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star-girl69 · 11 months

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enemies to lover with nat !! i’m begging for u to end this drought! spoiled reader who always get on nats nerve very angsty if you could make it

Party Queen

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: this was so fun to write but idk if i did the request justice ☹️ anyways i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: drugs and alcohol, underage drinking and smoking, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

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“Of course I wasn’t home for curfew,” you chuckle, sending Shauna and Jackie an odd look. You were talking about the keg party you had all attended last night, and how late you had ended up leaving.

“Won’t your parents care?” Shauna scoffs.

“As long as I’m not pregnant, why the hell would Rebecca care?”

Both of them look at you, even more confused now. You sigh, bringing your knee up to your chest to tie your cleats.

“Rebecca? The housekeeper? I told you guys about her, right?” Jackie nods after a moment.

“Yeah, but… I kinda thought you were joking?”

You let out a laugh, bending over on the bench, almost crying as you double over.

“Oh, oh, my God, that is so funny,” you breathe when you calm down. “I mean, like, not to be a bitch, but come on! My dad’s off in like, Canada or something, and my mom’s at a wellness retreat in San Antonio. Rebecca is my second mom, basically.”

“Yeah…” Jackie chuckles. “Because that’s perfectly normal.”

You shrug, setting your now tied cleats onto the ground.

“Oh, that reminds me. I was thinking- team bonding at my house tonight? We can use the pool, and I think the hottub is warm, and Rebecca can order pizza for us!” you stand up, putting your hands around Jackie and Shauna’s shoulders as Coach Martinez calls you onto the field.

“Can Jeff come?” Jackie asks.

“Only if you share,” you wink, and it takes Jackie a moment, but she laughs when she realizes you’re joking.

Shauna shrugs. “I’ll come.”

“Great!” you smile, squeezing their shoulders before letting go to take a knee in front of Coach.

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“Hey, Taissa,” you say. There’s a pause in the scrimmage- one of the JV girls had accidentally kicked the ball over the fence, and Misty had volunteered to go get it, conveniently not knowing where the extras were.

“Hey, Y/N,” Taissa says, stretching by pulling her foot up to her back.

“Team bonding at my house tonight?” she raises one eyebrow at you. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a reputation. “Fine. It’s a party.”

She looks you up and down. “Free booze?”

“And pizza!” you sing. “Bring your bathing suit, too.”

She bites her lip, toying with the idea. “Sure,” she says after a moment, sending you a small smile.

“What could the great Taissa Turner possibly have to say to the Party Queen?” Natalie snorts, walking over just as Misty shouts she has the ball, starting her run back over.

Taissa rolls her eyes.

“Party,” you say, drawing out the world while you fix your ponytail. “Free booze, free pizza, and my pool? What’s not to love?”

She smiles and rolls her eyes. “Sorry, Y/N, I’m just deathly allergic to mansions and the people who live in them.”

“You’re no fun,” you scoff. “I mean, what else are you gonna do tonight? Get drunk and suck someone’s dick? Why not at least do it on my dad’s dime?”

“Ha. Fuck you, Y/N.”

“Will you just come?” you groan. “It’s team bonding.”

She stares at you up and down for a moment, and you adjust your jersey, feeling weird under her stare.

“Fine,” she says after a moment.

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Rebecca had only shook her head and said not to cause any damage, before placing an order for a million pizzas, and you changed into bathing suit, putting on a loose white cover-up, making sure the pool was clean and the snacks and pizza were out- before you rubbed some sunscreen on yourself, put on some sunglasses, and sat in the last rays of the dying sun.

“Oh, holy shit,” someone laughs, and you hear the click of the fence gate shut. You pull your sunglasses down, looking at Taissa and Van.

“You’re here!” you smile, standing up, adjusting your sunglasses and placing an oversized beach hat on your head. Van immediately grabs a slice of pizza, looking at you, but you only make a wide motion with your hands. “The hot tubs at, like, 102, and the pool is at 84, I think,” your voice drops to a whisper, even though Rebecca is inside the guest room reading her romance book, “the beer is in the coolers.” You nod your head to the two coolers you had lined up against the wall and filled with cheap alcohol.

“Oh, thank God,” Taissa mutters, immediately walking over to it. The gate creaks open again, and slowly, everyone starts filing in.

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Natalie doesn’t arrive until it’s already dark, when it feels like the party is just getting started. You’ve long abandoned all your accessories, instead chatting with one of the freshman, Allie, about how she had gotten invited to prom.

“Hey, Party Queen,” Natalie mutters, looking around, and you’re already a little tipsy.

“Natalie!” you shout, not meaning to, and she laughs and cringes while you clear your throat. “I’m drunk,” you explain, and she raises her eyebrows.

“Just a bit?”

“Just a bit,” you nod, saluting like a soldier, which makes you giggle. “Oh, um, beer is-” you spin around, until you finally find the wall with the coolers. “There. And any pizza left is on the table. You were late,” you shrug.

“Oh, wow. What will I ever do without a slice of cheap pizza?”

You frown. “I love Alfredo’s pizza, though.”

“Oh, God,” she mutters, looking around the backyard. Allie has long since walked away. “This place is ridiculous, you know?”

“Ridiculously fun?” you ask, reaching out to grab her wrist, tugging her over to the lounge chairs. A girl screams as she jumps into the pool from the diving board, and Natalie grins, laughing.

“Not the word I would have used,” Natalie shrugs, and you grab her bag from her and put it on the nearest lounge chair. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asks, not making a move to grab her bag.

“Won’t you swim?” you ask, feeling slightly bad that not everyone is having fun at your party. You had a reputation to uphold, anyways. Natalie rolls her eyes, and you lift off your bathing suit cover, letting it drop to the concrete.

She looks at your boobs.

“Stoo staring at my boobs,” you grumble, slipping off your flip-flops.

“What- why would I stare at your boobs?”

“‘Cause I’m hot, duh.”

“I think the parties are getting to your brain.”

You shrug and step into the water, looking at her over your shoulder. And she’s staring at you, but she doesn’t make any move to take off your own clothes. You shrug and submerge yourself, swimming over to Jackie, Shauna, and the infamous Jeff.

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You climb out of the pool, pretending you don’t feel eyes on you, spotting Natalie and a glowing ember in her hand. She hasn’t even taken off her jacket, and you suppose it’s a little chilly, especially coming out of the water.

The refreshing pool did nothing to make you any less drunk, and you sit on the end of Natalie’s lounge chair, forcing her to tuck her legs up and sit to avoid getting wet.

“Jesus Christ,” she groans, letting smoke blow out of her mouth. You lean forward.

“Give me some,” you say.

She scoffs. “Why would I do that? Not even a please from the spoiled queen? Oh, God, I’m wounded.”

“Fine. You’ve smoked so much I can probably just absorb it from the air around you.”

You can see her smile, slightly forced, like it always is when it comes to you. “Why are you such a bitch? Mad that daddy’s away?”

“I’m having a pool party at my house, unsupervised, with pizza and beer. Why would I be mad?”

“Yeah, whatever,” she mumbles.

“Seriously, can I have some, though?”

“No.”

“Look at who’s the bitch now, huh?”

“You didn’t even say please, you spoiled brat.”

“Please!” you shout, a smile on your face, and Natalie laughs but finally gives in after a moment, putting the join in front of your face, and you eagerly wrap your lips around the end and breathe in the poisoned air.

You cough, smoke dripping from your mouth.

“Loser,” she mumbles, and you choose to pretend not to have heard it. She takes it back, taking her own drag, and the sounds of the girls talking and shouting and water splashing becomes the only noise.

Natalie Scatorccio has hated you from as long as you could remember. Maybe she was jealous, or maybe you had really done something to hurt her- either indirectly, or so long ago and small enough you had completely forgotten.

“Jesus,” she mutters after a moment, shuffling around, before something hits you.

“The fuck?” you ask, only to be faced with Natalie’s jacket.

“You’re shivering. It’s making me cold just looking at you.”

“Aw,” you coo, wrapping the leather jackets over your mostly-dried shoulders. “Who knew Natalie Scatorccio, infamous bitch, had a heart?”

“Who knew Y/N L/N, infamous brat, could be stupid enough to not grab a towel after she got out the pool?”

“Why do you hate me?” you ask after a moment. “Like, seriously. Did I do something super fucked up in elementary school? Because, come on, get over it.”

“I don’t hate you. You’re just annoying and spoiled.”

“So you’ve mentioned.” You turn to her, eyeing her suspiciously, and her cheeks flush, but it’s probably from the weed. “Get over it,” you say after a moment. “Not my fault my dad is like, rich, or whatever.”

She just looks away.

“Well, you’re annoying, too, you know,” you say after a moment, missing the sound of her voice.

“Oh?” she asks, but by the way she smiles- both of you know you have nothing to say.

“Whatever,” you mumble. “This is making me sad.”

You stand, stumbling a bit, throwing Natalie’s now damp jacket back onto her.

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By the time Jackie and Shauna have bid their goodbyes to you, everyone else is gone. You sigh, suiting on a lounge chair in the pitch black, stretching and feeling everything pop, before curling up. You think you stay like that for a few more minutes, telling yourself you’ll get up, but you never do.

The gate creaks open again, and you flip over, scared about serial killers-

“Damn,” Natalie mutters. “I just forgot my jacket. You… you good?” you sigh and wrap your arms around yourself.

You love throwing parties. You love the people and the music, the food and the drinks, the drugs, everything about it. They call you the Party Queen and you are- but mainly because you wish they would never end.

There’s this empty feeling festering inside of you, and this sickness that will never be cured. You tell yourself you’re not bothered by your parents leaving, but now, you don’t know.

Natalie takes a few steps closer, and you look up at her.

“I never like the end of parties,” you say.

“It’s freezing outside. You’re gonna catch a cold,” Natalie sighs, picking up her jacket. But maybe you’re too drunk too move. Natalie takes a sip from someone’s leftover beer. She mutters something to herself, before grabbing your hand and hauling you up to stand.

You stumble, drunk and confused, and she’s drunk too, so she barely steadies you, her hands all over you.

“Huh?” you say, and she wraps a tentative arm around your waist and guides you around the pool, and to the faint lights of your house.

“Time for bed,” she mumbles, and you look at her, before unlocking the sliding glass door and stepping inside the cool house.

“Why are you helping me?” you ask, staring at her suspiciously as you both lean on each other, tired and tipsy.

“I would feel like shit if I just let you to die out there.”

“I wasn’t gonna die,” you snort, taking a turn so you end up in front of the stairs. “It’s not cold enough for that yet. Besides, I was gonna get up.”

“You’re drunk,” she deadpans, and you look at her, almost missing a step, but the two of you quickly steady yourselves. “You can’t even get up the stairs, Y/N,” she sighs.

“Okay,” you mumble, drawing out the word, until you finally lean forward and open the door. Natalie helps you sit on the bed, before looking around your room, covered in soccer trophies and medals, pictures of various teams you had been on.

She sighs. “Goodnight, Party Queen,” she says after a moment, and turns to leave.

“How are you gonna get home?”

“Walk,” she shrugs, and you open the window near your bed, looking out at the sky through the faint streetlights. It’s dark, not only from the lack of sunlight but from some dark clouds rolling about in the sky.

“But, like, don’t you live at the trailer park? That’s, like, on the other side of town.” You gesture to the window. “I think it’s gonna rain.”

“Okay, Miss Meteorologist,” she chuckles, but you aren’t laughing. You’re tired.

“You can stay, if you want,” you yawn. “Rebecca won’t mind.”

“Goodnight,” she says again, as you stand up and start to slip off your bathing suit.

“You should stay.”

She doesn’t turn around until you do, until you’ve slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of undies.

“You should stay, Natalie. I would feel horrible if you died out there.”

She looks at you, then at the dark window.

“Fine,” she says after a moment, slipping off her jacket and her sneakers, placing them in a neat pile near your bed. “Only ‘cause I don’t wanna get rained on.”

“You’re drooling thinking about sharing a bed with me.”

It takes her a moment, but she laughs. Like, really, truly laughs in a way you haven’t heard anyone laugh in years. And after a moment, you’re laughing too, and suddenly she’s sitting on the edge of your bed next to you, the laughter dying off.

“I’m going to bed,” you announce, already dreading waking up with a hangover.

Everything you’re doing is shrouded in a thick haze, and you can’t tell which way is up or down, and you can’t turn back. Not now.

“I always thought you were a bitch. ‘Cause you were such a bitch to me,” you say, curling up on your side. She lays on her back, staring at the ceiling, staying far away from you and breathing heavily.

“You deserved it,” she says after a moment. “You always walk around like you own the world- it was my cosmic duty to knock you down a few pegs.” You giggle, and she finally turns her head to face you. She hides a hiccup into her hand. “But, uh, this house is so big and empty, you know? Now I feel bad.”

“I don’t think you’re so bad, Natalie,” you murmur, and she lets out a dry laugh.

“Maybe you aren’t either. I mean, you’re still a spoiled brat, but.”

“And you’re a trailer park loser.”

“Then you’re a desperate loser.”

“Fuck off, bitch,” you mutter into the pillow. “At least I’m not a goddamn drug addict.”

“At least I’m not a poor little lonely girl, waiting here her parents to pay attention to her.” She turns fully onto her side, and you look at her with narrowed eyes.

“At least my parents make money.”

“Shut up,” she breathes. “You don’t even know anything except spending money.”

“And you don’t know anything besides sucking dick.” The air in the room feels heavier, tangible.

“Shut up.”

“At least I have money to spend.”

But the more you talk, the more you don’t mean it. The more smiles form across both of your faces, giddy and carefree, too teenage girls basically home alone in a big mansion- but they only care about this room, this bed.

“Shut. Up.”

She’s whispering now, leaning towards you, and you’re leaning towards her, like you’re two magnets who can’t stay away.

“You shut up.”

She makes a motion that seems to be a shrug, before making the final leap forward, that final connection, and smashing her lips onto yours.

Life becomes flashes of teeth and tongues, lips and hands, until you’re pulling back for air, her hands in your hair, your lips bitten and swollen, the remnants of your lipstick smeared across her face.

She only pulls away enough so that your noses still brush against each others, and you can feel her breath against your skin, labored from kissing.

“At least I’m not a stupid Party Queen,” she gasps after a moment.

You smile. “You wish you were.”

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writerofadream · 4 months

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Five: Hug me (Or kiss me)

You and Duncan stared as most of the 'Screaming Gopher's' team jumped down. Then it got to Owen. Geoff, Gwen, and You go to the outhouses all stationed around various areas on the island. When it's your turn to go in, you start to laugh. "He's going to drown us all if he jumps. I for one, am to young to die."

Then you go back to the moutain and see he still hasn't jumped.

"We're all doomed aren't we?" Duncan whispered in your ear. "Oh most certainly." You laugh under your breath.

Then you watch as your end falls from the sky, and hits the water like a bomb making water splash all around you dispersing the campers in every which way. Duncan and you landed right by each other, his legs tangled with yours.

"Have I ever told you how much I hate water?" Duncan groaned his body shivering from excess fear he was shoving down. "Actually yes, countless of times." You laughed ruffling his hair as he pinned you to the grown smiling. "Don't touch the hair, princess."

"Yes, yeah! Who's the man?" Owen yelled from the safe zone in the water. The Screaming Gophers had won, the team cheered and you groaned. "Coward fucking Courtney." Duncan hit his head against the sand in contempt. "Be nice." You lightly punched his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" You heard Trent ask. "I think I lost my bathing suit." Owen muttered. "Ew." All the campers voiced their varying opinions of grossness.

As their prize the Screaming Gophers got wagons to wheel their boxes, but that didn't really bother you. The rest of your team? Yeah, it bothered them. Duncan kicked his, you just carried yours on your shoulders. "Lift with your back wasn't meant to be taking literally." Duncan teased you smiling as Eva and Courtney argued.

Tyler finally voiced his need to take a piss (for some reason) and suddenly Sadie and Katie had to go as well much to Eva's dismay. Luckily, it didn't take them very long but you noticed when Satie and Katie returned their thighs were a redish tint, but you stayed silent.

"Poison Ivy?" Duncan asked from next to you. "Oh for sure." You smiled as Chris asked you guys what was taking so long, lightly screaming when he saw Courtney's eye which was now pulsating.

Duncan rememebered when you both were around nine and were sent to 'Wilderness Survival School for troubled kids' and one of your teachers left you all in the middle of nowhere in a forest for three weeks without any supplies.

Bridgette began asking them what kinda plants had been around them when they had left, and she very quickly realized their mistake. "You guys squatted on poison ivy." She laughed behind her palm. "Oh no way, that's awesome." Chris laughed at the now freaking out girls.

Finally they ran into the water and you guys left them behind.

Geoff tried to give you all a 'inspiring speech' but in reality it made you realize how close you were to tackling someone. Courtney decided she was going to be the 'project' manager and yelled at Duncan almost immediately.

She put you in charge of building the motor which you did with ease. They had you build small engines at juvie a LOT and she had Duncan use his switchblade to cut the boxes open. But everyone else failed their jobs... spectactuarly.

The other team's hottub looked terrific.

Yours look like it did drugs.

So obviously, they won.

Yours had exploded the second Chris had touched it. "Well, I think we have a winner here." the host yelled. "The Screaming Gophers!" He announced their prize. "I'll see your sorry butts at the campfire tonight." He yelled at you guys.

Once it was time for dinner, Katie (or was it Sadie?) finally asked the question everyone was dying to know. "So- uh- what do we do now?" she muttered. "We have to figure out who we're going to vote off." Courtney explained her eye still swelling. "Well, I think it should be you sweetheart." You smiled pointing at her. "Or maybe the brick house here." Duncan pointed at DJ. "What! Why?" Courtney whined.

"Because, unless I'm mistaken, you two are the only ones here with the chicken hats, and if we ever have to lift a truck I like our chances better with the big guy." Duncan bumped shoulders with DJ causing the man to smile.

"You guys need me. I'm the only one-" Courtney began to whine. "We know, who used to be a real C.I.T." Bridgette groaned rolling her eyes. "I hate to break it to you hun, no one gives a shit." You laughed at Courtney's expression. "So who would you pick?" Bridgette asked finally letting the girl speak.

"What about him?" Courtney pointed at Tyler causing Lindsay to scream at the other table. "At least he jumped off the cliff." Duncan pointed out. "Chicken wing." You chimed in causing Courtney to yell "Shut it!" At you. "Okay, let's just chill out, this is getting way too heavy." Geoff got between you both causing you to growl.

"I've had enough prison food for one day. I'm gonna take a nap, you coming Y/N?" You both stood up to go walk off but Courtney stopped you. "You can't do that, we haven't decided who's going yet." She complained causing you to groan. "I just told get why we lost, eh. They're the ones that have six girls." That made you stop dead in your tracks because there ain't no way Ezekiel just said that.

Before Duncan could stop you, you had shoved Ezekiel's face against the table slamming it hard. "What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette growled. "Yeah home school, enlighten us." Eva hissed. "Well guys are much stronger and better at sports then girls are." Ezekiel said his voice muffled against the table. "Dumbass." Duncan groaned from behind you.

Geoff saw this look in your eyes and took a step back. "Oh snap, he did not just say that." Geoff laughed putting a hand to his face. "My dad told me to look out for the girls here, eh, and to help them in case they can't keep up." Eva grabbed Ezekiel by the throat pulling him up. "Still think we need your help keeping up?" She growled. "Not really." Ezekiel shrugged. "Okay guys let's give him a break." Geoff had Eva drop him. "At least he doesn't think guys are smarter then girls." Geoff explained and suddenly Ezekiel decided to say..

"Well they are!"

Duncan had to pull you off of him.

That night at the campfire Duncan sat on the bench and you sat at his feet . "Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world." He advised the homeschooled boy. "Killer bass, at camp marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp marshmallows represent life. You've all cast your votes and made your decision. Thee are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper that does not recieve a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the dock of shame to catch the boat of losers. That means you're out of the contest and you can't come back... ever. The first marshmallow goes to... Geoff." Chris explained the 'game.'

You weren't worried.

He went down the list of names rather quickly.

"Duncan. Y/N." Chris called out and Duncan threw a marshmallow into your mouth. You hated toasted marshmallows. Finally Chris made his last annoucement. "Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening." It was between Courtney and Ezekiel. You stared at your bloodied knuckles.

.....

......

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"Courtney. Can't say I'm surprised, I saw you picking your nose, not cool bro. Dock of shame is that way." Chris pointed and for some damn reason Ezekiel looked surprised.

After the rest of them ate their marshmallows you walked back to the cabins going past the dancing gophers. You stepped up onto your cabin's steps and everyone quickly went inside leaving Duncan and you alone. He kissed your knuckles. "Your anger is a beaut everytime." He quietly teased grabbing your waist to bring you closer.

"Mhm." You laughed.

"Well, goodnight scorpion." He kissed your cheek and you fucking blushed to your dismay. "Screw you, tiger." You kissed his cheek right back and dissapeared before he could say anything. You left the 'green-haired dickhead' standing there holding his cheek in surprise.

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polyamquackity · 7 months

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Okay. So I listened to Rush.

And dude, holy shit I LOVE their sound. Their voice and the way they do music, it's got everything I love most about Palaye Royale (good band good band good band), down to the tone of Damiano's voice.

I listened to your favorite ones, and I can see why you'd like TIMEZONE, it's so sweet and it's real easy on the ears. When I did my first runthrough, GASOLINE like. IMMEDIATELY took hold of me, like my eyes went wide and I was like oh, oh fuck this one's good.

Like I'm having trouble describing it other than it's hot. It's sexy music and I'm SO sorry but it's fantastic

Oh my god ok FEEL was really good too, like REALLY fucking good. Also IF NOT FOR YOU. I haven't heard the whole rest of it but I think it's funny how both Måneskin and Mindless Self Indulgence have a song called Mark (David) Chapman LMAO

(You've heard Palaye Royale, surely, right? Surely.)

THEY'RE SO GOOD!!!!!!

TIMEZONE means a lot to me bc yknow, long distance relationship swagger, it made me cry hearing it live. GASOLINE is absolutely a favorite its so so fucking good AND THEY HAD FIRE ON STAGE AT THE SHOW DURING IT!!!

It's so so hot it's sexy music by a sexy band fr fr

IF NOT FOR YOU makes me fucking insane tbh I need to eat their music

I definitely recommend listening to their other music if you liked RUSH! especially I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE and Beggin' if you haven't heard those already (those are their other most popular songs)

Also yes I've heard Palaye Royale, I like Mr Doctor Man and Dying in a Hottub quite a bit hehe

#hey look it's l.a.#ash answers #music

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hyperionshipping · 1 year

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You should take a bath with Hodgins. Its so hot out, he offers to run you both a nice cold bath. His tub is HUGE, just smaller than a hottub honestly. He makes the mistake of letting you control the water. He stands getting boiled to have some totally definitely platonic skin contact, though

Ohh poor guy he doesn't know... I would LOVE to take a bath with him!! I do make it hot regardless and Hodgins IS like dying a little but it's fine bc he is with me (aka yeah that platonic skin contact makes it all worth it)

#tricks answers #Bath with him <3 <3 <3 AND getting a peek when he gets out n getting to watch the water drip down his body god I love when men!!!

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immrbrightsideeee · 2 years

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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

ahhh thank you!! I can't be bothered to send more of these out sorry, but

bulls in the bronx by pierce the veil

savior by rise against

hard times by paramore

dying in a hottub by palaye royale

it's not a fashion statement it's a deathwish by mcr

Thanks for the ask!! <3

#asks

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deviledtazz · 4 months

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When you get this ask you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then send this ask to 10 of ur favourite followers! (No pressure tho <3)

THIS IS EVIL HOW DO I CHOSE ONLY 5

Im just listing all i can think of: Tongues amd Teeth (The Crane Wives), Shawshank Demo (The Royston Club), Dying in a Hottub (Palaye Royale), Polaroid Picture (Frank Turner), Hoping Maybe (The K's), Overlap (Catfish and the Bottlemen), Right Time (Overpass), Animal I Have Become (Three Days Grace), Plain Sailing Weather (Frank Turner), Karma Police (Radiohead), Lights Out (Mindless Self Indulgence)

#this is the most conflicting list ever ik #like the most random combination of songs ever #but i love them all so whatever

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palayeroyalefanblog · 5 years

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Listen to me!!!

If you have a problem with this man, you can take it up with me! He is the sweetest person on the planet and if you don’t know him , here’s some info.

His name is Emerson Barrett

He was born November 22, 1996

He began playing piano at the age of five.

He is the drummer for the Fashion Art Rock band Palaye Royale.

He is the youngest of 3 brothers.

Also

He is an absolute sweetheart.

He is antisocial and hates being around people but will wait outside a venue for hours to meet fans.

He will put himself in harms way to protect fans.

He will go out of his way to make a fan feel comfortable.

He is very supportive of LGBTQ+.

He is respectful to everyone unless he is disrespected or a fan is disrespected.

He is an amazing artist.

He is highly intelligent.

If you try to play chess with him he will already have predicted which corner you’ll be crying out of when you lose by your second move. 😂

He has two brothers. Sebastian Danzig And Remington Leith. And he is the youngest

The three of them plus Daniel Curcio and Waldo are Palaye.

He is wise beyond his years and I urge you to have a conversation with him. But not a “hows the weather” conversation, an “What’s the meaning of Life” conversation.

In conclusion Emerson Barrett is one of the most amazing human beings to walk the planet and if you can’t see that then it’s your loss, but don’t blindly hate a man you know nothing about.

#emerson barrett #palaye royale #sebastian danzig #daniel curcio #music is everything #music is life #music is my escape #remington leith #soldiers of the royal council #palaye positivity #art #dying in a hottub #mr doctor man #teenage heartbreak queen #death dance #boom boom room side b #boom boom room side a

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thesefuturehearts · 5 years

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my sister just asked me if i wanted to listen to music nd i was like “yea” and she was like “whatya wanna listen to” and i said “idk just fuck me up” and she put dying in a hottub on i want 2 fucken CRY SHE FUCKED ME UP

#palaye royale #dying in a hottub #jam talks shit #emerson barrett #sebastian danzig #remington leith

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burritofriedrich · 7 months

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next chapter of "dying in a hot tub" is up ! :>

#burrito schreibt #frev #fanfic #saintspierre #dying in a hottub

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dystopiandilfs · 3 years

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The Dream Team is so fascinating to me.

George used to mute his mic to drink water and wouldn't eat on stream but did a foot cam bedwars stream and now he does a "hottub" stream and multiple mukbang/eating q&a streams. Along with hating his hair being "long" back in January but hasn't cut it since (so like 8 months)

You have Dream who's over hear telling evey life story from abandoning his sister in a car with a spider to eating cat shit and a frog to almost dying whilst exploring and pissing the bed as an adult completely sober yet nobody knows what he looks like neck up and every "body" pic is full clothes in jeans and long sleeves..

Sapnap on stream will sometimes get incredibly "toxic" and competitive or will be all needy and cuddly yet in person is so incredibly awkward to the point of having Dream talking to him whilst he's dropping girls home because he was too nervous and awkward.

Like they're a perfect balance trio.

#mcyt #dreamsmp #dreamwastaken #dream smp #georgenotfound #sapnap

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anxiouspotatorants · 2 years

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2.04 Raw thoughts:

So that was the best episode of the season so far. Possibly on par with the specials (which are my absolute favourites of the show). Just. Yeah. I think it’s that the episode toned down a lot of that impulse shock factor and actually let itself slow down again?

By now I’m 90% sure that the show is intentionally coming apart at the seams. Like the cold opens have changed completely from backstory time to just these weird imaginary spaces and I’m kind of living for it (the lovers montage for Rue and Jules was really sweet, even with the layer of which roles Rue was casting herself and Jules in). Then there was that very quiet cutting between Lexi’s auditions and her conversation with Cassie? Like usually there would be a joke to that kind of scene but this time it was played dead straight and it felt serious. And that end scene? Like the full on art house shots with zero connection to anything? Ending on Jules’ voice the love monologue? Like something has fundamentally changed in the show.

I just realized that specials aside this is the first episode without any narration from Rue past the cold open. Like the last monologue wasn’t actually adressing anything happening, and once the cold open was over we didn’t hear her mention anything about the others. Not Cal’s spiral, not the birthday party, not how she felt in the car. What is going on.

I really don’t know how I feel about Elliot at this point. On one hand he puts a serious wrench in Rue and Jules’ relationship that I’m not sure is necessary (substance abuse is kind of more than enough), but on the other I get his whole ‘mirroring-Rue-shtick’ (I mean his artsy shot is in the same church as Rue’s hallucination and he admits to doing the same drugs as Rue). But then again he does all this reckless stuff that makes him really unlikeable but he also came clean about him and Rue to Jules. I’m not sure if I’ll know how I feel about him until the season is over, and I don’t know how I feel about that in itself.

Cal and Cassie’s parallel spirals was a surprise highlight though. Like both of them really got to shine in a way I haven’t seen from them before.

When Cassie finaly fought with Nate I was so happy. I mean she clearly still cares about him (I really wish she wouldn’t but here we are) but her callout? Telling him to fear her? Cut him out!

Maddy is really starting to grow as a friend, it honestly made me wish that all the girls would just have a full episode of bonding together. And I’m glad she supported Kat without telling her she deserves somebody ‘f**ked up’ or something.

Cal’s confession. I have all of the words and none of them. Like- I want a Marsha episode now. The bar sequence almost made me root for Cal but then his confession at home revealed just how insidious he really is. I mean he made me genuinely empathise with Nate. For the first time ever. Nate. (Don’t worry I still think he’s the closest the show has to a human villain and the hottub callout scene was 1000% deserved but Cal really is the man who made the monster) Like for the first time in ages Nate seemed like a human boy? Like a fragile person? Which really ends up saying more about Cal than Nate, but also makes Nate that much more f**ked up because that is a person doing all the horrible stuff he’s done. Not just a cartoon villain but a person.

On the topic of Cal, is it sad that I’m happy that we got minimal nudity this episode and zero-ish sex scenes? This season has really pushed the sex aspect so far that I didn’t think it was possible to have a no-sex-episode.

Lexi looks to be set up to be such a power player this season and I’m more here for it than I thought.

Before this season - nay, before this episode I didn’t think there was any chance in Rue dying. Overdosing sure, but not dying. But while I mostly think she’s going to survive whatever the hell is happening between this episode and the next, this is the first time that faith has been tested. Like clearly something massive is happening. Something that will change the course of the show because everything in the visuals and editing is screaming that it will. But will they really kill Rue? What does the show even look like without her? What does that mean for what this show is supposed to be? Once again what is happening??

#so yeah this episode floored me #I have genuinely never felt so blind about what is going to happen between two episodes in the same season of a show before #euphoria spoilers #hbo euphoria #euphoria #the potato live reacts #the potato rants

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emptysweetpotato · 2 years

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Yoo i'm totally fineee. I'm really vibing u know.

My spotify wrapped:

Dying in a hottub - Palaye Toyale

Coraline - Maneskin

Lonely - Palaye Royale

This is the life - Amy MacDonald

Babooshka - Kate Bush

#anorekic #thin inspo #thinspri #ed #not pr0 just for me

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chicken-poncho · 3 years

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thoughts whilst watching jet trash

holy shit, is that cparks doing the voiceover

Great, we're 30 seconds in and I'm already dying inside

Why the fuck is he taking about bears

I'll be ur baby bear Craig

Oh god he's so gorgeous

Who is this child

IS THAT HIS CHILD

OMG KLAUS IS IN THIS

why are they playing Christmas song

oh it's Christmas Eve

SMACK ATTACK

I want to spend Christmas on the beach with someone

@whumpnthings i choose you

Robert 'i just masterbated in the ocean' Sheehan

This film has no subtitles i am :(

'hes found us' i want cparks to find me

cool vibin montage!

TITLE CARD ✨👄✨

'idk the rules but that excited me'

c r a i g omg h e l l o

mmmm drugs

Who is this cool gal on bike?

OH NO SHES LOOKIN FOR ROBO

who is mike, helo mike

why everyone so fuckin hot in this film

where the fuck did mike get that knife from oh my god

ITS HUGE

that's what she said

'i have no idea what day it is' welcome to lockdown

this film is so pretty? WHAT

oh no, they fell of the bikes

plot twist- it's not

sick omg tarot cards

its the eye fuck bit, aaah

Robert Sheehan struggling to speak? same, dude i am a fuckin disaster

you fuckin fuckin fucks i felt that in my soul

please tell me cparks + rshee got married

Shame on them, what cowards

cparks yelled and i jumped

that's a very dead cow

hope they don't get into any, uh, beef

MiKe yOu fUcKeR!

drugs + parties + people make me so nervous literally I'd rather hang w my few mates and do em rather than w a bunch of odd people in a field

Actually that sounds fun, i am a wimp

I was expecting robo Sheehan to hit someone with it and i was gonna laugh

Alas, i was WRONG, this is not a lindsay denton tribute

so, cparks, you want someone to dump a body in the lake? Well, the 1975 said there's no point in buying concrete shoes so

incase you were wondering

aw shit it's the motorbike gal

why is this film so pretty

OmG Hi mIKe

mIkE yOu cAnT FuCkInG sWiM

bye mike

that fuckin buzzin noise is back ffs

oh no mike drowned?

oh no that's DRUGS IN THE SEA!

the sound on this film is so janky wtf

its so soft and quiet and then fuck my ears hurt

mike literally is Tilda Swinton in doctor strange what the fuck

'you are going to prison'

what, is this gonna be ghosted 2.0?

i don't object

anyway

'i don't care what car you drove'

Yeah but them hot pink range rovers are sick as fuck and very very cool

HANG ON, THESE 2 ARE MAKING OUT AND I'M PRETTY SURE THERE'S A BODY IN THE BOOT

eh, crime is seggsee

the fuckin BOOT JUST OPENED

abort abort abort abort

oh thank god, he's not dumping her body?

ARE THEY GONNA BEAT UP CPARKS

hold up boys, I'm coming with you!

lemmie just

guys

GUYS

it's the hottub scene!

oh sorry Craig its a jacuzzi

My bad

oh GOD

why did i think craig was going to smack him

there's bubbles oooh

who is the guy in the sunglasses 😳🥺

CrAiG sToP cHoKiNg LeE

'guys wanna bang girls and girls wanna stay the the uk'

well, isn't that disgusting

erm, wow its getting ✨violent✨

Excuse me he just fell in the pool

i know he's not dead yet but there's a

(and his name is ✨Craig Parkinson✨)

why are cows so fuckin CUTE

guys, lee sucks

it was shay oh no he took the money

where is Craig CMON HURRY UP

Nice, they just referenced the films title!

'im so so sorry' cool story bro

AYO HES HERE

oh wow it is his kid

Craig, you suck

MIKE NICELY DONE MATE!

jesus that kid is gonna have so much trauma after that car chase scene

RIP CRAIG, WHY DO U ALWAYS DIE

oh good he's not dead

this small child really fucked them over wow

is he gonna kill the kid CRAIG NO

EXCUSE ME

STOP

STOP TRYNA KILL A KID

Im No LiAr no but you suck

bye bye Craig, stop dying

god bless this woman for getting outta that shitty relationship

that kid is so cute

this is a vaguely happy ending! w0w

THE KID STOLE THEIR MONEY? nice

brilliant, 10/10 mother+daughter bonding

mkay that's it, idk if you made it til the end but ✨thank you if you did✨

#Spotify #welcome to the shitshow #Jet trash #Jet trash reaction #live blogging #Film commentary #i think dylan is in trouble wouldn't be proud of that shit show #Craig Parkinson #Robert Sheehan #welcome to the illegality tag #this film is so beautiful

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