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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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sweet sunday request!

i've been thinking about reader giving Ari a massage. He could be complaining about his stiff shoulders and back (bc he's beefy🤤 or his muscles are sore after a workout) and reader insists to help him feel better.

( I guess reader doesn't have much strength and didn't really relieve the tension on Ari's shoulders, but Ari likes her hand on his back, so it's a win-win 🤭)

and congrats on 600 followers!😘😘😘

Do you know? I never realized until yesterday that I hadn't ever written Ari. (Why???? I've read soooooo much of him.) But I love this. He is a big, burly, beast of a man, and he deserves attention. I originally thought this would wife!reader, but upon further thought, I'm going with best friend!reader and mutual pining...kinda.

Tension (see previous)

Warnings for oh my Gawd this got steamy and I didn't even mean for it to, light/vague smut, some dirty talk that made me walk away from my computer to cool down, hot!Ari you've been warned.

Summary: Your best friend helps you around your new house.

The step stool is wobbling while you carefully unscrew a blown lightbulb. Your body seizes in fear momentarily, and you can't help but grumble, "I don't know how you talked me into this."

"What was that?" Ari calls from the kitchen.

"Nothing, dear," you joke back.

Buy this one, he said. It's a fixer-upper, he said. I'll help.

It's a piece of shit is what it is. The house needs more than just TLC; it needs to be saged and bleached, needs all this horrifying wallpaper stripped off, and needs roof repairs badly. Luckily, it doesn't rain much here, so Ari can wait for that part. The goal today (more like this week) is to make the master bedroom, one bathroom, and the kitchen livable.

Otherwise, your best friend is about to have a surprise roommate because this is his fault.

"Shit," Ari hisses. You can hear a soft bang.

"What happened?" Before you're off the stool, he's poking his head around the dividing wall.

He holds his hand tight with his other. "Nothing," he groans, "just got myself on a nail from the cabinet. Where's the kit?"

"Let me see--"

"No, no, I'm fine."

He flashes a pretty, white smile before his lips curl back down.

"Medicine cabinet." You point across the living room. "Second shelf."

Ari lumbers off to clean up while you inspect his handiwork for the first time.

Say what you will about men's eye for detail, but damn, Ari is babying every surface of the kitchen, smoothing every corner, polishing every inch, leveling every shelf. If the man shows even half this devotion to his own house one day, it'll be the prettiest place on Earth. Also, the man is good with his hands. Hopefully, he's not hurt too badly.

All seems well when he returns though, and you inspect his bandaging to see if he's okay to keep using the hand.

"You wanna take a break?"

Ari looks at you while his hand is palm-up in yours, smirking.

"Maybe just for some of that lemonade in the fridge."

Good because that's 'bout the only thing in the fridge at this point. You tell him to go sit while you rinse out two dusty glasses and pour each of you a serving.

He's reclining on the sheet-covered couch, which is again one of the only pieces of furniture here already, and you hand him his drink.

"Thank you kindly." He gently tips the glass in a toast to you and takes a huge gulp, puckering at how tart it is. That's how he likes it, you know--little less sugar, little more lemon.

He's just starting to sweat through his cut-off shirt, pushing his long hair out of his face as he runs his fingers through it, wincing as the bandaged hand pains him.

You sip your lemonade and lounge on the other end of the sofa. "The fixer-upper fights back, huh?"

"Oh, I'll win the war. Don't you worry," he booms with a cocky smile.

"I'm not," you mutter.

If you can trust anyone in your life to follow through on helping you with such a monumental undertaking, it's Ari Levinson. He's the kind of friend who sticks around. He won't even leave when you two argue, which is borderline annoying, but he is that reliable.

I'm not going anywhere until you see sense, woman.

Granted, half of the time it's Ari who sees sense and admits you're right. That's when he sticks around to apologize and makes sure you both cool down. He's bull-headed and strong, strong like a friggin' ox, so he's--

Ari puts his empty glass on the floor and rubs his neck with his undamaged hand. You can tell by the way his bicep bulges and the veins in his forearm pop that he is using whatever force he can to get at a knot.

"Here, let me help." It's the least you can do.

Sheepish blue eyes flicker over to you. "Yeah, okay." His voice is softer than usual as he scoots forward for you to position yourself behind him, seated up on the back of the couch.

The height gives you good leverage to knead into the taut muscles of his shoulders, but you can't make much headway over the cotton shirt.

"Why are you built like a brick shithouse," you grumble loudly, digging as best you can while he seems barely affected.

Ari snorts. "Thank you?"

You jump off the couch and head to the bathroom. "This isn't working."

He's standing in confusion by the time you return with your bottle of lotion.

"Sit," you insist. "Shirt off."

He flops back down but eyes you questioningly. "You sure?"

For such a big man, he looks so cute when he pouts, so you kiss his temple playfully.

"Yes, I'm sure. How else am I gonna stop you from filing worker's comp?"

That makes him snort again, and he rips the tank off over his head.

Now, you've seen Ari shirtless probably hundreds of times, but there's never been an occasion to touch him other than a bit of suntan oil at the beach several summers ago. Sitting this close behind him gives you full view (and access) to the expanse of his back--

--and hoo boy, is it expansive.

Right at the base of his neck and down his spine, Ari's slippery with sweat, but you add a pump of lotion, working first at his right shoulder and then his left, warming up his muscles and your hands until everything is a bit more pliable.

When you grip and knead at the column of his neck, his head lolls forward and Ari moans, a sound that somehow makes you giggle and clench your thighs all at once.

"Sorry," he mutters, "feels nice."

Seems so, you bite back. Instead, you simply say, "good."

It's indulgent and fascinating to see and feel such strength yield beneath your touch, so you get lost in working his back, his shoulders, his neck, and then his chest when Ari melts backward to lean between your spread legs. You're following the corded bands in his pecs. You've grabbed more lotion three times when he finally breaks again.

"Fuck, you've got magic hands, woman."

Up until now, he's made pleased noises and offered soft praise for your efforts, but the timber of that statement is much lower and undeniably more sexual.

Ari's your best friend, so you know when he's dating someone. You know it's likely been a few months since he last got laid, and since he's a relatively affectionate man, you rationalize that he just can't help his phrasing at this particular moment.

That's what it is.

He's a bit touch-starved, but he's not starving for your touch.

You only realize you've stopped moving when his hand encircles your wrist.

You can't think of anything to say, so your mouth hangs open as you watch Ari crane his neck to look up at you with brilliant, blue eyes.

Don't undo my handiwork, you think. The angle of his head looks uncomfortable, but Ari doesn't move.

You're completely frozen in place, wondering what he's thinking, what you're thinking, if you should be thinking it at all, and then he pounces.

He stands so fast and pulls you so swiftly to him that the couch tips over, and you both land along the back cushions as if they are the seat.

Ari's plush lips and rough beard sear a hot trail across your jaw till he finds your mouth, and that same dirty moan of his vibrates down your own body this time. His hands paw at your baggy work shirt until you feel the textured bandage slide across your bare ribcage. The contact makes you shiver up into his hold and open for him, allowing his tongue in, a gush of arousal soaking your underwear.

Ok, fine, maybe it's been a while for you, too.

Your fingers dig into the lotion-slicked skin of his back while he ruts against you, each roll of his hips pushing your shorts tighter and tighter against your heat.

But the top half of the couch isn't angled for this. You two lose balance and topple halfway onto the floor. The fall knocks Ari out of whatever feral trance he was in, and his hips stop moving.

He buries his face in your neck, panting.

You can hardly hear him say your name.

"I'm sorry, I--" he drags his hand away from your breast to press it to the floor and hold some of his weight "--I didn't want to tell you like this." He won't remove his head from its hiding place.

"Tell me what," you gasp, scrambling to control a frantic heartrate and throbbing core. "That I have magic hands?"

You expect a laugh and instead get a heavy thrust of his pelvis in response.

"Fuck, honey."

Yeah, no chance you're gonna wrangle that throbbing now.

Ari still won't lift his head, but he does turn slightly to suck a mark beneath your ear. The tickling suction makes you keen again, arching up off the floor and cushion enough that his arms thread through the gap beneath you. He has you pinned and wrapped up tight now. You feel him everywhere.

"The times I've imagined this..." His gruff words trail off as he latches another kiss to your collarbone.

Your turn to dry hump him helplessly from below. You're hot all over and about to writhe right out of your skin for more contact.

You swallow harshly, closing your dry, gaping mouth. You have to think while his lips drag up and down your throat, and that is hard to do.

"So what you're saying is--" you take a few big breaths "--we have work to do in the bedroom now?"

Ari groans into your skin.

"Yes," he shouts with elation, using all of those thick muscles to haul you upright.

Your legs cross over his expansive back and hold on as he thunders across the empty house to the lonely mattress beyond.

Buy this one, he said. It's a fixer-upper, he said. I'll help.

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touchstoneaf · 10 days

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Does anybody but me ever just look at Lex Luthor while he's infodumping and just smile with their chin on their hands and think... "Gawd, you're cute!" ?

Seriously, he gets to talk about Sun Tzu & ancient Greece and Alexander the Great all damn day. I am *here* for it. (Of course it's also helpful that I like a lot of that stuff, but you know.) Tell me about all of it, Lex. Talk about Bronze Age battle tactics, talk about the invention of the corbel arch, talk about the difference between Chopin and Beethoven on piano. Let me know about the latest discovery of possibly Kryptonian post holes in an ancient human settlement in southern Africa. Tell me about the properties of the meteor rocks and how they affect the human brain. I want to know about all of it. You're fucking beautiful.

(Honestly the most painful thing for me about watching later seasons is that Lex doesn't infodump at Clark anymore, which says everything... and so Clark no longer gets to look at him with that awe in his face while he thinks, 'Good Lord, this guy knows *everything*, he's so *hot*!' Because, same, Clark. Same.)

#lex luthor #Smallville #infodumping as a love language #neurodivergent characters

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guavagyu · 1 year

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lipstick - y.jh (part 2 of eyeshadow!)

QOWIHOWUOUWOEUWOYOUW PART TWO????

if ur seeing this before reading part 1 go read it!

request: "request: jeonghan fanfic where new stylist/makeup artist and jeonghan fall in love? slow burn, sexual tension, secret relationship typa thang ;) <3!"

ITALIC WORDS REPRESENT THOUGHTS! (exceptions included in dialogue and other spots)

wc: 815

gawd damn i let this go unpublished for SO long. enjoy lmao.

content/warnings: slow burn (duh), sexual tension (obviously), secret relationship (AASHGAJHGAJHS DUH), afab!reader, tall!reader (like same height as jeonghan aka like 178 cm or 5'10"), humor idk i think im funny, model!jeonghan cuz yum, stylist!reader, mentions of food + eating in this chapter, makeup-artist!reader, non-idol!au, swearing yihghgfdrtfyg, eventual smut lmao (not in this chapter tho!), lemme know if more r present or im gonna eat u /j

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in the previous part:

since you were quite free for the rest of the day, you plopped down onto your heavenly bed and decided to research the company you were gonna work for. you already knew a ton about Ethereal Inc, you just wanted to look random stuff up, plus you were bored as hell. you were doing some digging around the web, and you- HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT! HE'S A MODEL!? AT REMINISCENCE!? OH MY FUCKING GOD I MIGHT HAVE TO WORK WITH HIM! yeah, and you really didn't know how to feel about it. there were pros and cons, aka you having to work with a gorgeous noble hot as fuck man who's name was apparently yoon jeonghan, however, he might be too embarrassed from this morning's events, and may refuse to work with you. were you just overthinking things? it's all a possibility, but you never know.

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after doing a shit ton more research, you felt like you knew enough about the company for a newly-hired employee. since it was around 6 pm and you were feeling hungry, you decided to go out and have dinner, but since you didn't know where, you just decided to wing it. you (reluctantly) left the luxury of your bed, and left as quickly as you could since your stomach was getting impatient. you marveled in the fresh air the moment you got outside, (a/n: yes, be like the reader and go touch grass) looking around for possible restaurants to quell your unbearable hunger.

soon, you find a suitable place to eat, checking its reviews online because even though the place may look fine, and the food may look fine, food poisoning is not fine, and you'd rather not risk bombing your toilet and be stuck with food poisoning so soon before your first day. walking in looking like a disheveled-zombie-who-also-looked-like-they-just-endured-the-wrath-of-a-mad-artist-who-was-also-a-nature-enthusiast is highly unpreferred. but, aside from that, after a quick reassurance that the restaurant was trustworthy and ordered your food, you made a note-to-self saying damn, this restaurant isn't actually that bad. soon, you got tapped on the shoulder by some not-so-random person named yoon jeonghan,

"hi, you're y/n right? you probably know who i am already," he asked sheepishly, and you nodded, remembering your fun encounter from before,

"that's me! and i must say, wow you're everywhere," you nodded and smiled when you turned around, which made jeonghan let out a light laugh,

"i am, indeed," he smiled too, "anyways, you know what happened this morning-"

"how many times do i have to tell you? it's fine, don't worry about it," you cut him off,

"hey, listen to me, you didn't let me finish,"

"ok, continue," you raised an eyebrow,

"yeah, so my manager told me to come find you because he told me that 'you bumped into your stylist and makeup artist whos gonna start on monday' and told me where you were, so...yeah, here i am,"

"so, we're gonna be working together?" you asked for clarification, which in the end, affirmed your worst fears. however, it also made you suddenly think, maybe this won't be so bad, leaving you a little confused,

"basically," jeonghan nodded,

"awesome," you smiled,

"ok, that's all, i'll leave you alone now. enjoy your food!" he waved bye as he walked away, so you decided to continue eating your food, not noticing the happy little grin on his face as he walked away.

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“ah, sweet sweet bed,” you sighed after changing into your heavenly pajamas and flopping onto your bed, later getting back up to get your phone and scroll through instagram for a while, when a sudden notification pops up,

the fuck? nobody talks to me on instagram. (a/n: we're going to ignore the fact that i didn't include how he found your tag, just assume he got it from your manager or just searched up your name.)

surpise, surprise, it’s yoon jeonghan. he just followed you. super fun. and since you're bored out of your mind, you scroll through his profile cuz why not? oh wow, those are some interestingggg angles. mhm, yup thats a GREAT pic of a...what even is that??? after scrolling for a measly 7 minutes, you were just about to put your phone down and go prepare yourself for heavenly sleep, a loud DING made you drop your phone on your face. (a/n: cringe amiright? el em eff ay oh) bitch, my nose is broken now. you gave your nose a few moments of silence before opening up the startling notification,

@ hannie_hae:

hi y/n! sorry to keep bothering you, but i was just wondering if you'd like to meet up sometime and discuss some work things? i'd like to know what we're going to have to do before work starts so we're more prepared. let me know whenever you're free! :)

huh. slid into the dms like a champ. wait, when were you free? saturday maybe? oh yeah, saturday baby. 3:00? yes ma'am. oof, gotta play it cool, c'mon play it cool.

@ y/nconquerstheworld:

hey! that's a great idea, how about this saturday, 3:00 pm?

not too long after, another DING and a notification,

@ hannie_hae:

sure, is your place ok? i can also bring some clothes and makeup of my own, if that'd help.

wow. so. smooth. ha. ha. so cool, he's coming to your apartment. holy shit he's coming to my apartment. damn i gotta clean.

@ y/nconquerstheworld:

awesome! i got my own stuff already, but the more the merrier i guess. see you then!

@ y/nconquerstheworld:

oh, heres my address: *insert address*

@ hannie_hae:

see you then!

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jeonghans pov!!!!

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oh shit, i just did that. im so smooth. hashtag too cool for school. ok gotta pack, saturday is in 2 days. only 2 days!! i gotta make sure everything is perfect or else uh, yeah, more embarrassment than our first impression. dont wanna relive that.

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your pov!!!

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yup. this is great. gotta clean. ugh why did i agree to my place?? you just decided to let later-you to worry about it and prepared for bed.

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#jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfiction #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan icons #seventeen jeonghan #svt jeonghan #yoon jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan x you #jeonghan x you #jeonghan x y/n #yoon jeonghan x y/n #kpop fluff

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nympho-brainiac · 1 year

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Oh. Muh. Gawd.

I decided a while back that I was going to become a minimalist. So blah, blah, blah I went down this crazy rabbit hole on TikTok and I just started throwing shit out. Wasn’t a big deal because I already practice a lot of the shit but I tend to hold on to dumb stuff like dishes that I hate but my mom said I can’t get rid of…any fucking way, I don’t know why I did this but I remember saying “fuck this scale I’m tired of weighing myself” because I’ve weighed myself every week, once a week since 2014. I know because I keep it in my notes on my phone.

I weighed this morning and now I’m convinced that all the spam calls I get are actually from TLC wanting to do some fucked up reality show where they watch me cook from bed and call in a demolition crew to remove a wall to get me out of my house and to the Dr. where he will obviously deny me any kind of help until I lose one thousand pounds.

So it looks like hot girl summer is looking more like hot girl winter. Fall at best. 😩😮‍💨 why me Jesus. All I wanted was a Frappe a day. Damn.

Before you say it, yes I know all sizes can be sexy 🙄 that’s the absolute fucking truth. Sexy isn’t a size. Sexy isn’t even how someone else sees you. Sexy is 100% how you feel/see yourself and if I’m honest I still feel sexy. As fuck actually. Because I am. I just don’t feel hot. And I want to. I like that feeling. It might be shallow but that’s more than fine by me because guess what? Literally everything else about me is so deep that I have no problem allowing a little vanity to creep in. As long as it doesn’t take over I’m golden. 💫

I sure say fuck a lot on here for someone that just yells “GOD BLESS AMERICA!!” in real life. I’m trying to switch to fuck now that my kids are older 😜

I think I just vented…did I just vent? Ngl I actually feel so much better than I did when I started this post. Hmm. Might try it more often.

#me

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inventedfangirling · 7 months

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ONLY FRIENDS EPISODE 8 LIVE REACTION POST

I AM SO SO NOT READY for raymew...more like im not ready to see Sand hurt but arggghhh lets goooo

ohno ray seems to have not been a great influence on mew

okay i LOVE how protective cheum seems over mew but hello where was all this love and concern for ray all this while like whats that about !??

my gawd First is so dang good in this scene with Khao not like im surprised but gawd the hurt is hurting and it is not one bit comfy but again nobody should expect messy gays the show to be a comfort watch lmao

OHMYGOD why is everybody so good at their jobs...we barely knew anything about plug and yo's relationship but was that scene IMPACFUL or what!!!

no matter how much mental torture this may offer, its great that we also have guaranteed quality performances like wow what a pleasure it is to watch them perform

i get that top seems to be very much in love with mew but him acting all holier than thou about smoking PLS bit rich coming from somebody who literally cheated on him like WOW yes mew TELL HIM

I ADORE TF OUTTA HIM BUT PLS NO NOT FIRST SINGING

my gawd ray getting on my nerves he's so selfish wanting to have both mew and sand and using his cuteness to get his way like excuse me who allowed you outta my pocket and into the world where you can hurt sand GET BACK IN HERE!

my gawd ray using all his perusasion moves and then some but sand standing his ground multiples times im SO PROUD OF HIM 🥹

ray did not just use orphans to get sand to agree like arrest him milord its too much!!

oh damn top approaching cheum for help, man clearly serious about his concern (pretty obvious/out there prediction based on how you think but mewtop endgame methinks :3)

okay papang's character CLEARLY has just work on his mind SURE completely his excited thirsty looks giving NOTHING away

STFU did i just see boston looking at a selfie of him and nick while drinking alone in a bar WOW did not think i'd have lived to see this day lmao

is it just me being too sandray biased or did raymew not have much chemistry in that library scene...the way ray said you look delectable felt mechanical sorta like its something he just read off a script in his head and not what he thought of right then...probably also due to it being early days together but also i did NOT hear ray say that he doesnt want a band anymore...i simply didnt hear it...it makes me feel NOTHING

why the fuck have all these people been invited these two self destructive boys have evidently NO clue in life...as expected i mean lol otherwise whats the fun in a show about a bunch of well adjusted adults with entirely healthy relationships lmao

STFU did mew just try coke NOMYGAWD this is gonna be such a train wreck of a party I CANNOT

gawd pretty boy ray (SO PRETTY but also)whipped af he's gonna hurt so so bad when he realises mew has been knowingly or unknowingly using him to get over or spite top

zjnsnsjs what was that laugh mew did when ray asked if cheum invited top...book looked so HOT and MY GAWDS TOP GUN TOP AHRJMSNANSKAKA

is ray thinking what im thinking?? that mew is showing more emotion in the past 1 minute than he did the entire time they were together and it was entirely directed at top!?

ahjansnnsjsjs mew you menace that was such a badass move im gonna forgive you for using ray and making out with him for a hot second cos WOW

sand nick moving on buddies CUUUTE if only the moving on was working out for either of them 🤧🤧

wow nick has got some guts walking upto ton like that after having secretly recorded him and ruined his friend group...im dyingggg at his (desperation dressed as ) confidence

not to get distracyed but that teeny glimpse of neo's forehead through his fringe making me wanna scream...he looks so so sooo goood argh WHY DO THEY COVER IT UP HUH FOR WHAT?? FREE THE FOREHEADS!!!

2 freddie mercury's making out at a halloweeen party...woulda been such an iconic moment...ray playing spoilsport boy you better get back in my pocket (THREAT)

AABNANAN RAY DID NOT JUST SAY WHAT I THINK HE DID MY GAWD HE'S SO!?????

When tf is ray gonna learn not to kiss people without their consent he making me madder and madder!?!?!

holy fucking shit sand's expression after ray said "you love me" !?????? im so devastated at that milli second of a reaction FIRST IS SO FXKING GOOD!??

"you're mine no matter what!????" um how DARE he!????

YES SAND GOOD ON YOU IM SO PROUD OF YOU ray you better count your days im coming for you😤😤😤😤

mew breaking up with top cos he cheated on him to be with ray who has "always" been faithful to him and this always faithful guy just decides to offer himself to his "fuckbuddy" and some other random dude from the party so easily?? gawd i feel bad for mew.

i know mew is going through hell and sorta acting out...but my gawd unhinged mew is so hot????? i feel like my brain is turning to mush everytime he does something wild

pls that bgm in the topmew scene...no matter how this scene ends...they have to be the endgame i really dont see a way around it

cheum deciding to draw boundaries and blaming ray for showing no concern for her and ruining things while the police are literally checking the room for drugs after having pinned ray down is just the sorta shiz the show promised and it has delivered so good i could scream into my pillow for hours

2 seconds...thats all it took for khao to make an impact with that scene...he's MAGIC i tell you

cheum and april should just run away together just for a while give themselves some peace of mind

pls the romcom music for topmew its driving me insane.....this was supposed to be my sandray WHERE DID IT ALL GO WRONG

sandnick cuties I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC ARGH...whether its kept as moving on partners or new found besties or even fwbs...i am full on supporting that shiz...sand deserves some fun too

cant believe boston was the least active character today...i almost have humane feelings towards him wow

sghahnsnznsjwjzjjsjsjsnjs omygod next episode preview ducking hell

Forget everything i said about sandnick and arresting ray and being mad at him...i am still mad but ahhh sandray my babies WE ARE SO BACKKKK....they better have a proper talk so ray can apologise and start off on a proper note or else imma lose it again but ahhhhhh i havent smiled at a preview in a loooong time fuckkk feeels goood😭😭😭

#only friends the series #sand x ray #only friends #i am SO NORMAL about this show

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fuckmeupjackson · 1 year

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this is mike getting vecna'd-- foreshadowing i know it

i know someone else has most probably spotted this before, but I just noticed this a while back and haven't seen a post on it so here it is. Choking is a common imagery this season/throughout the seasons so that's what sparked this connection in my head. Sorry if this has been said before i just posted this cause haven't seen it posted.

Argyle's Arm = The Vine

El = Vecna

Pizza = Vecna's Hand lol

Mike = Max // which makes since given how much they've paralelled each other this season.

Plus Max looks through the "window" of Vecna's mind and immediately sees a memory of Lucas. This = Will watching thru the window.

u can just imagine will saying "but I'm right here" in his head. man.

Not to mention there is a blue + yellow box right in front of El in the frame; Since El is the person doing the "vecna-ing" here, what it means is the union of Mike and Will through Byler (represented by blue + yellow coming together) is what's scaring Mike the most, it's his monster, it's Mike's inner fear and shame (that Vecna would love so much to prey on), it's what Mike does not want to try, just like the pizza. Haha good job, self, you got that one *pats self on the back*. Oh, and you know what? Since it's kind of in Will's line of sight, I think it shows that the idea of Byler is Will's "monster" too. The thoughts of his love for Mike probably haunt him at night just much as Mike's love for Will haunt Mike, but for different reasons. For Mike it's his fear of being queer and for Will it's a little more about the devastating feeling that he'll never be loved back by Mike.

Oh damn and also the lights right in front of Will are off, the ones that are separating the two of them. Probably maybe symbolizing how Will is being left in the dark, Mike is ignoring the light that Will provides for him? The light is dead because Will thinks he lost Mike. And the blinds are closed and a dark shade of grey, showing just how "blinded" mike is being in the scene.

OR WHO KNOWS maybe Mike looked at Will when the shot moved away from him, the directors just don't want us to know.

Now 1 more thing, TBH, i don't actually think it's positive that Vecna will be "Vecna-ing" people in season 5 in the exact same fashion he is in season 4. Maybe that's a hot take idk lmao. He changes his tactic every season, and I just know whatever new strategy he chooses will be very different because 1. he has to come back from the dead with a new body and 2. he needs to use a tactic that brings him closer to Will/El than ever before. Closer to their minds probably. But that doesn't mean he won't be use his mind-manipulation strategies on Mike at some point, i think he will, or at least Mike's struggles would somehow reveal his love for Will.

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Sooo basically this parallel I've posted here COULD be foreshadowing a Vecna scene just like Max's to come for Mike s5, OR this parallel could actually just be a signal to the viewer, like symbolic imagery, that Mike is hiding just as much, if not more, than Max as of season FOUR, and he's going to have to face the consequences just like she has so far. He's going to have to let the truth show in one way or another, regardless of how. If anything this shows Mike is actually falling behind Max in her journey of revealing the truth:

--Max's internal conflict has been revealed to the audience; Mike's has not.

--Max actually looked through the window while being vecna'd, and she heard Lucas, but Mike didn't even look at Will through the window while being pseudo-vecna'd.

--That combined with all Mike's sunglasses/black-out glasses [which happened RIGHT before this scene in the pizza shop] imagery is a yikes lol. He can't see his truth. Gawd poor boy is in trouble. Alexa, play Blind by SZA please.

#lmk if someone else said this idw to seem like im stealing credit lol #i wont be sad #byler #stranger things #stranger things parallels #byler parallels #byler x lumax parallels #hope this was cool ig

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Rid I've been meaning to come to your inbox to scream about Jungkook's concert the second it ended but I had things to do 😤😤😤

But now I'm here and this man!!!!!!! He's so talented and cool and cute and army's best friend fr!! I loved how the concert felt like his weverse lives, the way he was chatting with the audience and trying to hear what they have to say as well 🥺🥺🥺 And then don't get me started on the encore songs, I sobbed so so hard and it felt cathartic, like just what I needed. I also couldn't stop tearing up afterwards every time I would think about him because of all the love I felt 😔😔😔

And don't get me started on the gcf video 😭😭😭😭 Jungkook vlogging always has such boyfriend vibes but this!!!!!! this!!!!!! The motorbike helmets???? And the sanrio plushie?????? And then he FILMS HIMSELF WORKING OUT SHIRTLES AND SHOWERING?!?!!?!!??? I swear I have so many thots thoughts in my head about that... Whyyyyy does he have to be so hot and know it? Why does he have to be such an exhibitionist lmaoooo.

Anyway this might sound delulu but I swear every time I start thinking about a guy irl too much, Jungkook does something like this that makes me not able to think about anything but him lol 😭😭😭

Sorry for dropping this rant lol but clearly this man is making me have a lot of thoughts as always. I hope you're doing well Rid, and that this insanity has been a welcome distraction from anything bad that might be going on, I know it has been for me. Love youuuu 💞💕💞💕💞💕

IVI!! damn all the things we have to do!! i got so lucky with that live bc mondays are my free days (from work) and i caught the entire showcase right before my online class!! but GAWD, wasn't it a masterpiece?!

it truly felt like chatting with him, but with him occasionally breaking out into songs to serenade us 🥺 did you see the way he looked at the audience during the tender love songs?! or when he sang still with you? oh my god, i've never seen this much affection and so many stars in someone's eyes :( jungkook oozes kindness.. how he spoke to armys. so cautiously, like he's handling us with care? but then, he's also such a dork?! telling a WHOLE STADIUM not to talk at once bc he can't hear them 🤣 the effort to listen to as many as possible, though 🤍

oh god, i don't even wanna talk about how much i cried during and after still with you (yes, i do though). idk what happened exactly, but i couldn't stop crying for a good while and am tearing up even now, and it's been 2 days LOL. he's my comfort person fr. like, he's everything good in the world and it hurts so much that i can't tell him and give him all the love i have for him specifically, does that make sense? sigh.

NO BUT THEN AGAIN, THE GCF WAS SOOOO WRONG OF HIM!!! i can't physically deal with whatever tf happened in there?! the saNRIO PLUSHIE?! the way i'd swoon if my partner brought that home. the gd helmets... like... wbk but........ and just the vibe in general, the entire video was so bf. the bit of him with his hair combed to the side/back and the black oversized shirt, and him taking his chain off. cemented in my brain. will drown and die in that very moment ::( i love him sm ivi, what do we do with all that affection i don't understand hwjfksidhs. and i get it omg. everyone just fades compared to him, and i'm starting to get worried about it lol 😭 he's like the crush one keeps coming back to. but also, a guy irl huh 👀

i'm glad you found distraction in this, love. i definitely did, too. today's a bit rough though, so i gotta ask, how are you doing? in general and regarding the announcement, have you been feeling okay? if not, then here's a hug, and we'll live through this together and i'm here to rant anytime 🫂 i love you, iviiii 🤍

#the exhibitionist bit im dead 💀#i keep wondering if he was wearing smth underneath lmao like that's so brave.. he knows about his effect on others #also oh my god i rambled even more im sorry LOLLL but yeah he did Things to me #notes for rid 🌹#ivi <3 #long ask

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Top 5 Laporte pics 👀

OOOO ANON!!! YOU KNOW WHATS UP 😻😻😻

Heres my top 5 La- sorry Hotporte pics 😻😻😻;

Number 1;

This one - please i find this picture so cute yet hilarious at the same time. Hes facial exspresion 😭 But he also looks so hot in that kit, oh mama! 😻 And my boy is holding a trophie so thats a big plus as well

Number 2;

A quite recent picture, may i say. Him with our new PL trophy - cheffs kiss 💋 - him also in that kit, oh my gawd 😻😻😻 - as well i really like his hair from this angle ngl, whoever did his hair did a shit job dyeing it but from this angle it looks really good. ALSO this picture shows how strong he actually is. How? After a bit of reaserch (just opening google and typhing one single question in) i found out that damn trophy weights 25.4 kilograms. Thats alot (for me - im fucking weak mate 😭😭😭😭)

Anyhow...

Number 3;

Pls look how happy he looks, his smile, the gloves, the outfit? I love it. And Kun in the background just adds some extra love to the pitcure.

Number 4;

These two pictures are on the same level and I coudnt choose just one. But he looks so pretty in both, and I love them. Plus in both he looks very stylish mitgh I say

Number 5;

Hes serving cunt. Need I say more? (Yes I do. He looks so hot, so amazing, so pretty. The whole outfit is cheffs kiss and the way hes sitting? Oh my Ayme let me have your children cause damn your hot as the sun.)

Anyhow, that would be that! Thanks alot anon for the ask 🫶🫶 Also everyone pls send me asks/requests or anything I would love to talk with you lot/answer your questions or just write fanfiction for you lot :))

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Titus (on the right) soldiering somewhere in Ireland. I find it really funny that he is the only moustacheless man in this pic. It seems too he had a habit of wearing his uniform hat like he wore his bowler - on the back of his head.

Last, but not least, damn, he looks mighty hot in that uniform, at least IMO. I might not be the most objective judge here though, as I find Titus mighty hot when he is clad in al that polar assortment of grubby clothes, the homemade canva pants included, the sight of him in that sack cloth balaclava makes me weak in the knees and you can be merrily sure that if a picture of Titus wearing an old potato sack surfaces one day, I will be the first one to exclaim: "Gawd, he is so ungodly attractive in this outfit!"

#lawrence oates #oates

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ROUND 1

Qualifying on the crew serve weapons out in "Midland" in Iraq is an all day affair. If you qualify on just one crew serve, still, it takes all fucking day. In my case, I trained on the .50 cal, but what did my platoon sergeant say after I zeroed? "S******! Zero on the 240!" I was about to get up and move to the 240. "WRONG! Roll over and zero on the 240!" So, I rolled over. Zeroed on the 240. "Good! Now roll over and zero the 249!" Fuck me. Rolled over and zeroed on the 249 SAW. "Beautiful, S******! Goddamn beautiful. We're gonna get you qualified on all three by the time we leave here!"

Well, shit. I guess I'm qualifying on all three crew serves.

It was hot as shit, no shade, and I barely ate anything that morning. In that kind of heat, that's the wrong thing to do.

After zeroing on the crew serves I felt like complete shit. Dizzy, nauseous, tunnel vision. Then....I yakked. Fuck me, now I'm a heat casualy. Here's a bit of advice: Especially in excessive heat, be sure to hydrate. But also, don't overhydrate. It's just as dangerous as dehydration. Which means, fucking eat something so your body has sustenance.

ROUND 2

I gather myself and head on over to our next station, Stationary vehicles. The idea is to qualify on the crew serve machine guns from the Gunner's Turret. Two of my favorite Sergeant Majors were assisting that day. My platoon Sergeant nods me over to the five-ton truck. SMA 1 is already up there waving me over. I climb up that big sonofabitch and seat myself in the strap of the gunners turret, full battle rattle and all.

If ever you are going to convoy as a gunner in a five-ton or humvee, do yourself a favor and bring a fucking pillow. I don't care how big and bad you think you are, you ain't shit when you're whining midway through a two hour convoy (one way) about your ass hurting because you chose to go raw and sit on the three inch strap that IS your seat.

I digress.

SMA 1 says, "Today soldier, you're gonna be one of the very few to qualify on all three machine guns AND you're gonna do it better than everyone else. Hooah?" He looked me right in my eyes, "HOOAH, Sarn' Major." He looked through his binoculars across the wasteland desert and a broken down haji semi truck. I surmise it was maybe about three quarters of a mile away? Fuck, I don't know, FAR! SMA1 then tells me that I better not miss that big ass semi truck over yonder, otherwise it'll be my ass. Roger that.

The .50 cal was mounted with a spring, which makes it soooo much easier to maneuver that heavy batch. I take a min to get the target in my sights, my gloved thumbs on the butterfly trigger, I remember my breathing and how it will effect the trajectory of that big ass bullet. SMA1 says, "Fire when ready soldier. Don't miss." I fire once. SMA tells me to keep firing, so I do. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. SMA1 watched every round hit through those binoculars. "Thaaaaats right," he said. "Do it again." So, I did. Armor piercing rounds are pretty damaging in general, so imagine the hole it left in the side of the haji semi. Time was up, next station.

I climbed in the humvee and popped up in the gunners turret and manned the 249SAW. Now, I don't particularly like the SAW all that much because the barrel seems to heat up faster on these damn things. This means you gotta carry a spare and it means more malfunctions of the weapon. But my platoon sergeant told me to, so I did.

My platoon sergeant was always so calm that it was sickening. Me? Back then I was known for being hot headed, so calm was a feat. These days, I'm more calm than ever. But there are the occasional outbursts of anger and insanity, although with the help of anti psychotic meds, those outbursts are kept to a minimum.

Anyway, I sit in that gawd awful strap and fire away on the 249. I hit the target. Qualified. My platoon sergeant is happy as all hell. "S******, from here on out, I think you're gonna be my personal gunner. You have quite the shot. These crew serves have come natural to you. I'm proud of you." Not gonna lie, it made my heart swell, kinda like when your dad tells you he's proud of you. Next station.

Again, I climb in and up the humvee, and I get ready. This last weapon is the 240 Bravo. This. Shit. Right. Here. This is my jam. On a 240 you can feel the smoothness of the round fire out the barrel "like butter," as I always say. Bad mamma jamma. I love this weapon, all twenty-six pounds of it. Every 7.62mm round that accompanied it as well. The 240 would come to be my weapon of choice on all my future convoys, all except one.

SMA2 immediately peers through his binoculars and says, "Damn it S******, you see that gas can out there?" I stare down range, at first with my naked ass eyes, and blink real hard. You mean that fucking DOT out there!?

I say, "Yes Sarn' Major...." He follows with, "I want you to make that fucker jump." FUCK MY LIFE! Really? He expects me to make that DOT jump!?! There I am, sweating on top of sweat on top of sweat.

Mount. Position. Get sights. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Get in rythym with my heartbeat. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Hold. Squeeze.

Thooomp! Thoomp!

"Fuck yeah, soldier! Do it again!" I do. I made that fucker jump. He was proud of me, which made me feel pretty good.

Round 3

The last part of qualifications were done on a moving vehicle. This is to simulate being part of a convoy. So, once again, I move through each crew serve weapon, through each vehicle. But once I came to what would be known as my Beloved 240, I was met with belt fed ammo and every fifth round were incinerator rounds.

SMA1 looked down range for a minute or so. He said, "Today we are gonna blow up that semi out there!" I looked up at him, he looked back at me. "Let's do it soldier." I took aim, concentrated on my breathing. Slow. Steady. Controlled. Wait for it. Inhale. Exhale. Hold. Squeeze.

I could feel each round slide through the barrel, smooth and nice. I fired short five round controlled bursts. The vibration of the weapon blurred my vision. Jeezus christ I hope to hell I'm hitting that semi. I stop. "You done?" I squeeze the trigger over and over, being very conscious not to hold it for too long. In the distance I can barely hear SMA1. "Hold fire! Hold fire!"

I sit up while he looked down range. "Hell yeah, soldier, good aim!" I squint my eyes to focus. That semi went up in flames.

Those goddamned 3M earplugs. Do you hear that ringing sound?? Huh? What?

#veteran #combat veteran #operation iraqi freedom #shit veterans go through #soldier #iraq war #iraq

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alyosiuscreightonward · 9 months

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The phone buzzed again on the desk and I sat there with my head in my hands just pondering what was going to go wrong out here. The humidity was at 100% and the temperature was just about 101. Fuck. The phone continued to buzz. Between my fingers I saw the name of the person calling, it said Cesare.

“Hey you,” I said once I accepted the call.

“Hey you yourself,” my wonderful husband said back to me.

“Chez, you know that Gallegos is away and his nephew is here helping out. Today’s problem is the irrigation system. Apparently there are some overgrown trees by the property line and the roots have busted into the pipes,” I told him.

“Damn. That sucks. Do you have an idea how bad it is or are you waiting for the nephew to tell you exactly how bad it is,” he asked. I knew if I went on, he’d be on his way to figure out how to fix it.

“Actually I’m going to wait for Tarik to tell me. He’ll be here in the morning and the nephew, Derrick, is probably digging up and around the pipes to help Tarik out,” I said as I swung the chair around to look out the window to see if I could see Derrick. I couldn’t see him from this vantage point.

“Well, Gerta, we’ll get through this and won’t let on anything is wrong. They’re going to come to ride and they’ll leave without a word,” Chez told me in his warm voice. He could hug me tightly without being in the same room. Why was I so delighted to hear his voice? What he whispered in my ear at our wedding, I can’t repeat here, but I think it was that Armani suit he was wearing.

“And what do I owe you for this phone call,” I asked grinning.

“I wanted to let you know that Torjen, Steve-O and Mikhales are going to meet up at Manuel’s downtown for dinner tonight and I’m asking if you’d like to join us,” he said and I could see him smiling back at me.

“I’ve got three or four more riders on the books today and I’m sure that Molly and Charlotte can handle them. I’m going give them a shout out and I’ll meet you after my yoga class. With traffic, is 7:30 good for you,” I posed to him.

Cesare and I agreed that we’d see other later at Manuel’s. I was lost in my thoughts and I was thinking about Cesare. He’s my engineer and I love the way he engineered his way into my heart a few years after Xavier died. He’s a hot shit and the way he says, “Chezz-a-rrray San-teee-no” gets me every time and he has no real discernible accent whatsoever except when he says his name like that and Derrick.

I was startled by him standing there by the door. His white shirt was smudged with dirt, the armpits were noticeably wet as well as the collar of his shirt and the knees of his pants were covered in dirt. Even though he had wiped his face and forehead, the gleam of sweat was still visible. Fully dressed he looked like he could have had just walked out of the gym. Gawd. Dayum. Y’all.

“You were on the phone, Miss Santino and I didn’t want to interrupt you,” he said quietly and he looked right at me.

“I’ve finished digging around the irrigation pipes and it’s a hot mess. I’m not sure what you need me to do next, but y’all can get at the pipes now,” Derrick stated.

“You scared the shit out of me, Derrick. Anyway, Tarik, he’s my water guy and he’ll be here in the morning to look at it and see exactly what’s happening,” I reassured him. “Tarik is quick and I’m sure between the two of you, you’ll have this done in no time at all,” I said making sure I kept eye contact with him.

“Good to know. Well, if there’s nothing else, then I’ll just change clothes and call it a day and I’ll see you in the morning. I’m hoping that’s okay with you,” he said in a questioning tone.

“Absolutely, Derrick. I too am going to leave. Molly and Charlotte are here and I don’t want to be late for my yoga class,” I retorted.

“You’re into yoga? I do Pilates,” Derrick said and then proceeded to stretch. Lithe. Sinewy. I had to stop with running through adjectives to describe what I was looking at when he was stretching. He smiled back at me and left the lodge. I paused for a moment before I grabbed my stuff in order to make it to yoga on time.

I shuffled papers around on my desk and put them in a tray next to the small table lamp. After a few minutes, getting all my shit together and I was about to get in my car when Derrick came around the corner as he too was about to leave. Fresh from the shower, in well worn grey sweats and his rucksack tucked away on his shoulder, he most definitely was going commando.

“See you tomorrow,” I said and quickly got into my car. As I was securing my seatbelt, I had my head turned towards his truck and I looked up, his behind. Cassavas. I paused. Then my inside voice screamed, “GERTA!! You are going to be late!!” Finally, I had the opportunity to engage the car and hit the road. Jay Trachtenberg was on the radio and was talking about Liberty Lunch in its heyday. As I was driving down towards the entrance, I noticed Molly and Charlotte, I waved at them and then looked in my rear view mirror and Derrick was pulling up behind me. He too waved at the girls and then waved at me. I barely made a motion that resembled a wave of recognition and looked both ways, a tad too heavy on the gas pedal, I squealed away from the barn and didn’t even look back. Shit. I’m doing 60 in a 45 zone. Cleansing breath, inhale deep and slowly let it out.

It was all a blur. Like a time lapse video sped up three or four times: driving. Cursing. Stop and go. The white noise of the radio. Yoga. All sweaty. A quick stop home. Shower and finding the little black dress. More driving. More cursing about the other drivers. Extricating myself from the car and the air conditioning was a chore, but here I was on South Congress Avenue handing over my car keys to the valet outside Manuel’s. I walked in and heard Torjen’s unmistakable laugh and I was making my back to the booth when Cesare noticed that I was coming to the booth. He got up to greet me with a big kiss on the lips. Steve-O and Mikhales made noises as Torjen called my name, “Gerta, darling.”

Waleed and Melouk had been both interrupted by other phone calls. They hadn’t a chance to reach a consensus regarding Reza and their parents, but they did have a mutual laugh over how they behaved and how awful their wanton pretentious behaviors were front and center.

They referred to their parents as The King and Queen since their lineage was tangled up with the actual royal family of Jordan and it’s most definitely convoluted, but yes, they are related and removed several times from The Hussein family. How many miles are there in a light year?

Omar and Habiba, their parents, had at one time been in Gibraltar on holiday when they met Constance and Tudor Spencer. They allegedly were related to Diana Spencer. This may have been true but the DNA strand was iffy at best and with a case of myopic astigmatism maybe the Spencer’s could have come over a century later after The Pilgrims. Yet Habiba perpetuated the notion that Omar had the first family of Jordan on speed dial. It’s almost impossible as George and Wheezy having laid claim to Sally and Thomas Jefferson.

They were all lounging in a cabana and watching the surf from their hotel.

“I know that Gibraltar isn’t the most in August, but we’re off to Dubrovnik next week,” Constance told them and of course Habiba was enthralled with her well-educated British accent.

“We’ve never thought of going there in early September,” Habiba said.

“Habiba, my dear, Dubrovnik, the toni cognoscenti bringing you Paris Fashion Week in seventy two hours is a truly a spectacle,” Constance lit up and with a great flourish of hands and arms she finished with, “It is divine and shouldn’t be missed.”

Apparently that was it for Melouk’s parents who had spent ten days in Gibraltar after meeting The Spencer’s. Tudor and Omar were usually deep in conversation about how to make more money and how their children would siphon off them. They’d never disparage their wives because they secretly loved having them both say things like, “This champagne is burnt and had to have been frozen in the bottle at some point. By the way, this is Osetrova Caviar but I do prefer Petrossian Beluga. Isn’t there something you can do to remedy this ghastly situation?”

Constance told Habiba how she and Tudor traveled around Europe, Asia and Africa. “Darling, April is not to be spent in Rome for Easter. We do Madrid and Seville. It’s Féria and the male flamenco dancers do keep the home fires burning. Though Ibiza is right there and it does have its siren song,” she said with a wink and a nudge. Habiba made note of this new information.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It’s 7:57 pm local time and it’s a balmy 73 degrees in Newark. Please make sure that your trays are in their upright and locked position. Also, please make sure that your seatbelts are secure and fastened. We’ll be coming through the cabin momentarily to collect any remaining debris,” said a cheerful female disconnected voice.

“It’s been mandated, Venka.” Its Habiba’s pet name for Omar. “He will do as I’ve asked and he will not hesitate for one second. Reza is going to North Carolina and he will stay there until I’ve deemed it acceptable. Once I have an inkling that Reza can be trusted and released into his recognizance, then they both will have to make due with Scheherazade. The house I bought her is big enough for all of them. Again I will have everything thing in place for the next year. I am absolutely positive that this carrot will work. There’s absolutely nothing else to do now. Well…save for a pied a terre in New York or Paris, or is it both of them? Amman has a piece paper with his name on it in your office and one thousand dollars. A safe deposit box in Zurich has a piece of paper with his name on it and it’s very generous. Venka, I do know,” she said as she looked in his eyes and placed her hand on his forearm. Habiba is ruthless.

Omar clenched. He just wanted to have his estate to be divided equally between his children. His wife was a great mother to all her children and they both supported them in all their endeavors, but when Melouk was outed by Aziz, Habiba became glacial in every aspect and fawned over the others. Cutthroat was mild adjective once she made up her mind about Melouk. The brothers were not going to be ready for this one as they’d be standing downwind of the shit hitting the fan.

Dinner came to an end and they were all laughing together as they left Manuel’s.

“Any chance you could give us a lift to the airport,” Torjen asked. “We’re all here at The Hilton.”

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Congrats on being 6 years sober. My husband who came back from Vietnam a alcoholic used it to mask what he had seen in Vietnam. He is 30 years sober. He went through hell trying to quit even relapsed a couple times before completely giving it up. He said he’d probably be dead if he hadn’t. So you used it as a pain relieve for your chronic illness. Was your husbands bad health also a factor? Also great news on the house finally progressing and headed to be put on the market. Smoke on for me

Thanks. It actually amazed me that I didn't have more difficulty. I can't explain why I didn't suffer withdrawal or relapse. It might be the full-strength return of my chronic pain level smothered those symptoms. I really don't have a medical explanation. Nor was it a matter of will power. Falling in the bathroom was like shock aversion therapy. The next morning what shook me was—if I had hit my head just a bit harder I might have died in my drunken slumber!

And yes, my anxiety primarily arose over my husband's health issues. I've lost count of the number of times he was taken away in an ambulance. But also, I do not like living in coastal Carolina. It is too gawd-damned hot for half the year. Our neighbors are appallingly ignorant & fucking proud of it, waving their Confederate & MAGA flags. But hey, my man loved being the smartest guy in this gawd-forsaken county. He loved his job but refused to move even after his health forced him to retire. I've been stuck here & miserable for years!

What I'm really looking forward to is the THC vape I tried during my trips to CA & OR. Ya get the good effects w/o the coughing.

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aight here we go in order: hiiii bby!!! i have eaten, i have kind of hydrated ksdj, not warm enough is a work in progress skdk, my boi toebeans meows hi back, i'm seating tenk u. 🃏 everyone can have a little bisexual, as a treat 🌹 KSJDSKSK ohh lemme look her up real quick- ohh cute, says she was in the atla movie which hmm (KSJDKS) but she's cute 🥺 make more ocs, as you should 😩 I KNWO RIGHT?!??¿? that's the thing that had me thinking about rory's doppelganger shit LSJDKD hybrid you say? 👀 witch hybrid? 👀 mean and angry you say? elijah thinks she's dead you say? 👀 elijah who practically seems to like almost every girl we see him interact with? KSDNKF turned lexi yOU SAY??? my fucking. gawd. pls does that mean lexi doesn't die???

ㅤ–ㅤhow are you doing? did u eat? kept hydrated? are u warm/cool enough?? 👀

good good *evil laughs at u taking care of yourself*WAIT IS UR CAT NAMED TOEBEANS??im sobbing

also yes she’s my favorite fc ever but i haven’t ever had the chance to use her for an oc that i’m attached to so this’ll be fun w editing. also yes we ignore the atla movie i’m srry summer.

wait a minute, doppelgänger??? did i know this ?? or did i not know this?? i feel like i missed a memo?? or forgot, if i forgot tell me. i demand information.

i’ve already figured out the family dynamics it’s so messy i love it. yes i made her a hybrid, it’s actually frustrating how little there is on siphoners and witch/vampire hybrids but that just means i can make it my bitch 💗 and yes, elijah thinks she’s fucking dead and that klaus had a hand in her death but she didn’t and no he didn’t. she’s just also not…available atm and trapped by a bunch of nosy witches sgfgfg

also yes, what a man whore. you see my girl would be fine with flings, they’re vampires and old as fuck at that, but damn if she isn’t fucking a jealous bitch when she sees that his feelings go beyond desire.

i briefly thought about lexi staying dead and then her hearing bout it, coming to mystic falls and just killing the salvatores but i would miss lexi :(

so she shows up for stefan’s birthday too, and keeps her safe and also absolutely tortures damon 💗

i am ok!!! i ate good, am about to hydrate more and it’s surprisingly nice over here like not too hot or too cold and it’s suspicious fhghgh

#oc: kallista mikealson #kalli asks #orion tag #she prides herself on being a protector of women and then pan to her getting jealous and being horrible #i support her

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yeetinglaozu · 3 years

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they look so beautiful together

#i am speechless #jus look at them #the most beautiful couple that i've ever seen #the most beautiful couple ever #still cant wrap my mind around how hot yibo looked here. his all black outfit. the damn UNDERCUT!!! hes jus so fuckin handsome #they look like as if they were at their wedding #this yibo with this zhanzhan #xiao zhan's beauty with yibo's handsomeness... oh gawd most beautiful husbands #husbands #wang yibo #xiao zhan #wangxiao #yizhan #weibo night

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sageworld · 3 years

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When we have cyber sex; JJ Maybank (& John B?)

A/N; if i make a part two john b will be more involved but i needed to add him now in case I do

Warnings; Smut, mentions of explicit photos, toxic masculinity, chubby reader, overall how most high school boys are to chubby girls

Part 2; Here

Most people on OBX had what society would call the perfect body. Flat stomachs for the girls & toned ones for the guys. It was never easy being chubby while living on the banks but you had to manage.

You were laying in your bed on a Wednesday after school, scrolling through tiktok when you get a snapchat notification.

Welcome2thegunshow has added you by quick add !

‘JJ’ Read the screen name, the bitmoji matching the Maybank boy in your head. ‘What could he possible want?’ You though before hitting the add button.

It didn’t take but 15 seconds for the next notification. ‘JJ is typing…’

JJ; Hey

Me; Hi?

JJ; wyd

JJ; whats with the ?

Me; not much just wondering what you want

JJ; oh are u alone rn?

Me; yeah why?

JJ;Just wonderin (;

& It sent from there, you & JJ had been texting for 5 hours straight. Sure there were some gaps where either one of you would stop talking but for the most part, it was more you had ever spoken to him in your whole life.

JJ; what’re you wearing rn?

Me; My pajamas? it’s almost 11:30 on a Wednesday 😭😂

JJ; Okay smartass 😂 can i see them?

You hesitate, looking down at your outfit of a hoodie & sweat pants.

Me; Yeah one second I have to let my dog out 🙄

JJ; hurry back baby

You shot off your bed & into a pair of shorts topped with a crop top

You sat up on your bed taking a picture, it mostly pointing at your cleavage. Getting frustrated as the pictures aren’t coming out how you want them you can’t help but groan as you get a new notification.

JJ; You done yet?

Me; oh yeah sorry 😭 i went on roblox for a second LOLOL

JJ; well hurry up, i wanna see those pjs😌

You pull your shirt up, put the phone of hands free & hit send after applying a filter.

*JJ took a screenshot !* read after the ping.

Me;not the screenshots 😭

JJ; 😍

JJ; I’m not gonna show anyone i promise, it’s just for me

JJ; can i see what’s under those pjs baby, please

Me; idk it’s kinda late

JJ; just real quick

JJ; it’ll be our secret, okay?

Me; i guess

JJ; good girl now let me see

You sit on your knees, reaching behind you to take a ass pic, your lilac purple panties making an appearance. Your surprised by how nicely the photo turns out & don’t hesitate to save it & hit send.

*JJ took a screenshot !*

JJ; fuck i’m so hard rn

JJ; gawd damn i knew you were thick but fuck

Me; haha thx

JJ; tits?

Even though you’re not in the mood, you sit up, pulling down the strings of your top. There’s a feeling of pride in knowing JJ Maybank is attracted to you, even if it’s now how you want it to be.

*New video from JJ !*

You click on the video to see JJ pulling himself out of his gray boxers, wiggling around his hard length.

The two of you go back & fourth like this for a little longer until JJ sends you the final video of him nutting & you send him one last video of you playing with yourself, faking it.

JJ; fuck ur so hot

JJ; i’ll see u at school tmrw but this is just between us alright ?

Me; yeah ofc

Me; gn

*Seen 8 minutes ago*

While clean yourself off, JJ is attempting to too but from John Bs spare bed.

“Dude what the fuck?” John B says, walking in oh JJ still exposed, out of breath & sweaty. “Shit sorry man, but you know how it is sometimes.” He pulls his shorts back up quickly.

“Dude why the fuck are you so sweaty? Was whatever you were beating it to that good?” John B laughs, snatching up JJs phone making him jump off the bed.

“Give it back dude!” Exclaims JJ as John B runs with it, opening it easily as there’s no password. He stops when the first thing he sees is s picture of Y/n, smiling into the camera, tits out. He swipes again & sees a pussy of which he can only presume if yours.

“Dude, you’re macing Y/n?” John B let’s out a laugh. “I’m not macing her alright, she’s just got some nice body parts.” JJ snatches the phone back before swiping again, revealing a video of your ass, jiggling as you put your hands under it to shake it a bit.

“Alright I’ll admit, she’s pretty nice.” John B daps up JJ. “Are you gonna fuck her?” “Shit who knows, just hopefully she doesn’t run her mouth.” JJ & John B both now leaning over the railing of the porch. “She doesn’t, trust me.” John B smiles at him. “How do you know?” Confusion clear in JJs voice.

“I fucked her last year after a kegger.”

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