#mainly because like I just wanna stay in my own little corner and just vibe

[misteria247]

The person you just reblogged from, Neofox, is a tcest shipper that actively makes art of it. Just wanted to let you know

Oof-

Personally I don't really look at blogs and like dig into them too deeply, I just saw the bedroom references and thought "Oh cool" and just reblogged.

But thanks for the head's up Anon.

[thetruthaboutnolan]

IF SOMEONE ELSE TAKES OVER WHAT WILL YOU DO?

I’ve been using my original alias for about a week now. The one I had before I invented Nolan back when I was 13, changed it on the groups I’m in and handed over the servers I keep on my real discord that has all my characters and lore for my two previous groups saved in including resource links to the two people that are taking over.

I’m still going to be here just using the actual nickname for my real name as the alias, all new characters and have been putting my writing through an ai to keep the vibe of my writing but improving it which I studied and according to a few people have made into my own as they felt someone else had been writing my recent posts for the last couple of weeks since I switched between the new style and my old one. Honestly, it makes me sound a lot like a friend of mine who also taught me how to improve and spend up my gif making game. I also have multiple discords for tumblr groups. Now. Pretty much really old accounts basically one for groups that have normal people and a couple of others that I’ll use for future groups that have problematic people such as those that clutch their pearls or that it’s obvious it’s cliquey and people enjoy talking shit behind people’s back on them. Just an extra layer of protection. Spent 10 bucks I was going to use for McDonald’s to buy quite a few old discord accounts just to make things interesting and make the stalkers that have made me the center of their universes stay on their toes trying to find them.

WHY WOULD PEOPLE WANNA BE ‘NOLAN’?

Well, people have been pretending I’m involved in their little dramas for years now and making up fanfics about me so why wouldn’t someone just make that leap and take the reins? It’s not much of a difference really.

But in truth, I think it’s just a desire to troll and see the world burn itself kind of thing. Nolan is someone that in a small circle is the devil incarnate, in another they are someone that can be used as something of an urban legend and used to explain or blame their bad behaviors on. And in quite a few others, they are a guy that is a great friend and admin with awesome groups and a great community on them.

Effectively, I’m someone that small corners of the community have e completely polarizing views on and have been given a legend that many are apparently interested in. No actual proof of anything is every shown or presented, even those who I admitted to having drama with in the past have either disappeared, deleted what they posted and refuse to comment, or out right now claim it wasn’t anything like they made it sound so many years ago. And only clinically insane stalkers who have pathetic loves filled with nothing but thoughts of me naked I mean dominating them oops I meant being their god are keeping the myth and legend that is Nolan.

I originally joined tumblr because jcink was boring and tumblr was new. Once I got my footing and had some great and a few not so good experiences, I decided to open my own group by bringing my old one from jcink here. My intention was to give a space where people could just enjoy themselves and have a great place to build their character and the world I created. I had plans to expand from just one group to a blog to a possible rph mainly to help with running groups and keeping the community you build happy and active. But also providing coding help and some original codes to use even themes or pages. That naturally didn’t happen thanks to Raven who was pissy at me for calling her a grammar nazi and it took years before the bullshit from that to die down enough that I could join groups without someone instantly making drama just because I was a Nolan. Now that a lot of that crap is gone and seems random people are being victims of these obsessed people that have nothing going on in their life despite already pushing 40.

Now that I have groups that are peaceful, am in groups that have no drama at least from or about me, and have been able to open a coding and a gif making blogs, it feels just right. I made this blog to distract from the places I’m actually at and now it seems right to have decoy new Nolans taking over. I went years without any drama or backlash and these few months of someone living on a futon in their mom’s basement wanting to go ham again is entertaining and has given me a lot of insight on things I suspected but didn’t have proof of these weirdos but now I know actually how to handle them and control them. Knowledge I’ve given these other two and even got the AI I’ve been playing with to acknowledge.

[pyrten]

Post about Tumblr etiquette and basic stuff that I'm trying to make as entertaining and colourful as possible because I have the attention span of a stick and if I saw long paragraphs like this too, i would go " I will scroll ".

Part 2: here you go. it’s very short, i think. 

CW! Twitter discourse (indicated, Techno's boundaries being broken. sleepytwt disbanding??, it's short, don't worry).

Hi hi hello to you all coming from Twitter after whatever the fuck happened. Sit down have a drink, take a sip, have a cookie (...cept for chocolate chip, those are mine). It's pretty safe here as long as nobody drags in the cousin we all dislike.

Tags, hashtags, not shopping tags.

We use the tags as a filtering system, basically. Like stuff about:

Tubbo in general? #tubbo .

Stuff about character Tubbo? #c!tubbo / #c!Tubbo .

Stuff about content creator Tubbo? #cc!Tubbo / #cc!tubbo.

etc. etc.

We try to keep positive stuff in the main tags (in general tags), occasionally there will be stuff about Twitter or negativity about them but generally, as far as I've seen, they aren't heavy, or they are but they're pretty solid arguments that aren't like, loud, yelling, or gives off that vibe, I suppose.

#cw!__ / #tw!__ / #neg!__ / #__ crit+ more can be tagged if needed or requested (as in, if the tag isn't already there). Depends on who runs the blog. Whether you need to send in a ask, or just reply to the post, or DM. Up to the person to runs the blog.

-- if there's more I'll add, when I think of them later --

Reblog button my beloved

I'm not : hey I study the algorithm I know shit!

But IG and Twitter runs on likes / retweets. Tumblr runs on reblogs. yeah, yeah, that small button that's like, circular next to the heart.

Looks like recycling, something the government failed to incorporate well. Looks like the recycling symbol doesn't it? yeah it just lacks one arrow and it's not a triangle.

Liking posts? Great that's nice buddy, thank you (not /s)

Reblogging? Mmmmmmm THATS THE SHIT. SEEING THAT IN MY NOTIFS? serotonin. absolutely.

please, it's like the one thing that's keeping this platform afloat and information / works spreading. also it helps spreads the post. Liking doesn't do much, most it does is be a bookmark just so you can look for that post later.

"but I don't want my blog to be flooded with stuff I reblog!" No, no, dude (gender neutral), that's how you get people to follow and find your stuff. You really worried about people being annoyed, can't find what you actually post? Refer to part 1, tags as a filtering system. Make a reference post or whatever, pin it to your profile or make a Carrd, link that stuff. If people are really that lazy to go to the hashtag, doom scrolling works for them.

Filtering, yes great mechanic.

Filtering, now, this isn't for other people to find your stuff and save them time of scrolling. It's somewhat related to the tagging system of Tumblr but it's for yourself this time, very cool.

- Gear icon. Top right corner of your profile.

- Account settings.

- Filtering.

Two options : tag filter and content filter.

Tags filter is self-explanatory. You enter the tag you don't wanna see, and done. You'll never see that tag, or any posts that have that tag again.

Content filter filters posts with certain text content. Certain- as in the text you've entered, and decided you never wanna see em.

Congratulations, your eyes didn't lose HP today.

Bruh when was this posted.

Haven't used Tumblr on a laptop for a while, but I'm pretty sure it says, uh somewhere.

But on phone:

Three dots. Top right of the post.

There it is, like, rightttt there, above that rectangle pop up thing, there's the date. Have fun seeing how dead some blogs are.

My post is getting drowned :(

Uh, reblog your own post or pin it to your own profile. That works.

So does the post drowning and disappearing into oblivion. Tapping a button requires a lot of work and if ya don't want to, shruggie.

Ayo, if you're gonna justify something about someone or any situation, be specific and as clear as you possibly could, if you mess up a little with your argument, that's fine. Edit button is a pencil on the post, you can make another post or reblog the OG post to clarify.

Use tone indicators. There are neurodivergent people on this platform, like, every platform basically. Save us some worrying and head scratching.

Use the tone indicators, and don't use them as a joke (unless it's between like close moots, and your uh following gets it then yeah I suppose that's fine, but clarify in the tags would be great).

Typing out /insert_acronym_here isn't a time consuming thing. ( A simple Google search of Reddit tone indicators can give you a list if you need it ).

Last thing I can really think of is: the hashtags is where all the short hot takes, that good shit, is.

Not just in general, in posts too ;) .

also why are people on Twitter spreading the #kick____ with saying that you shouldn't do that. Your intentions are great m8, but uh, ಠ◡ಠ that's a... It's a method.

k welcome to tumblr. Each app has their like etiquette, this is Tumblr's or the most I can think of. no you can't have my chocolate chip cookies, have a good stay.

I'm going to bed like man, I'm sleepy. (Also since people is coming in because of like, the stuff related to SBI going on twitter, gonna mainly tag that. Hope that's chill)

Also, it's Ramadan. claps, Ramadan Mubarak, have a good one y'all. (whispers hey, hey send some love to fellow Muslims, hope you're doing well.)

Edit:

15/4/2021 , 6.42 PM --- Filtering (new section)

[charlieliqueur]

Mark X Camper!Reader (Unus Annus)

Camp Days - Part One

Summary/Warnings: Unus Annus spoilers? Takes place during Camp Unus Annus, includes some of Camp Unus Annus fan stuff like the camp cabins and etc, and some of my own variations. Reader is 18+ years old, and part of cabin Taser Fire, since it seems decreed that Mark is the head counselor for that cabin. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go to the Camp Unus Annus posts and you'll find the stuff pretty quick.

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You didn't remember signing up for this camp. Probably because you didn't, you couldn't have. Oddly enough, you barely remember anything before waking up on a bus, a bag packed and other 'campers' waiting to arrive. This felt off, the bus ride, the look of it, how isolated and almost abandoned it felt. It had all the wrong feelings.

But you were still here. Almost immediately after stepping off the bus a blond man and brunette woman held out stacks of shirts. One stack white, one black. You carefully picked one, and the woman kindly said "Welcome campers! This isn't our official welcome, but we wanted to make sure you had a uniform for initiation! I'm one of the counselors here, my name is Amy! And this is Evan!" They both waved happily.

What were you doing at a summer camp again?

Why would you be here-

Suddenly you all were being ushered away to a grassy clearing with a bonfire pit. Near a roaring fire were two men, wearing semi-matching black and white clothes. One in white, one in black. They turned towards the group of several, beyond several, dozen campers of varying ages, looks, and personalities.

"Welcome to your first day of Camp Unus Annus! In just a few moments you'll be directed to your cabin!" Said the short haired one. The longer haired man said "Don't forget, Camp Unus Annus and officials are not responsible for any harm or death caused here."

"Death??" Asked a few, they also seemed to have no idea how they ended up here.

"Um, excuse me, but I don't remember signing up for this camp," said one girl.

"Me neither!"

"I don't remember too!"

"Uh, me either!"

They two men looked at one another and began laughing. It seemed almost fake. They looked back at the group of confused people. "Of course you didn't sign up, that's not how Camp works here. Now come on! And-" the man in the white shirt looked to the man in black and they said in unison looking over the group, "Don't forget the Buddy System!!"

---

You had been sorted to your cabin. You stood among a group of confused and concerned campers, as they tried to find buddies before your counselor arrived. You got paired up with a man named Gerald, mainly because he had no one else and seemed distant enough not to bother you too much. Though he seemed a little incompetent.

You all looked at the still-packed collection of supplies, when suddenly a rushing of footsteps and a loud voice boomed, "Heeeeey campeeers!!"

You all looked to see Mark. He adjusted his white shirt briefly before smiling and saying "I bet you're all thrilled to be here, and-- What's this? You don't have your tents up yet?? Well hurry! Nightfall is coming soon and the bears will be out, and the bats, and deer, and snakes-- Just, chop chop!"

The group looked among each other hesitantly. "B-Bears?" Asked a girl.

"Yeah!! And not just the animals. Bear Cabin is... well, we won't talk about them."

"Aren't you betraying the buddy system?" Asked a young man. He seemed rather upset. Probably didn't like being at a summer camp he didn't sign up for. Neither did you.

"Yeah, you've broken your own rule!" Added another boy, the first one's buddy.

"Do you wanna talk to me about rules or do you wanna listen and live??" Mark demanded strongly. Most of the younger teens immediately started opening the tent bags, pulling out the plastic structures and beginning to set them up. Gerald and yourself began setting up your tent as well. The older group members glared and hesitated, before joining in as well.

Soon tents were set up, and as Counselor Mark was inspecting them, a large portion of Taser Fire gathered around a fire pit. "What are we supposed to do?" Asked one boy, his name was Daniel. "What do you mean?" Asked Lizzy, a twenty-something girl.

"Like, the fuck are we supposed to do?? Just play along to this summer camp BS? Hasn't anyone realized we've been kidnapped??"

"Speak for yourselves," said Mickey, a thirteen year old boy. "My home fuckin' sucks, I'd rather be here getting covered in mosquito bites than have another drunk fight with my dad," he said openly. It seemed he felt safe here. What was this place doing to you all? Some now anxious, some now comfortable? And what were you feeling?

"Okay campers, it seems dusk has begun. Why don't we get a fire started for a little meal before night, eh?" Asked Mark, gesturing with an open smile. You all looked around at each other and sheepishly nodded. He gave off vibes. Vibes you weren't sure how to feel about.

"And tomorrow, we start the fun!" He assured, before gathering some wood from a pile and making a firepit. You yawned and looked around. "Hey, where's Gerald?" You asked, when suddenly the man stepped beside you, zipping his fly. "Sorry, just stepped away to-"

Suddenly Mark seized him by the collar of his shirt. "Remember... the buddy system. Nobody leaves the group without their buddy!! Understood??" This was directed at the whole group, who nervously agreed, fearing what their counselor would do if they disobeyed. You stumbled back a bit from the muscles man who practically held your buddy a foot off the ground. He lowered Gerald to the ground and stepped away, refocusing on his fire.

It started up in no time, and the campers gathered around it. You looked off into the distance and could see a few other distant lights. Fires or lanterns. There were five cabins in total.

Thicc Water, near the lake.

Breaking Wind, in a clearing.

Earth Girth, near a river.

The Bears, near a cave system.

Taser Fire, on a rocky area near the forest.

You were studying a map that had come with the supplies. Your fingers traced paths and memorized some bigger details. This place felt off, and you wanted to know where to go if you needed to run somewhere. Either away from something... or someone...

Your nervous eyes glanced up at Counselor Mark, a guitar in his hands while he strummed a tune and hummed a song no one knew. He gave off an ill aura. Ted Bundy mixed with Jigsaw and maybe a cult leader or two. Suddenly Counselor Mark saw you watching, and after your eyes met briefly, you looked back down at the map.

"So tell me all your names," he requested, and you looked up with only your eyes, to see his looking across everyone.

People answered, some more reluctant than others. What worried you most is how some who had been very upset being here were suddenly laughing and sharing past stories and tales. Once more that feeling hit you, a feeling it seemed only a few others realized. This place, these people, it was wrong. At least... at least Mark was...

---

You were lying awake in your tent, your buddy Gerald asleep beside you. He wasn't exceedingly friendly, or strong, or smart, but least he didn't snore. You were propped on your arm, a zippo lighter in your hands, lit to provide enough light to read the map. Then you noticed something in the corner. You brought the lighter closer, and it revealed words, full National Treasure style.

Near the logs whom fell, find the stories they tell. A land of old, of death and cold...

What... the... fuck? What was this about?

You suddenly heard footsteps. You clicked the lighter shut, stuffed the map under your bag, and pulled the covers of the sleeping bag over your head. You were nearly silent, but not suspiciously so. You heard them get close to the tent, and heard whispering, but you couldn't identify who.

"Such a shame..."

"Can't follow the rules, can't stay in camp..."

"It is day one, Annus, give them time."

"Life is not fair, nor is death. Time will march ever forward, my friend. Lessons must be learnt in the time they have. Momento Mori."

"Yes, that is true... which tent was it?"

"This way..."

You covered your mouth, hoping they couldn't hear your ragged and terrified breaths. You listened to the footsteps leave. It took you hours to fall asleep, and even then you were plagued by nightmares. Of two men, one in a white suit, one in black, they were familiar but you couldn't place them, their faces just out of sight.

---

"UNUS ANNUS! UNUS ANNUS! UNUS ANNUS!" A chant erupted through a speaker system you hadn't noticed existed, the sound of distorted male voices. You sprung upright, hearing someone rustle the tents and say "Time to get up campers!"

Counselor Mark.

You groaned, and suddenly went still, remembering last night. You waited for Gerald to step out so you could change. You left the tent as well, seeing a fire already started. A majority of the group was gathered round, laughing and joking and making food.

"Where's Jake?" Asked a voice, one that sounded pained and scared.

"Who?" Asked one girl.

"JAKE!" Said the boy, as if we should know. But you did, you actually remembered. Jake and this boy were the two who pointed out Mark breaking the rules. Mark simply laughed it off and said "Jake has been removed from Camp Unus Annus, should've followed the rules. Now, who wants bacon??"

"Me!!" Cheered some, holding out their plates. You stuck farther back, pulling your map from your pocket. You saw a circle appeared around a spot on the map. You couldn't leave alone. Buddy System. Didn't wanna end up like Jake...

"Hey Gerald?"

"Yeah?"

"We're going somewhere, come on."

"But what about-"

"You'll live. Besides, that bacon seems... off..."

"What do you-"

"Just shut up and follow."

"Okaaaay."

He followed you as the both of you headed towards the marking on the map. "Gonna let me know what this is about?" He asked, walking lazily, not even concerned on wild animals in the woods or poisonous plants and crazy counselors.

You yawned deeply, restless from last night's sleep. You didn't have a lot of time. Then you saw it. Stuck under a log that seemed like it had fallen decades ago, poking out, was a journal. "Help me move this," you demanded of you buddy, trying to force the log to roll.

"Y/n, you sure? It's all damp and rotted, there might be like slugs or-"

"Dammit Gerald push the log!!"

He whined again before pushing against it with you, and it rolled over enough for you to kick the journal free.

"All this way for a notebook? Pfft..."

"Yeah, a notebook. One you won't mention or you'll have more than just Mark to worry about," you warned darkly.

What was wrong with you? Would you normally say that? Yes, no? You couldn't remember. There had to be something about this place. A toxic material waste, brain fucking everyone.

Gerald hesitantly agreed to secrecy, then began his journey back, you following close behind.

"Hey, look, Taser Bitches!" Shouted an unfamiliar voice. You both looked around, before seeing a small group of kids, wearing matching bandanas. Thicc Water.

"Alright guys, pelt 'em!!!" Shouted someone, and they raised water balloons.

"What the fuc-??"

You urged Gerald to run and you both began sprinting, water balloons crashing and splatting all around you, the water seemed oddly thicc.

However you escaped with your lives, and luckily it seemed counselor Mark was gone. Good. You pulled the journal out in front of you and read the first entry.

I don't know what day it is. Not what they say. They think today is tomorrow and is also yesterday. I've been here weeks and they're saying day three. This place is wrong, so fucking wrong. But I can't leave. My buddy started the idea of cabins. He seems to be leaving me. I can't escape without help...

You entered your tent and exhaled shakily. You took a seat on the polyurethane floor. Was this from the beginning of the camp? It had to be a while ago, these cabins and all had been here for a long time, the signs and everything super old. Like, decades old. That's when what you read next horrified you.

Counselor Mark and Ethan are up to something. Kids keep going missing and it's only ones in their cabins. I have to get the fuck out of here...

How old are they? What the fuck was this?? Was this real, what did this even mean, that Counselor Mark and Ethan are-

Suddenly there was a rustling on the tent, like knocking, and a scary familiar voice asked "Hey y/n right?"

To be Continued...

A/N: Woo!! I hope to finish this story, or at least get a good few parts out. What's going on? Spoooooky. Anyways, things will obviously get more dramatic as it continues. Hope you enjoyed!

[glasyasbutch]

8, 14, 25, 27, 37! d10 option, but do 2 per question if you wanna answer w all your characters!

finally i have time on my laptop to type this out ........ thank you morgan for my life ................ (i had to roll this d10 so many times cause it refused to pick anything but 5, and while i have a lot of thoughts about gildy, other characters need love) 8.  If they were given 1000 acres of land with no strings attached, what would they do with it? Gildy: obvious answer here is build her own forge from the ground up. like hello. how sexy of her to do this. but like, she misses the bustle of being around people all the time so it’d be open to the public for demos/lessons. are teaching forges a thing? they are in my world and she runs it and its full of tiny little dwarven babies who probably shouldn’t be allowed access to burning hot metal but like she’s a cleric so its fiiiiiiine Ezra: this is a toughie for him but the dice are forcing me to think. My first thought for him would honestly be give it away to some farmers or something, since he’s never really been the kind of guy to have personal possessions or things entirely his own. like. he grew up in a temple and then spent the next large chunk of his life doing 24/7 hospice care for someone, he’s never owned a house, or had things just for him. his whole life has been about community and sharing, he’d feel bad using it for any of his own desires. 

however, for the sake of the question, if he has to take it and do something with it himself. big fat library. (where will he get the books from? don’t worry about it.) he only has 8 int but he thoroughly understands the value of knowledge, and you know, little selfish bonus. a huge collection of books like that is his best shot at finding something out about cate

14.  What’s a personality trait they wish they had?

Ebbie: Confidence. Not necessarily in the sense that he doubts himself, though he does a fair amount, but mainly what he wants is the ability to make other people believe him when he Does think he can do something. He doesn’t want to be “trying to make something of himself” in everyone’s eyes forever. He’s already made something. 

Nissy: Absolutely nothing he’s perfect how he is how DARE you insinuate that he could need ANYTHING added to his finely manufactured personali- (Patience. He has so, so many years to go ahead of him and he doesn’t know how to make things last. He’s worried that if he keeps letting people and interests slip through his fingers like sand he’ll have nothing left to hold before he even reaches his final lifetime.)

25.  If there was a day held in their honor, what would people have to do on that day? Craving: ooooooooooooooooooooooohohohohohohoho. Oh boy this is ,.... this is tasty. I’m thinking a sort of mardigras crossed with the purge but less murder in which the vibe is “fucking anything goes, you’re the tits so damn well act like it”. extravagancy, over-dressing for the occassion, blatant gluttony, open container alcohol, if you think it’s pretty its yours kinda attitude. tons of costume jewelry on your body and trinkets in your pocket with the expectation that you’ll swipe some and others will swipe yours, and you’ll come home with a new selection of “finery”. the nice things stay locked at home. restaurants offer free food and stores have huge sales, card games and county fair style side shows in the middle of the street. an excuse to indulge recklessly. Udoora: so like, there’s Kind of already a day in their honor cause the whole town has their yearly festival where they pray to the goddess and go yo whats up lady is your champion stepping down or are we re-blessing the one we already have!! but that’s not specific to doora. one Just for her... country town festival. think bilbo’s 111th birthday minus the magic fireworks. whole city comes out to party, tons of food, music and dancing, the streets lined with wildflower garlands. stories and laughing around a bonfire as the sun leaves the sky, reverence for the people around you and the place you call home.

27.  What makes a person beautiful to them?

Stella: Gentleness. Now you may read this and go how the FUCK did she end up with craving, and the answer to that is: this question said “beautiful” not “extremely sexy”. she got together with craving because she was horny and THEN she fell in love with craving’s soft side. (Her favorite physical aspect of craving is her hair. she loves to run her fingers through it, because it’s always inexplicably soft, in comparison to the horns and the barbs)

Stella grew up in the woods though, learning to tread light so as not to scare an animal or disrupt a nest. Her favorite place to be as a kid was calf-deep in the slowest part of the river. She knows the soft kiss of the sun on shoulders and the cushion of moss under toes. She was raised in the gentleness of nature, and she longs to see that gentleness reflected in humanity.

Hedja: Now this is an interesting one bc I’d explicitly decided against romance if I ever play them (not that if they don’t pursue romance they’re incapable of seeing beauty but it’s not something i’d thought much at all about). I’d say humor, levity, optimism. The ability to find any speck of brightness you can and kindle it. They don’t care much for physical looks or appearances, but that belief in happiness around every corner is what makes them continue to serve their god, because they find it to be the most beautiful part of life.

37.  What do they think is a conspiracy? Tov: so. a conspiracy that he believes is true is that rowan and sloan are fucking to make him and moos jealous. we know this. but a truth that he believes is conspiracy ... you know i’m gonna say that there’s several warlock patrons who are definitely real in d&d canon but he refuses to believe that they exist because he had such shit luck trying to contact them with rax. (don’t ask me which ones i don’t know enough d&d lore for this) Roona: my god. she’s the perfect one for this holy shit ... she’s about 30% convinced that every thing that’s been said to her for her entire life is fake and she’s part of a really fucked up social experiment, so there’s that. she’s also a strong believer in the “we’re all in a simulation” theory, as well as “i’m the only one who’s alive and everyone else is a simulation” theory. she waffles on and off as to whether all the gods are actually just one guy. there’s one town she passed through where she’s sure the king has been dead for years and is being puppeted around by a necromancer group running a shadow government. there’s no fucking way math is real, everyone’s bullshitting numbers bigger than 100. not really a conspiracy but since getting the ass spoon she doesn’t believe in the societal value of forks cause she’s been doing just fucking fine with her spoon and her hands only thank you VERY much.

[kmelanin]

Orange

Pairing~ zicoXreader  (Ft~ )

Warning~ use of drugs, aka weed. 

Summary/request~ You caught his attention and his heart

A/N~ I hope you like!! you like??

There was a plus to having socially advanced friends, and that was getting easy access to parties. You weren't as good in social settings like your friends, you were extremely awkward. So you pick and choose what parties you go to, you friends Mel and Mic, twins, always told you about every party. They just told you about a little kick back that was happening right down the street from you. You knew some people from high school who lived down the street, so you agree to going hoping it was one of theirs.

As you got ready, you keep in mind that kickbacks mainly involve smoking weed, which you are happy about. You keep your outfit simple. You pick some black skinny jeans that had rips on the knees, which annoyed you because you legs were on the thicker side which means the legs are tighter which means you are more prone to ripping your rip even more. But you loved how they looked on you. You also put on a grey sweater that was slightly cropped. You brushed your hair back into a low pony and you intertwined some weave to make it longer, it also matched your natural curl pattern so it looked a lot fuller as well. You put on some simple makeup knowing that the twins are going to want take pictures. You finish by putting on some black Docs and your side bag. You put your food and wallet in it in case you need to buy some weed.

You hear the knock on your front door that told you that the twins were here and ready to go. Since you only lived down the street you guys decided to walk in case there was alcohol and wanted to drink. You opened the door and a smile hit your face when you seen your friends standing there smiling back.

“Are you ready?” Mic asks. You nod and walk out, locking the door behind you. The three of you start heading towards the address. They walk in front of you on the sidewalk and you look at their outfits. Mic had on some black leggings and a oversized white t-shirt with a pocket. She tied it up on the side. With some all white vans. And Mel had a maroon T-shirt dress on with a black waist belt with fishnet socks and black vans. You always thought your best friends were beautiful. You never understood how you were friends with such people.

They stop causing you to as well and face towards a house that you recognize was Ninas. A girl you went to high school with. She was considered the most popular because her father owned a famous company. She dated your brother so you were considered as one of her friends, causing a little popularity to hit you. You actually hated it, so you stayed home a lot during social gatherings.

When Mel knocked on the front door, and it opened, the smell and noise hit you. Music was playing of course but it playing quit loudly. As soon as the door closed behind you three it was locked and covered back up by people. You looked around and noticed that everyone had their own blunt, or was sharing with a person next to them. Maybe you should have bought your own weed. But then again it shouldn't be hard to get any. You follow the twins to the main room and you eyes look around and instantly recognize some people from high school who you assumed were still friends with Nina.

“Hey! Come here!.” you hear a females voice call from the side of you. You all look over and notice Nina herself waving you all over. You easily get a seat, only because three guys got up and moved letting you all get their seats. You didn't think of it as much. Men all around do it, as a compliment to you. It was like telling you that you were pretty.

You sat down and looked at your surroundings. You were at a taller table on the side of the room, which let you see a lot more. The main lights were off and their were a lot of different little lights like fairy lights and lamps with different colors, around giving the home a calmer vibe. Next to the table you were at was a couch that could seat five, or at that's how many people were on it currently. There was another couch on the other side, bigger, having more people on it.  Right next to that couch was a table, no chairs, Tall, causing them to have to stand to even reach anything on it.

Their face was lit up by the lamp that was on the table. You could point out their facial features. You recognized some of them from your high school's football team.

“So do you guys wanna match?” Nina asks putting her purse on the table, you all nod pulling yours out as well.

“I didn't bring any, but I have money.” you say.

“Oh girl, don't worry.” Mel say pulling out a zip locked sandwich baggie filled with pre rolled blunts. You smiled and nodded towards you as a thank you.

“Damn, I gotta roll mine, hold on.” Nina laughs pulling out a bag of weed and some wraps.

You look back around as you wait, listening to see if you recognized the music. You eyes were pulled at the feeling of eyes on you. You catch eyes with someone, but someone people were blocking the way as they walked past.

“Here YN.” You hear and Nina and Mic both handed you a blunt each.

“Those are yours, we just chillin and having fun, fuck worrying about a rotation.” Nina smiling big, leaning back and lighting it. You pull out a lighter you had already in your purse. You light one of your blunts and start to smoke on it.

You don't do much but smoke and listen to the conversations around you. You felt eyes on you the whole time, but you just thought that it was just everyone, like you looking around.

You were almost done with your last blunt when you were sick of feeling like you were being stared at. You put out the last of your second blunt and finally look up, letting your eyes take you to whoever was looking at you.

You were shocked to see the same guy from earlier looking at you. You felt as if he wanted to having a staring contest. And with your mind going haywire you smiled softly to yourself, demanding to know what he looked like. You focused on him noticing how his hair wasn't a usual color, more blonde? No orange. Your heart pulled when you see the shine of his rounded glasses glaring in the lamps light. You watch how his lips pulled up.

You watch him as he looks away and says something, He cups his mouth and you faintly heard his voice yelling something. You know you should look away, but with how slow your body is and how much of a need to watch, it refuses. A guy comes over, he had a hood over his head so you couldn't see who it was. But orange hair covers his mouth and says something to the hooded guy.  Soon Hood walked away and you make eye contact with Orange. He licks his lips and bites his bottom lip, he smiles at you. From the corner of your eye a figure walks up to you, but you watch as Orange laughs a little and bobs his head to the music breaking his eye contact and leaning back.

You head moves to look at who walked up, and to your surprise it was the guy with the Hood pulled over his head. You could tell that his eyes were low and red, and his hood was tied covering his mouth a little.

“Yes?” Nina looks up giggling a little. The guy nods and looks towards you, he pulls out baggie from the from part of his sweatshirt and hands it to you. You were highly confused. Why in the hell...You look down and notice it was a really fat blunt. There were also a couple of huge nugs of weed.

Mic takes it from your hand so her and Mel could inspect it. Their eyes widen at what they see.

“Who is this from? You?” Mel looks up and asks.

“No, Zico. He said it was for her, and only her.” He says nodding to you and looking at Nina. She scoffs shaking her head.

“Since when did he just go around sending people to give weed out?” She asks looking at him with a irritated face.

“Maybe I have to pay. I mean I will.” You say starting to open your purse.

“No, no charge.” He says and walks away.

“Huh, Who is Zico?” You say grabbing the bag back from Mic.

“Woo Jiho? Don't you remember him from school?” Mel asks you, and you instantly remember him. It also clicked to you from looking at him earlier. God, that made you feel so awkward. You were just staring at the hottest man. Well at least that's what you thought in high school. You put the baggie in your purse.

“I'm going to go use the bathroom and then we can smoke it.” You tell the girls.

“Oh no, it's for you. I'm  not going to get yelled at.” Mic says looking away. “Plus I have my own.”

“Go to my room up stairs and down the hall the last door, there is a bathroom in there.” She points the way Zico was sitting when he was looking at you. You just nod taking a deep breath and going in that direction. As soon as you started walking that way you catch his eyes again and he watches you as you walk pass, as you do, you don't make eye contact, but from the corner you catch him looking at you up and down.

You quickly find Ninas room and use the bathroom, wash your hands and make your way back down. Kind of excited to smoke his weed.

As soon as you hit the entryway to the room you both were in, you started to make you way past it, but you were grabbed. His hand holds on to your upper arm as you look at him wondering why the hell he just grabbed you.

“Hey.” He smiles and you had to stop your eyes from widening at how beautiful his voice sounded, and he literally just said hey.

“Hi…” You say back softly. You were quite close to his face. You could smell him, and it smelled like some expensive ass cologne.

He pulls you closer, so you were completely in his hold, with his arms around you he grabs a blunt similar in size like the one he gave you. He lights it up and holds it out to you.

“Save the one I gave you for later, here.” He mumbles into your ear. You nod reaching out taking it from his fingers. You make eye contact again as you hit the blunt, noticing that it was pretty smooth. You inhale and let it out. Then you repeat.

“God, you are so beautiful.” He says bluntly, he takes the blunt and it's it as he looks at you.

Once it was gone. You felt higher then what the two blunts earlier did to you. You look up at him, and as he looks at you he smiles.

He eventually finds a chair, in fact he sat down in a big comfy chair and he pulls you on top. You have been just sitting in his arms laying back as the music plays. Everyone in the room was high and having a good time. You loved being in setting like this, where everyone was having a good time. But being in Zicos arms, you really felt on cloud 9.

“Mhmm, I've never just chilled with someone like this.” He says into your ear, the closest thing to his mouth. He was leaned back with his eyes closed. His eyes were bloodshot, and you assumed yours was the same.

“Really, what do you usually do with girls?” You say with a tease in your voice. He laughs a little.

“You made it sound weird.” he opens his eyes and looks down at you. “I don't usually hang out with girls period, if so, purely physical.” he mumbles.

“Oh, so am I not meeting you expectations.” You ask back smiling. If you weren't high, you would've shied away. But you also love this teasing attitude.

“No you’re beyond that. In the intense level.” He smiles.

“Intense huh?” You laugh at his nonsense.

“Yea, like with others, it's like just intense...ya know sometimes. But right here, with you, this is like my heart is racing at a million miles per hour type of intense.” He says softly to you. You heart swelled at his words. You bite you lip, wondering if you should say what your thinking. But then you think fuck it and say it anyways.

“Really?, but I'm just sitting on your lap.” You say looking down at your bodies. Noticing how his fingers run themselves over your skin.

“Exactly my point, I'm going to lose my shit.” he jokes. But you weren't in a joking matter. Right now you eyes were focused on him, and you heart beating at a uncontrollable speed.

“So what if I kissed you?” You bite your bottom lip again, knowing that you were most likely going to regret your whole existence if he rejects you.

“I'm dying to find out.” He whispers as he brings your faces together, you lips attach and you weren't sure if it was the weed or him that made every hair on your body stand up. You push harder against his moaning against them. You loved this feeling on yours. You felt his hand caress the side of your face as he kisses you harder. He kisses your top lip, then your bottom lip, biting it a little. He then pulls away for a second, until he kiss you again shoving his tongue into your mouth. You happily accept him. You felt his crotch harder as your tongues dance together. You pull away smiling.

“So that's what happens.” You smile harder biting your bottom lip.

“Fuck…” he says breathless.

[subconfessions]

Day 13

So it’s been 27 days, and 1560 edges since my last orgasm. July 13th is thankfully coming closer and closer, so long as I don’t do anything to get my orgasm pushed till August.

Anywhoo, to pick up again from where I left off, it was Friday and Daddy let me make my coffee without waiting for him to make his. Today was going to be a little busier for me, I had a lot of training hours I needed to complete for work (haha 15 to be exact), and then the BLM protest at 6 and I still had my edges and a blog post to finish that day.

I hadn’t gotten started on my work yet, so Daddy asked if I’d rather attach my wand, or put my dildo in my ass. I decided to go with the wand, I wasn’t sure if he was even really asking me heh. But to my surprise he told me to go tie it on. And alright, it wasn’t where it was supposed to beeee. My friend had come over and I forgot to unplug it and put it in the box before, so I had to quickly throw it in my dresser to hide it. And I swore I left it there, but I guess my memory did me dirty and I couldn’t find it. I told Daddy and he told me to focus on my training. Eventually I found my wand under my bed and put it right into the box.

After my training was done Daddy had me put my dildo in my ass, letting me know that I should probably put on some shorts so it stays in. I was to keep it in till the protest, and it had honestly been awhile since I’d put my dildo in my ass, and I always forget how good it feels, but how torturous it is to just leave it there, stretching me out and I can only wiggle around on it. Daddy told me I could take the dildo out 45 minutes before I left for the march, which left me with it in for a bit over an hour.

With shorts on, I continued about my day, not able to sit quite right, and unable to think about much else than the toy in my ass.

At five I was able to take it out, I went up to my room, and made a little video for Daddy like he asked, and making sure to show him my little gape.

I finished getting ready for the protest, I was going to wear my crotch rope and my medium plug, but I don’t really have any good clothes that will hide the rope completely, and if I wasn’t with people who don’t know about all that, I wouldn’t mind too much if it peeked out a bit, but not everyone I went with knows the kinds of things I get up too hehe but the plug, that was no problem at all to wear, helped me feel nice and subby for Daddy while I was out.

After the protest I went over to my friends house, so no more tasks for the rest of the night, and I left pretty early the next morning.

The weekends are always the worst for me getting coffee heh. I wake up so early all the time, mainly because I just prefer to, but I know Daddy doesn’t wanna get out of bed so early in the morning on the weekends, so I usually end up with some lunchtime coffee hmmph Daddy makes me work so hard to get him up. He’s lucky I can’t actually jump on the bed and poke at him hehe

But Daddy made me wait, and then surprised me by asking if I had written my blog post with all that waiting I did. Heheh nope, did not do that. So I sent Daddy a little message, but it seemed to be missing something so I added sassy emojis heh. But finally the time was here, and Daddy said we could go make coffee. Thank goodnessss

Daddy was going to be out for most of the day though, so he had a list of things for me to do. I had 100 edges to complete (since I didn’t finish the 50 yesterday), an hour of omegle shows, an hour workout with my large plug in, an hour of my nice clamps, 30 minutes of clover clamps and then pull them off, a blog post, and an hour of corner time. Quite the list, but I do like it when Daddy makes plans for my not so busy days.

I started with corner time, and Daddy suggested I combine my corner time with my clamp time, so I grabbed my clover clamps, set my timer, and got in the corner. Corner time with clamps is soooo much harder than corner time without clamps. Because there’s nothing to do but think, it’s so hard to focus on anything but the pain from the clamps. Thankfully having to stay still helped though so they weren’t getting pulled and bumped around the whole 30 minutes.

But once my timer went off I knew it was time to yoink them off. I grabbed my phone and set it up, and I tried to do it the way Daddy told me to last time, holding my tit with one hand and pulling with the other. I grabbed the chain and I pulled as hard as I could, and the thing wouldn’t budgeee. My nipples were already so sore from the 30 minutes, and I figured I would be able to do it since I did last time, so I just kept trying on both sides. It was so frustrating but they were just not letting go. After a couple minutes of trying I was feeling a whole lot of ouchies, and I hadn’t heard from Daddy so I sent Daddy the videos of me trying and then took them off nicely. I felt pretty disappointed in myself after that, but I feel it might have been the fact that they were just sitting there instead of getting pulled down by my tits in position 8. Regardless, my pussy was still soaked after all that.

After that I did my workout and then got moving on my hour of omegle shows putting my clamps on so I could get that done too. I was supposed to find people who would be willing to download an app and control my vibrator. It was hard to find people, most just wanted me to show off and would disconnect when I brought up my task. Which was understandable.

But then finally I found another dom who was willing to play with me. He took control of my vibe, and left it pretty much in the middle the whole time, aside from the occasional tapping to get me to react. He was fun to play with though, definitely brought out my submissive side right away when he told me to stop slouching. I showed him my toys, played with my tits and my clamps for him, and eventually had me spank myself for him before we parted ways. I wish I could get spanked more, but it’s really hard to spank yourself. But my ass just really wants that attention ☹

Edges time. At fifty Daddy asked for an update, so I sent him an image, and Daddy started teasing me while I was edging, making me feel really little and submissive. The edges these days are coming much easier, and especially when Daddy’s watching or talking with me while I’m edging. I finished my 100 edges and sent Daddy another picture, I was absolutely soaked and I was soooo desperate and horny. Its so conflicting at the end of my edges because I don’t want to stop, but continuing is so dangerous because it just makes me want to cum so much more.

After my edges, I went to write my blog post, but it was getting pretty late, and I actually ended up falling asleep in the middle of it. Thankfully I woke up a little bit later and Daddy seemed to find it funny that I fell asleep, and told me to go to bed and have it for him before he wakes up. I was so grateful, sometimes I just get so sleepy when I have full days, but that really just means I need to keep prioritizing better. So I sent Daddy a goodnight video and went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and got right to work on my blog post, I knew I was gonna have to get it posted before Daddy woke up, and I had a general idea of when he’d wake up, but I really wasn’t sure. Which made writing my blog post that morning that much more exciting, not even knowing how much time I had to finish it. I was almost done, I was planning on writing a bit more, but then I got Daddy’s good morning text and I flewwww to finish my blog and post it hehe. I promised Daddy that I would write another blog post though to make up for the shortness of the last one. Daddy added an hour of workout and 60 minutes of drawing for Daddy to my list. I was allowed to draw whatever I wanted but it was for Daddy and should be about us.

I worked on my picture first, I was pretty excited about my drawing pretty much right as Daddy told me about it I had an idea. I drew a picture of Daddy telling me and all my stuffies a bedtime story like he did the other night, I was really excited and had so much fun drawing it hehe I’ll probably attach an image of it once I can edit this post on my phone.

I sent it to Daddy and he seemed to really like it hehe I really like showing him my little drawings, and they’re so much fun to do and come up with and they really put me into my little space which I really like being able to retreat into like that.

Then Daddy told me about how he didn’t do his push up’s last night and how he didn’t tell the other sub/dom from our group chat, uh oh, and how she was just starting to wake up. He also confided in me that he had gone over his calories uh ohhhhh annddd that he wasn’t planning on telling herrrr oh noooooooo. And you know. Daddy is always trying to get me to tattle on him heh. So… why not? At first I bluffed and told Daddy a message I could send her, and by the time he told me I’d be in so much trouble if I sent the message I had actually sent it to her. Oops. I was really enjoying this heheh it’s a lot of fun being able to tattle on daddy to her. But Daddy was planning on being naughtyyy and if Daddy wants the other sub to tattle on me when I’m naughty, I should be able to tattle on Daddy too hehe

I think it was so much fun because it was the first time he hadn’t pushed me to tattle on him hehe

I went to start my workout because I needed to get moving on my tasks, and Daddy told me to add the large plug because if I’m gonna be a pain in the ass, ya know might as well have my own.

Daddy seemed a little grumpy about me tattling hehe he even thanked me for doing it. But sadly he wouldn’t tell me what happened, but in all honesty the process of tattling on Daddy and seeing his reaction was all I needed.

Daddy told me that he was going to think of an even meaner punishment for me. And after a little bit he came up with it. I told him I didn’t want to know heh cause I couldn’t even imagine what it could be. But then Daddy just completely reversed me into asking for it.

I was supposed to write out Daddy’s name in rubber band bruises on my tits.

When I saw that message my jaw dropped and I dropped into submission. And I loved the last bruises, but these ones were going to be just waaaaayyyy more fun. But I knew the process of making them was going to be rough. But I was very excited. Having Daddy’s name on me was going to be a whole other level of submission for me.

I wrote my blog post, it was a bit short, and I was catching up, but as we know im behind again oops.

Then I got started on my bruises, I really wanted them to look nice. I was going to have them for awhile, and it was Daddy’s name so I wanted to do a good job on it. So I kind of planned it out and worked to make my rubber band a bit smaller so I could fit everything the right size, and still be able to hide it hehe. 

It stung a lot, my right side definitely brusies easier than my left, but after doing the first two letters I got very focused and the pain wasn’t at the forefront of my mind, it was just making Daddy’s name look as nice and visable as possible. 

Daddy turned skype on and caught me at the end of it, and he really really liked them, and that made me really happy cause I was also super into the fact that I had just branded myself with Daddy’s name for the next week or two till it fades. 

After the snaps I started on my edges I told Daddy about how much easier it’s becoming for me to edge and he offered to bump up my daily number and heheh I declined, maybe soon I’ll ask to bump it up a little. 

I finished my edges and did sent some messages between Daddy and the other sub, and then it was time for bed, I tied my rope, put my plug in and send Daddy his goodnight 

Till next time

[lovedthennnow]

What started as any normal travel plug excursion, can never really go all the way down without some sort of bang! Wanna know how I almost got fined for indecency and nearly got stuck in Mexico? Keep reading to find out just how amazing Mexico was!

So first I think you wanna know how I pulled off 7 days/ 6 nights in Mexico? Well…I have been having a well deserved quarter of a life crisis and did something a little reckless a while back. While I won’t dive into any personal details it resulted in me taking a personal leave of absence from my cushy job as front desk supervisor and buying a ticket to the last place I thought I would ever find my mojo. Let’s get down to it: Mexico cost me a grand total of $402!

My flight was $202 round trip on Spirit Airlines out of Ft. Lauderdale. I know what you are thinking, eww Spirit. Well Spirit has its perks sometimes. If you can pack light and tight, the pricing can really work for you. If you are more inclined for comfort, then they may not be your airline. It was only an hour and a half flight, and I have sat for far longer with much less space. On to accommodations. We opted for Airbnb, instead of one of the more plush beach hotels. Our Airbnb was listed at $44/night and after other servicing fees, came out an even $404. Because there was two of us, we both paid $202. What we got for that price was far more than we could have ever imagined.

We stayed in a suite in Casa Tulum, located in La Valeta, about 3km outside of Tulum. The property features 3 floors, each with 4 suites, a salt water pool with adjoining jacuzzi, a restaurant, and rooftop lounge. They also offer a small area for parking as well as free bike rentals inside of the property but parking is also available outside.

Rooftop Lounge

Pool and Restaurant

By far my favorite part about our stay was the pool and restaurant! There was something so relaxing about the pool and someway all the water I stepped into in Tulum was always refreshing. Not to mention it was situated neatly in the middle of the garden. Now I haven’t used Airbnb too many times but I thought it was amazingly cool that this one had a restaurant. It was a new feature and the food was prepared by Chef Matteo Paccagnella, who has previously worked in a restaurant that has two Michelin stars. On our first night we both had fettuccini with shrimp in a chaya sauce.Needless to say, it was amazing and I had it two more times before we left. Other things we tried included: Spaghetti Bolognese (Papi called it adult spaghetti), chilaquiles with huevos racheros, tiramisu, a garden salad with prawns, and risotto. In Matteo’s kitchen there was never room for disappointment.

It could almost be safe to say that all we did in Mexico was eat (especially because I feel so heavy) but that would be so untrue. On our third day , I had been determined to go to the cenotes! I mean it was the second reason why I decided to go to Mexico in the first place. Don’t ask me the first, unless you have given me a shot of Mezcal in which you would have to go to Mexico yourself to get! Anyway, we woke up at around 9am and I had all the intentions of going to do some yoga but we woke up so late and I didn’t want the cenote to get so full with other people that I couldn’t get some good pictures. And I was right. We got there and there weren’t too many people there but by the time we were ready to leave the cenote was sprawling. Let me explain what a cenote is: they are natural “sweet water” pools that are revealed after the ceiling of a cave falls to the bottom. [insert picture] We left the cenote and had a quick bite at a very popular place called Papaya Playa Project on the beach. Now I wasn’t very impressed by their shrimp tacos but their fish tacos were pretty good and dressed well.

 Papaya Playa Project is a beach club but it also has a hotel and other amenities that come with staying there. Along the beach strip, there were many hotels with amazing views of the water and almost all of them boasted about their cabanas, restaurants, and yoga classes.

One would think that with all the yoga classes around Tulum, that everyone would be calm and relaxed, but for some reason, unbeknownst to us, there is a very large police presence in this town. Now make no mistake, we never saw anyone get pulled over or arrested, but there were definitely a lot of them either riding around, guarding the banks, in the intersections. Which brings me to my drunk Saturday night.

So me and Papi decided that we were going to go bar hopping since we had already wasted the day sleeping off all the food we ate. We started at a spot called Batey, a bar we had already been frequenting because they had an amazing sugar cane mojito. So after a few drinks, a drunk conversation with un viejo about how he had a dream like Martin Luther King, we moved onto to the next few bars. We ended up going to 4 in total, each with their own vibe and flare. The last one, had no name to my recollection  and of course I was already drunk but I can tell you it was next to the restaurant Las Mulatas and it was playing throwback reggae. For me the night had no other choice but to end well…but my bladder said otherwise. As we left the closing bar, I really had to pee. No public bathrooms or open shops in sight, I decided to go outside. I know, I know—really drunk moment and not one of my finer ones but when you gotta go, you gotta go. Anyway, as I finished and got up to leave, a police officer walks around the corners and says in English, “Ma’am there is a fine for doing that here in public, you need to come with me.” All I could think was to speak in Spanish and hope that it gets me out of whatever is about to happen. The conversation went like this:

Me: Sir, what am I being fined for?

Officer: Going to the bathroom in public,    that is not allowed here?

Me: But where was I supposed to go if not outside?

Officer: At the bar that you were in. Now please follow me

Me: That bar was closed sir, I couldn’t go back in? And how much is the fine?

Officer: Its $2000 pesos

Me: $2000 pesos I don’t have that on me at all. Seriously officer?

Officer: Yes, we can go to the ATM and you can withdraw it.

At this point I’m like there is no way you are going to charge me what would be the equivalent of $117 for going to the bathroom. So as we walked across the street:

Me: Sir I still have to go to the bathroom and there is no place open.

Officer: There is a bathroom in the public building. I will open it for you.

Me: Thank you officer, I didn’t know [that this was illegal]

Officer: Where are you all from?

Me: We are from Miami.

Officer: *as he is opening the door to the bathroom that I don’t need to really use* in the future, you can’t do that.

Me: Thank you sir.

At this point, both me and Papi have pretended to go to the bathroom. We handed the officer $500 pesos and we ran back to our car. Now do I really believe it was illegal? Of course, I do. But I also believe that he would have taken all $2000 and put them right in his pocket? Absolutely I have heard stories of how in Mexico the police will pull you over for any amount of things and charge you some ridiculous fine. I’m almost sure he didn’t expect me to speak Spanish and boy was I grateful for knowing it then. I have also heard that there isn’t getting out of a Mexican jail.

Our trip after that was pretty smooth. We lounged around our hotel, mainly because Papi had gotten sick from the food he ate. We also visited Holistika, a place where yoga classes and retreats are hosted, Muyil to see the Mayan Temples and Si’an Kaan, the UNESCO protected biosphere where we got to walk through the jungle and see the large lagoons. We were supposed to take a two hour lagoon and lazy river tour but we were afraid that it might rain, which it ultimately did.

On our last day there, we spent some time at the beach eating yet again, more fish tacos. We went and sat on some swings that over looked the ocean before taking the two hour drive back up to Cancun. The drive back was smooth and going through airport security was pretty easy. We were all set to get on the plane…at least I thought. So there is this form that you fill out before you enter into Mexico that you also need to leave Mexico. Well I didn’t realize that I lost mine until I was boarding the plane to go back. I had all of twenty minutes to run back downstairs to buy a new form, go back through security, and get back to my gate. Imagine my surprise when they told me that I had to pay to leave their country. And further more, the immigration office didn’t not except credit or debit cards. I had to take another $500 pesos to pay for the form and ran all the way back to my gate. I made it with five minutes to spare. Oh and I also managed to break the tequila bottle that my boyfriend bought for my mom. Needless to say, Mexico was an adventure, and although I would have never guessed it, Mexico holds a place in my heart.

What started as any normal travel plug excursion, can never really go all the way down without some sort of bang! Wanna know how I almost got fined for indecency and nearly got stuck in Mexico? Keep reading to find out just how amazing Mexico was! What started as any normal travel plug excursion, can never really go all the way down without some sort of bang!