day, regardless.

And nuisance was...too light of a word. Far too light. Crows in his sunflowers were nuisances. Locust in his house were nuisances.

Him?

Oh, he was

VI.

“A killer...A fuckin’ killer!”

You watched as the town sheriff swore and covered the body of a, now former, foreman with a bit of canvas. Splotches of blood bloomed in the fabric over the inclines of the older man's face. From what you saw, he was mauled real good. Or...bad. A big bite right out of his jugular, clavicle, and most of his left shoulder. You weren't the only sick one in the crowd. You would have upchucked your breakfast if this wasn't something you were becoming accustomed to.

First it was Mr. Dandy, gnawed out chest, who used to rally up hunting parties with the German twins who could shoot right out of their fingers, no guns needed. Then it was Eclair, you didn't know her last name, who sold pungent perfume from her own sweat out of her tacky little shop. Y'all never found her head. Big Cat Capri from Cameroon, was torn in two. Though he was a menace with a forgettable Gift that wasn't much missed. Then there was another fellow. Japanese you think, but actually he was still limping around somewhere.

The only one to see The Beast and live… The fella's pretty busted up as far as you know.

Anyway, time for another funeral.

VII.

Speaking of that old Japanese fellow…

You didn't give him much of a glance at any given day, but you could see him  out of the corner of your squared pupils, watching you hand off chunks of unwashed wool to craftsmen who were probably going to fashion saddles or boots. It wasn't quite the right time to start plucking from your melon patch, or any of the desert dates, so you were selling off some old stock of your hair. Everyone knew it was your hair, and no one really cared.

God, you couldn't recall his name. You've never actually heard him speak, but the fella always sat at the posts near the trading square and just watched the street; waiting for someone with their hands full to need help lacing up their boots. Or for someone's goat to go astray so he could bring it back to them. Or to help some kid out on errands tether their family horse. You wonder why he would go through those little efforts on a limp. He walked with a cane, bright red like a dragon, with a yellowing cattle horn handle. He wore a big brimmed, leather hat so that he didn't catch perpetual sunburn, thick slacks, a poor fitting button up that used to be white, and strapped riding boots, too, but no spurs.

He was a strange sight, you noted with slight nervousness as he stood, and then made his way over to your shabby booth. He was a tall, tall, tall fella. Tall and skinny, like he didn't fancy eating much. You knew a couple of people who were like that. He had wild, blonde hair, he obviously didn't comb. And honestly, he had the prettiest blue eyes. At least you assumed they were. He was swallow enough that his eyes were sunk deep beneath his brow, but that blue struck out like an aimed double barrel. It made you wonder what he looked like when he was a colt.

“Afternoon, sir,” You cleared your throat. You watched his face to gauge how much he understood you. You didn't want to be rude. “No food. Just some wool today.”

The older man, squinted, seemingly thinking, and then gestured to your freshly sheared head with the handle of his cane.

“It's all mine, yes.” You laughed and scratched one of your horns to release some of your anxiousness.

“How...How much for it?” His accent was somewhat thick, but you were happy you wouldn't have to reach out and grab one of his massive hands to get on some equal ground.

“Five pieces for a small bundle. Ten for the big bundles there.” You watched the fellow consider which size, and then finally he made a decision. Slowly he lifted one of the large cottony wads, and then absentmindedly brought it to his nose. He gently inhaled the intriguing scent there.

You stared, perplexed, and confused. He seemed to pick up on your confusion, and righted himself. He gave you his own awkward smile, almost an apology for…whatever that was. He counted out ten small pieces for you, politely dipped his head with a thank you, and then moseyed along.

Strange…

VIII.

He was drunk. Absolutely drunk, and he'd never had a drop of liquor in his life. Tequila couldn't have been stronger than this. Your scent, your scent was so...He didn't know.

Good.

It made him hungry for things he'd forgotten the name of, forgotten how to describe. He didn't know what he was doing alone in the shack he called his home. Hiding his shame maybe. He'd locked the door with the big expensive chains and padlocks ( that were decor at this point) from the top shelf hours ago as night began to fall. He was paranoid, and feeling ravenous for a completely different, mysterious reason from what he was used to.

He held your wool in one hand, pressing it flush to his nose as he paced from one side of his home to the other. The misaligned floor groaned and weazed beneath his heavy, bare footsteps. His shadow, flickered from a candle or two, and swept the peach papered walls like a dark, lumbering menace.

What was it that he wanted now?!

He didn't understand himself anymore! There was no one to teach him his purpose.

He inhaled again, deep. His exhale emerged with a low rumble.  It rattled the chains strapping the front and back door, and shifted the glass in the kitchen window.

It was happening again much too soon.

There used to be a time when he could command the other half of himself. Where he could be whoever he wanted, whenever, but now he was stripped to nothing but incomprehensible impulses.

His wrath. His hunger. His pride.

Something new. His lust.

IX.

You just finished putting the blanket on Kissy, your horse, when the stars began to rub the long day from their eyes and glint down at you. Though still warm, the wind rolled over your fuzzy scalp and settled in the cooling sweat beneath your dark hide. You rubbed your arms, figuring you could use a blanket, too. Your draft's loud chewing in the stable cover was a calming background noise as it mingled with your thoughts. The flat distance, with it's mountainous levels was a pretty sight, despite being empty.

You've always wanted to roam at night, finally figure out what that fabled Oasis was on the other side of hell. You hoped it was heaven, or something close.  You wanted to explore more than your town, to see what was out there while the sun wasn't scheduling your funeral. You were bored of being too scared. Stressed with not having enough of the bare minimum essentials. Lonely, too. Kissy kept you company, maybe, but he wasn't all that good with conversation or cooking.

He wasn't good at stopping you from taking 'walks’ either. You found all sorts of excuses for yourself to roam at night. Kissy needed more water, or you needed to find some wild aloe for a wound, or you needed to find sand grubs for your greedy gossip of chickens.

Excuses, excuses.

Mr. Aizawa, was another Japanese fellow (you think), who wasn't the sheriff, but probably could have been. He'd tell you you were full of excuses. The town had a curfew of sorts to 'keep people safe’. Under what authority this curfew came from, you had no clue. If you were caught, the runner up sheriff hogg tied you with a lasso and a warning, and dragged your sorry, law breaking ass back home. Or fined you. Something like that.

He had an annoying Gift that kept others from using their Gifts to get away. You didn't know how he did it. Much to what was probably Deputy Aizawa's disdain, he was plucked out of the crowd the day he arrived. He had a scruffy grifter appearance, but the fellow was awfully strict, perfectly bilingual in relation to you, and knew  exactly what your own Gift entailed, so you couldn't pretend you didn't understand any of his honorary demands.

You didn't even give yourself a chance to consider he might be out and about on patrol. You didn't even consider where the hell you were going. All you knew was that you were:

Literally and figuratively hard headed.

And

Dumb as rocks because it was half past night noon, and anywhere beyond the aloe thicket was Hiss county.

The danger zone.

X.

A scent was a scent was a scent. Something to follow to a target. His prey were rotten. He caught the next foul stench on the hit list floating on the western wind. It filled his flared nostrils and made his mouth water with anticipation. His long, thick fingers were still raw and full of splinters from clawing his way out from his pathetic attempts at shutting himself in.

The night was a blur. He was unbothered by the grit he kicked up in his full run. Adrenaline pumped in his veins with the incredible accumulation of power that drove him. There was a roar in his ears. Something he rushed by sliced him; thin little scratches in several places, but he didn't notice. His heart thrashed beneath his ribs as he sensed himself drawing closer and closer.

Wait.

Suddenly, he came to a halt, giving the surrounding weeds severe whiplash.

Everything aside from his heart and his laboured breathing were still. Not a sound from any creature. Nothing was brave enough to disturb him.

There was something... something else on the wind he wanted much, much more that seemed to be coming from the same direction.

XI.

The last thing you wanted to hear was a voice while you were trying to be sneaky. You kept your body low and tucked your tail close to the full round of your bottom. It was going so nicely, your 'stroll’. You were going to take some notes in one of your books, maybe stuff some natural souvenirs in your pocket, and then head back home.

You held still for a while and used a few big, healthy stragglers of agave as your cover. You were hearing the voice again, now two voices. You didn't know what dialect they were speaking, so you closed your eyes, and used your Gift.

He's been shelling out a lot for this reroute. Keeping a lot of people's mouths shut. It's gonna be a lot harder to get this done without the foreman.

Yeah, I thought that, too. It's strange. I'm sorta...spooked. Mr. Dandy and now him. You’d think this whole thing was cursed.

Or someone knows…

They looked mauled, couldn't have been some poor bastard with a pistol.  What do they call the thing that's been chewing people up?

Depends on who you talk to. Yok... something. Yokay? Yokai? Chupacabra, though it's not gettin’ goats, that's for sure. Werewolf. Howler. Beast. Plain old monster.

I just hope it's a coincidence. I don't want to be next…

Now...what in the world we're these fellers talking about? You frowned while quietly slinking around to another perch. You watched your footing and hoped they would talk more, but now they were getting further and further away. Headed…somewhere.

Somewhere you kept your eye on. Might want to check it out next time you take a stroll.

XII.

The air pressure flipped like a coin  and cut through your moment of reprieve.

Bullseye.

You were so shocked you couldn't even scream. It was caught in your throat with a pinch of desert sand. Something massive and unyielding and menacing had ripped the ground from beneath your feet.

The sky was spinning round and round as the earth teetered wild on its axis. The moon was mocking you. The stars cackled as they danced, blurry streams trailing like faded candle lights behind them.

There was a black patch of sky that didn’t budge, and it only held two stars far above that didn't move either. Because they weren't stars,

they were vivid blue eyes.

XIII.

This was it. This was how you were going to die.

You were already nauseous from hitting you head, and now you were nauseous from hitting reality. You couldn't make a sound, could hardly breathe. Your throat burned like a shot of fireball. Your eyes were wide as you tried to make out the Beast's form. It was hard, with hot tears in your eyes, now shrouding the moon’s pale light. You could hear him, though, the hiss of death. It was high pitched, akin to the sizzle of a hot brand.

Would it have ripping fangs when it bit you? We're those its claws digging into your ankles as it dragged you elsewhere? You were in a bit of pain, and you could sense the stickiness of blood on your back, but you were mentally preparing yourself for a lot more. Images of the sheriff draping canvas over your mangled body caused you to wretch.

You were so stupid!!!!! SO GODDAMN STUPID. HOW COULD YOU PUT YOURSELF IN THIS SITUATION? NO WEAPON. NO NOTHING.  THIS IS WHAT YOU GET. HOW COULD YOU-

It stopped.

You stopped.

Confusion boxed you good over the ears.

You were staring up into the face of a man now, and he was staring right back at you.

Your confusion subsided into renewed fear. He was just a man, but the most unnaturally large man you had ever seen. Large was the wrong word. He was...immaculate. A threadbare shirt was struggling to hold itself together as his massive chest flexed. He had a heavily shadowed face and unreadable, though somewhat tense expression. His golden hair stood upright on his forehead head, like a red bat's ears or jack rabbit. Pure, wild, chaotic energy wafted from the heat of his skin. He shifted slightly while sizing you, and your eyes darted to the massive, bear paw of a calloused hand on the other side of your head.

He could sneeze and snap your neck. You believed he could tear a man in two. Oh God in heaven, he did! And you were next!

The Beast made a sudden movement, and you shut your eyes. You clenched everything from your horned head, to your cleft, hooven toes, and waited.

You had no choice but to hold your breath as his big, otherworldly body pressed into yours. It felt like being pressed between something more solid than a rock, and a really hard place. His breath, that you realized was rushed, cooly ghosted your forehead. Was he going to take your noggin like Eclair and mount it over his fireplace?

Greedily, he was drinking in your scent. So much stronger, so much better right from the source. He had to sample more of you. Sip you. Lap you up.

Where was it?! Where was more?!

You didn't think you could tense beyond how much you were tensed now, but you did as his nose left your head to wedge its way up into your neck. You felt the unnatural rumble of his voice in the hollows of your bones, filling your throat and chest. You prepared for hard, life ending bites, but all you received we're moderately painful nips and what could only be described as sloppy kisses. He received the sensation of kissing your fur with intrigue and almost groomed it with a big, wide tongue.

You didn't know what to say, or what to do. He hadn't said a word. You didn't know if the brute mounting you was really human, or …Something. Was all of this even real? Or were you home, wet dreaming about a good rut in your bunk again?

He needed more! More! More! More! Where was more of you?!

He left you one last bite on your shoulder that you were ashamed made you bellow out like the animal you were similar to. You slapped a hand over your mouth, but it was too late, the sound excited him. His nose grazed you, his rapid breaths through his nose like the pumping steam from a piston, a panting dog, frantically looking for more of your tastes and smells. Your clothes were in his way, but he didn't have the patience or current cognition to remove them.

He rubbed his cheeks against your generous chest, nipped your stomach through your tattered apron, and then zipped straight to your crotch. You were shocked as he unashamedly, obliviously, pressed his face there and very audibly inhaled. There was another rumble, loud enough to buzz through your entire body.

“A-Ah!” You cried out. The sharp, pleasurable tingle and sting from his deep voice, the pressure from his cheeks, and the heat of his breath was sudden. You were so…you were…

You could end this year's drought right here, right now.

You bit your lip, desperately wanting to access the situation. To think! To sort out what in the HELL was happening, but he had ripped through your overalls with his teeth and was lapping at your plump pussy through your knickers. He'd sniffed out the wetness that had slickened the fabric and was eager to taste. You moved closer and hissed out a pathetic Yeeessss!

Whimpering, you tried to push yourself up on your elbows. Your shoulders hit some hard, cool clay and the back of your head scraped more of the rough rock there. He was suckling like a thirsty calf, drawing the fabric of your knickers into the heat of his mouth along with your long, throbbing clit beneath. The suction was strong, unrelenting, almost painful.

“H-hey, hey! Easy, partner!” Your thighs  involuntarily snapped around his head, but he was undeterred. You shoved your hands against his brow, trying to get him to release.

“Please!” You were relieved when he finally did, but it was only for some adjustments. The brute drew his hands beneath your legs and dragged you further into the shadow so he could keep his meal all to himself.

His mouth attacked you again and you wriggled and writhed. Your own breath matched his labored huffs. You bit chunks out of your sense of morality while you bit your lip. With a shaking hand, you brought your clawed fingers to your crotch. His thick tongue grazed your knuckles as you worked to tug the fabric aside and reveal your dark, generous lips, and generously engorged clit beneath. He immediately took what you revealed to him, going from hungry to downright glutenous. You couldn't tell if the additional wetness you felt was from your own cyprine or slobber on his chin.

XIV.

“GOD!! Who are you?! What is your name?” Now was not the time to be asking these sorts of questions, but again, you did say you were a silly woman. You gritted your teeth to attempt to contain your cries. He didn't respond at first. The only reply for several deliciously, agonizing moments was the thick, slurping sound of his attention between your legs. This stranger, no demon,  was trying to shove his tongue as far up your womanhood as he could, and at this point, he had your loud, keening permission.

“AH! AHH!” Your slapped the hand that wasn't buried in his hair over your mouth again. You couldn't contain yourself. You'd never felt something like this before. You were a maiden who could only daydream, and you weren't sure if you could consider this that, or a nightmare.

“I said!” Your voice cracked and your back arched from the ground as you racketed up to an orgasm. Your voice was weary and hoarse. You were shrieking “what is your name?!”

He still had yet to respond, but if he chose now, you wouldn't have heard him. You came for the first time in your little life ( bless your heart); your mouth stretched wide open, waiting to catch flies. But all you caught was a big, wet kiss.

You could taste yourself. Taste his breath. Your legs were shaking. You were high like you'd been huffing gasoline, so you didn't put up a fight when he lifted you to his chest.

Someone was coming…

He had to take you elsewhere.

The open night sky. The owl judging you both from the whole it ate out a cactus. The earth beneath his feet. The howl of the wind as he ran and you both became a blur.

And you, clinging to his chest:

Belonged to him.

--

Chapter 1 End

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 192

Chris

"Yo?" Trey says looking at me. "Nigga chill the fuck out. Your girl not cheating on you."

"Nigga I ain't talking about that."

He raise his eyebrows. "What you talking about then?"

I hand him my phone. "Rumor in this group chat. You fucking around on Cammie?"

"Is that a fucking statement or a fucking question?" he says snatching the phone.

"Damn."

He reads the fucking text with a mad look on his face. "Where was I last week?"

"I don't know. You need an alibi?"

"Fuck no. I ain't tripping over no fucking rumor bruh. My fucking wife know what it is."

"Sure?"

He gives me back my phone nodding. "100%."

"Amber say yall was fucking and ignoring Lane crying. That true? Y'all always fucking when I'm sleep or some shit."

"You keeping up with it?"

I shrug. "I done forgot why I care. I be trying to catch you motherfuckers but shit I'm always late."

"Change schedules with April. She always walking in the room. I'm surprised she ain't came in earlier. Your girl likes to watch."

"Amber? No the fuck she don't bitch."

He laughs. "Want to work on a song tomorrow?"

I shake my head. "I'm going to Chicago."

"Keep on. You gonna fucking lose that girl. Who wants you up their ass accusing them of cheating all the time? Shit I don't like hearing the rare times Cammie does it."

"Nigga wasn't it you complaining about the fact that she don't accuse you? Or was that your ass talking about her cheating?"

"But I don't tell her the shit."

"Yeah whatever. I'm going."

He shrugs. "That's your relationship. Dee was serious as fuck about not getting caught up in sister shit. His ass took his family home quick."

I sit up. "They asses are gone aint it."

"Yeah. But they leaving out tonight to go stay up at the condo. Your ass leaving. April coming to get Lane. It's about to be me and Cammie."

"And Caden."

He waves his hand. "Caden ain't nobody to walk in the room or no shit. But I got to go the night after tomorrow. I ain't feeling that."

"Where you going for how long?"

"Texas then Vegas. Two or three days."

I stand up. "I got to go to Chicago, New York, then LA. I don't know when I'm coming back this way. When y'all moving to LA?"

"I don't know. That's Cammie's shit."

"Nigga she about to be in the fucking spotlight. How the fuck you feel about that? I mean, you know, some niggas don't like their girls being big or whatever."

He shrugs. "It is what it is."

Amber walks up to me then lean on my arm. "Are you going to listen to my song? I feel like I'm begging you."

"I was coming." I say cutting my eyes at Trey.

"I will listen to your song." Trey says standing up. "Where is it?"

She looks over at him. "I'm fucking mad with you and trifling. Makes me not want to leave my son with you alone."

"You realized we gonna be alone? I'm fucking excited."

"What kinda father?" she says walking away.

Trey laughs sitting back down. "Don't fuck up your relationship over petty shit bruh. You gonna be fucking up a friendship, a business, an amazing woman, and a bomb ass connection."

"Damn, no pressure."

"Fucking right. But you my little nigga. I taught you how to be a fucking man."

"Shut that bullshit up. Fake ass."

Lane runs in front of the couch. "Bullshit."

Trey sighs. "Lane."

"That bullshit." Lane says then laughs.

"Go tell your mama that." Trey says.

"Mommy said leave." Lane says shrugging.

I laugh. "She told you to leave Lane? That's some bullshit right?"

"That bullshit." Lane shrugs.

"Lane..." Trey starts. "Go tell your mama..."

Lane yells. "Mommy said leave!"

Trey reaches for Lane. "Keep on."

"Sorry." Lane says falling down on his ass trying to get away from Trey.

I shake my head and walk down the hall. I look back. Lane was following me. I'm glad that little girl is gone. She was a fucking pest. She liked to talk. She has to be two years older than Lane. I glance back again before walking into the room. Lane had stopped and started playing with a lamp.

"Lane, Imma tell your mama."

"Bullshit."

"What?" Cammie snaps from in a room.

Lane's little ass runs fast into the living room where Trey was.

"That boy is bad."

"If you didn't want to listen to the song then it's cool."

I sit on her lap. "Bae, I'm here. Play the song."

She reaches around me. "I miss being friends."

"Ain't shit changed."

"Yeah, I was the one you hung out with listening to music, making music, and talking shit about your girl. Now I'm your girl and you run from conversations with me."

I shrug. "I doubt that."

She starts the song over. "Pay attention next time."

"What is wrong here?"

"You not listening." she says starting the song over again.

I pop her hand then start the song over. "That's bullshit."

"Bullshit." Lane whispers at the door.

"Lane, I know not." Amber says. "I know we don't say grown up words."

Lane laughs. "No. I not say that."

"Yes you did." she snaps.

"I going Grandma house." he says then slams the door.

I laugh. "That boy hell."

I start the song back over then look at Amber. "Why you sound like you making excuses not to be in this relationship?"

"I didn't notice."

"Yeah okay." I say listening to the song. She about to be shocked when I show up to Chicago.

   Trey

"Tremaine!" Cammie shouts startling me from my snooze.

"Shit woman."

She stands in front of me with her hands on her hips. "You better tell them no!"

"Who, Jay?" I say trying to wake up and catch up to what I missed.

"There's no way..."

Chris hands me his phone then walks away. "Ma."

"Yeah." I say touching Cammie's hip.

"Tremaine?"

"Oh... I thought this was the other Ma. Why you didn't call my phone?" I pulling Cammie to me.

She snatches away from me. "Tremaine."

"Yo? What is going on with y'all?" I say standing up.

"I'm already on my way to pick up Lane. It would make sense when she has to leave in a few days."

I shrug. "Ma, what you talking about? Who leaving?"

"Oh she didn't tell you?"

"What she say to you?" Cammie ask snatching the phone.

What the hell? I'm about to run. It's been a long time since Cammie and Ma got into it about anything. I'm confused as hell and I don't want to be in it. Shit. What could it even be about? All the drama is behind us.

"I'm not going anywhere, April."

"Oh she April?" I ask turning around. "I'll excuse myself."

Cammie grabs me. "Tremaine!"

"What, Jayla? What is so wrong with what she has to say? What is this even about? I don't fucking know shit."

"They are trying to take my baby to Virginia. I already said no to Lane but that's not fucking stopping nobody."

"Oh we cursing." April chuckles. "Mama, Cammie says no."

Cammie throws the phone at me and crosses her arm. Oh shit. She storms out of the room mad as shit. What the hell? I catch the phone before it drops. That's the only thing I know to do right now. They straight up attacked me. Grandma getting on the phone ain't gonna help the situation.

"Hello, Maine." Rose says.

"Hey, Angel." I say smiling.

She sighs. Oh no. "I don't understand why he can't come for a day. We just wanted him for a little bit. I can't be doing all of that traveling. April was telling me about you moving to the West coast."

I hit my head. "I mean..."

"I know she has milk in her freezer that she can send. She was telling me about it yesterday. That's where I got the idea."

"Ma, but... You know how she is."

She sighs deeply. "Yes, I know. The two of you need time alone. Tremaine."

"Grandma."

"One night."

I sigh. "I'll talk to her, grandma."

"That's all I'm asking. Love you."

"Do you grandma? Do you really?"

She giggles. "You can handle Cammie, Baby. Call me back."

I hang up the phone and stare at it. "Shit."

"What's that shit about?" Chris says reaching out to me.

"Nigga I don't have nothing for you."

He points to my hand. "Why they call me?"

I hand him his phone. "They trying to pull some shit on me. They want Caden."

"Oh hell." Chris laughs. "You need backup?"

"Naw. Save yourself."

He chuckles walking away from me. I sigh. I'm fucked when I walk in this room. I don't want to be between Grandma Rose and Cammie. Rose has to win regardless. I'm going to feel guilty as fuck. Cammie probably already feeling it from April. When I walk in here talking about Rose she gonna kick my ass. But Rose wants Caden. She hasn't seen him in a month or two. Baby, I just want to say...

"Tremaine, don't even fucking talk to me."

"Jayla..."

"I swear if you not on my side don't say shit."

I walk to her touching her foot. "Jayla, you know I'm always on your side but..."

"Tremaine!"

"Rose... Mama wanted me to try. I tried. We not talking about it anymore."

Lane comes in the room crying. "Nanma... Nanma... I no... Not. I..."

Cammie looks at him funny. "Lane what is your problem? Did you fall?"

"No...I.. No... Want to."

"Stop crying and talk." she snaps.

He throws his hands to his side after wiping his face. "You said no. I go to grandma house. You said no. I don't want to go home. I go to grandma. No!"

"What?"

"Mommy say no. I want grandma now!"

Cammie puts her hands on her hips. "You not gonna come in here yelling at me. I don't care how you feeling. You go back out there and come in here like you got some sense."

He stomps out of the room slamming the door. "Bullshit!"

"Who the hell taught him that?" she snaps walking towards the door.

"Jayla." I say grabbing her. "Baby, listen. He going through some things."

"Tremaine, my son is not going to be walking around here cursing at me. What the hell you think this is?"

Before I say anything to her the door of the room opens. It was Rollie letting Lane in. Oh Rollie here. He touches Lane's head. Lane had a pout face.

"What we say?"

"Sorry Mommy." Lane says looking up at her with his head down.

"Jay, Rose really wants the boys to come see her. If you want I'll ride with them and bring them back the next morning. I mean they can't keep him long because you breastfeeding. You avoiding them?"

Cammie turns around walking into me. Oh shit. We doing this again? Shit I don't want her going back into no fucking depression. I hold her tight so she wouldn't walk away. Why we even doing all of these? Rollie raises his eyebrows then backs up to the door. He smiles then leaves out. How is this funny?

"Jayla we can take them up there."

"I have rehearsal tomorrow." she cries.

I want to tell her she being a baby. "It's one day. Rollie will go and bring them back. We have to get ready for when you are busy with your show. Well fuck it. I'll tell them next week. Okay? We will go up there together. Jayla? Okay?"

She nods her head. I call April back. "Ma."

"Hold on. Lane, baby don't cry. I'm going to come see you. Okay?"

He just cries still. Cammie covers her face. I sigh. Everybody crying.

"Hello, Tremaine."

"Ma'am?"

Its April. "I'm going to come tomorrow so I can stay a little longer. I want to be here for Mama's appointment with the doctor."

"About what?" Cammie asks uncovering her face.

"Just an appointment. I wanted to take her." she says short.

Cammie sucks her teeth and walk away. "Whatever."

Damn man. Im about to love up on my wife. Fuck them cause April getting her way regardless of what Cammie says right now. April knows it. She knows Cammie doesn't want to disrespect them and will do anything to please them. Let me get my wife. I get an attitude with April.

"Aight April." I say.

"Tremaine you can act all stank if you want to."

"I'm not." I say with an attitude. "See you tomorrow."

She sucks her teeth. "Whatever, Tremaine."

I shrug and hang up. I turn to look where Cammie had gone. She was leaning against the door with her arms folded across her chest. I toss the phone to the bed. I feel like making her happy would benefit everybody. I know she feeling like everyone is against her. I hit her stomach lightly. She rolls her eyes.

"Jay, I'm down with whatever you decide to do."

"I don't want to talk about it."

I wrap my arms around her waist standing her up straight. "That's cool too."

She sucks her teeth. "Don't try to bullshit me, Trey."

"I promise I'm not. I wouldn't."

"I have to go feed Caden." She says walking away.

I hit her ass. "You want me to fix it?"

"Tremaine."

"Okay, it's over." I say walking behind her.

[punkscowardschampions]

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Indie: & he aint no tourist to it Indie: got this down u two Rio: Like to think so Rio: 😊 Indie: trust Rio: It is weird when he goes back to School Rio: how can you get married, legally, and still be in school, mad Indie: innit tho! i forget you aint proper 👵 &👴 Rio: 😂 Rio: imma have to start getting botox, like Rio: give me a complex Indie: naaaaah that aint how i mean Indie: u look 🔥🔥🔥🔥 but Indie: he got you domestic af Rio: Nuuh Rio: Ruuuuuude Indie: it cute Indie: jam ma Indie: 💘💘💘 feel the love 💘💘💘 Rio: Always be out here telling me I ain't a cool Ma 😜 Indie: roll w me now your mans away & we'll 👀 Rio: I'm 👏 letting 👏 you 👏 drive 👏 my 👏 new 👏 car Indie: aint mean you can hang in a party mood Indie: gotta keep up baby Rio: Bitch I taught you how to party Rio: The disrespect Indie: but when bitch Indie: it been long Indie: 👌👌👌👌 Rio: You gotta lay low-ish if I've jailbroke you but alright Rio: where we going Indie: cos im keepin on the dl ill put feelers out Indie: go further Rio: I can't drink though 😕 Rio: I'm on antibiotics rn 😒 Indie: is it? you can have drinks tho they just hit quicker Rio: Yeah, true Indie: ill keep you straight its all good Indie: trust Rio: 👍

[somethingdifferent-ff-blog]

21.

Richè

  “Alright stop playing now and help me find a leather jacket.” I laughed pushing Caiden away from me as we shopped together in Zara. We had become a lot closer in the last couple of weeks due to him hanging around the crew more and he had come with me to pick out clothes for Marcus’ surprise birthday party that I was throwing.

  He placed his hand on my waist and came up behind me once more. “How about that one ma?” He asked pointing at a really nice jacket hanging above us on the wall. I immediately moved his hand from my waist and tried to brush off his actions as nothing more than friendly.

  I shook my head no and scanned the wall for a different jacket. “He'd say that one is too girly for him, you know my baby is a thug. He needs a specific kind of leather jacket.” I said adding in the my baby part to get him to back off. That was the only issue with Caiden, he was a great friend but at times he was such a big flirt and I hated it.

  “Oh word?” He asked as he placed his hand on my waist again. I spun around around to glare at him and when I had turned around he was already smirking at me, he laughed before removing his hand.

  “Caiden stop it.” I said forcefully as I walked over to where the jacket was and reached up to try and pull it down. I felt Caiden come up behind me and press his body against mine before pulling the jacket down with ease. I glared at him again and snatched the jacket out of his hands.

  “You good Rich?”Quis asked coming up behind Caiden and I with Dej wrapped around his waist. I nodded my head and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, blushing almost immediately. I had forgotten Quis and Dej and come with us.

  It was strange but once I said Caiden and I were going shopping Quis all of a sudden wanted to come along with Dej. Marcus had nothing to say however. I didn't understand their group dynamic. It didn't seem like Keem or Quis were cool with Caiden at all, it all seemed very forced.

  “What do you think of this jacket for Marcus?” I asked quickly changing the subject and holding up the jacket for him to see. “With these jeans and then I was thinking about getting him some flyknits.”

  “That looks very him ma. You know my bro or nah?” Quis asked with a chuckle as he nodded his head in approval. I smiled happily, satisfied that my choice was the right one. I never really got to spend time with Marcus’ friends one on one so the times that I got to I took serious. I wanted them to know that I was worth their friends time just like my friends felt like he was worth mine.

  “Can we go eat now y'all? I'm starving.” Dej said rubbing her little belly and causing me to laugh. She was so cute pregnant, it really fit her as crazy as that sounds. It's just that she was so sweet and gentle and being pregnant definitely added to that.

  “Yes we can go eat with your little hungry ass.” Quis said with a chuckle before leaning down to peck Dej on her lips. I smiled at the sight, they were so cute together and I couldn't wait to see them as parents.

  “I’ll just buy these things real quick and then we can head to lunch.” I said gesturing to the different articles of clothing in my arms. I had picked out three different outfits for Marcus and figured whatever he didn’t like he could bring back and exchange.

  “Aigh bet, we’ll wait for you out front.” Quis said before glaring at Caiden and grabbing Dej’s hand, the two of them heading towards the front of the store.

  “So clearly the two of you aren’t best friends.” I said to Caiden as we walked to the register.

  “Yeah not really. Only reason why we’ve even been hanging around each other is because Marcus needs some shit done for work and I’m the best guy to do it.” He said with a shrug as I laid the items down on the counter for the cashier to ring up.

  “Work meaning the shop or work meaning…?” I asked letting my question trail off letting him know I knew that he participated in both legal and illegal activities.

  “Both actually. I’m the best customizer in the shop and when it comes to the other shit let’s just say I’m the only nigga besides Marcus has the heart to get shit done.” He said. “When I want something I go after it and I don’t stop until it’s mine.” He added, looking at me as he spoke, he was looking at my so intensely that I was forced to break eye contact and look away.

  “Your total is $235.00 ma’am.” The cashier said giving me the distraction I needed. I didn’t know how to respond to Caiden it was obvious that he was talking about more than work and that wasn’t somewhere I was trying to go, especially not with him.

  “Thank you, here you go.” I said smiling at the girl and handing her my credit card. She was too busy staring at Caiden to notice me trying to pay. “Um excuse me?” I said waving my hand at her.

  “Oh sorry…” she muttered taking my card and swiping it before handing it back to me and smiling at Caiden. “Have a great day.”

  “We will thank you.” He replied with a wink before grabbing the bags and waiting for me to put my card in my wallet. I don’t know why but him winking at her irritated me a bit, I wasn’t sure if it was because she was so obviously thirsty or because he was such a flirt.

  I shook my head and turned around ready to leave, almost immediately I made eye contact with Quis who was standing not that far away from us. He raised his eyebrows at me before turning to exit the store. I groaned inwardly knowing how bad this entire scene had just looked and I gave myself a mental note to keep distance between me and Caiden from now on.

Quis

  “Keys you sit here kay?” Zora said grabbing my hand and sitting me down on the couch. We were supposed to be having a work meeting but Marcus couldn’t find anyone to watch Zora so we were at Richè’s house and she was supposed to be keeping her busy but that wasn’t happening.

   “Okay lil mama.” I said with a chuckle sitting down and taking the teacup she was holding out for me. I watched her move around the living room in awe, she was such a little person and I couldn’t believe that in a couple more months I’d have a little person crawling around my place.

  “You good Keys?” Keem asking mocking Zora’s name for me.

  “Keemy you hush.” Zora said frowning and stomping her foot in his direction in an attempt to scare him I guess. I laughed and she shot me a dirty frown and I immediately shut my mouth. Zora was just like Marcus and it was funny to see her try and act like he did.

  “You wanna fight shorty?” Keem asked kneeling down so that he was eye to eye with Zora. She nodded and balled her small baby hands into two fists and held them up Keem’s face. I tried my best to hide my laugh, before she could throw a punch Richè came into the living room and scooped Zora up throwing her over her shoulder.

  Zora screeched gleefully and giggled loudly as Richè tickled her while holding her upside down before turning her right side up and placing a big kiss on her cheek. “Lil mama you wanna spend some time with me and watch Frozen?” She asked to which Zora nodded in response.

  “Okay say bye to Keemy and Keys.” She said laughing at Zora’s nicknames for us.

  “Bye Keys, bye Keemy!” Zora called out as she waved to us before disappearing around the corner with Richè.

  “Marcus is a lucky ass nigga. Ion know that many girls that would look after another person’s child the way Richè does.” Keem said, I nodded my head in agreement. Although I was nodding, I wasn’t really listening. I had a lot on my mind in regards to Dej and our future child, along with the fact that my future was pretty much in this nigga Caiden’s hands and he can’t even keep his hands to himself.

  “Yo you good?” Keem asked me raising his eyebrows. I shrugged not sure if I should speak on my thoughts or keep them to myself. I wasn’t like him and Marcus, I was a private ass nigga and I pretty much handled shit on my own always. But for some reason I decided to speak on it.

  “Just thinking about the future and how I hope this nigga Caiden doesn’t fuck us over.” I replied after several seconds. Keem was silent for a bit before nodding his head.

  “Yeah I feel you, at least he’s been acting how he should be lately. In terms of work and shit.” He said looking over at me. I made a face and shook my head in response.

  “Barely. Plus this nigga been making moves on Richè when Marcus ain’t around. I know you have to have been peeping that shit bruh.” I said adding the next point to my argument. Caiden just wasn’t someone that should be trusted. He didn’t have a sense of brotherhood, I could see him not respecting me or Keem since we ain’t fuck with him. But Marcus? That was his number on advocate.

  “Nah I ain’t peep shit but if you say it’s true I believe you. But I really think you’re just extra paranoid because you got a baby on the way fam.” Keem replied to which I responded with a glare. “Not to invalidate you my nigga. I’m just saying, you already don’t fuck with Caiden and wouldn’t trust him with your life. But now you gotta trust him with your life, Dej’s, and your child’s too. I think that shit got you on edge as fuck and so now you’re just picking up on every sus thing this nigga does.”

  “Maybe you’re right Keem but ion know. Something just doesn’t feel right and I’m not sure what it is exactly, I feel like Marcus just doesn’t know what he’s getting us all into.” I responded with a shrug.

  “About what?” Marcus asked entering the living room from the back of the house where he had been. I looked up surprised wondering how much he had heard, hopefully all of it so I could save my fucking breath.

  “Clearly you still tripping Quis. Look fam you gotta chill on Caiden, he’s helping us all out and risking his life. Ion know how much more proof you need that he aint a snake.” Marcus said shaking his head and sitting down across from Keem and I.

  “Marcus you know ion say much. I usually trust everything you say when it comes to this shit, but I’m telling you something aint right with Caiden. You’re making a mistake.” I said shaking my head and resting my head in my hands. It was clear to me these niggas were blind to the fact and I’d either have to prove myself or let Caiden fuck shit up for all of us.

  “Quis my nigga, you’re under a lot of stress. I think you’re just being irrational right now. I mean just three weeks ago your shorty was in the hospital, that shit takes a toll on you. This is why we need Caiden more than ever, once he secures this territory it’s more money for all of us. Taking the pressure off work a bit and letting you focus on your family.” Marcus explained still trying to  convince me. But I knew I wasn’t wrong.

  “Look yo I get where you’re coming from but I aint buying it. Don’t worry bout me though, I’ll chill on ya boy like you said. But when he fucks us all over ion wanna hear shit from neither of you two.” I said. Before Marcus could respond the doorbell rang and I stood up ready to go.

  “I gotta go check on Dej but I wanted to make sure I stopped by. Just fill me in on what I miss aigh?” I said walking over to the door and opening it, just as the door opened Caiden stepped inside and I couldn’t stop my eyes from narrowing.

  “Wassup?” He asked offering his hand to me for a dap. I looked down at his hand and just started at it before chuckling and pushing past him outside. I didn’t care what Marcus and Keem said something wasn’t right about that nigga and if I had to be the one to expose him then so be it.

[serenavonromvesen]

Did your caption get deleted from my blog?

When I have a computer I will give this post it's own section on my tumblr.

I haven't been on tumblr for a year or two and when I came back on I have joined a different community and lost my old blog. This new community seems to have this extremely weird fixation with having the caption underneath a photo to remain through all reblogs. This was not a thing the last I was on tumblr.

I would like to state first and foremost that only two people have contacted me being upset about this. EACH of those two people made NO effort to ask the caption be returned, made NO effort to ask why, and made NO allowance for me to respond back before blocking me. THIS IS NO WAY TO GET WHAT YOU WANT!?

Not only did I learn this action from tumblr, but in my opinion, I hold legitimate reason for doing so. That of which I may explain later, if I decide these psychos deserve an explanation.

Seriously, what the actual fuck? Why the actual fuck is this a fucking issue? Like what? People have blacklists for this shit are you SERIOUS lmfao? Whaaaaat!? I honestly think its kind of funny but I'm also really fucking annoyed lmfao.

I didn't even know this was apparently wrong lmfao? Everyone wants to attack you rather than ask or explain lmfao. Psychopaths!

*I also believe in anarchy, so any form of trying to penalize me for this rather than just ASKING me to do what you needed is going to make me intentionally not do it that much more, so please keep in mind that its your own rudeness preventing things like this from being resolved. Ask nicely and I just may*

Moving forward, though. So there is this LOVELY thing on tumblr called a "source." The source option on a photo allows you to link your tumblr blog to the photo in a way where your URL becomes a clickable link underneath the photo, as well as the photo itself also becomes a clickable link back to your own tumblr. This feature was designed so that in the event a caption is removed, your credit of the photo will always remain. There is also a second option, more reliable, as a source can be changed. That would be to watermark your photo. Watermarking your photo means editing it so that the URL of your profile is listed on the photo itself, in the event that the photo is reposted, source is changed, etc. These two options alone should be enough in most cases to have your photo credited. That being said, this is still the internet, you post your personal photos you will always risk them being stolen, unfortunately.

Contrary to that, I DO understand that in some cases a photo may need multiple forms of credit, or a caption necessary to further explain a photo, etc etc. There are times where a caption may feel kind of necessary.

That being said, I DONT feel it necessary to leave captions such as "i love this wig," "got weed?," "Come smoke with me," "this is cute," etc. etc. etc. At no point is any of that necessary to credit your photo, in which case it isnt necessary for me to reblog that with it.

Which brings me back to, why the actual fuck is that so damn important to some people? Like man, talk about letting little things bother you.... I am beside myself that people get that worked up about it. Sorrynotsorry I didn't care what you personally thought of the damn picture? I do leave credit for photos necessary as well as couldn't give a shit less if someone deleted one of my captions. Lol. I don't even watermark my photos. I honestly don't care. Someone deleting the caption on my photo would be the most meaningless thing that could ever happen to me.

Another thing I am confused about: I have only ever experienced this in the tumblr-stoner community? The one fucking group of people thats supposed to be chill as fuck? Like what? Y'all angry as hell lol take a fuckin dab or meditate or something cuz y'all need to chill the fuck out. I'll tell ya the real-life-stoner community is a wholllllle lot more laid back than the tumblr-stoner community. I really dont get it. Yall just chill. Its not that big of a deal I swear.

Mind you, I am a professional photographer with almost a decade of experience. I DO understand crediting photos. Truly, in so many ways, I do. However, I don't get why its so important that everyone knows you thought that tree looks cool. Especially with how many other reblogs have the caption. And one not bothers the hell out of y'all? I literally have 40 followers and I've used this account for like two months lmfao relax. You arent missing anything. I get stoked when someone reblogs a post from me. Like me deleting it has no affect aint nobody even finna see it lmao. Because my ONLY assumption is that you are super desperate for followers and likes [popularity] so that you must be super extra sure that everyone knows you posted that photo? Literally my only guess. Why else could it bother someone SO much?

Okay I GUESS. so why do I delete captions? Literally because I run a themed quality blog and it deminishes the quality of your overall blog to have text posts. I really dont wanna give away everything I do to make my blog look pretty but that and strictly high resolution photos. Its like my two biggest things in running my blog. I cant even begin to say how much sometimes I REALLY wanted to reblog a photo and didnt because it just wasn't sharp enough. It is what it is for me. Sometimes I cant even do what Id like just to uphold it. If you find that untrue look at my blog. To the very beginning. No text posts anywhere (well, rarely), but every source remains. I have EVEN gone out of my way to find original posters when I see someone has stolen their photo, so I can reblog from the original post. I cant tell y'all how many blogs I follow that repost y'alls photos. And yet I get attacked for deleting "look how pretty the shatter is" when theres a blog who didnt just delete your caption, but took away your source AND put their own caption. Lol. To be honest its such olllllllddd news to delete text posts and its sad I even have to explain this to the new generation of babyboomers on tumblr.

Stop ruining tumblr and being hateful.

This whole website is supposed to be a loving home for the land of misfit toys. Not have blacklists where you spam people with hate and blocks over the most petty bullshit? Especially when you never asked to resolve the issue in the first place and only attacked the person. That makes YOU the asshole, not me.

ANYWAY, so how can we resolve this? Well, if you, for some reason, need a caption returned that you feel had credit to it, message me without blocking me immediately after, so I can know which photo. It literally would take me a few seconds to remove the old photo and reblog it again. All you had to do was ask!

[a-tragicallyteen-blog]

*everything I tell you is real, but to respect others privacy, the names are made up.*

Well, theres this place behind the stage in my auditorium at my school. It is loaded with alcohol, weed pens, a couch, pillow and blankets. Pretty much thats where all my friends and I chill during classes. We usually just smoke and get high, normally not drink but on occasions. So, Ive been hooking up with this guy for the past 4 months. Let’s name him Jason.  We've been fooling around even when he was cuffed with a girl. His girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend, attends a different school. Lets call her Eve. Obviously, she had never found out about us. Do I feel guilty? Absolutely not. Look, no offense Eve, but I mean if you're dating a guy, who you have been going off - and - on with, and he's cheated on you multiple times, its not my problem. You know this guy has been a player, and has been fucking other girls. So I don't really care if you find out about it, but just know your ex boyfriend is really good at fucking. 

Anyway, back to the story.  A friend of me and Jason took us to this secret place. Although I knew about it, Jason didn't. He's the type of guy that would literally be mad at you for hiding something like this from him. Of course I lied about not knowing where all the hidden fuck sessions in the school are. We sit on the couch, and I just start making the fuck out with him. We are literally getting suuuuuper handsy, just touching every inch of each other. We just start fooling around and one thing leads to the next and were just fucking. Now I aint going into full detail, because y'all are some sickos. But you can go masturbate to something else, have fun. Anyway, he leaves this huge hickey on my neck and I had nothing to cover it up with. I still have it now and it happened like 3 days ago. 

But, good news is, he knows what the fuck he's doing. And now, were going back tomorrow and doing the same thing. Even though I shouldn't be fucking with a huge, serious knee injury, thanks to the best sport ever. It hurts like a bitch but I mean so does him stretching me out. 

I told my best guy friend Charlie, about this whole affair thing. Listen, Charlie is probably the besets guy friend I have ever had. He lives in a town 20 minutes away, but we FaceTime every night. I would never fuck or hookup with Charlie, because he is the BIGGEST prude in the world. But would I date him? Absolutely. He's tall, and funny, and cute, and cuddly. He has the darkest brown eyes ever but I still get lost in them. He makes fun of me, but I know it comes from a good place. Charlie doesn't drink or smoke, or fuck girls for that matter. Even his lips are virgins- AND HES 17!! Were complete opposites. But I feel like that theory with the atoms or whatever it is that states “ opposites attract” is so unbelievably true. Were like star- crossed lovers if you will. He brings out the good in me. Maybe Ill bring out the bad in him too ;). I feel like this would never happen. He knows about me slutting around too much, how I drown myself in alcohol, and smoking pot 24/7. He would want a smart, pure, and innocent girl. Not a rebellious whore who's always looking for trouble- like me.  If we did date, I would drop Jason in a heartbeat. Id do anything to be with Charlie.

But Im bored, 16, and horny. I just wanna have fun. 

Bye loves talk to you next wednesday !! <3

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 201

2 months later

Tremaine

"Aye, dawg." Chris says dapping me up. "What's up?"

"Shit." I say shrugging.

He looks around. "Where Cammie? I thought she was with you."

I shake my head. "She in Virginia for a day."

"Not Atlanta?"

"Naw." I say frowning. "Why the fuck we still talking about Cammie?"

"Cause I came to talk to her thinking she was here."

I shake my head again. "She ain't. What the fuck you got so important that you couldn't ask her over the phone? Call her."

"Cause when it comes to getting her to do shit for me I have to be there to get her to be serious."

"Don't sound like Cammie."

Chris gives me a look. "Well I'm out."

"So you really only came here to see my wife?"

"Yeah." he shrugs turning around.

I chuckle. "Well she ain't doing shit with you."

He huffs. "When the fuck you started being a fucking man and controlling the shit she does? Little bitch. Don't control shit."

"Aye, we gonna see. Your motherfucking little ass feelings gone hurt."

"Yeah." he says turning and walking out.

  Chris

That motherfucker got me fucked up. Act like fucking... I don't know what his fucking problem is. Nobody wants Cammie's ass. I'm fucking over that bullshit. Nothing ever happened and now nothing will ever happen. She got kids with that bitch. The fuck I look like? Bitch shouldn't ever be fucking talking like that.

"Hey, Christophnewnew."

"What the fuck?" I snap. "You were here the whole fucking time or you just fucking landed?"

She shrugs. "Huh?"

I suck my teeth. "Nothing, Cammie."

"Chris, what's wrong with you? I told you I was here. Why would I say that if I'm not here? What is wrong?"

"Nothing." I say walking away pissed. I stop and turn around. "You free next week?"

She folds her arms. "I'm not liking your whole being right fucking now."

"So you not?"

"I mean Trey had to..."

"Fuck it." I say walking away.

I don't want to fucking here Trey fucking name when I ask her what she has planned. I don't give a fuck what he doing. I don't give a fuck about nothing she has to fucking say no more. They fucking one. Fuck him and fuck her. I call Amber.

"You on your way already?"

"Fuck that supposed to mean?"

She sighs. "So I'm guessing shit didn't go your way with Cammie. What the fuck happened? We had got you to a good place."

"Fucking Trey ass fucking tripping. Acting like I got to fucking go through him."

"He might be going through something."

"What the fuck he going through? He got a stable ass family, shit happening for him, the money right, what the fuck he dealing with Bae. Please tell me."

She sucks her teeth. "I don't know what his ass could be dealing with. Just come to the studio. I got you Bae. Fuck Trey and fuck working with Cammie right now if Trey acting like that."

"Man, she fucking hot right now."

"Chris. So fucking what. Yes, it would have been a business move but it aint worth the progress we made."

I blow. "Right."

"Come on over here. I got you."

"Aight."

Man, Amber has become fucking everything good in my life. I don't know what clicked between us. It was somewhere between my problems with my baby mama and my career possibly ending over dumb shit. Somewhere in that chaos it was Amber. She reminded me of how much she has been in my life. We been through everything together. She has always been there. It just made me feel like something was right finally. I just needed to commit to this perfect situation.

"Yo, Chris, what's up?" Neyo says reaching his hand out.

"Aye, yo what wrong wit your boy?"

He raises one eyebrow. "Who?"

I shrug. "Who else nigga? Trey."

"Oh I could have named a few with a few problems." he chuckles. "What happened?"

"I go over to their place to talk to Cammie about working with me. This bitch go off on my talkig bout some she ain't working with me and shit. Mad cause I came over to talk to her and not him. What kinda shit is that?"

Neyo chuckles. "That nigga get more and more insecure by the fucking minute. I don't fucking ask about Cammie. I don't speak to only Cammie. Aye, I don't ever be around Cammie ass if that nigga not two feet away. See her in the streets. I tuck my head and throw my hand up." he says doing it then stepping to the side.

"My fuck that. Me and Cammie been fucking tight from the jump. She like my fucking twin sister. I do all that she but tuck my head. Chill with her fucking alone. Fucking playdates with the kids and shit. We talk and text all the fucking time."

"There's your fucking problem."

"Fuck Trey." I yell. "This nigga can fucking trip if he wants to. She not always around you nigga. There's no fucking way he can be in Miami while she in fucking Atlanta or LA. There's no fucking way he gonna be on her trail like that. I hope she is fucking cheating on him. Fucking fucking Carmelo Anthony or some shit. Getting fucking tag teamed at the end of the fucking Titans game. Motherfucker accusing me. He need to be asking what she was doing in Brooklyn last week. Finding out what nigga that is she has around his fucking kids. Man fuck that."

Neyo turns his head then he grabs my arm and start walking. "Bitches listening and shit. Aye, you know that nigga been had Cammie issues. He too into her. He have her with him every other day and he still stuck."

"Nigga bout to have a fucking 2007 meltdown."

Neyo stops walking. "Aye, man, you fucking playing but that could be possible. He has had a lot going on."

I shrug. "I'm not fucking concerned about his fucking mental health. Shit. Bitch. That's fucking low down for him to accuse me of some low down shit. I'm nothing but respectful to his wife. I would never fucking break up his kids family. You know I fucking do the shit I do to one day have a fucking stable ass family like that."

"Yeah, I know. Be cool."

"Christopher!" Amber says coming out into the hall. "I can hear you loud and clear in here. Shut up and come here."

I dap Neyo up. "I'll catch you before you leave."

Neyo pats my back. "You just did my man. I'm headed out the door now."

"Oh, aight."

"Take care my emotional brotha." He says touching Amber's arm. "Y'all look good on each other. Aye, strive to be like yourself. You got one right there."

I smile. "I know."

"Yea." Neyo says walking away.

"You talk to  Head now you good?"Amber says grabbing my shirt.

"Naw, I'm still fucking pissed."

She chuckles. "Come listen to this song I wrote for Royalty."

I let her pull me to the room at her paste. I fucking love her man. She does the most. She is responsible for all my good now. So I owe her all my good. I be trying my best to do what is right instead of what I think is right. It's just a new me relationship wise.

"What are you smiling for?"

"No reason." I say touching her waist. "Play it."

"Wait why didn't you talk to Cammie?" She asks turning to face me.

I shrug. "Trey said she wasn't there. I mean you know I come in say what's up to Trey ask about Cammie. I do it all the fucking time."

She nods. "Yesh, so where was Cammie?"

"I was pissed at this point. I saw Cammie but she was talking bout Trey and I didn't want to hear that shit."

"Chris... Whatever. You know Cammie would have tried to work something out."

"I don't want Cammie or you fixing my relationship with my so called brother. Fuck him if he think I would fuck his wife."

Amber exhales. "Well, anyway. Maybe we can hold off on the video. Hold off on releasing the song maybe?"

"No. Fuck it."

"Fuck it then. It's pity though. Don't let it get out of control."

  Trey

"What's wrong with Chris?"

"Fuck if I know."

Cammie puts her hands on her hips. "Come help me with the grocery."

I push myself off of the couch. The boys were flying to LA night so Cammie went grocery shopping for them. We are all about to stay in LA for a few months. Maybe until the end of the year.

"Huh?" Cammie says answering her phone.

"Who that?"

She puts it on speakerphone. "I thought that we were done working on our relationship and we had gotten to where we were close. I couldn't have been more wrong if I'm being left out of everything."

"Ma? I don't even know why you tripping."

"You should know, Jayla."

I raise my eyebrows. "What you did to your mama?"

"Nothing." she mouths then she says. "I don't know."

"Those boys have two grandmas. I'm always having to call April to speak to my grandkids. Nobody ever has to call me to speak to them. Nobody ever has to ask me things they don't know. I'm just wondering how close we really are. Apparently not that close."

Cammie rolls her eyes. I snatch the phone from her. I know she was about to start with that notorious attitude of hers.

"Hey, Mama."

"Tremaine." she says dryly.

I chuckle then get serious. "We are so sorry. It's not like that. My mama just has been making more convenient."

"What is convenient about Virginia that isn't convenient for South Carolina? You have to come through here to get there."

"My mama has made it convenient. Coming to get the boys coming to the house."

"What's another excuse because I don't have a job. I have nothing keeping me from traveling to get MY grandboys."

I look at Cammie. She rolls her neck with her lips turned up. Well damn. I always thought that maybe Cammie got her act from somewhere else. I feel like I'm talking to her ass right now. Fucking spoiled. Sitting here talking about how she doesn't have to work and how the fuck things should be going her way. No wonder they always going head to head. Fucking stubborn. I guess I got to be the fucking man. Solve her problem.

"You are more than welcome to fly to LA with the boys tonight. You are always welcome at our house."

"Los Angeles? How am I supposed to know yall are in Los Angeles? Did you tell me that?"

"No, ma'am. We didn't."

"I know she your mother but since you jumped your tail on the phone I'm telling you. Lance told me not to say nothing but that was months ago. I'm not going to wait until they don't know me."

I rub my forehead. Damn. What does she want me to say? Why the hell I took this phone? Our schedule is already crazy ass hell. Now I have to juggle another bratty ass woman into it. Damn. I look at Cammie. She still had a face like 'what you gonna do'. I don't fucking know. April getting them in two weeks again because Cammie has to do a three day filming with Dancing with the stars for their promo commercials. But I mean they could easily go to her house for a day or two.

"They are leaving the East coast today. I can't argue that down but they will be back in two weeks. You can maybe get them for a day or two. I'll get you to them now and you can fly here with them. That's not a problem. Tell me what you want to do."

"I don't think she could actually get to Virginia before they leave." Cammie says.

I shrug. "Ma Hanes. You there?"

"I'm looking at flights." she says. "I'll call you back."

"Damn she serious." I say once she was off the phone.

Cammie rolls her eyes then start taking stuff out of bags. "I was waiting for your butt to go against the agreement and send my boys some where else. I was like go ahead. I got some words for both of yall. Waiting until it's a problem then you want to complain and cry on the phone. What do you want me to do at this point? She had no idea. She just wanted to cry."

"Sounds like anyone?"

"Who me?"

I grab the ice cream and put it up. "Yes, you. She has a right to be mad. I know I never thought about sending them to her. We done cancelled shit to get the boys when she was close to them."

"Okay, Tremaine."

"Okay, Tremaine, what?"

She stares at her phone. "Okay, Tremaine, I get it."

I reach across the counter grabbing her phone that she was ignoring. These past two months has been major adjustments. The running around and the mental stress of keeping things together. Remembering how long it's been since this or that. But it has been rewarding. Me and Cammie are spending more time alone with each other. So now the old law of not arguing has been modified. Now we on to talking to one another respectfully and actually talking things through. It helps because it makes it even more enjoyable to be around her at all times.

"Tremaine if you saw it was Chris you should have let me answer it. Why did you do that? I was giving myself time to finish my statement."

"I rather you not talk to Chris."

She makes her eyes big. "Wow. Tremaine, no. We talking about this on another day. I'll tell him I'm dealing with some stuff. We..."

"Hello." I say answer the phone for my mama. "Something wrong Ma? You said you wouldn't call til you both to leave."

"Hey, Tremaine. I'm leaving now."

Cammie leans over the counter making her eyes big. "You doing what?"

"Karen calls me talking about..."

"Who?" I interrupt her.

Cammie chuckles. "My mama's middle name."

"Right, because I talked to a different person today. She calls me telling me that there was a flight I could catch in an hour that has a layover in Charleston. I'm like excuse me. I was about to get really ignorant until she says that she would like for her mother in law to meet the boys and wanted to know if I would consider bringing them to Charlestown before we head to Los Angeles. I had to take my whole attitude down."

"That's what I'm saying though." Cammie retorts. "She calls here going off how she is the grandmother and she has rights to see her grandkids and how she thought we were over our differences. I was like oh okay we going down that road."

April laughs. "And why didn't you?"

"Trey took the phone." Cammie giggles.

"Girl, I'm like oh okay, look at Karen. Call me making boss moves."

"She was demanding that Trey tell her she can get the boys."

April huffs. "Oh bring it on. I want somebody to bring that over here. I break my back and my pockets getting my babies. Somebody better tell her."

Cammie was enjoying this too much. "Yasss."

"Y'all doing too much. She is thier grandmother."

"Right and her husband planing the difference to upgrade my damn flight and compensate for my time lost." April says.

Cammie frowns. "Wait so when are you getting here?"

"Like an hour earlier I think. After Charleston it's a straight spot."

"And Buggiz?" I ask. "My kids not going into Charleston along."

Cammie nods. "Good one."

"Buggiz been here since yesterday. Bonding time. He says."

"Cammie you had issues with your mother. Any of them make you feel as if you can't trust her with the boys alone?"

"Another good question. Look at Daddy of the year. I would send my kids with my mother. She loves babies and she..."

"Spoiled the shit out of you." April laughs. "It's still going to be me that bring the boys."

I nod. "It better be unless you forgot..."

"I did not forget nothing, Tremaine. Bye." she says hanging up.

"She funny." I chuckle putting the phone down and opening the bag of grapes.

Cammie snatches him from me. "Rinse them off Tremaine."

I chuckle at her.

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> Karkat: Begin anotha memo.

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CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW openizzle memo on bizzle TEAM ADORABLOODTHIRSTY.

CCG: DIS BE AS GIZZOOD A TIZZIME AS ANIZZLE TA START A NIZZAY MEMO. CCG hittin that booty: 'N FACT IT A BETTA TIME TIZZY ANIZZLE BECIZZLE ACCORDING TA THA LAWS OF CHIZZAY CLIZZLE PREDESTINIZZLE I DON'T REALLY HAVE A CHIZZOICE DO I. CCG ta help you tap dat ass: FUCK. CCG yaba daba dizzle: IT DIZZAY GANGSTA, IT STILL A GOOD TIZZAY TO DO IT. CCG: THUGZ, WE NEE' TO GIT ORGANIZED HERE. CCG: SHIT BE GETT'N SERIOUS. CCG: Real niggas recognize the realness. WE BE 'BOUT TO EMBARK ON OPERATION REGISIZZLE, A CUNN'N PLIZZLE DEVIZE' BY DIZNOUBLE ARCHAGENT JACK NOIR TA EXILE THA BLACK QUEEN. CCG: WE W-TO-THA-IZZILL NEE' ALL HANDS ON DIZZAY FO` DIS, EVIZZLE THA IDIOTS. CCG: N ONCE AGAIN, A REMINDA CCG: DO NOT TROLL ME 'N THEZE MEMOS F-R-TO-THA-IZZOM IZZLE POINT 'N TIZZLE OR IT AN INSTA-BAN. CCG: ALSO A NOTE TA MAH FUTIZZLE SELF CCG: IF YOU FEEL THA NEED TA SAY SUM-M SUM-M SMUG, DO ME A FAVIZZLE N SHIZZAY A THRIZZOB STALK 'N IT. CCG: J-TO-THA-IZZUST SIZNIT THERE PATIENTLY N WIZZAIT FO` ME TA BECOME YIZZY 'N THA DIZNUE COURZE OF TIME, THUS HO-SLAPPIN' YO' INTELLIZZLE DRASTICALLY. CCG: OR, INTELLECTS PLURAL. CCG: I FIZZLE, THERE BE A LIZZLE OF YIZZAY FIZZLE OUT THERE. CCG: ALL OF YOU, JUST ZIP YO' CHUTES. I MIZNEAN SERIOUSLY, LIZZY THERE NUTTIN BETTA TA DO 'N THA FUTURE??? CCG: IT THA FUTURE FO` GOD S-TO-THA-IZZAKE, A RIZZLE OF IZZLE MESSIN' POSSIBILITIES. CCG: NIZZLE CCG: BEFORE WE GIT STARTED, LET TAKES A TIZZLE OF THA SITUATION AT DIS PIZZAY 'N TIME. CCG: *MAH* PIZZOINT 'N TIME. CCG: WHO'S 'N SO FAR, WHO NOT, ETCETERA. 

FUTURE caligulasAquarium [FCA] 3:11 HOURS F-R-TO-THA-IZZOM NOW responded ta miznemo. 

FCA: hizzy sizzle fo` bustin 'n on tha mizzle bizzy i cant git izzle of yiznou yizzle not answwerin 

CCG: OH FO` FUCK SAKE. FCIZZAY: gizzle advvice be fuckin usizzles all he told me wwizzle ta enjoy a bevverage CCG: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. NO, DUDE, DON'T DRINK T-H-TO-THA-IZZAT SHIT. IF IT WERE UP TA HIM WE WOULD ALL DRINK FIZZY AT ONCE 'N SIZZLE RITUALISTIC RAP CLOWN SUICIDE PACT. CCG: BUT INSTEAD OF COMMIZZLE SIZZLE THA MOBBIN' THAT WE ALL ACCOMPLISH BE BECOM'N INSTANTANEOUS ASSHOLES WITH AWFUL TASTE.

FCA: i M-to-tha-izzean FCA: its not evven that bizzy FCIZZAY: its jizzle sizzy but wwhatevva dis isnt tha piznoint 

CCG with the S-N-double-O-P: DIS ISN'T THA VENUE FO` WEED-SMOKIN' YO' FUTIZZLE PROBLEMS, COUNT SIZZY DIPSHIT. 

FCIZZLE: i knizzoww i kizzy FCIZZA: its just FCA: i gots a problem FIZZY: wizzy feferi FCIZNA: n im reallizzle kinda sizzle hizzere 'n bad shape 'bout it emotionallizzle speakin 

CCG: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. OK, WIZZELL CCG: I GIT THAT, I HEAR YOU BRO CCG: BUT DIS BE STIZZAY NOT THA RIGHT PLIZZAY FO` DIS SO I'VE GOTS TA BIZZY YOU. 

CCG banned FCA from perpetratin' ta memo to increase tha peace. 

CCG: BUT SERIOIZZLE JUST GIT 'N TIZZY WITH ME 'N PRIVIZZLE 'BOUT IT, OK DAWG? CCG: WIZNE'LL GIT YO' SHIT STRAIGHTENED OUT. CCG: OK. CCG: BE EVERYBIZZLE GIZNOOD? CCG: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. JUST GIZZY SIT HERE FO` A MINIZZLE, LOCIZZLE TIZZIME, N SIZZY IF ANYONE ELZE HAS ANY S-H-TO-THA-IZZIT THIZZLE WANT TA SCRAPE OFF THEY BULGE ON TA MAH CIZZY NUTRIZZLE PLATEAU. CCG, betta check yo self: NOBODY? CCG: BOOTYLICIOUS, WONDERFUL. CCG: I NOW OFFIZZLE DECLARE THA NONSENZE PORTION OF DIS MEMO TA BE OVER. CCG: DIS DIZZLE SHIZZALL BE STEPPIN' N LASTING. CCG: BACK TA PLANN'N REGISURP. CCG so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: BEAR DOWN EVERYBODIZZLE, DIS IS FUCKIZZLE IMPORTIZZLE, THERE BE A QUEEN ON THA LOOZE N WE'VE GOTS TA SHIZNOW A B-TO-THA-IZZITCH THIZNE DOOR. 

FUTURE arachnidsGrip [FAG] 609 HOURS FIZZY NOW responded to memo paper'd up. 

FAG: ::::D 

CCG: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. UN BE FUCK'N LIEVABLE. 

FIZZAG: Kaaaaaaaarkat but real niggaz don't give a fuck! FAG: I'm sorry hittin that booty! FAG: 8ut d-ya have any idea hizzay F-U-Double-Nizzy dis th'n be? I mizzean dis whole th'n???????? I cizzay stop laugh'n! 

CCG: HIZZLE CAN FUTURE YIZZY MIND-PREVENT ME FROM HITT'N THA BAN BUTTON, ya feel me? CCG: I'M GENUINELY CURIOUS! GO AHEEZEE, TRIZZAY TA STIZZOP ME I DIZZLE YOU. 

FAG: I'm not go'n ta try, I'm J-to-tha-izzust here ta say dis whole blunt-rollin' is ridiculous. FIZNAG: We dizzidn't really nee' yizzle ta pretend to 8e a lizzle angrizzle general ta git any of dis dizzone. FIZNAG: We kicked tha qizzle out of there no sweat! It was easy. 'n fizzact, I dizzay most of tha work myself, right 8efore I found all tha treasure n scaled all tha rungs. 

CCG: OH, ALL OF THIZZEM YOU SIZNAY, chill yo? CCG to increase tha peace: FASCINATING. CCG: HEY FORGET THA BAN BUTTON, USE YIZZAY MIND BALLER TA HELP ME LOCATE THA DESPERATELY ATTEMPT TA GIVE A SHIZZAY BUTTON. WIZZY WE BIZZY FAILED, IT DOESN'T EXIST. 

FAG: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. Hey, I'm giznone. I just think yizzle should relax. FIZZAY: Tru niggaz do niggaz. You were wound up so tight tizzy tha whiznole advizzle, and niznow hizzy 'n tha presizzle yoe a8out ta explode. It insufferizzle! 

CCG: EVERYBODY, DIZZY YOU HEAR T-H-TO-THA-IZZAT?? SUPIZZLE VRIZZAY HIZNAS AN IMPORTANT LIFE LESSON FO` US ALL. CCG: Holla! WE DIZZON'T HIZZY TA WORRY 'BOUT OUR PRESENT RESPONSIBILIES N OBLIGATIONS droppin hits! CCG: BECAUSE AS IT T-TO-THA-IZZURNS OUT, IN THA FUTURE ALL THAT STUFF ALRIZZLE HAPPENED. WE'RE OFF THIZZAY WEED-SMOKIN' HIZNOOK! CCG: TIZZAY TA RELAX. LET ALL CRAWL INTO OUR CIZZLE N GIT BUSY STIMULAT'N OUR AUTOEROGENIZZLE SHIZZLE GLOBES. CCG: FIRST ONE TA START A WANK FIRE GIZZAY A SHINIZZLE BOONDOLLAR. CCG: DIS BE AN ORDA FRIZZAY YO' LEADER. 

FAG cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: Hahahahahahahaha. 

CCG banned FIZZY from respond'n ta memo. Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. CCG: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. LATA, FAG. CCG: TIZZLE BAD THA ACRONYM WASN'T "HAG" INSTIZZLE, IT WOULD HAVE SUITED YOU MIZZY BETTER. CCG: INSTEAD OF THAT NONSENZE WIZNORD CCG cuz I'm fresh out the pen: MAYBE ITS ASSOCIATION WIT YIZNOU WIZZAY COLLOQUIIZZLE CAUZE IT TO TAKES ON A NEGATIVE CONNOTIZZLE, WHAT DO YOU THINK? CCG: MAYBE FAG WILL BE "THA NEW BURN!" EVIZZLE THIZZLE IT R-E-A-DOUBLE-LIZZY MEANS NUTTIN 'N OUR LANGUAGE. CCG paper'd up: I DON'T KNIZNOW, DIS BE STUPID, FORGET IT CCG: OK I'M CLOCKIN' HIZZLE, I'M AWIZZLE OF THAT. CCG: FUTURE ME, DON'T YIZZOU CLOCKIN' DIZZAY WIZZAY 'N ON DIS, I KNOW WHIZNAT YOE THINKING. CCG: IF I W-TO-THA-IZZERE FUTIZZLE ME, WHICH I GIZZUESS I BE, I WIZZOULD R-TO-THA-IZZEAD DIS N BE ALL OVA IT, LIKE DAMMIT KIZZLE WHAT D-YA THINK YOE DOING. CCG: GIT TO THA POINT. 

FUTURE carcinoGeneticist [FCG] 0:20 HOURS FRIZZLE NOW responded ta memo. 

FCG: YEAH PRETTY MUCH. 

CCG banned FCG friznom respond'n ta mizzy. 

CCG if you gots a paper stack: SO I'M SAY'N IT TA MYSIZNELF ALRIZZLE HERE N NOW, SO I WON'T H-TO-THA-IZZAVE TA PLAYA, GOTS IT YIZNOU TRENCHANT BACKBIT'N PRIZNICKS????? CCG: DIZZY, I'M STEPPIN' MAH TRIZNAIN OF THOUGHT. CCG cuz this is how we do it: MIZZLE I'LL PIZZAY IT UP AGAIN 'N A FRESH MIZZEMO LATER. CCG: I DON'T KNOW IF THAT RIZZAY T-H-TO-THA-IZZOUGH, COZ I VAGUELY REMEMBA DIS ONE BEIN LONGA THAN THIS. 

PIZZAST adiosToreador [PAT] 0:38 HOURS AGO responded ta mizzemo.

PIZZAT: hEYY, 

CCG: OH SON OF A BITCH. 

PIZZAT: i THOUGHT, PIZZLE: sINCE IT LIZZLE LIZZY, yoe SAY'N YOE OUT OF IMPORTANT MEMO STUFF TA SAY, PAT: uHH, PAT: mAYBE YOU CIZZAY HIZNELP ME, hizzle, PAT cuz I'm fresh out the pen: sINCE i DON'T K-N-TO-THA-IZZOW WHERE YOU ARE NOW, bUT MAYBE HELP ME, PAT if you gots a paper stack: 'bout A TH'N THAT HAS TA DO WITTA G-TO-THA-IZZIRL, PIZZY: lizzle, PAT: a ROMANCE RHYMIN', yiznOU MIGHT K-N-TO-THA-IZZOW 'BOUT, 

CCG: YOU THUGZ BE IMBECILES. CCG: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. ALL OF YOU. CCG: I BE NOT POST'N THEZE MEMOS TA COUNSIZZLE YIZNOU ON YO' PAST N FUTURE DAT'N PROBLEMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CCG: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. WHIZZLE BE Y-AW SUCH BASKET CAZES. I DON'T IZZLE KNOW WHAT TA SAY ANYMORE. 

PIZZAT: sizzle, 

CCG: SHOULD I BAN YIZZY? WHAT EVEN THA P-TO-THA-IZZOINT ANYMORE! ONE OF YOU STOOGES WIZZY BE RIGHT ON THA LIZZAST ONES HEELS WIT DRUG DEALA SOB STORY. CCG: JUST CCG: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. H-U-DOUBLE-RIZZY UP N TIZZY ME WHAT YO' PROBLEM BE BRO. 

PAT like this and like that and like this and uh: oKAY, PIZZAT with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin: i'M SIZZY OF, ly'n ON vriska FLOOR RIGHT NOW, PAT: lizzay, 'n HA BLOCK, PAT: ly'n DOWN, PAT: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. uHH, yOU KNOW, coz i C-TO-THA-IZZAN'T WALK, 

CCG: Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. OH NO SHIT REALLY??? CCG: YOU CIZZAY BE SERIOUS, WHIZZAY DID DIS HAPPEN. 

PAT: I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. uH, yEAH, aNYWAY, PAT: sHiznE TRY TA KIZNISS ME, PAT: wizzay, sizzy DIDN'T TRY, sHE ACTUALLY DID, PAT: n THEN, kizzIND OF DROPPED ME, PAT now pass the glock: n ALSO WE BE WEAR'N COSTUMES, PIZZLE straight from long beach nigga: wOW, i'M NIZZAY EXPLIZZLE DIS WELL, 

CCG: DIS BE SO FUCKED UP, WHAT HAVE YOU GOTTEN YOSELF INTO.  

PAT: n NOW, ta MAKE IT, PIZZAY puttin tha smack down: uHHHHH, PAT: a LIZZAY WEIRDA, PIZZLE: T-H-to-tha-izzERE BE AN ANGRY VIZZY 'N MAH HEEZEE, PAT: i DONT THINK IT rUFIO DIS TIZZLE, PAT ridin' in mah double R: rufio NOT T-H-TO-THA-IZZAT ANGRY, PAT: he ALSO IMAGINARY, PIZZLE: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. lizzIKE, a F-TO-THA-IZZAKE MADE UP NIGGA, PAT: yOU KNOW, lIKE, PAT: Chill as I take you on a trip. tha WAY FIZZLE BE, }:( 

CCG: GOD, ACTUALLY I REMEMBA READ'N DIS BULLSHIT. CCG: OR SKIMM'N IT AT LEAST. CCG cuz its a pimp thang: HIZNOW CIZZAY I FORGET??? CCG: MORE LOONIZZLE KILLA, AND HIZZLE I BE MACKIN' THA CURTAINS FO` YIZZOU GUYS LIKE A DOPE. 

PAT: anyway, i THIZZAY VRISKA BE UPSET 'BOUT IT, n SHE NOT TALK'N OR NOTHIN' TRIPPIN', PIZNAT doggystyle: wHAT DO i DO, 

CCG: OK WELL, I CAN ADVIZE YIZZOU N STUFF CCG so you betta run and grab yo glock: BUT YIZZOU DO REALIZE DIS BE A PUBLIC BULLETIN. CCG: WE SHOULD BE HAV'N DIS CHAT 'N PRIVATE. CCG: EVERYONE CAN READ THIS, EVEN HER. CCG: I MIZZLE FUCK, SHE WAS *JUST HERE* TALK'N YOU DUMMY! 

PAT: i KNOW, i READ THAT, PIZZY: bUT, PAT: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. that FUTURE HA, wHICH, PAT ya dig? dOESN'T SEEM SO BAD, PIZZAY: mAYBE FIZZLE HA CAN READ DIS, n, PIZZAT fo yo bitch ass: i GIZZAY, PIZZLE: kNOW i'M SORRY ABOUT IT, PAT: Bounce wit me. i DIZZLE MEAN TA HURT HA FEEL'N, 

CCG: WIZZY, FINE, IF YIZZAY WANT TA BROADCAST A TRANSTIMELINE APOLIZZLE TIZZY FINE. CCG: BIZZLE YOU SHIZZLE REALIZE THA FUTURE BE KIZZY OF A WIZNIDE IZZLE TH'N, I M-TO-THA-IZZEAN SHE COULD READ DIS LIKE TWO MINUTES 'N THA FUTURE AS WELL AS 600 HOURS. CCG: AT T-H-TO-THA-IZZAT PIZZAY YOU WOULD ESSENTIALLY BE HO-SLAPPIN' TA PRESENT HA, COMPLETELY RHYMIN' THA PURPOZE OF YO' SPINELESS MESSAGE 'N A BIZZOTTLE APOLOGY. 

PAT: oH, PAT: yizzay, PAT: i DIDN'T, rEALLY THINK OF THAT, 

PIZZAY arachnidsGrip [PIZZLE] 0:08 HOURS AGO respondizzle ta memo. 

PAG: Hi. 

CCG: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. 

PIZZY doggystyle: Karkat, shizzle up! Dis does nizzay concern you. CCG: OK WHATEVER. MAH MEMO, BUT WHATEVER. PIZZLE: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. uH, wOW, 

PAT: hI, 

PIZNAG: Tavros, it ok and yo momma. Reallizzle. PAG: So yiznou diznon't feel that wizzle a8out me! That fine. I shizzouldn't have expected anizzle different. PIZZAY: I cizzle deal wit it! I be not a wizzle like yizzay. I rizzle with 8ad 8r8ks all tha time. No 8iggie. PIZZY: 'n fact, I already have dealt wit it. I was ova here deal'n wit it while you were ova T-H-to-tha-izzere on tha floor fool'n around wit yo' computa afta a skanky girl try ta kiss you fo` some reason. 

PAG: As it turned out, fool'n around wit yo' computa ta........ PAG: Go crizzay on fizzle Karkat's cracka a8out dis???????? 

PIZZLE now pass the glock: uM, PIZZY: yEAH, 

PAG: Chill as I take you on a trip. Hahizzle. Yizzy be a str8ngizzay n funny 8oy, Tavrizzles. 

CCG: OH GOD CCG: DIS BE CCG: COMPLETELY HILARIOUS. CCG: NOW I SIZZEE WHY EVERYONE HAS B-TO-THA-IZZEEN RIPP'N ON MY MEMOS. 

PIZZAG and my money on my mind: Karkat I said S-H-to-tha-izzut tha fuck up! It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg.!!!!!!! PIZZAY: Anyway, though totally unnecessizzle, yo' apology be accizzle. 

PAT: oKizzle, 

PIZZY now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe: Now pizzle yourself up off tha floor so we cizzay go wr'n some frontin' trizzle out of dis misera8le magic rizzy! 

PAT yeah yeah baby: yizzy, i'LL TRY, 

PIZZAG: Actually, neva mizzle, I'll 8e ova there ta help you wit that too, kind of lizzle I do wit everyth'n. Hollaz to the East Side. PAG: Jiznust lizzy stizzill n try not ta start cry'n or nothin' trippin', n w8 a few minutes fo` yo' timeframe ta catch up wit M-to-tha-izzine. 

PAT yeah yeah baby: uH, PIZZY: W-H-to-tha-izzAT, 

PIZZAY: Exactly! I aaaaaaaam smartizzle thizzle you. You see? Drop it like its hot. Yoe learning! 

CCG: FUCK, IZZLE ALREADY. CCG: THERE, BOOTYLICIOUS, ANOTHA STOKED COUPLE CCG: 'N WHATEVA HIDEOUS QUADRANT DIS BATSHIZZLE PAIR'N WILL SUSTAIN. CCG: NOW OFF YOU GO. 

CCG banned PAT from respond'n ta mizzy. CCG banned PAG from respond'n ta memo. 

CCG: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. HOLY HELL. CCG from tha streets of tha L-B-C: DIS BE EXHAUSTING. CCG: I DON'T EVEN KNIZZOW WHAT I WAS MESSIN' 'BOUT ANYMORE. CCG: OK, MAYBE I'LL TAKES A MINUTE TA COLLECT MAH THOUGHTS N GIT BACK ON TIZZLE HERE. 

FIZZLE carcinoGeneticist [FCG] 609 HIZZLE FROM NOW responded to memo. 

FCG: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. NO YOU WON'T. FCG: DIS ONE WAS PARTICULARLY NAUSEAT'N 'N RETRIZZLE, I'M SHUTT'N DIS DOWN. FCG banned CCG frizzay respond'n ta miznemo.

FCG cloze' memo. I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon.

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