#since I’m putting all my photo junk here now y’all are about to know of the alter ego that has gotten me quit popular irl and online

[multiplefandomsblog]

your roommate hcs are so cute, can i request for naib, demi, tracy, andrew, kurt, patricia, and victor?

:0 holy crap yes! I’m so glad you enjoyed the roommate hcs!! Me and the other mods hope you enjoy these! Thank you for requesting :))

(i added melly because why not? lmao hope you don’t mind.)

Part 1!

Naib Subedar

This man deadass didn’t know you were living with him

Even when people told him about it, he wasn’t rlly paying attention and didn’t rlly care

Your stuff in his room? He thought it was his or someone just broke into his room and left it there

When he saw you on the toilet however, he just freaked out.

“Why the hell are you shitting in my room!?” “Your room? I’ve been living here for 2 months!”

Once he found out you lived with him, he made sure you knew what was his and what was yours

also, since he’s very protective of his things-- you being one of them-- he would totally get jealous if he caught you tallking to someone that wasn’t him.

he would probably give you the silent treatment and act like a pissy baby

He hates it when you touch his stuff

especially his photos, the photos were special to him because they were of him and his army friends.

You’d sometimes catch him looking at the photos with a longing in his eyes, it was highkey sad.

having you live with him meant lots and lots of training

he made sure you were always prepared for matches and that you don’t get downed early

when you got downed early however, He would scold you but he would still rescue you anyways because he’s soft

“You’re such an idiot, you’d better do better next time! Or else I’ll kick your ass.” 

one time he got cocky while kiting because you were watching him

he forgot to turn on his elbow pads and face palmed into the wall.

“...You saw nothing.” He turned around, a bit woozy from hitting his head on a wall. He flipped the hunter off before stumbling wooshing away

When you first get to know naib, he’d probably come off as intimidating and menacing

but once you get to know him--the real him--, you start to understand that even though he may be tough on you, its because he wants you to be the best

he has good intentions

During matches he’d let you handle yourself and made sure you didn’t rely on him too much

One time you needed to shower but you ran out of your shampoo so you used his.

When he questioned you, you simply responded “What? You don’t need it anyways, you’re bald!”

He didn’t rescue you the next round.

should’ve seen that coming

though he forgives you when you braid his luscious long existent hair for him

Kurt Frank

The amount of times you almost stepped on this man is astronomical.

he would constantly be in his tiny form because he would lose a lot of his things

his tiny form helped him find his things easily

Though when you first moved in with him, you had no idea what his ability was

so when you first saw a tiny version of your roommate you thought he was just a weird doll

until you heard him say a tiny, “Hey can you move your ginORMOUS foot? You’re stepping on my book.”

You fucking screeched and took off your shoe to try and kill him

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

After he explained to you about his ability you calmed down a bit and spared this tiny man but only this time!

Frank loves books, he probably filled your shared rooms with stacks on stacks of books

You’d often see him tiny, waving at you while you’re decoding

Once you overhead Kurt arguing with First Officer over who was the rightful owner of some sort of treasure map

They fought for days,

kurt would constantly complain about it to you

turns out it was just a game on the back of a Cereal box.

sorry this is short like kurt

Tracy Reznik

Would be a little awkward at first, but the awkwardness slowly fades away when you both make bad jokes

she gives me childhood best friend vibes

Has her doll sitting in the corner of your shared room room, it’s lifeless eyes scare the living shit out of you in the dark you try not to make eye contact, afraid it’ll curse you or smth

if she was mad at you she would move the bot in a way that looked like it was flipping you off you off in your direction before you went to bed.

Always making little robot things that are super fun to play with

Loves sharing her things. Has no problem with it

you wanna wear her clothes? sure

you want to wear her underwear? evEN BETTER-

Pulling all nighters, trying to get her machines to work like how she wanted it to work.

Would live off of kraft Mac n cheese and junk food in the modern day

Pretty hyper, chugs pink monster energy drinks while pulling all nighters, also, in the modern day

would probably be a bruh girl

Her room is a mess, covered with blueprints and scrap metal

her room is practically a safety hazard

Sometimes she dresses her doll up a bit, putting wigs or her old clothes on it (which scares you half to death)

Once she made her doll dress up like her

and you almost went up to it to ask what it wanted for dinner.

Has a photo of her and her dad

You never wanted to bring it up, worried it might make her upset :(

Sometimes she’d feel really guilty about being downed in the first 30 seconds

please comfort her, she feels super bad

She always relies on you to rescue her

She gets really happy and thankful when you body block for her but she still gets a bit concerned when you do it randomly

“i wasn’t even kiting-” “Protecc the mecc.”

Demi Bourbon

Always out at the bar

Smells like alcohol constantly

tipsy 24/7

she’s never 100% sober

You have to hold her hair out of her face when she comes back to your shared room to hurl

Likes bringing back hard vodka or weird flavoured alcohols back for you guys to get wasted try together

Room is bit cluttered, but she doesn’t have much in her room since she’s always out in bars or matches

Usually latches onto you like a parasite when she’s drunk.

it gets a bit awkward when her face is a bit close to yours,

“Are we about to kiss right now-? BLeurghgrhgherrgh.”“...*audible sigh*”

You’d go to her expecting her to heal you like a normal person but no

instead she shoves dovlin down your throat

She likes to do your makeup, and always adds a matching beauty mark

unless you don’t wear makeup, then she’d ask you to do hers 

always loves how she looks afterwards

more than sometimes demi would get into bar fights, 

so you know she’s about to throw hands when she starts takes off her earrings-

10/10 would fight for you <3

She’s gives me cool wine aunt vibes

Probably a lesbian too (check out our Demi smut fic ;))

Or bi, idk

Just straightn’t

She’s really good at hyping you up, especially when you’re taking shots

“CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG-”

Andrew Kreiss

Would be very shy at first, opens up a little when you get to know him

Totally a night owl, can’t sleep at night from all the guilt and “what if’”s

if you see this baby awake at night, hug him, he really needs it

You’ve never seen the other side of his face

How does he see with hair in his eyes?

He’s albino, which is super dope

Sometime you fear he’s thinking about burying you

You always see him thwacking Luca with his shovel

Barely talks

Room is moderate

He doesn’t want you to find out too much about him

He may seem bland, but he loves sweet food

You’d bake him cookies and other sweets

He’d act as if he’s not embarrassed and brush it off

“Are you blushing?”“No, I-I’m sunburnt.” “On your face?” “....I stare into the hot red sun sometimes because it eases me.”

to keep his lie going, every time he catches you staring at him he would fry his eye balls by staring into the sun until you left

partially the reason why he can’t see well

When he’s not looking, you stare at him while he’s eating the stuff you made because he looks so happy :’)

One time you found him down in the dumps so you made him a cup of coffee, and when you handed it to him you said-

“Depresso espresso?”

*sniff* ”..are you oka-” “IM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE”

he actually cried

it was such a nice gesture(?), that he started ugly crying

You’d ask him if he wanted hugs during matches when you see him get stressed

He’d be flushed and kinda confused

hug... him? why tho lmao

he’d definitely agree tho, to be fair, with some hesitation 

if y’all ever cuddled in bed, i feel like he’d be a little spoon

poor boy needs the comfort, he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be little spoon tho

he just wants to be close to you

Victor Grantz

You love playing with his dog, Wick

Super nice and polite, but a little guarded

The type to be too afraid to call people out when they do something wrong but would totally trash them in his head

You write him little letters everyday and leave them on his bed to make him happy :))

He’d a be a little spoon

Wick would always join you guys while cuddling

Kisses would be soft and gentle

Usually sends you the first letter in matches

Loves to cuddle

He bb 🥰

You always get him a birthday present AND a Christmas present

You also get a gift for Wick

He loves giving you surprise hugs

Likes to read with you while cuddling

Literally a cinnamon roll

Once he was eating a cinnamon roll

And you whispered

“C a n n i b a l i s m .”

He was very confused

and kind of scared- were you going to eat him?

Patricia Dorval

Room always smells like herbs

She could literally smoke weed and you’d think it’s some magical healing herb

it magically makes you feel better

Always there to stun the hunter when you’re ballooned

The mature one

Her room is organized, with boxes labeling what herbs and magic stuff that are in them

You were cooking dinner for the day and you accidentally used one of her fancy herbs in your soup

She didn’t realize until she tried the soup

She wasn’t mad just disappointed

She lectured you on how you shouldn’t touch her stuff or use it for cooking

Gotta admit tho, the soup was pretty good

she acts like the mom everyone wishes they had

totally the type to be like, “dude we should think this through.” before doing something risky

and then five seconds later, “cowABUNGA MY DUDES”

one time she caught kreacher leaving the mens washroom without washing his hands

seeing as she was the mother of this manor, she had to protect her children from diseases

so she yeeted her monkey skull at kreachers head, cleanly knocking him out

and everybody cheered.

Melly Plinius

When you heard melly was going to be your roomie, you couldn’t have been more excited.

you finally had a victim for the many insect pick up lines!

So you decided to make some good first impressions by waiting for her in your room.

so when she arrived to your room and greeted you, you happily greeted her back, and slipped in the pick up line.

“Hello, my name is Melly. I believe I will be your ro-?”“Yeah nice to meet you too, say, what do bees make?”

She kinda thought you were a bit rude so much for first impressions

“...Erm, honey?” she replied hesitantly

“YES DEAR?” 

... okay maybe you weren’t thaaaat bad.

after that she kind of developed a teensy crush on you 

so it was hard living with you because of her crush, since she was constantly flustered 

you loved her reactions, she constantly got red.

it was funny watching her try to keep her cool and fail.

[queensdivas]

Hidden Blade Chapter 1

Y’all I’ve been to excited for this because I loved this movie with a passion. (Nothing beats Bohrap btw but damn 6 Underground was awesome not just because of Ben. Though he really made the movie even better.) If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters please hmu! 

Please enjoy and I’ll see you guys in the next chapter or one of my updates. I’m on a train ride to London from Edinburgh so it’s about five hours. I plan on getting a crap done this ride so you might be seeing multiple updates! 

Enjoy! 

Next Chapter

Masterlist

Governments should always be in fear of who they govern over..those who are being governed should never be living in fear of who they are ruled over. Yet we live in a world where those in power abuse it badly so they can live the lavish life of the vices, greed, lust, and even the gluttony of having everything at their feet. Those who suffer under those sadly are living in a society in fear, hate, and uncertainty of whether they’ll be okay by the end of the day. 

That’s where I come in. 

You have to start somewhere small in order to cause a chain reaction. That lovely snowball effect. I start small by cutting off the suppliers resources, such as their plants, dirty shacks, and even the old warehouses. Once the resources are extinguished, I then move up to those in high up positions in order to really cause the rolling to begin. 

Yet I was given an opportunity to do a little more good with a lot less strings attached. Who doesn’t love a little more freedom. But what I was offered was complete freedom and who wouldn’t want complete freedom. 

You ever played the Assassins Creed games? I like to consider myself a walking version of that except no magical abilities, no special creed, or even a long line of ancestors that are meant to look similar and only the first three or four games nailed the similarities. Not the point. For those of you who’ve never heard of those games, imagine someone who's able to scale an entire flat building, stand on top of a metal cross, and even have some really cool equipment to help get the job done. We’ll be getting to those a little later. 

My name is eight. The Assassin. 

What’s the difference between a Hitman and Assassin you ask? One gets paid to do any form of killing for money, the other one does it for either political or religious reasons in this world of ours. But you both kill people? True. Never declared myself a saint anyhow in this world so shush! Story time! 

I pulled up to one of the abandoned planes to turn off my 4runner and climb out. Love the whole abandoned airfield look for the hideout. Really gives that fast and furious sort of vibe. How many movies are in the series anyhow? 

A ram truck came pulling up next to my 4runner as I began grabbing all my junk to hopefully store somewhere that was a little more secure than my new apartment here in California. Keeping a bunch of ropes, weapons, and my vast amount of foreign fruit would get me busted and I certainly love my Nectarine! 

“Glad to know I wasn’t the only one brought into this little adventure.” He appeared in front of me as I swung my duffle bag right on my shoulder. I closed the door as I turned to see him all dressed in american/military gear. An American soldier? Real power move.  

“Glad to see we got ourselves a soldier. Eight.” I held my hand out to him as he shook it. 

“Seven. At Least according to that dude.” He pointed as one came out of a tiny airplane and smiled. 

“Weird to see you not looking like a GAP model.” He showed up at my apartment in Israel looking like he walked out of Sunday church for some god knows reason. At first I thought he was apart of Jehovah's witness but as you can see we’re about to kill some mother fuckers.

“Ah really funny. Come meet the rest of us oh so lovely fellow campers.” We walked into the base as a women with blonde hair was reading a map while another woman was reading what looked like some sort of medical book. 

“Ladies this is seven and eight our newest batch of newbies. The one reading the map is two and in the cap is five. Not sure where the other two are but I imagine they’ll be showing up sometime soon.” I gave them a small wave as I put my bag on the ground next to the large table. 

“Look who finally showed up. Four this is seven and eight our eyes from the sky.” He tossed his hoodie down on the table as he gave us a small smile. The last member came into the room which is what I’m assuming was three. 

“There’s this trick that we all do to get through our day. We take a box and into that box, we place all the horrors of the world, all the wrongs humans do to one another. And then we close the box and pretend it doesn’t exist. Only some of us spend too much time inside the box. We’ve lost our ability to pretend. We know there’s too much unfinished business in this messed up world. Our job as ghosts is to do the dirty work the living can’t or won’t. And we do it from here. This is our haunted house. It’s a lot like the Batcave, except it’s nothing like the Batcave. Seven, eight. You’re dead. You’re gonna be restricted to cities that you’ve never visited before. People that you’ve never met. All of course your fellow ghost, none of whom you’ll know by name, only number, for safety, and so no one gets too close.” I mean. All we need is a butler, some random child to say “geez guys” and I think we would be set. 

“So basically what we’re doing is a sense of a justice league but with no moral codes?” Asking as One nodded. 

“Yes. Except Wonder Women uses guns and Batman is okay with killing people.” I..okay that works. 

“Each one of us has our own little gifts we bring to the table and now that we’ve required you two, we now officially have a set team.” 

“We’re like the A-Team but on steroids except Mr. T is this guy.” The Spainard commented as everyone just stared him down. 

“In your vast dreams.” One commented.

“Will we be required to wear matching rings?” Asking which made I believe his name is four chuckle a little. 

“Funny. Alright c’mon I wanna show you two something.” We all followed him into another room where a wall covered with nine pieces of paper with a single roman numerals on each one. 

“This is our target hitboard. These nine fuckers have been placing too much shit inside the box. So now they answer to us. Target number one: this prick. The Dictator of Turgistan Roach Alimov.” I walked over to his photo and began studying the guy. Radiates small dick energy already from all the work I’ve done over there, kind of like Kim Jong-Un except he doesn’t flaunt his money. 

“God I’m really craving french fries. Can we finish this over at Luckies?” I believe he’s three asked the group as I began walking past the other eight pieces of paper as I lightly saw their faces. Efrain Gracian. He runs the largest drug cartel in Mexico and has been killing a shit ton of innocent people in their villages. Oh my god they put Kim Jon-Un on their target list hell yeah. 

“So we plan on just killing all these pricks because they keep shitting on their countries and the rest of the world?” Leaning against the wall facing them as one nodded. 

“I say we finish this thing at Luckies. I’m really feeling a shitty beer to set the mood of introductions.” One began walking out of the fort as everyone else followed except for me as I looked at the wall again. Figured there would be less on the board in all honesty. 

~~~

I slipped into the booth with myself facing the middle of the window and the inside of the restaurant, seven sitting to my left while four was on my right. To think that I’m now officially dead and I cut all my ties off when I left home so no funeral. Bet they thought I was already dead anyhow so this works nicely. 

“So what do you bring to the table?” I was asked as I tossed my car keys on the table. 

“The soundless steps of a killer is what I bring to the table. You guys make a shit ton of noise if I think I know who you are. I’m assuming you guys we’re the one destroying Florence?” His eyes widened a little which makes my assumption correct cause these fuckers really had fun in Florence. 

“Florence was an absolute disaster.” He stopped talking as the waiter came to the group. 

“A round of Heineken for everyone. Then whatever else they want.” I ordered as everyone smiled a little as they began ordering their preferred drinks. 

“Figured you’d be a good match since you graciously just bought us all drinks. So if you’re a soundless killer, who have you eliminated?” You can thank the new democracy in South Sudan, and ending an entire sex trafficking operation in Chad. Both we’re super difficult to achieve but damn I did an awesome job. Both were run by major cunts obviously and took months of planning to even get close to them. 

“Who do you think got rid of the cunt from South Sudan?” Seven looked over at me then leaned across the table. 

“You killed Zafir Bahri?” Seven asked as I nodded. 

“Yup. Yet it was one of my most difficult assassinations since I had to make a break for it in the countryside. Kind of stuck out like a sore thumb till I made it to a reservation station.” The waitress came with the first round of beers. Four took a big gulp of his beer then sighed. 

“Alright if we’re going to show off what our past selves have done. I got the chance to steal a 5.0 carat ruby necklace that had two smaller diamonds that were about 4.2 carats that was about 100,000 dollars worth.” Yet he’s sitting here in an American restaurant drinking some shitty beer and eating high heart attack food? Sounds about right. 

“And here you are in America drinking Heineken and about to eat a very greasy double cheeseburger. Cheers” I grabbed my bottle as he did for us to clink our bottles together. Four seems super chill actually and now I’m kind of curious how he pulled off that heist. 

“So. What’s the absolute best thing about being dead? I mean you don’t have to pay taxes anymore.” Seven asked the entire group as they all had an inner conversation with themselves about the best part of being deceased. 

“No more dmv lines, no more shopping for Christmas.” Christmas has always been stressful for my old life and I didn’t even celebrate it!

“Or backstabbing girlfriends.” Raising my eyebrow at four. Damn someone broke his little heart. I’d play the worlds saddest song on the tiniest violin but not sure if he would get the reference. 

“They should make an “Out of office” reply for dead people. Sorry I’m away from the planet right now. I’m fucking dead.” That’s a bit much but if it makes her feel better about being dead then let her do her own thing. 

“No more tax, no more criminal records, no more getting arrested by the pigs just for being naked and or just the usual stuff. You know, being naked, getting drunk. Casual stuff.” How is being naked casual? Since when is being naked considered casual in any standard? 

“Umm. How is being naked any form of being casual?” He took a drink of his beer as he licked his lips.

“Ya know. Just walking around naked on your balcony or even on your front porch. It’s a casual thing.” I..I still don’t see that as a casual thing. Around the house yes because oversized t-shirt and underwear is always a comfy.

“Is that like when Jersey people say it’s a jersey thing?” Before he could answer One chuckled a little. 

“Guys. You’re all wrong. The best thing about being dead is the freedom. I mean, we’re all gonna die. May as well do it while we’re alive, right? When you’re young, you lock yourself into all of these bad decisions. Marriages, mortgages, and all that kind of stuff. But you die. It’s all escaped. Poof! Gone! From that point forward, all that matters is what you choose. The point is that we should bring seven and eight behind the curtain. You wanna hand me those over there?” Three handed him a bunch of plastic cups as leaned a little more forward on the table. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see him quickly glancing away back at the demonstration. Guess he’s kind of cute, not exactly sure how getting involved with people on the team is viewed. Rather avoid the whole situation. 

“Alright here. A little deminsation, no technology. So this is how to stage a coup in three not so easy steps. Alright you got a country, Turgistan right? These are the people, nice people, going about, doing their thing. Then you got the four generals, cuatro cunts, very bad guys. But there’s one worse guy. That’s the piece of shit dictator, right there at the top.” Sounds about right. That was basically the entire set up in South Sudan. 

“Don’t forget his brother.” Brother? Oh yeah, the guy has a brother that basically has been isolated or off the face of the earth at this point. Gotta love it when Governments hide those wanting a better world, or hiding sick pedophiles when they fake suicides so they don’t go to prison or end up being executed. 

“Democracy loving brother.” So we’ve got a shitty dictator and a loving democratic. Of freakin’ course!

“He’s the key. So we’re gonna hit the four generals. They’re gonna lead us to the brother.” 

“You kill top Generals, you fuck the dictators day.” Three shoved a few French fries in his mouth. 

“Can confirm.” I took a big gulp of my beer as I leaned back against the booth.

“Second thing we're gonna do is free the brother. And the last thing we’re gonna do is we’re gonna say goodbye to piece of shit dictator and hello to democracy loving brother.”

“It all goes down in four months, El Dia de los Muertos, The Day of the Dead.” Kinky.

“Oh that’s it?” Seven and I looked at each other for the both of us to nod in approval of the plan. 

“Um well that’s pretty simple ya know. The cups.” I took a drink of my beer as I began mentally seeing the whole plan in my head. 

“Wonderful presentation.” We’re gonna die aren’t we?

“So we’re all gonna die?” At this point I say that’s a hard yes. 

“Not me.” What confidence she has because there’s something about her that just kind of scares the shit out of me. Must be something federal in her former life.

“She’s not, we all are. Painfully.” Peachy. Real fucking peachy. But hey I’m already technically dead so this works out perfectly in the end. Just when my body shows up at someones house or is found floating on the coast, going to be quite a headache trying to figure out since I’m already dead. 

Maybe I should be more optimistic with this new life. Could be worse. I could be stuck in a work camp in Siberia. Maybe we just see where this goes and if it doesn’t end well I just disappear into the unknown. Sounds like an absolute plan! 

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[mollyshaj]

21.

Nicole

 “Why are you still ignoring that man?” Ebony said then laughed while we talked on Facetime. She was on set for a photo shoot and getting her hair done so she called me to cure some of her boredom. “Took the job at his hotel but not giving him any type of attention?”

“You damn skippy; if he’s not telling me why I didn’t know about that shit we don’t have anything to talk about. All of that has nothing to do with business though, fuck it.” I shrugged my shoulders.

I took Rashad’s offer on working at his hotel as a financial director and it’s a good job; I gave him a genuine thank you then went about my business. I don’t have anything else for him at the moment.

I don’t like being caught off guard and the shit that happened at his mother’s house wasn’t sitting well with me. It wasn’t his fault that big head bitch was there but the fact that he told me about all of his relationships besides that one pisses me off. This nigga was ready to marry somebody at one point, that’s important for me to know.

“You’re a stubborn ass somebody but I get it. He should’ve told you about that shit.”

“Exactly my point, he doesn’t get that shit though.”

“What are you doing anyway? Shouldn’t you be at work instead of talking to me?”

“Lunch break,” I moved the camera to my turkey avocado panini I got from the restaurant in the hotel. “The food is bomb as shit too; I swear I thought avocado was going to be nasty. It’s good as shit, i still don't get why white people put it on everything but whatever.”

Ebony started laughing. “What does the hotel look like? I’ve been to the one in AC, that shit is nice as hell.”

“This one is nice too, it’s really upscale.”

When Rashad first told me he owned a bunch of hotels I thought he was talking about some Holiday Inns or some shit. I was wrong on so many levels; this man owns six luxury hotels.

There are two in New Jersey, two in New York and two in Pennsylvania. His next move was to open one in Atlanta, Georgia and another one in Miami. He’s really about his business and working here has boosted my respect for him as far as him being a business man. I don’t like him right now so I’m not telling him that shit.

“Okay his big ass is about his business.”

“Yeah I guess,” I shrugged my shoulders.

“So petty, it’s been two weeks Nicole.”

“So? He still hasn’t given me an explanation so fuck it and fuck Rashad.”

“Fuck you too,” his voice coming out of nowhere made me jump in my seat.

“You scared the shit outta me, stop creeping up on people.”

“You in my office, fuck you talking about.” He shot back.

“Nicole for real?” Ebony busted out laughing. “How you talking shit about him and avoiding his ass in his office? Yo I can’t, I’m hanging up I’ll hit you when I leave this shit.”

“Alright,” I ended the face time then looked up at him. “Thank you for interrupting my conversation.”

“So you can talk shit about me to your friends but you won’t talk to me about what happened?”

“All I wanna is why you never said anything, when you tell me the reason we’re good. You choose what the fuck is going to happen because it was your fuck up that got us here.”

“I wouldn’t call it a fuck up.”

“Nah bruh you definitely fucked up. Are you going to tell me why you didn’t tell me about the bitch or not?”

“What the fuck do you wanna know Nicole?”

“Why you didn’t tell me about the bitch and why didn’t y’all get married? You proposed and never made it down the aisle why?”

“I didn’t tell you about her because I hate the bitch. I don’t like thinking about her ass and giving her that ring was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. We broke up because she left me for her punk ass broke ass ex. When she left she left with all the shit I bought her and she took $50,000 from my safe.”

“Why does your mother like her if all that happened?”

“My mother doesn’t know what happened, neither does my sisters. All I told them was we broke up, nothing else was their business. I don’t like getting in detail with them about my personal shit.”

“That’s understandable but you should’ve let me know that shit.”

“I never thought it would come up, I never expected to see her ass in my sister’s house. As far as I’m concerned the bitch died three years ago when she did that bullshit.”

“Do you still have feelings for her?” I asked and watched his face carefully. I wanted to see if there was any physically indication that the mention of her would make him nervous or something.

“Man fuck no, I can’t stand that grimy bitch. I don’t forgive and forget; I remember everything and handle you accordingly. I wouldn’t spit on that ho if her body was on fire, fuck her.”

“Alright I believe you, thank you for telling me.”

“Are you done with this attitude shit now?”

“Kind of, but I have another question. What the fuck is your mother’s problem?”

“What?” He looked at me confused.

“Oh yeah you weren’t paying attention to her facial expressions. Your mother doesn’t like me.”

“We were there for what? Five minutes?”

“Yeah and she gave me a couple of stink ass facial expressions. You don’t have to believe me if you don’t want to but I’m telling you now she aint fuckin’ with me like that.”

“I’ll handle my mother alright; you don’t have to worry about it.”

“I’m not worried at all, she aint my mama. Any drama with that is going to be on you so I’m good.”

“Aight man,” he shook his head chuckling. “Do you like it here so far?”

“Yeah it’s cool. I’m wondering if you told people who I was because they act real hush hush when I come around.” Most of the employees I’ve encountered so far are weird with me a little bit. I don’t know if it’s because I’m new or if it’s because they know I’m in a relationship with Rashad.

“Nobody has been saying some bullshit right?”

“You know I don’t even tolerate that so no. They’re just weird as shit, it’s cool though. I guess it’ll take them some time to get to know me. You haven’t told anybody we’re together right?”

“Nah nobody in here knows,”

“Good, I told you no special treatment.”

“Well so far you’ve been doing a good job. I knew you could handle it but you sure it’s not too much?”

“Nah, being responsible for the finances of a luxury hotel and the paychecks of over 300 people is light work.” I smirked at him and he chuckled. “It’s an adjustment but I’ll get the hang of it. We have to talk about that office though.”

“What about it?”

“Bro that shit is like a damn broom closet, no wonder the last nigga quit. He probably couldn’t breathe in that muthafucka.”

“So you want a bigger office? What happened to no special treatment?”

“That’s not special treatment that’s just common courtesy. The room is small as hell for no reason. I’m not trying to pull the girlfriend card but fuck it; I need more space than that. Why do you think I’m in here?”

Rashad’s office is the size of a suite but he has the nerve to put the person that’s in charge of his money in a coat closet. That’s just disrespectful.

“Alright I’ll work on getting you a bigger office, and you can work in here until that’s done on one condition.”

“Oh God; what?”

“Move in with me,”

“Rashad I just started liking you again and you want me to move in with you?”

“Would you rather go back in forth to Jersey every day?”

“You say that like your house is close, you live damn near an hour away from the city.”

“That aint the point,”

“It is the point.” I laughed. “I need to think about that alright, moving in together is a big ass step and I don’t want us taking it too early.”

“I don’t think it’s that early but I know how you are about the shit so I’ll give you your space. You’re coming home with me tonight though.”

“Whatever Rashad,” I laughed waving him off.

Kaylin

“All of these stuffed animals are not going to fit in the car.” Ebony told me as we walked over to my car.

“We’ll stuff them in the trunk.” I responded. “Y’all had fun?” I asked Jayden, Tristan’s son Damien and Mariah’s daughter Tiffany.

School was about to start back up and Ebony wanted to take Jayden somewhere before he started 6th grade.

He said he wanted to come to Hershey Park so I called Tristan up telling him to let me take Damien since he and Jayden are the same age. Ebony asked Mariah if Tiffany could come so she came along too.

We spent the whole day riding roller coasters and eating hella junk food. For the most part there were no problems but Damien tried it a lot. He’s a smart good but the mouth he has on him is reckless. I had to yoke his ass up a few times.

It’s not really shocking, Tristan is as blunt as they come and Sade is a push over; of course that little nigga would be disrespectful. He doesn’t pull that shit with his dad though, Tristan will fuck his ass up.

“I did, thank you for getting this for me.” Tiffany said, holding up the big blue teddy bear I won for her.

“You’re welcome little mama.” we got to the car and I got the kids inside. Before Ebony could go around to her side I grabbed her waist sneaking a kiss in. These kids were cock blocking all damn day.

“Have I told you, you look good as shit today?”

“I don’t any other day?” she asked with a chuckle.

“I’m not saying that. What I mean is you got on these little ass shorts and I couldn’t grip this ass in the presence of children.” pulling her close to me I gripped two handfuls of her ass causing a squeal to leave her lips.

“Those same children are in the car Kaylin.”

“They ain’t thinking about us. You had fun today?” I asked with my lips against her neck.

“Yes I did; thank you for coming with me and paying for it. You know I could’ve put in for some of this right?”

“I do but I told you I got it. Don’t worry about it; you wanna thank me do that shit tonight.”

“Nasty,” she kissed me on the lips before pushing me away playfully.

“You like that shit though.” I slapped her ass then went around opening her door for her. Once she was inside I got in and pulled off soon after.

We dropped Damien and Tiffany off before going back to Ebony’s house. While she got Jayden ready for bed, I was in her bathroom taking a shower.

“Did you use all the hot water?” Ebony asked after I came put the bathroom in just a towel.

“Nah, you’re good to go.”

“Okay. Don’t go messing around in my closet. I put your stuff in the top two dresser drawers.”

“You washed my shit and put it away? Thanks ma.” I kissed her cheek.

“No need to thank me. You’re always leaving shit over here; I might as well wash them. You know, your friends child is bad as shit right?”

“Damien?” I chuckled. “He doesn’t act like that when his pops is around. I don’t know what the fuck was wrong with him today.”

“He needs his ass whipped.”

“That’ll happen because I’m telling Tristan what the fuck he was doing. You lucky Jayden doesn’t act up like that.”

“Jayden knows better.”

“I can see that. Well since we took them out today tomorrow night is going to be about me and you.”

“Me and you?”

“Yeah, if you’re going to act weird about it I’ll call your mom and ask her to baby sit. If not my mother would.”

“I can’t ask your mother to baby sit my son.”

“Yes you can, it’s not like she hasn’t met him before. Plus my mom loves kids, Jayden will have fun. I can ask her, she won’t mind.”

“Fine, tell her I’ll pay her for it and everything.”

“No you’re not. Don’t worry about it, let me handle everything.”

“Alright, I’ll let you handle it.” She went into the bathroom while I threw on some sweat pants and a t-shirt.  Just as I was getting comfortable on Ebony’s bed there was a knock on her door.

“That’s you Jay?” I asked, loud enough for him to hear through the door.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Come in man,” the door opened and he came walking in. “Your mother is in the shower,”

“Okay. I came in here to for you anyway.”

“Aight what’s up,” I sat up giving him my full attention.

“Thank you,”

“For what?”

“Everything you did today, and for making my mom happy. She hasn’t been this happy in a long time.”

“You’re welcome Jay, you and your mother is making me just as happy though so don’t sweat it aight.”

He nodded. “Are you gonna marry my mom one day?”

“I don’t know yet, but the way it’s looking I just might. Why? You wouldn’t be okay with that?”

“No I would, I think you nice and all that. I think you should, she likes you and if she does start to love you, you’re a good choice.”

“Am I?”’

“Yeah, like I said you’re nice to her and me. She’s always smiling when you’re around and when you’re not around she smiles whenever she’s talking about you. Which is a lot, I hear and auntie Nicki on the phone, they talk about Shad too.”

“That’s what females do Jay,” we both laughed.

“Seriously though, from man to man I think you’re a good guy.”

“Man to man huh?” I chuckled.

“I am a man, a young one but I’m getting there.”

“You’re right, I respect it. So you think I’m the right man for your mom huh?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m not saying you perfect but you’re good enough. You have a job, that’s always a good thing. You aint broke,” Jayden said and I laughed again. “Just don’t hurt my mom, she doesn’t deserve that and I really don’t wanna have to hate you.”

“I promise you I’m never going to do anything to hurt your mother. I care about her and I know the both of you have been through enough. I’m not here to cause any more problems so you don’t have to worry about your mom okay?”

“I hear you.” He nodded. “Well I’m going back in my room before she comes out, good night Kay.”

“Good night,” I held my fist out for a pound and he gave me one before running out the room.

***

“Are you sure you don’t mind keeping him? I can take him to my mom’s.” Ebony asked my mother when we were getting ready to leave. We were at my mom’s house dropping of Jayden and Ebony was acting as if he would be some type of burden. She’s not understanding my mother love kids, so watching Jayden is a treat for her.  H

“Ebony he is fine right here with me. We’re going to watch movies, snack on some pizza and I’m even going to kick his little ass in some 2K.” My mother told her.

“I’m pretty good; it’s going to be easy beating me.” Jayden smiled up at my mom.

“I’m pretty good too and I know I’m going to beat you. I’ll let you believe you have a chance for right now.” She said back.

“Y’all have fun. We’re about to go.” I said, getting her attention again.

“Okay. Have fun. What are y’all going to do?”

“Going out to the city to catch a movie and get something to eat. Nothing too heavy,”

“Jayden be good okay?” Ebony said to him and he nodded before running towards the kitchen. “Thank you for watching him, call me if he does anything.”

“Girl I got this, go ahead and have a good time. You look too cute to be worried about him, go out and spend my son’s money please.”

“Really mama?” I laughed at her.

“Yes, I’m dead serious.”

“She’s right about you looking good though,” I pinched Ebony on the ass then laughed when she hit me. “You know you like that shit. Aight ma, we’re out.” I kissed my mother’s cheek then Ebony and I left.

After going to the movies to see Sparkle at Ebony’s request we went right next door to BBQ’s to eat. I really didn’t want to go there but Ebony was dead set on having their Texas sized drinks.

As we were leaving the restaurant my name being called made the both of us turn around. When I saw Brandi walking over to me with a smile on her face I sucked my teeth.

“Look who we have here, aren’t you two so cute.” Brandi said with a smirk. “It’s funny, you’re here with her but you haven’t spoken to your daughter in how long? You kick me out then you just drop all contact with your child? I never expected this from you Kaylin.”

“I dropped contact because she isn’t my child.” This wasn’t the time or place to have this discussion about Angelic but she wanted to bring her up so here we go.

“Excuse you? She’s not your child? Nigga you can’t be serious,”

“Nah I’m dead serious, I had a test done and she’s not mine.” When I dropped that little bomb her eyes got big as quarters.

“What do you me-mean you had a test done.” Brandi stammered.

“Don’t stutter now, you were just running that mouth with no problem a minute ago.” Ebony said and I gripped her hand, letting her know to relax. I had this under control; I don’t need my girl out here boxing this bitch.

“Angelic isn’t mine, and for some reason I get the feeling you knew about it all along.”

“Kaylin I-“ She started to give some weak ass explanation when a nigga calling for her cut her off. Looking up I got super confused when I saw Ebony’s ex walking up. When he grabbed Brandi around her waist then kissed her cheek I looked over at Ebony who looked shocked out of her mind.

“Oh shit, so the gangs all here,” This nigga laughed. “So we done switched baby mamas now huh? Maybe you can convince this bitch to let me see my son.”

“Watch your mouth,” I told him, trying to stay as calm as possible. Looking over at Brandi who still looked stuck over the news I gave her. “So this is what you on? Do you know what you’re doing?” I don’t care about Brandi but I’m assuming she has no idea who this nigga really is.

“Don’t worry about what she’s on my nigga, I got her. Worry about your own bi-“ Before the ‘itch’ could even leave his mouth I crashed my fist into his jaw dropping him instantly.

“I told you to watch your muthafuckin’ mouth nigga!” I shouted at him as Ebony moved in front of me so we were facing each other.

Grabbing my face she looked me straight in my eyes. “I have no problem with you knocking his fuckin’ head off but this is not the place. Calm down.”

I nodded looking at Brandi help the stupid muthafucka off the floor. “Really Kaylin? You didn’t have to hit him! I’m moving on and you’re mad about it?” Brandi snapped at me.

“The fuck?” Ebony looked her way. “Girl you must be delusional, nobody is fighting over your stupid ass. Nobody gives a fuck about you being with that pussy!”

“Bitch bye, nobody was talking to you. You’re just mad he doesn’t want you anymore, stank bitch.”

“He doesn’t want me?” Ebony laughed. “Great, tell him to leave me the fuck alone then. Go ahead and act like you have a prize with that nigga if you want to. You don’t even know you’re in the presence of a fuckin’ demon. Kaylin let’s go.”

Before we walked off completely Ebony turned back around. “Word of advice, don’t have him around your child. Ask his sick ass why I’m 27 and he’s 34 with a ten year old child.” I grabbed her hand and walked up the street to my car.

Once we were inside and I pulled off Ebony looked over at me. “I know Angelic is not your child and I don’t know how you’re going to handle the situation with her but you might want to make sure she’s good and not around him. He’s a fuckin’ pervert Kaylin, and he’s evil. It’s no telling what he’ll do to that little girl.”

“I hear you, I’ll handle it.”

[wayward-marvel-sommer1196]

Autumn Nights By the Lake

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Break up, like one bad word (which is shocking for me), that’s it I think

Word Count: 1896

A/N: This was written for Kari’s (AKA @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ) Seasons of Love – Colors of Fall Challenge. I opted for the secret picture option which you will see down below. I had to write this since fall is coming to an end soon and because inspiration struck to get it written on time. This doesn’t mean I’m neglecting my other challenges many of which I know are overdue. I have like 10 of them outlined it’s just been hell for me the last month so please bear with. Kari, here you go love. I can’t believe I actually got it done on time.

Summary: After a break up that has left you heart broken, Dean decides to fix the other guy’s mistake by taking you out on a dinner picnic at your spot 

^My secret photo for the challenge 

Dean stood in front or your door unsure of what to do. You had retreated to your room yesterday morning after receiving a message and had only left your room to use the bathroom. He had tried to ask if you were okay, but you always said you were fine. He knew you weren’t fine as he heard the silent sobs coming from behind your door. He steeled himself and brought his fist up to your door and knocked.

“Go away,” you said through the door.

“Y/N come on, it’s me, Dean. Let me in,” Dean replied.

“I’m fine, Dean. Just leave me alone.”

“No, Y/N. Not until you tell me whats going on. I know you’re not fine. I know something is wrong. Please just let me in.”

You rolled on your side and groaned. You knew Dean wouldn’t give up and would kick down your door if he had to. You threw your comforter off, stood up, and pulled your flannel tight around your body as you approached the door.

Dean knocked again this time a little louder.

“Alright, I’m coming,” you said as you opened the door.

Dean stepped back and gave you a look over. You were in sweats and an oversized flannel. Your hair was a rat’s nest in a messy bun and your cheeks were covered in mascara streaks. Your eyes were red and had dark circles around them and you had your arms wrapped around yourself. You were a mess and Dean couldn’t stand to see like this.

Without hesitation he grabbed you and wrapped his arms around you in a hug. You snuggled into his chest as the tears began to fall for the 100th time in the last two days. He squeezed you tighter, closed your door, and led you to your bed where you both sat.

“Shhhh... it’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

You sat there for a few minutes before your sobbing subsided. You looked up at Dean and he gave you a weary smile. He lifted his hand to wipe the remaining tears off your cheek.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on with you? This isn’t like you and it has me worried,” Dean said.

“Remember that guy Chuck I was telling you about,” you replied.

“Yeah, that guy you are seeing,” Dean said with a scoff.

“Well, yesterday morning, after I had to cancel on him the night before for the third time because of a hunt, he texted me say that things were more complicated now and that his job was getting busier. He said we just didn’t have the time to spend together and just called a quits. He dumped me, and it was my fault.”

“Hey, Y/N, look at me. This wasn’t your fault. You are a busy woman and if he couldn’t work around that shame on him. Just look at it this way, you dodged a bullet. If he really cared about you he would have fought for the time to spend with you. Now you don’t have to waste your time on him. He wasn’t good enough for you anyway,” Dean said sweetly.

“But I was the one who kept canceling. We were just fine the night before and then I had to cancel and poof its like it flipped a switch. Maybe if I hadn’t canceled…”

“Stop it. You are better than that. You know what let me show you how you should be treated. Why don’t you go take a nice, relaxing, hot shower and get dressed? Meet me by the bunker door in an hour and a half. Deal?”

You nodded your head and he smiled and gave you a kiss on the crown of your head. You gathered yourself, grabbed your towels, and headed towards the shower.

Dean quickly got up from your bed and ran to the kitchen. He grabbed the picnic basket and some pre-made sandwiches he had bought from the store earlier and threw them in there. He grabbed some chips, cookies, pickles, basically everything he knew you loved, and threw them in the basket. He ran to the linen closet and grabbed his soft checkered blanket you loved and put that on top of the basket.

Dean hated seeing you so upset. You were his best friend and y’all shared everything with each other. New conquests, one-night stands, health issues everything. Although as of late, hearing about you hooking up with new guys was starting to anger him. He was afraid this would happen, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was falling in love with you.

Once he had all his supplies together he decided he should go freshen up as well, so he quickly jumped into the shower.

Meanwhile, you had just gotten out of the shower and felt a little better than you did before. You went through your closet and picked out your favorite skinny jeans, your favorite flannel, and your favorite boots. Once you were dressed you tackled your hair and decided on a simple high ponytail. Then you decided you would put on some make up. Not much, but something subtle. Once you were satisfied with your look, you went to the war room.

Dean quickly dried off and got dressed. He grabbed his little picnic kit and headed to the war room himself.

When he met you there he had to stop for a second. You looked gorgeous and he couldn’t help but smile. You were more beautiful in these simple outfits when you were you than when you were all dressed up in something that clearly wasn’t you.

“Where are we going?” you asked Dean snapping him out of his haze.

“It’s a surprise, beautiful. Just wait and see,” he replied.

You both jumped in the Impala and drove for about 15 minutes until you came to your place. Yours and Dean’s place ever since you settled in Lebanon. It was a beautiful lake surrounded by trees that you and Dean would go to when either one of you were having a rough time.

He got out of the Impala running over to your side and opening the door to let you out. He then opened the back door and grabbed all his supplies.

You both walked over to a grassy area and Dean pulled out the blanket and laid it out over the ground. He set the picnic basket in the middle and gestured for you to sit down.

By the sun was setting and it made the scene before you even more beautiful. You removed your boots, as did Dean, and sat down on the comfortable blanket.

Dean pulled out a mason jar and a round ball looking thing. He put the ball in the jar and through a match in it. It created a small flame in the jar and Dean set it in the grass next to you making the scene even more beautiful.

“So, do you want to talk about it?” he inquired.

“Honestly, not really. I’d rather talk about anything else. Like what food you packed and how amazing this is.”

“Well, it’s not some five-star meal, but I did try to include a lot of your favorites,” he said as he started pulling out the food items.

First thing you grabbed at was the pickles and cottage cheese. It was your favorite non-junk food snack. Dean always laughed at the weird combination, but you just shrugged it off.

Next were the sandwiches which were honey ham and Colby jack cheese with mayo. You laughed because you knew Dean hated Colby jack chees so when he pulled out his spare turkey and American it had you cracking up.

Y’all laughed and talked about the stupidest things and just enjoyed your dinner picnic together. You made it through most of his treats even the strawberries for dessert. You were so grateful to have Dean as your best friend. He knew all your favorites to bring to make you happy right down to the blanket you now laid on.

You were laying with your head on Dean’s chest when things got quiet. You knew where this was headed.

“I know you want to ask, so go ahead,” you said.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he replied.

” It’s fine. I have to talk about at some point and its supposed to be cathartic right.”

“Did you love him?”

“Wow, okay starting with the big guns. I wouldn’t say I loved him, we weren’t exactly there yet, but strongly like yes I did.”

“Do you still feel that way?”

“Well, I mean those feelings don’t exactly just go away over night, but I guess they are lessening.”

“Would you be able to feel that way about someone else if presented the opportunity?”

You sat up from Dean’s chest and looked at him as he sat up as well. “Are you trying to set me up with another one of your hunter friends, Dean? Because that won’t work this time. And besides Clyde was a dick.”

“No, that’s not…. that’s not…. I…. fuck. This was a lot easier in my head,” Dean mumbled to himself thinking you couldn’t hear.

“What was a lot easier?”

Dean took a deep breath. “Telling you I love you. Like love love you, more than a best friend. I now you just got out of your relationship with Chuck and this is horribly timing, but I have felt this way for a while. I hate the way Clyde treated you and that’s why we don’t speak anymore, and I hate how upset you are over Chuck. When I see you like this I just want to make it better and I can’t help but think- “

“Dean would you stop rambling, so I can respond?”

He nodded and shut his mouth. “Thank you. Yes, this is horrible timing, but I can’t deny that I get this feeling when I’m with you. It feels like more than just friendship. I mean you know everything about me right down to my favorite blanket that happens to be yours. You always know how to cheer me up and I can just be 100% me when I’m around you. There’s no expectations and there are no fears of disappointing you. I think I might love you too, but I’m scared because every relationship I have attempted has ended with someone getting hurt and I can’t lose my best friend over something like that.”

Dean looked at you with sincerity in his eyes. “You will never lose me as your best friend no matter what,” he said as he leaned closer to you and gently grabbing your chin to bring your face to his. He leaned his head down and placed his lips on yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you melted into Dean and the kiss. His tongue passed your lips seeking entrance and you gladly let him in. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

After a few seconds you both withdrew. “I’m willing to give this a shot if you are,” he said looking into your beautiful y/e/c eyes.

“Well, Dean Winchester, I guess if you’re willing than so am I,” you said with a giggle as you pressed your lips to Deans and you both fell back on to the blanket.

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[morganbelarus]

Jeff Bezos exposing the Enquirer’s attempt to blackmail him was good and right. But everything else about the story is so, so wrong.

Apparently 2019 is on a mission to outdo the past two years on the “How is this real life?” front.

If you’ve missed the big news this week, the National Enquirer tried to blackmail and extort Jeff Bezos with embarrassing photos, but Bezos published their threats in a blog post instead. But that’s really not the whole story, because that’s simply not absurd enough for this day and age.

The biggest headline in America right now is that the richest man in the world, worth an estimated $137 billion, is being blackmailed by the most ludicrous and illegitimate tabloid paper because they got a hold of his dick pics. That’s an actual news story.

And that’s not all. The publisher of this ludicrous and illegitimate tabloid, whose unbelievable name is David Pecker, has a special relationship with Donald Trump—the philandering billionaire reality TV star who also happens to be the President of the United States.

You can’t write this stuff. Seriously, if I had sent this storyline as a book proposal to a publisher five years ago, I’d have been laughed out of the writing business. And yet, here we are. Welcome to 2019.

I don’t understand why we’re not all running around and screaming, “THIS IS NOT NORMAL!”

I’m not sure where to start with how bonkers literally everything about this is. Since I’m not quite ready to take on Jeff Bezos’ pants tent yet, let’s take a look at what $137 billion actually is instead.

There’s rich, then there’s filthy rich—and then there’s Jeff Bezos. I mean, good for Bezos for building up a business from scratch in his garage (yay, capitalism!), but wealth hoarding in a world where billions of people struggle to put food on the table is obscene. And make no mistake, anyone worth $137 billion is a big ol’ hoarding hoarder.

To illustrate, if you did nothing but count dollars for 16 hours a day, guess how long it would take to count $137 billion. Just guess.

Did you guess somewhere in the vicinity of 33,000 years? If not, you’d be dead wrong. Most of us have no concept of how large even one billion actually is. And while wealth isn’t bad, that extreme amount of wealth is obscene, especially when your own employees pee in bottles and live in fear in the workplace.

Now that that’s out of the way, back to the story of Jeff Bezos’ junk pics.

Bezos exposing the National Enquirer’s attempt to blackmail him was good and right. But everything else about the story is so, so wrong.

Bezos is being hailed a “hero of democracy” for taking on the all-powerful tabloid and not giving in to extortion attempts. And yes, good on him. But the fact that Bezos was cheating on his wife seems to be getting lost in the “He’s a hero!” narrative.

You know we are at a disgusting moment in our nation’s history when the billionaire sending out dick pics is the HERO of the story.https://t.co/Mo2wvqLg5w

— Kris Kanthak (@kramtrak) February 7, 2019

Of course, rich and powerful men have been unfaithful throughout history. But should we just accept that as normal? Perhaps we have no choice in an era where my 10-year-old son can click a button and listen to the President of the United States say he “tried to f*ck” a married woman and that he can grab women “by the p*ssy.” Good times, America!

And how about this absurd little tidbit: The letter threatening to publish Bezos’ private photos if he didn’t make the statement they wanted him to make came from the National Enquirer’s lawyer. And the way it’s written makes it sound like a legally binding contract. Seriously? Aren’t these shady threats supposed to take place in a seedy bar someplace? If we have to be living in a badly written crime story, at least give us the level of drama we expect—and frankly, deserve—at this point.

I don’t know, y’all. Everything has become so bizarre and dumb and surreal. Forgive me if I don’t have the will or energy to cheer on a billionaire adulterer’s spat with another billionaire adulterer, both of whom are embroiled with a gossip tabloid run by a man who makes his millions selling salacious stories about celebrities.

We don’t have to keep living like this, America. We can do better, even if it is 2019. I promise we can.

Original Article : HERE ; This post was curated & posted using : RealSpecific

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