#which is why they ask you to pick if you are hispanic as an add-on to being white / black. and why suddenly we dont like

[bleuberrygliscor]

are you implying that italians are not white on that jan 6th olive garden post

That I think they arent? absolutely not! but white supremacists play fast and loose with who is the "acceptable" white and who isnt. For a long while Italians werent the "right kind of white" and were shunned next to any other non-white minority as a "to be removed" item. up until relatively recently (around the early 1900's or so) they were ignored, until it became clear that the white population was being "outnumbered" and they needed to make a call on how to deal with that. their decision was to expand the idea of the "pure white race" to italians and irish people, rather begrudgingly, because the actual definition of whiteness is really silly and arbitrary and just comes down to how pale you are in the end, so you can totally recruit anyone to your cause by lying to them and pretending you wont backstab them when you will, just later on down the line.

As of now, Italians are clear in their eyes, since the New PM is extremely conservative and a woman, easy to play identity politics with and try to undermine progressive ideals with "BuT FEMiniSM???"

I just found it extremely ironic that a group of hard right conservatives would choose to dine at an Italian restaurant, given how extremely anti-Italian most folks like that are, especially since Italians are sterotyped to be Catholic and we all know how Evangelicals feel about Any Other Form of Christianity.

[nostalgicfun]

Coco shouldn't be in your Halloween movies collection post. Coco is about the day of the dead, thats a mexican tradition about honoring and remembering our loved ones who passed away. Thats nothing like halloween. I asked you kindly to remake your post and out that movie away.

Good afternoon! Thank you for reaching out about the inclusion of Coco! 😊

Coco was added directly to this list by my roommate (and best friend of over a decade!) Leo, who is not only from Mexico, but has played as a Mariachi since he was 14! Leo and his family moved here from Villa Guerrero in the late 90s, and I have learned so, so incredibly much from him and his family since we met ten years ago!

I was making this list while sitting and talking with Leo and was complaining that I was still several movies short. He took one look at the list and said “you forgot Coco!”

I told him that it was a lineup of traditionally spooky movies, and that it would probably be best for me not to include it, and that I had it written down in my doc file to make a separate post about it on the appropriate day. Leo (who has the patience of a saint lol) sat down and explained that as long as Coco is NOT referred to as a Halloween movie, it’s okay in his eyes (and we texted his sister for double validation) to include it on a “Season of Scares” list, as long as I acknowledge that it is NOT a Halloween movie on the day that it comes up. Believe it or not, that’s actually the direct reason why the list is called “Season of Scares” rather than a Halloween lineup; Leo suggested taking out the Halloween phrasing!

He talked about that fact that Coco is commonly completely excluded from October movie lineups with the reasoning “iT’s NoT a HaLlOwEen mOvIe” (his mocking tone, not mine lol) and that leaving it out altogether is, in his opinion, more hurtful in the long run than including it to start with. He’d like to see more people enjoy his culture as long as they can accept and respect Mexican culture for what it is!

As soon as I made the first post, I did queue up a scheduled post for the 16th(the day Coco is on the list) that explains that this was Leo’s personal pick and to ensure that viewers know that it is NOT a Halloween movie! 😊 I have attached a screenshot of said post below.

That being said, you did make me aware that I said “Halloween season” in the original post one time, which I was trying hardcore to avoid, so thank you for making me aware of that. I am deleting all reblogs of this post on my blog and removing the word "Halloween" from the original post. The list is supposed to be a fun autumn/ “spooky” lineup created with the intent to offer fun alternatives to the horror-movie based lineups we usually see this time of year!

I hope this clarifies things. I would absolutely never do anything to step on anyone’s toes. For years I wouldn’t even make traditionally Hispanic dishes for dinner until one day Leo’s mom was like “you know you’re allowed to make tacos at home, right? You can make tacos. You’re not saying you invented tacos you’re allowed to cook them.”

OKAY ADDITIONALLY: I started typing up this response at work. Things like this rattle me pretty bad, so before posting this I walked over and talked to the leader of the LatinX Club here on campus, who is Mexican (as are over 80% of the members) to make sure it was okay of me to stick with what Leo said. I didn't want to come off as "WeLl aCkshUalLy" so I showed her this ask, as well as the lineup and the post I have queued for Coco. Her sentiments seemed to mirror Leo’s: “Add Coco, but speak up! Raise awareness! It’s NOT a Halloween movie, yeah, but it deserves a spot on a spooky list nonetheless!” She, without knowing what Leo said, added that it’s better for non-Hispanic people to add it than to not acknowledge its existence at all, as long as they understand it’s not a Halloween movie! (And I did let her know I'm removing the word "Halloween" from the original post)

In addition, she had a suggestion for ANOTHER Day of the Dead movie that often gets overlooked: The Book of Life! Even I’d never heard of this one, and apparently it’s a Guillermo del Toro movie!? She described it as “Coco adjacent” and told me to “get Sweeney Todd off of that list! That’s not even a little kid friendly. You should have The Book of Life before you have Sweeney Todd." She also pointed out that it has a mostly Hispanic cast!

So on Sweeney Todd's designated day we will be acknowledging The Book of Life instead, as per Mrs. Diaz's request! I was already doubtful about including Sweeney Todd because it's a bit more graphic than I prefer on this blog, so this is basically exactly what I was looking for! ♡

In addition, Mrs. Diaz urges everyone to go see yet another Hispanic (Colombian, I believe) Disney movie coming out: Encanto! Like The Book of Life and Coco, it also features a predominantly Hispanic cast! It will be released this November and focuses on a Colombian family, their culture, and their meaning of family! She points out that non-white Disney movies (and non-white children's movies in general) don't have a history of doing spectacularly in (at?) the box office, so it's important for everyone who wants to support this movie to do so to the best of their ability! (Yes she is sitting beside me while I write this, sorry for the ad lol)

Okay now I’m done. I know internet promises mean just about nothing, but I promise with ever fiber of my miserable little being I would never, EVER step on anyone’s toes or post anything willfully ignorant. Thank you so much for making me aware of the fact that my wording was harmful so that I could rectify the post and prevent any further hurt feelings or misunderstandings!

[silvermistcosmos]

Hellooo I adore your writing!!🥰 I would love to be romantically shipped with BTS. Im 23, hispanic and love to dance, hang with friends, watch movies, drink, binge watch shows, read books, and listen to music 24/7! I’m 5’4, brown eyes with black medium length hair. Idk if I should add anything else so I’ll leave it a that lol😂 looking forward to ur ship and also all your future writings!!

Anon🦋

ahhhh, hi there anonie! first of all, thank you so much for participating in this ship game!!! and secondly, thank you for liking my pieces!! I’ve only been here for a little less than a week now so I’m so blown away by how many people have liked my work. you have 100% just made my day 200x better! 🥺💕

I ship you with...Jungkook! 

I don’t know why, but when you first sent in the ask, my first thought was Jungkook 100%! I just feel like you two could get along so well as it seems that you guys have similar interests. idk! but, I made a lil’ scenario for you! <3

pairing - Jungkook x 🦋 anon

genre - fluff // blurb

wordcount - 236

warning(s) - Jungkook teasing you...cuz yes, i just know he would 

a/n -  if you would like to be shipped as well, check out my Enhypen & BTS ship game

"Jungkook...stop!" You whined out, puffing your cheeks and crossing your arms.

He looked at you with doe eyes and a teasing smile. To the outside view, he would look innocent, but you knew otherwise, "What was that? I can't hear you from down there!" He bent down to your height, keeping a chuckle from escaping him.

You glared, "Kook, I'm seriously not that short! I blame you and your tallness!" Your rolled your eyes, giving him a slight push to his shoulder.

He gasped, placing his hand to his heart, dramatically, "I feel like you just indirectly complimented me. Muchas gracias, (thank you very much)" He paused when you lifted a brow, "But of course a short person would think I'm tall!" He continued, clutching his stomach in laughter as you furrowed your eyebrows, heaving a loud sigh.

"What did I get myself into?" You shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Jungkook shrugged, “But you like it, eh eh?” He joked, poking your cheek. 

“Whatever...let’s just sit down and pick a show to watch. I’m really tired.”

He nodded, taking your hand in his and sitting you both on the couch. He turned the tv on, positioning your head on his lap to which you happily compiled, caressing his knee with your fingertips. 

After you found a drama to watch, he moved his hands to your hair, gently stroking it, “I find your height linda (cute) by the way” 

[beauty-and-passion]

Silly fun challenge prompt: what languages do you associate with the Sides/what would be the 2nd language each Side learn?

For example I am a big fan of Hispanic (Spanish speaking) Creativitwins fanon. And c! Thomas too could've learnt Spanish in high school and the fact his love interest is hispanic too just makes perfect sense-

And in contrast to Hispanic twins I headcanon Janus as a francophone (French speaking) for two reasons: 1) it was still lingua franca around Victorian era, his aesthetic inspiration and 2) dividing American high school by Spanish class vs. French class is like causing Civil War (I was and still am a language nerd, so I learnt both languages, which was a mistake but the kind of mistake that was worth it when you think about it later)

German suites Logan since lots of famous philosophers are German. I associate Japanese or Korean with Virgil since those two are really dominant in the current subculture world (and maybe our emo could've been inspired and turn into E-boy - wow that sounds terrifying)

I don't have strong preference on Patton's but Italian sounds nice, since all those music and dessert and anything sweet are often from Italy. And maybe 'Orange' can be some language that sounds harsh like Russian, so he can murmur in that in sleep and scares everyone else

I know you're in Europe: 1) you use GMT and 2) Americans wouldn't care about Eurovision. So I wonder how you would think based on your European experience!

Oooh, I like this! As European Who Studied Languages, I definitely approve this and I'll gladly add my two cents about which languages the sides should learn.

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Roman: He canonically knows Spanish and that's perfect like that. Spanish is a romantic language, someone speaks Spanish and you can't help but swoon. It’s a great choice for the Side responsible for romance and passion.

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Remus: Remus isn't just intrusive thoughts, but there’s a very high chance he’s also responsible for Thomas' sexual urges. So, what is the language made for sex? You’re right, it’s French. French is sexy. You can say anything in French and bam, ✨sexy ✨.

"Je sors la poubelle." Sexy, isn't it? Well, I just said "I'm taking out the trash". See? Very sexy.

(French people, please confirm my words. We all know it’s true)

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Janus: Your points are incredibly valid and I love them. But if we should choose among all languages, I would love Janus to be one of the very few (extremely few) people in the world who can speak Latin.

I know Latin is a dead language, but it would be great - and not just because of the connection with his name.

Let’s consider that the other Romance languages, despite evolving from Latin, cannot entirely understand it, because they all changed a lot through the centuries after mixing with the Germanic ones. On the other hand, the Germanic languages (English, German, Swedish and so on) are part of a completely different group, only slightly influenced by Latin, so they cannot understand it.

In other words, Janus would speak a language that only sounds familiar - and maybe you can grasp a couple words here and there if you know a romance language, but the true meaning is hidden. What is he actually saying? Who knows. Is he actually cursing someone? Who knows. After all, do you understand Latin? Yeah, me neither.

If I have to pick a language that is still spoken today instead, I think I'll join you with French. Your points are valid and French is a very elegant language, fitting for Janus’ whole aesthetic. So yes, French could work.

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Logan: German is a great choice and you are absolutely right with your point about the philosophers. Also German is a language of harsh sounds and strict grammar rules - for example:

declensions that should be used accordingly for articles, adjectives and nouns

specific verbs for specific meanings

words made by putting together shorter words (like Haustürschlüssel.  Haustür means “front door”, Schlüssel means “key” -> this word means “front door’s key”)

sentences that should follow a specific construction, with parts of the compound verb after the noun and part at the end of the sentence. And secondary phrases also have a specific syntax and should always be introduced by a comma

In other words, it's a very organized language and I think it would fit Logan.

But also, considering that almost all words related to science and philosophy come from Greek, I think Logan should at least understand some Greek. As a treat.

(Also because Greek is another incredibly complicated language, so if someone has the patience to learn it, it’s definitely Logan.)

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Virgil: oh my gosh, I never thought about an eastern language for Virgil. In a way, it would be a very peculiar choice and I kinda like it. Japanese and Korean are extremely complicated languages, they have a very specific alphabet (I'm especially thinking about the Japanese one, that even asks for a specific direction to write words) and require a lot of work (and memory) to learn them.

But Virgil is also a poet and when I think of poets and sonnets my first connection is with the french ennui, le mal du vivre and especially Baudelaire and his works. Virgil would appreciate Baudelaire a lot. So French, again.

But hey, there’s too much French now. So I’ll pick the other european literature full of sadness: the russian one.

Russian is supposed to be a big scary language and its alphabet is weird and omg what if they're cursing us? But if you learn it a little bit, you’ll find out that Russian has a lot of soft/open sounds (due to a good use of vowels) and it's very poetic.

So the language itself is a bit like Virgil: he seems scary and evil at a first glance, but if you learn about him, he's actually kinder than he looks.

But never underestimate Russian, because just like Anxiety, fear is just behind the corner: you start learning it and wow, there is just one present tense, one past tense and one future tense? This is great, what a wonderful language!

And then, before you’ll realize it, you will find out that each verb has a “doppelganger” used for entirely different purposes AND there a gazillion verbs of motion and you will end up crying on the floor, because there are just too many verbs - and look, there are also one trillion particles you can put before these verbs and they give them EVEN MORE MEANINGS.

No, this isn't entirely based on my personal experience, what makes you think that.

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Patton: I have never thought about Patton learning another language, because English just fits him too well.

But when you proposed Italian... well, my heart just wiped out everything else. There is nothing here, only Patton speaking Italian.

So yes, Patton's second language should be Italian. No, it must be Italian. Because French is the language of sex, Spanish is the language of love, but if you want to declare your eternal love to someone, you use Italian. Do you want to marry someone? Italian. Do you want to tell your significant other how much you adore them? Italian. Italian has one million ways to express love and Patton should use them all with his kiddos.

And yes, Italian is also associated with warm people, warm places and good food, all things Patton deserves and should enjoy. So Italian is a big yes.

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Orange: since Orange is a mystery, I am a bit torn between these two languages:

1) Esperanto: This language is amazing, because it isn’t a natural language, born like all others, but it has been built by a man, who wanted to create an universal language in order to foster world peace and international understanding.

So this language has been created to be as simple as possible, with a very regular grammar (unlike all other natural languages) and its words all have references to other language groups (romance, germanic, slavic, indo-europeans, finno-ugric languages and so on).

And if you actually listen to it (especially if you know some latin languages) you will find it weirdly understandable. I found this video in particular and I was impressed by how strangely familiar esperanto sounds.

And... that’s it, I just think it would be kinda poetic that the last side knows a language that all others can use and understand.

2) A Greenlandic language. Why? Because they are insanely polysynthetic.

What does that mean? If in German you can make words by putting together other two/three words (like in the example I used before), in the Greenlandic languages you can build an entire sentence by putting together nouns, verbs, articles and everything else. All together in one single word, whose meaning can be translated with an entire sentence in another language.

Do you want an example? Here is an example from Wikipedia: tuntussuqatarniksaitengqiggtuq.

Yes, this is a word.

This word is from the Yupik language and means "He had not yet said again that he was going to hunt reindeer.". And this word is made of:

tuntu- (= reindeer)

ssur-  (= hunt)

qatar- (future tense)

ni- (= say)

ksaite- (negative)

ngqiggte- (= again)

uq  (3rd.sing.IND)

Is this insane? This is fucking insane. Do you want to be scared? This is real fear. What the heck. How. Why.

You know what? This is perfect for Orange, I’ll leave Esperanto to Thomas. Orange deserves to be this scary. I can already see the other sides quiver before him.

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And so, here are my guesses! If someone has other ideas, feel free to add yours and tell us why, so we can all have a nice discussion :D

[uomo-accattivante]

I recently came across a bunch of press articles and photos about Oscar Isaac that are so old, they appear to be out-of-print and pre-date social media. Considering they were probably never digitally transcribed for internet access, I’m guessing that the majority of current fans have never seen this stuff.

Even though a lot of these digital scans are challenging to read because they are the original fuzzy news print, I think there some gems worth sharing with you guys. Over the next several weeks, I will transcribe and share those gems on this page. Hope you enjoy them!

Let’s start with this fantastic 2001 profile piece done before Oscar was accepted into Juilliard:

South Florida’s rising star isn’t just acting the part

By Christine Dolen - cdolen@herald.com

February 4, 2001

As fifth-graders at Westminster Christian School in Miami, Oscar Isaac and his classmates were asked to write a story as if they were animals on Noah’s Ark. Oscar turned in a seven-page play – with original music – from the perspective of a platypus. Then he starred in the production his teacher directed.

He hasn’t stopped expressing himself creatively since. Today, Isaac is one of South Florida’s busiest young theater actors, and certainly its hottest. And not just because he’s a slender five-feet nine-inches tall with an expressively handsome face and glistening brown eyes.

Since making his professional debut as a Cuban hustler in Sleepwalkers at Area Stage in July 1999, he has played an explosive Vietnam vet in Private Wars for Horizons Repertory, a pot-smoking slacker in This Is Our Youth at GableStage, another Cuban on the make in Praying With the Enemy at the Coconut Grove Playhouse, the entrancing narrator of Side Man at GableStage, a Havana-based writer in Arrivals and Departures for the new Oye Rep and, most recently, a young Fidel Castro in When It’s Cocktail Time in Cuba at New York’s Cherry Lane Theater.

Beginning Wednesday, he’ll be juggling five roles in City Theatre’s annual Winter Shorts festival, first at the Colony Theatre in Miami Beach, then at the Broward Center for the Performing Arts. But that is not all: During the two weeks he is doing Winter Shorts, he’ll also be playing dates with the punk-ska band The Blinking Underdogs (www.blinkingunderdogs.com), which features him as lead singer, guitarist and songwriter.

Oh, and he just got back from auditioning for New York’s prestigious Juilliard School of Drama.

All this for a guy a month shy of his 22nd birthday.

Sure, you could hate a guy who’s that talented, that charismatic, that transparently ambitious. But the people who have worked with Oscar Isaac don’t. On the contrary, they’re all sure he has it – that magical, can’t-be-taught thing that transforms an actor into a star.

Playwright Eduardo Machado, who put in a good word for Isaac at Juilliard, says “he does have that star quality that makes your eyes go to him. It’s great that someone with that talent still wants to train.”

“He has a star quality that’s rare in a young actor,” adds Joseph Adler, who directed him in Side Man and This Is Our Youth. “Without a doubt I expect to be hearing great things from him.”

‘I JUST LOVE CREATING’

Isaac, who also makes short films, can’t say exactly why he was attracted to acting. He just knows it makes him happier than anything, that it’s what he was meant to do. And he’s been doing it since he was a 4-year-old putting on plays in his family’s backyard with his sister Nicole.

“I just love creating, whether it’s music or films or a character on a stage. I love taking people for a ride,” he says. “In Side Man, every night I would love being that close to the audience. I felt like I was talking to 80 of my closest friends.

“I could feel what the audience was feeling.”

His powerful, mournful-yet-loving monologue near the end of the play, he said, “worked every night. I knew it would get them. I’d hear sniffles.

“But it had less to do with me than with the atmosphere [created by the playwright and director].”

You could understand if Isaac, surrounded as he is by praise and possibility, had an ego as burgeoning as his career. Instead, he channels the positive reinforcement into confidence about his work.

“He has such a charm and an ease onstage, but he’s very modest,” says New York-based actress Judith Delgado, who shared the stage with Isaac in Side Man. “He’s hungry. He’s got moxie. I was blown away by him.

“He saved me a couple of times. I went up [forgot a line] and that baby boy of mine came through. He’s a joy.”

FORGING HIS OWN PATH

The son of a Cuban-American father and a Guatemalan mother, Isaac was never a stellar student. But he found ways of turning routine assignments – like the Noah’s Ark story – into creative challenges.

His science reports were inevitably video documentaries underscored with punk music. He acted through middle and high school, though he had a falling out with his drama teacher at Santaluces Community High in Lantana over his misgivings about a character. When she refused to cast him in anything else, he got his English teacher to let him play the dentist in Little Shop of Horrors his senior year.

His skepticism about authority and love of playing the devil’s advocate have long made him resist doing things the usual way. His post-high school “training” consisted of one semester at Miami-Dade Community College’s South Campus (where he met his girlfriend, Maria Miranda), touring schools playing an abusive character in the Coconut Grove Playhouse’s Breaking the Cycle, and working as a transporter of bodies at Baptist Hospital, where he absorbed the drama of people in emotionally intense situations.

“It was the most magnificent dramatic institute I could’ve attended,” Isaac said. “I was able to observe the entire spectrum of human emotion, people under the most extreme duress. I was mesmerized watching the way people interacted with each other in such heightened situations.

“I learned everything about the human condition, and it was real and harsh and brutally honest.”

Yet even given his propensity for forging his own path, something nudged him another direction while he was in New York making his Off-Broadway debut in December. Walking by Juilliard one day, he impulsively went in to ask for an application. Though the application deadline had passed, Isaac persuaded Juilliard to accept his, noting in his application essay that most of the exceptional actors he admires had acquired “a brutally efficient technique” to enhance their talent by studying at places like Juilliard.

Though he won’t know whether he has been accepted until the end of this month, his audition last weekend went well, he says. He did monologues from Henry IV, Part I and Dancing at Lughnasa, adjusting his Shakespearean Hotspur to a more fiery temperature at the suggestion of Michael Kahn, head of Juilliard’s acting program – though not without arguing that Hotspur wouldn’t be speaking to the king that way.

Isaac, not surprisingly, loves a good debate.

Adler, GableStage’s artistic director and a man who is as liberal as Isaac once was conservative, savored the verbal jousting they did during rehearsals for Side Man.

“He knows exactly how to pull my chain,” Adler says with a laugh. “Intelligence is the cornerstone of all great actors, and he’s bright as hell.

“He has relentless ambition but with so much charm. He’s very hard to say no to. He has incredible raw talent and magnetism that is very rare in a young actor along with relentless energy, perseverance and ambition. I see his growth both onstage and off. He’s mature in both places.”

Part of his growth, of course, will necessarily involve dealing with the rejections that are part of any actor’s life. His career is still too new, his string of successes solid, so it’s anyone’s guess how failure will shape him. But director Michael John Garcés, who picked him for When It’s Cocktail Time in Cuba after Isaac flew to New York at his own expense to compete with a pool of seasoned Manhattan actors for the role, believes his character will see him through.

“Oscar is realistic, but he’s so willing to go the whole nine yards,” Garcés says. “He didn’t go out when he was in the show here. His focus earned the respect of the other actors, some of whom have been working in New York for 30 years.

“He hasn’t had a lot of blows yet, when the career knocks the wind out of you. But he has talent, determination and focus, and if he has perseverance – my intuition is that he does have it – he could achieve a lot.”

FAMILY TIES

His father and namesake, Baptist Hospital intensive-care physician Oscar Isaac Hernandez, couldn’t be more proud. (Isaac doesn’t use the family surname in order to avoid, in his words, being “put in that Hispanic actor box.”)

“I’m ecstatic that he’s probably going to be going to the most prestigious drama school in the United States,” he says. “School will help him focus his energies and give him discipline. He’s got the raw material and the drive.”

Isaac’s mother, Maria, divorced from his father since 1992, is a kidney-transplant recipient who acknowledges that she’ll miss her son if he moves to New York. But, she adds, she wants him “to live out his dreams. He amazes me every day. He calls me every day. I’m very proud of him.”

Even the other guys in The Blinking Underdogs are fans of Isaac’s acting, though it could take him away from South Florida just as the band appears to be, Isaac says, on the brink of signing a recording deal (it has already put out its own CD, The Last Word, with songs, lead vocals and even cover photography by Isaac.

“Oscar’s the leader of the band, a great musician who amazes me and motivates us,” says sax player Keith Cooper. “I’ve been to see every one of his plays. He’s a phenomenal actor.

“I completely buy into his role in every play. As close as I am to him, I forget it’s Oscar.”

His South Florida theater colleagues credit that to Isaac’s insatiable desire to learn and grow.

Gail Garrisan, who is directing him in Donnie and One of the Great Ones for Winter Shorts, observes, “It’s not often that you find a young actor who is willing to listen and who doesn’t think he knows everything. He loves the work.

“He really brought the young man in Side Man to life. When I saw it in New York, it seemed to be the father’s play. When I saw it here, I felt it was his [Isaac’s] play.”

Oye Rep’s John Rodaz, whom Isaac calls “the best director I’ve ever worked with,” gave the actor his first important job in Sleepwalkers at Area Stage. They met when Isaac came to see Area’s production of Oleanna and the actor, knowing Rodaz ran the theater, introduced himself.

“He has so much energy and such a sparkling personality,” Rodaz says. “He knows how to move in the world. He seems to take advantage of every situation in a good way; he’s not a cold, calculating person who’ll stab you in the back.

“[But] he wants it so badly. Everything he does, he’s the leader. When I was 21, I was taking naps.”

Rodaz coached Isaac on his Juilliard monologues and found the experience energizing.

“I got chills just watching him. That happens so rarely. I was so exhilarated when I came home that I just had to go out and run. You just know he’s got all the tools.”

Christine Dolen is The Herald’s theater critic.

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[cowboy-anon]

Sorry for my longer ask, but I just binged all the introduction posts of all the various Apples and I wanted to make my own. Also this one is a little strange, but whatever. Also also, I’m shy because of the long ask and it being a weird fruit, but I might come off anon later, once I’m feeling less anxious.

Okay so I grew up near the Amazon rainforest and ate a lot of cacao fruit because non native fruit was more expensive and my parents only bought even now and then. Anyway, cacao comes in these brown pods that you have to break open and get the white fruit from inside. The taste is a sweet, tropical taste with a kinda sour aftertaste. Also, there’s beans inside of the fruit that if you crush them up and add some sugar, boom, you got chocolate.

So for the actual OC, I was thinking an person of color, specifically South American descent, probably with white dyed hair, but you can change it. He seems super sweet and kind at first but as you get to know him, you realize he can be sarcastic and a jerk at times (like a sour aftertaste, right?). Would probably hurt Banana, Orange, and OG Apple’s feelings with his sudden mean attitude. But past all his rudeness, he actually just wants a friend. (Sweet like chocolate). Idk what his relationship with the salesman or Clay is like, but Clay probably bought him because he seemed so sweet, but quickly grew to despise him on account of his sarcasm and rudeness.

........

Okay, so it turns out I... I guess I just never did post this...... So like, note to self, because apparently being on Tumblr is teaching me lots of life lessons recently, but A) don’t assume to know who people on anon are based on random coincidences because if you’re wrong you will look very silly and B) double check things before you go freaking out about them being gone because, well, see the end of lesson A. So apparently Life Lessons with CB should just be a thing. Learn from my mistakes please lol.

But hey, at least it’s here and not murdered by Tumblr as I previously thought. That’s good. Uh, moving on now. :)

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We’re skipping the Blackberry Apple-sona for now because I know “emo” and “goth” don’t all fit the stereotype and I want to make sure I get it right but anyway. :)

I know I’ve said this before but whatever lol. The long ask is a-okay! that just means I have more stuff to work with! :D You don't have to worry about coming off anon either. Just do whatever you feel comfortable with. <3

As for the fruit being weird, really aren’t they all? I mean, if I wasn’t familiar with bananas, I would be like, “Hey, that’s a pretty weird fruit!” Lol, ya know?

Quick CW: Food, torture mention

I will admit I stared at these pictures for a good two minutes lol. I was like, “Huh. Didn’t expect that,” lol, mostly ‘cause my first thought was “???” and my second was “...marshmallows?” So yeah, “weird” is a relative term, and I suppose it’s not so much weird as unique. :)

Introducing Cacao!

Ooh, I definitely like the white hair, and heck yeah we can go South American descent! All the Apple-sonas are actually POC and mixed race, and while I don’t have anything like definitively written out for them, I think they’re all Black and Hispanic. (Although Cacao, being of South American descent, would be Latino.) Just a lil’ fun fact!

So onto Cacao’s personality, I think you’re pretty spot on! He definitely looks the part of someone who’s super sweet, and that’s definitely what people see first. He’s super nice and caring and generous at first, but get to know him a little more, and you realize he does indeed have a more sour side to him. A defense mechanism he developed when he was a kid that’s unfortunately now showing its drawbacks. 

What originally sounded like joking actually turns out to be actually rude remarks. Almost everything he says is sarcastic, but you can’t pick out the sarcastic tone until you’ve been around him long enough to notice it. All in all, he seems nice, but he isn’t too nice in reality.

Cacao w/ the salesman and Clay

Cacao didn’t spend too much time with the salesman. With how sweet he seemed, he also seemed incredibly well trained, and it wasn’t even a week before our buyer Clay showed up for him.

Cacao manages to keep the sweet facade on for less than a week before his more sour side starts leaking through to Clay. Of course, purchasing Cacao, Clay wanted a cute, obedient pet. However, Cacao’s snark and sarcasm very quickly has Clay being less than nice to Cacao in return.

But his Clay keeps him, because he spent good money on him. All he needs is a little attitude adjustment is all. Only he doesn’t really change because how are you supposed to be nice to someone who’s not nice to you? Over time, Cacao learns to hold his tongue, which is like... a little bit closer to being nice I suppose. But he’s definitely up there as one of the more defiant Apple-sonas, and while he doesn’t hate Clay so much--I mean, this is what pets sign up for, isn’t it?--he definitely doesn’t love him.

I don’t know if he gets a Jimmy yet. >:)

Cacao w/ the Apple-sonas

Oh, he definitely accidentally hurts OG Apple’s, Banana’s, and Orange’s feelings. Coconut’s, too. And Peach’s (Star Fruit’s). He even makes Cherimoya cry. :,,,) Not on purpose of course, but Cow definitely makes him apologize to each and every one of them like a total parent, and that’s when they make it their mission to help Cacao become a better pet person.

And they eventually all realize that underneath all the snark and rudeness, Cacao really is a nice, funny guy. And they become bestest friends! :D

(Oh, and Cacao definitely has sticky hands. No one knows why, not even him. All they know is fist bumps, not high fives lol.)

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I saw your post that your taking request and I was wondering if you could do one with jimin and reader (she/her) she’s Latin and thinks jimin can’t compete with Latin men that’s she’s been with and he proves her wrong and I’m in with all kinks nothing is off limits for me I just want it smutty and rough please and thank you 💕💕

A/N: This took me a while and I apologize! I am not Latin or Hispanic so I can’t accurately write from that POV but I will try my best for you love ♥ please let me know if something isn’t right or culturally insensitive please let me know! I’m not perfect but I’m always open to learning.

Last Dance

The club was jumping off. There were more people than usual which concerned you but not too much. Your friends knew the people who ran the club so there was always going to be a spot for you. What they failed to tell you tonight was that a few members of BTS were coming to enjoy themselves. This sparked your interest a lot but you thought with all the people bombarding them, they’d never be interested or even see you so you proceeded on with your night. After about 2 hours of fun and a few drinks with your friends, the club was nearing closing time. Your favorite song came on and there was no way you were leaving before listening to and dancing to your favorite song. Not paying attention, you ground against the nearest person behind you. Quickly, their hands went to your hips to follow your dancing, and, to your surprise, they followed along really well. When you finally decide to turn around, you almost fell on the spot. Park Jimin was standing there with his signature smirk. “Hello there.” He says holding you, ensuring that you don't fall. “Hi there.” You respond, now able to hold yourself up a bit better. “You’re a really good dancer sweetheart. I can only wonder how good you are elsewhere.” Jimin bit his lip and now let you go backing up slightly. An eyebrow raised in your expression and you stepped closer to him. “I’m wonderful everywhere baby.” You mentioned poking in between his chest and his abs. “The real question is are you as good are you are everywhere else as you are dancing?” He chuckled. Suddenly you were face to face with him. “Oh darling, you just don’t know.”. Jimin hands you his phone and you add your number. “I’ll send you the address.” He says before winking at you and leaving with his fellow members. When you go back to your home, everything seems so surreal. You begin doubting that you even went out at that point. As you’re eating some food, your phone buzzes. It’s an LA number with an address to a house not too far. This was real. 

You freshened up a bit before heading over. Anxiety built up as you got closer to the destination. “Okay, Y/N, you got this.” You hyped yourself up before knocking on the door. Not even 10 seconds later, Jimin opened the door. When he seen you, he licked his plump lips then smirked. “Hey beautiful.” He said and took your hand. A blush spread across your cheeks. “Hi.” You followed him inside. After entering, he shut the door behind you and directed you from behind. “This place is so nice! I thought you might be at a hotel for more privacy.” You said as he directed you up to his room. “Well I would be but I decided to get an Airbnb to have a bit more room.” He said and sat you on his bed. “Did you want something to drink?” He asked with a glass of wine. “Sure.” You responded and gladly took the glass from him. He sipped his own wine and sat next to you. “So you’re good everywhere huh?” Jimin asked and chuckled. You chuckled with him. “Yep. Multitalented.” You winked. He bit his lip and slid his hand on the back of your neck and into your hair a bit. “Why don’t you show me these talents of yours.” You nodded and leaned in to kiss him. He completed the kiss and it was absolutely electric. Slowly, Jimin pushed you back. “I have to be honest with you Jimin.” A bit of concern washed over his face before you continued your sentence. “This is my first time being with someone that’s not Latin.” He now raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” He asked and lifted your shirt a bit signaling for you to remove it. “Yeah and I’m not sure if you’ll come too close.” You teased him and bit your lip. He scoffed and poked his tongue in his cheek, then focused his attention to you again. “Let me show you what it’s like to be with Park Jimin.” He said and leaned down to kiss you again before moving down and kissing and sucking harshly on your neck. The moans leaving your throat were soft. He spanked your thigh which made you raise your hips a bit. Jimin grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his hip while roughly grinding against you. As he ground into you, he took off your shirt and to his pleasure, you did not have on a bra. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful” He groaned and began sucking harshly on your nipples. “Ji-” You gripped his hair roughly. Quickly he removed his shirt and proceeded kissing down your body. “Call me Daddy or Sir.” He said before ripping off your shorts. His index finger ran down your barely clothed slit and you tried shutting your legs on him. Jimin held down your legs with a bit of force. “No hiding now princess.” He states before kissing your core. His tongue followed your thong going upwards towards your stomach. “Daddy~” You moaned grabbing a fist full of his hair. Using his tongue, he pushed your panties over and began eating you out like you were his last meal. Anywhere his tongue could be, it was. He sucked on your clit every 3-4 licked and on your labia every 5 licks. When his tongue wasn’t running up and down your folds, it was inside of you as he fucked you with it. This had your legs trembling as he still held them down. All of your moans were heavy and you whined really loud. A big knot in your stomach settled. “Jimi-Sir I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out. “Cum.” He said going to lick at your clit quickly and thrust 2 fingers inside of you quickly as well. Your jaw dropped and you released on his fingers. When he cam back up to you, his mouth glistened and he looked you in the eyes while cleaning his fingers. Sitting up, you came to kiss him again and unbutton his pants. Once you were able to free him from his pants, you began to move down but he stopped you. “All fours.” He commanded. “But I wanna suck you.” Jimin proceeded to give you a stern look and you do as he asked. The sound of him taking off his pants made you shift a bit for some pleasure. His hand striked your butt. “No moving Y/N” He said positioning himself behind you. As he ran his dick in between your folds for you to feel every inch and every vein, you bit you lip. “Please fuck me Daddy.” You whined out. His dick tapped your clit a few times before he roughly thrust into you. Air filled your lungs and your front half collapsed onto the bed. “You’re already fucked out princess and I just started.” He chuckled while picking up the pace. “Who’s making you feel this good baby?” At this point you were unable to think of anything let alone form sentences. Ypu tried to respond but all that came out was a moan. He spanked you and your walls clenched around him. “Oh, you like that? You like me being rough?” Your head nodded. He spanked you harder and pulled out. A whine erupted from your throat from the emptiness. His hand came around and closed around your throat making sure to press on the sides. “Beg for it babygirl.” He said slowly applying a bit more pressure. “Please fuck me Daddy. I need you inside me so bad.” You begged. “Am I the best you’ve ever had?” The answer was yes but you weren’t ready to tell him yet so you look him in the eyes. He scoffed again before thrusting into you hard and stilling. “Answer me when I speak to you.” You bit your lip. “Bratty aren’t you?” Jimin grumbled before thrusting rougher and faster than before. Now, you were screaming. You and Jimin knew the poor neighbors definitely could hear. The orgasm built back up and you tried telling JImin but couldn’t. He could fell your walls squeezing against him. “Answer my question and you can cum baby.” He mumbled against the shell of your ear and running his free hand against your clit harsh and fast.. “YES JIMIN, YOURE THE BEST I’VE’ HAD!” You yell and squeeze his thick thighs. A sigh leaves his mouth and he tells you to cum. You did not have to be told twice. Every bit of energy you had left went into that orgasm and he held you. “Shit, that was hot.” He says still thrusting. You open your eyes to see both of your legs and bed sheets are wet. Your walls clenched again at the idea of you squirting. Jimin quickly pulled out and continued pumping as you fell onto the bed. He flicked his tip against your clit and came on your clit. Your body shook from the overstimulation. “You okay Y/N?” He asked picking you up and taking you to the bathroom to clean you up. You nodded and he set you on the toilet as he prepared you bath water. “I didn’t bring clothes.” You whispered. “It’s fine. You can borrow a shirt.” He said and smiled. Once the water was warm enough, he helped you get in and washed you up. Yeah, this was beyond real. Everything you could ask for and more.

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More headcanons to help me work through the dreaded writer's block! Hope you guys don't mind it's a bit slow right now, I plan on posting another tonight and hopefully I'll be able to get to some asks once my brain is no longer fried

Dwayne Headcanons

When he was responsible for Laddie, Dwayne would often take him out to the boardwalk whenever Star was busy. Sometimes he’d even choose to take him along even if they were with Star just to hang with the munchkin

If anyone told him he was too short Dwayne would hypnotize them into letting him one. He wasn't exactly worried about the kid being flung from the roller coaster, he could easily catch him if it happened. It felt awesome impressing him at the strength test, just watching him jump up and down as the attendant handed him a giant blue monkey which of course he'd give to Laddie. The boy was such a hyper, sunny child it was hard not to laugh when this spritely eight year old would play a water gun game and yell “this is a load of bullshit” when he lost. Well, he did grow up around four teenage guys, two having the worst language you could imagine. David used the word "fuck" like it was going out of style. At one point some lady in her thirties tried to lecture Laddie about watching his language, to which Dwayne had immediately stepped in after he said “piss off lady”. Again he had to choke back a laugh, pushing the kid behind him before this lady throttled him. To save face Dwayne feigned some half assed “shame on you” to Laddie just so she would piss off, and then ushered him away- for an ice cream sundae. Granted while he couldn’t condone a kid cussing up a storm, he did find it utterly hilarious watching this uppity chick squawk like a hen in outrage.

“Seriously though I don’t know where the hell you learned all that from-”

“Paul taught me.”

“Yeah, well, Paul probably isn’t the best guy to copy, kiddo. "

Chinese food isn’t his favorite, but he knows it’s Markos so he doesn’t complain when they have it at least once a week. Actually, his favorite is probably Hispanic. Many forget much of California was once Mexico, and as such the culture still thrived even into the early 1900s. Santa Carla flourished, and between pick pocketing gigs and heavy labor on the docks, Dwayne could always count on there being fresh tortillas for a few dollars after a long day. Elotes with extra chili powder, huarache, freshly brewed horchata on ice? Utterly delicious! Nothing can compare to freshly made tamales by a sweet abuela in a tiny food truck cooing to you in Spanish. Even he can blush when they pinch his cheeks gushing about what a skinny man he is. Paul and Marko love it as well and will often tag along when Dwayne goes to Mama Rosa’s, although he often has to elbow Paul in the gut because he’ll flirt with the cooks in the back into getting a free taco.

“Ay, Paul, mi angelito querido cielito, you’re skin and bones!”

“Well, I always skip a meal before coming here, abuela. Your cooking is too epic to have anything else in my stomach!”

“Dude, will you stop flirting with that poor woman before you give her a heart attack, you ass?”

Dwayne had a brother many years ago who was lost after being caught in direct sunlight during the great San Francisco earthquake of 1906. Since then on April 18th he holds a small memorial for his brother Jasper, who died pulling the curtains shut to shield them from the sun. Some years David, Paul and Marko will join him, silently drinking to their fallen friend. It's a rare moment of seriousness for these wild boys, sitting beside an altar crudely constructed atop a wooden crate, draped over with the jacket once worn by Jasper that survived the flames. Decorated in worn candles melted by decades of use, a bottle of rum from over eighty years ago still untouched with an empty shot glass beside it caked in dust and cobwebs, worn flowers shriveled into darkened husks, a glass of blood they keep freshly filled with each visit, feathers of birds to help carry him to the sky. Every time he adds something new, a gift from every era. Recently he brought Jasper a Def Leppard vinyl record, propped against a sketch of his brother drawn before his passing by an admirer who had died long ago. Paul left a little toy motorcycle for him, Marko brought an old pocket watch he found at an antique store that bore a striking resemblance to one he had admired long ago, and David brought him a hunting knife

“You would’ve loved hair bands, Jas. Everything’s changed now, its crazy. It sucks you never got a bike of your own,” Dwayne would say, sitting in the dark with only the tender flicker of candles brushing away the dark. Never again would he let the sun take him. It was the darkest, deepest cave in the hotel. And there, Dwayne spoke more than he ever does outside “Horses were cool, but it’s better to have something that doesn’t stop every time it takes a shit, you know?”

Unfortunately Dwayne sucks at video games. It’s not that he doesn’t get it, but he has the worst gamer rage. Now, Dwayne doesn’t often get legitimately mad, but when he’s been playing the same god damn stupid water level for the past hour and a half just to be killed by a squid-! Well, lets just say Paul practically dove to catch the controller before it was chucked at the tv, and cue a dirty look towards Dwayne for nearly smashing his “baby”. He wasn’t about to have him break ANOTHER controller. Yeah that wasn’t the first. At this point he’s content just watching from afar and sometimes back seat gaming when Marko is going the wrong way. He’s not nearly as bad as David who will openly call someone stupid after dying. 

Dwayne is definitely the type to nap after a long night. Truthfully he misses when he could just lay out in the sun like a lizard on a hot rock after a long day, it’d feel incredible. Instead he’s resorted to a hot water bottle or a heating pad. Yeah, he loves hot weather. Summertime is his favorite time, just savoring the toasted air blowing in his face on rides over the beaches. Sometimes he’ll try to wake up early to watch the sunset from within the cave, although it’s burnt him on more than one occasion he will still try to get a glimpse. Winter is the worst for him, he hates, absolutely despises the cold. Even though he doesn't technically get cold anymore, everything seems to die away in the winter leaving only twisted branches and grey skies. David may enjoy all that gloomy melancholy but not him.

One wouldn’t assume Dwayne to have much of a sweet tooth. That’s because they’re wrong. While he isn’t into the marshmallow caramel double candy bars deep fried and dipped in chocolate like Marko or Laddie, he has a serious weakness for chocolate. Like, a major weakness. Paul is still searching for his stash, tucked away somewhere secret in the hotel. Any time he thinks he’s close to finding it, Dwayne moves it again.

“Dude, sharing is fucking caring you greedy bastard”

“Get your own candy asshole, why do you think I keep my stash hidden from you guys?”

Now the whole hoity toity fancy chocolate isn’t what appeals to him. He can certainly appreciate a well made chunk of dark chocolate sprinkled with chili powder, but he’ll settle for a cheap bar snatched from a gas station. Most sweets weigh heavy on him, but chocolate is such a unique medium that can be changed into almost anything, appealing to every taste imaginable. Sweet, savory, spicy, bitter, semi-sweet, rich, dense, light. Chocolate cake, chocolate doughnut, hot chocolate, fudge, and of course the traditional candy bar. You make him a mug of Mexican hot chocolate and he is putty in your hands. You couldn’t necessarily bribe him with food. But you could certainly butter him up to suggestions when he’s crunching down on a candy bar. Paul knows this, and at this point Dwayne knows this guy has royally fucked up if he comes up to him with a stack of chocolate bars.

“Heeeeey, Dwayne, buddy, old pal, chum, lookie what I found, all for you man how cool is that?”

“....,” Dwayne glances up from his book at the handful of chocolate and slowly lowers it with a firm sigh. “What the hell did you do now?”

“Wha-Whaaa-? Oh! Okay, wow. Woooow. Offend much? I go out of my way- I mean, can’t a guy just, you know, do something nice for his best friend-?”

“Paul. What. did. you. do?”  

“Okay okay, well you see David made me go fill up his stupid bike, and there was this hot chick at the gas station, I mean perfect fuckin ten man, she had the biggest frickin tits- okay anyway! Well, next thing I know the keys are gone, the chick's gone, the fuckin bike- You gotta help me man he’s gonna fucking kill me and dance on my grave!”

Of course Dwayne will help… in exchange for twice the chocolate. Like I said, it won’t always work as a bribe, but it’ll certainly help your cause if you go in with some incentive.

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Surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.

(Please tell me at least one of you got that reference.)

Anyways, jokes aside, the slaughtering of Dhar Mann’s videos is back and running! I’M BACK. Sorry for the long wait. I’ve had a lot of personal stuff going on, which I’ve been very transparent about and I wasn’t in the right headspace to tear apart Dhar Mann’s videos due to that. 

Y’all are in for a real treat today. Why? Because I’m tearing apart TWO of his videos in ONE post! They’re all the same premise, basically. Both of these videos are about people scamming others out of their money by faking injuries and disabilities! Ain’t that nifty? /s

Both of these videos have these things in common: insurance fraud, scamming people, and faking injuries and disabilities. Obviously, we all know those things are extremely fucked up.

For anyone who’s not aware, Dhar Mann has actually committed fraud in the past that he pleaded no contest to in 2014. Fucking shocker, I know. He’s such a kind soul, right? How could he do something so EVIIILLL? /s

He’s actually never served jail time, let alone was ever arrested, for the five felony counts related to a scheme to defraud the City (Oakland, California) by submitting false claims and receipts in order to receive redevelopment grant money. Those were all from the shit he did back in 2008 and 2009! He stole THOUSANDS of dollars from the city when he was an entrepreneur in the medical marijuana business! Dhar Mann served five years of probation. They let him off easy. Why? Oh, because his parents are super rich too and they paid to get him out of serving a jail sentence. 

In 2018, he made a blog post on entrepreneur.com about his “big mistakes costing him everything”. IT’S SO FUCKING FUNNY TO ME. JUST THE WAY HE PUT IT IS HILARIOUSLY BAD AND I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING. Like, BRUH. The fuck did you think was gonna happen? He wrote it out like he was a kid who got in trouble with his parents for not eating his vegetables and had to write out a whole fucking essay as to why it’s important to eat your veggies. It’s THAT bad.

ETA: Here's the link to the article. It's so bad it's funny.

Will there be any response from me? Unfortunately, not this time. These videos are too poorly made for me to make comments about. It wouldn’t be worth it at this point because Dhar Mann has his head up his own ass and won’t listen to the real people he’s actually hurting with his videos. It's obvious they're bad.

It's obvious that insurance fraud is a serious crime. Faking being disabled is disgusting. By faking disabilities, it makes it THAT much harder for disabled people to be taken seriously. It’s sickening.

Onto the first video I want to talk about. This first one has a man who fakes being disabled and fakes injuries all for monetary compensation, a lawyer who encourages her client to do this serious crime, a judge who’s EXTREMELY unprofessional, a few owners of small stores who are the victims of the crime that is injury fraud, and an undercover FBI agent.

Committing insurance fraud can usually end up with a prison sentence of up to five years per false claim (like what this man and his lawyer did in the video), but it can reach up to twenty years. There’s also a penalty that can be up to $250,000 per incident. It’s no joke. (Kids, don't do this, please.)

The first video starts off in a court room. The “victim” (the plaintiff) gives the store owner (the defendant) a piece of his mind, then the guy’s lawyer does the same thing. Hey, as a lawyer, you should know better. That’s extremely unprofessional. The store owner is obviously distraught. He's remorseful. He feels horrible about someone getting hurt in HIS shop, but he’s determined to fight his case. He didn’t do anything wrong.

The judge tells everyone to rise, then says everyone can sit down in an unprofessional way. He tells the plaintiff to tell their side of the story. The lawyer tells the judge that her client tried to grab onto one of the hand bars in the disabled bathroom stall, found that it wasn’t installed properly, and he fell. The store owner interjects and tries to tell the judge that what they were saying wasn’t true...without saying that he objects. The judge gets angry with the store owner...which again, is unprofessional.

The lawyer shows the judge the photos she took as evidence. (I'll get to why these claims are absolute bullshit.) After that, the judge finally tells the store owner to tell his side of the story.

The store owner is adamant about installing the hand bars in the disabled bathroom stall properly, he genuinely had no idea how that even happened, and he's still remorseful. The judge ruled in favor of the "victim", asks for the store owner to pay out $25,000, and court was dismissed.

The lawyer and the "victim" are seen gloating about being successful in pulling off another scheme. The "victim" tells his lawyer that he needed to get out of the wheelchair. His lawyer denies this by saying that she doesn't want to get exposed.

They then go to another independent business to pull off the SAME scam. They do this at a small boutique. The store owner goes around to catch them in the action when he bumps into an undercover FBI agent. The FBI agent asks him what he was doing, and he tells the agent that he’s trying to gather evidence. The agent understands and goes on his merry way.

We see the lawyer going into the dressing room while the “victim” is browsing around for a dress shirt to try on. She goes in with the screwdriver, unscrews the hand bars in the dressing room, then comes back out. The “victim” asks one of the store clerks if he could try on a shirt he picked out, so he goes back there, and he “falls” in the dressing room. LIKE HOW HE “FELL” IN THE DISABLED BATHROOM STALL AT ANOTHER STORE.

What makes these claims absolute bullshit is the fact that the lawyer carried around a screwdriver to uninstall the hand bars to make her client "fall" (she had it sticking out of her suit jacket). Plus, if a disabled person were to actually fall from improperly installed hand bars in the disabled bathroom stall, the holes in the wall wouldn't look clean WHATSOEVER. The screws would not come out clean like if you were to unscrew them out of a wall. Part of the wall and the screws would most likely be ripped out and the disabled person would be SERIOUSLY hurt (depending on the person). Like, you'd have to go to the hospital, most likely. The way that the "victim" "fell" was like he practiced it, like how you would in theatre. (I've practiced how to "fall" safely when I was in theatre for scenes where you have to faint or pass out. There's a trick to doing that without hurting yourself. Theatre kids, you know what I'm talking about.) He was still in the fetal position in his chair on his left side. He had NO injuries whatsoever.

His lawyer JUST so happened to be there! Convenient timing! She introduces herself (even though they clearly know each other already) and tells the people working in the store that she’ll be seeing them in court for their “negligence”. The store clerks have no idea what she’s even talking about and they’re understandably afraid. I don’t think the owner of that boutique was there at the time. (Don’t they have security cameras all over the store? I would think they'd catch onto what the lawyer did in one of the dressing rooms if they did.)

They pull off this scam, they're seen LAUGHING about fucking scamming people and committing a SERIOUS CRIME, and the store owner from earlier catches them when the "victim" gives the wheelchair back to his lawyer. They take the store owner's camera, taunt him, and then the lawyer EATS the SD card! They go off into the sunset, laughing like your stereotypical mean girls in Beverly Hills.

They go back to court, where the store owner is still trying to defend himself. The judge isn't budging at first, the lawyer is acting like the store owner is lying (he isn’t), and the store owner is trying to tell the judge exactly what happened. He’s almost ordered to pay out $25,000, which would mean that he’d have to close down his store to even come up with that kind of money. That stops when the undercover FBI agent goes right into the courtroom to give the judge evidence to prove that the store owner is innocent. Apparently this guy has been investigating these two people for a while and was waiting to catch them. It ends with the lawyer AND the "victim" being arrested and the store owner is proven innocent. He never ends up having to pay the $25,000.

Hey, Dhar Mann. I have a few questions for you.:

Are you projecting? Because you did commit five counts of fraud. You pulling the same shit again? Just curious.

When you add in BIPOC and AAPI characters, why do you have to ALWAYS have to write them as either the victims, the heroes, or you write them to be absolutely awful people? This is ESPECIALLY the case with Black and Hispanic people in your videos. You ALWAYS write these two groups like this mainly, and I don't understand why. The racial aggression in your videos isn't cute. Knock it the fuck off. Why not just write them as normal people, WHICH IS WHAT THEY ARE?

Is your concern for small business owners genuine? Do you actually care about small businesses? Or did you just add them into this video for brownie points to feed the gross excuse for a savior complex you have?

The second video I want to talk about is pretty much the same thing, except this involves a couple and they don't fake disabilities! They do fake being/getting injured though. I’ll call the guy with the nice car “Nice Guy” and the scammers “Scammer 1″ and “Scammer 2″. They don’t have any names, unfortunately.

It starts off with Nice Guy backing out of a parking lot when Scammer 1 "falls" behind the car and yelps out in pain. Nice Guy gets out of the car to see what happened and he’s freaking out because he thinks he just hit someone by trying to back out of a parking lot. He wants to make sure that Scammer 1 is okay.

Scammer 2 runs over to her boyfriend to see that he “fell” behind the car, berates Nice Guy, Scammer 1 is crying out in “pain”, and Nice Guy is trying to come up with a solution. He gives the two scammers $600 and they go on their way. Scammer 2 tells her boyfriend that he put on a great performance. Little did they know that Nice Guy heard everything they said.

But wait, kids! There’s more! It’s fuckin’ wacky!

They go to a little convenience store, Scammer 1 pulls out a water bottle out of one of the fridges that he didn’t pay for, and pours some all over the floor. Scammer 2 happens to walk in, "slip" on the spilled water, and land directly onto her back. The store clerk there goes over to see what happened, Scammer 1 introduces himself as a personal injury lawyer to Scammer 2, and they try to get monetary compensation from the store clerk. Little do they know that Nice Guy was watching them the whole time!

He caught them on camera trying to pull off a scam, he called the cops, and we never see Scammer 1 and Scammer 2 ever again!

Why is it that there were no security cameras in your store the first time around, but they were CONVENIENTLY THERE this time, Nice Guy? You could've proven your case and won the first time!

My thoughts on these videos? Super boring. Ableist as hell. Super unrealistic. They're so poorly made that I didn't even want to make a comment on either of them!

It looks obvious that he's projecting, but I don't know. What do y'all think?

[jynxes]

Leather n’ Red - Reggie Peters

Summary: Much like the deceased boys of Sunset Curve, Duchess died right before the gig that could’ve been her band’s big break. Thing is, she left the dark room a little earlier than they did, made a couple friends and learned a few tricks. What will happen when she and the boys can be seen when singing with Julie, the only alive person that can see them all? 

Paring: Reggie Peters x Duchess Himura (OC)

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: This is my first JATP fic so I’m sorry if some parts seem ooc. Also this book can be found on Wattpad if you prefer to read it there.

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Prologue // The Ballerina Necklace

June 25, 2005, The Orpheum

"Come on! One, two, three!" Marisa yells, hitting her drumsticks together before we begin the soundcheck.

Danielle begins strumming her guitar and we start singing.

"Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together I need the other one to hold you Make you feel, make you feel better It's not a walk in the park to love each other But when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny, you're the worth it

Some things just, some things just make sense And one of those is you and I Some things just, some things just make sense And even after all this time

I'm into you Baby not a day goes by that I'm not into you

I should be over all the butterflies but I'm into you, I'm into you And even baby our worst nights I'm into you, I'm into you Let 'em wonder how we got this far, 'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all Yeah after all this time I'm still into you I'm still into you I'm still into you."

We finish and Danielle runs over to my mic, "We're Moonrise Edge!"

"Tell your friends!" I chime in with a smile and pick up my keytar from the song before Still Into You. We're all smiling and can't wait for tonight, tonight we're the opening act in the Orpheum, I KNOW, how amazing is that?!

"We KILLED that sound check! It was amazing!" Marisa says after giving me a quick kiss.

"Yeah, too bad it was only a soundcheck. Tonight is gonna be amazing though, it's gonna be PACKED with people and we're definitely gonna get signed by a label if we perform like that," Dani brags.

"For sure! Then we're gonna sell a bunch of albums and get a tour!" I begin adding onto the fantasy we're gonna live after we perform tonight.

"Wow, you guys were great," a voice says, and we turn, who is it but rock god TREVOR WILSON.

While I'm too busy freaking out internally Marisa is completely calm, "Thanks dude, we can't wait to open for you tonight."

"It is gonna be awesome," Dani grins.

"Oh! We didn't introduce ourselves, I'm Marisa, this is Danielle, or Dani," she says pointing to the dark-skinned girl, "And finally this is Duchess or Doll," the Hispanic girl points to me.

"Well I think you're definitely gonna go far," Trevor compliments, "What got you guys into music?"

"Thanks," I finally find my voice, "We were always kinda into music but then we heard of this old band that was kinda big like, I don't know, ten years ago? It was called Sunset Curve, some of them died from like food poisoning or something. Anyway, we heard their demo and loved it so much that we wanted to become a band."

"Yeah, that's why we chose the name 'Moonrise Edge' because of 'Sunset Curve' it was supposed to be a bit like a joke but then we started getting gig so it kinda stuck," Marisa adds on.

"Oh, okay, well I gotta go do my soundcheck," Trevor says hurriedly, seeming to get really nervous.

"Okay, see you later," Dani yells after him.

"That was weird," Marisa says.

"Yeah, it was. I wonder what it was all about," I say before putting my hand in the pocket of my leather jacket, feeling around.

"He's famous, famous people are always weird and doing weird stuff," Dani rationalizes, when I feel nothing in my pockets, I begin patting down my red flannel skirt.

"Whatever, let's just get back to our dressing room," Marisa suggests, then she turns to me, "What is with you? What are you looking for?"

"I can't find my necklace," I say, fumbling in my bag, "Where is it?"

"Why do you even need your necklace?" Dani says, "I know it's your lucky charm, but we just played that soundcheck and crushed it, meaning you don't need it to play well."

"I know, I know, it's just that I've had the necklace for each of our gigs and we always crushed it. Soundchecks don't matter, the gigs do, so it's the same with the necklace," I explain, I've had the necklace with me for each milestone of the band. When we heard Sunset Curve's demo, when we formed Moonrise Edge, when we got our first gig and finally when we were asked to play the Orpheum.

"Look, it might be in the dressing room, let's check, yeah?" Marisa says helpfully.

"Okay, yeah, let's check," I say, and we enter the dressing room. We search and we search, and we search, and the necklace is nowhere to be found.

"Wait, I think I remember where it is!" Dani yells suddenly.

"Where? Where?" I ask worriedly.

"Do you remember when we were at Mari's and we were getting changed?"

"Yeah," I say, "Get to the point!"

"It fell off in Mari's room. I told you when we were leaving, and I thought you got it because you were the last to leave. You mustn't have heard me," Dani sighs.

"Oh damn!" I facepalm, "What time is it?"

"Right now it is 6:17pm," Marisa looks at the clock.

"Okay, it's a ten-minute drive each way, just drive to mine and you'll be back with plenty of time to perform," Marisa says calmly, trying to soothe my nerves.

"Okay, okay, I'll go get it, Dani do you mind if I take your car?" I ask, while grabbing my bag.

"Sure, think fast," she says, throwing me her keys.

I catch them and begin running out the door, "I'll be right back!"

"See you, I love you, Doll," Marisa shouts.

"I love you too Mari!"

I get into Dani's car and turn the key, I reverse out of the parking spot and get out onto the road. I take the right turn and stop at the red light. I go ahead when the light turns green but suddenly, I'm going sideways, I feel a pain in my side then all I can see is black.

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July 15, 2020

I've been in this dark room for like forty-five minutes now. It's pretty boring. Basically what happened was that when I began driving again after the light turned green some asshole decided not to stop for HIS red light and he hit into me. The car turned sideways and smashed into a building, I was dead before the car stopped moving. Then I floated out of the car, I knew I was dead, and I was transported to this weird dark room. And here I am.

I start to hear music, then I realize it's Still Into You from the Moonrise Edge demo, then the music is distorted, and the ground of the dark room seems to dissolve.

I scream a little as I fall on my back. I then stand up and look around, I'm in someone's room. Then I hear the voice of a little boy.

"Who are you?" I turn around and see a Latino boy about ten or eleven with his jaw dropped.

"I- uh, I'm Duchess, who are you?" I stutter out.

"I'm Carlos, what are you doing in my room?"

"I actually have no idea," I tell him, "Last thing I remember is dying and then being in this dark room with nothing in it."

"You're dead?!" he exclaims.

"Yeah, wait, you're not? Where even am I?" I'm getting really confused now.

"You're in my room," he repeats from before, "In Los Feliz. How did you die?"

"I- Los Feliz? Wait, that where Mari lives," I realize, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

"Who's Mari?" Carlos asks.

"Mari's my girlfriend, the drummer in my band," I overexplain to him for some reason.

"You're in a band? Cool! What's it called?"

"Moonrise Edge, we were supposed to play the Orpheum last night," I say, running my hand through my dark hair, "Wait, I wonder what they did, since I died and everything. Do you know what they did?"

"No, but I can look it up if you want," he says.

"Sure," I say.

"I'll be right back," he says before leaving the room. I walk around the room, looking at a baseball bat in the corner and a jersey lying on the bed with the number 7 on it.

Then Carlos comes rushing back into the room with some kind of device in his hand, "Okay, I've got my iPad, now what was the band called again?"

"Uh, Moonrise Edge," I say, suspicious of this 'iPad' device.

"Wow, you were in a band, and you did die, but not last night," he says, after typing on the device.

"What do you mean not last night?" I say, super confused at this point.

"You died in 2005, right?"

"Yes..."

"Well it's not 2005 anymore," he says carefully.

"What do you mean it's not 2005 anymore? I was only in that dark room for like forty-five minutes!"

"It's now 2020, you died fifteen years ago," he explains.

"WHAT!? IT'S BEEN FIFTEEN YEARS! I SPENT FIFTEEN YEARS IN SOLITUDE!?" I exclaim.

"Okay, uh, calm down, it's okay. It's okay, look, you're not alone anymore, you've got me. I'll help you with anything you need," Carlos tries to comfort me.

"But-but it wasn't that long, how has it been fifteen years?" I question.

"That, I don't know. All I know is that I'm here to keep you company, if you want. I can help you find out what happened to your bandmates, you parents or whatever and I'll get you up to speed on what you missed."

"You'd do that for me? Why?"

"Because, ghosts are pretty cool," he says simply.

"Okay aha, can we start with what happened to my bandmates?" I ask him.

"Yeah sure," he sits on his bed and ushers me to sit next to him.

"This," he points to the device in his hand, "is an iPad, it's like a computer but it's just the screen and it has a touchscreen, you use it like this," he explains, swiping his finger along the surface.

He then explains to me how to search things on it and looks up what happened to Dani and Marisa. Apparently, they went on and played the Orpheum gig without me, which I'm not mad about I mean they worked as hard as I did to get there, they deserved to play the gig. After playing they split up the band after that, believed to have done it out of respect for me, and became solo acts. Mari got signed to a label and was asked to join a band named 4 Orchids they've done a few tours and now she's living somewhere in New York. Dani went on to become a solo act and was also signed onto a label, she's done tours and collaborations and now she's living in San Francisco.

Carlos told me that if I wanted to stay in the garage behind his house. He told me that it was his mom's studio but ever since she sadly passed away last year no one's went into it. I thanked him and told him I was gonna stick around.

Then I decided to go and explore the streets of Los Angeles, see how things have changed since I died. I got to meet some cool celebrities that are dead, but I didn't make any friends today. I got to see Marilyn Monroe, gotta say, she's as hot in person as she was on film.

Before I go back to Carlos's house, I go to the house that Mari used to live in, which turns out to be next door to Carlos's. She doesn't live there anymore, but her parents do.

I walk in the hall and see the photos of Mari growing up, a couple pictures of her now and a picture of Mari, Dani and I before our first gig when we were 15. Then when I go into the living room where I see Mari's parents, Lydia and Victor, are watching something on TV. I see more picture of Mari with her parents, some with Mari and me, one of our unofficial pictures from prom, some with Mari and Dani and some with Mari and her cousins.

I go up the stairs and see Mari's bed is more or less the same as it was when I was still alive. When I go to her desk, I see my necklace lying there with a sticky note, 'Doll's necklace' is what's written. I lift my necklace and inspect the charm, the ballerina dangling from the chain. I take it and clasp it around my neck before leaving to go to Carlos's garage.

I explore Carlos's mom's studio and it's kinda cool. Up in the loft there are drums and a couple guitars, and also a bag of clothes, I don't know who owns the clothes so I'm not gonna take them. I check out the couch and it seems pretty comfortable, I lay down on it and try to go to sleep. After a few hours I realize that I don't actually need sleep, but it's an easy way to pass time.

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[tattooed-alchemist]

It’s what happened to Jews in Germany in 1938 when their passports were declared invalid. That is what is beginning to happen here, now, to Hispanic citizens along the U.S.-Mexico border.

Oh, is it bad to compare the GOP to Nazis? Well, if members of the GOP do not like being compared to Nazis, they should consider not behaving exactly like Nazis.

Hispanic U.S. citizens, some of whom were in the U.S. military, are not being allowed to renew their passports. This is reportedly happening to “hundreds, even thousands” of Latinos, according to a report in the Washington Post. They’re getting letters from the State Department saying it does not believe they are citizens. The government claims their citizenships are fraudulent. “I’ve had probably 20 people who have been sent to the detention center—U.S. citizens,” Jaime Diez, an attorney in Brownsville, told The Washington Post.

The Washington Post also reports on ICE officials coming to citizens' homes and taking their passports away. This is an escalation from a few months ago, when Americans were detained by ICE officials just for speaking Spanish to one another.

The administration is currently launching an effort to take citizenship from people who they suspect of fraud in obtaining it. Fraud in these cases is exceedingly rare. The last time the government tried to strip people of their citizenship was, according to Columbia Professor Mae , during The Red Scare of the 1950s. As Ngai remarks, McCarthyism is not typically remembered as a good period in American history.

There is good reason to believe that this could portend still worse things to come for the U.S. Hispanic population, unless people begin to speak out loudly, and fast.

Edited to Add: English/Spanish legal advice for if you are a Latinx American citizen whose citizenship is being challenged.

And FLOOD YOUR SENATORS AND REPRESENTATIVES WITH YOUR FEELINGS ON THIS SHIT!  Here’s how to do it for free by text.

2nd Edit:  Someone asked “What Can Be Done Abroad?”

Thank you for asking!  

1) Get the word out in your home country’s print and broadcast media and internet.  People in the USA really don’t get how suppressed our press has become and it’s only getting worse by the day.  Part of it is getting any one topic to surface long enough above the churn, which is an intentional tactic being successfully used by the political party in power.

2) The one thing that no one is the USA is not seemingly able to do at all is get attention onto the Republican party as a whole for how complicit they are in all the illegal activity.  If anyone can throw some weight in that direction, it’s an elephant in the room that we REALLY need to get lots of attention on.

3) Support sanctions against the US for our human rights violations.

4) Donate to US groups fighting in the trenches 

https://www.aclu.org/

https://www.hrc.org/

https://www.plannedparenthood.org/

http://refusefascism.com/

https://www.splcenter.org/

https://resist.bot/

5) Check how your own country is doing on ethnic minorities and immigration.  Some bad shit is going around.

Edited AGAIN On Sunday November 4, 2018:

1) Black activists are being murdered and no one is reporting it.

http://www.blacklivesmatter.com

2) More tent cities keep going up.  Where do you really think this is going to end?

https://www.afsc.org/action/stop-ice-and-cbp

3) Anti-Semitism in the USA has gone up 60% over the last year.

https://www.adl.org/

4) Native American disenfranchisement ahead of the midterm elections is at an all-time high.  

https://www.narf.org/cases/voting-rights/

NO MATTER WHAT THE RESULTS ARE OF THE 2018 USA MIDTERM ELECTIONS, NONE OF THESE PROBLEMS ARE GOING TO STOP UNLESS WE GET TO WORK STOPPING THEM.

Edited Nov 17, 2018:

More than 14,000 immigrant children are in U.S. custody, an all-time high

from the SF Chronicle 

EDITED ON JULY 30, 2019

It’s now estimated there are upwards of 50,000 humans being held in American concentration camps.  Here’s a map of how many there are now in the US.

https://concentrationcamps.us/

And they are dying.  If history has taught us anything it’s that this is the point of a concentration camp.  It’s very cheap and easy to allow people to die from neglect.

https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/immigration/24-immigrants-have-died-ice-custody-during-trump-administration-n1015291

Legal American citizens,with multiple forms of ID, who ICE spots and decides just don’t look white enough are starting to be arrested and detained with them.  They aren’t allowed to contact anyone once they are picked up.

https://www.cnn.com/2019/07/25/us/us-citizen-detained-texas/index.html

WHAT TO DO, HOW TO HELP

https://www.neveragainaction.com/

http://www.notonemoredeportation.com/

https://www.raicestexas.org/

https://www.immigrantdefenseproject.org/raids-toolkit/

[normal-thoughts-official]

what did u read from trsom that made u not want to read it? i wanted more malec content so i was gonna pick it up but i guess i shouldnt... 😬😬

again, don’t come for me, book stans. i was asked. just skip this one please

oh you know, the usual. alec being treated like an absolutely stupid, uncapable ass with no talent while simultaneously being treated like a super woke and beloved shadowhunter who like, single handedly ended racism or something lmao but then at the same time he sucks. like simultaneously he is called to go to Buenos Aires because there’s an unhinged werewolf or some other shit who won’t trust anyone in the whole world except for him for some reason (which??? how do they even know about his existence??) but also when he gets there someone screams “attention! hero of the war coming through!” and everyone starts screaming “oh my god, is it jace herondale?? please let it be jace herondale!!!” and they nut all over themselves at the idea of getting a glimpse of jace but nah it’s alec so all the shadowhunters look at him and are disappointed. the words “oh, it’s not jace herondale, it’s just some guy” are literally said. and then they start asking questions which alec can’t answer because of course he can’t answer questions because he’s so overwhelmed

and then cc goes out of her way to talk about how alec is absolute shit at languages. which would be valid. some people aren’t good with them. except the whole thing is “oh alec can read and learn fine but when he tries to speak or write he gets so flustered and he can’t even remember the words and he gets them all mixed up uwu” because you know, god forbid alec is ever capable of doing anything without tripping all over himself. and it’s not like it’s some social anxiety shit or something, okay, it’s just that he’s naturally flustered at everything, and it’s treated as a joke because when is it not? so nah it’s gross. literally in the spam of like a few scenes alec:

looks at a bodyguard and gets nervous and says “bonjour”, then remembers that that’s french, not spanish

tries to calm a kid down but the only word in spanish he can remember is “steak”

remembers how to calm the kid down except he speaks in german not spanish and doesn’t even realize before someone points it out to him

and it just goes on?? like he never gets over it there’s an entire ass scene that goes on for pages and pages which is just him trying to talk to this kid in a language that he does know but can’t remember because he’s so uwu and shy. and better yet! he can’t understand what the kid says either, despite the fact that he speaks spanish, because again he’s just so flustered he can’t remember anything

what is a guy like this even doing in a hispanic country like??????? why does that weird werewolf trust him if they can’t even communicate with him? do they speak blush? fuck’s sake

and then, of course, because all of this isn’t bad and infantilizing and making him useless enough, cc adds on “max has picked up more words in various languages than him”

and at first i thought that she meant max, alec’s 12yo or something dead brother, but no! she means max, alec’s THREE year old SON

like seriously. this is not some “he has difficulties” shit. this is not some social anxiety shit. this is straight up canonically establishing that he’s less capable than a LITERAL TODDLER. A FUCKING BABY. A BABY

and ppl have the nerve to tell me alec isn’t infantilized in the books lmao bitches??????

again this is not neurodivergence because that’s never established and the pov is never that this makes him suffer or anything, it’s just a big joke. and it if were, saying that a neurodivergent person is less capable of learning languages than a toddler even though they try very hard is fucking disrespectful. also, even nonverbal people find other ways to communicate. also, nonverbal ppl usually aren’t nonverbal because they get sooo newvous uwu, they get nonverbal because they feel too tired to speak and/or get frustrated because they can’t find the correct words to explain how they feel, not because they can’t remember them, but because they can’t put what they feel into specific words. it’s not some “uwu steak??? does that mean ‘it’s okay’?” like fuck you

in short it’s gross and infantilizing and nah pass thanks

[ajokeformur-ray]

hi can i get a joker matchup please? i’m 5’4,have brown eyes,purple hair,and i’m hispanic. i’m slim thicc😂i love to read and write,i mostly write poetry and i sometimes try at actual stories. i’m the type of girl to wake my s/o up at 3am for a random road trip or even to just go to a park. i’m very clingy and love cuddles. i have ptsd (from r***), mdd, and bpd (which makes it really hard for me to trust people and keep stable relationships). i also have self harm scars. idk what else to say lol

this is the purple haired nonny that j sent a matchup request,i just have a few things to add lol.i’m hella goth,i dress in all black and i’m overall just a dark person.i have my lip,septum,and nostril pierced(i plan on getting way more).i have glasses and i’m practically legally blind w/o them on.i have a really bad rbf,which intimidates ppl(my piercings and style aren’t any help with that lmao)&it kinda makes me sad that it does because i’m actually really friendly and sweet. okay im done lol

You asked me about this a few times and I just wanted to say thank you for being so patient with me - I’ve had your matchup since March 😭 as an extra thank you, and as an apology, I made this as long as I possibly could! I hope that it ends up being worth the wait, darling.💕 I worked on this for about a week, so I hope you enjoy it!

Total wc: 3, 387 ✨✨✨

Arthur // wc: 1, 647.

There’s a four inch height difference between yourself and Arthur and he adores it. It’s not that the fact that you’re shorter than him means that you need to be protected, but even so, he can’t stop himself fully from wanting to protect you even more. Your brown eyes are arguably Arthur’s favourite thing about you, if he had to pick just one (really, he loves all of you for exactly who you are and he wouldn’t change a single thing about you!), because they’re so different to his. When he’s in the middle of a laughing attack or when he just can’t think straight, Arthur likes to cup your face in his hands while he looks into your eyes. “Perfect,” he murmurs, so quietly that you’re not even entirely sure that you were supposed to hear him. You were stood so close to him, though, that you did hear him and it only made your face heat up in embarrassment. Your purple hair is something that Arthur cherishes. In a city of grey buildings, grey concrete, grey suits and dull colours, all too telling of a dying city, your hair is vibrant and it stands out, it makes a statement and Arthur wishes that he had that same level of confidence and bravery. He tells himself that if he spends enough time in your company, then maybe some of that confidence will become his, too. Anything which is important to you is, by default, important to Arthur, and he would soak up anything about your culture that you want to share with him like he’s a sponge. Injustice infuriates Arthur and if anyone ever said anything even slightly offensive to you or about you, then Arthur would be rightfully indignant and he can, will, and has taken a few punches to defend your honour. Arthur loves all of you and he wouldn’t have you any other way, and if ever you became insecure about any part of you, physical or otherwise, then Arthur would be right there with cuddles and all the words you need to hear the most! You’re creative and quiet evenings are spent with the two of you spending time together separately. You would be sat on the worn sofa, with a spring digging into you from somewhere, writing a story or creating poetry, and Arthur would be sat at the small coffee table. The room would be filled with a quietly playing film on the old television, and the sounds of your scribbling and Arthur’s own squeakier pen. Arthur wouldn’t ever ask you, he’s too shy and too afraid of rejection, but he’d love to read the things which you’ve written and he’d put on personal shows for you, too, so that he can practice his comedy, and he might even ask you to help him with his material!

For one reason or another, Arthur has insomnia and most often is he awake at all hours of the night, only able to grab a scant handful of hours of sleep before he’s woken up by his own body. He also likes to go on late night walks, especially after Penny dies, and your spontaneous tendencies to go to the park at 3 AM would be perfect here; because when you wake up, wanting to go on an adventure, Arthur already has his worn and faded mustard yellow jacket on, shoes by the door and a knowing but weary and exhausted smile on his face. “Let’s go, darling,” Arthur would light up a cigarette, exhaling and running a hand through his hair, “Before it starts to get light.”. Arthur adores these night time adventures and he is always, in one way or another, touching you. Whether it’s cuddling on the sofa when he’s watching The Murray Franklin Show (you’re too busy watching him to be fussed about someone who’s entire comedic theme is humiliating other people for the sake of a laugh from a bought and paid for audience), or holding Arthur close to you when he’s shivering after you found him in the fridge at three in the morning, or an arm wrapped around your waist when you’re on the way home from Pogo’s, or even just a grounding touch, you are always touching one another in one way or another. Both of you have your struggles and challenges and it’s not an easy relationship to begin with, but there is so much love between you and that’s what really keeps the two of you together. Arthur is no stranger when it comes to mental illness and if he ever had any questions, he would either ask you directly or he would bring it up during his next appointment with Doctor Kane. As far as finding it difficult to trust people Arthur always understands and he would do everything that he could, as well as you doing everything that you could, to coax and to ease each other into the connection which is so obviously there. The first time you showed him your self harm scars, he cooed softly in shared pain and in understanding and in love and he lavished kisses all over the scars, a single shaky index finger gently rubbing in his kisses, as if the love he has for you would seep into the pores of your skin and heal you from the inside out… he’s not far wrong. Again, and this is very important, Arthur loves you for all of you, and there’s nothing you could ever say or do which would make Arthur love you any less or be any less proud of you.

 Arthur really admires your style. Everyone in Gotham follows the crowd. They don’t ever deviate for fear of ridicule or similar and as such, your own bravery in being who you are and putting your outside on the inside is something which Arthur deeply admires and again does he feel that if he spends lots of time with you, some of your confidence and security in who you are as a person will rub off on him. In time will he discover just how right he is in that theory, though it will be in the worst of ways. You’re a dark person and Arthur gravitates towards that; it’s cathartic, for one, but also, for Arthur, there’s safety in your darkness because it’s yours. He adores how the dark colours you wear contrast so starkly with the bright and mismatched colours which he wears. You complete each other, he thinks, and he wants to know whether your piercings hurt. Why did you get them? Why those places? Did it hurt? How did it happen, what was the process of being pierced? Whether he rattles off those questions in an excited blur or finds out the answers over time all depends on how receptive you are to his curiosity, but he’d definitely be very curious and supportive. Arthur would really admire how comfortable you are in your own skin and he hopes for that for himself, one day. It’ll be sooner than either of you think and neither of you will be ready. You have glasses and Arthur only ever touches them if they’re left somewhere which is dodgy - for example, on the edge of the sink. He lets you put them down and take them off and he’s ready and willing always to give you a hand if you drop them, but otherwise he doesn’t interfere. He wouldn’t like it if you moved his things around, after all, though of course he wouldn’t say anything. Arthur is incredibly protective of you and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. You’re his entire world and he’s so ready and willing to love you with everything that he has and everything that he is. The fact that you feel the same way about him only makes him want to cry. Sometimes he does, and you hold him close and you comfort him and he only cries more. Mutual comfort is something which is really common in your relationship and you both adore it and each other all the more for it. 

Arthur was definitely intimidated by you when he first saw you, but it wasn’t because of your resting face, your style or your piercings. It was just because that’s how Arthur is, so shy and so unsure of social interactions is he. He kept looking at you, intensely curious about you and wanting to talk to you, but in the end were you the one to approach him; you’re friendly and sweet and after that first awkward interaction, Arthur was very taken with you and he wanted to dive straight in to the oceans of your mind and to never resurface. Months later, that is still very much what he wishes to do with you, just as much as you want to dive into him! Arthur really does admire the way that you’re not afraid to be yourself, and he would tell you as such on your first meeting. “I… I re-really like your - your clothes. They look good on you.”. As the days turn to weeks and the weeks bleed into months, Arthur is no longer intimidated by you. He knows you, he sees you, he loves you. He loves all of you just as deeply as you love all of him and when you get sad by the way people assume about you, Arthur hums softly. “I know what that’s like. It hurts but… so long as the people who love you, like me,” He would smile sweetly, “Know who you are, then, that’s okay. You’re the best person in Gotham and you make everything worth it.”. Arthur loves you for all of you, and there’s nothing which you could ever say or do which would make him love you any less or be any less proud of you.

Joker // wc: 1, 740.

If you thought that Arthur used to be protective of you, then you’re in for a wild ride when he saunters home one night and, “it’s Joker now, darling!”. You don’t know what this is all about and you’re not sure how to take it, but there’s something familiar in those green oceans which you know and love so well. You stop and you look at Arthur and you realise that he’s the same man he’s always been. There’s just something about him which has always been so magnetic, so hypnotic and so specifically Arthur that you know you would recognise him anywhere. You’re not entirely supportive of who he is as Joker, because you want for him to still get the help and support which he so obviously needs, but you also know that you love him and that you will weather every storm with him, every storm for him, just as he always will for you. Your brown eyes bring Joker home to you every single day, just as they always have, and you come to sync up your hair dying routines: when you dye your hair purple, Joker dyes his green. You help each other out with this, bonding over your vivid colours, and as the green and the purple flecks merge and blend together in the ceramic sink, tinged yellow with age, Joker realises that he’s finally home; body, mind, heart and soul. You are his home. Joker is extremely protective of you, and where he used to take punches to defend you, now he gives them out, too, not giving people a chance to retract anything they say or do to you. You get what you fucking deserve, as he once so famously said, and it’s not unusual for you to have to tend to his injuries, just like you had to tend to his bruises when he used to take beatings, the poor man. You’re creative and so much of how you used to spend your days together remains to be the same; Joker wants to show you that he’s still the same man he’s always been, even after his mental break, but he just no longer cares about what the world may think of him. You still spend quiet evenings together, with you writing and Joker either reading his old battered brown journal or watching the news quietly. He does everything he can to show you that he’s still himself and you only love him deeper for who he is. In truth does Joker love you just as deeply. You’re his entire world and he makes sure that you know that.

Your spontaneous nature works perfectly with Joker; by now is he used to being up all hours of the night, to doing things just because he can, so when you wake up at 3 AM wanting to go for a walk somewhere, Joker’s probably coming in through the front door after a night of doing who knows what (you’ll find out in the morning, you’re sure, when you finally watch the news), and he’s ready to go out again when you are! You’re very clingy and you love to cuddle and Joker adores all the ways you love on him, just like you used to. Really, nothing much has changed in your relationship, apart from the fact that Arthur no longer cares. He’s so cuddly with you and even when he’s busy, he always has time for you. If he doesn’t, then he makes time for you; you’re always his number one priority. You always have been and you always will be. You’re his one and only and no matter what kind of mood he’s in, he welcomes your touches and he always wants more of them and of you. Sometimes Joker’s too pent up to be touched but he learns over the days and weeks to let you in, to let you help him, and really, he loves you too much to ever fully push you away. Even when everything in him is screaming at him to get up, to run, to get out, because his various mental illnesses are now untreated and who knows how that will show itself within him, Joker will remain still. He may be stiff in your hold but after a few moments, he’ll relax into you just like he always will. You have PTSD, as does Arthur, and he understands. By this stage in your relationship, Arthur knows exactly how to help you, how to support you and how to be there for you, and there’s still nothing that he wouldn’t do for you. It’s not always sunshine and rainbows, nothing ever is, and if it’s ever too good to be true, that’s because it is and you should run, dearheart, but time and again do the two of you fall back together because there is so much love between you. No matter how rough it gets, no matter how difficult things are for either of you, there is always love and that’s what matters most of all! You are almost always touching in one way or another, that is another thing which has never changed, and when you’re cuddling, Joker likes to press kisses to your self-harm scars; just like he always used to. To replace your marks of pain and suffering with marks of love and understanding is something which he still loves to do, and again and again do you look at Joker and you see him, just as you always have. You love each other so deeply and it is the saving grace when times are so rough that you wonder what the point of everything is. The point is each other and you remind each other of that fact every single day, so in love are the two of you that you don’t even have to try; you just are. The best things in life defy explanation.

Joker adores your style. You are so you and when he is out and about in the city he likes to look for things which he thinks you would like; he usually grabs them quickly and tucks them under his blazer. He can run fast and he is never worried about getting caught. One day that will catch up to him, but for now will he present you with gifts with a flourish fitting the clown he is and a proud smirk. He knows you so well. Even to this day, months later from the day he first met you, he really admires you and your courage to dress the way you most like to. And now, with Arthur out of his old high school clothes and into a brightly coloured, highly recognised suit, the two of you dress like stark opposites to each other if Joker goes out in public. When he goes out bare faced and in his older clothes, though, the two of you are still contrasted, especially because Arthur wears his bright yellow hoodie. This contrast only makes Joker stay close to you; you are different in some ways but for every difference is there a similarity and he clings to those as surely as he clings to your hand. Your hair means that you stand out in a crowd, but Joker loves that - he knows that you’re real and actually with him when people double take when you walk past them. Most of the souls in Gotham are apathetic to the things which go on around them so people barely notice your hair colour, but Joker cherishes the small reminders that you do exist. It makes him hold your hand a little tighter, his fingers interlocked with yours even as he smirks over at you. On Hallowe’en, he likes to ask you to do his makeup and you match on those nights and Joker loves to dance around in the streets with you, your piercings glinting in the soft orange glow given off by the street lights, people staring but the two of you uncaring… You have glasses and Joker still doesn’t touch them unless you have left them somewhere which could be dangerous, like the edge of the sink, but he also likes to tap upon one of the arms of your glasses by way of asking you to remove them so that he can see you. This is especially true if you’re crying, so he can wipe your tears away directly from the source, a soft smirk on his lips. Oh, how he loves you. There is nothing that he won’t do for you and that’s always been true and it will always be true.

When you’re out and about in the streets with Arthur and someone turns their shoulder so that you don’t walk into them, they’re either being polite or they’re intimidated by you. Sometimes you can shrug it off, always assuming the best in people, but when Joker can see that you have been upset by it, so intuitive is he and so well does he know you, he only grips  your hand tighter and he says something like, “it’s okay, I know who you are. That’s all that matters. People think they know me too, and,” He shrugs, smirking, but you can see the pain in his beautiful sea green eyes, “They don’t. But you do. And that’s enough for me.” the it has to be goes unspoken but you hear it anyway and you squeeze his hand by way of silent understanding. So much of what passes between the two of you is unspoken because you just know each other so well that you don’t even need to speak - you can see it in each other’s eyes. No matter what happens, no matter where you go or who you become, Joker loves you. You’re his everything; your love for him is the weapon against the world which he keeps locked and loaded, his finger on the trigger even though he knows that you’ll protect him so well that he doesn’t even need to bother to defend himself. He loves all of you for exactly who you are, just as you love all of him, and there’s nothing which the two of you wouldn’t do for each other. The best things defy explanation and, oh, not even Shakespeare himself could adequately describe the love which exists between the two of you. You’re written into the very fabric of the universe.

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Switcheroo 5

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A/N: Why hello again. Are you doing well? Anyway, here ya go. Sorry it took so long. I’m bad a time management.

Warnings: Swearing, racist comments, tell me if I missed anything.

Summary: Two men meet at a coffee shop. It goes rather well. 

Oh, if only it didn’t.

Logan hurried into the first shop that was open, hoping to escape the huge gust of chilly autumn wind that had just started to pick up. As the door shut behind him he unwrapped his scarf from his neck and used it to wipe off his glasses. Once he was sure they were good he set them on his nose and took a look around.

He had seemed to enter a coffee shop. Seeing as he was in down town( looking for a present for Roman. His birthday is next week!)he wasn't surprised to see that it was a place he had never been to before. 

Logan decided that, while he was here, he might as well get something as he was starving. He moved over to the line, glad it wasn't short and checked the menu.

“Next!” he heard the barista call and Logan moved up. The lady in front of him in line began to talk to the girl behind the counter

“I’d like a caramel frap, please” the lady in front of him asked in a polite tone. Logan pulled out his phone to scroll through Facebook while he waited.  

“Oh, I'm really sorry, ma’am but we’re actually out of caramel” the girl, her tag said Caroline, explained. The ladies body language seemed to change and Logan is sure her face did too.

“The fuck is this, McDonalds? How the hell do you just ‘run out of caramel’?” she snarled, taking off her sunglasses. Logan's head snapped up. Completely forgetting the text he was about to send.

The girls face seemed to morph to one of slight terror.

“I-I,” the girl stuttered. “I mean we’re out. We ran out yesterday and our shipment hasn’t come yet. You can get something else...if you want.” the girl mumbled. The lady placed her hands on her hips. Logan stepped to the side, pretending to look at the menu but really he just wanted to get a good look of the lady he was about to fight. 

“Look, I don't think you really wanna pull that ‘we’re out’ bullshit. I know you’re lying, you're kind always do.” the lady snarked, the snarl on her face twisting her bright red lipstick into a mouth shaped slap in the face and Logan was mad. He was mad because the girl appeared Hispanic and so was his best friend. His best friend who went through so much bullshit when she was in high school for being from Cuba that she vowed to stop speaking Spanish until he finally convinced her to embrace her heritage in their third year of college. God, he didn’t want this girl to be like Eliana. 

“Is there a problem here?” A man who had been working on drinks moved over to the counter, a fake smile plastered on his face. 

Now, Logan was not a religious man. He believed in science and the cold hard facts. He was raised to be a Christian but by the time he got to high school, and he discovered he was gay as hell and very very much an atheist, he basically abandoned the mere thought of religion. 

That being said, this man was an angel. A fucking god sent and Logan was gay. 

He was gay for his dark brown eyes that looked like the dirt you put only the most expensive flowers in. He was gay for the was his black hair was tied up in the back in a bun on his head, and the small undercut. He was gay for the vitiligo that seemed to add an air of uniqueness and overall beauty and he was gay for the tattoos on his arms. He was gay for snake bites that looked so unprofessional, so not Logan, and he adored it. 

The lady snarled at the man Logan couldn’t keep his eyes off of.

“Yes! This stupid employee seems to think that lying in the work place is acceptable! She’s also been sassing me whenever I tried to ask for clarifications. I demand to speak to a manager!” the lady said. 

The man gave her a flat look.

“Okay, Caroline?” He turned to her. She looked up at him in confusion. “How would you like a promotion?” he asked her. Her eyes widened before a devilish smile broke out across her face.

“Gladly.” She said and turned to the lady whose eyes were as wide as saucers. Logan had to bite back a snort as he knew it would only worsen the situation.

“HOW DARE YOU!” she yelled, effectively quieting the entire café. Logan watched on with everyone else as she proceeded to lose her temper. “I WILL REPORT YOU TO THE OWNER OF THIS ESTABLISHMENT! YA HEAR ME, YA DIRTY ASIAN! I WILL GET YOU FIRED!” she screeched. 

“Excuse you?” he asked, tone level and calm. She shot him a glare and reached into her bag, pulling out her phone.

“I want the number of the owner, now.” She seethed. The man shrugged and gave it to her. She typed it into her phone and held it up to her ear as it rang. A few moments of silence before a ringing tone spread through the café. There were a few chuckles as the man pulled the phone out of his apron pocket, answered, and held it up to his ear. 

 “Hello, Simple Snake Café. Owner speaking. How may I help you?” He answered, staring her right in the eye. She hung up the phone and looked around wildly, looking for support. Her eyes landed on Logan. He knew what was about to happen and he really didn’t want it to happen.

“Can you believe this?!” she somewhat shrieked in his face. Logan looked down at the tiny bundle of anger that was in front of him and frowned. 

“The only thing I can’t believe is why you haven’t apologized to the owner and that poor girl, turned around and left. You seem to be twice her-” he jabbed a thumb at Caroline. “Age and you were over here yelling in her face about something she could not control. You look like an adult but you surely haven't acted like one.” he scolded the lady, going into full teacher mode. The lady huffed and stormed out the restaurant, mumbling about contacting her lawyers but Logan didn’t care. 

There was silence for a few moments before everyone went back to talking, the girl going back to ringing up orders with a megawatt smile. The man gave Logan a look before indicating for Logan to follow him. Logan complied and followed him into a corner. They were close, very close. He smelt like coffee and something metallic. Logan thought it was oddly endearing. 

“I just wanted to thank you for doing that.” The man sighed, shooting a small smile at Logan. Logan was about to tell him it was no problem before he spoke again. “Is there anything I could do to repay you?” he asked, looking down at Logan with such a sweet smile.

Now, Logan has read enough fanfiction in his life to know how this could go. He could say no. Tell the man that he really didn’t need to repay him and he was just happy to help. The man would ask him if he was sure and he’d say yes and then probably leave from the sheer embarrassment, never buying anything. He could then go home, call Eli, rant about how hot this guy was and then make sure to never come back here while also regretting never asking for the stranger's number or name. There was another option but Logan wasn’t stupid enough to-

 “Are you gay?” he blurted.

Ah. Turns out Logan is stupid enough. 

“What?” The man squeaked, cheeks darkening with a vibrant blush. Logan felt his own cheeks burn but he decided that there was no backing out now. 

“Men. I- do you happen to like them?” he clarified. The man nodded, quite eagerly, which made Logan blush even more because it was adorable and Logan was so gay.

“Great. So do I. Do you happen to be single?” 

“I-yes. I’m single.”

“Great,” Logan cleared his throat. “You’re single and I’m gay. How about a movie this Saturday? My treat.”

The mans face fell. “Can’t. I have plans with my kid. How about Sunday?” he asked. Logan smiled and nodded. They talked a bit more and exchanged numbers before the man told Logan he had to get back to work. 

“Go ahead. I have to go anyway.” Logan checked his watch. He had dinner with Eli and the family today and he knew she’d start cursing at him in Spanish if he was late again. 

“Perfect timing. Oh, I’m Desmond by the way but most people call me De,” 

“Logan. I like the name. A pretty name for a pretty face.” he smiled. Desmond blushed before rushing out another goodbye and hurrying into the back room. Logan chuckled at the sheer adorableness before leaving. 

Oh, if only De had told Logan the name of his child. Or maybe if Logan had mentioned the fact that he had a god son that was basically a kid to him. Maybe then we wouldn’t have had as many problems as we inevitably will. 

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Malibu Desert

Getting to know your neighbor is fun.

Mayans

Fluff, angst, more

Master List

Chapter Two 

I pull to a stop in my SUV. Glancing from the GPS on the dash to the rusted gate of Romero Bros Scrap. This was it. Behind there was Bishop and his MC. 

It had been a week since I had dinner at his place. And I'd been waiting on my day off to repay him. Which he assured me that I didn't have to do. I knew I didn't have to do it I wanted to. I really wanted a reason to see him again. 

The inside of my car smelled of barbecue and I hoped he'd like it. It was from a deli nearby. I wanted to feed the man, not kill him with my cooking skills. 

My nerves had settled a touch when the gate rattled open and I pulled through. I'm guided through stacks of what used to be cars and through a second gate that surrounded the clubhouse. 

"I'm here to see Bishop, " I said as a tall Hispanic man comes to the window to see what I need. The name tag stitched on his yard shirt read Angel. That was not an understatement. Santo Padre didn't lack in good looking men. 

"He expecting you?" He asks. 

"Yeah, I brought him lunch, " I respond. 

"Yo Prospect!" He shouts across the yard then turns back to me and gives me a once over as he opens my door, "you must be his Malibu Barbie." Another man, equally muscular, trots over before I could reply. "She's here for Bish. Carry her shit." 

"Thanks, " I say as the second man swings open my passenger side door and grabs the box of food.  “I could have carried it though.” 

“Bishop would have me on yard duty for a month if I’d let you,” he responds as he shifts the box of food to his other arm and holds the clubhouse door open. 

The clubhouse was relatively empty.  It was the middle of the afternoon, aside from Bishop and a long-haired man with a vice president patch on his leather kutte. Bishop snuffs out his cigarette and stands when he sees me.  Their conversation had stopped. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” the hem of my sundress flowed around my thighs as I walk almost mesmerizing the man.  I pat myself on the back internally for my outfit choice.  

He raises his dark eyes to meet my blue ones, “Not interrupting at all,” he replied, “This is my VP, Taza. This is Nova.”

“Nice to meet you,” I motion for the prospect to set the box down, “I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I got some of everything. Chicken, beef, pulled pork and some ribs. Corn, coleslaw, baked beans. I may have gotten a little too much.”

“Just enough to feed the entire MC,” Bishop chuckles, ”nationwide.”   

“You’ll be well fed then,” I pull out the various containers of food and plates.  I take a seat next to Bishop after I was satisfied that he and his men had filled their plates to capacity.  I place a napkin in my lap and pray that I don’t spill any sauce on my face or the front of my dress when I ate.  I listened to Bishop and Taza talk about club stuff.  Or as much about club stuff as they would disclose in front of a nonmember.  My delicate nature couldn’t handle the blood and death that seemed to follow the MC.  I’d asked around. And knowing what little I knew, didn’t scare me. It intrigued me. Let me know that I had moved next door to a man that could keep me safe if I needed it.  

The hours passed by and lunch turned into the entire afternoon of talking.  The rumble of incoming bikes reminded both of us of the time and his commitments. 

"Templo, " Taza says as the door swings open and several more men in leather kuttes file through. 

"I guess that's my queue, " I slide my chair back and start to stand. 

"Stay, " Bishop says, "shouldn't take but an hour. Things get interesting after Templo." 

"What he means booze, fighting, and pussy, " Angel adds now wearing his own kutte. "It'll be a whole new experience for you, Malibu." 

"How could I possibly say no to that? " I give him a smile. 

Bishop arches a brow at the exchange as a smirk plays on his lips, "Damn, girl." He heads toward a door covered in stained glass images. "Prospect! Clean this shit up and keep her company." 

I watch as Bishop walks past that door followed by Taza, Angel, and the rest of his Mayans before the door slides closed again.

"So is Prospect your given name?" I offer him a smile as I start picking up plates and cups to throw away. 

"EZ, " he says as he sweeps. I give him a look, "Ezekiel."

"Very biblical, " I pluck a rag from behind the bar and wipe the tables. "Your friend doesn't seem to like me much." 

"Angel?" He looks up at me and I nod. "He's my brother and had his heartbroken by a rich white girl a few years ago. Don't take it personally." 

"Not much I can do about either of those things, " I give him a meaningful look, "though I'm not really rich."

"Living in Malibu, compared to how we grew up, " he uncaps a beer and hands it to me, "you are." 

I nod. I didn't doubt I had things better at least financially than EZ and his brother. We all have our crosses to bear. 

I feel of calloused hands on my hips, pulls me from darker thoughts.  I smile leaning back against him. "How'd it go?" 

"The way it should, " he responded. I knew enough not to ask him to elaborate and risk losing the warmth of his body pressed against me. "Come get a drink with me." I nodded, letting him lead me to the bar. EZ fills two glasses with Patron. I tremble a little as it burns it's way down my throat. He smiles pushing my copper locks from my face, motioning for more shots. And I match him shot for shot. Losing count and forgetting that I wasn't much of a drinker. It feels safe here to just let go. 

"Hermosa, " I don't know if he said anything after that because my lips were pressed against his. He tasted of tequila and smoke. And I wanted to drown in the man. My hands rest on the warmth of his leather, he squeezed my hips pulling me closer. I step back catching my breath. He smirks, "I was just gonna ask you if you wanted to go outside and watch the fight. Angel and Creeper are boxing." 

"Oh, " my cheeks flush. "Sorry." 

"Not complaining, " he slides another shot in front of me and downs his. I lift the glass and toss it back. He drapes his arm around my shoulders and ushers me out the door. 

I sit listening as fist collides with flesh, leaning into Bishop's side. The buzz ringing loud with the screams of the guys cheering their brothers on. If I were sober I'd wince at the sight but the tequila and the man beside me had my head spinning in different directions. My hand squeezes his thigh as Angel tossed Creeper against the fence. 

"You ready for me to take you home, sweetheart?" He asks leaning in to whisper in my ear, "I can't have you grabbing my dick in front of my guys." 

I look down realizing the leg I squeezed was actually his lap. 

"Yeah, I think we should get out of here, " my lips find him again. "You should drive, " I giggle, "I think I'm a little drunk." 

"Good idea, " he kisses my temple and helps me up. "Where are your keys?" 

"Inside, my purse, " I lean against my SUV. 

"Wait here, querida, " he makes sure I'm standing before walking off. EZ comes out holding my purse and I giggle again. 

"I put it behind the bar before anyone got here, " he said. That was probably a good idea but at the moment I didn't exactly know why. 

"Bishop is gonna take me home, " I stated louder than necessary. 

"It was nice to meet you, Nova, " he smiled as I dig my keys out of the bottom.

"Tell Angel I'll sew his pretty face up tomorrow if he’s nice to me. He'll look like Frankenstein if I try tonight, " I hand Bishop my keys when he comes back out. "Take me home. I want to see you naked." My brain to mouth filter had completely shut down at this point. 

"Come on, baby, " he helps me in the SUV before climbing behind the wheel. Moments later we've pulled into my driveway. He opens my door and I almost spill out. My arms wrapped around his neck pulling him to me. "Fuck, you are making being a gentleman hard as hell." 

"Among other things, " I smirk then kiss him again moaning into his lips feeling his reaction pressing firmly against my stomach. 

"Yes, among other things, " he scoops me up bridal style and carries me across the yard to his place. He fumbles with his keys and kicks open his door. He turns sideways to lead me down his narrow hallway. My lips and tongue tasting the salty-sweet skin on his neck. My feet touch the floor of his dark bedroom. Somewhere along the way, I'd lost my shoes. "Fuck, " he mutters as my hand finds the bulge in his jeans. 

Goose flesh prickles over my skin when he pulls my dress over my head and my bra falls to the floor. He shrugs out of his kutte and shirt. And I fell backward to the bed pulling him with me. I let out a moan as he grinds into me, the roughness of his jeans pressed against the soft satin of my panties. The friction lighting a charge deep in the pit of my stomach. 

*Condom, Bishop, " I moan needing to feel him inside me. He nods fumbling in his nightstand drawer. 

"I will be right back, " he kisses me once more before he crosses the room to his bathroom. I close my eyes just for a minute while I wait for him. "Nova?" I groan turning over on my side, snuggling into the pillow. He pushes my hair from my face. And I hear a smile instead of frustration, "Sleep,  Hermosa."  I feel the bed sink beside me as he climbs in beside me and pulled the covers up over us. 

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I groan, hating the sun at that moment. Didn't it know that I was hungover? I open my eyes focusing on the unfamiliar surroundings. Flashes of the night before. His lips, his hands. Then blank. I'd like to think sex with Bishop would be so mindblowing I would remember it. 

I throw back the covers prepared for the walk of shame. My panties are still on.  I blink again seeing a glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol, and a T-shirt on the table by the bed. 

I swallow a couple of pills chasing them with the water. He thought of everything. He even took into consideration that my passing out voided my consent. 

I slip the shirt over my head and make my way into the bathroom and take care of that need. I wash my face and try to get myself somewhat presentable before I look for Bishop. 

Satisfied that I no longer had mascara on my forehead and my hair wasn't sticking up I emerge. I follow the scent of freshly brewed coffee and frying bacon. 

"Morning, " I inch slowly into the kitchen. Bracing myself for the anger from a man who got worked up but not satisfied. The anger I had grown accustomed to before. 

"Morning, " Bishop's voice wasn't angry, it was soothing, "How are you feeling?" He motions to a barstool. I move timidly waiting for the other shoe to drop. He sets a cup of coffee in front of me.  

"Better now, " I inhale the sweet aroma. And take a drink. He'd added just enough sugar and milk. I take a sip then raise my eyes to his. There's no anger on his face, just concern. "I'm sorry about last night." 

"Why are you sorry?" He asked, "You had a good time right?"  I nod, confused. "Then there's nothing to apologize for. Though next time you don't have to try to keep up with me. I'm used to drinking that much."

"Wait, you're not pissed I didn't fuck you last night?" I watch genuinely confused.

He lifts my face so my eyes are locked with his, "I'm not sure what kind of pendejos you're used to but I'm a grown man. I don't get pissed when my girl doesn't put out."

"No?" I relax a little and he takes a seat next to me. 

"No, " he leans forward kissing my temple, "I got you in my bed. That's enough until you're ready for more." 

I give him a smile, quirking a brow, "Your girl?" 

"You know what I mean, " he places a plate with bacon and toast in front of me. 

"I think so, " I give him a smile taking a bite of bacon, it was just crisp enough. I close my eyes and whisper,  "perfect." 

“It’s just breakfast,” he gives me a smile. “I gotta go on a run to Vegas tomorrow. Should be back in a few days.”

“OK,” I knew it must be club stuff. I wasn’t going to ask.  He’d tell me if he could. I pick up my plate and his and carry them to the sink.  He stands behind me as I rinse. So close I can feel the heat from his breath on my neck, his hands rest on my hips.

“I want to take you for a ride when I get back,” he states. My cheeks flush at the double meaning. 

“A ride, huh?” I turn my eyes to meet his. My tongue glides over my lips.

"You keep that up neither of us will be leaving today, " his voice almost a growl. 

"You're the boss aren't you?" I arch a brow. His hands massaging my hips, inching my shirt up higher. 

"That doesn't mean what you think it means, querida, " he brushes my hair to the side and presses his lips to my cheek. "And don't you have work?" 

I could stand there with his arms wrapped around me indefinitely and I would be perfectly happy. But I couldn't stay in the comfort of this bubble much longer. "Yeah, I should head home and get ready. Will I see you before you leave?" 

"I'll do my best, " he responded. 

[ritterkaitlyn1991]

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