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[TASK 175: SAINT LUCIA]

In celebration of December 13th being Saint Lucian National Day, here’s a masterlist below compiled of over 210+ Saint Lucian faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags, @ mention us or send us a messaging linking us to your post!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK -  examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

F:

Helen DeMacque (1958) Afro-Saint Lucian - singer.

Jacqui Boatswain / Jacqueline Boatswain (1962) Afro-Saint Lucian - actress.

Marianne Jean-Baptiste (1967) Afro-Saint Lucian / Afro-Antiguan - actress.

Angellica Bell (1976) Afro-Saint Lucian - tv presenter and radio presenter.

Nicole Fiscella (1979) Saint Lucian [Afro-Saint Lucian, Indian, Possibly Other] - actress and model.

Karlyn Percil (1979) Afro-Saint Lucian - instagrammer (karlynpercil).

Tara Edward (1987) Afro-Saint Lucian - director, model and Miss Universe Saint Lucia 2012.

Annaliese Dayes (1986) Afro-Saint Lucian, Afro-Vincentian, Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - model, DJ, tv personality, tv host, and radio host.

Joy-Ann Biscette (1986) Afro-Saint Lucian - model, Miss Saint Lucia Universe 2011, and Miss Saint Lucia World 2008.

Yasmin K. / Yasmin Knock / K-ass / Yasmin Knoch (1986) Afro-Saint Lucian / German - actress and singer.

Tara Edward (1987) Afro-Saint Lucian - model, director, and Miss Saint Lucia Universe 2012.

A.Dot / Amplify Dot / Dotty / Ashley Charles (1988) Afro-Saint Lucian - rapper, tv presenter, radio presenter, and DJ.

Nathalie Emmanuel (1989) Afro-Saint Lucian, English / Afro-Dominiquais, English - actress.

Ciarra Nevitt (1990) Afro-Saint Lucian, Afro-Jamaican, English - actress.

Roxanne Didier Nicholas (1992) Afro-Saint Lucian - model, dancer, and Miss Saint Lucia Universe 2014.

Angella Dalsou (1994) Saint Lucian - model and Miss Saint Lucia 2018.

Bebiana Mangal (1996) Afro-Saint Lucian - model and Miss Saint Lucia 2019.

Rosemary Mathurin (?) Afro-Saint Lucian / Afro-Jamaican - actress. 

Gabrielle Ryan (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - actress. 

Louise Victor (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - model and Miss Saint Lucia 2017.

La Toya Moffat (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - model, radio host, and Miss Saint Lucia 2016.

Francillia Austin (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - model and Miss Saint Lucia Earth 2014.

Oneka McKoy (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - model, tv host, Miss Saint Lucia World 2012, and Miss Saint Lucia Earth 2007.

Aiasha Tierra Rebecca Gustave (?) Saint Lucian - model and Miss Saint Lucia 2010.

Chrystal Rose (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - tv personality.

Annabel Rollins (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - model and Miss Plus Size Universe 2019.

Nicole David (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - singer.

Chelsea Reject (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - singer.

Marie-Claire Frederick (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - model.

Ayanna Irish (?) Saint Lucian, Montserratian, Jamaican, Barbadian, Panamanian - rapper.

Heather Noone (?) Afro-Saint Lucian / Korean - singer (instagram: swixxyheather).

Laura Beee (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - instagrammer (laurabeee_xo).

Tor (?) Afro-Saint Lucian, Laotian - instagrammer (_4en).

Nardia (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - model (instagram: iamnardia).

Valene (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - model (instagram: stluciasfinest).

Cinelli (?)  Afro-Saint Lucian - instagrammer (themaneater_).

Kayla (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - instagrammer (amirahml).

Shika Chica (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - instagrammer.

F - Athletes:

Verena Felicien (1964) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Eugena Gregg (1966) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Nadine George (1968) Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Philipa Thomas (1968) Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Glenicia James (1974) Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Vernetta Lesforis (1975) Afro-Saint Lucian - sprinter.

Michelle Baptiste (1977) Saint Lucian - long jumper.

Pamela Alfred (1978) Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Perdita Felicien (1980) Afro-Saint Lucian - hurdler.

Beth Lygoe (1981) Saint Lucian - sailor.

Sherri Henry (1982) Saint Lucian - swimmer.

Erma-Gene Evans (1984) Afro-Saint Lucian - javelin thrower.

Geva Mentor (1984) Afro-Saint Lucian - netball player.

Levern Spencer (1984) Afro-Saint Lucian - high jumper.

Natasha Sara Georgeos (1987) Saint Lucian - swimmer.

Makeba Alcide (1990) Afro-Saint Lucian - hurdler.

Danielle Beaubrun (1990) Afro-Saint Lucian - swimmer.

Ellaisa Marquis (1991) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Jeanelle Scheper (1994) Afro-Saint Lucian - high jumper.

Stephanie Devaux-Lovell (1995) Saint Lucian - sailor.

Qiana Joseph (2001) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Mikaili Charlemagne (2003) Afro-Saint Lucian - swimmer.

Roselyn Emmanuel (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

M:

Rick Wayne (1938) Afro-Saint Lucian - singer, author, and bodybuilder.

Joseph Marcell (1948) Afro-Saint Lucian - actor and comedian.

Leee John (1957) Afro-Saint Lucian - actor and singer-songwriter.

Paterson Joseph (1964) Afro-Saint Lucian - actor.

Trevor Nelson (1964) Afro-Saint Lucian - radio personality and DJ.

Andrew T. Lee (1968) Saint Lucian [Chinese] - actor.

Denys Baptiste (1969) Afro-Saint Lucian - saxophonist and composer.

Merwin Mondesir (1976) Afro-Saint Lucian - actor.

Bunji Garlin (1978) Trinidadian [Afro-Saint Lucian / Venezuelan] - singer-songwriter and producer.

Jordan Kensington (1981) Afro-Saint Lucian / Cameroonian - actor, tv presenter, radio presenter, songwriter, artist, and entrepreneur.

Cesár Sampson (1983) Afro-Saint Lucian / Afro-Trinidadian - singer-songwriter, model, dancer, and producer.

Dudley O’Shaughnessy (1989) Afro-Saint Lucian, Irish / English - actor, model, and boxer.

Monét X Change / Kevin Bertin (1990) Afro-Saint Lucian - drag queen, singer, and tv personality.

Rasta Marcus Theo (1991 or 1992) Afro-Saint Lucian / Afro-Dominiquais - model, singer, and personal trainer (instagram: m___nathaniel).

Joey Bada$$ / Joey Badass / Jo-Vaughn Scott (1995) Afro-Saint Lucian / Afro-Jamaican - actor, rapper-songwriter, singer, and producer.

DJ Cameo (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - radio host and DJ.

Boo / Ronald Hinkson (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - guitarist.

Arthur Allain (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - singer. 

Kayo / Kayo Guevarra (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - singer. 

Cairo Nevitt (?) Afro-Saint Lucian, English - actor, speaker, and personal trainer. - Trans! 

Lucian Jay (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - presenter. 

Aimran Simmons (?) Saint Lucian - pianist.

M - Athletes:

Bryan Mauricette (1946) Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Earl Fraites (1953) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Sylvester Mittee (1956) Afro-Saint Lucian, British - boxer.

Cornelius Henry (1956) Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Ignatius Cadette (1957) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Stuart Charles-Fevrier (1959) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Julian Charles (1961) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Kingsley Armstrong (1962) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Terrence Caroo (1964) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Ken Charlery (1964) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Les Ferdinand (1966) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Carlos Remy (1968) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

John Eugene (1970) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Warren Hackett (1971) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Éric Fanis (1971) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Ricardo Blanchard (1971) Saint Lucian - footballer.

Earl Jean (1971) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Edwin Ferdinand (1971) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Maxwell Seales (1972) Afro-Saint Lucian - sprinter.

Francis Lastic (1972) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Ivan Jean-Marie (1972) Afro-Saint Lucian - sprinter.

David Flavius (1972) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Maxime Charlemagne (1974) Afro-Saint Lucian - sprinter.

Titus Elva (1974) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Ron Promesse (1974) Afro-Saint Lucian - sprinter.

Zepherinus Joseph (1975) Afro-Saint Lucian - middle-distance runner and long-distance runner.

Dominic Johnson (1975) Saint Lucian - pole vaulter.

Francis McDonald (1975) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Danny Mitchell (1975) Saint Lucian - footballer.

Cyrille Charles (1977) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Guy George (1977) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Rio Ferdinand (1978) Afro-Saint Lucian / Irish - footballer.

Marcus Charlemagne (1978) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Alderman Lesmond (1978) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer and footballer.

Anton Ferdinand (1978) Afro-Saint Lucian / Irish - footballer.

Alvin La Feuille (1978) Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Liam George (1979) Afro-Saint Lucian / Irish - footballer.

Alleyn Prospere (1979) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Cleaveland Simon (1980) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Darel Russell (1980) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Cornelius Butcher (1980) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Nathan Justin (1981) Saint Lucian - footballer and sprinter.

Giovanni Deterville (1981) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Jarvin Skeete (1981) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Leon Knight (1982) Afro-Saint Lucian / Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Cletus Mathurin (1982) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Hanif Dolor (1982) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Alain Providence (1982) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Germal Valcin (1982) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Jamie Peterkin (1982) Saint Lucian - swimmer.

Enderson George (1982) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Rickson Augustin (1982) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Chabbie Charlery (1983) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Michael Husbands (1983) Saint Lucian [Afro-Saint Lucian, Unspecified White, Possibly Other] - footballer.

Shervin Charles (1983) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Darren Sammy (1983) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Cowin Mathurin (1983) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Garey Mathurin (1983) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Sergio Fedee (1983) Afro-Saint Lucian / Afro-Guyanese - cricketer.

Leon Legge (1985) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Troy Prospere (1985) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Andreas Willie (1985) Saint Lucian - footballer.

Xavier Gabriel (1985) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Hiram Hunte (1985) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Fabian Joseph (1985) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Iran Cassius (1985) Saint Lucian - footballer.

Darvin Edwards (1986) Afro-Saint Lucian - high jumper.

Shervon Jack (1986) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Cliff Valcin (1986) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Zaccheus Polius (1986) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Craig Emmanuel (1986) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Randy Poleon (1986) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Philip Ifil (1986) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Mervin Wells (1987) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Vernus Abbott (1987) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Bradford Worrell (1988) Afro-Saint Lucian - swimmer.

Keddy Lesporis (1988) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Caddius Emmanuel (1988) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Albert Reynolds (1988) Afro-Saint Lucian - javelin thrower.

Jahvid Best (1989) Afro-Saint Lucian / African-American - sprinter and footballer.

Johnson Charles (1989) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Junior Stanislas (1989) Afro-Saint Lucian / Macedonian - footballer.

Bernard Edward (1990) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Dalton Polius (1990) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Teran John (1990) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Lester Joseph (1991) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Kurt Frederick (1991) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Jamil Joseph (1991) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Audley Alexander (1991) Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Tremain Paul (1991) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Pernal Williams (1991) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Kevin Edward (1991) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Pessius Polius (1991) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Marland Yarde (1992) Afro-Saint Lucian - rugby player.

Melvin Aurélien (1992) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Christopher Gibson (1992) Saint Lucian, English / Finnish - ice hockey player.

Melanius Mullarkey (1992) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Jonel Scott (1992) Saint Lucian - basketball player.

Troy Greenidge (1992) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Dominic Poleon (1993) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Andrus Remy (1993) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Chris Boucher (1993) Afro-Saint Lucian / French - basketball player.

Janoi Donacien (1993) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

David Henry (1993) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Zaine Pierre (1993) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Jean-Luc Zephir (1993) Afro-Saint Lucian - swimmer.

Eden Charles (1993) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Myles Hippolyte (1994) Afro-Saint Lucian, Afro-Grenadian, English - footballer.

Jordan Augier (1994) Saint Lucian - swimmer.

Emmery Edward (1994) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Kieran Monlouis (1995) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Taryck Gabriel (1995) Afro-Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Malik St. Prix (1995) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Caniggia Elva (1996) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Jevick Macfarlane (1996) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Nick Joseph (1998) Saint Lucian - sprinter.

Chaim Roserie (1998) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Zacherinus Simon (1998) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Josh Solomon-Davies (1999) Afro-Saint Lucian / English - footballer.

Jayhan Odlum-Smith (2002) Afro-Saint Lucian - swimmer.

Patrick Wilson (?) Saint Lucian - boxer.

Sherwin Emmanuel (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer. 

Carson Millar (?) Saint Lucian - footballer.

Vic Charles (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - karateka.

Hollis Bristol (?) Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Cassim Louis (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

Winston Mauricette (?) Saint Lucian - cricketer.

Decoursey Simon (?) Afro-Saint Lucian - footballer.

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Exercise in folly 2.0 - Chapter 2.1 (Craquaria) - SamWhity

Title: Exercise in Folly 2.0

Summary: Monét looked at her with disbelief, before sighing: “Giovanni never saw the damn video. He dodged the whole thing like a pro because he was trying to be your friend”. “He’s my friend”. Cracker’s answer came without any hesitation, so natural and passionate that the other queen smiled softly. “Cracks…” Summary of the chapter: Maxwell tries again and receives an unexpected answer. Giovanni sulks and Kevin and Nicola are the best friends we all should wish for. Author’s note: Even though Aquaria and Jordan Stawecki seem to be friendly with eachother again, I decided to have them still un-reconciled for the time being. Everything you will read about this moment in time and the so-called drama should be furthermore considered purely fictional and nothing that is portrayed here has any legitimacy.

Chapter one

You keep me up at night To my messages, you do not reply You know I still like you the most The best of the best and the worst of the worst Well, you can never know The places that I go I still like you the most You’ll always be my favorite ghost

(Florence + The Machine, Big God)

Even though he deeply enjoyed touring with others queens, Maxwell Heller couldn’t help himself from sighing contently while putting down his luggage in the entrance of his apartment.

“Home sweet home”, he mumbled with a smile, before closing the door behind him.

“Coffee?”, Kathelyn asked while making her way to the kitchen.

“Of course”, the man answered, then he picked up one suitcase and started unpacking the gifts and fanarts he received on the road.

Just as he started reading a very long letter, his phone vibrated.

Monét X-Change, 2:34 pm: Got home safe?

Monét X-Change, 2:34 pm: We’re having dinner at mine, with Dustin and Yuhua. You coming?

Monét X-Change, 2:35 pm: I’ll ask Giovanni as well, but only the Lord knows what is up with that twink nowadays…

Monét X-Change, 2:35 pm: You coming, right?

Monét X-Change, 2:36 pm: Come on Cracks, answer already!

Maxwell chuckled, clearly amused by his friend’s lack of patience, before typing a short answer.

Miz Cracker, 2:37 pm: All right, all right. I’ll be there.

Monét X-Change, 2:38 pm: Perfect! Bring Kathelyn with you, it will be fun!

“What are you laughing at?”, his best friend asked, while handing him a mug full of steaming coffee.

“Kevin is being ridiculous as usual”, he explained, before taking a sip of the beverage and wincing in pain “Shit! That was really hot!”.

Kathelyn rolled her eyes, before going to her bedroom and starting to unpack.

“I’ll see a couple of friends tonight, don’t wait for me”, she said, while folding a shirt.

Maxwell nodded, then he added: “I’ll be at Kevin’s for dinner, don’t worry”.

The scoff he received as an answer was followed by a quick: “Well now I’m worried. Don’t get into any trouble, Mister”.

The look she received as an answer was enough to make her giggle.

“I love you too”, she conceded with a soft smile, then she closed the door behind her.

Kathelyn, 2:43 pm: I’m serious. We don’t have enough money to pay bail yet.

Kathelyn, 2:43 pm: Can you imagine? Okay, Kathelyn, time for slob.

Kathelyn, 2:44 pm: You have to admit that it was pretty funny.

Kathelyn, 2:44 pm: Right?

Kathelyn, 2:44 pm: RIGHT?!

Maxwell, 2:45 pm: I was waiting for you to finish your little piece…

Kathelyn, 2:45 pm: Don’t be so salty… :P

Maxwell, 2:46 pm: I will call in intervention, if you don’t stop

Maxwell, 2:47 pm: I’ve warned you

Kathelyn, 2:47 pm: You’re no fun…

After a couple of minutes, Maxwell’s phone vibrated once again, making him snort.

Kathelyn, 2:52 pm: You have to admit it. It’s time for slob was HILARIOUS.

***

Nicola, 2:43 pm: I just received the upteenth video of “Viva Las Vegas”. Please send help.

Giovanni Palandrani, barely awake but already in a weird mood, chuckled at his phone. With a little smile on his lips, he typed an answer.

Giovanni, 2:44 pm: Oh, poor you. Do you want me to send you “New York, New York”, just to switch it up a little bit?

The answer he got made him giggle stupidly.

Nicola, 2:45 pm: Do not even dare, kid! Otherwise I will personally ask Gaga to strike you from her beloved list of the most loyal fans!

Nicola, 2:45 pm: Where has the respect for the elders gone?

Nicola, 2:46 pm: Not that I’m old.

Nicola, 2:46 pm: Because I am certainly not old, understood?

Giovanni’s smile grew bigger. He quickly replied, before making his way to the balcony of the hotel room.

Giovanni, 2:47 pm: I would never imply you are old. I will just state that Shaquida was still going to daycare, while you were already driving one of those ugly tanks you like so much.

Giovanni, 2:48 pm: To quote Bob the Drag Queen, Nicola Formichetti is so old, he would probably die the moment he decided to act his age.

He did not receive any kind of answer for a couple of minutes and the lack of response made him worry he took it too far. Why was he always taking it too far?

“Goddamn it, Giovanni”, he murmured, before typing quickly.

Giovanni, 2:51 pm: It was totally inappropriate, I am so sorry! I should have just shut up.

Giovanni, 2:51 pm: Sorry, I am just in a weird mood. I am so so sorry…

Giovanni, 2:52 pm: I understand if you’re mad now but please know I really did not mean it in a disrespectful way.

The answer he got made him snort his water and sigh with relief at the same time.

Nicola, 2:54 pm: RELAX, I was just busy. I know how to roll with the punches kid… ;)

“You bastard”, he whispered, before answering.

Giovanni, 2:55 pm: Busy recording yourself playing the piano? Charming… :P

Nicola, 2:55 pm: Can we please go back to the apology? I liked you way better when you were sincerely apologizing…

Giovanni started laughing, before realising someone knocked at his hotel door.

“It’s open”, he said.

One of the hotel’s butlers was standing in front of the door, looking at him composedly, his hands hidden behind his back.

“The car will be here in less than forty minutes, sir”, he announced, before handing him a bouquet of flowers and adding: “Someone left this for you at the counter, today”.

The young man thanked him, before closing the door behind him and starting to gather his suitcases. He could do it even without Jordan, he thought to himself.

He put the bouquet on top of his carry-on, before picking the card and reading it out loud.

“To Aquaria. Thanks for the most amazing show I could possibly wish for. You are one of the best performers I had the pleasure to witness and I can’t wait to see you again, slaying on stage. Xoxo”

The boy smiled, before taking a picture of the sweet gift and uploading it to his Instastories with the caption “Blessed” and a smiling kitty.

In that exact moment, his phone vibrated again.

Monét X-Change, 3:04 pm: We’re having dinner at mine today! You’re in right?

He smiled, excited at the idea of seeing Kevin, before realizing he could not possibly make it to New York on time and sighing.

Aquaria, 3:04 pm: I wish! I’ll be back later tonight :(

Aquaria, 3:05 pm: You can feed me leftovers for brunch tomorrow, if you’re free. :D

Monét X-Change 3:05 pm: Lunch at mine and it’s a date. ;)

Aquaria, 3:06 pm: Now that took a turn…

Monét X-Change, 3:06 pm: You bitch!!!

Monét X-Change, 3:06 pm: You only wish…

A quick glance at his watch made him realize his ride would have arrived in a couple of minutes. He put his bags on the trolley he got from the reception and made his way to the elevator.

“You can make it, see?”, he murmured to himself, trying to avoid thinking about the whole drama around Jordan and his sudden interest in Los Angeles.

Once in the elevator, he found another text.

Miz Cracker, 3:12 pm: Are you coming to Monét’s?

He quickly left the message on read, before going back to the other one and trying to come up with a silly if not funny answer.

Aquaria, 3:12 pm: Last time I checked, I already gave to charity. Like a ton. Maybe next year you’ll be luckier ;)

“Weak”, he murmured to himself, before exiting the elevator and waiting for the car in the lobby of the hotel.

His phone vibrated again.

Miz Cracker, 3:14 pm: Are you purposefully ignoring me?

Miz Cracker, 3:14 pm: If you do not feel like talking it’s fine, just stop leaving me on read.

Miz Cracker, 3:15 pm: For real, Giovanni.

With a sigh, Giovanni locked the screen and saw the car approaching. He exited the building, put his sunglasses on and smiled at the driver, who then proceeded to load the suitcases in the trunk. He sat in the back-seat and put on his headphones, trying to come up with an answer for Cracker as well. Nothing. His phone vibrated once again.

Monét X-Change, 3:22 pm: You little sly bitch…

Monét X-Change, 3:22 pm: Have you talked to Cracks, btw?

Monét X-Change, 3:23 pm: And don’t you even dare to play dumb. You know better.

“Shit”, Giovanni murmured, before biting his lower lip and typing a couple of words.

Aquaria, 3:24 pm: I don’t know what to say.

Monét X-Change, 3:25 pm: Kid… just tell him how you felt while watching that video.

Aquaria, 3:25 pm: It’s not that.

Aquaria, 3:25 pm: It’s a lot more than that and I do not know how to react. And fucking everything around me is crumbling…

Monét X-Change, 3:26 pm: I heard about Jordan. I’m sorry, baby.

Aquaria, 3:26 pm: Can we please not talk about it now? I don’t really feel like crying in a taxi…

Monét X-Change, 3:27 pm: Of course, baby. Of course. I will see you tomorrow okay? Come at around one and we’ll have a kiki.

Aquaria, 3:27 pm: Thank you, Kevin. :*

“We’re here”, the driver pulled over, before exiting and starting to look for a cart to put Giovanni’s luggage on.

The young man exited the car as well, then took his bag and thanked the driver with a polite smile.

“Keep the change”, he said, while handing him some cash.

He quickly entered the airport and deposited his suitcases, before heading to the lounge and helping himself with a glass of juice.With a sigh, he took his phone out of his bag and tried to come up with a reply for Maxwell.

Nothing. Again.

The screen lit up for a quick second.

Nicola, 3:51 pm: Already at the airport? How are you feeling?

He bit his lower lip, before answering.

Giovanni, 3:52 pm: Honestly? I don’t know… I have so many things on my mind and I can’t stop thinking about other things and all this thinking is making me crazy.

“Way to go, Giovanni. You really have a way with words”, he sneered, after reading the message once again.

Nicola, 3:52 pm: Care to untuck? (See what I did there?)

Giovanni smiled at the attempt at making him laugh, before typing further.

Aquaria, 3:53 pm: I do not know where to begin, honestly… there is so much going on and I have so little control over how things are going…

Nicola, 3:54 pm: I will take an educated guess and say it has little to do with the lack of creativity in your current work, right?

Nicola, 3:54 pm: And before you start, your work is still fucking incredible.

Nicola, 3:55 pm: But I’ve known you long enough, kid…

The young man sighed, before answering.

Giovanni, 3:56 pm: I am in a weird place, right now. After all this drama about Jordan and people assuming I treated him like a fucking slave, I had to sit and watch that video. And it stung more than I could ever predict.

Giovanni quickly realized he was close to tears and decided to put his sunglasses back on, just to prevent a scene.

The other man’s answer was concise.

Nicola, 3:58 pm: Tell him

Nicola, 3:58 pm: Tell him that it hurt and maybe you can sort this shit out

Giovanni, 3:59 pm: Maybe

Nicola, 4:00 pm: Listen, I’ll be in NYC tomorrow afternoon. Sushi at mine?

Giovanni smiled: the care that man had for him was something he was incredibly grateful for, even if he could not quite figure out why the older one was caring so much. He quickly typed an answer.

Giovanni, 4:01 pm: I could use some sushi for dinner tomorrow, actually

Nicola, 4:01 pm: Then it’s a date! Let’s say at 9 PM?

Giovanni, 4:02 pm: That sounds perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Nicola, 4:03 pm: See you tomorrow, kid. Be safe xoxo

When his flight was announced, the young man got up quickly and made his way towards the gate. Once seated, he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

***

“Guess who’s back in da house!”.

Kevin welcomed him with a solid hug and a warm smile. Maxwell entered the apartment, hung is coat and made his way to the kitchen, where Yuhua and Dustin were chatting sipping on some cheap wine.

“Hi guys”, he smiled and took a couple of steps forward to hug the both of them.

Yuhua hugged him back, with a big smile.

“How have you been, girl?”, the queen asked, before making space for Dustin to hug him too.

Max hugged the friend back, before answering: “Good. Busy but I can’t complain”.

They quickly sat at the table, waiting for the food to be delivered.

“Has someone heard from Giovanni?”, Dustin asked, while sipping on his glass of wine.

Kevin raised his glass, nodding.

“I did. He’s not home until later tonight”, he explained, then he added: “I will meet with him tomorrow, to see how he’s doing and stuff”.

Yuhua raised an eyebrow.

“Stuff?”.

In that exact moment, Maxwell chocked on his glass of soda and started coughing, causing Dustin to laugh manically.

“You bitch!”, Kevin laughed, patting his best friend on the back in order to prevent him from choking any further, “I want to see how he’s doing, what he’s up to and this kind of things. I also have yet to give him my Christmas present”, he said with a proud smile.

The sound of the doorbell interrupted the conversation and the host stood up to go take the food and pay.

“I’ll be right back, ladies”.

After a couple of minutes, they were sitting in front of a plethora of boxes and paper bags full of Thai food.

“You really went all out”, Yuhua looked at the food with disbelief, before adding: “Are you sure you don’t need anything from us?”.

Kevin pinched his friend, before opening a container and smiling at the sight of the steaming hot curry inside it.

“I just thought it would be nice to spend time all together again”, he said before pausing and adding: “Well, without Giovanni… but you know what I mean”.

The others nodded, before starting to eat.

***

Finally in his apartment, Giovanni left the suitcases in the hallway and sighed.

“Home sweet home”, he murmured, before switching the light on and deciding he might as well turn the heating on and warm up the rooms a little bit.

His phone vibrated, making him jump.

Jordan, 00:17 am: In February I will be gone.

Jordan, 00:17 am: Just letting you know.

The young man bit his lower lip, before typing a quick answer.

Giovanni, 00:18 am: Thank you for letting me know.

He put his phone back in his pocket, then he went to his room and opened a drawer, taking out a small plastic bag. He rolled himself a joint and went to smoke it on the balcony, trying to clear his head.

“Shit”, he murmured, before closing his eyes and sighing.

He did not know what to do, let alone how to react to Jordan’s antics any more. After the whole fiasco in London, he had absolutely no idea how to go further without ruining their friendship. When the management stepped in, he had no other options than to fire him and the expression in his eyes was one of defiance and cockiness he had never seen before.

“As if you would survive a day without me”, Jordan sneered, before collecting his jacket and leaving the room.

Giovanni took his phone out of his jacket, hoping Nicola would be awake and willing to listen to him vent.

Aquaria, 00:23 am: I am currently sitting on the staircase outside and all I can think about is how many friendships I’ve fucked up. It’s making me slowly insane and paranoid and so unsure of myself it is almost disgusting. I don’t recognise this part of me and it scares me, I don’t know how to react to Maxwell’s messages or to Jordan’s rage and it is making me go crazy.

He sent the message without checking the name of the receiver. Needless to say, just because karma and faith every once in a while love to play tricks on people, he sent it to Maxwell instead without realizing the mistake he made.

He locked the screen, finished his joint and headed to the bathroom to have a shower, blissfully unaware of what just happened.

***

Maxwell’s phone vibrated, making the man jump slightly.

“Everything allright, Cracks?”, Kevin asked, before looking at him quizzically.

The other man nodded.

“It’s just my phone, Kathelyn must have gotten home or something”, he replied, before taking his phone out of his pocket.

The message he got was definitely not from Kathelyn.

Aquaria, 00:23 am: I am currently sitting on the staircase outside and all I can think about is how many friendships I’ve fucked up. It’s making me slowly insane and paranoid and so unsure of myself it is almost disgusting. I don’t recognise this part of me and it scares me, I don’t know how to react to Maxwell’s messages or to Jordan’s rage and it is making me go crazy.

Needless to say, the man barely managed to whisper a confused: “What…?”, before signalling to his best friend to join him on the balcony.

Once the door behind them was closed, much to Yuhua and Dustin’s disappointment, the younger man was presented with the other one’s phone.

“What is happening, Max?”, he then asked.

“Read it”, Maxwell said, sighing.

Kevin read everything twice, before looking at his friend with concern in his eyes.

“I reckon it wasn’t for me either”, he then commented, trying to lighten up the mood and failing miserably at it.

Max sat on the floor, before closing his eyes and murmuring: “What should I do?”.

The other one shrugged, before joining him on the floor and giving him his phone back.

“Well, now at least you know he’s not mad or something…”, he murmured, trying to sound comforting, “I’ll see him tomorrow and maybe I can try…”.

“No, I don’t think it’s a good idea”, the other one interrupted him, “I don’t want him to feel trapped or some shit”.

Kevin nodded.

“Yeah, it makes sense”, he mumbled, before getting up: “Let’s go and see what the others are doing. I will keep you posted tomorrow, okay?”.

Maxwell nodded, then he got up as well and squeezed his friend’s hand.

“Thank you”.

[theteenagetrickster]

Victoria Monét: the Ariana Grande songwriter helping make bed-quaking R&B|Songs|The Guardian

For even a long time, performer, songwriter and also producer Victoria Monét put other individuals's requirements before her very own. Considering that 2012, the LA-based 26-year-old has been a songwriter for hire, a sideline that reached the top recently with the excellence of Thank U, Next and also the Grammy-nominated 7 Bands, both worldwide pinch hit her long-lasting partner Ariana Grande. Even when she was launching her own songs, she will obsess over exterior opinions. "I will be actually thoughtful of what my peers would as if, and what my household would consider satisfactory," she states.

All of that people-pleasing has headed out of the window, however, with the pillow-soft reversion R&B of her song Butt Like That. It's the very first flavor of an outstanding anticipated "project" that also consists of an exuberant ode to dental sexual activity enhanced through squeaking bed springs as well as thrilled grumbles. "I believe it's a blend of me growing older, and also me being a lot more informed of that I am actually as well as what I intend to state," she claims of her new located emancipation, that also found her appeared as intersexual in 2014. "It is actually regarding possessing more negligence of the displeasure of others."

Born Victoria McCants in Sacramento, California, Monét started as a dancer. "Arising from a city like Sacramento, it simply seemed more tangible to take dance training class than to become a definitely successful vocalist or even songwriter." As a teenager, having said that, she started trading verse with an older relative, prior to videotaping her recently established tracks in a buddy's room studio at 17.

At some point, she submitted a handful of them to MySpace, where they were found out by R&B super-songwriter/producer Rodney Jerkins, that messaged her an audition flyer for a brand new female band he was introducing in LA. "I acquired it a week prior to the audition and also I resembled: 'Shall I in fact perform this?' As well as my buddy felt like: 'Female, heck yeah!'" The band, Violet Regime, authorized to Motown ("a dream come to life") however were lost just before they launched any kind of popular music. Still signed to Jerkins' Darkchild print, Monét realised that she could offer her hooks to rap artists, flooding the Atlantic tag with demos she will sing on and also she could "to try and get people to maintain my voice on it".

While Nas and TI cut a number of her tracks, her most fertile songwriting connection is along with Grande-- both have actually interacted given that Grande's 2013 debut cd, Yours Genuinely. "It was actually a slow-moving construct-- it wasn't as if the initial time I fulfilled her our company were buddies," she states. "I believe that our company have enough variations to bring the most ideal out of each other, however good enough correlations to final and also manage."

I've listened to male rappers discussing girls in certain methods-- why can not our company betray about exactly how our experts think and also what we prefer?

In between songwriting for others, she unusually launched her personal songs, and while she takes pride in her four previous EPs, they regularly involved trade-off. "They didn't automatically foot the bill," she claims. "It's definitely hard to survive in LA, thus songwriting was actually a little bit a lot more appealing." For her anticipated piece, nevertheless, she made the selection to stop composing for everyone else for a month. "I had actually never ever done that before and I acquired to take deeper right into what I individually adore."

That unwinded assurance penetrates Ass Like That, a honey-drenched ode to positive self-image that rejects popular music's current regulations concerning conciseness to slowly alleviate you into its own world of sweat-soaked, glute-focused health club programs. "I have actually listened to male rap artists referring to [women] in particular techniques-- why can not our experts sing about just how our team feel and what we wish?" she mentions. And also, she believes the songs are encased in such classy packing, all Motown horns and also Maxwell-esque neo-soul, that people "might miss out on a bunch of the lyrical content".

Also the tune rubbed in orgasmic surges? "Zero, you correct," she giggles. "Unless you are actually really, actually airy." Possesses she thought out exactly how to play her household-- therefore typically the soundboard for past times releases-- the brand new tunes? She presumes momentarily. "Possibly merely play them the instrumental, do not bother with the verses," she wraps up.

This content was originally published here.

[dieeddy-blog]

Music! 05/19

(05.05.19 Sonntag)

Oh wow Musik .. dazu hab ich immer eine Menge zu sagen .. Musik ist meine Leidenschaft ebenso wie Bücher..

Ich höre eigentlich alles aber wie jeder habe auch ich ein Genre was ich immer höre ...

-> Hip-Hop/Rap.

Da ich Musik sehr liebe und in jeder erdenklichen und freien minute Musik höre, erstelle ich jeden Monat eine Playlist, mit meinen derzeitigen Lieblingslieder.

Und diesen Monat ->

#1 DNA von KC Rebell (feat. Summer Cem & Capital Bra) .. ich liebe diesen Wibe den das Lied abgibt 👌🏽

#2 Coco Mama von Dardan .. das Lied hab ich relativ neu entdeckt ist ein super entspanntes Lied zum Chillen und hat echt Potential für den Sommer. 😛

#3 Schüttel dein Speck von Peter Fox .. ich glaub dazu muss ich nix sagen 🤪😂

#4 Ti Amo von Veysel & Mozzik .. ich weiß auch nicht, das Lied hat eine coole Combi.. Veysel und Mozzik ist echt cool!

#5 Cabriolet von Capital Bra .. ich liebe Capi♥️

#6 Ich find dich scheisse von Tic Tac Toc .. Klassiker 🤪

#7 Shoote ma Shoote von Samra .. mit das beste Lied aus seinem neuen Album 🤘🏼

#8 Click Click von Capital Bra (feat. Samra) .. CB6 ist eines seiner besten Alben echt und das Lied ist echt Lustig 😂

#9 Harami von Samra .. das Lied zum Beispiel ist das beste von seiner Ep. Es ist wieder so ein chilliges Lied :)

#10 Quarterback von Kc Rebell .. ist einfach geil

#11 King von Kollegah .. puh das Lied ist so alt aber ich hab es wieder gefunden und musste es in die Playlist nehmen😅

#12 Bombay von JAZN .. das ist so das Sommerlied von 2018 richtig? .. ich bin wohl etwas spät 😅

#13 Zweistellige Haftstrafen von Capital Bra (feat. King Khalil) .. Capi Liebe ♥️

#14 Schwarze Locken von Capital Bra .. Erklärung nötig? 😂🙈 aber es ist echt so ein richtiges Sommerlied!

#15 Rolex von Capital Bra (feat. KC Rebell & Summer Cem) .. Capi Capi Capi ♥️

#16 Bye Bye von Capital Bra (feat. Nimo) .. Capi😂

#17 Kreide von King Khalil (feat. Capital Bra) .. echt alt aber immer noch herrlich 👌🏽

#18 Mercy Mercy von LX & Maxwell .. nix für Leute die mit etwas aggressiveren Stimmen nix anfangen können aber ist echt chillig.

#19 Blei von Kontra K (feat. Veysel) .. Sommer 😍

#20 Van der Vaart von Capital Bra (feat. Nash) .. ♥️

#21 Es geht uns Geschäft von Capital Bra .. ich hab die letzten Wochen die alten Lieder von Capi rausgesucht und mich neu verliebt 🥰

#22 Monopoly von Ariana Grande und Victoria Monét .. ist super entspannt und nicht so anstrengend für die Ohren 😇

#23 bad guy von Billie Eilish .. dieses Mädchen ist der Hammer 🤭

#24 Schon Ok von Capital Bra .. ein eher vergessenen Lied vom CB6 Album aber so schön 🙈

#25 Ala‘ba‘ba von Capital Bra (feat. Ufo 361) .. ist relativ alt aber 👌🏽

#26 ¿ Warum ? Von GZUZ .. Bombe 💣

#27 Alleen von Kc Rebell .. ein richtiger Ohrwurm aber total entspannt 😌

#28 Benz Diggi von Capital Bra (feat. Samra) .. einfach lustig 🤣😇

#29 500 PS von Bonez MC & Raf Camora .. ein sehr bekanntes Lied was ich jetzt erst entdeckt habe .. schäme mich 🙈

#30 Mary von Bausa .. ist jetzt ne ganz mein Fall aber chillig 🙈

#31 Alles neu von Peter Fox .. zum totlachen 😂

Puhhh war gar ne wenig .. und diesen Monat echt Capi lastig aber zu meiner Verteidigung er hat ein Album rausgebracht und! ich geh nächten Mittwoch auf sein Konzert und muss mich vorbereiten. 😂

xx

Edy

[artificialqueens]

Sugar and Spice- Chapter 1 (Craquaria) - Bertie Bees

A/N: I saw a prompt for a sugar daddy fic (I don’t remember where from sorry) and thought I’d give the hungry mouths what they want. This is my first fic and it’s a slow burner, there’s two chapters without Aquaria (Gio because I use their male names) but I promise Craquaria will ensue.

The apartment was a mess. The dirty, off-white paint was starting to peel and there was an unidentifiable odour that Max didn’t care to locate the source of. He made a small fortune working as a full-time drag queen; small being the key word. Drag was expensive, and earnings weren’t high for a little known queen, like Miz Cracker. Gigs in the New York scene were like Taxis; none for a while then they all show at once, and someone still manages to steal your cab. A day job was definitely not on the cards either; stuck behind a desk all day would leave Max’s creative brain a pile of scrambled eggs and Miz Cracker was too pretty for manual labour. “Just make a profile,” Monét sighed. “You don’t have to do anything, just make the account.” Cracker and Monét were inseparably in the New York scene, sisters and friends, they agreed on most things. But not this. “It feels like cheating. It feels…dirty,” Max shuddered. “Girl, I love you, I really do, but you need this money; on be half of the New York scene, who has been witness to the same teased out blonde wig thousands of times, please do it,” Max stared at the Sugar Daddy website open on his laptop screen; the neon tricks blurring his view, urging him to click the flashy “sign up.” “What if I meet someone,” Max paused. “That’s kind of the point, come on clever Cracker,” Monét nudged Max’s arm. “I mean, in real life. A Boyfriend. How do I explain that I’m some old bag’s trophy toy,” Max sighed. “You’re really going to pass on the opportunity to get paid to be pretty, for a guy you can not be certain will walk your way?” Max rolled his eyes. Monét was right; living in these conditions weren’t ideal. Max had declined taking multiple attractive guys home; mostly for the benefit of his flatmate, Mr Rattus. But he was getting older and finding a partner was essential; Monét and the rats were not ideal soulmates. Reluctantly, Max’s hand moved to the button. Biting his lip, he clicked, simultaneously cursing and praising himself for his “outlandish” and “unique” approach to getting by. “Right, let’s build you the prettiest profile and eat this pizza,” Monét beamed. She knew she’d won. Max mumbled a quiet, “Alright,” before Monét sighed. “Do the line, or else I’ll feel like I’ve trampled on a puppy,” “Okay Katelyn, it’s time for dinner,” Max replied, lacklustre, meekly picking up a greasy slice of pizza. Some would say Max was insecure. However, he hid it well; he’d never been the self-pitying type. It didn’t fit the Cracker brand. There was a reason Max wasn’t evident on the internet, masses upon masses of photos of Miz Cracker; videos of her twirling and lip-syncing. No Maxwell. No one wanted to see the man behind the magic; thats how Max liked it. “Monét,” Max paused, maybe out of dramatic tension, maybe out of dread of her answer. “I can’t sign up as Cracker, can I? I’ll have to be…Max.” Monét sighed, “I wouldn’t suggest it, Cracker will get creeps but Max will get money. You can’t hide behind a mask the whole time.” This brought another dilemma; there was not a single picture of Max, anywhere. He’d never taken one in his life. Sure he’d taken an abundance as Cracker, but it wasn’t the same. She was photogenic, the camera ate her up, Max felt wrong posing in his male form. A phone landed in Max’s lap. “Take a photo for god’s sake; I don’t care it it’s cute, sexy, kooky. Just take one. Pretend you’re Miz, harvest her confidence.” Monét replied, with a friendly malice that forced Max to do as he was commanded. Thousands. Or at least it felt like thousands to Max, thats how many photo’s were snapped. Front, left, right, high, low, over the shoulder, full body, no body; Max gave it all. Then the deliberation, which consisted of Monét suggesting that cock-eyed Cracker and peace sign princess were not professional or “appealing to the target market” enough to secure Max the daddy of his dreams. They decided on four; a cute one of Max smiling, full body, standing with a hip jutted out casually. An attempt at sultry, with Max channeling the Tyra smize, pursing his lips slightly. A kooky one with Max pulling the “oh well” face, shrugging his shoulders, that he’d moulded Cracker into thousands of times. And a candid of Max giggling at himself and his posing, to sweeten the deal. “I will never undermine a model again,” Max laughed as he uploaded the pictures to his, yet to be posted, profile. “No one can say you don’t work for your pay, girl. Upload the profile and get your ass to bed,” Monét replies, her motherly care gleaming beyond her tough exterior. Usually Max would quip back, “a drag queen never sleeps” to assert his comedy; but alas he was exhausted, the dread and indecisive thoughts weighing him down, and nothing sounded better than his bed. Max gave Monét a smile, rising from his space on the dusty sofa, calling a quick note for Monét to let herself out and and take the pizza with her, as he retired to his room. Max flopped down on his crummy single bed, contemplating. Max wasn’t stupid, he knew someone would message him, but he didn’t think they’d offer what he wanted. This slightly reassured Max, because he knew he was safe. He scuttled under the covers, sighing at the events that at taken place. Despite the reassurance of the fact that no one would contact Max, he still felt dirty. Rolling over, Max fretted the one key feature on his mind; sex. He knew he didn’t have to have sex with the aged employers, but he also knew no one gave anything away for nothing. Max wasn’t a virgin, but he was not greatly experienced in the field of sex, with everything considered. He’d never had a one night stand, partly to do with his flat and partly because every attempt led to him dropping a text for coffee or dinner a few days after. He was an emotional shag, and not infinitely proud of it. Max giggled to himself at the idea that he’d inevitably become attached to the attractive daddy of which spoils him with an abundance of jewels and gold and wigs. Max couldn’t pinpoint when the modern fairytale he was painting in his mind became a deep slumber, but he was thankful.