#when he gets back jordan is like. oh my gods dude

[kiwibirdlafayette]

tom gets sent to VH through a rift by accident and doesnt realize that hes in a different universe (he thinks he got stuck and came back a year or so into the future) and gets confused when jordan doesnt want anything to do with him (pete and xeen assume he must be an idiot)

(based on Regret by Anon but with a little multiverse spin on it for funny because i love tom bein a dumbass)

[rissouu]

could you do a plug! eren x reader where eren gets super overprotective 🩷

yesss ofc! im sorry this took a while i just had to get some damn motivation 😭 i been slacking.. my bad pookies!

his hands stayed wrapped around your waist as you walked through the mall, he promised to take you on a shopping spree. and right now the only thing you really needed were shoes— so foot locker it was.

it was like eren could sense all the stares you were getting, in his eyes those tiny ass the shorts you wore barely covered up anything.. (he was just being dramatic, the shorts weren’t that tiny but he still hated them.) he made a mental note to toss the shorts out as soon as you two made it home.

he tried getting you to change before you guys even arrived at the mall, but of course you weren’t going to listen to him— you never did. that’s one of the characteristics he loved about you but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

when you finally reached the famous shoe store, you couldn’t hide your excitement. you’d always been a sneaker head after all, always having the newest pair of dunks or jordan’s, a lot of people envied you because of it honestly, but oh well.

you couldn’t resist snatching out of eren’s hold and practically running towards the shoes on display. the dunks that you’d been wanting for months finally dropped, and you just had to get them before they sold out.

“ma you know how i feel ‘bout you walkin’ off on your own,” he made his way back over to you, annoyance evident on his face. eren hated when you did this, he wanted(needed) to be by your side at all times. why couldn’t you understand that?

“im sorry babyyy, i just really need to check if they have my size!” you bent over to take the shoe off the rack— completely forgetting that your shorts were the type to rise up when you did so.

you didn’t think too much about it and stayed in your current position— throughly inspecting the shoe. the color looked better online but shit, it was still cute.

eren eventually got tired of standing, he knew how you got when it came to shoes. he’d be standing there for a whole damn hour fucking with you, so he just sat down on one of the benches used to try on shoes.

he always got so bored coming to stores with you because you always tuned him out and wandered off on your own. you were addicting to shopping and even more addicted to shoes.. the only thing he could do was sit down and go on his phone, since you’d clearly be taking forever.

you were so focused on the baby blue shoes that you hardly even noticed anyone’s presence behind you, turns out one of the workers had been eyeing you for quite a while now.. waiting for his chance to make a move. your beauty caught him off guard and he knew he couldn’t let a fine thing like you just walk away.

“hello welcome, did you need help with- oh god damn..”

that was enough to finally get eren’s attention off his phone as his eyes snapped towards the scrawny dude licking his lips— enjoying the sight of your shorts working against you.

with a low chuckle your man stood from his seat, slowly inching towards you to make his presence known. he snatched you by your waist— easily causing your form to straighten out. he took his eyes off you for one second and you’re bent over with them little ass shorts on?

he had half a mind to just fuck you right here and now to let all these muh’ fucka’s know who you belong to, but luckily he had enough self restraint.

“i’ll kill you right now man, ion even play like that. better walk yo’ ass on somewhere,” eren slightly lifted his black tee— flashing his gun that was strapped on his waist. he roughly yanked you behind him so the fucker wouldn’t dare to look at you again, and the only thing you could do was let him.

not that you would’ve resited anyway, you loved when eren got aggressive like this (not that you’d ever admit it).

“o-oh that’s you? i apologize i didn’t-“

“’fuck up talkin’ to me yo, you got five seconds to walk away before i put a bullet in you.” one death glare from eren was enough to send the worker running off in fear.

you stayed silent because you knew better than to say anything when he got like this, you were in for it once you got back home.. that’s for sure.

“fuck those shoes, we’re leaving. and as soon as we get in the car i want them shorts off,”

[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Bruce Wayne: So... This is the new Robin.

Hal Jordan: That is... Another child.

Damian: Nice to meet you.

Hal: He's polite.

Bruce: Uh huh.

Clark Kent: It's not a good luck you kidnapped a little brown boy.

Bruce: He's my... Blood child?

Clark: Blood child... Did you join the court of owls and this is part of that?

Bruce sighs closing his eyes unable to explain things.

Hal: He's saying that DNA wise that is his son. That is your son! Hahahahaha!

Hal falls down on laughter.

Bruce sighs, covering his eyes.

Bruce: It's a complicated story. Damian can you go sit somewhere while I talk to them?

Damian: All right, I will go cut a tree with my sword and see if it falls.

Damian hums carrying his sword and leaves the adults.

Clark: Cute kid. He has a sword?!

Bruce: He came with the sword.

Clark: He's not a toy!

Bruce: You want to take it out of his hands, because I'm not doing that.

Clark and Hal don't leaving, agreeing with him.

Bruce: Yeah, I may have trained to become the world's best detective and fighter but I'm not about to take a sword from an 8-year-old who was raised by... I'll get to that in a moment.

Clark: Explain.

Hal (standing up and laughing): Yes... Please, give us all the details.

Bruce: I was not feeling in the best of spirits, Talia and I were together and getting along one night and... She swore the condom never broke!

Hal: Master detective! Hahahaha! Oh my God! This is the greatest day... Of my life! You believed that?!

Clark: You had a baby with Talia Al Ghul and you're alive?

Bruce: It seems when Ra found out that the kid was mine he was elated... that he could train Damian to... kill me.

Hal laughs walking away.

Clark: You consented to sleeping with her, correct? Because if not I can handle them.

Bruce: Yes... She was there and I was there and-

Clark, puts his hand up to stop Bruce: I don't need the sordid details. Well... You have three adopted kids that I still question if you kidnapped them or not and now one by your own DNA that you, for the love of God, tell me you got custody of through legal means. Good... Good for you.

Bruce (monotone): He was being raised around Ra Al Ghul, Talia gave him to me especially after I told her that would be the day the Lazarus pit would revive both of them for having a young boy around Ra.

Clark (relieved): Oh, that's wholesome for you. He just lives here now?

Bruce: Yeah and he's the new Robin.

Clark: What happened to Tim... Did he die?!

Bruce: No, he's alive, um, he will be a Robin and then Damian will be a Robin when Tim is busy or something. It's not weird!

Hal: It's so fucking weird! I love it!

Bruce: I want my son to be a hero that I know he can be. Not an assassin. I... care about him. He is my son and all... God I feel so new to this. I've never had to... Like this is my blood son and I'm freaking out!

Clark: Since we're best buddies I'm just going to pretend that it's not effing weird.

Bruce sits down on the floor and then lays down. Clark pouts and shakes his head.

Clark: Hal, stop laughing and help me talk to him.

Hal slowly stops laughing and walks back over.

Hal: He's actually on edge? Hahahaha! I'm sorry, I'm done. Poor, poor Batman. Never thought I'd see the day. You'll be okay, dude. You did well with most of the bat kids and Jason eventually plus you're rich.

Bruce: I know but he's just like me... Whhy!

Bruce sobs. Hal pulls out his phone, recording the spectacle. Clark takes it and crushes it in his hands.

Clark: Get up best buddy. I'll talk you through this.

Clark helps up Bruce and leads him to the Wayne kitchen.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐋����𝐄𝐏 ! ( a collection of sentence starters from season  1 of nbc's “ good girls ”. adjust phrasing as necessary . will be updated in the future . mature themes are present . )

specificity is good , but that's over the top .

chill , i'm like two minutes late .

alright , everybody be cool and nobody gets hurt .

do you think i could make it in L.A. ?

i don't need all that . i just want to be super famous .

you know , i'm just not really much of a church person .

maybe next time you'll take security more seriously .

oh my god , can you please just listen to me for one damn minute ?!

shame on you . shame on all of you .

move it before i shoot your face off , let's go !

you should probably get yourself a lawyer .

why is it so crazy ? i mean , it's a victimless crime .

can't you have my back on one thing , ever ?

this is me helping you not ruin your life .

damn . that was a good sell .

i should have been more careful , i panicked .

no ! i mean ... i don't know . maybe .

we're gonna rob that store .

have you lost your mind ?

we can't sit back and let everything be taken away from us .

no one's gonna fix this . we have to do it ourselves .

[ name ] ... hello ? are you okay in there ?

how did you have the money for all of this ?

i'm here to clean up a mess , [ name ] .

it's not a knock , we all have our strengths and weaknesses . you're a beautiful dummy . it doesn't make you a bad person .

this is five grand . enough for a plane ticket , and to get you started .

i guess you won't mind if i go to the cops , then . right ?

i handled it because you couldn't .

you've got a little ... on your face , kind of looks like blood .

what am i looking at right now ? WHAT am i even looking at right now ?

[ name ] , this is life or death .

i choose death . GIVE ME DEATH .

i have ... sort of a favor to ask .

it's not like you can't afford it .

what do you need that much money for ?

thank you for making me completely humiliate myself for no reason .

this is what winning feels like .

i'm gonna need you to say it with me . we are winning .

it's not like you're gonna kill me .

you don't have the guts . you're not killers .

thought you'd pull a fast one , huh ? make a quick buck ?

girls like you , you never think things through .

you've done this your whole life . you make these big messes and expect everyone else to clean it up . then you just ignore it .

you can't leave me here forever .

you are an incredible liar .

when bad things happen to good people , everyone goes crazy .

if it could happen to us , it could happen to anyone .

roll the dice . tell them to pull the trigger . see what happens .

hey , looks like we've got a survivor .

i am going the speed limit . i don't wanna get a ticket .

where does he think he's going ? boy , this is hard to watch .

if you go to the cops , so will i .

i thought we were done with this .

oh ! you'd rather just declare a kilo at customs ?

– or we could just steal it .

are you hearing yourself right now ?

do not call me crazy .

what if we get caught ?

there's always a choice .

dude , it's never gonna end . unless we end it .

i'm not gonna shoot him , i'm just gonna scare him a little !

forgive me lord jesus , i did not mean to shoot that man .

are we supposed to knock or something ?

i wanted my music for the road trip .

how long has it been bleeding like this ?

i need to take you to the hospital , i think you need stitches .

i wish everything could go back to the way it was .

i had no damn idea how good i had it until it was gone .

i know you hate me right now .

i'm sorry . i suck .

i had to do something really , really important .

what's more important than me ?

is there something you want to ask me ?

just making conversation .

you know the tradition is jordans over a phone line , right ?

be outside in two minutes or you're dead , i mean it .

it's so crazy , even saying it .

you asked for this ? you ASKED for this ?

you can't sign people up for criminal activity like it's a bake sale !

that is NOT what i meant when i said i'd do another job .

so you think you get to pick and choose what you do and when you wanna do it ?

no , i'm sorry . that is not gonna work .

what's your gut say ?

i can prove it ! i mean i can't ... but i want to .

why should i apologize ?

chill out with the cayenne .

maybe we need like , smelling salts or something .

well , i want him to not die in my house .

i am so tired of almost dying .

hey ! ... don't be mad .

you're a dead man .

shut up , just don't say anything . i will handle it .

just say you're sorry .

i wanted to do something nice , so that maybe we could start fresh .

i'm not proud of my part in everything .

oh , yeah ? what does that mean ?

[ladymarycrawley]

You're mine and mine only - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Request: Hi could you write a Trent Smut where he gets jealous of his teammates and fucks y/n hard to let her know who she belongs to, sth like angry sex

Warning: smut with some foul language, kinda long (I’m more of a fluffy sex girl but I tried my best 💗)

Tag list: @masonxomount​ @chelsealover​

Trent was kind of a jealous boyfriend, not in a toxic way but let's say he didn't like when someone got way too close to you than what he thought was acceptable. Especially when this someone was one of his teammates.

That someone was Mason Mount who was there exchanging some funny jokes with you, therefore making you laugh. It looked like you were really enjoying his company and Trent was fuming, his stare fixed on you in a frown.

"That was good, wasn't it, Trent?" Jordan asked his younger teammate, carrying on with whatever they were talking about.

"Mhh yeah" He lost the focus and therefore the interest in keeping up with that conversation as he was busy glaring at his national teammate.

"What's up mate?" Marcus asked him, seeing as he stopped listening to them and tried to follow where his stare was falling on and having a little laugh when he realised what was happening. 

"Ohh someone's getting jealous" He mocked him, Jordan and Jude doing the same soon after.

"Shut up" Trent was getting quite nervous and that was such a funny sight for the other players who were with him.

"Come on dude, that's okay, they're just talking"

"Uhh she just touched his arm!" Jude squealed, earning a glare from Jordan that silently admonished him.

"They're having a nice chat, that's all"

Trent stopped talking and turned to his friends with a fake smile "If you'll excuse me I have to go now"

"Don't be silly, Trent" Jordan tried to talk some sense into him but with no success at all.

The Liverpool player got up and got closer to you, who were standing a few metres away from him.

He was a quite introverted guy so in your relationship the closest thing to pda people could see was him holding your hand at best so when in that moment you felt him hugging you from behind, his hands placed on your hips and his lips kissing your jaw you couldn't help but blurt your eyes out.

"What are you doing?" Your tone was quite sursprised.

"Mason was just showing me pics of his nieces, they're adorable!"

The Chelsea player was embarrassed and clearly in distress, scratching the back of his head as Trent succeded in making him feel like he was thridwheeling.

 "I think we should go now" Trent whispered in your ear. He pressed his body closer to yours making you gasp when you felt his hard bulge.

"It was nice talking to you Y/N, see you"

"Bye…Trent, what's wrong with you?? I was just talking!" You protested, aware that your boyfriend was just acting out of jealousy. 

"You were all giggly and all over him"

"What? Oh God Trent…grow up"

When you tried to sneak away from him he pulled you by your wrist, forcing you to look at him.

"Not that fast, princess"

"What do you want?"

He got closer to your ear once again, his voice coming out as the sexiest whisper ever that sent goosebumps all over your skin.

"You've been a naughty girl and I'm not happy with that…take that gorgeous bum of yours out of here, someone needs a lesson"

You gasped, knowing it was good for you to shut up and follow his instructions. 

When he guided you out of the venue by your hips, Jude shouted "Go easy on her!"

You couldn't see him but he smirked and mouthed in response "I won't"

The ride back home was pure hell as you stood there in your seat in silence, fiddling with your fingers as Trent kept his eyes on the road, a smirk that didn't cease to leave his lips.

When you stopped at the traffic lights, he looked at you out of the corner of his eyes, already savouring his sweetest revenge on you. He moved his hand away from the steering wheel to slowly push it towards your thighs and between them, smiling knowingly as his sudden gesture made you squirm a little and got you kind of wet already.

"This pussy is already waiting for me, good"

You sighed, hoping the light would turn green soon for you to go home and having him all to yourself.

As soon as you arrived home, he slammed you against the wall near the front door, blocking your arms above your head. His grip was so tight his knuckles turned slightly white as his lips moved voraciously over yours: he had been waiting for that moment all night, to please himself and give you a lesson for your demeanour that he deemed to be disrespectful.

His free hand shifted along your thigh to grab it and put it around his hip.

Trent was a really good lover, not because he was your boyfriend but because he objectively was, knowing full well your weak spots and how to make the most of them.

“Can’t wait to fuck you so hard you forget his name” He slurred in your ear, licking your upper lip before trapping it between his lips again and again.

You couldn’t wait for it either, you loved it when he was rough with you…the thought of what you were about to do made you moan against his lips, your legs suddenly weak not able to keep you upright.

He noticed your legs giving away and shifted his right hand, still busy holding your hands up against the wall, down to circle your waist, in order to support you.

You hopped in his arms, arms and legs tangled around his athletic body that was effortlessly holding you up. 

Gladly your hands were now free to run through his hair, along his shoulders and you loved feeling him that close to you. The scent of his perfume so strong it made you feel high, high with love and lust for that man.

“Take me to bed” You purred behind his ear.

Were you asking for him to punish you? That was what Trent was hoping for.

He slapped your arse making you hiss loudly.

“Such a good girl for me” Trent smirked, eager to make you his, as he let you back on your feet.

You bit your bottom lip and took his hand in yours, guiding him to your bedroom, you knowing the way to it way too well you could have gone there with your eyes closed.

As you entered the room, he pushed you on the bed, ordering you to lie down and stay still.

“Get naked”

Trent stood there, at the edge of the bed, enjoying you taking the dress you chose for that night’s event off. He stopped your undressing when the only thing left on your body were your knickers.

You were there, nearly naked only for his eyes only to see it and he was about to make you his like never before. That image made his dick twitch inside his boxers in excitement.

His fingers started to trace a light trail from your groin down to your calf taking then one leg to place it on his shoulder, doing that with the left one as well.

Your man always looked breathtaking but when he was between your thighs you swore he turned into a beautiful angel, an angel who was about to give you hell.

“It’s a pity I have to rip these off”

A thing you would usually do at him saying that was whine, getting frustrated everytime he thought it was a good idea to force you to buy a new lingerie set every week. But not that time: you were so caught in the moment you didn’t have the strength to complain, he could have ripped your entire closet as far as you cared.

The lack of moans from your part made him look at you a bit longer, waiting for you to whine to him.

“What?”

God, you were perfect to him, completely abosrbed you were there just waiting for him to treat the way he wanted.

“You look so hot right now” His body hovered over yours, your faces dangerously close “ I love the way you look when you want me to fuck you” 

You were already a moaning mess, doing it right into his mouth as he kissed you, your lips engaged in a sensual fight for dominance you gladly let him win.

The Scouser bit on your love handles before taking that tiny piece of clothing that was your underwear off your body.

"This pussy is all yours" 

"All mine, is it?" He huskily asked you, lust filling him to the brim and controlling his every gesture, from his voice to his eyes that got darker, blinded by the hunger and jealousy he had been feeling since the moment he saw you giggling with Mason earlier on.

"Yes daddy" 

That nickname made his eyes go wider: it was the first time you were calling him that and he did like it.

You were a rather shy person, in bed included, so watching you being that uninhibited made himself feral and he liked that new side of you, a lot.

"What did you just call me?" That literally drove him crazy, taking him to tighten his hand around your jaw to express his dominance over you.

"Mmm…daddy"  The strangled moan that his rethorical question elicited from you, was so full of desire it made him shiver.

He licked his lips, moving his hand down your neck, through your breast ending that imaginary line when his fingers came in contact with your pussy. That touch only was enough to make you shake since you were already aroused enough.

“You know this belongs to daddy, mh?”

“Yes…” Your eyes were closed, both because of the unbearable passion and because you knew that if your gaze met his you wouldn’t have survived much longer. He was irresistible to say the least.

“And you’re so wet for daddy” He smirked, pleased with the effect he was having on you.

His fingers spread your entrance open , as if to admire it, knowing he was the only one who could see you like that.

You pushed your hips up in a silent invitation for him to eat you out and it didn’t go unnoticed to the Scouser.

“My slut’s needy, mh?”

“I need you so bad” You moaned, trying to reach for his arm.

“Ha ha, you have to be good and patient” He warned you, the amused note in voice making you kind of nervous. He really wanted to make you pay for what you did, daring to share a joke with one of his teammates, and he wanted you to remember that night for a long time.

“Oh poor baby…you should have thought about the consequences of your actions” He breathed on your lips before licking them.

Trent’s mouth started tracing a passionate trail along your panting body, stopping when he arrived at your thighs’ height.

He breathed kisses on your inner thighs, without actually touching your skin leaving just some licks here and there. That felt like the most painful torture at that moment and the only way you could release the tension was pulling his hair and the sheets you were laying on but you couldn’t sinceyour hands were tied to the headboard. You just had to resist and that was part of the punishment.

Trent closed his eyes and brought his tongue closer to where you needed him the most, starting to play with your clit open mouthed.

Your pants and moans got louder and louder and he was enjoying it so much he sped it up, moving his tongue faster while keeping his eyes open on you because he didn’t dare to miss that show for the world, aching for him rather desperately.

For his own taste you were moving a bit too much so he kept you in place by circling his hands around your thighs; you had to suffer in the end. And you liked it way too much.

The perfect rhythm of his tongue was sending you into overdrive, he could make you feel so good anytime you were sure it was like his secret skill.

He alternated his tongue work with some good clit sucking that made you roll your eyes back in utter pleasure, your pussy clenching around him. When he noticed you were getting wetter, he knew you were ready to take it to the next level so he started rubbing his thumb against your clit in slow, circular motions making you gasp and waiting for his next move to happen.

He then released his grasp around your thighs and let you move your right leg in order to place it over his shoulder, knowing that angle would have lead you to the edge.

Then he glided his middle finger in you, waiting for your reaction and when he saw you gasping he pushed his finger a bit further to slowly move in and out, increasing his speed as his thumb was still applying the perfect pressure over your mound.

He pushed faster and faster, adding a finger in you as his moves got frantic. You were literally screaming his name until you squirted all over him. That was exactly how he wanted to see you: defenceless and completely under his control. 

You have been so good you deserved a kiss and that's what he did, moving upwards to meet your lips, as his index and middle fingers were still stroking your labia, making your whole body shudder when his plumpy lips came to leave your mouth to wrap them around your hard nipples. His tongue lapped around the left one, right and left before sucking on it. Then he did the same with the right one.

You were sure you were in heaven because everything around you disappeared and he was out of this world, taking you to places you could have never seen without him. 

Trent wrapped his hands around your ankles so as to spread your legs as wide as he could before kneeling in front of you. He untied your hands, squeezing them in a reassuring motion before taking his place back between your legs.

"Be a good girl now" You nodded.

"You can fuck me whenever you want" The only thing you wanted was for him to fuck you with all the passion and lust he had piled up in him.

He slapped his hard cock against your pussy a few times, making you shiver asking for him to put it inside you instead of just being a tease: you had enough of all that teasing you ran your hand down his legs to push his dick inside of you yourself. 

"I want all of it, give me all of it"

Trent smirked, squeezing his fingers around your wrist to stop you.

"I have to do it, princess"

His teasing went on: he let his tip only inside of you. He was aware of the pain he was inflicting you but he wasn't sorry in the slightest, you deserved each and every bit of it. Next time you would have thought twice about acting all charming with Mason.

"Don't tease"

"Don't tell me what to do" He groaned, his hand grabbing your face tighter. His thumb grazed your parted lips, you immediately taking it in your mouth to start sucking on it.

He placed his arms at either side of your head, propped on his forearms.

"Such a good girl"

You smirked as he brushed his nose against yours, in what was the only innocent sweet gesture of the night.

The Liverpool player looked down at your bodies for a moment, to savour the instant when his member entered your pussy in such a perfect way, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

"Yes" You moaned satisfied as he was finally filling you with his lenght, arching your back and grabbing the sheets tighter. 

"If you behave I'll let you ride me later" He muttered before you could even form an answer as he started pounding into you mercilessly. 

His weight was pressing over your body perfectly, loving the feeling of his broad muscles bobbing over you, even more so when you clenched your hands around his arms or ran your fingers over his shoulder blades. That man was a living tease, making you feel the happiest even when he wanted to "punish" you.

Each thrust took you closer to ecstasy, he could do it like no one. 

Both your moans came out as muffled sounds due to the messy kisses you were giving each other.

"Oh yes, right there" You tugged at the dreadlocks at the nape of his neck, praising him as he pushed deeper inside of you reaching your G spot.

Your nails were leaving scratches all over his back as he was filling you so well.

"Who's fucking you this good, mhh?"

"You daddy"

Trent's pushes became fierce, wanting every part of your body to feel him, to fill you perfectly.

“T, I’m close” You breathed out as you felt your second orgasm building up inside of your walls.

“Cum baby” He grunted, pushing even further into you. “Cum for me”

You moaned in his ear, pushing your hips up to meet his own movements. Trent was close too, grunting when he felt you clenching around him.

"Yeah cum inside daddy please, cum inside me" You begged him rather desperately as he was taking you over the edge with his deep thrusts. 

You came first, your juices coating his member as he gave some more pushes into you to reach his own orgasm too.

As he released his load into you, satisfied moans left both your mouths before collapsing on the mattress.

“Fuck…that was amazing” You were trying to catch your breath as you were still panting due to the heavy sex session you just had.

Trent came down from his own high, and down from your body, to lay next to you, a smirk painted on his lips.

The movement of his chest raising and falling as he was trying to catch his breath was an entrancing sight to you.

You placed your leg over his and leaned over his body, your lips started leaving kisses against his abdomen, his collarbones and his neck, in a sweet yet seductive way.

He groaned, actually pleased with your attention, opening his eyes when he felt your weight lift to get on top of him.

“You were amazing”

“Yeah, I know” He smirked cockily, earning a playful smack on his shoulder from you “I know a trick or two to please my woman and remind her who she belongs to”

That line made you blush as you buried your head in his neck.

“Stop being so cocky”

“You were pretty good too” He giggled, squeezing your buttcheeks as you were busy leaving kisses down his neck.

“I still have to ride you…you promised”

Trent grunted and tried to hide his face in the crook of your neck as you kept covering him in kisses.

“Don’t be naughty, or I’ll have to tie you again”

You giggled as you let your hand graze his cheek in a soft way before moving your lips to kiss his other cheek.

“Next time I’ll fuck you in front of the entire team"

"Does it mean I can have a threesome?"

"Nope!" He grabbed your face tightly in order to force you to look at him, right in his eyes.

"You're mine and mine only, okay?"

"Oh sorry…I tend to forget it" You smirked mischievously, straddling him.

He was yours too in the end so marking him with some love bites would have been good...he had horny girls looking at him or sliding in his dms all the time after all. You attached your lips to his neck again, biting on his skin.

Trent moaned, his hands roaming over your back only stopping to squeeze your butt. 

"Let me remind you of it then" 

That night was far from being over and you wouldn't want it any other way.

[yamst3rdamctrl]

When Sexual Desires Clash Y/N Story

Chapter 2

The figure walked up and reached out his hand and said, "Lupita, this must be who you were telling me about.. Hi YN, it's so nice to meet you. Lu has told me so much about you. My name is Michael B. Jordan".....

YN reached out to Michael and said, "Oh my god.. It's so nice to meet you. I am a big fan every since you were young on All My Children." YN extended her hand to meet Michaels. When they touched it, it felt like electricity hit each other. YN did not know how to react. Michael felt lust and had it all over his face. As he looked over her 5'6 "height, and her brown chocolate complexion, to her thick thighs and body. Michael didn't know how much her sex appeal was, but he loved every minute looking at it. The way the fire ignited and burned between them, you would think they were moving in slow motion, but they weren't. Lupita was loving the view because she knew that YN had been single for a good while, and she knew exactly how she loved sex but couldn't find somebody who was worthy of her time. She also knew that since Lori left Michael he hasn't fucked anyone. Everyone there had somebody that they were dating except YN and Michael. Lu made it her priority for them to hit it off.

After they shook hands, Lu said, "Let this sexy weekend begin! So YN and Michael, you guys are the only ones single, so therefore, yall are teamed up for the weekend, okay?" YN and Michael agreed, and they parted ways to make a drink. YN thought to herself that she knew how fine Michael was, but in her head, she just left the situation alone. YN stood there talking to her girls while Michael went to make a drink. Michael stalked YN with her eyes while she would smile and giggle. Michael knew that she was different from the women he usually went for, but the way she looked made his dick hard. Winston walked up and made Michael slap out his thoughts.

"Whats on your mind, Michael? I can see you in deep thought, and by the way you are looking at YN, I'm sure it has something to do with her." He chuckled.

"Do you know much about her?" Michael asked Winston.

"So YN is a music choreographer. She also conducts music videos with aritist. She is known all over for the work she does, but she is never in the main light. She does model here and there, but her passion is the music industry. She has a lot of videos on her youtube and instagram. We all met YN when you weren't on set when she helped construct the beginning dance seen and movements on black panther. She only met with the people they had her work with. YN is very cool, that's why I call her my little sister since I'm dating her best friend Shai. I see the way you're looking at her like you're a lion, and she is definitely your prey." Winston started to laugh, but he has seen Michael in action before.

"Now im not going to lie she is fine as hell. Everything about her is different, but she could get the dick without a question.. Is she single?" Michael knew what he wanted in the exact moment, and she was what he wanted. He hasn't felt this way since him and Lori split.

"She is and has been for a while now. The dude cheated on her, and she bossed up. She is very different from regular females. I will say that. She is a wild one in the house. In the streets, she's a lady. Shai told me she's wild. Hope you can tame her." Winston knew that Michael was wild, and he knew YN was too. He knew that they were a match in heaven, so he's going to sit back and watch the fireworks.

YN looked back at Michael and smiled. Michael winked at her and made her blush. Michael then told Winston, "Don't worry, she not going to know what hit her when I'm done." Michael drinked his drink and began to plot on his every move... this is about to get interesting.

Yal ready for this ride I'm going to take yal on??? I hope soo!!!

[blindrapture]

WEDNESDAY JUNE 15TH, 2011 ("How are human minds biggest")

12:53 AM She’ll be here any minute now.

2:30 AM Kay, so she’s.. running a little late. I’m probably in for way worse pain, then.

5:14 AM ..fuck it, I’m going to sleep.

2:49 PM I dreamt of Donnie. She was walking in space. Like, walking… in space. Not on anything. Just walking. And then a door appeared. It opened for her, but I couldn’t see what was on the other end. I could just see the intense light reflecting off her beautiful face. The light was intense enough to burn her gorgeous face off. Then I was there. And she turned to look at me, without a face. And then Donnie was the slender man. Then I woke up!

3:04 PM Taking a walk to the seaside. Those are always fun.

3:56 PM Nothing’s here. I can see, like… dolphins or some other big fish out there in the far distance. But that’s it. ..wait. Music is playing from somewhere. Rolling thunder, crashing waves Present climax, start in caves How are human minds biggest When nothing does not exist? …that’s pretty weird. I just.. I mean. I’m going home.

4:33 PM ..on the way back, I got to thinking about the whole Bones mystery. I was thinking about how really odd it was that he’d come across an ocean just to buy us a super-oven from Brazil. But then I realized he didn’t buy it for us. He just showed us the receipt. He lampshaded it. The oven’s important somehow. Where’d Donnie put that receipt?

5:02 PM Found it. Yeah, sold to the restaurant down the street for an obscenely high number, the B(razilian)-4000k. That’s four-thousand-thousand. …wait, no! That’s not. “Four-thousand-thousand.” That doesn’t make sense! xD What else could “4000k” mean?

5:04 PM …I’ve got it. Four-thousand degrees Kelvin. So why would Bones give us the receipt, why would he lampshade a really hot oven? ..why would he even be here? No, Jordan. Don’t worry about that one yet. This is the motherfucking Rapture. Or apocalypse. Whatever. Anything could happen, including Bones appearing out of nowhere. Remember Ben being a tarantula in your car? Good point, well made. So, why would Bones point out an oven that can burn things at up to 4000 degrees Kelvin? Well, Bones likes to say funny-but-helpful things. Bones was always a pro at helping. He’d help out immensely in Guitar Hero, and he paid for a lot of drinks when we hung out, ‘cause I was poor. Bones is just a very helpful dude. So maybe he’s trying to help here? Maybe he’s pointing out the oven exists because I need to burn something. …this is going to be almost impossible. But then again, they said the same about “Through the Fire and Flames.” They said the same about “Satch Boogie.” They said the same about “Visions.” They said the same about “Heroes of our Time!” But was any of that? No. In fact, I think I’m going to solve this problem the exact same way I solved those problems.

10:40 PM Okay. I’m about as ready as I can get without the actually important parts of my plan in place. Now I just need to wait.

11:00 PM ..huh, there’s my black jacket. Now if only I could find my trilby and scarf.

11:11 PM I wish I’d be able to do my plan already oh my god.

11:38 PM Okay, better idea. I’m going to the marketplace.

(Attached: “I’ve turned back to the drink. This’ll get me through the rest of my story. We released Summer Sucks at a weird point in all of our lives. I don’t know the specifics for everyone else, but my parents couldn’t look at each other anymore, like they both knew something inevitable was gonna happen that they didn’t want to see. Looking back, it was obvious, but at the time I just took it as further excuse to misbehave. But there was something about that album, I think it was while recording ‘Pig Bruiser,’ and Elsie came over and smacked my drumsticks out right from my hands. She yelled at me, asked me what my problem was, why I didn’t take the band seriously enough. At the time, I put on my self-righteous smug look and tuned her right out, but even at the time I felt somehow that she was bringing up something I didn’t want to confront. I acted all aloof to her face, but when the time came for my next take, I played as passionately as I could, and now that song’s one of our fan favourites. Right, so my father. It was a suicide, death by drowning. He left no note, only these notebooks. The last page reads 'The greedy eagle runs not in society but in psychology, and it is infectious. May Queen Sea give me more than life ever did.’ The doctors all said it was a chemical imbalance, that there’s nothing we really could have done to save him. My mother changed that day, and I’ve never seen her leave the house since. She listens to our music. She’s one of the only reasons I still play.”)

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[markzari]

SORRY | L.M.H

PAIRING | Idol au! mark x reader

SYNOPSIS | Mark tries to make it up to you since he was late <3

WC | 952

WARNINGS | fluff only

A.N | New post ya'll

MARKZARI ©

- I keep my eyes on my phone as I hear the front door open. "Hey, babe! I wasn't sure about what chips you wanted so I got these!" 

I slowly looked up and saw him hold up a bag full of snacks. wearing a plain white tee and jeans. I held back my smile as I looked at the clock.

"Look at what time it is. You said you'll be back three hours ago! We have to get ready for our four year anniversary! " I groaned out looking at him with my arms crossed. he held in his laugh looking like he was going to burst.

"Dude, what's funny?!" I said forcing a angry face

He failed and exploded with laughter.

"It's so funny seeing you trying to be mean and angry!"

When he saw that I rolled my eyes, he cleared his throat.

He tossed the bags on the chair as he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry, I had got caught up with the guys and work. Listen, I'm gonna take you somewhere tomorrow, okay?" 

I stared at his eyes as I saw that he had guilt I hugged him back. "Okay! Only if you buy me strawberry's." 

He nodded his head " I will! I promise." He held up his pinky finger as I laughed 

"Okay, promise!" 

- 

The next morning came by fast. I woke up to the smell of strawberry's. I hopped out of bed as I peaked out the door. I saw my boyfriend trying to make strawberry waffles. 

I snuck behind him as I back hugged him. "Don't put the house on fire!" He flinched as he turned around "It was suppose to be a surprise.." He whined "I'm sorry, I heard chaos in the kitchen and I smelled it." 

I pat him on the back as I kissed him.

He put the food on the table as I licked my lips. "You did really good! Oh my god!"

He smiled as we both ate.

-

Once we were finish eating I thanked him and kissed him again as I ran away back into the room and closed the door. I went to the bathroom as I turned the shower on.

I heard the door open as mark came in. "I need to take a shower too.." I stared at him "Okay... You can wait." I squished his cheeks as he groaned. "We can just take one together.." I laughed as I turned to him "Are you okay? Do you need water?" I said crossing my arms. He shook his head "i'm fine. Please!? I won't ask again, I'll wash your back for you!" 

He gave me doe eyes and I groaned. "Fine!"

-

We got out of the shower as he took the towel and I took the robe. We brushed our teeth and washed our face. 

As he was shaving his face I went to find a outfit to wear. I Put on a mini skirt with the belt and underwear band line in view, a spaghetti strap crop top and marks leather jacket. I grab some of his necklaces and put my jordans and and skipped out of the closet.

"Yo, How do I look?" Mark peaked from the bathroom "My jacket AND necklaces. Maybe we should shop for you. Pull up the skirt, I can see that you are wearing Calvin Klein."

I scoffed "I have stuff. Yours is just better and smell like you. The skirt is meant to be like this!"

I could hear his laugh from the bathroom as he dried his face.

"suree"

He put the towel over his shoulder as he went into the closet. I ran behind him.

-

He was wearing all gray/green (Nct dream 'hot sauce' concept photos/outfit on header;border) And he made me put on jeans.

"let's go" We hopped in the car as I turned on my rnb playlist. "Alright, Can you close your eyes while we are going there?"

I nodded my head as I yawn "I'm tired anyway, Wake me up when we are there."

-

I felt a tap on my shoulder as I woke up. I rubbed my eyes and saw a amusement park.

"OH MY GOSH DID YOU RENT AN AMUSEMENT PARK?" I yelled in shock. He kissed me as he nodded with a laugh "HOW?! I MEAN, WHY? FOR ME!?" I yelled again as I unbuckle my seat belt 

"I felt bad for yesterday so I asked sm and the guys to help to do this for you. we've been together for 4 years and I wanted to make it fun!" I grabbed him a kissed him 1,000 times as I hopped out the car.

"IT'S REAL!!"

I ran to the gate as they guards stopped me "You can't come in ma'am." 

mark ran up to the gate and showed them the badge. "Sorry, my apologies. You may enter." he grabbed my hand as we went through the gate.

"Let's have some fun!"

-

Here I was griping the bars on a roller coaster waiting for the drop. "Please get me off of here, mark! I told you that we both couldn't do this!" I turn and see him with his head down griping the other bar. 

we both screamed as the drop came and I felt the need to faint. "HELP ME!" I yelled as we went on the loop.

the ride ended shortly after and I went quiet. They unstrapped us, I held on the wall as support but failed.

I fell down and sat there. "I'm tired." I said holding my heart. I felt tears in my eye thinking about it again.

I grabbed marks hand and went to the food court. I got a hotdog and he got pizza. we shared a drink as I grabbed his hand.

"I'm never letting you take me anywhere again."  We both laughed at our pain.

-

MARKZARI ©

[cattatonically]

Want You Bad - Day 7

This is part of a series for #sterekvalentineweek - I would suggest reading them in order.

What you can generally expect - hilarity, chaos, mishaps, slow burn, strong language, and vague descriptions of some minor criminal activity.

I hope you have as much fun on this adventure as I did!

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6

As was usual, Stiles and Kira were having lunch at the station with Stiles’ father. It had been a relatively calm week, and the Friday lunch seemed like a good way to celebrate the lack of dumpster fires, disasters, general chaos, or major arrests or accidents. Stiles was especially proud of the last part, considering the previous week’s rosebush debacle. He still hadn’t quite forgiven Jackson for that one.

Of course, just as Stiles was thinking that things were going well, Derek and Jordan came into the station, both of them carting a person with them. By the way the people - a man and a woman - were stumbling, it looked like they were both heavily intoxicated. Which was impressive for 11:30 in the morning on a Friday.

“Deputy Hale?” Noah called, getting up from his office chair and walking towards Derek’s desk.

“We got a call from Chris down at Arrowhead. Allison was having some issues with a couple of customers who didn’t take kindly to being cut off. At eleven in the morning.”

“Dude, you’re ruining the honeymoon!” the man lamented as he was being forcibly sat in the chair beside Derek’s desk.

“Yeah! We were - hic - celebrating!” the woman chimed in from Jordan’s desk.

Stiles took a closer look at the man, and then frantically grabbed for his phone from the front pocket of his jeans. With quick fingers, he logged into the encrypted cloud that kept his casefiles and pertinent business documents, scrolling until he found what he was looking for.

“Kira. Kira, it’s him,” he said, flailing his hand out to get her attention. When she finally looked, he showed her his phone.

“Oh. Oh my god,” she exclaimed, grabbing onto Stiles’ arm with sheer excitement.

“Son?” Noah gave him a quizzical glance.

“Remember that case I was telling you about? The one I was working on with a few other investigators up north?”

“Yes. What does that have to do with this?”

“Well. Deputy Hale here just arrested the guy.”

“Did he now.” Stiles grinned, watching the guy look between them all, confusion written all over his face.

“Oh yeah. This is gonna be my major payday!”

“You want to start explaining what the hell you’re taling about, Stiles?” Derke asked testily.

“Gladly! This dickhead is currently married to six other women - oh yeah buddy, we are absolutely bringing you back to Oregon to face that down - and I was asked by some connections of mine to keep an eye out, as they heard he might have been headed this way. And what do you know! He choose our sweet little town to marry wife number seven!”

Stiles was on a roll. Which was the only explanation for what came out of his mouth next. “And actually, if this guy can get away with being married to seven women - which you so did not, ya dickhead - then I can absolutely ask Derek Hale out on a date!” The resulting silence was when Stiles realized what he’d said out loud.

Derek shrugged, looking pleased. “Sure. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Oh my god, I did not mean- wait. What?”

“Stiles. You have not been subtle. At all. I’ve been waiting for you to just grow a pair and ask me out.”

“I. You. Huh?” Stiles blinked a few times. This could not be happening.

“Wait. Does this mean Erica wins the pot?” Kira piped up, still clutching at Stiles.

“What pot?” he asked her, turning his head towards her so abruptly even Jordan could hear his neck crack from across the station.

“Oh, we had a bet on how long it would take you to ask Derek out.”

“Peter actually bet that Derek would have to make the first move,” Noah said, smirking slightly.

“What the fuck,” Stiles muttered.

“Language!” Kira, Noah, Jordan, and Derek said in unison.

“Okay! First of all, betting on my love life was low!” Stiles shot everyone in the room a small glare. “Second of all, if there was ever a situation in which I could use strong fucking language, this is fucking it.” Then he turned to Derek, and flailed a hand at him. “And third! You! You knew, this whole time, that I have wanted you, and you let me make a fool of myself?” Derek shrugged again.

“I knew you’d get your shit together eventually.”

“Okay, one, rude. Two, get over here and kiss me right now before I reconsider.” Derek did not need to be told twice before doing exactly as Stiles told him to.

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

My Thoughts That No One Asked For on Dancing With The Stars season 31 ep. 8: Halloween Week!

Taken down in very real time

(get comfy I have a lot of feelings)

okay honestly tho Tyra is kinda slaying

DEREK’S LOOK HELLO??? 🤩 

Oh I just KNOW Shangela and Gleb are gonna eat this up (update: they ate that shit up)

DANIEL AND BRITT LOOK SO GOOD AAHHHH

I’m gonna say this right now if Vinny Guadagnino does not go home tonight I’m gonna lose my shit (update: I have lost my shit)

20 seconds in and Jordin is ALREADY slaying love that for her 

WELL HI THERE CARRIE ANN 🤩 

Hell yeah four nines for Jordin!!!

Mark back injury?? 🥺 

I actually think Charli’s dance was well scored it wasn’t perfect but it was AMAZING

DANIEL AND BRITT YES YES YES IM SO READY

I’m sorry they’re doing a PASO DOBLE?? Oh god I’m nervous

Oh yay! They slayed!!!

They’re the FIRST paso doble this season???? Oh my GOD 

I’m terrified you guys (if you can’t tell they’re my favorites and I am PRAYING they do not go home)

YES TWO NINES FOR DANIEL!!!!

Okay these little segments where Derek breaks down the dances are like one of my favorite parts 

Derek and Bruno have one of the single greatest dynamics ever, I swear

Okay but Shangela and Gleb just absolutely SMASHED THAT are you KIDDING

*to Derek* “Ooh, I’ve always wanted to be in your dreams!” SHANGELA SPEAKING FOR THE PEOPLE

Tens for Shangela…? 👀 

TENS FOR SHANGELA PERFECT SCORE BITCHES 🙌🏻 AAAAHHHHHHHH

Trevor having absolutely NO reaction to the spider was HYSTERICAL

Jordan’s little “Hi!” when Sasha tried to scare her was SO funny I’m sorry

Koko I love you but Vinny you are testing me

WHY DO YOU ALL KEEP VOTING FOR HIM HE’S BAD

“Nice guys finish last. Literally.” dude I want to like you so bad but you are making it so hard

I’m sorry but Daniel and Britt’s paso doble was LEAGUES better then theirs

Okay but it is NOT Koko’s fault that Vinny is just NOT a good dancer I will start yelling if anyone blames her choreo (judges you are on thin fucking ice with me rn)

WHY DOES EVERYONE LIKE HIM AM I MISSING SOMETHING WHAT

Like the dance was NOT GOOD Y’ALL

If one more person starts saying “I don’t have any dance experience 🥺” I’m gonna go insane

There is no WAY he’s getting out of the bottom two tonight

Okay I’m gonna be honest Heidi D’amelio is kind of starting to get on my nerves

I cannot BELIEVE they got away with using the song “I wanna be your slave” on DANCING WITH THE STARS 

“Bondage becomes you. Me too actually. Tie me up, tie me down, put me there. I’ll do it.” BRUNO PLS THIS IS ON DISNEY PLUS

Okay the rope thing was very confusing I didn’t get it I really think it was kind of pointless but that’s just me

NO WHY THE TEN

Ugh I’m sorry Gabby Windey is like my least favorite right behind Vinny I’m sorry I don’t like her she’s so irritating 

It’s nice to see Alan back though (but fr my man keeps getting the WORST partners #GiveAlanBerstenAnActuallyNicePartner2023)

I HATE THAT SHE’S SO GOOD GODDAMNIT I don’t like her but I have to admit she’s an AMAZING dancer it’s infuriating 

Every time Gabby claps for herself I lose two months of my life

Derek’s got puns for DAYS I live for it

I know I should be paying attention to Gabby’s interview or whatever but if Daniel and Britt are on screen I am ALWAYS staring at them at any given moment 

“I’m scared of taxes.” Wayne Brady you are so real

Witney and Wayne slaying!!!! We love to see it!!!

Trevor Donovan you know I love you but I’m really praying you do NOT do well to keep Daniel and Britt out of the bottom two

(That being said I have no idea HOW he ended up in the bottom two last week)

Oh fuck it looks like their dance is gonna be really good oh god oh fuck

Motherfucker like ten seconds in I’m already crying

FUCK THAT WAS REALLY GOOD

I’m sorry no one touch me the parallel between this week’s “How do you feel about dancing?” “I guess I love it!” and week 1’s “You love dance!!” I’m crying 

Ten for Trevor…? 👀

Trevor shouting out the singer 🙌🏻 

TENS FOR TREVOR AAAHHHHHH GOOD FOR HIM

But oh god oh fuck Daniel and Britt are in the bottom two I’m fucking panicking guys I don’t think I’ll be able to handle them going home

PRAYING this team dance goes well for them 😭 🙏🏻 

Trevor doing ASL applause to show he chose Daniel I’m 😭 

“I definitely don’t want to be the weak link.” Heidi my love I hate to tell you but you were literally chosen last idk what to tell you

Alright I’m not gonna lie Team Wicked’s doing pretty good so far 

Okay damn that was pretty good

Team Scream I’m praying for y’all fr

Not referencing anything specific but my girl Koko Iwasaki has been fighting for her LIFE in every single episode like this is her first season as a pro could y’all like let her BREATHE??

“What was your strategy?” He literally just picked the best dancers what do you mean what was his strategy 

Okay 33/40 for Team Wicked PRAYING for nines across the board for Team Scream 😭 

GET OUT THEYRE DOING THE SIGN FOR SCREAM I’m gonna cry they’re so real for that

HEADS WILL ROLL??? OH HELL FUCKIN YEAH

All of them working hard cause they wanna keep Trevor in the competition 🥺

OKAY THIS IS A SLAY OH GOD

not to be biased but Daniel and Britt’s solo section >>>>>

CHARLI AS THE KILLER SLAY!!

They better be getting MINIMUM nines across the board 

DANIEL GETTING A CALLOUT I’M YELLING AND CRYING RN 😭 🙌🏻 

I’m sorry but they are CLEARLY the superior dance team if they don’t win I’m suing

Len’s callout to the hair makeup and costume department!!! 🙌🏻 🙌🏻 🙌🏻 

I don’t know why but there’s something so adorable about Charli calling Britt “Brittany” like it seems like Charli just respects her so much

“Well, Tyra-“ okay Trevor is absolutely growing on me

39 FOR TEAM SCREAM BABY!!!!!

Mark taking the blame for the misstep 🥺 

THE SECOND CALLOUT TO THE HAIR MAKEUP AND COSTUME CREW WE LOVE TO SEE IT 👏🏼 👏🏼 👏🏼 

Okay Vinny is literally at the bottom if he doesn’t go home I swear

DANIEL AND BRITT ROCKETING UP TO 4TH WE LOVE IT!!!!! 🙌🏻 

DANIEL AND BRITT BEING THE FIRST COUPLE TO GO HOME YES PLEASE!!!

HOW IN THE FUCK ARE VINNY AND KOKO STILL HERE MOTHERFUCKER

If Jordin Sparks goes home I’m gonna scream (update: I screamed)

THANK YOU DEREK AND BRUNO

Len pls I’m begging please pick Jordan 

NO LEN WHY FUCK

Screaming and crying on the floor rn Jordin sparks you own my heart I’ll miss you 💕😭 

Anyways closing thoughts on all the dancers in no particular order:

Yay Daniel and Britt are still here!!! Absolutely in love with these two and I hope they go even farther!! (And then I hope they get married or smth cause goddamn)

Little upset that Heidi is still around, she’s kinda falling out of my favor I’m not gonna lie

I cannot fucking BELIEVE that Vinny is still on the show America what the fuck are you doing

Not gonna lie Trevor is really growing on me I love him and Emma a lot and I would love to see them go far

TENS FOR SHANGELA!!! WHAT MORE IS THERE TO SAY?? (All I need now is a ten for Daniel and I’ll be happy)

I’m gonna miss Jordin and her like actual sibling relationship with Brandon so much 😭 

Nothing really new from Charli, she’s still kickin ass and she’s also really growing on me (I didn’t like her all that much before DWTS but like I said, she’s growing on me)

Gabby is still really irritating to me I’m sorry I know she’s a good dancer but like I really don’t like her 

It’s nice to see Wayne climbing his way back up from last week!

Looking forward to 90’s week!!!

[jplupine]

Feral Possession: Chapter 2

What's your name?

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~1.2k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Grimmjow being a Terror

Summary: The cops couldn't find anything....but that doesn't mean nothing is there.

You can also read it on AO3!

Masterlist | Chapter 2:

  After the police arrived and the entire house was searched, the cops didn't find anyone other than the dog and me inside. They left after getting a statement from me and told me to call if the guy came back.

  However, what had me confused was how the intruder had gotten in, to begin with. All of the windows and doors had been locked and none of the locks or windows had been broken. Also, how could the guy have gotten away so quickly without being seen by anyone?

  Sighing, I sat on the edge of the couch while holding my head in my hands. There was no way I'd get to sleep after that. Not to mention, how was I supposed to rationalize half of what happened? The sandpaper tongue that had woken me up but no large cat or animal was even in the room. How the man had even gotten into the house when everything was locked, or how he got into the room without me seeing him, and then seeming to just vanish afterward.

  As I was trying to figure out what to do, my phone began to ring. Slowly looking up, I reached over to the end table and picked up the cell phone. My brows furrowed when I saw who it was before answering the call.

  "Hello?"

  "Wynter! Oh, my God! Are you okay?!" Gary's voice was rushed with concern. "I'm sorry, I just saw your text."

  "I'm....I'm fine, don't worry. Whoever it was didn't even touch me." I replied before hearing the man on the other end sigh with relief.

  "Oh, thank fuck!" Gary then asked another question. "And Dagur? Is he okay?"

  "Oh, he's fine all right. A fine guard dog, too." I said with slight sarcasm. "The poor guy was terrified."

  "Dagur? Really?" And there was a quiet pause. "He's not usually like that, he's usually barking non-stop when someone he doesn't know comes to the house."

  "....Yeah, I know. Which is what makes his behavior so odd." I glanced over at the red heeler curled up on the other side of the couch.

  "When the guy broke in, did you even hear anything?"

  "No, I was asleep. Don't even know how he got in or out, everything was locked and closed." Leaning back on the couch, I pulled up my legs and sat criss-cross.

  "Seriously? Nothing?"

  "Well, after I woke up, I heard the dude come stomping straight up the stairs while singing 'Sympathy for the Devil' like a damn lunatic."

  "Are you serious?"

  "As a heart attack. That song is pretty distinct, you know?" I furrowed my eyebrows while fiddling with the drawstring dangling from my pajama bottoms. "Nothing was stolen as far as I can tell, either. It's honestly.... I don't know, it's all just so weird.

  "Did the cops leave anyone to watch the house? To make sure the guy doesn't come back?" Gary asked.

  "No. They barely even searched the yard."

  "Do you want me to come over?"

  "....If it's not too much of a bother. I don't want you to go out of your way."

  "It's not, don't worry. Let me pull my shoes on, and I'll head that way."

  "Thanks, Gary."

  "It's no biggie. Just have the porch light on so I can see the driveway."

  "Will do." I felt a small smile ease onto my face. Gary and I had been friends practically since we were in diapers. He'd always been there for me when times were tough and vice versa, especially when he'd gone through a bad break-up freshman year of college.

  Petting Dagur, I sighed and dropped my phone onto the cushion on the other side of me. I'd barely moved into this place and was already somewhat regretting it. Uncle Jordan had left it to me in his will, which was how I got the house, and he had spent what time he had left renovating the home for 'fun' and 'something to do'. I greatly appreciated it all, but if break-ins were going to be normal, I didn't want it.

  I jolted when I heard a loud clatter. Dagur's head shot up as his ears perked to listen.

  "You've got to be fucking kidding me." I muttered and listened for any other noise. I glanced over my shoulder to the front door, debating on just bolting or staying where I was since Gary was already on his way. The silence dragged out longer as I sat there.

  Standing, I went to go check what the noise was since it sounded like something had fallen over. The police had combed over the place and had found nothing, so surely something must have just fallen victim to gravity.

  ....Right?

  Walking down the hall, it had sounded like the noise came from the office. Passing the staircase, I turned my phone's flashlight on to light the way. Nearing the dark door at the end of the hall, I turned the knob and entered the room.

  There were some books on the floor by the desk. Sighing with relief, I went to go pick them up and put them back on the desk. Setting down my phone with the flashlight facing the ceiling, I crouched and gathered the books into a neat pile. I ignored the old paintings staring at me with their soulless eyes.

  The paintings were less soulless in the daylight.

  Yelping as my head whipped around when the door slammed shut, my eyes went wide as I saw a silhouette of something crouched down near the bottom of the door. Having what looked like a clawed hand on the back of the door, two glowing orbs appeared as if its eyes had opened.

  I couldn't tear my eyes away from those blue spots looking right back at me. The figure shifted, standing on two feet as I felt an icy chill run down my spine. It looked vaguely human, but there were too many shapes that were just....wrong. Even the legs looked too animalistic for a human.

  Teeth began to appear, gleaming in the light as fangs formed into a sinister grin. The figure was huge, standing over six feet as the outline of broad shoulders and muscled limbs let me know whoever, or whatever, this thing was could break me in half.

  "Don't you look delicious?" The same voice as the man from the break-in questioned just before a tongue ran over the top row of teeth. Gulping, I was frozen as he took a step forward with his clawed hand scraping off the door. I spotted a long, thin tail swaying behind him as he took another step. "What's your name, little rabbit?" His voice was low and close to a dangerous purr.

  My back hit the desk as the figure silently stepped closer. He was halfway across the room now as I was shaking. My eyes darted to the door for a second as I wondered if I could make it if I ran. When I looked back, the figure was gone.

  Frantically looking around, I couldn't find the thing and bolted for the door. Swinging the door open, I froze as a clawed hand curled around the door frame. I could feel icy breath on my cheek and slowly turned. It grinned before nipping at my nose, and I felt as if I was about to piss myself out of fear.

  I hadn't actually felt the teeth, just an icy chill, and its face turned away as their grin fell. Gary was knocking at the door. The figure vanished, and I nearly collapsed where I was while clutching my shirt over my heart.

[nighwing77]

10-13-2022-Happy Trails

Here I am on my last to last working in RSVP and the Prison. Sitting here is Littleton and Bowman. What I tried to avoid-lol, but not too bad. Sooo back in March I got on Match.com due to Mr. Kough, the therapist from Birchtree. To pay for it that is. Was on it for a while but a non-paying member. But in March paid for it. Met a woman from Texas, Oklahoma, Tennessee, all over Arkansas. But all misses. Then I met Sloene from Sherwood. A 49 year old and it moved fast. Met on July 13. Then she got a job offer to Forrest City for 97K and I told her to go but she got upset that I didn’t fight with her to stay(sooo crazy).  Saw Landrum for the first time in 10 years. Saw his wife and kids for the first time ever! That was cool. Then I met Jordan. Wow! She was a character. Oh well Sloene accused me of cheating, I wasn’t, and that fell apart, after about a month. Then started talking to Jordan. Took her to lunch at Cheddars and that didn’t go good. Then fell apart after that and the fact she didn’t like me joking about me being a mandatory reporter. Then Stephanie hit me up about did I wanna join her juvenile acting group. It’s like for ugly/fat people who just found out about sex. So took here out in September. WE went to Olive Garden and saw the invitation movie. $110 it cost me for both movie and dinner. Took my mom earlier to Olive Garden when I went to church.  Got stung by a wasp in July on the lip bringing in books from library. Didn’t hurt too bad, but not the most pleasant thing.  And tore up some of the books. That and killing roaches. Had a car accident 1st of August. Rear ended by an old woman in a silver Chrysler 300. Got hit after getting KFC after getting clothes dropped off for pressing. Cute white Italiain cop. Cute mixed bank teller that cashed my check and her white friend. I got HIRED at Benton!! God is good. Found out I got hired while I was getting my brakes checked out since they have been acting funny. That’s been a process. I got offered the job Sept 4th. After having to get all my paper work (Med Express doesn’t do physicals), I start on the 17th of October. Got a nice check from Accident-Dairyland. And a bonus from Birch. And getting another one. Music: Drake and 21 savage, Drake and Dj Khaled, Babyface and Ella mai-and those just in the last 2 weeks. Pharrell and 21 Savage and Tyler the Creator from over the summer. Shows: Sci-fi cartoon on Netflix, Rings of Power, She-Hulk, Stargirl, Star Trek: Lower Decks. Finished Atlanta over summer. And now Atlanta is back out. But my guilty pleasure starting with a episode I saw over Sloene’s house-MIKE AND MOLLY! That is my jam.

Mom is doing good, still trying to sell that land. Slowing down but still as bright as ever. Lost her car window 2 weeks ago. Getting it fixed soon.

Been trying to get in Philander school. Did pretty much all September. Looks like will have to wait to next semester.

Haven’t talked to son as much. He hasn’t really talked to be since I bought some metal dice. I pray he is okay.

Finishing this up from home after doing top and last two lines at work and emailing it to me.

Also started talking to Jennifer Ph from Pof. Went good for 2-3 weeks now fizzled out. She loves some jail dude. But she is a Laotian! Started doing 40 days as daily inspirational 1st of October. 

Started Gratitude Journal.  Been having bumps on my back of head got some shampoo and been using alcohol and neosporin. Was Cancer free when I got checked out on my nuts in June! Pooped in sheet and sent sample for colon cancer Wednesday sent it Thursday at lunch. Got flu shot at last doctor visit when I got poop screening last week. 

Got free groceries July 26th. Guess it was a mistake. still using Tide. Girl I follow on instagram-found her on match-is pregnant. Hope baby is healthy. I think she got arificially inseminated-lol! 

People been hitting me up out the blue the last 2 weeks: TK today talking about warcraft. Sonya yesterday. K. Sisco. 

Thank you GOD for bringing me this far!!

I really hope the LORD directs my steps!!!

God if P/P is YOUR will let it me done and watch over me, thank you for the opportunity!!!!!!

[seasonsbloom]

congrats on 500! very much deserved ☺️ i want to get my ask in early for…..fake dating with bradley. i feel like he’d oddly get really into it, man is a showman thru and thru

♡ pairing ; rooster x female!reader

♡ wc ; 1.2k

♡ warnings ; a creepy dude tries to hit on you?, mentions of alcohol consumption

♡ note ; thank you so so so much for requesting jordan :(( you're so right!!! if this was longer, i definitely would have gotten into rooster pulling out all the stops. that man would buy couple looks for him and his fake girlfriend, change my mind.

The guy is there again.

You spot him across the bar the moment he comes in, so attuned to it by now that it’s all you do. Like there’s some kind of radar newly installed inside of you. You look for him around corners and in supermarkets and especially at night when you do the five-minute trek from your job to your apartment in the dark of the night, only intercepted by flickering streetlights. 

It was fun in the beginning when you met him at the bar: A bit of harmless flirting, a few winks, a number scribbled on a napkin. But then you didn’t call him, too busy and too shy and honestly not interested enough, and suddenly it wasn’t all that fun anymore.

Suddenly, it got scary. Every time you arrive for drinks with your friends, he lingers somewhere at your periphery. By the toilets, by the jukebox, by the pinball machine. Always keeping an eye on you. Always glowering, always nursing a drink, only disappearing outside for periodic breaks and then coming back reeking of cigarettes.

It’s not like he ever does anything, and so you’re too embarrassed to tell your friends about it, to ask them to change locations for your Friday post-work drinks, when the Hard Deck has been a firmly cemented part of the routine for years. What if they laugh at you? What if they think you’re overreacting? What if they tell you not to act like the whole world revolves around you, not to be so full of yourself that you think any guy that looks at you in crowded bars might be a stalker?

So nothing really bad has happened - but the fear is there. Lodged firmly in your chest, sinking its ugly, icy claws into you at every turn. The fear that something could happen, something really, awfully, truly bad. You don’t want to end up on Dateline.

And tonight, you’re alone. One of your friends just canceled, citing a cold, and the other two are stuck in San Diego’s rush-hour traffic. So you’re alone at your usual table in the corner, in a new dress that suddenly seems too short, fidgeting with the glass of gin and tonic in front of you, drawing shapes into the condensation that do nothing to calm the racing of your heart.

You glance at the guy again, just to gauge how far he is from you. But when you spot him leaning against the wall, he’s already looking at you. Your eyes meet, and ice-cold, instantaneous panic trickles into you.

Oh god, you think as he pushes off the wall, as he grins at you, oh god, no. That wasn’t intentional. Oh god.

He pushes his way through the crowd, and you look around, frantic, both hands gripping the table’s edge, heart in your throat, eyes burning, and then… You spot a flicker of something colorful.

“Rooster!”

You rise half out of your chair, waving frantically.

Rooster turns around, genuine confusion on his face. You remember him vaguely from a drunk night a month or two ago when your friend’s friend Phoenix introduced her fellow Naval aviators to you. He’d been nice enough, a little absent-minded, drinking beer and bobbing his head along to Springsteen tunes. Wearing the same fading Hawaiian shirt.

Mostly, you remember his face from a rather embarrassing, rather steamy dream you had about a day or two later. What can you say? The mustache might look like it’s jumped right out of a 70s porno, but it sorta works for you.

Which makes you seriously worry about your taste in men, but that’s beside the point.

He raises an eyebrow but comes over anyway. Smiles at you. Says, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you answer. “You remember me?”

Rooster nods. “Phoenix’s friend, right?”

And then he even repeats your name, and it shouldn’t matter, but it sort of makes your heart stutter. You wish you could indulge in the giddy feeling, in the oh my god, he remembers me of it all, but over his shoulder, the man is still approaching, something unreadable, something dark, something frightening on his face.

You don’t know what you look like, but Rooster’s brows furrow as he looks at you.

“You alright?”

“I…” You pause, wonder if maybe you’ve read too many romance books, wonder if you’ve watched too many Hallmark movies, but then you think fuck it, who cares, whatever. “The guy behind you… he’s been bothering me for some time now.”

Something like anger crosses Rooster’s face. His mustache trembles a little bit. 

“Did he hurt you? I can…”

“No, nothing like that, just….” You shrug, suddenly helpless. “Can you… I know this sounds insane, but will you just pretend to be my boyfriend? Please? Only for like five minutes….”

Your voice starts trailing off towards the end of the sentence. Nerves set in, tingle up your spine, turn your insides liquid. God, this must be the worst idea of all time. You don’t even know Rooster, can’t explain why you’re asking him this.

Just… There's something about him that makes you feel strangely, inexplicably safe. You want him to stay with you a little longer.

Rooster’s throat moves as he swallows, looking down at you with something searching in those brown eyes. That gaze almost makes you squirm on the spot.

And then suddenly, Rooster’s arm is sliding around your waist, his nose is buried in your hair, and he’s whispering, “Sorry for not asking first, I’ll stop touching you in a second.”

In your chest, your heart flutters like a robin. You don’t even want him to stop touching you.

He withdraws, turning both of you to face the guy. He’s stopped just a step or two from your table, brows furrowed over dark, glinting eyes, an expression on his face as if he’s just bitten into a lemon. Your first instinct is to shrink back, to hide behind Rooster, but he gives your waist a reassuring squeeze. 

Suddenly, it’s not so difficult. Suddenly, you don’t feel so afraid. Not with Rooster there.

“You got a problem, pal?” Rooster asks, and you can feel the echoes of his voice rumbling in his chest.

The man’s eyes flicker towards you just for a second, then he looks back at Rooster. Seems to gauge his chances. Deem them relatively low.

He shrugs, jerks his head, disappears into the crowd.

You let out a shuddering breath, letting go of all that fear that’s been building for weeks, that’s been weighing you down more than you’d like to admit.

“Thank you,” you whisper, stepping away from him, leaving the circle of his arms reluctantly. “That… I’m sorry. But thank you. You helped me so much.”

Rooster throws another glance in the direction the man disappeared in, something vigilant in his eyes. Then he looks down at you, and the steel in his gaze dissolves. Eyes, once again, like molten chocolate.

“No worries,” he says, smiling softly. “I’ll leave you to it.”

You nod dumbly, watch his retreating back as you slowly sink down into your chair again.

And then Rooster stops, halfway to the counter, turns around, says your name.

Once he’s sure he has your attention, he smiles, almost bashfully.

He delivers the killing blow, the thing you’re sure you’ll think about for years to come, that will crawl beneath your skin, into your bloodstream, and settle there, live there, grow there.

“I’ll be your boyfriend anytime. Real or fake.”

[zorlok-if]

ROs as vines?

Okay, I've been taking way too long to answer this one. I just watched a bunch of vine compilations and wrote down which ones reminded me of a character for whatever reason.

Dev

Hey sorry didn't see you there I was too busy blocking out the haters

I don't look good in this picture, what's that like?

(The woman trying to take a selfie with the calculator app)

Two shots of vodka

Welcome to physics

Let me see what you have (Dev's the kid, EJ's the parent)

EJ

Well when life gives you lemons

I could've dropped my croissant

My name is Michael with a B

I have to restart my potatoes

Completely giving up

Are they helium balloons

Adam/Eve

Aw, fuck I can't believe you've done this

Oh my god they were roommates

I like that laugh

Yes, a really good book.

Everything's fine.

I don't understand this meme

Lucía

This is the dollar store how good can it be?

Why are you running

I'm a bad bitch you can't kill me

I said whoever threw that paper your mom's a ho

Can I get a waffle, can I please get a waffle

Go suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a motherfuckin dick

Ciel

Good evening

Fuck off Janet I'm not going to your fuckin baby shower

Don't fuck with me, I have the power of God and anime on my side

Starting a kickstarter to put my brother down

And I brought you myrrh, myrrh-der

It's freakin bats. I love Halloween

Danny

(Dude trying to shovel snow and falling)

It's an avocado! Thanks!

(Person who misses the put and throws themself in the water)

Honey, you've got a big storm comin

The power of christ compels you

(Door gets kicked in and it's fuckin big bird)

The Celestial

Welcome to bible study

Oh hi thanks for checking in

So, I'm sittin there, barbeque sauce on my titties

I said bitch where?

There's only one thing worse than a r*pist

Back at it again at Krispy Kreme

Rose

Accept yourself, love yourself

Road work ahead

I have a banana peel on the ground

Give me my hat back, Jordan

Hi my name's Trey I got a basketball game tomorrow

I'm Renata Bliss and I'm your freestyle dance teacher

And then you didn't ask for it but here's a few for Tommy

Stop saying I look like chicken little

It's summer, I got my hat on backwards and it's time to party

Dear diary, today I couldn't find my diary

I can't swim

Zach stop, you're gonna get in trouble (he's filming, you're Zach)

Oh, hello Mrs. Jones! Would you like some Satan cakes? (tbh this one could work for a few characters)

[potterwatch-transcripts]

First Broadcast: January 3rd 1999

Lee Jordan: Good day wizarding world, and welcome to Potterwatch, the Harry Potter fan show voted ‘most obnoxious’ by Ginny Weasley for the second year in the row. My name is River, and with me as always is my lovable scallywag of a cohost, Rapier.

George Weasley: Good morrow fair River.

Lee: a pleasure to see you Rapier. Do we have some news today.

George: Boy howdy do we River. First, we go live to our man in the field, and famed Dolores Umbridge hater, Roonil.

Harry Potter: What up my dudes.

George: Roonil, I hear you have some breaking news for us.

Harry: That’s right Rapier. I’m outside the home of world renowned handsome man, Bill Weasley, trying to gain an interview with the newest addition to the Weasley clan, Victoire.

Bill Weasley: Oi Potter, either feed that baby or bog off.

Harry: Miss Weasley, before I give you your bottle, do you have anything to say to the listeners at home?

Victoire Weasley: Mik.

Harry: No, no milk until you talk to the listeners.

Victoire: MIK

Bill: Oh god she’s doing that weird Veela thing. Give her the milk Harry!

Harry: I don’t know how babies work! Kreacher, come and feed this baby!

Kreacher: Kreacher will not touch the half breed blood traitor.

Harry: Now isn’t really the time for your rubbish Kreacher. Here Victoire, look at the nice toy owl. Oh god why does she have fangs. Did she have teeth when I arrived…she’s mauling me..Kreacher, help.

George: Hello, Roonil? You still there.

Lee: Well that was a disaster. Why are there so many maulings on this show.

George: No idea. Anyway back to news. As the millennium approaches, Minister Shacklebolt has announced measures to ensure the upmost secrecy for wizard celebrations. These include the use of the Quidditch World Cup stadium as an official party venue. Fireworks supplied by Weasleys Wizard Wheezes.

Lee: Nice Plug.

George: Cheers. And finally from news. Ronald B Weasley, professional sidekick and unprofessional ginger, assisted in the capture of a death eater today in Andorra. The identity of said death eater is unknown, but is believed to be Antonin Dolohov.

Lee: Not a fan of Dolohov. He tried to curse me like three times.

George: What a git. Ron Weasley was engaged in a duel on the slopes of an Andorran mountain alongside several representatives from the Spanish ministry. It is believed Dolohov chose to hide in Andorra due to the tiny wizarding population, and was only found by Weasley when he accidentally skied into him.

Lee: I didn’t know Ron could ski.

George: He can’t. Hence he skied into Dolohov. After a duel of over an hour, it is reported Weasley swore loudly, tripped over a rock and managed to curse Dolohov while the Death Eater was laughing.

Lee: Truly he deserves his order of Merlin. Such bravery. Thank you Rapier. And now we have a special guest. Please join me in welcoming Robespierre.

Fleur Delacour: Salut mes amis. I am worried now that Harry, pardon, Roonil is being hurt my…a bay.

Lee: No worries Robespierre, Roonil has survived more vicious maulings than that.

Fleur: That is not helping.

Lee: So Robespierre, you know Harry Potter very well. Is he as dreamy as everyone say?

Fleur: Harry is a nice young man, mais he is not really my type. Ma soeur, Gabrielle, now she is a big fan of Harry’s. She has threatened to duel miss weasley for his heart, but I am not thinking this is a good idea. It would be making Christmas dinner tres difficult at the Weasley house.

Lee: Potter to date a Veela? You heard it first hear folks. Sensational news.

Fleur: Merde.

Lee: Now Robespierre, since moving to the UK, you have gotten married, fought in a major war, and learnt how to knit. Which achievement are you most proud of.

Fleur: oh the knitting. In France we defeat dark wizards, how you say, on the reg.

Lee: Are there many dark wizards in France? I can’t think of one off the top of my head.

Fleur: No, because we do our jobs en France. We defeat ze evil wizards before they get too powerful. Not like en Angleterre where you let Voldemort rise. Is silly.

Lee: Didn’t one of Grindlewald’s top lieutenants come from France? And he recruited his first army in Paris?

Fleur: No I do not think this is true.

George: I’m pretty sure he’s right. What was her name. Raisin, Rosé, Rosia. I wish I’d listened in history of magic.

Fleur: Non non you are mistaken.

Lee: Rosier. That was it.

Fleur: oh yes her. Well zis was fun. Aurevoir.

Lee: Thank you Robespierre. Well Witches and Wizards, this was excellent as always. I was magnificent.

George: As was I. Next episode the password will be ‘Sock’ in honour of Dobby the Great, true king of the house elves, breaker of chains, whooper of ass. I’ve been Rapier.

Lee: and I’ve been River. Goodnight.

[blindrapture]

TUESDAY JUNE 7TH, 2011 (The Minotaur of Lloret de Mar)

10:22 AM Oh my god, I’m sleeping a lot. C’mon, Jordan. We don’t want to sleep too much. You never know what the fuck’ll happen if we sleep too much. Let’s get a move on.

10:57 AM Well, I’m in. ..what the fuck, blue sky? There’s a blue sky here. I’m keeping my crowbar close.

11:06 AM This whole town looks completely normal. Blue sky, perfectly well-kept buildings, clean streets, lots of people around, normal people…

11:14 AM I swear I just heard someone whisper “el bufon blanco.” People are looking at me.Fuck. They’re all looking at me. I’m going down this alley.

11:16 AM I was expecting something like getting mugged or something. This is much worse. The sky is red again, the streets are scattered with puddles of blood, I hear cawing in every direction, gunshots and screams in various, and just.. oh my god. The buildings are torn apart. I think I just left a rabbit hole. I didn’t realize I was in one.

11:24 AM Graffiti on the walls. Everyone loves graffiti. A lot of it’s in Spanish. Well, there’s some English. “WHERE ARE YOUR SLCEMS NOW, PUTAS?” “HELL FROM THE SKIES” That sounds like a Pantera album. “COLD BOY” And that sounds like a Lady Gaga song. “CONVOCATION IS CAWS” ”Convocation.” The Thunderbirds are the Convocation, apparently. “WHAT DID DOCTOR CLOUD DISCOVER IN THE GENERA?” Well, that’s cryptic. “DRAW A STAIRWAY FOR MY GOD TO SPITE THE SOFA OF MY FAITH” ”^ UHH WHAT” “^THE WORDS OF DEGAN ALLEN.” ”^ WHEN DID HE SAY THAT, THAT SOUNDS RETARDED.” ”^ LOWEST POINT, NEWFAG.” ”^ YOU’RE THE NEWFAG; THE LINE IS ‘DAWN, I STILL WAIT FOR MY GOD DESPITE THE SELF-HELP OF MY FAITH,’ JACKASS.” Oh my god, “Draw a stairway for my God” is written all over by different handwritings below. These guys are dicks. “WHILE WE’RE ON THE TOPIC OF DEGAN ALLEN, SATCH BOOGIE ROCKS.” ”^ YEAH, BUT WHICH ONE IS PINK?” “EL BUFON BLANCO AQUI” Aqui. I don’t know what aqui means. “THE CHURCH IS SAFE” Ah! A lead! Okay, gotta find the church, then.

11:45 AM “Draw a stairway for my God” is written everywhere now, oh my god. That first guy must feel like a real idiot.

11:52 AM I have no idea where the church is. And there is a lot of blood around here. SHIT

12:00 PM I had to hide. It was a group of people with shotguns. I heard some of them mention me— that is, “el bufon blanco.” I also heard one mention “el rio,” and “el iglesia.” Now, those happen to be words I actually know. “El iglesia’s”… okay, it’s either ice cream, England, or a church. But I’m pretty sure those people would be talking about a church, so I think it’s probably that. “El rio,” when not talking about the town or Duran Duran, is.. uh… either a casino or a river. I think. So I just have to look for a casino or a river, and I’ll.. probably.. figure it out.

12:14 PM Holy goddamn Hoover Dam. That’s a river, alright. There’s a river of blood here. I’m guessing this river used to be a street. A big street. I see strip clubs down there. I’m not supposed to cross this river, am I?

12:22 PM Graffiti outside this pizza shop. “CHURCH ON THE OTHER SIDE OF RIVER” Me and my big mouth. …“DRAW A STAIRWAY FOR MY GOD.”

12:23 PM Alright. How the hell am I gonna cross this river? ..how deep is it? ew Huh, I can just wade across. So I’ll do that.

12:25 PM Oh my god I hate thisrrrffff OH GOD GO FASTER GO FASTER THERE’S A FUCKING …I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS BUT WHATEVER IT IS, IT’S FAR DOWN THE RIVER AND COMING THIS WAY THIS IS A BIG RIVER

12:27 PM Oh my god that’s a Minotaur. There’s a fucking Minotaur coming after me. Run, legs. Run.

12:28 PM DUDE OH GOD Made it. …IT’S STILL AFTER ME, RUN

12:29 PM I’M LOST IN THE WRONG SIDE OF THE RIVER THE BUILDINGS ARE A MAZE OH GOD HELP

12:30 PM blue sky I didn’t even enter an alley. I’m just back in a rabbit hole. ..people everywhere looking at me fuuuuuck. And my pants are soaked in blood at the bottom. And I’m carrying a crowbar. I look extremely suspicious.

12:32 PM Yeaaaah, I’m just gonna walk into this building here, stop looking at me.

12:33 PM RED SKY, I’ve never been so happy to see you. Oh hey, graffiti. “CHURCH THIS WAY” “ALSO WATCH OUT FOR THE MINOTAUR" Oh hey, thanks.

12:35 PM ..I can hear the Minotaur trotting nearby. “CHURCH ->” Okay, I think I should be able to make it if it stays this easy. It’s just Jordan in the Minotaur’s Maze. With a crowbar.

12:37 PM And okay, I just.. what. There are several different alleys and footpaths to go down, and no sign to let me know where to go. ..I hear the Minotaur coming. I need to make a decision.

12:38 PM This was a rabbit hole. Fuck that, going back. OH HELLO MINOTAUR I WAS JUST, UH… GOING INTO THIS RABBIT HOLE! Okay, so much for that. It looks like it’s Jordan in the Minotaur’s Rabbit Hole Maze. With a crowbar.

12:39 PM Let’s fucking do this, into this building. Great, more paths. Let’s take a left. Rabbit hole, four directions. Let’s go forward. Still rabbit hole. Five directions. Uh.. right.

12:40 PM Lloret, three directions. Left. Still Lloret, oh my god. Seven directions, and I can hear trotting coming from somewhere, but the echo in this place… I can’t figure it out. Forward-right.

12:41 PM I’m at the seaside. No churches here, but I see some strings on the beach. Not approaching ‘em, no way. There’s gotta be at least a couple dozen paths back into town from here, so which one will I pick? ..this one. Rabbit hole! ..four choices. Left, forward, up or down. Let’s go down, deeper into the rabbit hole.

12:42 PM ..this is a forest. Trees surround me; I can go anywhere from here. I hear some rustling from the right, so fuck that shit, let’s go left. Forward. Forward-right. Forward. Left. …random wall. Back. c,old whoa hi, uh.. it’s the little kid. From Berga. The kid doesn’t know how to get back; I asked him. I also asked if he wanted to come along with me, as I do intend on finding my way out. He didn’t answer. He just started reciting “Old King Cole.” I don’t like “Old King Cole.” I grew up listening to Genesis’ “The Musical Box,” which had an excerpt from it before cutting back to the main song, and I’m still so used to that. The real version of the nursery rhyme just sounds off to me as a result.

12:46 PM The kid’s following me. He looks cold. But it’s pretty warm here.. wherever we are. I asked him where we are. He said “Xanadu.” o_o Like the Rush song? He wants to get out of here. I told him I did too.

12:47 PM I just took four rights. But I’m in a different place.

12:50 PM Oh my goodness, there’s a ladder. ..the kid’s gone. Fuck it, I’m going up this ladder.

12:52 PM I’m back in the Minotaur’s Maze. I hear stomping very nearby. Left, right, or forwards? ..forwards.

12:53 PM BACKWARDS BACKWARDS BACKWARDS RIGHT NOW LEFT FORWARD RIGHT FORWARD FORWARD FORWARD UP THIS FUCKING STAIRCASE OH GOD DEAD-END. Minotaur Minotaur Minotaaauurrr. …bring it on.

12:54 PM Got him in the eye, now I’m running again oh god! Right! Forward! Left! Right! Left! Forward! Forward! Leeeeeft I hear him Left Right Forward forward left forward Right forward right backward left forward Up this staircase ForwHIDE

12:57 PM There’s a woman on a motorbike. She’s driving by, I’m hiding. ..Minotaur just got fucking shot in the face. Oh my god, the Minotaur’s dead. The lady on the bike is telling me I can come out now. Says to call her “I-330.”

1:04 PM I-330 told me I should turn back now. She said the church is just up ahead, but they’re not gonna let me in. In fact, I’m gonna get shot on sight. Because I’m el bufon blanco, the White Jester. Fucking “Jester;” “bufon’s” a false cognate. I asked why the White Jester’s a bad thing. She said I’m a terrorist and a murderer. I’m “the worst of the Harlequin’s pets,” because I’m after very high figures in the resistance. I tried to explain that I don’t have a choice, and she said I do; I can choose to fight back. She didn’t let me reply. “Just.. watch out. I’d turn back if I were you, White Jester.” Right before she drove off, I asked if she knew what Rapture was. She looked at me. She looked past me. She said “Yes.” I asked what, and she just said “It’s coming. That’s all you need to know.” Then she drove off. So I’m the White Jester. The resistance hates me, wants me dead. Maybe I really shouldn’t go to the church. …but then again, maybe I should. If they won’t let me in, I’ll look elsewhere for Rimara.

1:08 PM Oh my god, that’s a huge church. The towers are colourful. Or maybe that’s just blood. ..I’m gonna knock on the door and ask to be let in. It didn’t work for Solid Snake, but it might work for me.

1:09 PM Maybe nobody’s home HI HI

1:10 PM I asked to be let in, they asked who I am. I asked who they thought. He said “George Jetson.” What a card. So I just said my name. They’re thinking it over now. ..they’re letting me in. This’ll be the first time in my entire life that I’ve set foot in a church.

1:12 PM THEY ALL PULLED PITCHFORKS ON ME Crowbar’s ready.

1:58 PM Hello, Gregori Rimara. I’m raising my crowbFUCKER WHERE ARE YOU GOING FUCK He’s going out to the streets, the maze of streets. WAIT, I NEED TO KILL YOU!

2:03 PM I must have killed, like, a whole squad of rebels, but I can’t catch up to Gregori. ..I-330’s motorbike. Seriously? This isn’t a trap or something? …awesome.

2:11 PM GOT HIM, oh my god. I spotted him, stuck my crowbar out, and I got him. Okay, uh… huh. He’s dead, alright. Yeah, you can’t get much deader than that. Blunt object at high speeds to the head. Yeah. I’m getting the fuck out of this crazy town and putting this entire adventure out of my head. o_e

2:29 PM Motorbikes can go through rabbit holes, whoo. Fuck this maze shit; I’m looking for an expressway or something.

2:30 PM There’s a big sign here that says “Expressway.” …huh.

2:33 PM WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I CAN FEEL THE WIIIND BLOWING THROUGH MY ATTRACTIVE YOUNG BLONDE HAIR. ;D Actually, I can’t. Speed limit’s 10 miles an hour. …ah, what the fuck. There’s nobody around.

2:34 PM I FEEL YOUNG AGAIN :DDDDDD

2:59 PM If you were to ask me where the hell I am now, I wouldn’t be able to answer you. There are some cats wandering around. Normal cats. And there’s a green bus right there. Double-decker. Just sittin’ there, too. This looks like a baaad neighbourhood. The houses look like giant watermelons, but on fire. And there’s a guy over there who’s got two heads. I’m looking for an exit to this rabbit hole.

3:01 PM Mister Two-Head over there’s eating a pumpkin. I keep going past this street but then I just end up driving right back into it. It’s like an endless loop of this neighbourhood. I think I’m gonna look around.

3:03 PM Mister Two-Head’s name is Ryan. Ryan Tuhed, actually. Huh.

3:04 PM Checking out the watermelon house here. That’s on fire.

3:05 PM Holy shit. Journal, do you remember that one room, back on the first day of this Rapture shit? And there was a room with a TV and a chess table? Kinda? Yeah, well… it’s giant now. Like, I’m the size of a cockroach or something. And also, I’m in it. In case that wasn’t obvious.

3:10 PM It took me five minutes to walk from one end of the room to the other. Where the hell am I supposed to go? ..there’s a giant air vent there.

3:18 PM Finally reached it, and I’m in now. Not sure where I’m going. Holy fuck I’m in a spaceship. There’s that Sun of Nothing again, the giant eye. It’s watching me. I’m buying some curtains.

3:30 PM I’ve looked all over this little spaceship, and I can’t seem to find any clue as to where I’m supposed to go. I mean, there’s one locked door, but I doubt the exit’s in there. Then again, I’ve been wrong before.

3:35 PM Okay, how am I gonna open this goddamn door. ..oh my god duh, crowbar, hello. I’m stupid. Kay, here goes.

3:36 PM It’s pretty dark in there. LET’S DO IT. I can’t see shit Took a right. Still not sure where I am. FFU Nearly fell down something. I’m now crossing a bridge. I think. Kay, uh.. just hugging the walls now, where do I go. …I heard a growl. I’m running. found a crawlspace oh my god hurry

3:39 PM LIGHT. Oh. What. Wait. I think it’s a Metallica concert. What the hell, let’s watch.

3:42 PM “Fuel.” waitwaitwait GIMME FUE GIMME FAI GIMME DABAJABAZAH! ..the whole crowd is booing, the entire crowd is booing. They’re chanting “Frayed Ends of Sanity.” Over and over. All together.

3:43 PM Holy shit, Metallica’s actually playing it. I gotta admit, the crowd has good taste. I love this song, nice and proggy when it gets going.

3:50 PM “And Justice For All,” they’re chanting. And so the band plays it.

4:00 PM “One.” They play it.

4:18 PM “Blackened.” They play it.

4:24 PM “To Live is to Die.” Sheesh, why not just ask to play the whole Justice album, guys? It’d be easier.

4:35 PM “Dyer’s Eve.” And so they play it.

4:40 PM Then they go back to “Frayed Ends of Sanity.” o_o I’m getting out of here.

4:42 PM Holy shit, Neil Peart is out here. I’m so talking to him.

4:50 PM Neil says this is called the Camper Festival. All day, every day. The crowd forces bands to go up and play their most progressive pieces. Neil says, if they ask for “2112” again, he’s gonna punch a guy in the face. I asked if he knows the way out. He does, though he can’t take it, himself. Not until Rush has played. It’s out that door right there. Finally, I asked him if he knows what the hell Rapture is. He stared at me like I was crazy. Then he said “It’s coming.” Going now.

4:52 PM On my way out, I saw Peter freaking Gabriel. Of Genesis fame. He told me, first, that “Rapture is coming” (like I didn’t already know), and that Phil’s gone missing. Phil Collins, that is. ..now I’m going!

4:55 PM This is reality, oh my god finally. Red sky. I seem to be far from Lloret. Good. I’m fucking starving.

4:58 PM ..seriously, a gas station? Where there’s a gas station, there’s food!

5:50 PM Man, I was hungry. I also decided to look at the list of people to convert. I’ve converted everyone Mistress told me to. There were only three. So what do I do now? Do I just head back? I mean, I suppose. I imagine getting back will be the fun part. I’m gonna walk along this road until I find a house.

6:42 PM Found one. I’m gonna rest up long tonight. I have a long journey home ahead of me, and I plan on looking for as many rabbit holes as I can find to make the journey quicker. So for now, I’m sleeping. Night-night, journal. We’ll be seeing Donnie soon enough. :3

(Attached: “Cringing as I am at Jordan’s behaviour through these logs, I feel it necessary to insert an anecdote of a.. relatively older Jordan, as told from an outside perspective, to perhaps colour the reading experience in a different way. The following took place, I believe, when the two of us went our way through Europe for some errand or two. Jordan and I, being old friends by this point, spent our journey catching up on old times and old humour. On many occasions, he would point at some sight and try to find something witty to say about it, much like he appears to do in his solitary scribblings. Now, a lot of the things he pointed out were such things as blown-up schools, flooded streets, amputee strangers limping along their empty shell of an everyday life, shriveled up and soggy Gingerbread Men lying in gutters and coughing up sprinkles, and landscapes soaked with dried-up blood, so his wit didn’t always work. But I’m not here to critique his jokes; I’m here to suggest a point about a companion. There was one instance in particular that still sticks to my memory: He saw a spidercat that had had four of its legs torn off, its mandibles mangled, and its extra eyes poked out, and he pointed at it and said, --- Look, it’s a cat. I shifted my eyes and said I didn’t really want to look at it. So he tilted his head and asked why not. -- There’s enough suffering, I replied, folding my arms. He looked at the poor spidercat again, curled up under a wooden table in a house’s front yard and trying to sleep and forget, and then he looked back at me, frowning. --- I didn’t mean… -- Forget about it, it’s fine, let’s just keep moving. Where are we now, Poland? He nodded and followed me down the street. I asked how much further it was to.. whatever our destination was at the time. --- A few hundred miles? I dunno, we can ask EAT when we find her. -- Where did it go, anyway? --- Didn’t say. He squeaked a little, then cleared his throat. --- I don’t know. It usually tells me. I slowed down to let him catch up and put my hand on his back. He looked at me and forced a smile. As we walked, he asked me about time travel, how that went. I told him it works, it’s just a little more limited than I’d expected. --- Doesn’t this mean that you could just.. leave this all behind? You could go back to the way things were, the way the world used to be. -- I guess. I’ve only done it once, and it didn’t last long enough, maybe there are adverse effects if I stay for too long. Or… I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. Been caught up in trying to help the world as it is now, y’know? --- That makes sense. Then we walked in silence.”)

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