#she is a bottom but shes a power bottom and mini jersey

[boxwinebaddie]

anyways *me ignoring my stannic attack* speaking of tkak ( the delicious uncle nina tsot toxic yuri ) i'm conflicted bc writing it in the old english is kind of impossible to read...but having stas say shit like "gwendolyn, your frock looks rather fetching, particularly the bodice Not That I Was Looking Upon It!" and "alas boys! i am ruined! fetch me the mead so that i may drown my eternal sorrows in it before i throw this cruel wretched form from the bell tower" and "butters you are true ally and kinsman! tucker...may your next meal contain many Poisons" IS SO FUCKIN FUNNY THAT I MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE TO

[meangirls-imagines]

Hi. A request here (ignore it it's breaking any of your rules).

I was thinking of Regina George being with masc fem!reader that is actually a softie. I like the idea of a relationship with the dynamic of a mean girlboss and a soft nerdy type, especially if Regina is significantly shorter than the reader.

Imagine the shorter Regina pinning reader against a wall. Or Regina calling reader her 'puppy' because of how she always follows her around the school like a lost puppy or how she lets Regina tell her around without complaints.

Possessive power bottom Regina x Service top Reader (with reader managing to get on Regina's nerves by talking back) 👀

Fire and Ice

Description: For as long as anyone can remember, it had always been Regina and Reader. The complete opposite from each other, it worked perfectly. But, what were the school's power couple like behind closed doors?

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, slight dom/sub dynamics, reader being a little shit

Y/N Y/L/N and Regina George.

Best friends to lovers.

The couple had been deemed North Shore's power couple before they even stepped foot in the hallway. The two had gotten together in sixth grade, proudly open ever since.

As they grew up, Y/N grew into more of a masculine person. She loved sports, hockey specifically, baggy clothes, she cut her hair shorter, got more buff. She was a completely different person now than she was in sixth grade.

Regina, on the other hand, hadn't changed a bit. She was still obsessed with the color pink, designer brands, makeup. Still as feminine as ever.

She always made an exception for Y/N, some days opting to wear the girl's hockey sweatshirts (that were too big on her), a custom made pink jersey with Y/N's last name on it. Everyone knew the two were together.

The question that wouldn't leave anyone's minds:

Who was the top?

The students of North Shore were extremely curious. Most of them assumed it was Regina. But, there was that small percentage of people that thought Y/N was the top.

That small percentage was going strictly off of physical attributes. Y/N was more masculine, she was taller, she didn't take shit from her girlfriend. She had to be the top.

The 90% that believed Regina was the top had right to do so. Y/N followed her girlfriend around school as if she was a lost puppy. It was cute, how much Regina had Y/N wrapped around her finger.

The two had the same class schedule, so they always sat together (more like Regina sat on Y/N's lap), they always went to lunch together, walked the halls together. Regina was always watching Y/N at hockey practice and always at her games.

There was also that time Regina and Y/N got into a mini argument in the hall that one day.

Regina was on a mission.

She had heard from Gretchen who heard from Karen who heard from Taylor who heard from Josh that some girl was throwing herself all over Y/N and her girlfriend wasn't trying to stop it.

She spotted Y/N next to her teammate Mark's locker, the two no doubt talking about the upcoming tournament they were going to play in.

The blonde had turned Y/N by her shoulder and fixed her with a glare. "What the fuck, Y/N?" Y/N looked at her girlfriend confused. "What do you mean, Regina?" The blonde glared harder. "You're gonna tell me you don't recall the slut that was throwing herself over you in your last class?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, how did you even find out about that? Nothing major happened." The blonde got an angry look on her face and pinned Y/n against the locker, glaring at the taller girl.

Y/N just smirked, keeping a mental note for later, letting Regina have her moment. The blonde looked up at her girlfriend. "You better not let anyone touch what's mine. You got that?" They had gained an audience, everyone watching in anticipation for Y/N's next move.

The girl just smirked and allowed Regina to claim her publicly before the blonde stormed off, clearing a path in the hall like the Red Sea.

Regina got a text 15 minutes later from Y/N.

Y/N❤️: I let you have your moment in the hall. But when we get home later, you're not leaving that bed.

Regina's heart raced in anticipation.

"Fuck, Y/N."

"Take it, Regina."

The blonde was on the verge of her third orgasm. When they got home that day, Y/N had decided to show Regina that she was the only girl for her. Her solution? Making Regina feel good.

She had made her cum twice with just her fingers and mouth and was on the verge of making her cum for a third time with her strap. Regina's brain had been turned into mush as all she could focus on was Y/N.

"Fuck, Regina. You take me so well. Can't believe you thought I'd entertain the thought of another girl taking me from you."

Regina couldn't speak. Her senses were overwhelmed with Y/N. The girl was making her feel things that only she could make her feel.

"I'm all yours, Regina. Forever. I don't want anyone else. But, there's one thing I do want. And that's for you to cum on my cock." She reached a hand down in-between Regina's legs and began to rub the bundle of nerves that rested there.

The blonde felt her eyes roll back. Y/N's cock was hitting all of the right places. She felt her climax rapidly approaching as Y/N pounded her.

"Cum for me, Regina. You can do it." Regina felt her entire body tense as she came around Y/N's cock. The girl continued to slowly thrust, allowing Regina to ride through it. The blonde shook from the aftershocks of her climax and the feeling of Y/N's slow thrusts.

Y/N was peppering her face with soft kisses as she came down. "You looked so pretty, Regina. So beautiful. Wanna make you cum again, pretty girl."

Regina gushed around Y/N's cock. With the way her girlfriend was talking to her, she would let her make her cum as much as she wanted, but Regina's body had limits.

Y/N continued the soft kisses. "Will you let me make you cum one more time, sweet angel? Just one more. Then we'll be done. Please." The blonde nodded, pulling Y/N into a more heated kiss. Y/N's thrusts slowly sped up as the blonde moaned into her mouth.

Regina was officially fucked out.

Y/N smirked and sped up her thrusts. "God, Regina, I can't believe you thought I'd go after someone else. Not when you take me so fucking well. Only want you. Only want your pussy." Regina felt heat wash over her body at Y/N's words.

"'M gonna cum. Y/N, please." The blonde's words slurred together as Y/N's cock began to hammer in and out of her. Y/N smirked and began to rub Regina's clit again. "Cum for me, baby. Come on, pretty girl. Cum all over my cock."

Regina saw white as the pleasure bubble burst. Her whole body felt like it was ascending to another dimension as Y/N whispered sweet nothings to her as she came down.

Y/N pulled out and went into Regina's bathroom to grab a wet cloth. She came back and gently cleaned between her legs, whispering praise at Regina's whimpers. She threw the towel to the side, making the blonde drink some water before pulling her into her arms.

"I'm yours, Regina. Forever. No one compares to you, baby girl." Regina sleepily smiled at the girl's words and drifted off.

The next day, when the two walked into the school, everyone's question was answered. Regina walked limped while wearing the pink hockey jersey as Y/N walked next to her, a huge smirk on her face.

That 10% of the school that had guessed Y/N would never let anyone else live it down.

[jawlinedolan]

Sugar Cane Nymph (G.D.)

Sugar cane nymph (G.D.)

disclaimer-> i’m colombian so english is obviously NOT my first language. i’m fluent and generally have non-terrible grammar but I usually just  write academic stuff in english. i have only ever written fiction in my mother language before this so please bare with me while i get used to this.

this took a while to write omg it wasn’t supposed to be this long, anyways enjoy and PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE let me know what you guys think about it?💓💓🎊🎊

TELL ME IF YOU WOULD LIKE A PART TWO

summary: Grayson meets his mom’s new neighbor after an unexpected for legged visitor ivades Lisa’s Garden.

word count: +5k

warnings: some minor swearing, a whole buch of flustered grayson and hopefully a bit of humor? also i did not proof-read this sorry

Poor Grayson. For the millionth time that night something was disturbing his peaceful sleep. First the frogs and now his mom chooses this moment to do laundry.He thought half asleep. His hazy mind couldn’t for the life of him imagine any other reason for the incessant rumbling that was currently penetrating the walls of his tiny bedroom. He was mad. All of that crunching and crashing outside had taking him out of his amazing dream.

Oh, and was it an amazing one. So beautiful, just like her. He didn’t even know her name yet her image had managed to plague his every waking moment and now it seemed his slumber too. Not that he minded though, his dream had brought them closer.

He needed his sleep because he needed to wake up early, otherwise he would miss it, miss her. He had discovered her on his first morning run ever since coming back home. He always thought that Jersey had the prettiest countryside in all of North America and now he was sure of it. How could it not be with such a gorgeous nymph galoping around bareback on top her trusty steed. She was out there every morning at exactly 5:50 a.m.

Dammit. When had he became such a sap? Grayson knew he was attractive and he definitely knew how to use it. He had never encountered trouble wooing the ladies before. But this one, oh this one was different. There was something about her, he didn’t even knew her name but he just felt a certain way when he was around her. Well, more like spying behind a particularly dense bush that surrounded the little clearing where she ended her ride every morning. And that he had found on pure coincidence . If you could count trying to conspicuously keep up with a galloping horse for a quarter of mile as coincidence, that is. In his defense he just couldn’t let her get away, it was like she was pulling him without even knowing.

Each morning she would ride up there and he would be waiting behind the bush to watch the show. He could hear it’s powerful hoves before he could devise the big black stallion. Even her horse was different. It had a beautiful shinny black coat that the women at his mom’s beauty salon would envy. It’s mane and tale cascaded down his body in actual curls. Just like hers. He had never seen a horse that didn’t have straight hair.

It was sort of funny, one of the first things he noticed about the mysterious girl was her long and lucious curly hair. And she looked so in sync with the beast. With the dark curls and big brown eyes they almost looked like family.

She was short thing, as he noticed when he saw her stading next to the horse for the first time. He reckoned she would reach to his chest or his shoulders, at best. Her thick thighs hugged the animal’s torso right before she jumped off its back, squatting on her landing which made her delectable ass stretch her jeans. It all looked pretty profesional and innocent, still, he couldn’t help but imagine those beautiful legs wrapping around his waist while his big hads supported that delicious bottom.

Was he seriously getting exited at a half asleep memory or was it just morning wood?

He ignored that thought and kept his eyes closed, continuing with his hazy recollection.

Their conection was amazing, it was just her and her beast. She didn’t use a saddle or tack. She simply spoke to it, like one would another human being, and then she would scratch it’s neck. After that the thousand poud animal did everything she asked. It reared and bowed at her comand and, sometimes, she would let her hair down and they would spin and jump around almost like they were dancing.

No matter how many times he hid behind that bush to watch them, Grayson was in awe at every single thing she did. To him, she was completely mesmerizing.

So mesmerizing, in fact, that he could never bring himself to step out from behind his reliable bush to say hi. She seemed nice enough, surely she wouldn’t think he was some sort of creepy stalker, right? Except, at this point, he kind of was. But his little nymph didn’t need to know that.

Giving up on sleep he decided that if his mom felt the need to do the laundry two days in a row he better find a way of his own of being productive. But upon opening his eyes he was surprised to be greeted by darkness and those stupid frogs chirping outside. He tapped around until his long fingers got a grasp on his cellphone and squinted when the damned thing nearly blinded him with it’s brightness.

Then suddenly the laundry room was shaking again.

“The fuck” he groaned sleepily.

When his eyes finally adjusted to the light emanating from the screen of his Iphone he let out another groan, silently cursing the digital clock that read 4:25 a.m.. His alarm would be ringing in less than an hour for his morning run and he was super tired because some frogs had decided to serenade him until one in the morning. How come they aren’t sleeping yet?

Then there was that rumbling again. But when he realized that his mechanical roommate would be empty of dirty clothes at such unholy hour he began to worry. It’s not like the house was near the street, whatever or whoever was causing all that ruckus had to be in the property. He crept out of his room barefoot trying to be conspicuous and stealthy, even though the cold floor was torturing his toes.

He reached the front door after a quick stop at the kitchen to grab his mother’s big trusty iron frying pan in case he needed to attack. He made a mentan note to not leave everything that could be a potential weapon inside his building shed next time.

After taking a fortifying breath he grabbed the doorknob and turned it as delicately and silently as man his size could manage.

At first glance nothing on the porch seemed out of the ordinary, but when he turned the lights on he noticed it. An overturned plantpot which used to contain an colorful flower that, according to his mom, was an exotic plant that her friend had brought her from her vacation in the caribbean. His mom couldn’t stop talking about her colorful little flower when they showed her her new garden and how she was going to give it a special place in it. And now some rascal had savagely munched on it leaving only the dying stems amongst the dirt.

Suddenly the early morning was eerily silent again. Grayson tried to slow his breathing while straining to hear anything tha would give away the position of the invader. His heart was just about to beat out of his chest, the house was in the middle of nowhere, anything could be out there.

When he finally heard something he couldn’t believe his ears. High pitched and clearly irritated he barely recognized it.

Was that a neigh?

He followed the sound and finally got his answer upon glancing at Lisa’s Garden. The animal that appeared tu be stuck near one of the flower beds looked like a horse, kind of. It had a mane, a tail, four hooves, pointy ears and it was distinctly neighing, everythig pointed that it was a horse. Except for the fact that it couldn’t be any taller than three feet. It seemed he was in presence of a miniature horse.

Quickly running to his building shed he grabbed his diagonal pliers to cut the wire that had most likely trapped his hoof. But when he came back to help the little guy found him with his head deep into the nearest flower pot casually having a 5 a.m. flowery snack.

“Hey! Stop that!” he yelled trying to separate the little beast from it’s colorful victim. “YOU LITTLE FUCKER” Grayson yelled when the animal actually bit him for trying to take away his meal. Weren’t horses suposed to be vegetarian? Well if it liked flowers so much who’s to say it didn’t have other bizarre tastes... like fucking human flesh.

Waking up from all the noise Lisa walked outside to see her 6ft tall 200lb son wrestling a mini horse for a pot of half munched flowers. And she knew their equine visitor very well.

Grayson looked up from his struggle to see his mom walking out of the house with her phone in hand. He looked at her pleadingly and she just chuckled.

“Don’t worry sweetie I called his owners, Emperor’s mom is coming to pick him up as we speak” She told him.

“Wait you actually know where he came from?!” He let go of the animal and marched up to the woman comfortably clad in whool robe and warm slippers while he was out there shirtless and barefoot, hair stuck in every direction, trying to defend their home.

And of course in that moment his beloved brother decided to join in the fun from his bedroom window. Ethan let put a loud snort at his twin’s dishiveled appearance.

“Dude, what happened to you?” he asked in between laughs.

“Shut the fuck up E!” Grayson yelled looking up to his brother. “It could’ve been a murderer or some shit” At that Lisa couldn’t contain herself anymore and let put a loud laugh. She walked towards him with his coat in her hands that she had retrieved while the boys bantered.

“Oh realx sweetie! I don’t think you can die from cuteness overload” She paused while Grayson snatched his coat and glanced at the small black horse. to speak to it in a baby voice. “Ain’t that right Emperor?”

He put on his coat over his otherwise naked torso and and ran his hands through his unruly hair, exasperated. His mom speaking to the little monster briefly reminded him of his beautiful nymph and how her horse actually seemeyto listen, unlike this urchin that had breakfast on his mom’s flowers. He sneered at the animal before speaking.

“So you know the owners, ma?”

“Yeah, they’re sugarcane farmers. Our neighbors up north.”

“Up north? That’s dairy farm?” Grayson replied maliciously. Of course it would be dairy people that would own this mini horse devil. It just made sense.

Lisa just chuckled again at the grave look on Grayson’s face. Ethan just observed carefully from above how Emperor finished a pot of tiny purple flowers and was stretching his little neck trying to reach the next one containing daisies. Or at least he thought that’s what those were, either way it was simply hilarious.

“That’s north of the road, Gray. I’m talking about north of the property, they grow sugarcane organically. ” She explained exitedly.

“Oh... well whoever they are they better come get their poor animal soon.”

“They are already on the way, I just sent Denisse a text” She replied sternly, her sons could be the biggest men-child sometimes. “And even though they’re not vegan, I can assure you they take real good care of their animals.” Since Grayson didn’t seem all that convinced she continued, “Especially their horses, Denisse’s daughter has wall full of horsemanship thophies and first place ribbons, that girl spends hours everyday tending them.”

“Well apparently not enough” He grumbled brooding. “This one is clearly not that educated”

“Oh, Emperor is just a bit... energetic”

Oh hell no. She was actually gonna deffend it.

“ENERGETIC?!” He snapped. “ He ate your exotic flower and destroyed the garden! He’s a monster in a small package!”

“Gray it’s okay. And you’re exaggerating he didn’t destroy anything he just turned a few flower pots.”

“What about you exotic kayacka or whatever it’s called!” He kept on yelling. “HE ANNIHILATE IT”

Grayson was seething at this point. He loved animals and nature, he had gone vegan for God’s sake. But this was just too much, nature had basically trampled him in the last 12 hours. First the god forsaken frogs screaming their slimy little lungs out kept him up half of the night and now this!

This annoying piece of horse flesh had not only awoken him at the fucking asscrack of down, but it had also destroyed the garden he had busted his back to buid for Ma, who was currently laughing at his missery. And as if that wasn’t enough he was more than likely going to miss his secret appointment with his beautiful nymph.

“It’s called a cayena and he didn’t do it intentionally , Gosh, calm down” She pinned him with a stare “And it’s not that big of a deal, there’s more where that one came from I’m sure Denisse wouldn’t mind. Plus her daughter will more than likely begg to help picking up this mess, like I said she always looks out for the horses” She pursed her lips starting to get a annoyed at his irrational fury. “As mother would, she’s always picking up her childs messes”

“Well if she is such a great horse mom, how come her child is a freakin flower eating tornado” Grayson replied grudgingly, feeling like a scolded child for something he didn’t even do. Was he seriously talking about this horse like it was a person?

In the middle of his ire he looked down. Now that the sun was starting to illuminate the early morning he could see it had a kinda nice chesnut color and his beady ayes were staring eagerly at the daisies, that were just a few centimeters out of reach. If it hadn’t been such a nightmare Grayson could almost see himself looking for his allergy pill after petting the cute tiny thing. But it had messed with his garden and managed to get stuck, now he was going to have to ruin the chicken wire to cut him free. So no, Emeperos wasn’t all that cute anymore and after looking at the redish bite mark on his hand he definitely didn’t want to pet it. Lisa’s voice interrupted his musings.

“Listes, go put on you shoes, get yourself some breakfast and try to calm down. Denisse’s daughter shouldn’t be more than a few minutes away, I’ll look after him in the meantime”

“Oh no no, I’m gonna have a word with this chit and she’s gonna fix this immediately.”

Lisa was about to stop Grayson’s angry rambling until she spotted a rider and horse closing in on the house from the north trail.

“I mean, who the hell does she think she is? Letting her animals trample around and how long tilll-“

“Oh my Gosh! I’m so sorry Mrs Dolan I can’t believe he’s done this again.” A female voice rung melodically behind him accompanied by the resounding thudding of heavy hooves on grass. “Emperooor” the voice groaned “ what was it this time?”

Grayson knew that voice, and even if he had never heard her giving soft commands to her intimidating black stallion he would have recognized the feeling she stirred in him. That fluttering on the left side of his chest, the earthquake of butterflies in his stomach, that familiar sense of calmness that only her could bring him. 

Lisa´s voice brought him back from his momentary day dream.

“Well son it looks like your wish came true” she said so only he could hear and the raised her voice to greet the girl rapidly approaching them on horseback. “(Y/N) , sweetie, hello!”

Grayson turned around utterly speechless. Astounded by her beauty and awed by the mere sight of her as she dismounted  gracefully from the familiar black stud, who was actually saddled this time. 

She stepped away from the huge beast and walked towards where they were standing near the garden. With every step closer that she took Grayson felt his lungs closing up on him. What was I supposed to say to her, again? The mini horse, right. 

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Dolan. I don't know what to do with him anymore, ever since we moved up here he seems to find new ways to scape stalls and squeeze to fences daily” (Y/N) kept babbling out her sincere apologies while she come to hug the older woman whose garden had been vandalized by her favorite Shetland.

“(Y/N) I’ve told you a hundred times it’s Lisa, and don't worry about it I understand you mother is always telling me how hard you try to keep Emperor in check” She replied glaring slightly at Grayson whose jaw had fallen slightly ajar, she elbowed him discreetly bringing him back from whatever dreamland he was in. “Can't speak for the big man here though, he was a little distressed earlier”

As if he wasn't having a hard enough time (Y/N) shiny browns eyes peered up at him shyly stilling his lungs once again, and a lovely blush spread on her chubby cheeks. He followed the rosy trail with his eyes to the top of her round breasts wondering how far down her body would it reach. And when she spoke softly to him, he was a goner.

“Oh... I’m so sorry, I promise I will fix it up right away” When he didn't reply she added “I'm not as great as Lisa but I’m a pretty decent gardener, I swear its gonna look  brand new” Gosh, this was embarrassing. He was so handsome and she has just let her mini-horse ruin his mother's garden. 

Lisa’s elbow once again spooked him out of his catatonic state.

“Oh don’t be modest, I bet it’s gonna look better than before. Right, Gray?” Seeing the look in his eyes, she quickly decided that (Y/N) would have a little help fixing her plants. “Sweetie, I know you've made good friends with Cameron but I don't think you've met my sons before”

“No ma’am, I don't think I've had the pleasure” (Y/L) replied in a low voice very unlike herself.

“Okay this is Grayson and that nosy one with his head stuck out the window is his twin brother Ethan” (Y/N) glanced in the direction Lisa was pointing and sure enough there was buzz cut head sticking out the second floor window with a smirk plastered all over his angular face, ready to yell a greeting to his brother’s dream girls. Gray had described her so many times with so much detail that it was scary but it also allowed him to tell right away when he saw the curly haired girl atop the black horse.

“Why good morning Miss Horsey Neighbor (Y/L) it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance” Ethan yelled with a flirty smirk that he knew was sure to infuriate his twin.

“The pleasure is all mine, good sir” (Y/N) replied with a laugh, following along on his joke. Ethan seemed like a funny guy, she could see them becoming friends. The other brother though, they had the same sharp jawline and handsome features, but Grayson’s intense stare was definitely something else. She felt intimidated yet...exited?

Grayson stuck his hand out dumbly trying to get her attention back from his brother.

“I’m distressed and it’s okay, I wasn't Grayson” he vomited his words while trying to produce a smile that ended up looking like a grimace. (Y/L) offered him a blushy smile back none the less.

“It's a pleasure Distressed”

“Huh? Oh, fuck!” Nice job champ let her think you're fucking retarded “ it’s Grayson! I’m Grayson and  was not  distressed. I was just um...” He trailed off looking to his mom for help bur she merely shrugged “I was uh... worried! For the mini! Poor little guy just wanted a snack and ended up stuck in the chicken wire.” 

He stuttered and stumbled trough his explanation but (Y/N), who was usually very perceptive, was still so embarrassed and flustered that she didn't notice he was lying.

“Okay. So, he shouldn’tbe snacking on flowers, anyways, he knows that” (Y/N) mumbled walking towards Emperor who had stopped  struggling towards the white daisies and was now waiting for attention from his favorite human. “Alrighty pal, what did you get yourself into” She kneeled on the ground and started inspecting Emperor’s little hoof stuck on the wire. She tried to pull it out but it was too tight, the wire had tu be cut.

Meanwhile Grayson stared amazed at how the little horse devil had turned into horse putty in (Y/N)’s hands. His ears pointed towards and he rubbed his furry neck on her arm looking for scratches. No sign of the Shetland that had rudely attacked him earlier. He looked down at his hand and noticed that the bite mark was barely visible now, maybe Emperor wasn't that bad after all. Maybe.

“It’s too tight if we don't cut the wire he could hurt himself” (Y/N) announced looking up towards Lisa but the taught about it and directed her glance towards her son, who already had a cutting plier in his hand. “Do you think I can borrow that?”

“Yeah, sure, here you go” He was about to hand her the tool when Lisa widened her eyes at him at pointed her chin to the girl crouched con her garden. “Actually, let me do it” He corrected, kneeling down right next to her so that his strong shoulder thighs brushed against her blue jeans. He heard vaguely a big impatient snort behind but paid no mind to de large stallion that stood where (Y/N) had tied his reigns to the garden fence. The thing was so big it could probably pull the fence right off the soil, but instead stood patiently waiting for his master.

“I live in farm y’know I think I can manage a pair of pliers” She replied slightly annoyed that he wouldn't hand her the damned thing.

“Oh, don’t mind him honey he just loves playing with his tools” Lisa pitched in from above them. Grayson prayed nobody noticed his flushed face, but his nymph was deliciously close to him for the first time. Never before he had had the chance of perceiving her intoxicating scent, it was sweet almost like melted sugar right before it turns into caramel.

“I don’t play, ma! I build stuff”  He looked up at his mother with a look half annoyed/half pleading. “Besides, I’m sure you're more than capable of cutting some measly chicken wire, I just thought you could keep him calm so that-”

“Oh my God! You're totally right.”

“I am?”

“OF COURSE, he could run around as soon as he's free and continue to dismantle this poor place. Good thinking, Grayson” 

Was that even his name she just pronounce? He didn't remember ever sounding so good.

“Yup, yeah. That's it” Yeah I totally wasn't trying to show off for you, nymph.

(Y/N) resumed scratching Emperor with one hand while the other pushed on his neck  to give Grayson as much room to cut the wire as possible. Since the kids seemed to be getting along quite nicely Lisa decided to make herself scarce.

“Well guys I’m gonna get inside and make some breakfast” She received two distracted hums and with that she left, not without throwing a pointed glance up at Ethan who immediately stuck his head back inside.

A few minutes later Emperor was a free and happy Shetland. Since he had already eaten, clearly, she decided she could get a head start on the mess the mini had made before riding back home for breakfast. She attached a lead-rope she had brought to the his halter, that he was miraculously still wearing, and tied him to the fence. Grayson just watched her, still kneeling by the dirt bed, she moved so naturally between the mess.

“I’m so sorry, really. For the life of me I have no idea how he came to eat flowers  on the first place, I will bring over some seeds later but I’m gonna start cleaning this now, do you have some gardening tools I can borrow?” She was a little breathless after spurting out all of that, she was so nervous now that they were alone. 

He got up and dusted his sweatpants.

“Sure, they are in my building shed” He replied puffing out his already beefy chest, his building shed was his pride and joy. “Just let me grab my boots real quick”

“Oh that’s okay I ca-” but he was already running inside.

A few minutes later after running a hand through his hair numerous times to tame his bedhead in front of the living room mirror, they were walking a bit closer than necessary to the shed.

“So, you like building a lot?” At that Grayson put on full display his million dollar smile.

“You could say that” He said looking around the shed for the gardening toolbox.”I build my mom that garden, I mean me and my brother did it but he was more like an.. assistant” Grayson could have swooned when he heard her laughter but instead focused on grabbing the box from the top shelf. 

“Are you kidding? I could have sworn that was made by a professional?” She replied, seemingly impressed while they walked back. 

“Why thank you, n- (Y/N)” He put the box down next to the first overturned plant pot “I appreciate that” Oh he appreciated it, alright.

“You know, you don't need, it was my horse after all” she sat criss- cross and started rummaging trough the box.

This was it, Grayson needed to pull his shit together if he wanted to make a good first impression on this gorgeous nymph that was eagerly staring up at him, waiting for an answer that his dumbass was unable to produce. With his shaking hands conveniently hidden inside his pockets, he stared confidently into her deep brown eyes and pulled his most charming smile.

And then they got to work. All coquettish smiles, blushing faces and casual hand brushings. They talked about building, horses, video games and even the process of cultivating high quality sugar cane without using pesticides. Grayson was over the moon being the sole focus of her attention, he had waited so long for this. He watched  as she pulled away from her face the rebel curls that scaped from her ponytail wishing he could run his hands through the luscious strands and wondering if her round cheeks would be as soft as they looked if he were to touch them with his rough fingertips. He was so immersed in her that didn't realize that their work was done when they picked up the last of Emperors victims, the cayenne on the porch. 

Standing on the recently clean porch steps they took a minute to admire their hard work. Or at least for Grayson they were to admire her.

“Well, this is it, thank you so much for you help Gray, you didn't have to” Did she just called him by his nickname? He had to be dreaming.

“It’s okay” he murmured observing how she had to crane her neck up to look at him, she was such a shorty yet when she spoke she appeared larger than life. She was simply amazing. “Time flies when you're having fun” He replied while they started walking towards the horses that were snorting impatiently.

“It was kinda fun, wasn't it?” she untied the big black horse and with one hand she held Emperor’s lead rope while the other pulled on the saddle Horne making for a swift effortless mount. Grayson stood a few steps away looking at the stallion curiously. “You can come closer, Spirit is a perfect gentleman, he likes firm pats like this” He smiled at her demonstration and brought his own much larger right  hand to Spirit’s thick neck and let his left one rest cheekily above her knee.

“Spirit” he tested the name on his tongue “Is that his name?” he was looking up at her, for a change, and its was making her breath speed up.

“Well his registered name is actually Indomitable Spirit, my grandma rescued his mom with a poachers arrow on her side” (Y/N) cringed at the memory of the beautiful mare covered in blood “She didn’t have any hoseshoes and her teeth looked like they had never been floated, she was skittish around people... but not as much as the tipycal wild horse. It was like she was scared but she still wanted something from us. Then we realized it was because she was heavily pregnant, it only took us a couple of days to figure out she was close to due date. A month later she gave birth to the most adorable foal with a coat as black as onyx stone” Grayson basked in the glow of her radiant smile remembering how her horse came to this world.  And when her face fell, his did too.“It was a  difficult labor and she wasn't fully healed yet from her old wounds. The blood loss was fatal, she was too weak to even stand but she pushed through until she was done and the she just closed her eyes and never opened them again. Later on we confirmed she was a mustang so we named him in her honor. You know, most pregnant mares are nightmares, but not her, it was like she knew we would take care of her baby.” She paused at the dreamy look on his face ”Sorry, you probably didn't need the whole pony tale story, I blabber a lot sometimes... a lot of times, actually.”

“No its fine its fine,” he replied hurriedly “I love it, I mean, the story- its quite beautiful,”

“Glad you liked it” She blushed again and Grayson could have pulled her down from the saddle right then and there to cover her cute ass face with kisses, but he contained himself and tried to focus on what she was saying. “Again I’m so sorry about the garden”

“Actually, now I’m looking forward to Emperor’s next great scape if that means i get to hang out with you ” There it was, he had laid out the bait, he could only pray she take it.

“That could very well happen, but I would hate to destroy your garden again” She chuckled nervously

“It would be worth it if I can see you again, soon” The hand on her knee squeezed and his eyes stared hopeful into hers. “Or maybe, we could just grab some vegan ice cream sometime”

“That sounds nice” She started turning her horse around to hide her very obvious blush, but he saw it and it had his heart fluttering and a big cheesy smile appearing on his face. 

“Vegan ice-cream it is, then”

[nalgenewhore]

crossing line - part one

Lorcan Salvaterre was in love with his best friend. There was not one ounce of doubt in his soul that he was a complete goner for her. 

Right now, they were on their way to the football game and there she was, sitting in the passenger seat and rapping along to whatever song she had chosen. 

Uh, Martin had a dream

Martin had a dream

Kendrick have a dream 

“All my life, I want money and power,” Elide was smiling, her lips, painted bright red, pulled into a wide grin, “Respect my mind or die from lead shower, I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower, so I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours!” 

Lorcan just shook his head at her antics and turned his gaze back to the road that lead to Elide’s school. 

Even though they lived barely ten metres apart, they were technically in different districts so they attended separate schools. 

She laughed as they pulled into the parking lot, rolling down her window and blasting Backseat Freestyle when she spotted a boy with beautifully brown skin and bleached hair, shorn short, meticulous wave patterns over his skull, his silk head wrap hanging from his bag, his helmet tucked under his arm. “Fen!” 

The boy turned and cheered, holding his fist to his mouth as he rapped alongside her, “I’ve got twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir! Put fire to that ass, body cast on a stretcher!” 

Elide was opening the door and racing across the parking lot to him before Lorcan had even pulled into a spot, throwing her arms around Fenrys’ neck, “You didn’t show up to movie night!” 

“Yeah, I got a life outside the squad, Ellie,” he said, smiling as he set her down, slinging his arm around her shoulders. “Cute bow,” he flicked her cheer bow, attached to the base of her high ponytail. 

“Cute pants,” she shot back at him, slapping his ass. Fenrys snapped his teeth at her and they slowly started walking to the field, chatting quietly.

Just as they reached the gates, Elide swore and paused, “Fuck me, I forgot my poms! Shit, I’m so fucked.” She spun around, about to race home in Lorcan’s truck to get them and then saw Lorcan walking up, his football bag slung over his shoulder, her poms in his other hand. 

“Looking for these?” he asked, a brow quirked up and he smirked down at her. 

Elide nodded and smiled, reaching for them when he lifted them high above her head. She pouted and crossed her arms, sticking her bottom lip out, “Hey, that’s mean!” She just waited, fake sniffling and his restraint was shot, she was too cute and perfect. Elide grinned triumphantly as he passed them to her and rolled his eyes. “Thank you,” she said, wrapping her arm around his waist. 

Lorcan sighed through his nose and dropped a kiss on her head “Anytime, E.” They walked in step to the field. The guys were standing by the benches, smirking at the two of them and the look in Lorcan’s eyes promised a slow and pain-filled death.

The smirks dropped from their faces and Elide slid away from him, rocking on her tip-toes to press her lips to his cheek, “Good luck, I hope you lose.” 

She pranced away and he called after her, “I hope you fall and break every bone in your body.” Elide just flipped him off over her shoulder and he watched her for a few seconds as she joined the rest of the cheer squad. 

When he turned back to the team, they all had shit eating smiles on their faces. “What.” he snarled, tossing his bag to the bench. “Stop looking at me like that.” He used the hem of his shirt to wipe away the lipstick mark she had left.

It was Fenrys, of course it was fucking Fenrys, who began, “Lorcan and Ellie, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-” 

“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” promised Lorcan, feigning a move at Fenrys, who shrieked and cowered, waiting for a hit that never came. “Ha, got you.” 

“This is bullying, you know.” 

“Boy, shut your bitch ass up or I’ll do it for you,” warned Lorcan, his hands busy with adjusting his head band to keep his hair back. 

Fenrys just smirked back at him, “No you won’t, Ellie won’t let you.” 

All Lorcan could do was scowl, “Fuck you.” But it was completely true. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

At halftime, Yrene stood next to a seated, half dressed Lorcan, his jersey and padding on the ground next to him. She held his arm and twisted it this way and that, asking him where and when it hurt. “Y, I’m telling you, it’s not that ba-ah, fuck.” 

“Not that bad, huh?” she asked, her eyebrow raised. “Sure, Salvaterre. Wanna go back on and tear it more? No? Didn’t think so, you’re not playing.” 

“But-” 

Their team physio-therapist shot him a hard look and he promptly shut his mouth, glowering at the ground. “Lorcan, I know you wanna play, but if you’re trying to get signed to a university, you can’t be hurting yourself in exhibition game, ok? Save yourself till playoffs.” 

“Yeah, fine.” He took the instant ice pack that she passed him and the roll of tape, fully prepared to wrap it himself, but then Elide appeared in front of him, worry on her face, her brows furrowed. “El, I’m-” 

She slapped him upside the head, frowning down at him. “You idiot, you told me you were fine!” 

“Ow, I’m injured, you can’t hurt the invalid!” he protested, passing her the ice and tape when she held her hand out for them. “I can do it myself, you know.” 

She snorted as she moved behind him, lifting his right hand to hold the pack on his left shoulder. “Oh, I can just go back, then, if you don’t need me?” 

“Shut up, you know I need you, I’m useless without you.” 

Elide laughed, the sound melodious and full. It was the soundtrack of his dreams, a sound he would follow when he woke only to have reality crash down on him. “Don’t you forget it,” she said, her tongue poking out of her lips as she concentrated on snugly wrapping the tape. She glanced up at him and he was sure that the blush on her cheeks was from the cold. “That good?” 

“Yeah, thanks,” he replied. He leaned to his bag to grab his cutoff tank top, pulling it over his head and missing the way her eyes ogled his bare and sweaty chest, warm brown skin with copper undertones glowing under the lights as she helped him get his left arm through the hole. “You cold, E?” 

“Um, yeah, I guess?” 

“Mm, take my hoodie,” he said, passing it to her. She grinned and accepted it, the article of clothing practically drowning her, not that she minded. Elide turned back to the field and Lorcan stood, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, his chin resting on her head. 

Elide hummed and held onto his forearms, tilting her head back to smile at him. “Am I staying at yours tonight?” 

“Yeah, whatever you want,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to her forehead. “Oh, I got your ticket.” 

Elide turned in his arms and looped hers around his waist, “Ticket? For what?” 

“My prom.” 

She scowled at him, her voice monotone, “Wow, what a beautiful and romantic Promposal, thank you so much, Lorcan, of course I’ll go with you.” 

“You won’t go unless you get a Promposal?” he questioned, leaning down to press his forehead to hers. “Spoiled brat.” 

Elide pinched his side, hard. It was somewhat of a specialty of hers. “Obviously I’ll go with you. That means you have to go dress shopping with me, we’ll go tomorrow.” With that, she slid from his arms, halftime almost over. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Who’s hosting tonight?” asked Elide, the game over and won by Lorcan’s team, not that that was a surprise, Staghorn Secondary had the strongest team and dominated over every other school, as well as Orynth Secondary, Elide’s school. 

“Nobody, Fen and Con are never allowed to host again after last weekend and V is still grounded and Ro has plans.” Most likely with Aelin, the two had been skirting around a relationship for years.

“Fuck, that was so fun, though!” 

“Remember the next morning?” Lorcan nudged her, chuckling at the memory of her still faded the next day. 

“We don’t talk about that, what happens at Fen and Con’s, stays there.” She smiled at the memory, recalling how she had managed to convince Lorcan to go out and get her food, not that it ever took much for him to do something for her. She had him completely wrapped around her baby finger. “Oh, gods, and you hooked up with that girl, what’s her name?” 

Lorcan gritted his jaw, “Don’t remember.” 

“You so do, I’ll just ask Ace-” 

“Don’t you fucking dare, she-devil. Leave it.” 

Elide cackled as she dug her hand into his pocket and grabbed his keys, sauntering off, his eyes on her ass in her green and gold cheer uniform, a mini-skirt that hit just above mid-thigh and a tight, long sleeved crop top, her dark hair pulled up into a tight ponytail and topped with a gold bow. He barely realized that she was in the driver’s seat and starting up the truck. 

“C’mon, I wanna get food,” she whined, honking the horn to get him to move from where he was frozen in place. “Hurry your skinny ass up!” 

Lorcan bared his teeth at Elide, “I’m thicker than a Snicker and you know it. You wish you had cake like me.” She was completely unimpressed as he tossed his bag into the backseat and slammed the door shut, his shoulder barking in pain as he swung himself into the passenger seat.

Elide busied herself by adjusting her seat, moving it as far as it would go so that her feet could reach the pedals. She then jacked it up, still barely tall enough to see over the dash. Lorcan was utterly in love with her, How does one person become so fucking cute and beautiful? 

Soon enough, she was pulling onto the road, the windows all the way down and the sunroof open. A couple moments later, trashy country music was blaring through the speakers and Elide was belting the lyrics, her voice like honey and sugar, even when it was hoarse after cheering. 

Lorcan just watched her, falling for her over and over again. With every little, teeny voice crack, his heart fluttered in his chest and eventually she glanced over at him, “Sing!” 

“Not gonna happen, princess.” To really make his point, he crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. “Turn up here,” he nodded his head to the road that they lived on. 

“I know where we live, you asshole, and yes, sing for me, you have such a pretty voice!” Elide pointed at him as she sang, “But he don’t knooowwww…..” 

Lorcan rolled his eyes and sighed, but still, “I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive, I carved my name into the leather seats...”

Elide laughed and turned onto their road, “Took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, I slashed a hole in all four tires, maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats,” she sang, turning the music low as she pulled into his driveway. She sighed contentedly, shutting off the truck and hopping out before Lorcan had even unbuckled his seat belt. 

By the time he caught up to her, Elide was perched on the kitchen counter, swinging her legs as she spoke with his mother, Odette, she turned to stare at him with a look of complete disbelief, You still haven’t told her, have you? 

He subtly shook his head and she sighed. Odette noticed his shoulder and glared as she moved closer, her long onyx hair swaying, “I told you not to play!” She began poking and prodding, turning her son this way and that. “You idiot, you’ve only made it worse!” 

“Leave me alone, Hellas below, I’m resting, I promise.” 

“You also promised us you wouldn’t play if it hurt,” commented Elide, munching on dry cereal, straight from the box. 

“Hey, E, fuck off,” he said, batting his mother’s hands away. “I’m fine, I’ll take an ice bath tonight, it’ll be fine.” 

“Ooh, sounds fun,” Elide teased, hopping off the counter. “‘K, I’m gonna go home and get some stuff and say good night to my parents, I shall return!” With that, Elide was gone, leaving out the back door attached to the kitchen. 

“You should tell her,” Odette stated, picking something off of his shirt. “You should hear how she talks about you when you’re not here, baby.”

“She talks about me like I’m her best friend. And that’s it.” 

“Oh, baby, you know I love you, but you are just so mind-numbingly stupid.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+* 

Lorcan was sprawled across his bed when Elide arrived, her makeup washed and her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. She still had on her uniform when she walked in. “Hey,” she greeted him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. 

Lorcan snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her into bed with him, nuzzling his face into her hair. “Hi.” 

She sighed and melted against him, “I’m gonna get changed and then I’m sleeping. I’m pooped.” 

He chuckled and nodded his head, sitting up and pressing his lips to her temple. “Me too.” 

She smiled softly and brushed his hair off his brow, her long nails scratching his scalp. It was times like these, these soft and warm and intimate moments when the words were sitting heavy on his tongue, but he couldn’t ruin any of these fleeting seconds, precious and so incredibly temporary. He stayed silent, grinning sleepily up at her. “I’ll be right back,” she murmured, seeming like she felt the fragility of this second and wanted to preserve it. 

Lorcan flopped back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, cursing himself for everything. He was so, so fucked. Groaning slightly, his shoulder screaming in agony, he sat up and turned on his music, the soft vibes of Frank Ocean floating around the room. 

Round the city, round the clock

Everybody needs you

No, you can’t make everybody equal

Although you got beaucoup family

You ain’t even got nobody being honest with you

A soft grunt was pulled from him as a body launched onto his lap, pinning him to the bed.

His best friend was wearing a pair of his sweats, emblazoned with Staghorn Secondary’s mascot on the thigh, his number thirteen beneath it, as well as his initials. She wore a black sports bra, her thick hair still pulled into a bun. Elide grinned as she straddled his lap, holding up a container of something. 

Lorcan shook his head, “I’m not doing it.” 

Elide sighed and she unscrewed the cap, leaning back to place the lid on his bedside table. The scent of freshness permeated the air around them as she scooped out a dollop of the face mask with her finger, “You are.” 

“I don’t want-” 

Too late, his protests went unheard and Elide dabbed it on his cheek, her brows furrowed as she carefully spread the clay mask on his face, making sure to leave his stubble alone. “Come on, it makes your skin so so soft,” she said, a light sparking in her dark irises. 

Lorcan just sighed through his nose and let it happen, his hands running up her legs to hold her thighs. He resigned himself to the knowledge that Elide was the love of his life and he just didn’t have the luxury of being hers. 

@myfeyrelady @schmlip-scribble @kandasboi @the-regal-warrior​ @westofmoon​ @empire-of-wildfire​ @rhysands-highlady​ @city-of-fae​ @shyvioletcat​ @alifletcher2012​ @tangledraysofsunshine​ @ttakeitbacknoww​ @tswaney17​ @ourbooksuniverse​ @flora-and-fae​

songs (if u were wondering at all) (by order of appearance):

Backstreet Freestyle - Kendrick Lamar (good kid, m.A.A.d city, 2012) 

Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood (Some Hearts, 2005) 

Nights - Frank Ocean (blonde, 2017) 

[erhiem]

Until a few weeks ago, Jordyn Dalah didn’t have to deal with any of the hurdles that most of the budding designers we’ve talked to have gotten married in the past 18 months: production drama; Has to do without in-person fittings; Dealing with everything from pattern cutters to printmakers on Zoom. “I think my experience has been very different to that of a lot of designers in the UK, for example,” he reflects on Zoom from his home in Sydney, Australia, a city he recently passed by. More or less entirely through the pandemic. “We are actually in lockdown right now, but we are not there for most of the entire COVID period. I’ve felt really lucky to be able to go into my studio, and the producers I work with in Sydney haven’t really taken off at all. ”

Jordan has made good use of his advantage. His SS22 collection was his most comprehensive collection to date, with 43 looks, cementing his reputation as one of the most playful silhouette innovators of his generation. What’s more, it was presented on the IRL stage that the commanding clothes she created are worthy – an all-out runway show in the opening slot of Australian Fashion Week, with a live audience, a cast including Georgia Fowler and Eveng Chuol. And everyone was involved.

It was a change for the Central Saint Martins alum, which traveled to showrooms in Paris and Milan last season. Take a look at the dramatic, inflated forms of his work too – scarlet leather coats and satin shift dresses, with hawking, flared flared shoulders, stuffed hoop hems – and you can understand why these demands To be seen in motion on the catwalk. “What I call the silhouette I love the most is ‘wimpy bottoms,'” Jordan says, “it’s no doubt raising the eyebrows of the filthy psyche among you.” “It’s a really top-heavy shape, with a puffy bodice and a really thin stocking-y kind of bottom. It looks a bit like what Tudor men would wear,” in part, evoking Holbein’s famous portrait of Henry VIII. doing. However, this does not mean that these are clothes that are associated with history. “I think it’s really relevant to the way a woman would dress now,” says the designer, “and in my work, it often translates to something like a mini bodice dress with a distorted sleeve. ”

We’ll admit that, at first glance, Jordyn’s clothes might seem a little flashy. Seen on the runway, some of the more eccentric looks—particularly those donned with a bulbous donut bustle at the hip—can seem like the sort of thing that it takes a particularly daring personality to pull off. “I find it difficult for people to digest my work,” he says. “People think I love what I do, but they often see it as this dramatic act of self-expression rather than serious fashion. It bothers me because, yes, it’s totally expressive.” But it’s not intended as ‘wacky clothing’. For me, it’s as strong as ready-to-wear.”

Sure, these may be clothing infused with the spirit of performance, but there is no compromise when it comes to their wearability or the quality of their construction. Those busty dresses, for example, are far more versatile than they appear on the runway—their fluffed forms can be easily removed to reveal free-form, flaky drapes. “Sure, the voluminous proportions of some pieces are sometimes very dress-y, but the styling emphasizes that,” he says. “It’s up to the wearer how they want to wear it, really.” Among the 43 looks she’s shown on the runway, there’s no shortage of more immediately ‘accessible’ silhouettes—a merino jersey top, and button-down smock dress with cropped puffball sleeves, for example.

While there are faded historical motifs and the space and attention that certainly commands it, can lead audiences to view his work as costume. As we’ve seen throughout fashion history, however, in the cases of designers from Rei Kawakubo to John Galliano to Gareth Pugh, the line dividing the two disciplines has always been blurry. “People ask if it’s a ready to wear or dress, and for me, it sits in the middle,” Jordan says. “When you watch a play, for example, the pieces are always a little exaggerated, and the characters are often created through their costumes to be enhanced versions of what they would be in real life. If this one The man has a coat, for example, the shoulders are brought forward and the stitching really accentuates. For me, it’s about keeping those kinds of details ready-to-wear.”

In bringing this conscious-yet-subtle performance spirit to fashion, Jordan’s work provides a welcome reminder that taking fashion seriously doesn’t have to be completely cool; It’s not just about a perfect cropped leather bomber or pair of selvage denim jeans. Flair, pomp and — in careful measure — comedy are all part of what attracted so many of us in the first place, and the ability that allows for the expression of exaggerated versions of ourselves is one of fashion’s most powerful, One of the liberation is the symptom. To paraphrase Jacques in Shakespeare as you like ItIf the whole world is a stage, and we are only players, then the dress is certainly in its best fashion.

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[andillcomebacktoyousomeday]

2/7/2018

My darling,

There is something in Japanese culture called a confession letter. The term itself is pretty self-explanatory, but an interesting thing about a confession letter is that you can give it someone you’ve never spoken to, but have adored. Thankfully, in this instance, I both know you and adore you, and I have the advantage in that you already know how I feel.

“anyway, just in case I forget to mention it, I love you. Did I get around to mentioning that?”                                 -JD Sallinger

The last four years have been hard on us Jon, in different ways, but in ways that no doubt changed us. I can confidently say that you are the biggest happening in my life thusfar; let me explain why. 

“there are moments which mark your life. Moments when you realize nothing would ever be the same, and time is divided into two parts-- before this, and after this”                              -Fallen, 1998

We shared a doughnut and had hot chocolate on our way to Hoover Dam. The water level was very low then; you had mentioned that to me. We walked up and down the shore, throwing rocks and talking. You noticed my flowery shoes (which I still have) and you were concerned that they would get ruined. After a while, we sat on some rocks and you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told you that I wanted to wear skirts and travel and be barefoot and not pay bills and wear flowers in my hair. I laughed and said “but that’s not really realistic,” and without missing a beat, you said “well, why not?”

“before this and after this,” mind you. 

I didn’t know it at the time, but I had just had my Pam moment when she tells Jim that she knew she liked him after the mixed-berry yogurt incident. At that moment, as we’ve both explained to one another, what I thought was love was wrong. At this point, I had been with Jeremy for a year and a half, and not once had I felt anything close to what I felt in that moment with you. And I knew that to be with anyone but you would be settling. You were it, and I was scared. 

“Meanwhile, Delores says we’re put here to do one thing” * “One thing? What’s that?” * “Its different. Its different for everybody, hers is lasagna” “Lasagna?” “That’s just her opinion. But its like, when a moment comes...we either do the right thing or wrong”                             -Fallen, 1998

I did the wrong thing. I knew, deep, that I loved you, but I stayed with Jeremy because I was afraid. I was 19...who finds that person when they were 19? I felt like I had been asleep before you, and meeting you woke me up to all of the beauty I was missing. I had finally opened my eyes, and there you were, smiling at me and sitting on a rock. It was...overwhelming, for us both; what I felt was so powerful that there was no way you couldn’t feel it too. It was so big, bigger than me, and I was scared. 

Part II of why I was scared: (See *)-- my purpose, my “one thing” is to love. It is undoubtedly what I am best at and I feel fulfilled when I am showing someone that I love them. A person’s purpose, that’s a big deal Jon. I not only knew you were the person that I was supposed to...give this to/do this with, but I wanted to. I felt alive with you and I felt whole with you--who accomplishes their purpose at 19? All I wanted/needed was happening; what if I wasn’t ready? (we weren’t), what if I wasn’t good at it? what would the rest of my life look like? Too big, and I was too small. My formula before you was to be friends with someone for years before dating/showing interest in them. So imagine my surprise:

“your soul knew my soul            5 long before we needed skin       7 to spend a life in”                       5                            -Tyler Knott Gregson

Part III of why I was scared: I had no plan

Even still, I kepy getting closer to you. I took pictures for you, watched movies for you so that we could talk about them, I talked to you on the phone... I didn’t even talk to my own boyfriend on the phone. It became clear to me that I had to be very careful when I mentioned you to Jeremy; I shone so much brighter when I said your name. It was then I began to realize that being with Jeremy was no longer fair to anyone involved. This was another year after The Moment at Hoover. I was being heard, and I craved listening for the first time in my life. You called about the fucking pie...if The Moment at Hoover wasn’t the moment, that would’ve been it. Whenever I think about that moment, it seems unreal; what had I done to be treated this way? Did I deserve it?

(Memory is a funny thing, no? Ask me to explain it if you’d like, and I will.)

When I was still with Jeremy was the first time you disappeared. You had told me that it was too hard, me being with Jeremy:

“when a moment comes...we either do the right thing, or wrong.”

You tried to explain to me, but I wasn’t capable of understanding what I didn’t understand (what happens when it is too big and I am too small). But you came back.

Time gone: 3 months

I leave Jeremy; I had realized the difference between love and in love--care to guess which was you? I come to see you at Miami; a whole weekend, a whole you to myself. The four hour backroads drive was more than worth it. I had unsurprisingly elected to share the bed with you for the weekend, and we rented 7 movies to keep us company in the unbearble heat. 

Little details: the mini lights that you had hung from the bottom of the top bunk, you kissing my inner thighs, me not wanting to move my leg during our movie theatre movie just in case you moved your hand, the most painful goodbye to date. 

The words “I love you” burned in my mouth as we lay there before leaving; I can see the exact moment very clearly. We said goodbye instead, afterall, you were going to be there all summer, and when I got home, I immediately tried to plan to see you again. Then:

Time gone (total): 1 year, 3 months

I was deeply hurt and confused. I thought that you had felt the same about me, but how could that be if you left? You don’t leave the people you love. Again, this is another example of how much I didn’t know: heartbreak. I thought when my 8th grade boyfriend broke up with me over instant messenger that that was heartbreak. This, you leaving, was much deeper than a heartbreak, so deep that I ached. You leaving also made it very clear to me that I was a very intense person, and a person that you were not ready for yet. I had done nothing but crash into you since we met, and your bruises were beginnging to show. 

I did not realize the damage I had caused, and it was selfish as a result. So much realization occurs after the fact. I had to rationalize you leaving to ever have any hope of moving past it (I didn’t); I blamed myself. What is interesting is that just recently I’ve begun to understand just how damaging that was. I was a person already filled with self-doubt, and then to place the blame on myself for the loss of the love of my life... I didn’t trust myself, so I became a person entirely different from myself. 

The most accurate way to describe this period was that something inside me had broken. My emotional nature had finally surfaced. I no longer trusted, I no longer opened up to anyone, I stared at my bookshelf a lot. I couldn’t listen to First Aid Kit or Bon Iver or Band of Horses. I couldn’t wear the swan shirt I had worn when we had shared our pie. I was angry and I was sad and I was exhausted from being both all of the time. But yet I still had to get up everyday and drive past Hoover to go to school. Your absence affected me so deeply; I could hear people getting tired of me. But I just couldn’t make sense of the fact that I had all of these feelings with no place to put them.

Sometime in September: “I’m back in Ohio and I’m thinkning we should talk.”

We had Mexican food and joked about the midget-sized jerseys framed and displayed on the wall. I had discovered that you had gotten a new car; I was still looking for your white Neon. You went to Hoover and explained to me why you had gone (I blamed the Oregon trees) and you had promised to do better going forward. You said you weren’t going to kiss me, but instead kissed my hand. I asked if you were okay. You said that you were and then we drove away.

Time gone (total): 5 years, 3 months

There are some things that I will reiterate here. I was depressed. There are no words for how the winters felt. I listened to First Aid Kit and visited Hoover when I needed to cry, otherwise I would numb myself to it. I no longer trusted; I had naiively assumed that just because I was good to people, that they would be good to me. I no longer trusted anyone to be good to me. I began as a person that trusted until given a reason not to--I became a person that didn’t trust until proven otherwise. I had to function as best I could with a missing piece. At times I had (unsuccessfully) foolishly convinced myself that I was over you (I now realize that I don’t think that would ever be possible) and quickly realized that you were like the tide. All of the beautiful things were still beautiful, but they were painful. People were still tired of me; “but you two didn’t acutally date, right?” They didn’t understand. And how could they when I am certain that they had never experienced this before? How could I expect them to understand what even I didn’t? Words are hard, but “lost” seems to be the best one. 

Cara: “Okay, dad, I love Marty” Dan: “Oh, please” Cara: “Dad! Stop, listen! I didn’t know right away! It took me a while!” Dan: “how long is a while?” Cara: “I’ve only known him for three weeks, but I knew in three days” Dan: “Three days?! You can’t know in three days!” Cara: “Yes you can!” Dan: “No, no.”                                                       **** Dan: “See, I got a little confused with Marie. I kind of lost my head, I got a little stupid because I love her. No...that’s not...I didn’t mean... I don’t lover her, and that’s not what I meant because, I mean, how could I love her? I’ve only known her---” Cara: “Three days” Dan: “Yeah, and how can you know in three days? Well, no. Yes, I do. I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her. I... love her”                                                     -Dan in Real Life, 2007

They didn’t understand, and I still couldn’t, and I continued to blame myself. I constantly second-guessed myself or asked myself if I was making the right decision, in every aspect of my life. I was the reason that you had gone; it made the most sense. For 2 of the 4 years you had been gone, I was emotionally unreachable. When I finaly sat at the end of the day, I thought about whether or not you were okay, and if you missed me as much as I missed you. I went to Hoover Dam often during this time in hopes of catching you there. Alliance Data would bring lunch parties into Bdubs and I would wonder if you would show up and order your asian zing boneless. You once told me that you had called Bdubs to see if I was working, and hung up when I answered the phone. From that point on, I would wonder if every hang up that I got was you. The hurt and pain that I felt didn’t go away, but got easier to deal with. I knew that one day you and I would come back to eachother, but I didn’t trust that you would stay. How could I, afterall? I will be honest and tell you that this trust is something that I am currently struggling with--I am afraid that at any moment, I may do something that will scare you away (four years of blaming myself for leaving is not easily erased). I am trying, but I will need patience.

June 2017:

You like a 5-year-old Facebook post; First Aid Kit lyrics and the railroad tracks that you had sent me from Indiana. “Maybe it just popped up on his Facebook memories.” No, they didn’t understand. This meant something, After 4 years of silence, and this is the post that you picked? That you had searched for? “Thank you (thank you)”... "This may sound insane, but that seems like an echo to me. And I showed him that band...” They didn’t understand. If I didn’t know, my soul sure did. 

“I’ve come to the conclusion that our souls have known eachother for lifetimes, because that it the only way that a love on this level can exist”                                                           -Echo Durant, 2018

I waited...after 4 years of silence, why now? I was angry. Why that post? (I knew why). Why was it all that I could think about? Then it hit me: this was you coming back to me. You tell me of your past. This was especially hard to deal with. I had wondered and worried about whether or not you were okay, and you weren’t. I could’ve lost you Jon, permanently, and I wouldn’t have known. That is the thought that literally haunts me. Rememeber: to be with anyone but you would be settling. Remember: I knew you were the only person that I could give this to/do this with. I felt whole with you. I take you to Hoover, because where else would we go? That place was ours. 

Time gone (total): 5 years, 5 months

“I’m not in Ohio, I’m in Oregon.”

2,438.9 miles my darling, and yet this is the closest that we’ve been. “What do you mean he’s in Oregon? He didn’t tell you?” They didn’t understand. Under the trees is where you need to be. I am more and more beginning to trust that you will stay, and more importantly that you will stay safe. I trust the trees with you until I can be there. My friend Leia says that I should write a book about “our story,” and I suppose if I ever were, this is how it would begin. What I am most excited for is everything to come. 

“Anyway, just in case I forgot to mention it, I love you. Did I get around to mentioning that?”

“I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart”

“Stockholm’s cold but I’ve been told I was born to endure this kind of weather”

“if I was a flower growin’ wild and free, all I’d want is you to be my sweet honeybee”

“home is wherever I’m with you” ________________________________________________________________

“for I found myself attached to this railroad track, and I’ll come back to you, someday.”

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“Sometimes our bodies and souls scream things our mouths can’t. We’ve been screaming at eachother since we met.”

I know that my soul can only be the best version it can be when it is with your soul.

[serataino]

MS2SL Short Story Excerpt - “White”

I’m writing for the charity collection, MS2SL (for more information, click on the link here). For the first time, I will be contributing an original short story. Like last year’s contribution, Six Weeks, this story will not be available anywhere else except in an upcoming short story collection that I am slowly putting together and that won’t be for a good, long while.

Summary: When Marisol travels to the town of he family’s origin to stay with her aunt, Lucinda, she has low expectations for what she sees as a forced vacation on a backward island. What she discovers instead is the power of origins and first love that changes everything she thinks she knows about herself.

Excerpt: 

The sea was an inimitable shade of blue, an azur color that the murky waters of the Jersey Shore could never achieve. Blue, with a bottom the sandy shade of bone. Bleached bones that had lain too long under the water. 

I pulled up Juni’s swimmers, his legs still stubby and awkward though he was already four years old, and followed him along the shoreline. He raced towards his mother, Lucinda, whose long legs lay on the lounge chair, half-submerged in the water. She lived in a bungalow not one hundred feet from the beach and was well equipped with her umbrella, her chair, a wide-brimmed hat and a mini-tent for her son to retreat to when the sun became unbearable.  I thought of the resorts I’d seen in travel magazines - white beaches crowded with a phalanx of umbrellas and chairs, tanned bodies laying in various poses of enforced relaxation. I glanced down the empty beach framed by rocks and heavy mangroves drooping over pooled water, a riot of brown children racing and building along the sand while adults gossiped under trees or in the sea.

That’s when I first saw him. He stood watching me from under a giant ceiba tree above the beach line. Tall, with skin as dark as wood-bark. Wiry black hair cropped closely to his head. As he descended from the gnarled roots, elegant even in cheap, black swim trunks, his eyes locked onto me, crawled over me like a thousand tiny hands slapping my skin. 

I held a bucket of sand in my trembling hand. It slipped and fell to my feet, splashing soggy sand clumps up and down my legs. The chill startled me and I scrambled on ungainly legs to the water line, his laughter pursuing me until it was swallowed by the water. When my head broke through the surface, he was still watching but his eyes no longer stared at me. I’d become a part of the landscape - the sea and the sun that drowned in his eyes.

[aerisosweet]

170428 EXO’rDIUM IN LA (tl;dr)

*Note: I’m such a high-key fan (is this the correct term?) that I spazz over EVERYTHING. If you heard @captivatesme​ videos you would hear me either yelling, laughing, flailing, or talking. I even cried so... yeah, warning.

So when they announced that EXO was coming to LA, I managed to get @captivatesme to agree on doing Global Package for the twin room and so that we could sit together. I had done GP in 2015 when EXO went to Japan and loved the seat (it was actually in the pit!) and the fact I got a hotel and transportation to the venue. And for this concert, I wanted good seats, and if we were going to go up there (down here for her case) and staying in a hotel, I wanted it to be taken care of because tbh, driving in LA scares me. We only had to add an extra day to our stay so that we can have a non-concert hang out day :) This is really long, so skip towards the middle to read about the actual concert lol otherwise it’s like things that happened before the concert lol 

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So, I actually worked this day. I was hoping to leave early but since I had conferences all day, I had to wait until my last student came, which was actually after I was supposed to leave, but it was the only time they could do it. But right after, I left. I went and got cash because I didn’t want to keep using my card if I didn’t have to, got gas, and then was on my way to go to LA. I did make a short stop to the Daiso in San Diego because I wanted to make an uchiwa/fan for Baekhyun’s birthday and for Lay as support even though he wasn’t going to be there. After getting that and a few supplies, I was on my way!

The only thing is... it took me an hour extra then it should have because of traffic. But if you know anything about LA ... and coming from SD, like nearly the border, it’ll take awhile to get up there.

Anyways, long story short... I made it to our hotel and met up with @captivatesme in the lobby. We checked in and went upstairs because the drawing of the tickets wasn’t going to happen for like an hour or so.

When it was time to get our tickets, we went downstairs and waited for our contact person to come down... when it was time, we got to draw our tickets. So the tickets are in envelopes and you would pick one, thus the tickets are given at random. When our contact person laid them out, I immediately looked at the one that had a 1, but then there was one that had a 4 and being both @captivatesme and my favorite number, she picked it. Upon opening it, we saw that we were in section 127, which was to the left (if looking at the stage) of the stage. Alongside with our tickets, we got our name badges that we had to wear to show that we were part of the Global Package and then two eco bags. They’re fairly nice and has the symbols at the bottom of the bag.

After settling down everything, we went to eat at BCD. The one I usually go to on Wilshire was actually closed and I was super surprised because it’s never closed. BCD is actually 24 hours. I jokingly was saying that if it’s closed, then there’s like someone in there. Someone being a celebrity. I tried peeking in as there were people inside but couldn’t recognize anyone. We ended up going to the other one which seemed a bit pack -- probably because the Wilshire one was closed -- but we didn’t wait too long :)

After we ate we went back to our hotel so that we could sleep and get ready for the next day.

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Pre-concert activities

Sadly, when I say sleep for the next day, it was more like naps for me. I’m having trouble sleeping -- especially since coming back from Japan a week prior so adjusting to time and in just in general has been hard. So I woke up every 2 hours and then finally around 6ish, I stayed awake. I ended up making my banner for Baekhyun and Lay. I used this puffed up board paper for Baekhyun and Lay’s name and the hearts, but I wasn’t too confident on how it was because it was hard to cut and my glue wasn’t very strong. But I was determined and managed to finish before 8am.

Afterward, when @captivatesme​ woke up, we went down for breakfast and ran into a few people who were also there for global. It was a lil nice set up. Food could’ve been better but hey, it’s free, so can’t complain, right! Then after that, we went back up to get ready for our mini LA tour. And me being panicked and overthinking LA traffic, I had made @captivatesme give me her con outfit and lightstick and I stuffed my sign into my bag. BIG MISTAKE because all the puffy letters were coming off T_T and I was like AHH! But tried to be calm about it. I had put the glue stick in my bag just in case something happened.

The tour took us to the Hollywood Walk of Fame. To be honest, the area kinda creeps me out. I didn’t have anything really I wanted to do so we went to Muji and looked all the awesome Japanese things. I got this high moisturizer lotion, a few pens, and socks haha We actually stayed there for most of our time and then we went to get food at a nearby place. We took the food out so that we could eat on the bus.

From there, and scarfing down my street tacos (lol), we went to the Griffith Park to see the Observatory. It was super windy so I kept blaming Sehun, but @captivatesme​ kept saying it was her haha It can be both :P Anyway, we were able to see the Hollywood sign from there, teeny tiny, but still there. And then we went inside! That was fun because I actually didn’t go in last time with my parents. And being the science teacher that I am, I was like !!! because I had taught some things that were on display haha *nerd alert*

Afterward, we went outside and just walked around a bit until we ended up by another girl from global package. We started talking to her about EXO and the concert and things. She had go to the NJ con too (but not global) and was telling us a few things. After a few minutes, we walked back to our bus so that we can get ready for the concert!

I was actually in constant communication with a friend who was already at the venue. She actually had been waiting since early that morning and she told me things were not going well. This was also another reason why I opted to do Global because the wait at the venue is ridic, even if we had a seated section and all. Things can still get crazy~

Anyway, we went back to our hotel and @captivatesme and I got ready for the concert. Because of my lovely EXO-L Japan FC perks, I was able to get us the Japanese jerseys (and they had a different size than M) and we put those on. It was funny because our guide was surprised when we came downstairs in a different outfit. She was like “You changed?” And we were like “Yes” hahaha of course! Earlier we didn’t have anything EXO on! LOL For me, I was quite surprised that not a lot of people were wearing EXO things. But I guess that’s part of me being a !!! type fan and needing to wear things for support.

We boarded the bus and I noticed that it suddenly got a lot more fuller than it was earlier. Apparently, the Japanese fans (and Chinese? Korean?) fans had come! There were a few that were actually coming in from the concert in Mexico as there was now two contacts for our group. The one that came from Mexico actually has better English but I was still partial to ours as she was trying her best, especially in speaking. Her Japanese was a bit more confident than her English, but still understandable :)

At the venue; still pre-con

As we pulled up to the venue, you can hear a collective “Oh” and gasp as we saw the huge lines to get into the venue. It was wrapped around so much already! This was another reason why I was glad for global package. After we parked, we walked over to a section and we were lined up by our section -- seating v.s. standing. There were people who were confused and were trying to get in our line but because we had the badges, it was easy to tell who was part of our group. We actually waited quite a bit outside and our contact I think we getting frustrated. She had passed out goods to people who pre-ordered. I wasn’t sure what we were waiting for but they kept talking to each other and then standing got their wrist bands. There was another group who were the Tastemakers that got to go in for standing too.We were finally allowed to go inside and while they took the standing to the area, we had to wait a long time before we were actually allowed to our seats. We actually were on the opposite side and our contact was getting frustrated more because we were global and she kept contacting someone. But one of the staff was like “leave them” kinda thing while the guy helping us was determined to get us to where we had to be but he was of course following orders so yeah. We were by the club section and I noticed a lot of people coming in and out and it was like ??? haha like.. WHO ARE YOU hahahaAnyway, finally we were able to go to our seats and as we walked, you can see all the staff holding in the people... that was quite scary because at any moment they were gonna let them in and we still hadn’t gotten to our seats. I was almost to our section when they did let them in and there was yelling and a lot of people filling in. The only thing is... if you’re seated.. You HAVE a seat. You don’t necessarily need to fight your way to it. But probably from all the excitement and waiting people were !!! I did get separated a bit from @captivatesme but made my way to our section and our seats had such a great view! It was a way better view from last year and tbh, I don’t think I would have gotten it on our own. I know the seats below us must have been some type of VIP because there was staff that would order food and then bring it to them! And so once again, WHO ARE YOU? Lol 

Anyway, we finally settled down and we were ready for the concert

VTR #1 - They showed each of the members powers and of course I was really excited to see LAY (will be interchangeably called Yixing throughout) even if it’s on the screen.

Mama

Monster - It was really fun to hear all the fans sing along to Monster. I’m not entirely sure if everyone did the fanchant because I was doing it so loud lol that I only heard myself hahaha And then Baek’s solo dance for Monster was so good (since Yixing wasn’t here, I was pretty much screaming for Baek, but in actuality I screamed for all the members, it’s really hard not to)

Wolf Remix - I had told @captivatesme that I really wanted to record when Yeol did Chogiwa, which I did but once again, because I was so excited, my fancam has me yelling it over Yeol T_T but still really fun. I’ll post it because I got super close-up view of Yeol. And then omg, when they went to do the dance remix part!!! There was the obvious space for Yixing next to Xiumin and I was so happy *_* And then the BaekChen duet was to die for! I really was excited to see that live and really hope there will be a studio version one day.

Ment (Talk) #1 - First of all, the translator this year was SO much better than last years. There were times where she didn’t translate right away but it was so much more... it flowed much better. Suho spoke so much English and it was really good! I was really proud of it. He spoke a bit to say they were going to do introductions. It went:

Chanyeol > D.O. > Kai >  Chen > Xiumin > Baekhyun > Sehun > Suho

I did not get any videos of this because @captivatesme​ was capturing it and so I think this was the only talk part that I didn’t record them. But that’s okay. I was holding my sign wishing Baekhyun “Happy Birthday” and I really think he saw it. I know we were a bit further up than pit and like the VIP section, but my friend in pit was able to see it, so I can only hope that he saw it before it was destroyed. The puffy letters I had used were coming off and I didn’t have my glue stick. I had left it back at the hotel :(

Xiumin went “It’s showtime”

When it was Baek’s turn, I went crazy with my sign XD

Suho was able to say “EXO’rDIUM” instead of “EXO’luXion” which he done at the previous North American concerts heheheKai went over to his spot before Suho was done and so he walked back and then Suho also said “It’s Showtime” and they started the next round of songs

White Noise - Soo was facing towards us but we also had Sehun lol

Thunder - Chensoo in the beginning was *_* Xiumin was also towards our side (side stage) and (because I like to think that whenever they pointed in our direction, it was towards me, but I know i KNOW) he pointed in my direction (haha -- but it’s in my video!)

Playboy - On our side we had Suho/Kai and Chanyeol/Sehun doing the dance together. And then when they go around the sage, Suho was the closest to us and he “pointed” at me (haha)

Artificial Love - Freakin’ cane dance. Suho/Chen was on our side and then in the middle of the main stage was Kaibaek (omg I can hear Yixing in the backtrack T_T) And Suchen with the cane T____T like could they not. Is it really necessary for this. I believe it was Xiumin/Chanyeol who did the cane dance together. Then Kai’s dance in the middle of the stage and the blindfold (I’ll upload this in a bit, it’s pretty good but it’s a side view)

VTR #2 (Invitation) - They started with Yixing and then went to each of the members but I feel this had a lot of Yixing in comparison to the other members. Baekhyun and his lightstick was so cute. At one point though, I think when they started hanging out together and Yixing and Chanyeol were playing around and I started to cry. It wasn’t even sad! But I guess them being playful and of course Yixing not being at the concert made it even harder. So I ended up crying hahaha But it’s okay, I knew I was gonna cry at some point of the concert LOL

Acoustic Medley - Suho kept trying to get those in the pit to “Step back for your own safety” (in English) and if they didn’t step back they couldn’t start the performance. After the ones in pit stepped back and filled out fuller than how it was earlier. It was actually nicer to look at. Anyway, then Chanyeol played some blues riff on the guitar (this is where it probably should have been Monodrama T____T) and then they started with the actual songs.

My Lady - Soo’s voice is so nice to listen to <3

My Turn to Cry - Vocal line is so killin’ it

Moonlight - Kai would of course start dancing along haha <3 And Suho hahaha

After Moonlight, they had a short talk and Baek mentioned how we’re from LA but all the songs are in Korean and it must be hard but I guess the fans said “No” and Baek said something that made the translator say, “It’s not?” which he then repeated in English haha Then said we would know the next song

Call Me Baby - the chants though were so good <33333 And Kai of course would start dancing along to it while sitting lol

Love, Love, Love - Awww Kai’s part and then Soo holding the mic for Chanyeol <333333 hahahaha My Chansoo But seriously who said they can’t sing? They’re so good T___T And then Chen starts and you’re like omggggggg Love, Love, Love gesture

Lady Luck - Then as Baek said, the “Dancing Machine” (Kai) goes out to dance and then Sehun goes to join Kai to dance in the middle.

Tender Love - Everyone was doing the lightstick dance for it and was so fun. I know I probably did it wrong but it’s okay, it was super a lot of fun. Soo was on the side closest to us and then they moved around and we got Sehun lol While in front of us was Suho who was super into it at the “Tender Love” part haha then Soo was in front of us again

Love Me Right - I love LMR and it’s dance so I was super !!! And then the uniformity for Sehun’s line “Shawty, Imma party till the sun down” was so strong hahahaha

Stronger - Vocal line <3

VTR #3 (Lucky) - This was super, super cute. Where they split to be 3 members in a group and did silly things with those cone hats and shoes lol Soo kept trying to sleep and xiumin would be like “Nope!” hahaha Then it was SeChanXing and their characters just kept laughing at each other XD then Chanyeol and Yixing composing music while Sehun would be such the maknae lol This is actually one of my favorite songs :)

Heaven - I completely forgot they were gonna do this song! So they came out with their elf shoes and haha I heard “Hello Angel” I flipped out lol I really like this song <3

G x Friend - Kai was on the side part by us at one point and he was waving towards our section (so naturally in my fancam, it looks like he’s waving to us hahaha). Then there was a slight XiuChen moment that I was trying to get for @chenrrerorocher hahaha and he too “waved” towards us haha

3.6.5 - This was one of my favorites from the XOXO album and I get so excited when they sing it (although I miss the m version cuz I know it more, it’s okay) And everyone just having so much fun. Baek was on our side <3 I think this is where he went crazy with his arm waving hahaha he was holding the light stick When he walked away he was holding on to his arm aha Yep haha I went back to check my fancam lol  Then Chanyeol came to our side <3 It’s always so funny to see the tallest member in shorts lol

VTR #4 - Chanyeol/Sehun doing that one thing they do and then dance line dancing and gah Yixing so good <3 And the screams for him just makes me so happy

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Transformer - YESSSSSS! EXO, LET’S GO! I heard about in Mexico it stopped so I was hoping everything would be okay for ours and it was! They’re such good performers gah Then Xiumin’s dance in the middle <3 Everything about it was so good

Lightsaber - Not gonna lie, whenever this song goes, all I remember is Baekyeol doing the lightsaber thing in the car haha and using the flashlight from the cell phone lol But for this we had Baekchen on our side <3

Ment (Talk) #2 - I don’t even know where to start with this one. It was just super crazy altogether lol A lot of laughter and fun :) It was D.O., Suho, Chen, and Kai who were left while Baekhyun, Xiumin, Chanyeol, and Sehun left to go get changed. Suho mentioned how the energy was much stronger than last years and was like “Stronger than last year” in English. His English was so good, accented, but really good. He mentioned how L.A. was his favorite place so he was really happy to be there and kept mentioning that but said besides his home in South Korea (lol) And also mentioned “La La Land” I was confused because I didn’t know if he meant the movie or the store by the Hollywood Walk of Fame haha but I knew the movie lol Then they had D.O. sing a bit of “City of Stars” and Chen mentioned how he was practicing it on the piano too. Then for some reason Suho got super excited and ended up dancing to it. He even went as far as to sitting down and then dancing lol His shoes looked so big in comparison to his skinny legs lol And then as @captivatesme mentioned, at this point one of the staff members, she was taking care of the section by us that I think were handicap/VIP as they would order things and they would get the food and stuff and she was like “YOU’RE CUTE! YOU’ER SO CUTE!” and then was asking who the “cute” one is. And not sure about @captivatesme but I was like “uhhhh” cuz all of them are “cute” haha We assumed it was Kai and when she said he has “brown hair” (which I went “uhhh” again because lol we all know about hair color and exo lol). So when it panned to Kai we were like, “Him?” She immediately was like ‘He’s alright, the other one” and then it panned to Chen and she was like “Him!” and I was like “His name is Chen! C-H-E-N!” LOL so it was quite interesting to see that haha The next thing I know, Suho was mentioning about different beaches like Santa Monica (TOTAL NAME DROP AS HE WAS ACTUALLY THERE ON SATURDAY WITH SEHUN), Malibu, etc. but then also mentioned you had to be careful with the pronunciation (of beaches lol) and was saying like “You know that?” but chen was like “I don’t know that”. Then they asked Soo what he liked about L.A. and he mentioned “Hollywood” but I guess that answer wasn’t good enough so they got him talking about food like “hot dog” WHICH SUHO WAS LIKE “PINK’S HOT DOG” (AND IF YOU’VE BEEN FOLLOWING ME AND/OR ARE AN ARASHI FAN, YOU KNOW THAT HE’S A MATSUJUN FANBOY AND LIKE OHNO/MATSUJUN WENT TO PINK’S HOT DOG A FEW YEARS BACK AND HE TALKED ABOUT PINK’S HOT DOG LAST YEAR TOO ANDFL KAJFKLSADJFASLKFJALKFJADLF) and then Soo also mentioned eating “In-N-Out” and how we should eat hamburger for dinner (lol) and like how Chen wants to eat In-N-Out too lol Then Suho tried to make another joke but most of us didn’t understand it (but @captivatesme says he was trying to talk about BOCA lol which is a veggie burger?)

After Kai was trying to talk about how they flew 3 hours from Mexico and was talking more things but then the other boys came out so they did a switch -- well all but Sehun came out at this time (Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Xiumin)

Chanyeol then mentions about Baekhyun’s hair is like he just woke up. And Baek did something cute haha Then after a few more minutes of them talking, Sehun came out and then sat down and tied his shoe lol

Chanyeol said we had to do 3 things: 1) how loud we can be (cue the screaming), how well we could jump, and how well we could dance (which Sehun and Xiumin showed by “Erotic” and “Goofy” lol)

Gacchi Gacchi - I don’t really care much for this song but seemed pretty fun regardless

Full Moon

Drop That - At this point lol I noticed the staff member standing there with her mouth opened and all I could think about was “Yep!” Anyway, But gah Chen’s high note was so beautiful and I can’t even ;fjalskfjalkfjalkfjalfkjafkl lol

Lucky - Gah they performed this even though the earlier VTR had it and I was like YES <3

Run - One of my favorites from Overdose album aldkfjaskldfj Chanyeol and Chen was on our side for this song and then the streamers came out (T__T too far to get any).

After this song they said their “goodbyes”

VTR #5 - The first VTR that we watched is connected to this but like it was so weird with the random family in this lol But definitely screamed for Yixing’s parts lol At this point too the bg song was Sing For You. I personally don’t know the lyrics much but someone started singing, or a group of fans did and it kinda started everyone to sing too. It was really nice <3

Growl - They were so casual with this song. I’m not sure if too many people knew the fanchant as it wasn’t as loud as the other song, but I definitely did it lol Kai and Chen was on our side and of course Kai would be the only one to do the actual Growl dance lol (I’ll gif later). At this time people started throwing gifts and I know at one point Chanyeol threw it back -- a lot of the gifts hit the boys too T_T

Lucky One - Yay! And we all know whose favorite song this is (D.O.) lol They always seem to pan on Soo during this part especially with him doing that head thing lol

Ment (Talk) #3 - At this point, there were so many gifts on the stage and the boys were getting lined up. Chanyeol did manage to find a Deadpool mask which he proceeded to wear; also at this point the fans started to sing Happy Birthday to Baek (they tried doing it at every other time they talked) but I think it wasn’t until Suho took out his earpiece that he finally understood what was going on and they started to sing it to him but Baek ended it by going “and Suho~” hahaha awww Subaek lol Baek was really cute like saying thank you and throwing out hearts and stuff haha <33333 and by then Yeol had the Deadpool mask fully on. And he even went on the floor like his computer wallpaper lol but also managed to pick up these ears that he wore over the Deadpool mask. And then Sehun put on this tiara for Baekhyun lol And then lol Chanyeol was wearing the owl mask. Lol Suho asked Chanyeol to “focus” in English he was like “Chanyeol, focus, FOCUS!” and Chanyeol responded by cooing back like an owl (I cry from laughter) and then Suho kept calling Chanyeol again and at this point Chanyeol took off the owl mask and had the Deadpool one still on and was like “I’m not Chanyeol” (ROFL, these are the boys I love haha). After, D.O. found these tiny doll fingers. He proceeded to wear them and then even play around with them and he got a foot and was like “OH MY FOOT!” and was pointing to his foot. At this point Chanyeol and Kai are like dying from laughing. Chanyeol ends up holding one and putting his hoodie over it so that it looks like it’s his hand and was like just being so cute about it. And that’s when Baekhyun was like “OH! OH! NICE TO MEET YOU!” and they proceeded to shake hands. Suho then was like “Don’t throw this” I think about the gifts because it kept hitting them and then he was like “IT’S OVER!” lol But it was so funny and cute but please don’t throw them at them directly T_T  Suho did mention about a new album and that they’d be back. They did also find Tony Testa and they kept hollering for him and like were like “Handsome guy” lol And yeah... I don’t remember the order of that but the highlight was definitely Chansoo lol

Angel (Into Your World) - Of course Kai would be the only one that was dancing to the song haha while everyone was waving to the fans and then we have Chanyeol and his tiny hand lol And then they went away but not before Baekhyun started singing Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You while they were all just being so cute gahh and they were gone T___T

Post-con

At this point our whole row were taking pictures and decided to walk back to the bus together. Luckily since we were on the other side from where we initially started, we were closer to our bus. @captivatesme and I walked to our bus and waited til we got back to our hotel. Despite being tired we were hungry so we ended up going to BCD again but I just got the hot bimbimbap instead of the soup lol Then we went back to the hotel and I gifed a few things before I forgot lol But yeah... then we slept cuz the next day we were going to go to Universal Studios (HARRY POTTER!!!)

**And actually we found a fancam from pit that showed where we were seated and I would definitely like to think that Baekhyun saw my sign during the first ment heehehe

Overall the concert was such a great experience, especially spending it with @captivates me. And as she said in her own fan account, it’s a personal decision on whether or not it was worth it. We definitely had to budget, still have to budget for this. I had the best time ever. Last year, we were super far back and then I even got a headache towards the end so I felt like I was a party-pooper lol not as fun as this year.

**I have a ton of videos and pictures that I might post later, especially the HQ ones lol but considering I’m not in pit and my camera doesn’t go that far, it’s not as nice as all them fansites haha but it’s still something I treasure <3

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J. Lo Wins Milan. Fashion Comes Second.

The moment that ate Milan Fashion Week occurred at the end of the Versace show.

People had been promised a special something, but no one knew what it was. The lights went down, a soundtrack crescendo began to build, and then — Jennifer Lopez! Age 50! In a new version of the jungle print dress she wore to the Grammys in 2000.

You know, the one that was cut down to her navel and up to her crotch, and set off so many digital searches back in the day that, in the myth of the internet and fashion, it is said Google created image search because of it (a more plausible version of the story is that it was part of the reason; a big part, sure, but still — a part).

The dress had been given a bit of an update, to be sure — less fabric on the sides, the sleeves were gone, there were jewels all over the matching bikini bottoms, and iridescent palm fronds bristled like epaulets on the shoulders. But those were details; the effect was the same. Bags were clutched. The whole audience rose as one. Phones came out and were wielded like knives, each one slicing off a section of her walk for the posting.

Mea culpa. But if ever there was a finale that crystallized just how much fashion had moved on — or not — since the turn of the millennium, that was it.

Back in the day, of course, there was no Instagram or live stream; people mostly viewed shows with their actual eyes as opposed to through the lens of their tiny cameras; designers only did two collections a year (or two we knew of); editors and glossy magazines still served as the conduits of choice for fashion information; diversity was pretty much nonexistent; and even if fashion people had read “Silent Spring” in school, they probably thought it had nothing to do with them, or their jobs.

It is tempting to say: How things have changed! Except for Ms. Lopez of course; she looked exactly the same. If anything, more toned and worked out.

But then, so did most of Donatella Versace’s clothes: the sharp-shouldered little black coat dresses with big gold hardware; the jersey draped to show slices of side abs; the tie-dyed Medusa tees; the cobalt-and-jade or fire opal-spinel jungle print on pretty much everything from jeans jackets to sequined evening frocks fringed at the hem and dotted with spiky, three-dimensional alien blooms.

Which suggest the real takeaway is plus ça change, and all that. The fashion landscapes in New York and London may finally be in the throes of their own upheavals; the altered shapes of social and political life, a new balance of power, reflected in an evolution on the catwalk. But in Milan, the status quo — the one from 20 years ago — still rules. That’s as stultifying and frustrating as it sounds, even if it’s justified as “heritage” or “DNA.”

Of Sun and Earth and Staying in Place

Think about it this way: the day of the global climate strike, which also happened to be the day of the Versace show, when hundreds of thousands took to the roads of New York and Berlin and Sydney, in Milan it was just traffic as usual.

“Is there going to be a protest here?” visitors asked. Locals raised their eyebrows and shrugged. Later, there was some anticipation around the fact Giorgio Armani called his show “Earth” — but it turned out to be because it was inspired by the muddy colors of the land (dank browns, midnight blues), gradually lightening to morning mists.

Trousers were pleated at the hip and narrow at the calf or palazzo loose. Jackets were long or short, curving or boxy. Skirts were long and billowing, often sheer. There were some sporty references, a banana palm print and a fair amount of pastel sparkle. In the end, two models came out in glistening evening columns, torsos encased in stiff ruffled organza shells; each woman had one arm supporting her opposite elbow, which was cocked up and out to the side as if holding a cigarette en pose. Except, this being 2019, the hand was empty. That’s a metaphor, if anyone cared to contemplate it.

Meanwhile, at the Missoni show, dedicated to summer and held around a giant public swimming pool, Angela Missoni gave every guest a mini Olafur Eliasson solar lamp with the message: “Join us in holding hands with the sun, we are at a crucial point for our planet and need to take action.”

Then Ms. Missoni, like Ms. Versace and Mr. Armani, engaged in some aesthetic recycling, bringing 1970s dandy men and the free spirits who loved them to life in layers of ultrathin knits glinting with metallics, stripes over florals over plaids, a cardigan (or two) tied the waist.

They weren’t necessarily reducing (there were 72 looks in the Missoni show), but they were definitely reusing: ideas, silhouettes, prints, often with joyful abandon. Remember this?! And so it went.

Where Did It Get Us?

At Etro, Veronica Etro also went down memory lane with Keith Richards, Anita Pallenberg and Jane Birkin; paisley and butterfly embroidery; glam rock tailoring, and hobo, fringed knits (plus some striped men’s shirting first created by her father, Gimmo). At Salvatore Ferragamo, Paul Andrew updated the brand’s most famous shoe, the Vara (you know, the flat with the bow on the toe), renaming it the Viva, elongating it, and molding the bow in leather — which is pretty much his approach to the collection for both men and women: Update the classics. Cut away the backs of leather trench coats for movement; bubble-under the hems of skirts; use a print of Neptune inspired by a marble fountain figure on everything from loose sweatpants to evening gowns.

It’s incremental progress. But comforting as familiarity can be, it leads to some uncomfortable conclusions. We’ve been there, worn that — and look where it got us. Not to a good place.

Which is why Marni provided such a jolt. Francesco Risso, now almost three years into his job as creative director, has taken full control of the brand, transforming its kooky art-world charm into something altogether more ambitious and risky. And though he does it in his own head-scratching way, it has a magnetism that stands out.

This time around his theme was — well, who knew what it was? But it involved a made up tropical disease with its own medicine, “Tachitropirina,” which cures, “metamorphic and transformative states” and “feverish affections such as fauvism,” and which should not be used by people with “total incapacity for activism,” and which was presumably reflected in the show set, which featured cartoon palm trees made from recycled plastic and reconstituted cardboard. And it was expressed in clothes splashed with a riot of bright paint strokes. Imagine Gauguin’s Tahiti transplanted to the Tiber, and you’ll get the idea.

Gorgeous balloon tops slouched off a shoulder over skirts gathered and knotted on a hip; long, fluted leathers spouted petticoats of frills; simple scoop-necked bias gowns were caught under a crocheted floral net; puffed-out coats cocooned the body; and apron frocks were just hanging on, clinging beautifully to possibility. Which is pretty much where we all are. Or want to be.

The clothes didn’t go viral — it’s possible no garment on its own can do that any more, as Ms. Versace seems to understand better than anyone — but they finally made a point that was impossible to ignore.

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When Kerby Jean-Raymond took the stage sometime later on Thursday rain delay And amid still dangerous skies, she consoled her eager audience for postponing the Pier Moss fashion show set for that day, saying it was her team’s best work to date. The work the designer was referring to is her label Pierre Moss’ first couture collection, the hottest of the season since she became the first black American designer invited by France’s Chambre Syndicale to show on Kerby’s Haute Couture Week schedule. One of the anticipated moments.

In the eight years since founding Peer Moss, the label has become known for staging powerful shows and designing collections that not only speak to Kerby’s technical prowess as a designer, but that also blend action and action with racial themes. Connect with nuance, and celebrate the beauty of black culture. In 2018, just a year after taking home the CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund award, Peer Moss presented the final installment of “American, Too,” a triptych of collections exploring the extinction of African American fiction in pop culture. For spring/summer 20In Kerby’s hometown of Flatbush, Brooklyn, Peer Moss celebrates Sister Rosetta Tharpe, the queer black woman who invented rock n’ roll, at the King’s Theater in Brooklyn.

It makes sense, when the weather cleared and Kerby was finally able to put on her statement-making couture show, that it was an absolute celebration of black innovation. Titled ‘What you IZ’ the spectacle was staged villa levaro, America’s first female self-made millionaire and beauty mogul Madam CJ Walker’s Hudson River estate, which was a gathering place for artists such as Langston Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston and Webb du Bois. After a rousing speech by former Black Panther Party chair Ellen Brown, the model walked the runway wearing small accessories — subtle accessories, but more often than not massive wearable homages — to the everyday items she created. Had gone black inventor (Think: peanut butter, gas mask, three-light traffic lights).

“We are an invention inside an invention,” the show notes. “Inside the caste building, we created blackness. Uprooted from home and thrown into foreign lands, we created culture. And when they tried to take away our humanity, we tied freedom to each other so much that it is still there today. shapes the world.”

Of course, peer beyond the flashy, larger than life stuff and you saw what an incredibly convincing proposal was for Peer Moss couture. Kerby’s famed enthusiasm for primary colors and graphic prints was combined with candy pastels and airy formalwear fabrics. There was a sense of throughline sure chivalry here, which was notably worn in a corset silk jersey, a hand-beaded dress, a light blue taffeta cut-out gown with a crinoline skirt, and a floor-length ocher quilted bottom. was particularly strong in pieces such as clothing. A cloche-silhouette cape made from hair curlers.

“The stories the world tells about us are about pain. The stories we tell each other, about our own lives, are about how Grandma told us Bible verses and lemons. How we loved water, how bloodlines never defined who our aunts and uncles were, how the house was always big enough to be loved by all of us. Continued the show notes. “We carry stories of glory in our bodies. Huh. Black imagination is the greatest technology in this world.”

For all its sense of celebration and sophistication, this was hardly a collection that was far from more sober contemplation. The last model “But who invented the black trauma?” walked the runway wearing a mini fridge emblazoned with the words? A pearlescent ruffle is written on the top of the dress at the front. And rapper 22GZ closed the show with his song “King of NY.” The words turned out to be a celebration around the stage of Kerby Jean-Raymond and his team, which had to be rebuilt in less than 48 hours because of the storm. Rain delays aside and bluster in hand for the joyous crowd, one thing is clear – the King of New York is back.

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