#it's so fucking funny going from rise to gu
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monsters in rise: ill give you a few seconds to get out of my territory but if you get too close ill bite you
monsters in the old games the moment they see you:
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P O T E N T I A L C O N N E C T I O N S
Gus Amado, 43, He/Him, ASL Interpreter
Under the Read More are different connection ideas based on Val’s life. Feel free to message me or comment on the post if any of these strike your fancy and I can reach out to you to plot more. 💙
💉 Sedate Me - It’s a hot summer out in the middle of nowhere- and you meet an older man with an ugly haircut and a watery smile. He’s living in an RV and he’s running away from something. He’s clearly been through it- and he doesn’t talk about it. Maybe a traveler yourself at the time, and at some basement party thrown by the grungy underground queers in some hot midwestern town, you get to talking- but more importantly, you get to experiencing. Whatever drugs you both take leave you sitting on a rooftop somewhere, throwing water balloons at street lamps to see if they’ll extinguish. You finally learn about Gus’s background- at least, what you can glean from between both of your hazes and delusions. You know he was a special agent, and you know his boyfriend is dead. High out of your minds, you both make a vow to be best fucked up friends forever, locking pinkies. And years later, despite the city being so vast and full of possibilities, you see the familiar face of your drug-buddy out and living his life, in NYC. He looks better. But before or after doesn’t matter. Fate just has a way of pulling y’all back together again.
👊 Fight Me/Kiss Me - You hate his shit face. His dumb smile and the way he always knows a little too much about something. Not only that, but he shows up to things and always just seems to be trying to get a word in. You don’t fully notice the loneliness there, the way Gus tries desperately to make friends, afraid of his empty apartment. But you revel in arguing with him- and he relishes in it right back. Drinks at the bar turns into rolling eyes and pushes and shoves, until you’re both out in the parking lot. Until he’s under you breathing heavy and the stale beer emanating from your breath has him gripping your jacket and tugging you in. You both fuck and fight like it’s your job, and you’re not sure which you enjoy more.
🧒 Miss Me - You’re a similar age to one of the many Amado children and you get along swimmingly. You’ve spent your life in NYC and you often meet up with the Amado kids when they go out to the community pool. The younger boy is sweet and a bit of a mama’s boy, but he’s always coming up with funny stories and you two play pretend out in Central Park while your moms have picnics. You two go off into the woods and hunt frogs. You see how deep into the mud you can go without sinking, and you go searching for elusive ‘mystery fish’, a favorite game of Gus’s. You’re kindred spirits, made of muck and algae and the smell of wet bark. Maybe it’s because you’re both so used to the concrete and boring structures of high-rise apartments that you can’t enter. Gus’s cooler brother Chet always calls you both ‘the little swamp monsters’. In high school Gus asks you to help cut his hair, and you steal his older brother’s car and go looking for ghosts. But Gus started to slowly clean up- and suddenly he was an agent. Stuffy and carrying a gun- but sometimes you see the scruffy kid you were best friends with. Your texts and Facetimes were few and far between, until his partner died and he retired from the force. Suddenly he needed friendship more than ever- but sometimes it’s not so simple. How do you both restart your old friendship? Is it tough, or does it feel like no time has passed?
💬 Introduce Me - You do your job, and you do it well- a professional at whatever you do. And regardless of how long you’ve been that way, you are impressive to Gus. Gus, who grew up figuring out his life and only having a few friends, only to lose one of the closest ones he had. He’s spent the past few years driving around in his RV with Chili, not really having a place to call home... and now he’s come back to NYC, and barely understands what it means to have a family any more. He needs help... and you can feel it. He’s desperate for some kind of connection but often gets into fights instead. You think he might need to be taken under someone’s wing. Maybe he needs help being introduced to new friends, to a brotherhood. Even just being filled in on what’s been going on. Gus is desperate to belong but doesn’t know how to make that shown- and maybe you see that, just a little bit. He makes all his jokes at first, affable and kind, but finds you comforting and helpful. He may even see you as a form of guidance or a close friend.
🚘 Help Me - You are someone in a car at night. It’s so dark out and your high-beams are on, and the radio is turned up. For some reason it’s slow & sad songs tonight, and you’re eager to get home. Roy Orbison croons. ‘I was alright, for a while, I could smile for a while. Then I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight, when you stopped to say ‘hello’.’ The next second, you see a shorter man tripping out of the woods and right onto the street. He’s bloody and his clothing is torn and his eyes are wide. He’s bruised up and terrified... and against the fear screaming in the back of your head, you help him into your car. His name is Gus, and he flops back into your passenger seat after you’ve asked him if he’s alright. He’s out of it and mumbling “Just drive, just drive”. He’s trying not to bleed on your car’s interior. He’s silent for a second and laughs weakly. ‘Shit, is that- this is one of my favorite songs.’ From there on, you start to talk carefully. He’s bleeding- a lot. You get him to a police station and that’s that... until you see on the news that an FBI agent and his partner were held hostage at gunpoint for 48 hours by a drug cartel. You recognize the face immediately. The police call you for a follow-up and you get to meet Gus in the hospital as he recovers. Suddenly you’re visiting every few days, hearing that not many have.
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Othello
pairing: jason todd x reader, reader is a psych major because i think the concept of psych majors in Gotham is funny lmao
warning: i wrote this at 1 am, kinda short, swearing
a/n: i got strong feelings towards Othello, The Catcher in the Rye, and Jason Todd, but this one’s for @tadpole-san smirk smirk smirk
part 2
You liked studying at Gotham University’s library for the ambience.
Whether or not you got any actual “studying” done depended wholly on your mood and whatever being that may or may not have been watching you from above, but even if you somehow managed to procrastinate the entire time you were there, at least you could walk back to your dorm with the comforting fact that you had gotten in your cardio for the day.
The place itself was gorgeous with its overarching ceilings, long hall lined with pillars supporting a seemingly endless array of books, the cozy golden glow of the lights, and the generally pleasant atmosphere provided by the myriads of students sitting around its tables and lounging on its couches. The entire campus was stunning - but it would only be surprising if it wasn’t thanks to the very generous grants from patrons of the Gotham elite, most notably people like Bruce Wayne.
You had a particular spot you liked near the edge of the library, in a little corner mostly surrounded by shelves with enough space for a few usually-unoccupied couches. Aside from you, the only regulars to sit there mainly just consisted of one other guy who recently had started to drop in every few days or so to listen to music and do his own work. You didn’t mind him - he never bothered you, and you both kept up your mutual solidarity towards maintaining a very comfortable silence.
That was, until one particular day.
“Is that Othello?” You glanced over the book in your hand and saw the guy’s startlingly green eyes gazing right at you over his dark-rimmed reading glasses. He wasn’t wearing his earbuds as per usual, so you figured your agonized sigh of boredom must’ve come out a little too loudly.
“Yeah,” you finally answered, slowly lowering the book a little. “Unfortunately.” He cracked a slight grin at that.
“What, you’re not a fan of Shakespeare?”
“I don’t hate him,” you started with a fairly nonchalant shrug, “I just think this book in particular is just kinda-”
“Boring as fuck?” he finished very eloquently, causing you to grin back despite yourself.
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
“I can agree with that,” he said with a nod towards the book. “Definitely not one of my favorites, that’s for sure. Good premise, dynamics were pretty interesting, but I couldn’t really get into it either.” The fact that he was discussing Shakespeare’s works in a way that suggested he had fully read the book (without wholly relying on CliffNotes) and that he did perhaps genuinely enjoy some of them suggested to you that he was probably an English major. “And Iago was a bitch-”
“I know!” you nearly exclaimed, throwing your hands up in very evident frustration. “Iago was shady as hell, and I don’t get how Othello never saw it coming from him. Like, no one can be that oblivious, come on. I wouldn’t have listened to him.” RIP to Othello, but you were different.
He was actually laughing at that point, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You and me both. You an English major?” You shook your head, holding up your Psychology Twelfth Edition textbook that had been resting on the table beside you.
“Psych.” He raised a brow and you inwardly sighed.
“Jeez - at GU? I’m impressed.”
Being a psych student at your particular Gotham-based university was both a blessing and somewhat of a curse. The classes were phenomenal and your professors consisted of some of the best and most experienced in the nation - but that also came with the downside that the city you lived in had some of the biggest psychopaths and the largest insane asylum in the nation as well.
Well, you win some, you lose some.
“It’s not that bad,” you tried to say, but the smirk playing at his lips proved that you weren’t convincing anyone. “Let me guess, you’re an English major.”
“What gave it away?” he deadpanned, chuckling regardless as he closed up his own book and extended a hand out. “Name’s Jason Todd. I’ve seen you around a lot, but we never really talked, huh?” You smiled as you reached out to shake his hand, introducing yourself as well.
“I guess not. You usually look like you’re pretty busy.”
“Something like that,” Jason grinned, leaning back against his chair and sliding off his glasses. Without them, the lights somehow gave them an almost glowing effect. “I figured you wouldn’t want me to bother you.”
Bantering over Shakespeare with a cute boy wasn’t exactly your definition of being bothered, so you shook your head.
“Believe me, that was a lot better than Othello was.”
You saw Jason at your spot again the next day, then the day after and the next, lounging across from your couch and always seeming rather out-of-place with his black leather jackets and ripped jeans, but a welcome sight to you nonetheless. And just like that, suddenly, your visits to the library weren’t just for the sake of cardio and the ambience anymore.
He was surprisingly amusing to talk to, whether it was complaining about more books for your respective English courses or just ranting to each other about the struggles of being a student at GU. It was easy to bond over things like getting your midterms interrupted by random threats from the likes of the Riddler, or arguing over whether or not the city’s latest vigilante, some guy named Red Hood, was actually cooler than Batman himself.
He had been particularly passionate about that last debate.
Aside from being easy-going and annoyingly attractive, you also figured out that he was ridiculously smart, especially when it came to helping you with your English course. Whether it was explaining the deeper societal message behind a particular reading or helping you research topics for your thesis, Jason had a knack towards figuring out exactly the things you yourself seemed to struggle with.
“How do you figure all of this out?” You asked one day out of sheer disbelief after he connected The Catcher in the Rye to themes of disillusionment about innocence and one’s childhood, and not just towards the protagonist, Holden, being an ass. “Seriously, I thought I was pretty decent with this stuff, but you blow me out of the water.”
He shrugged it off like it was no big deal, sliding off his reading glasses and setting it on top of the wooden table you were at. You had grown fond of the way they looked on him.
“It’s nothing special,” he dismissed in response, lifting his gaze from the book to fixate it back on you. “You do great by yourself, I just kinda give you a little push with my interpretations.”
He did that a lot - downplaying the fact that he was actually smart as hell like it really was no big deal. The way your grades had started rising after he started helping you out proved otherwise, though.
“Still, thanks for helping me out,” you insisted, eliciting another slight smile from him. “It means a lot.”
“Oh yeah?” His tone had gotten cheekier as he leaned closer to you. “How much is a lot?”
“That’s up for you to decide,” you smirked, moving back and closing up your laptop. “Not me.”
“You know, if you really wanted to thank me, you should get a coffee with me sometime.”
“We get coffee together like every week,” you deadpanned and he sighed.
“Not like that. Like a date.”
It hit you like a truck.
“A date,” you repeated, like you hadn’t heard him the first time.
“Only if you were into that,” he added, trying to play it cool as he moved to pack his things into his bag. “I’m not working tonight, so I thought you might wanna give it a shot.” That was even more surprising, because he always happened to have a mysterious night shift going on. He never told you what exactly that was, aside from off-handedly mentioning something about motorcycles and Crime Alley every once in a while.
You were still letting it process.
“...if you don’t want to-”
“No, no - that sounds great,” you interjected, already starting to smile. At the sight of it, he managed another grin himself, an evident hint of relief flashing across his face.
“Right. Yeah. Cool.” He cleared his throat and shot you another grin as he tossed his bag over his shoulder. “Let’s head out. And I’m telling you right now, I’m not letting your broke ass pay for it.”
“Jason!” you protested as he laughed and nudged your shoulder with his, making you join in despite yourself.
At least Othello had managed to lead you to one good thing.
#pandemonium scrawl#I kinda want to see a fic where he works at like a bookstore or something#will i write it?#lmao who knows#jason is an english major#I like that headcanon surprisingly#jason todd is in college#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#dc comics#dc#reader imagine#dc imagine#red hood#red hood x reader#fluff#college au#kinda cute i guess
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Alright, some strawman made up person will twist this into reasons to call me a fake fan or insult my lack of a perfect score on my real save but here's some fan gushing:
For the past few days my best bud and I have been revisiting 4U, my favorite monhun, and it's been a ridiculously good time that's both reminded me of the many reasons it's my favorite as well as giving me excuses to look at it from new angles (and maybe find MORE I love).
And part of this revisit, which was not planned but ended up happening, has become us cheating through the single player because:
1) I have literally already done it before, all red checks on 3ds
2) He's never been a fan of the single players in monhun and I can't blame him because despite me liking them I agree- they are tutorials and a means to get some free monster parts to be better prepared for multiplayer (as well as leveling farms/food for the same).
So after doing most of low rank legit, we ended up messing with a x10 damage code, and then a straight up entirely bull shit "Instant Clear" code that skips quests, it's been amusing to see but it's safe to say neither of us are experiencing it as intended this time around lol.
That's mostly me getting stuff off my chest before exploding with love.
In addition to cheatin' the single player, I'm trying something new that I've never done in any monhun- actually reading all the dialogue (or almost all, I skipped a few by accident towards the start) and lemme tell ya if that didn't reinforce my feelings on 4U in perhaps unfair ways since I haven't given other titles the same chance lol.
So here's the thing: I could say literally too much about this game.
I could make an hour long dissertation on why this game NAILS so many aspects of monhun in ways I feel, through my nostalgia fueled nonsense goggles, no other monhun has come close to.
I could! And it'd suck! Because I'm inexperienced with the format and I'd get so wrapped up in my excitement and adoration that points would frequently get lost in translation!
So here's text instead lol.
First off, I can not believe just how fucking much I love the team in 4U compared to the other titles.
And again, I read the text this time, unfair bias, but even WITHOUT reading I felt this way and you know why??
Because 4U characterizes everyone SO FUCKING WELL and uses its cutscenes to SELL you on them all!
After having read the text, it's just 10x stronger, bud. This is the one team in monhun that nails the balance of quirky and competent PERFECTLY.
Every other monhun I've tried goes too far one way or the other, you have 3U being 90% serious lifeless characters and then the funny mis-adventures of ChaCha and Kayamba (who rule) so by the end I'm left going "Those sure were vendors I interacted with".
Gen (no GU because lack of experience) gave me nothing.
Like I can't remember a single 'character' it just felt like vendors leading to fights.
World tried like... really hard, and just didn't come ANYWHERE close to what 4U accomplished in no words (cutscenes only) or few words (dialogue included). World gave a quirky handler who never really felt capable in their job, but WAS enjoyably fun about it, a quiet vet who just straight up does nothing but pull out his long sword a few times (how 'cool'???), and a dream team of like, some guys who can look at a map.
Sick work, World.
And Rise mostly just made visuals and no character, you have ninja who does nothing, twins who do nothing (and eat), an elder who draws the monster icons I guess, and uh, blacksmith who I believe is talked up a touch???
And the thing is, this doesn't make any other monhun a bad entry- World and Rise have phenomenal takes on the gameplay that in many ways rank my favorite, but it's interesting to see 4U NAIL it and then the subsequent games kinda flounder in a puddle about it with forgettable attempts and no real cohesive 'family' unit to build you hunting adventure around.
I didn't want to just ramble about how I love my Capital "C" Caravan family a LOT and think other monhuns would be a bit better if they tried to match this AMAZING unit, I also just wanted to say I love 4U.
Just that.
Simple statement.
I love playing it. I love all I've accomplished in it. I love the harder single player missions (You best BELIEVE I plan on getting rainbow legit in this run! I might have cheated up to this point but I LOVE the rainbow quests and I wanna do em again!)
I love the Capital C.
I love how mix sets rule the day in this game.
I love how the mega ultra end game feels as well as how strong you can get- you get REALLY strong but you don't get to "What bullshit power creep is this?" levels like Iceborne.
I love the gimmick this game with Frenzy and Apex- they don't feel too ridiculous like Hyper or too dreadful in what mechanics they apply like AT, and the way they flow into gameplay via Frenzy and Wystones both actually ADDS to the experience rather than just being "This is a harder fight" and calling it a day.
I love pierce this game.
I love my Cera Cymmetry.
I love how content PACKED this title is without falling into world's live service hole (you CAN do content without doing that! ALWAYS BEEN TRUE!!!!).
I love the G hub with His Immenseness.
I love how the Caravan 9 "finale" before the dips into G Caravan 10 quests pop up has you fight alongside AI hunters!
I mean, uniquely defined and extremely limited AI hunters, but it's a concept Monhun SHOULD explore for single player and I liked it here!
I love the finale cutscene showing, glamorizing, and pulling no punches in displaying the monster hunting cycle! Go hunt! Win! Eat! Celebrate! Get Cocky! LOSE! Laugh it off!!!
What other monhun ends with a cutscene showing hunters losing and it's all played like "Well! BACK AT IT EVEN BETTER THIS TIME!" LOVE THAT!!
I love just so much about MH4U, I know this is disjointed, I ain't rambling about all I love about playing it when I should be, but this is my post. This is my love for the game.
Going away from this emulated copy I cheated on, here's my physical copy I didn't.
This is the game that stole at least 820 hours from me. (it was a tiny bit more than shown).
This is the game I'd go back to in a heartbeat, and having done so, I know I can always have the time of my life from HR1 on.
This is the game I played so much, and so seriously, that I bought a CPP and wore down my 3DS to the point where I CAN'T USE IT. The A, X, and R are all worn down to heck and need to be pressed with serious pressure and even the right angle to work anymore ALL because of 4U and Gen, and mostly 4U lol.
This game is what truly cemented Monhun into my life.
I started in 3U because a tutorial / call to action video sold me on the series. I played a lot of 3U.
But I also found a comfort spot and avoided learning how to play 'well'. I beat G rank, I did some of the hardest things you can do in 3U, but I was practically carried through on life powders and the kindness of players much more well informed than I was.
4U is where I decided to hang up my safety nets and learn how to play. It's where I fell in love with mixed sets and striving not to match the meta, but somehow beat it.
It's the game where I accidentally recreated fucking Hame sets just because I was trying to make the best set I could think of and it turns out doing that eventually lands you in a hame lol
It's my favorite Monster Hunter title.
By a long shot.
And it's funny, because most of that is because it does what Monster Hunter always does, but very well.
The gameplay is the best oldschool monhun ever got, flaws and all. I can argue all day that newschool has mastered a lot of ideas I wish oldschool had done, but there's a reason both have fans and I AM a fan of oldschool for where it's own strengths lay.
The roster is robust and a joy to explore.
The challenge is high where it needs to be, and there's an ungodly amount of end game challenge to chew through.
And what stands out to me are the little things that make it 4U.
The characters being memorable and likable instead of static vendors you forget seconds after meeting.
The plethora of friendly hunters I had full on conversations with through this title despite being a text only 3ds game- miles more than I ever had in World or Rise.
The end game I never truly got tired of. That one hits hard, because it's true, and it somehow IS unique to 4U for me.
And a community that pushed me to get better and always reminded me that being a friendly hunter is the best one you can be; Now that's something you don't get to see a ton of on the internet's version of monhun.
I fucking love 4U.
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Hi I have a question about a tag I saw on some cnovel translations. It’s “Dog Blood,” which I think is a direct translation of the Chinese tag. One place I saw it was on a novel by priest called 锦瑟, if that helps. I couldn’t figure out how to find the meaning without reading a whole novel.
HAHAHAHA omg my friend, i’ve been wanting to do this post for a while, but anyway since you asked, i shall just go through some of the danmei/novel/cdrama genres or types below. it ain’t an exhaustive list at all, there’re plenty of variations, but you may see some of these on jjwxc, also feel free to add for others
[but before i go on a tangent, for 锦瑟 pipi’s description is 狗血仙侠 I think? means angsty, melodramatic, makjang (if you’re into kdrama) cultivation to become immortal types]
*some of the below are like, you’ll totally turn up your nose at it and go like what the fuck, and not that i consume some of these genres, and i have ZERO comment as to what these genres are and i don’t want to hear stuff about how immoral things are (which they, some of them really are) - i’m just adding it in so yall know what to look out for in jjwxc next time if you chance upon weird shit okay
and i know all of these by some unfortunate crash course by a friend who’s a weibo supertopic trawler:
甜／虐 tian／nue
Sweet or angsty/suffering types.
宠爱 chong ai
Means one of the main characters/leads really, really dotes on the other person. Basically a sweet novel, excessively sweet one.
狗血 gou xie
Literally translated yes it means dog’s blood, but what this means is that it’s angsty as fuck, and melodramatic, a lot of parts that will make you want to like spit out blood, which is where the name sort of matches. It ranges from like main characters with shitty personalities, betrayal, a lot of heartbreak, have I mentioned blood-spitting angst HAHAHA because yeah that’s what I get. Sometimes death (temporary or fake or transmigration or otherwise) yeah you get it. It does not mean BE, it can be HE, but you’re in for a fucking ride
沙雕／搞笑 sha diao／gao xiao
This means humour, comedy! Rather safe, refers to light-hearted humour, meant to be funny hahaha
鸡汤 ji tang
Literally translated means chicken soup, and no this does not mean chicken soup for the soul type of novels - this is also used to mean humour but like meme-ish and more like in your face humour that’s dumb and smart at the same time. Like just ridiculous humour.
骨科 gu ke
LMAO okay this literally translated means orthopedist, like the doctor department u go to when you break a bone? AHEM in danmei or actually not just danmei, any sort of het books, if you see this it means incest. So most of us would steer clear of this. The name came about (don’t take my word for it, there are a few versions I’ve heard but this is the most common one I think) because this popular male blogger was on a livestream or smth, and then his father came into this room to basically break his leg because he found out that the guy was sleeping with his younger sister, and that’s how it got its name
Look, I don’t judge, but I’d totally run the other way if I see this on any novel description just saying hahaha
小白 xiao bai
Literally translated as Little White, but used to mean surface-level type novels or stories (commonly used to describe web novels or fan fiction oops hahaha) - No depth in storytelling or characterization, no overarching huge plot, not very creative either HAHAHA (but does this mean it’s not good?! we’ll leave the jury out for that one)
菠萝 bo luo
Literally means pineapple, the fruit lol, but it’s used as slang/euphemism for B (bo) L (luo) - BL novels HAHAHAH
清水 qing shui
PG-13 novels, no explicit plots or scenes or people etc.
傻子 sha zi
This is a bit of an iffy line as well, technically it’s used to mean like a main character (one of the main leads) is a bit like naive and innocent and a bit of a bimbo/himbo/thimbo - but I think recently there’s been a rise of novels where authors (not just danmei, also in het ones) take the ‘silly’ part one step further and one of the leads can be actually mentally ill or retarded - so if you see this, you may wanna find a second opinion to see what kind of book it exactly is, so you don’t get a shock :/ Some of them are written well and treat the issue of mental instability and illness properly, others use it as just a trope/plot point, yeah so it’s hard to tell.
Don’t even ask okay, don’t ask why this exists or why people write certain things I do not have the answer.
And then there are types based on like the setting:
末世 Apocalyptic
明星 Entertainment Industry
民国 Republican Era
高干 Main lead comes from like the upper echelons of society
军 Military
生子 Preg/MPreg
机甲 Robotics
声优 Audio VA/Entertainment
重生 Reincarnation
穿越 Transmigration
科幻 Sci-Fi
修真／仙侠 Immortal Cultivation / Xianxia
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Preservance — Chapter 2
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I sit up with a start.
What the fuck was that? It seriously felt like I was gonna die back there! Guess I’m lucky it didn’t kill me. That’d be a real embarrassing way to go out. Seriously, dying while screaming in the middle of a crowded bus? Cringe.
Still hurt like hell, though.
“Hey,” I turn to where that goth weirdo is sitting. “The hell’s wrong with your pin—?”
There’s nothing there but air. For some reason, I’m not on the bus anymore.
Looking closer, wherever I am’s like a damn horror movie— the whole place feels haunted. The room’s overgrown with different kinds of huge plants. Trees, vines, plants with mouths… Point being, it looks abandoned. The cracked tiles just add to the feeling.
Y’know. This might as well happen. I go back to lying down on the floor.
That’s when the floor decides it hates me and starts rumbling.
I frown, looking down below me. It’s gotta be bad luck that I’m dealing with an earthquake now of all times. I look around, searching for something to duck under, but all there is is a bunch of oversized plants.
A loud crack sounds from beneath the ground.
I grit my teeth and run across the room. Is this some karma for blowing my mom off or something? Or is this for skipping school? Maybe it’s the world’s revenge for that one time I stole Cinnabar’s food—
Thud.
And I gotta trip over nothing, just to top it all off. Great. I’m gonna die to a haunted house ‘cause I can’t walk straight.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Scratch.
Loud thuds come from behind me. Scratching sounds, too. Whatever’s there is huge. Probably ready for blood.
Against my better judgement, I look back. And I gotta say. Whatever’s going on in here really makes me wish I died back there.
Wherever I was standing before’s been cracked open. Huge vines with eyes slowly come out of it. They crawl on the floor, inching towards… something.
I back away, keeping my eyes on the vines. Is it just me, or are they moving towards me?
The plants near me are starting to act creepy, too. They look like they’re moving— and it isn’t the wind, ‘cause it’s hot as hell in here. Or maybe I’m just sweating ‘cause I’m nervous.
One of the plants with a mouth spits on me outta nowhere.
“Augh!” I wipe the juice off with my arm. “Do you really need to do that?”
All eyes on the vines start staring straight at me.
Shit.
Cinnabar once told me my big mouth was gonna kill me. Guess she never realized how literal that insult was gonna be.
“Er, y’know, I take that back. It’s cool if your buddies wanna… dump their acid on me or whatever, yeah?” I inch away from the vines. “We can talk this out.”
Juice flies off my arm, forming solid words for me to read.
[It’s too late for chatter, Inkwell.]
Something flies up from the floor. A huge, wooden archway with some sorta carved star in the middle leers down at me. Eyes are all around its weird body. And more importantly—
Something sharp flies past me. The plants behind me get slashed to pieces.
“Did you just throw a knife at me?!”
[It’s a machete.] Every one of its eyes squint at me. The vines that hang off its body move to grab the knife again. [You should know that. You were the one who gave it to me.]
“I didn’t give shit.” I take a slow step back, eyeing the weird living plants.
One of the vines rises to flick my forehead. [Are you still playing dumb? Trying to hide behind another one of your mortal forms?]
“The hell are you talking about?” I grit my teeth. “I’m human, you asshole.”
[You’ve always been a horrible actor.] It rolls its eyes. [Fine. I only stole your soul away so I could have your final words, anyhow.]
“Wh— this is the first time I’ve seen you!”
Its gaggle of eyes narrow. [Funny. You’ve known me longer than that, cenn.]
“Can you stop your word magic for a damn second and listen to me?!” I grip the drawstring of my hoodie. “My name’s— um — Qu— Quin, not cenn or Inkwell or whatever you’re calling me! I dunno who you’re even talking about! You’ve clearly got the wrong guy, so can you just shut up and put me back wherever you stole me from?”
The living creepypasta stares at me. Silently. Not that they’ve ever made any sound, but it’s still creepy after all that chatter they made.
A vine reaches out and pulls my arm.
“Wh— d’you have a problem with me or something?”
[You’re solid.]
“It’d be damn scary if I wasn't?”
There’s still a look of suspicion in their eyes. [You said you were human. Why are you so sure?]
“...’Cause I am?” I raise an eyebrow. “Dunno ‘bout you, but I was born like this. What else am I supposed to be?”
[Hilarious. I couldn’t have killed a human.] The walking ghost story rolls its eyes. [Do you know how you died, Quin?]
It continues without even waiting for my answer. [It was Retribution that did it. And Retribution can only kill someone like me.]
“...What, a total weirdo?”
[A god, you idiot.] Vines start coming closer. ‘cept they have thorns now, which y’know, is fine. [Let me ask you again. Are you really human?]
“Whaddya want— my birth certificate?” My hands are shaking. I’ve got way too many questions and none of the answers are making any sense. “Do whatever a god does and get those answers yourself if you don’t believe me.”
One of the vines starts wrapping itself around my leg. [Don’t get cocky. You and I know we don’t have that kind of power.]
“How am I supposed to know? I’m not a god!”
[Fine. Tell me. How do you think you died?]
“How am I supposed to know?!” I half yell. This is way too much information for me. Gods are real? I’m dead? Apparently all of this actually is karma?
“I— ’kay, look. Was just talking to my friend and some goth stranger pulls this shit out—” I pull the pin out of my pocket. “— saying it’s mine or something. Damn liar. Next thing I know, I’m being electrocuted. Then suffocated. Thanks for that, by the way.”
There’s a long pause.
[Goth?]
I wait for a moment, but it doesn’t write anything else.
“...That’s what you’re gonna focus on?” I raise an eyebrow. “Yeah, goth. All black. Like a funeral parlor.”
[I see.] Half of its eyes are shut tight, while the others look… kinda tired? Guilty? Upset? Dunno anymore. But it feels a lot like pity. [I think I’ve made a horrible mistake.]
You’re telling me.
The room rumbles as the crack beneath it seals itself shut. Vines shrink themselves into nothing, ‘cept the ones that wrap themselves around that horror story’s body.
[I don’t understand how, but… it seems like you were bait. And I fell for their trap.] A gust of wind blows through the room like a sigh. [For that, I apologize.]
“S’fine.” I stuff my hands in my pockets. “You’re gonna make it up to me, right?”
The leaves behind me rustle. [Are all mortals like this? I would like to, but… There isn’t anything I can offer you.]
“Whaddya mean?” I frown. “You’ve gotta be able to bring back to life or something, right?”
[Like mortals, gods have things they specialize in. Any god that could help you with that is long gone.] The look in their eyes is almost like pity. [I am really, terribly very sorry.]
“Long gone? Like, dead?”
[It’s how it is.]
“And— and that’s all?” I grit my teeth. “I’m seriously dead? For real? Just because you missed?”
The asshole lowers its eyes. [I’ll return you to the afterlife shortly.]
“Hell no.” I walk towards it. “You said I’m solid, yeah? Just drop me back on Earth. I’ll figure something out.”
[Solid compared to ink. Besides… that wouldn’t be a wise idea.]
I turn my hands into fists. “Explain.”
[I’m not sure what you are anymore, but I’m certain whatever Inkwell did made this world believe you were a god.] It states. [And since you’re the soul of a dead god… this world will you treat you like one.]
“...In other words, humans aren’t gonna see me. That right?”
The wooden creepypasta bobs its body up and down. [Correct. You might be seen by spirits or other creatures, but humans often don’t have the sight to see gods.]
“I—” I put my hand to my forehead. “Can’t I just— stay there? Doesn’t matter to me if they can see me, I just… wasn’t supposed to leave that fast.”
[I don’t know if I can allow that either.]
I grit my teeth. “Why not?”
[You can visit. If that is what you want. But you can’t stay there.] It avert its eyes. [If you do not know what you are, then we can’t say for sure what you being around mortals will do.]
“So I’m both dead and dangerous?” I let out a dry laugh. “Real rich coming from the guy with enough power to one shot me.”
The god seems like it’s sighing again. [So you don’t want to return to the afterlife.]
“If you put me back in there, I’ll crawl back out.”
It gives me a look of suspicion. [You don’t know how to do that.]
“You really wanna test that?” I raise an eyebrow. There’s gotta be something wrong with me if I’m trying to threaten a god. Then again, I’m dead, so I’ve got nothing to lose.
It looks at me for a moment, like it was considering its options.
[If you aren’t ready to pass on, do you want to live here?]
“Wh— here?” I frown. “Uh…”
I almost say no, ‘cause if every god looked like they came outta horror movies, I’d die. Not like the other option’s any good.
“Where is here, anyway?”
Multiple eyes look towards me for a moment, before looking away. Like they’re on cue, a burst of sunlight shines through the room. Makes the plants that decorate the room look way brighter than they did before, ‘specially cause of the dew drops on them.
That’s when I realize the whole place looks more like a house, too— just with giant sized furniture. Didn’t notice them ‘cause they looked way more like columns from where I’m standing.
The weirdo looks almost satisfied at my reaction. [This is the home of the gods.]
Something crashes onto the floor behind it. The other god barely spares a glance at it. A plant bursts from the ground, tugging at the wooden pillar.
[You don’t have to scream that loudly.]
“S… Sorry.”
…Hold on, why am I apologizing?
The ceiling behind us quickly gets patched with some strange sap. [Like I said. We are in the home of the gods. Though it is in a state of… disrepair, it's an alright place to live in.]
“Dude.” I point to the fallen pillar behind it. “That could’ve killed someone.”
[But it didn’t.]
So I can either rest in peace or live with an murderous idiot. Isn’t this way too much karma for stealing somebody’s cookies? Not that it’s the reason I’m dead.
No matter how you slice it, though, I don’t got much of a choice. ‘Specially not if I wanna see Earth again. Doesn’t mean I’ll like it.
“‘Kay… what’ll happen if I stay here?” I tap my fingers against my arm. “The whole place is kinda… big for me.”
[There are more human sized rooms. Probably.]
“Wait, didn’t mean that, er.” I frown. “You really planning to let me stay here for free?”
[Would you prefer not to?]
“Not what I mean,” I grumble. “Aren’t I getting way too good of a deal here? The other gods have gotta be getting mad at a mortal freeloading in here.”
It bobs up and down again. Is that it’s way of nodding? [There’s no need to worry. There’s only one other god here. I could convince them.]
“Huh? Just one?”
[Just one,] it repeats.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d call these guys a bunch of fakers. Is it fine for them to offer rooms to people just like that? Would’ve thought they’d be more territorial.
[Do you want to stay?]
For some reason, the idea of agreeing makes me feel like I’ve just skipped reading the terms and conditions. But that’s never stopped me.
“Not like I’ve got any better choice.”
‘Course, that was probably my first mistake.
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The Owl House Introspective | Zodiac Signs
hello hello. so it seems there aren’t any canon birthdays for the characters (yet). and me being me, i love to know character’s astrology signs because it’s a passion of mine! and i’ve more than enough time on my hands, so let’s take a deep dive into what the character’s signs could be!
*this is just my opinion based on my knowledge of astrology and how i interpret the signs. i’d love to hear what you think, if you agree or disagree!
Luz Noceda
Luz Luz Luz. Okay. So I’m not great at doing summaries for characters, BUT it’s easy to see that she can be very short tempered and act before thinking. She comes off as very social and easily gets along with everyone she meets. She’s high energy and seemingly is always on the go. But that’s just on the surface. At her core, she is very family oriented. She can be very emotional and I feel that family really drives her to make the decisions she does. She would do anything for anyone she cares for. She is most definitely creative and imaginative. And at her worst, she’s pessimistic and moody. And with that being said, Luz is a
Cancer Sun, Aries Rising.
(Possibly Libra Moon but I was too lazy to think that deep into it right now.)
I saw both of these results when trying to find her sign, and I think this works out so well. When we first meet her, she resembles an Aries. Loud and outspoken. A little firecracker ready to stand up for what she believes in. And I think her core (her sun sign) really powers this. As we get to know her, we see a more emotional side to her. As for the Libra moon thing, I took a quiz to get an idea of what signs she may be and Libra was in the top three. And it would make sense. But I’m not entirely sure.
Eda Clawthorne
The wonderful, amazing, perfect, beautiful, awesome, (okay, we get it you love Eda) Eda. She’s hard to figure out. Which is a part of her character so cool deal. She is outgoing and passionate. She adapts very easily to change and maybe even prefers it. She loves adventure and definitely doesn’t like to be forced into a single box. She wants to learn any and everything. She thrives on being able to do her own thing and figure out the world through experience rather than learning by the book. She is humorous and fun to be around. But she can also be impulsive and not really think before she acts. She also doesn’t really consider others when doing so. But despite all of that, she is also very secretive. She hides a lot of herself and rarely opens up emotionally, even though she has a lot of feelings. She hides her emotions often. This is a conflict between her sun sign and rising sign, though her rising tends to hide emotions despite having a surplus of them. With all that being said, Eda is a
Sagittarius Sun, Scorpio Rising.
(Aries moon maybe, I dunno. Aries is somewhere in her chart. Maybe she’s an Aries Mars but I’m not going that deep 😂)
As a fellow Sagittarius, I relate to her a lot in terms of her description I wrote. Sagittarians tend to hide their emotions and insecurities under a facade of optimism and outgoing-ness. They don’t like to dwell on the negative and just want to have fun. They bounce around place to place in search of what fills them with life. Motivation. Knowledge. And with her rising, she can present herself as mysterious. There is a conflict in the show where she doesn’t really open up (aka. Raine.). And since rising signs symbolize the ‘you’ you show to others, this checks out.
King
King!!!! I fucking love this guy. He’s funny. Deadpan kinda humor. So first impressions, he’s very extravagant and loves being the center of attention. He loves control and likes to feel as if he is a leader in all situations. He can be very egotistical. And he definitely has tendencies of pushing people under the bus in order to gain for himself. He has a dark sense of humor and can be violent. There’s a lot under that “me me me” surface though. He can be very dedicated and passionate. He hides his emotions, much like Eda. He doesn’t like the fact that a lot of his past is unknown. He doesn’t like not being in the know. A lot of his character is secretive, not necessarily by choice. That being said, the lovely King is a:
Scorpio Sun, Leo Rising.
(Apparently Sagittarius and Virgo were high up in the rankings for him, so that can be taken into consideration for his moon. Virgo moon maybe. Sagittarius doesn’t really fit his vibe??)
I know a lot of people might see him as a Leo sun, but I think Leo Rising fits him more since that’s what he portrays to others. Think of rising signs as your “outer” self and your sun sign as your “inner” self. That’s very vague and it all depends on your chart as a whole but that makes it a little easier to understand, at least for me. As we get to know King, there is a deep vast of emotions under the surface of his confident and cocky exterior. I think these placements fit him well.
Hooty
Okay. Hm. Love to hate him. Hate to love him. Just as you’re starting to like him, he just- pulls a Hooty. He’s good natured at heart. All he wants is everyone in his life to get along and love each other. And he will stop at nothing to help solve any conflict. It’s almost as if he wants to feel wanted. He’s got a maternal vibe to him too. He is also very emotional, and it annoys me when he goes all “woe is me”. But that’s Hooty. He craves to be accepted just as he accepts everyone else. He cares deeply for his family. So Hooty is a:
Libra Sun, Cancer Rising.
(Virgo moon maybe. Virgo was high up there. Virgo something.)
These placements just make sense with who he is. I personally don’t like cancers for the sole reason that they act like hooty at their worst (and I’ve only met Cancers who were at their worst sadly.) But he’s also so warm hearted and loves to care for others. Libra’s want everything to be equal and for everything to be harmonious. And that’s exactly what Hooty strives for.
Amity Blight
One of the best character development I’ve seen with this one, so far at least I don’t watch a lot of new media. But no, I love her. I’m sure we all do. She’s very cool. At first glance, she is very passionate about her status and goals. She works very hard to keep up the appearance of power and control. She wants to come off as put together. Everything has to go perfectly for her. And it seemingly is, but that’s only a mask. Under all of that is a girl who is overwhelmed with the pressure to be perfect. The pressure of fitting her parent’s expectations, as well as her own. Expectations that are wildly unachievable at the rate she wants. She’s meticulous with her ways. But also shy and reserved. She is picky when it comes to people she opens up to. But when she deems a person worthy of her time, she is more than caring. She pushes herself too hard and she is way to hard on herself. She strives to be the best even if it takes away from her sanity. And with that being said, Amity is a:
Virgo Sun, Capricorn Rising.
(Potential Aquarius Moon because yes.)
If any of you have known a Capricorn, you can’t deny Amity acts like one. She can be rude at first. She is intimidating. She is THE best. She works hard and never stops. But she also is very pessimistic and judges herself hard. I don’t know how to describe it, you’d have to be close with a Capricorn to understand what I mean when I explain them. As for her sun, this is perfect. I don’t understand earth signs very much so I can’t truly describe them to you, but she’s a Virgo. For sure. It’s the vibe they give off.
Conclusion
And that’s that for the main-ish cast! If you’d like me to cover the supporting characters, such as Willow, Gus, Lilith, Raine, Hunter etc- let me know. I probably will. What did you think of my interpretations? I think I got pretty close! Of course, I might be off when their birthdays are ever released, but I like what I decided on. I love love love astrology and diving deep into their potential charts in accordance to how they are etc. I do this in my free time (aka. at 3am when I’m bored.) so I decided to share. I might do more for other shows! What are your sign(s)? Do you relate to any of these characters?
Anyways, I’m off. Thanks for reading. Ignore any typos I’ve missed. It’s 2am and I’m tired.
-Ambrose.
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❛ THE FORTUNE COOKIES ❜
with Angel Reyes.
Request: none. That's something I wrote for Angel, coming back from a run and finding reader at his house, about giving him a surprise.
Warnings: a lot of fluffiness, I think.
Word count: 1.3k
Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!
Gif credits: @angels-reyes
Masterlist.
Standed up in the middle of the living room, you have one quick look around you. Everything is on point and you can't feel more proud. You just hope that he likes the surprise. Actually, it's not a surprise, because you told him that you would be waiting for him. But what you did waiting for him it's a surprise.
Angel and you have been, officially, together since two months ago and it's the first time he has had to do a trip, out of Santo Padre. You don't know where he has to go, because he talks to you about the club and his business carefully, introducing you into his world step by step, without hurry. But at least you know at what time he's going to be back.
His flat isn't a mess anymore. Everything is in order. The windows are opening, letting the soft Cali breeze travel around the house. The table is settled up with different cardboard boxes from Angel's favorite chinese restaurant. Fried rice, fried noodles with beef and prawns, chicken with bamboo and almonds and a lot of fortune cookies. Of course, the beers are getting colder in the fridge. It cost you a lot to do everything, having to work in the meantime at the hospital. And again, yes, you're proud, but your hands start to shake when you recognize the buzz from his motorbike coming closer.
Some short minutes after and with your heart about to fly off from your chest, the door gets opened by Angel. He looks tired. Just tired. The black bags under his eyes tell you that he didn't sleep many hours. His knuckles are slightly red because of the leather gloves and his skin is a little bit toasted. But before you can say anything, he looks around until flooding his gaze on you.
“What's tha'?” He asks confused, closing the door behind him.
He doesn't move a single inch, leaving his bag fall onto the floor. Your smile disappears, with your nerves becoming stronger and briefly painful. Turning over your feet, you start to think that maybe it was too much. So he's not going to laugh when you tell him how you managed everything.
“I… thought that… you wouldn't like to… find a mess here, so… I was bored of studying and… I cleaned it for you”. You say trying to hide the tremble that is hitting your vocal chords.
The mexican walks close to the auxiliary table, next to the sofas, squatting to open every box on it and check what is inside them. Raising his face to you with parted lips, Angel shakes his head more confused than one minute ago.
“How do you…?”
“Well, tha—that's a funny history…” You chuckle, feeling somewhat edgy, pointing at the table with a tremble finger. But he doesn't say a single word, waiting for an explanation, standing up to face you. “I wanted to… ah… cook for you, but I wasn't sure how to use those… burners. I grew up in a house with vitroceramic. So… I remembered that you have mentioned that your brother works with you, and… I don't have his number, so… I went to the scrapping”.
“You… what?” He asks twisting his neck, crossing an arm over his chest, covering his mouth with the free hand.
“I thought that… he could tell me wh—what was your favorite restaurant, so... I could order something. But there was a creepy gu—”.
“Chucky”.
“Yeah, yeah… Chucky. He told me that he… wasn't allowed to give me EZ's number, because… you know… he doesn't know who I am. But he told me about your father”.
“Did you go to my pops carnicería…?”
He's freaking out in silence, and you're starting to think that it's actually a funny history. For cops. Before arresting you.
“Felipe is… ah… I like him. He's wise, and kind, and… he was happy to meet me...? He actually said he was happy to meet me bec—because I was doing… all this for you”.
Angel is blinking more than normally, because he can't believe any of your words, passing you away in silence straight to the kitchen to grab a beer. Resting his waist against the counter, opening the bottle and having a long, long sip, the man cleans his mouth with the back of his hand. He wants to say something. He really wants to do it. But he just keeps silent, because he knows you haven't finished.
“I… called Ezekiel. He was co—confused at first. I told him I was just… a friend… as I told your father, and, ah… that I wanted to prepare you a surprise”.
“You did all that shit to find out... which was my favorite restaurant?”
Nodding with your lips slightly shaking, when he comes back to your position, you try to find an excuse hearing how bad it sounds.
“Angel… I know I didn't have to… go to the scrapping, or talk to your father, nor your brother… I know that… Shit, I feel like one of those crazy bitches from Netflix series…”
Bowing your head down for a second, you hear him taking a deep breath by his nose. About to cry. Finding his eyes filled with tears and his chest rising and falling quickly, you frown confused, raising both hands to his cheeks.
“Ang—Angel, I'm sorry…” You mutter when he begins to shake his head, pressing his knuckles against his eyes. “I just wan—”.
“I love you”. He mumbles in tears, making disappear all your nerves.
Your boyfriend breaks into a loud cry, resting his forehead over your shoulder, hugging you strongly against him. You're not sure how to react about these words, or about hearing him like that. In the end, it's just a dinner. You don't want to imagine how it's going to be when you learn to use the burners, to cook for him. Gently caressing his scalp and his messy hair, you lead him to the closer sofa, trying to calm him surrounding his back with both arms. You were so nervous that you didn't notice how much you have missed him, and that you're really happy to have him back at home.
“Shit, sorre'…” He whispers suddenly, sitting up somewhat better, letting you clean his tears with your fingers. “I'm… I'm fucking tired and I know I told you tha'… you could wait fo' me here. But I wasn' expecting you, or expecting… all these things you did. Nobody had done something like that for me, (Y/N)”.
“Clean your house or act like a crazy chick?”
“Both”. You chuckles making him laugh, without being able to loosen the grip on your body.
“So… Aren't you angry beca—”.
“I couldn'... Fuck... Look at all the things you did. My house was a fucking mess... and you spent a lot of time going from one side to another just to… have dinner”. He continues laughing, urging you to sit on his lap and hug you tightly.
“Yeah, and it's gonna get cold if you don't hurry taking a shower and changing your clothes”.
“Do I smell that bad…?”
“Yeah… more or less”. You reply teasing him, narrowing your eyes and wrinkling your nose. “But… I love you like that, mi angelito”.
“You know what?”
“Hm…?”
“We're gonna take a shower together. Then, we're gonna eat all this food, and after that… I'm gonna take you to the club, to meet my brothers”.
“But…” Pursing your lips, you adjust your arms around his neck. “Are you sure…? I mean, you don't have to, if you don't feel ready…”
“I am, mi dulce. I want everyone to meet you”.
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Seunwoo + Seunghyo sick
Hi anon! Thank you for this ask, and sorry it's taken me a while to write!
This one is, in my head, set in my Where Your Treasure Is 'verse, but you don't need to read that to make sense of this. The premise here is that Seon-woo and Seung-hyo are in a romantic relationship and have been living together for a while, and they also run a company together.
"You better take something for that," says Seon-woo at breakfast.
"For what?" Seung-hyo croaks at The Korean Herald, which has decided, on this fine spring morning to lead with an editorial on wealth redistribution that looks like it's been written by a twenty-year old who gets her news on Instagram. Pulling their advertising for the next six months seems overkill, but surely something should be--
"For the flu you've been having for the last two days," says Seon-woo, wheeling his chair around the table toward the kitchen counter. As he passes Seung-hyo, he reaches out to place an inquiring palm against his forehead. Seung-hyo jerks away.
--ah, he has it, yes, wasn't there an interview scheduled today with the Seoul Business News--
"Hmm," says Seon-woo, "Nothing some paracetamol and rest won't cure. Take it."
He moves away, and the coffee-maker whirs loudly.
"Is there something wrong with it?" he asks, "I'll call the company. Didn't they promise noiseless?"
"They did not."
He turns in his chair to look at his partner.
"I'm the one who ordered it."
"I'm the one who read the manual and set it up. This is the noise it makes every day. You're just extra sensitive today because-"
He turns back to his eggs and toast, and the horrifying state of the world.
The problem with living with a medical professional was that they always thought they knew everything about everything. Alright, maybe that wasn't a problem with medical professionals in general. Seung-hyo is willing to acknowledge that the problem, in this case, might be more localized, viz, the man across the table who's judgmentally sipping his coffee , while a bowl of oats congeals into goop in front of him. Why he doesn't wait to finish his coffee before pouring out the cereal, Seung-hyo has never understood. And he's tried, oh, he's tried, to get him to view this logically, but Seon-woo will insist on eating the cold slop every day.
"Did you get a chance to review the Australian distributorship deal?" he asks, swallowing a bite of toast. The bread feels scratchy going down his throat. Had Madam Ji switched to a different bakery?
"Yes, I've made some notes and sent out an email," Seon-woo replies. "I'm quite sure we can do better. I've asked Kim bujang to look into it."
"Oh," he says, picking up his phone, "I didn't see it…when did you send it out?"
He'd been working late last night, how had he missed—
"After you fell asleep at the desk," Seon-woo says, coolly.
He has a vague memory of Seon-woo waking him up, and shutting his laptop for him last night. This was why he hated medication, which he had taken, he wasn't entirely irrational, despite what Seon-woo liked to imply.
It just interfered.
"Well," he says, taking two large gulps of his own coffee, "I better get going, I have a day."
"I bet," Seon-woo mutters, and then gives him a sweet smile when he gives him a look. "Have a good one, hyung."
His expression says that he thinks the probability of that is negative. Seung-hyo's never met anyone as petty as the love of his life, and that's a fact. Well, maybe Ye Jin-woo, which just went to show you—
"I will, thank you," he says, "Shall we have lunch together?"
Seon-woo nods, and this time the smile is genuine, and alright, he didn't care that the love of his life was a petty fuck, he especially didn't care that his head felt a bit like a block of wood, life was good, and he was going to have a good day.
"Bad cold?" asks the make-up professional at the TV studio, her voice sympathetic. "I'll get you some warm water with salt to gargle with, it'll clear up your throat before you go on air."
"Thank you," he says, "That's very kind, but unnecessary."
She pauses.
"It's really no trouble Gu daepyo-nim."
"No," he says, "Thank you. Again. But no."
At lunch, Seon-woo says, calmly, "I'm sure the ten people watching KBN at 11.22 am this morning would have been convinced by your argument, if they'd been able to hear it. Why did they cut you off so quick?"
"A glitch in the sound system," he says, "The sound engineer was profoundly apologetic. I didn't think it was worth making a fuss about."
"Uh-huh," says Seon-woo. "You mean the fact that he forgot to mute your mike properly, so we could hear you hacking up a lung off screen? I think he should be fired."
"Where's your sense of proportion?" Seung-hyo asks. The hot chicken broth feels good going down his throat, warming his chest.
"Left it in our McMansion this morning," Seon-woo says, and sets his chopsticks down.
"Hyung," he says, "Take the rest of the day off."
"I can't," he replies, "There's too much to do."
"Rescheduling a few meetings is not the end of the world."
"It's discourteous to the people who are giving me their time," Seung-hyo replies, "Besides, I'm fine. The soup was delicious. Thank you for ordering it."
Seon-woo waves a hand, "You can thank Kyung-ah-ssi on your way out."
"I'll buy her flowers," Seung-hyo says, because there's no way he's going to face her without even that much of a defense.
Seon-woo says, evenly, "You'll be sure to pick them up yourself, won't you? I mean, there's absolutely no reason why you shouldn't be in a pollen factory- excuse me- a flower shop today."
"You're not as funny as you think you are," Seung-hyo says, rising from the table. "Dinner at 7?"
"Sure," says Seon-woo, "You'll be making crab soup, I hope?"
"Don't push your luck," Seung-hyo says, with dignity and calm, and runs away.
He comes to groggily, in his bed, with no memory of how he got there. The lights are dimmed, and he's sweaty under the quilt. There's movement beside the bed, and when he opens his eyes, bleary, Seon-woo is placing a food tray on the bedside table.
"What time is it?" he asks.
"Past 9," Seon-woo says, quietly. "Ready for some food?"
He sighs, turning on his side to face him.
Seon-woo's expression is fond, even though there's a trace of exasperation beneath.
"I'm feeling better," he announces.
"Astounding," Seon-woo murmurs, taking the lid off a steaming bowl. "Considering you weren't, at any point, sick."
Petty, petty.
"I bet that's rice porridge," he says craning his neck. "Ugh."
"Special from eomeonim," Seon-woo confirms. "She's put me on a deadline to feed you this tonight. So chop-chop."
He pushes himself up, resting against the pillows, as Seon-woo arranges the tray for him.
It does taste good- like childhood, and home, he acknowledges, as he swallows the first mouthful.
Seon-woo is taking off his prosthetics, heaving a sigh of relief. Despite all the advances they've made in the material technology, wearing it for several hours at a stretch and the kind of life Seon-woo led, did make it a bother. At home, Seon-woo often preferred to get around in the wheelchair like he'd done for most of his life. Sometimes, when Seung-hyo thinks of how much pain Seon-woo has borne, he can barely comprehend it. Compared to that—
But that's a thought he'll keep to himself, he's not a fool.
"You're such an idiot about these things," Seon-woo says, as he maneuvers himself across the bed. He raises a hand to brush away the sweaty hair sticking to Seung-hyo's forehead. "You realize being ill isn't a character flaw, right?"
Seung-hyo puts his spoon down.
"So you're a psych now too?" he cribs, picking up his spoon again.
"Don't need to be," Seon-woo says, yawning, and turning away. "You're not that complicated, hyung."
God, the man was so annoying.
It really was a disaster that Seung-hyo was crazy about him.
"Sleep well," he says aloud, as Seon-woo settles down, "See you in the morning."
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Airplane gets Ghosted~
Brain: :D
Me: Oh no, what did you do.
Brain: Let’s make another Airplane Harem~
Me. 🥺 why are you like this?!
Note: Inspired by A Crowd of Evil Spirits Lines Up to Confess to Me; pretty funny horror unlimited flow story, with some good scares that leave ya at the edge of your seat. (I really love the Protagonist, so good and pure and I headcannon as Aro-Ace~) So anyways, for those who don’t know, in the novel, the Protagonist Gu Wuji is a genuinely good person, an aspiring actor on hard times who suddenly gets pulled into this horror survival game. Here is the thing; while for others this is a truly cursed and terrible thing, for the protag this is just a regular day, just with some people who need some help; he will help Ghosts just as much as he would help a human.
Ghost: *being Scary*
Gu Wuji: Oh no, let me help you? *smiles*
Ghost: *either a blushing mess, happy to be helped, or can feel how strong this human is and is the one scared instead*
So yeah, here this man goes, bewitching everyone he meets, especially terrifying Ghosts who want him to die so they can stay together forever 🙃 Lucky he is so charming, and that with every Instance cleared, he can get points to get items and information/hints from the store.
And then I though about Airplane being in this position and I just grinned.
So, to preface this, I’m going to go on how I think Airplane has been raised in this AU.
Basically, since our favorite writer was young, Airplane was pretty much raised by ghosts. With two increasingly furious and arguing parents who couldn’t care less about him, they don’t notice at all how weird their kid is, not wanting to be reminded of old memories. So thus start’s Airplane’s growing up more comfortable with the headless car-crash victim who helps him know when his bullies are around then actual living people who only seem to try and tear each other apart more then most dead ever want to. Not to say he hasn’t met some mean dead too, but all they seem to care about is just scaring him off so they can be alone. Which, fair.
Just... Airplane is still Airplane, but for him, normal is dealing with the Ghostly Neighbor who will at least hear him out most of the time, especially since most Living people are assholes.
(Also, Airplane will have some of the strength that Gu Wuji is known for, but he mostly just has a really good head for intelligence, logistics, plots, and strategy... Let’s just say Airplane has seen and been through some shit in his younger years.)
I am also being a gremlin and making Shen Jiu and Yue Qi be the friends Airplane makes in middle school, Shen Jiu being superstitious as fuck and Yue Qi going along with it, even as he because more WTF the longer they are friends with Airplane and fully realize ‘Shit, ghost are fucking real, nope, nope, nope.’ It is a beautiful, disaster of a trio and their friendship is eternal... (even if Shen Jiu will never forgive/hold over Yue Qi for leaving him with the ghost in the fucking burned down Mansion, even if Airplane fixed it; apparently it had something to do with their previous incarnations?)
So yeah, these guys are released out into the world, where Airplane writes really good, if bloody dramas, asking his Ghost Friends if he can use some of their stories and them either not caring or excited as they give him the go ahead. (The Police have some questions...)
Sure, he writes some bad porn on the side, but with some of his Ghost friends able to beta read for him, Airplane is able to stay a float nice and easy, if still anxious every time he has to pay the rent because human interaction is so hard when you’re dealing with the living. (Don’t have to worry about meeting someone’s eyes if they’re gouged out after all)
And then we get to the Instances :) (Now, besides the first one that does happen First, these others could happen with one or two between them.)
First Instance(Novice): The Traitor’s Secret~
The fresh new Players, with some older ones here, is part of a Merchant Caravan that they just have to ensure gets from point A to point B, and just live. Simple mission as this is a Novice Instance for innocents pulled in. And it would have even remained a simple one, only having to deal with the wondering dead that are manageable, as they have plenty of supplies to ration and work with, if one of the Older Players wasn’t here with ulterior motives.
See, this ‘Senior’ managed to buy information that there is a great item that can be obtained; the thing is, one must betray their comrades in order to get it, with the first betrayal making the difficulty rise from the Novice to Intermediate immediately, as this as awakened a terrible Boss.
It probably would have gone smoothly (maybe....) but here is the thing.
As it turns out, ‘Senior’ didn’t buy enough information; after The First Betrayal, the Boss Ghost will sneakily become a part of the Party, acting much like a helpful NPC when really he is a trap; if the Betrayer betrays him, it is game over.
But the game is different this time; No one expects Airplane, who has the ability and instincts of a cockroach who was completely willing to hug a Ghost’s (well, NPC’s) thighs
Cue Shang Qinghua who is very confused, because after he sneakily becomes part of the group, this human has decided to cling to him of all people, the Creepy/Grumpy NPC, and not his fellow group members...
Airplane grows on SQH like a fugus, makes amazingly funny commentary, and even tells some interesting stories. On Airplane’s part, Shang Qinghua feels not only like the strongest guy here, but also the most reliably competent...
Not to mention he feels comfortable to be around, which is weird since Airplane doesn’t usually feel to comfortable with the living~ (ha ha ha, maybe because he’s a NPC? Though he still freezes with those guys too...)
As it is, because ‘Senior’ needs to betray everyone, he tries to get Airplane, who, again, is still a very, very morally ambiguous guy, sees this guy trying to kill him, and simply pushes them instead into a throng of the undead.
Airplane: Ah, sorry for the terrible sight Senior brother, but he was trying to kill us? Are you alright? Do you want a massage?
Shang Qinghua is incredulous, but becomes more charmed as time passes.
(Remembers, how his martial brothers, people who he had lived and worked beside all his life, so easily sold him out, trying to kill him only for him to suffer a fate worse then death. It was only so much time was passed, after having to spy and betray those who betrayed him before he finally had the release of death; but even then, his resentment was too strong, even the blood sealed onto his jade hairpin filled with resentment.)
It is this item he gives to Airplane, blushing as he does as he says if the other ever needs help, to just use the pin and it won’t lead him wrong.
When Airplane leaves the instance, he gets a system notice about the points he got, increased because of the Instance’s sudden level increase, as well as information on the item he received from Shang Qinghua
Shang Qinghua’ Hairpin: A Hairpin with deadly secrets, belong to A Spy with a vast network of information, be able to uncover hidden secrets with ease and learn anything you wish of with loyal shades at your command,
Level One: Summon two shades to gather information. (Each level up gets you another shade to do your bidding)
(He only has the information from level one, but once he levels it up, this is what else it can do)
Level 3: Your shades can now help you escape dicey situations
Level 5: Able to uncover the deadly poison hidden in the hollow of it, this deadly substance can poison Living and Dead both
Level: 7: Able to use the Hairpin like a deadly knife, the resentment enriching the wood to be harder and sharper then ever before.
(Past Level Seven, must full on stab someone in a vital place to discover this ability: Able to release one ensured fatal attack from the Hairpin; after that, it will continue to drop to a fifty-fity chance and before renewing each Instance.)
Level 10: be able to summon Shang Qinghua, the deadly competent Spy to your side to aid you; note, he will only help as much as he likes you and you are only truly safe from him for an Hour before he gets free range to do whatever he wants.
So yeah. this is Airplane’s first instance~ It was so terrifying, having to be around so many people and freaky monsters, but he thinks he made a friend? He hopes?
(He certainly gets one heck of an admirer.)(¬‿¬)
Second Instance(Novice): The Healer’s Broken Heart
So, next Instance, Airplane finds himself in an ancient, fantasy hospital with a group half novices and novices who at least survived two or three games after this. The challenge this time is two pair up into teams of two or threes and try and treat as many ‘patients’ in the hospital as one can. First, they have to collect all the medicine they need, prepare the Nursing rooms, and then, of course, treat at least five patients each, or face death for failing.
See, the patients are sorta, kinda, Undead they need to treat as if they were living, so they Have to do things like bandaging sliced throats, sew back on sliced limbs, and drain puss and other gross gory things to give nightmares. Not to mention that they have to follow regular rules like in most hospitals, so no running in the hall, no loud sounds, things like that when their are Ghosts everywhere. (As long as someone doesn’t break the rules, the Ghosts won’t notice you.)
As Airplane is a nervous wreck around people, and with this being a bad day for his anxiety, no one but one guy is willing to partner up with him, this gentle, sweet guy called Mu Fan, who’s amazing chill affects Airplane’s own chill and helps him feel a little better about the situation.
Ha~ Mu Fan is so nice and even knows so much about all the medicines and what to do here! He’s even helpful and nice when Airplane was about to have an anxiety attack, following what Airplane warned him about not touching him, but if he could, maybe hum if he could?
Of course Airplane can’t just let the other carry him the entire way! Mu Fan is just too nice and really helped him back there, so he wants to pay back at least a little. So, being this disaster that he is, instead of thanking Mu Fan and asking him if their is anyways to pay him back, Airplane uses his Hairpin instead to see if he could help the other out.
He gets an... interesting reaction...
Apparently, Mu Fan is actually Mu Qingfang, a Boss Ghost (tho Airplane only knows the other is a ghost) of this area, who can be activated in some ways; examples, if the Players try and hurt the Patients, if Players try and kill each other in cold blood, or try and steal Medicine. Mu Qingfang’s most sincere wish is to free his patients from this cycle of pain, hopefully be free from it for good.
This is the information that Airplane gets, what Mu Qingfang has been trying to discover for years with no luck.
Airplane: QAQ Mu Qingfang is truly too good, too pure for this world, wanting to help the other ghost past on and be out of pain.
On Mu Qingfang’s part, he saw this poor, distressed man and the doctor instincts in him went on fire as he did his best to help the other with their heart demons. But he was really, extremely impressed by them with how they treated his patients, taking care of their wounds like it was nothing, joking with the decapitated head as he sewed it back on, getting a breathless laugh from the woman as she cried happy tears from it. The doctor went really gooey though with how Airplane spellbound his audience of twins who needed to be separated after their parent had sown them together, the two young (very creepy as fuck) children begging for more, distracting from the pain of having to reattach their arms in the right places one more.
(Tries not to cry when this disaster of a Man says he has to do something first before he leaves after he finishes the five patients, only to bring a true gift back as he does. Mu Qingfang has nearly given up on his poor patients ever being free from this constant cycle of pain, their Bandit Killers, for such a small, evil group, never brought to justice only for Airplane to catch them all, bringing them to the hospital so that all their grievances can be aired out and payed back once and for all. It took a bit, and Airplane accidently raised the Level of the Instance himself this time doing it, but he got all the baddies round up and incapacitated as he did.)
Mu Qingfang is ever so grateful, even as Airplane offers to help the man finish up here before he leaves, the last doctor’s visit these ghost will ever need to have. He blesses Airplane with a powerful healing ability, along with a Doctor’s kit that is full of useful supplies, refilling ever day if needed.)
So, Airplane is back in his space, cleaning his hands and body because that was still gross (but not the worse thing he has dealt with) with new points and some good prizes once more, even if he isn’t sure why the level went up all of a sudden? The Bandits honestly weren’t that hard to trick and sabotage?
Mu Qingfang’s Medical Bag
Basically, like the Hairpin, full of goodies that can do more and more OP things the higher the Level it goes (and yes, has a secret poison function as well; Now Shang Qinghua can refill the Hairpin if he ever need to :D And yes, Mu Qingfang can be summoned with an Item in the bag once he gets to Level Ten..
Same with the Healing ability, it just gets more OP the higher the level, tho it doesn’t have a summoning ability, but will let you heal others as much as you want at Level Ten
So thus, this is Airplane’s second Ghost ‘Friend’~ (〃￣︶￣)人(￣︶￣〃)
Instance Three (Intermediate): Guards of The Icy Village
So, Airplane is confident in himself, seeing as he’s managed Instances that go from Novice to Intermediate all the time, thinks ‘why not try an Intermediate, since my Novice experience will probably turn out like that anyways? (the fact that all the choices he has left are either Intermediate or Hard does not matter!)
Looking through his choices, he see a Limited Event One, with a Special Link to it; not knowing what this means but being effected by the Limited deal, he picks it.
(What this means is that there will be an Event in this Instance that will literally only be open this one time and can not be done ever again; Special Link Means that this Event will and can effect in even Higher Level Instances in the Future, depending on how Many +’s are in the title of it.)
This Event has a Max Number of +’s :)
So, he picks his choice and finds himself in this beautiful Icy wonderland with a group of other people. Everyone has to be set into teams here, guarding the snow village from evil spirits and monsters that would prey on it for five days and five nights. And because I want to, Airplane has been teamed up with Gongyi Xiao, Qin Wanrong, Qin Wanyue, and Qiu Haitang. As long as they protect their part of the Village, they will be able to pass the Instance and everything will be swell
(Is this me indulging in having some badass girls, and letting these characters not only get some damn scene time, but be able to be happy and live? Yes, yes it is, because let me explore these guys in this traumatic AU where they have to do all they can to live, and still be able to trust to have each other’s backs dang it)
So, the Huan Hua High Schooler group have already been through two instances at this point, Airplane has been through a lot, and Qiu Haitang has had one game that turned from easy to hard in a minute that she survived with luck and her wits (and gave her a crap ton of points and a need for survival classes she took asap before her next game). Airplane, because he doesn’t trust the fact that they’ll be okay if other parts of the Village they’re in are invaded, sends his spirits and some nifty golems he got from the shop to help patrol everywhere.
Because come on, if one place gets breached, of course the rest will be vulnerable! He’s played the Empire Building, Fortress Making games to prove it!
(Everyone nods, because this actually makes so much sense, how could they have ignored such an obvious trap! Intermediate Instances are no joke!)
Cue really scary as fuck ice monsters and evil spirits. Things are going good, Airplane and co are making it through, with Airplane discovering and making obsolete yet another trap unknowingly because he’s making sure everything is rationed(and using some points to actually buy some fooof) and checking in with villagers all over; because they are literally in charge of protecting and managing all these people, and with everything around here with the blizzard and seize, they have to make sure there is enough food and supplies for everyone.
(That this prevents making evil spirits and monster from rising with the Village is a big thing actually, because some of them are made from the dead.)
So then, the forth day comes; it starts out nice, no more harsh snows, people are coming out of their houses now, Airplane is nearly tearing his hair out from stress and too many people, but he can make do. (has had to make do with worse really)
And then he hears some of the Villagers are about to riot, planning to go at something with stones and pitchforks. Panicking, thinking these NPCs that he has to protect are trying to go outside their weight class, Airplane gets the others in his team and other teams who are useful to hopefully get the weak peasant class NPC out of danger as he goes about handling the problem himself, only to stop and start at the literal child bleeding in from of him.
For a moment, Airplane blanks... (Sure, he knows, from experience, that Children Ghosts are in fact some of the most, if not the most deadly ghost out there... And yet... for all the pranks and cruelty they played, they were always the ones who understood Airplane’s loneliness the most, being the most truthful and blunt and just honest with him...)
So, when Airplane sees this light blue demon child with horns and nasty claws, tear stains on his still baby fat cheeks even as they scowl and bare fangs, fear and anger in their eyes as they tremble before him, Airplane does not kill the child or run them out of the village.
It takes some coaxing, and it’s mostly hunger on the child’s part that wins in the end, but with the last of Airplane’s Jerky being torn through, he is able to treat the kid with his kit in his tent, even get them some cold soup to eat before they sleep.
Airplane has enough time to possibly panic over the fact ‘Wait, if there is a child there must be a parent’ before said Child’s Father appears in the Village the next morning, KO’ing two teams before almost killing his own before Airplane shakily presents them their well treated and contented child...
who doesn’t let go, until their parent raises an eyebrow, makes an amused huff, and easily grabs their child, even if it leaves Airplane with some nasty scratches and one less lucky charm necklace.
(The Future Mobei-Jun, still Mo Bolin, nearly cries, but stubbornly bites his lip as he does, glaring at anything and everyone around him, especially his parent and the warm person he has to leave here. He wants to keep them! They saved him when their was no gain for it, and even used much needed supplies to treat him, which Mo Bolin knows are important and guarded fiercely! They told interesting stories and had good food! He doesn’t want to leave them.)
Mo Bolin’s Father is very amused, and gives Shang Qinghua an ice power(shield) and a Teleporting Token.
So, when Shang Qinghua gets back from this instance, he gets some friend requests, a bunch of points for the best possible ending ever achieved in a game, and info about his new things.
he’ll only be able to make Shields and Barriers with his new Ice Ability, with the strength and number he can make increasing with each level.
With the Token, it allows him to teleport a limited range and places he either sees or has been. It can’t be leveled, but apparently, if he fulfills some sort of condition, it can be upgraded.
So, those are ideas I have for some of the Instances. Things not mentioned:
Time with the Instances is weird; Time still always moves forward, but it can easily skip around... So the next time Airplane accidently gets into a high Nightmare Grade Instance, He might see a fully grown Mo Bolin, now Mobei-Jun~
Another example of Time being weird with the Instances; Airplane obviously met Shang Qinghua first, but Shang Qinghua had been Betrayed and sold out to Mobei-Jun, the same Mobei-Jun that Airplane saved as a child :D
(Yes, Airplane will summon Shang Qinghua in an Instance with Mobei-Jun, and it will be gloriously awkward, even as Shang Qinghua is smug, because he can still see Airplane anytime the other wishes to summon him)
(This will probably lead to Mobei-Jun upgrading Airplane’s Token, making it to where it’s range is even greater now, and can summon him if Airplane wishes it.)
I am still on the fence of making Shen Yuan either a Ghost and part of the Harem, or a player who is bros with Airplane.
There is an Instance in their Real Life, where Qiu Haitang, Shen Jiu, Yue Qi, along with Airplane go along one hell of a Blast from the Past as they find out terrible secrets, things get resolved, there is much crying to be had, and everyone agrees to never mention the Instance ever again or so help them Shen Jiu will make them forget.
(Shen Jiu likes having a sister. Qiu Haitang likes having a brother she actually likes.)
Liu Qingge is a disaster; is he a player, is he a Ghost, is he a monster? Who knows, Airplane doesn’t. (I’m going to say he is a fellow player~ he just likes messing with Airplane.)
And thus, here is this AU~ Hope you guys like it~ EDIT: Noticed this was weird to read, so I added spaces: hope this helps.
#SVSSS#Scum Villain's Self-Saving System#Scum Villain's Self Saving System#Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky#Shang Qinghua#OG!Shang Qinghua#Mu Qingfang#Mobei-Jun#Ghosted Airplane AU
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Best Part | E. Pettersson Imagine
This one is dedicated to my girl @petterssonsdoncic
A/N: This was based off the song Best Part by H.E.R. & Daniel Caesar (aka my future wedding song). This also takes place in a universe where COVID-19 never happened and I used the 2019-2020 schedule in this
Word Count: 1,766
Warnings: Explicit language and brief sexual content
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You don’t know babe. When you hold me. And kiss me slowly. It’s the sweetest thing. And it don’t change. If I had it my way. You would know that you are
Gabbie wakes up to Elias sleeping peacefully beside her. The team is in the middle of a 6 game home stand, so she’s taking advantage of much needed time with Elias before he leaves for another road trip. Tomorrow is Valentine’s day and she’s excited for her 3rd Valentine’s day with Elias. Knowing him, he’s gonna surprise her with something extravagant like he has the last two years and she’s mentally preparing herself for that.
She goes to the kitchen and starts making breakfast, knowing that the smell will get him out of bed.
"Good morning, min kärlek. Did you sleep well?" he asks, kissing her forehead.
"I always sleep better when you’re home," she smiles.
"Good thing I'm here for another week then.Tomorrow I’m taking you out all day. I gotta make this Valentine’s Day better than last year’s," he informs her.
"Do I get at least a hint as to what we're doing?" she asks.
"No, not at all, babe," he replies.
"Asshole," she groans teasingly.
He smacks her ass hard, causing her to screech, "Elias!"
He laughs before running to their bedroom.
You’re the coffee that I need in the morning. You’re my sunshine in the rain when it’s pouring. Won’t you give yourself to me. Give it all, oh
Gabbie wakes up the next morning to see Elias gone. She knows that he doesn’t have practice today. She starts her daily routine and goes out to the kitchen to make breakfast. After a while, she notices he hasn't come back home and texts him.
To: Elias Bear 🥰
Baby, where are you?
From: Elias Bear 🥰
Get ready for your special surprise. The girls are coming to get you
To: Elias Bear 🥰
Oh, idk what you’re planning but I still love you
From: Elias Bear 🥰
I love you more
She gets ready and before she knows it the girls arrive at the condo with a message on a card that reads, “they say love at first sight exists, but I never knew it did until I laid eyes on you. Stop by the place we first met and you’ll get your next clue”.
“Seriously? A scavenger hunt?” she scoffs.
“Just follow along. He spent a lot of time and effort on it,” Holl urges her.
“Alright let’s go!” she sighs, shaking her head.
I just wanna see. I just wanna see how beautiful you are. You know that I see it. I know you’re a star. Where you go I’ll follow. No matter how far. If life is a movie. Oh you;re the best part, oh. Then you’re the best part, ooh. Best part
It’s been a few hours and Gabbie is growing restless. She’s been going all over Vancouver and she’s tired. She wishes the girls would just tell her where Eias is so she can get to the surprise already. Eventually, they arrive at the spot where Elias asked her to move in with him. They arrive at the Jericho Beach boardwalk, even though it’s freezing in early February.
She sees Bo Horvat and Gus, Bo and Holl’s dog. Gus walks over with an envelope in his mouth. She takes the envelope into her hands and opens it. She reads it and turns around. She sees Elias down on one knee.
“Gabbie Cortez, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’m so glad I met you at the BC Lions game. Will you make me the happiest guy on the planet and marry me?” he asks.
Gabbie has her hands over her mouth in shock and keeps gasping “oh my god!” and nodding.
“So is it a yes?” he asks nervously.
“Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” she cries out, nodding and smiling.
She hears cheers all around them as Elias slides the ring on her finger. He then gets up and kisses her passionately. After a few passionate kisses, the couple breaks apart and she notices that the whole team, the WAGs, and her immediate family are there. She lifts her hand up and shows off the diamond ring, making everyone cheer again.
It’s this sunrise and those brown eyes, yes. You’re the one that I desire. When we wake up. And then we make love (Make love). It makes me feel so nice
Gabbie and Elias wake up early to Elias’ alarm going off for his 2pm matinee game against Anaheim. He notices the sunrise and looks into her brown eyes and thinks he couldn’t be more in love.
“Babe, look at the sunrise,” he points out, kissing her forehead.
She turns her attention to the sun rising through her open window. They watch the sun rise peacefully before she straddles his waist.
“I’m not usually awake this early,” she informs him.
“I know you’re not. You’re only awake this early when you have 8am class, which you don’t anymore,” he teases, referring to her being a 3rd year film student at UBC.
He tries to get out of bed but she refuses to let her grip on him go.
“Babe, I’m gonna be late to the game and Green is gonna bench me,” his hand on her thighs gently.
“You’re not going anywhere without a kiss,” she teases.
He kisses her and she kisses back easily, not caring about morning breath. The kisses quickly become heated and the thought of being late quickly gets pushed to the back of his mind.
It’s not until after he comes down from his post-orgasm haze, that he realizes he’s gonna be late if he doesn’t leave the condo in less than 10 minutes.
He shows up to the locker room with a minute to spare before being late and mentally fistpumps the air. The guys chirp him for the fresh scratch marks all over his back. He chirps back that at least he’s getting laid unlike some of his loser teammates.
You’re the water when I’m stuck in the desert. You’re the Tylenol I take when my head hurts. You’re the sunshine on my life
Elias catches the flu on game day against Minnesota and is forced to be scratched. He blames Quinn for it somehow and Quinn tells him to fuck off and to get a better immune system. Luckily, Elias has Gabbie who takes care of him and fills him up with some weird Flipino herbal tea that her grandma makes, as well as some Filipino version of chicken noodle soup. She also puts rice on the bottoms of his coup bowl.
He doesn’t question it and just eats it up while thinking it’s the end of the world.
“Babe, I think I’m actually dying. It’s official! I’m dead!” he sighs dramatically.
“Shut up, you big baby. That’s why you have an incredible fiance to take care of you,” she assures him with a kiss to his forehead.
Four days later, Elias is over the flu, unfortunately he manages to give it to Gabbie.
“I’m sorry, babe,” he sighs, as she lays in bed miserably.
“It’s my fault for being all over you. I should’ve slept in the guest room,” she sighs miserably.
If you love me, won’t you say something? If you love me, won’t you? Won’t you? If you love me, won’t you say something? If you love me, won’t you? Love me, won’t you? If you love me, won’t you say something? If you love me, won’t you? If you love me, won’t you say something? If you love me, won’t you? Love me, won’t you? If you love me, won’t you say something? If you love me, won’t you say something? If you love me, won’t you? Love me, won’t you?
“Babe, I have a gift for you,” Gabbie informs him, as he comes into the room after practice.
“A gift?” he asks, curiously.
“Yeah, just something I think you would like,” she replies, handing him a box.
He opens the box and sees a stick that looks like a thermometer in there. He shoots her a quizzical look.
“Just grab it and read the screen, babe,” she sighs, rolling her eyes at how dumb her fiance is.
“What is this? There’s two lines on this? What does that even mean?” he asks in confusion.
“Babe, what do girls take when they’re supposed to get their period and they don’t get it?” she asks in a duh tone.
“Wait is this a pregnancy test?” he asks.
“Yes, babe and on the box, it tells you what the lines mean,” she explains.
“Okay on the box it says two lines means pregnant and it has two lines,” he says, before pausing when he realizes what he just said. “You’re pregnant?”
“Isn’t that what it says?” she asks in an obvious tone.
“Is this fake?” he asks, sniffing the stick.
“Babe, I peed on that. That’s nasty!” she squeals, grabbing the stick from him.
“Wow, I can’t believe this!” he cries out in shock.
“So are you happy? Are you mad?” she asks, dying to know what he feels.
“Of course not babe! I would never get mad at you over something like this! I guess I gotta go call my mom,” he says, getting up.
“Babe, don’t tell anyone yet!” she cries out, stopping him in his tracks.
“Why not?” he asks suspiciously.
“Because I need to see my gyno first to confirm it and because I’m on my period,” she informs him, biting back the urge to laugh.
“Wait what?” he asks in confusion.
“It’s a prank, babe! I’m not actually pregnant. I got my period this morning. I just wanted to know how you would react if I really was pregnant. So congrats you passed the test!” she teases.
“That is not funny! You really scared me! I was actually starting to think about getting a bigger condo and all the shit we’d have to do and buy for a baby,” he groans, slightly ticked off.
“I’m sorry baby. It was just a harmless prank. You still love me right?” she asks, burying her face under his neck.
“Of course I do babe, but I hope you know I’m getting you back for this,: he informs her.
“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” she smiles, kissing him.
She doesn’t know how she got so lucky to have Elias Pettersson, but she thanks the Lord for bringing them together at that BC Lions game a few years back.
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Lemon's Misadventures in Dating, Chapter 6 (Lemon x Everyone) - Mermelada
A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s chapter 6, as seen on Ao3! I found out that Lemon’s irl mum is Scottish, so naturally, I had to include her as a character and base her on my own! More is coming soon, so watch this space! :D I love you all!!
[07:24] HEY GIRL!
[07:24] I’m so sorry but I ate your sister for breakfast
[07:24] She was a grapefruit lololololol
[07:24] I’m sorry please don’t hate me
[07:24] But she was delicious
[07:25] So what’s the tea on Little Miss Lemon? I want to know everything! What’s your favourite type of pasta?
Lemon read the messages again as she sat at the kitchen island, sipping her coffee. She couldn’t help but smile. That was not what she was expecting at all from Priyanka, she looked so poised and regal in all her photos, yet in reality she was coming across as a complete goofball. Although it had been three hours now, and she was still awaiting a reply.
[09:58] Umm how fucking dare you?
[09:58] Don’t even expect me to respond to that until I get a full apology, you murderer.
Was the joke not obvious? Fuck, what if she thinks I’m serious? But then she started it…
“What’s got you smiling, princess?”
She jumped with shock as her mum walked through the door, placing her handbag on the counter and opening the fridge door. She knew her mum only worked a half-day on Thursdays, but her sudden appearance was a surprise nonetheless. Lemon felt like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t be.
“Oh, nothing,” she sang, quickly locking her phone and putting it back in her pocket, away from prying eyes, “how was work?”
“Well you’re not acting like it was nothing,” teased her mum, moving around the kitchen in a blur as she prepared her lunch. “Is it a girl?”
Lemon failed to hide the blush rising on her face, she knew her mum meant no harm, but she was not prepared to get into a conversation about dating and hookups with her so early in the day, and with so little alcohol to hand. “Muuuuuuuuum” she groaned, hoping that the coolness of her hands would remove the redness as she placed her chin in her palms.
“I’m just glad you’re happy, darling, you deserve it after the summer you’ve had!” Lemon couldn’t deny that her mum had been an absolute angel these last few months. She listened to Lemon way back when she had first admitted that things weren’t working like they should be, and never once offered any judgement or tried to convince her to stay. She had even helped Lemon move her things out of her old apartment as quickly as was humanly possible for the pair of them, while she was at work. “Are you up to date with your tetanus shots though, because you’ll need one if she’s doing that to you!”
Just when Lemon felt she couldn’t get any redder, her mum’s finger was poking the mottled bruise peeking out from under the loose collar of her t-shirt, her whole body burning as her mind flashed back to the moment it had been placed there… the body above her trembling, grabbing a handful of platinum hair as they grinded against each other’s thighs, the muffled cries in French… “Oh my god, mum, please stop!”
“What?! You can’t just disappear for two nights in a row and not expect me to be curious! What’s her name?”
She audibly groaned at her mother’s prying tone, laying her head on the cold marble countertop. “Mum, I love you, but I am not having this conversation with you right now!”
Fucking Rita, I’m sure she’ll find this funny at least, Lemon made a mental note to text the other woman later, wondering if she’s had any similar happenings with her work colleagues, or if she had enough experience - and common sense - to hide the evidence of her Tinder trysts better. At least she had put on leggings after waking up today, as shorts would have only showcased an even more incriminating patchwork of colourful marks across her inner thighs.
Her mum simply smiled and wrapped an arm around her from behind the high kitchen chair, planting an affectionate kiss on her daughter’s temple. “Well, you know what I always say, pumpkin, as long as you’re happy and safe, go out there and have fun! Are dental dams still a thing? Do you need some?”
Lemon could only muster a grunt in response, her head making an audible bang as she threw it onto the counter, deeply wishing that the conversation was over. Right on cue, she felt the phone in her pocket buzz with a new notification. She practically leapt off her seat, ready to run to the safety of her bedroom. “Well, on that note, I’m going to remove myself from this deeply uncomfortable situation. Thank you, mother!”
“Ooh is that her texting you? When are you seeing her next?” The enthusiastic questions fell - as her mum expected - on deaf ears, Lemon gulping down the remainder of her cold coffee and placing the empty mug in the sink.
When she finally reached her safe haven, she pushed the door closed and jumped back on the bed. Despite knowing her parents wouldn’t mind at all, she still wasn’t ready to admit she was trying to move on, let alone with an assortment of random ladies from the Greater Toronto Area. She grabbed at her phone excitedly, her eyes lighting up when she saw that Priyanka had finally answered.
[13:35] My dearest Lemon, I must beg for your forgiveness, for I have sinned gravely. Upon awakening from my slumber and entering my cooking chamber, my stomach began to sing a dreadful tune. In the search for something to quell its anger, I encountered a grapefruit, as cute as your face and as juicy as your ass probably is. With no other option, I slaughtered it, dressed it with some sugar, and devoured its flesh. Would you please accept my most sincere apology in the form of a drink sometime?
This crazy bitch. No other interaction on the app had left Lemon feeling so giddy, her heart had sped up and her stomach was doing somersaults. Yes yes yes yes oh my god of course! Luckily her common sense kicked in, and she realised she should probably act a bit less… desperate.
[13:40] Let me think about it
[13:41] Loljk of course!
[13:41] Any day/time work best for you? I’m afraid I’m fully booked this weekend
[13:41] Mourning my sister and all
[13:41] (I mean the grapefruit btw sorry that could have been weird)
Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long for a response.
[13:42] LOL I’m glad it didn’t turn dark
[13:42] Any night that’s not a school day is best for me!
[13:43] Speaking of which I better get back and entertain some little people, ttyl xo
[13:43] KIDS, btw, just in case xx
Lemon shook her head as she smiled, Priyanka was certainly something else. Cute, funny, sexy… hopefully she didn’t ruin it by having bad breath or murderous tendencies. She couldn’t explain it, she already felt something special about the girl, something she hadn’t felt since- no. Let’s not ruin a good thing by thinking about her. But the more she looked at Priyanka’s profile, the more memories of Juice kept flooding her mind. Taking a moment, she sat on the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her and breathing deeply and rhythmically, a makeshift meditation to nip any panic in the bud.
Is it still too soon? Maybe I’m not ready to be moving on if I still think about her so much, and if I still get so emotional doing so. Images of the former couple danced around her head; walking hand in hand, snuggling on the couch under blankets, even just helping each other cook, or drinking coffee in bed on a rainy morning. I thought it was what I wanted, but maybe I was wrong. She sat silently for a few minutes, trying her best to think of nothing but a dark sky filled with distant, twinkling stars, but even that took her mind back to the nights they’d spend wandering around their neighbourhood, talking about their hopes and dreams, where they’d live once they got married, how many cats and dogs it was acceptable to have. It seemed like the natural course for them, but not everything can work out the way people want it to.
She didn’t know whether it was the buzz of her phone on the bed behind her, or Gus’s gentle panting as he pushed through the door which awoke her from her semi-trance, but she took the opportunity to stand up and shake the stiffness out of her body. It was a natural impulse to bring her hands to her eyes to wipe away her tears, but she was pleasantly surprised to not find any there today. Maybe things were getting better after all.
She and Gus both slid onto her bed, the dog circling three times before plopping himself down in the crook of Lemon’s elbow, which she rewarded with a firm scratch under his chin. Picking up her phone, it buzzed again in her hand with messages from Rita.
Dr Rita <3 [14:02] shared a link
Dr Rita <3 [14:05] Bonjour! How are you today, mon citron? I had a nap after work and I am now ready for the gym :-O Last night a colleague told me about this dance school where his daughters go, a teacher is pregnant and will need someone to cover the classes when she is off. I thought of you :-) I hope you slept better than a baby! X
Dr Rita <3 [14:06] Also I found a bruise on my ass yesterday, I was in pain every time I was sitting down, thank you very much…
Lemon had always believed in fate to some degree, and upon seeing the link Rita had sent, she had no doubt that destiny had been on her side during the events of the last few days. She stared at the familiar tan bricks of her old dance school, the smiling face of her old principal teacher finally giving her the push she needed to get back in the saddle. She threw on a pair of jeans and a woolen cardigan, replying to Rita with one hand as she pulled on her ankle boots with the other.
[14:10] Merci merci, I’ll check it out!! Have fun at the gym, you crazy pomme! How was sexy kidney lady?
[14:11] And de rien 😘 my mum saw the one on my neck today, she thinks I’m being bullied 😞
Jumping down the stairs two at a time and shouting a quick goodbye to her mum - closing the door before she could hear the inevitable embarrassing reply - she walked as quickly as her legs could possibly take her to the dance school, a path she had already walked hundreds of times throughout her childhood. Even if they said no, she would sign up to classes or find some auditions, how could this not be a sign from the universe to start dancing again? As she reached the heavy iron door, she checked her phone one last time.
Dr Rita <3 [14:14] Courage, ma belle! They would be idiots to not want you! Well, she made me my favourite tea and told me she liked my lipstick, so I think we are married now?
Dr Rita <3 [14:16] And I am so sorry! :-( Do you have arnica cream? I hope your mother knows it was at your request? ;-)
She had really lucked out with Rita, she needed a good friend like her in her corner right now. And as she stepped inside, navigating the bright corridors to the principal’s office, she was really glad she’d downloaded Tinder.
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XII.
Take care of me
Talk all day then at night fall in deep
Stimulate me
I want you mental and physically
I belong to you
Humans have always summed up paradise to be some sort of a place that we travel to in order to escape whatever is burdening our reality. It’s those Sandals Resort commercials that flash across our screens at random hours of the evening to entice us to bite the bait by making a phone call and grabbing our credit cards. Sometimes it’s a very specific place that you’ll have on a list of locations around the world that you often fantasize about visiting. It’s beaches that have sand that reflect in hues of gold with water so clear that it almost seems like it’s not even there as it surrounds you. It’s full body massages and facials done as a cool outdoor breeze brushes over your bare skin. Hell, sometimes it’s a great cocktail, a good Vogue magazine, and a nice amount of sun for a tan.
I get it. I do. A change in scenery is always great, but I’m starting to realize that paradise is truly a state of mind. It’s where you stand emotionally. For as long as you’re mentally at peace, you can have nirvana anywhere in the world.
I didn’t expect to be amongst so much of nature’s beauty towards the tail end of November. Typically, in the tristate area, the autumn toned leaves have already began to descend from the trees and cover the sidewalks, leaving the trees naked from the fall’s wrath. The brittle cold often brings about this lifelessness to anything green and we’re all covered in layers while trying our best to mentally and physically prepare for the brutally crisp weather that’s soon to come. We’re in our garages making sure the snowblowers are working properly and making sure the snow brushes are in our trunks for those mornings when we have to rush out ahead of time to get the car cleaned off.
Baton Rouge still feels as vibrant with color and life as it would be if it were the middle of a blazing hot summer. I feel like I’m walking in the midst of a canvas of colors painted by the divine. I cannot call it paradise because it’s not. It’s what the man who’s walking alongside me has made me feel since he’s come into my life. I’m smiling more. The laughing is so undeniable and endless. I rise in the morning without a mental clutter to sort through in order to have somewhat of a decent day. I rest at night with care and comfort covering me. I’m accepting emotional challenges that I’ve run from for quite some time.
I feel joy.
“Right here is good, stand there.”
“Beckham.” Yet again, I am the muse to his lens, or rather his iPhone. I’ve lost count of how many pictures I’ve posed for. I’m not sure when he added professional photographer to his resume but he’s edging my father out with his love of photographical keepsakes.
“Just pose.”
“I am not Naomi Campbell.”
“You could give her a run for her money though.”
“Now you’re really trying to butter me up. Naomi?” As I lean against the tree, I slipped my hands into my jacket to adjust the straps on the silk slip dress I’ve chosen to wear. Based upon my attire, it’s quite easy to tell that I’m not from here. Whether it’s the fact that I have on low top Converses with a dress or the leather jacket and Yankee cap, I stick out like a sore thumb. Though the late afternoon is slipping away and the early evening skies are trickling in, he still obliged my desire to have a walk by bringing me to the botanical garden owned by LSU. After the crawfish boil, I had to burn off the food and the Smirnoff coolers we guzzled down as if they were water. I’m not drunk but do I have a very slight buzz? For sure.
“Naomi, Tyra, those Hadid sisters. All of them.”
“Let’s make it a selfie. Come here.” Though we send one another whatever pictures we take, we captured a new selfie to add to our soon to be extensive collection with both of our phones. It turned out to be so adorable that I nearly made it my wallpaper.
“I must say that both Raton Rouge and New Orleans are quite beautiful. I’ve felt the cultural importance since we’ve arrived. I appreciate it.” We’ve been alone since we began walking here. Maybe it’s something that he called and made sure of or maybe he knows the hours when people aren’t very likely to be hanging around, but it’s been nice. While he may not consider it to be as such, it’s been a perfect date to me.
“I’m glad that you’ve enjoyed yourself baby. This place is a part of me and I figured if you’re going to know all of me then you have to know about where I come from. No article or pictures on Google will give you an accurate depiction. If anything, I think I need to start appreciating it more myself.”
“What do you mean?” My hand tightened around his own while our fingers remained laced together.
“Usually, when I’m looking to escape the cold or just have a change of scenery during the off season, I fly out to L.A. For the past couple of years, it’s been where I’ve done my training and lived until mandatory camps started in the middle of the summer. I’m starting to feel like I’ve neglected home. I have a realtor out here who sends me information on any property she thinks I’ll be interested in but usually end up blowing it off. I need to stop, though. I’m going to get a place down here and start visiting more often.”
“I think that’ll be good for you. Instead of doing your off-season training at UCLA, you can do it right over there at LSU. Maybe you should come down here and do a bit of that when you really get back out there after physical therapy. I feel like it could be super motivating.”
“I like that idea a lot.”
“And then you can have some big brother time with brothers in the midst of it. You know, let Sonny run around the field and tire himself out.”
“Yeah, Kordell is getting up there. He and Jazzy are growing like crazy. I want to take them both under my wings as much as possible.”
“They tease the hell out of you, but they all adore you in their own ways. Jazzy made sure to note how cute we are while we all were at the game the other day. She claimed that she can’t believe you pulled it off.” I knew he’d suck his teeth but it didn’t make it any less hilarious.
“Real funny. She said that shit to me too. Too bad she doesn’t realize how much her big brother has game.”
“Game? Sir, have a seat. That is not how you pulled it off.”
“Oh? How did I pull it off then?” His smirk wasn’t arrogance, but rather confidence in this so-called game that he speaks of.
“You humbled yourself and came correct.”
“Oh, so I’m not charming?”
“I didn’t say that. Coming correct includes the charm. I think more than anything I feel like in the midst of all of this, you’ve become my friend too. That’s important to me. It’s the little things; the little details. Those are the things that matter to me and you know it.”
“Oh. So…game.” As soon as I let go of his hand, I used my own to mush him out of the way as he loudly laughed at his own joke. He can’t help himself. Sadly, I’m laughing just as much as he is.
“Don’t play.”
“Nah, you know I’ve been sweating you for a long time now. Still sweating you too. I had no game. I just hoped you ended up liking me.”
“It’s so hilarious hearing this from you. I’ve sat in rooms with women who were and still are willing to do whatever for just a minute of your attention. These aren’t just any ol’ women either. Many of them are well known in many different professional areas. Whenever I’m asked how do I keep my composure around such fine men, your name is one of the first ones to be mentioned.”
“It’s flattering but there’s a shallowness in it that becomes boring quickly. I’m not capable of making connections with people who view me in that way. I guess it’s cool for a night in a hotel room together, but what comes after that?”
“You sure that you feel that way?” It sounds good, but ultimately, he’s going to always be viewed in that light and women will continue to make themselves readily available to do whatever is needed to appease his desires. Some are in the race for self-gain and there are others who are genuinely interested in the man that he is. I am only one person. I can offer him every part of me, but will that be enough for someone who has everything?
“I wouldn’t have pursued you if I didn’t. I have no intention to waste your time. I want you. That’s it.”
“That’s sweet.” Rather than kissing his lips, I cupped his face and annoyingly planted sloppy ones on his cheeks. A straight forward man is one to be appreciated. There aren’t too many of them who are ready and willing to admit what they feel without their pride formulating the words for them or standing in the way.
“Let’s go and get some ice cream.”
“Stop feeding me!” I’ve yet to turn anything down.
“What’s wrong with eating? It’s all gon’ go back here anyway.” His hand instantly smacked into my backside once he said that.
“We can get the ice cream, but I want a bottle of wine too. It’ll be nice to have a glass while we lounge around near the pool or something back at the house. No wait, let’s watch The Best Man.”
“Deal.”
While my feet rested on his lap, I nearly moaned as the taste of blackberry, black raspberry, and black cherry bitterly hit my tongue and went down my throat in the smoothest manner. My honey certainly held up his end of our bargain. I sat in the car while he grabbed chocolate sundaes from one of his favorite local ice cream parlors and he made a stop for the wine just minutes later. I didn’t expect him to grab bottles that were hundreds of dollars in price but I should have known better. He’s emphasized his desires to give me the best.
“If I find out that my best friend fucked my soon to be wife, we’re not getting married. I’m sorry.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’d never be able to look at her the same way. You know it’s true too. If you knew that your best friend slept with your soon to be husband, would you be able to look at him the same way? Not just him; the both of them.” If it happened in a cheating situation, hell no. If it happened before he and I knew one another, I guess we’d have to agree upon girl code. So, no.
“Probably not.”
“Exactly. You see those parts when he kept envisioning that shit going down between Harper and Mia? That’s exactly what would be going through my mind. I wouldn’t be able to deal with it. Salute to him for the courage though.”
“Sometimes love overcomes all. Then again, I’d have to put an asterisk next to that.”
“Yeah, because there’s no overcoming that kind of shit. I’m not even trying to be sexist about it because I know a lot of cheating conversations can be that way. I’ve had plenty of conversations with my boys to know that our ideologies of what we will and will not tolerate from women are super hypocritical and childish. It’s an ego thing.”
“At least you know. Jay did an interview and they asked him if the tables were turned, would he forgive Beyoncé for cheating on him and he admitted that it would be very hard. The expectation of forgiveness that men have is beyond unfair. Women tend to be valued not based upon the goodness that we bring to the table but instead by just how much bullshit we’re willing to endure. I was in that situation. I know it well.” Shamel once wrote in a card that my endurance for his nonsense is one of the main reasons why he loves me and it was yet another sign of how wrong I’d gone in trying to keep up with our failing relationship.
“That’s true. It’s all in part because we think too highly of ourselves. It’s also part of the reasons why we need to be needed. To be needed comes with a certain type of power that allows feelings to be taken advantage of. I want to be wanted and needed, but not in that sense. I love my pop, but there’s a lot of immaturity still within him and I don’t want to be his age with that mindset. It’s not a good look.” I’ve yet to meet him and I’m sure it’s with reason. They spoke on the phone once since we’ve been here and that was it.
My phone vibrated as it laid in my lap. Taylor. We haven’t spoken in a few days.
“Let me take this. I’ll be right back. You can turn to whatever since the movie is over. That’s all I wanted to watch.”
As I stood up, I took the glass of wine with me to the kitchen. It’s too damn good to leave behind.
“What’s up stranger? You’re either caught up with Jesse or you’re caught up with work. I’m betting on Jesse though, because when you’re caught up with work, I don’t hear the end of it.” She has one of the loudest giggles ever. It always sounds like a full-on laugh.
“It’s been work. Actually, that’s why I’m calling. I’ll be crashing at your place once I get up there tomorrow. Why stay in a hotel when I can just make myself comfortable in your guestroom, raid your fridge and eat for free, and spend some quality time with my friend? Win, win, win.”
“Freeloader.” She’s more than welcome.
“You love me anyway. What are you up too? How cold is it up there? What do I need to bring?”
“Girl, we’re one day away from December. You know what you need to bring. Warm clothes to cover your ass and a good quality coat. It’s sexy boot season, so bring a pair or two of those.”
“I am. Jesse’s flying out, so we’re all going to hang out.”
“I am no third will.”
“It won’t be like that. That’s all I’ll tell you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll see.” The playfulness in her tone is alarming. I know that voice. She’s up to something and whatever it is, is sure to annoy me.
“I am not double dating with you two. Don’t even try it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway, we should grab tickets to the Radio City Christmas Spectacular and see it. Ice skating would be nice too, actually. We should do it.”
“That sounds like fun. I’m down.”
“And a spa day. Let’s do a spa day. My treat.”
“Your treat? I’m even more down for that. I want the works too.”
“I need the works, especially a facial. I might need two of them. Oh, and what are we doing for New Years? We should plan something.” These past couple of New Years, I’ve watched the ball drop right in my living room with a glass of wine and went to bed straight after. Just the thought of being out in New York City in the midst of the madness give me anxiety and I don’t want to sit alongside my folks in church.
“Actually, no. We’re going to Miami for Diddy’s party on Star Island.” I’ve been invited to that multiple times and have never gone.
“Why? That’s so mixxy.”
“But it always looks like a great time. Think about it.” It does look like a great time, on the surface. It’s the perfect occasion to put on something ridiculously expensive and mingle amongst the elite in the entertainment world, but I tend to shy away from that. It’s troublesome. A lot of those people have their heads so far up their own asses, that their eyelashes are nearly poking out of their mouths.
“We’ll see.”
“My flight lands around like four-ish, I think. So, I’ll see you sometime after that.”
“Alright. Luckily, I took the day off, so I’ll be home.”
“We’ll have pizza for dinner. I have such a bad craving for it.”
“Sounds like a plan. Have a safe flight. Text me before you board.”
“Will do. Love you. See you tomorrow.”
“Love you.”
In one swallow, I took in the remnants of wine awaiting me. Along with the glass, I left my phone on the island counter top before I returned to him. I don’t need it; at least not for the remainder of the night. I just want to bask in him as I’ve been doing for three days.
The emerald green silk slip dress barely served as a barrier between the skin of my body and the denim covering his as I brazenly straddled his lap as a mere distraction to the television that currently had my likeness on its screen. There was something about the way he attentively focused on all that I had to say that sent every aspect of myself into overdrive. I know he’s seen that particular segment before. It’s only a replay of a discussion our panel had about what’s next for Lebron James. My confident commentary about the West Coast being next on his destinations to play has sparked a buzz that I don’t mind because my credibility will only level up once it’s proven to be true next summer.
I initially believed that it caught and kept his attention because it’s commentary on his all-time favorite NBA player and yet, he only glanced up at the screen when it was my turn to speak. His once lax body slightly arose and leaned forward as if it were going to bring him any closer to me. His damp tongue ran over his both of his lips while his slightly drunken eyes darkened and narrowed, in a manner that I couldn’t quite understand.
“Beckham.”
“I’ve been watching you on the show since its beginning. I don’t think I’ve missed many episodes and those that I did miss, I made sure to watch the clips on YouTube. It was the only way I could see you.” The aroma of red wine radiated from his tongue and into my nose while the warmth of his supple lips sluggishly grazed mine.
“And now that you’re here with me and you’re mine, I almost can’t believe it. It’s so surreal baby.”
“But why? I’m here.” Softly, I pecked his bottom lip as it lingered nearby.
“Are you really? You’re here? It’s me and you?” His questions held so many undertones and pleas for the unknown that’s ahead of us. He, much like myself, yearned for a certainty that I’m not sure if we’ll ever have no matter how much we dream of it. What have we done to ourselves?
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” And that’s my truth.
A hint of his breath soothed the chills trickling onto my neck and then came the gentle brush of his lips. My yearning for him was no match to the manner in which he chose his touch to be drawn out and savoring.
“Sarai Nazaire.” No one else says my name with such awe and tenderness. It only sounds beautiful in his tone of voice.
I stifled a sudden gasp as best as I could as his large palms met the bareness of my backside underneath the dress. My barely there panties weren’t an intentional choice. I only grabbed them because they were the first pair within my line of eyesight when I was looking through my luggage for undergarments but within this moment, I cannot bring myself to regret the decision to wear them. They’re red; yet another unintentional choice. Like the up and coming festive holiday, I’m covered in green and red and ready to be unwrapped by the man who views me as his present.
“O…” My eyes flew open at his sudden movement. As he stood to his feet, I was holstered up into his arms while my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. A thick rush of heat oozed from between my thighs as the mesh material began to drown in my aching for him. A flush filled my cheeks in distress at the reality of what I may be doing to the front of his dark washed jeans and yet it didn’t stop me from grinding against what was awakening beneath me.
“Your ankle.” Both the weight of his own body and mine pressing down on it couldn’t be a good thing for its current delicate state but my worry went ignored as he trekked towards the stairs that leads to the second floor. Those same stairs were also our pit stop.
Unlike before, he pressed more impenetrably and rougher onto my lips further awakening a ferociousness I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. His insistent tongue parted my quivering lips and further sent wild tremors along my nerves. My only response was to draw him closer to me, proving that I too, want him just as bad as he wants me. He turned my chosen task of getting his shirt over his head into difficulty because he refused to leave my lips without the taste of his, but with a momentary pause for breaths that we both needed to take, I succeeded and was finally able to wash my hands over the intricate artwork covering the smoothness of his entire back.
His beauty rendered me to speechlessness under the dim lighting cascading over us. No one feature makes him handsome; it seems like God judiciously created his every feature to perfectly correlate with all of the others in a manner to use him as an example of the goodness in all the work that he does. There’s something about his eyes though. They’d be beautiful in any shade, because it’s not the physical form but rather the intensity and honesty held within them that speaks his truth.
I needed to taste the additional skin now exposed to me. Running my hands over it was no longer satisfying within the moment. I left his velvety lips with pecks of a promise to return them and slowly trailed my kisses down over his dewy neck and onto his chest. In fairness, he paused to allow me the satisfaction and I laved my tongue over his caramel nipple as soon as I felt it against my lips. My heart pummeled against my lightly heaving chest as he lightly grunted and slipped his hands under the emerald silk yet again. This time, it wasn’t to feel anything, but rather to remove. As his glare trailed down to my own, my lips fell agape as the tips of his fingers calmly wrapped around the red meshed fabric and drew it down my thighs until it was it was dangling in front of me.
“These are nice.” He admired them for a few seconds before bringing them to his nose for a sharp inhale. My gasp was barely audible as he closed his eyes and savored the aroma of me. To further anguish me, his tongue made contact with the damage I’d done to them. Finally, it was his fingers. They glistened as we both admired them and like a man dying of thirst, he too, sucked those into his mouth to lap up every lingering bit.
“Sarai. Fuck.” His words were whispered. They weren’t to me but rather out loud commentary about what he’d just experienced. I’m not sure why I haven’t combusted into a pillar of nothingness because I don’t know how much more of this, I’m going to be able to withstand. Suddenly, I’ve drawn a blank on what it means to pleasure a man and I feel like the inexperienced girl back in Brooklyn trying to find her way within her womanhood and sexuality. I gave myself my first orgasm and the many others I’ve had since the first time I laid down with a man, have been by my own doing as well. I’m sure it makes perfect sense that I know me better than anyone else does, but it hasn’t stopped me from fantasizing about someone stepping up to the challenge to know and teach me things that I’ve yet to learn about myself. I now know more than ever, that I should be careful about what I ask for.
The cool air brushing against all that continued to seep from me drew a whimper. Every throb is a plea. The pulsations seem like the pending death of me. It’s been so long since I’ve been fully exposed to a man and I can only hope that I’m enough for him.
The bit of my nectar that seeped onto his tongue met mine as he snaked his own back into my mouth for a fervent kiss. I had no shirt to pull, so I drew him in by his shoulders. Yet again, I swathed my legs around him and used the heels of my feet to further sink his body between my tender thighs.
“Please.” I never beg. I never fucking beg.
“Please, what Sarai?” He no longer smelled of wine. I superseded it.
I thought it was mind clutter ruining every complete thought I’ve been trying to make all along but instead it’s all of me trying my hardest to respond to the frenzy he’s taking me through. He only worsened it when he dropped the dress that he was once complimenting earlier alongside his feet. His eyes held a warning in them and I halted what would have been a movement to cover myself. The ravenousness glaring over me is beyond intimidating. It’s a brink of life and death. His gawking felt like hours. It left us in a stillness while his hands caressed my sides and his mind attempted to remember the detailing of everything that I am.
“You’re flawless.”
“No, I’m not.” I’m well enough. Flawless? No.
“It wasn’t a question.”
He silenced me.
With both hands placed on my thighs, he stepped down three steps to leave his face directly angled with what yearned for all of his attention the most. The further he pries my thighs apart, the more I could feel myself peeling apart for him. He wasted no time using his fingers to get a sample of what he’d done to me. I thought he’d be amused, but determination filled his expression. Moving was no option as his head leaned in and his lips met the flesh awaiting him. A simple kiss was all it took to intensify the electricity in my steaming skin. Then came another lingering one. My back lightly pressed against the edges of a few steps in a manner to relax myself but that was short lived as his tongue slithered around my clit with just the right amount of a flicker to evoke slight numbness in my fingers and the tips of my toes.
“Odell…” His name was all I could remember. He made sure of that.
He deliberately lagged his tongue in a manner to become further acquainted with the teaser of a taste he had of me just minutes ago. It trailed from the very end of me and made its way to the top, only stopping to quench his thirst with every bit of liquid flowing out of me. My hips bucked, pushing forward to meet him as my fingers met the blond mane of curls resting on top of his head. I quickly developed a love and hate relationship with the manner that he chose to go about this. Time was of no essence. I can only imagine the discomfort he’s feeling and the freedom he needs from the remainder of clothes that he’s wearing and yet, not even me sinking his head further into my heat could quicken his pace.
“Oh my God!”
I could no longer keep up with the rhythms in which he chose to lap at me with. He interchangeable sucked at me and delved his tongue deep within my pulsating walls with a hum that was sure to cause them to collapse. He refuses to miss a single drop. My pleas for mercy go unanswered because he only answered to my body’s call for him to continue.
His attack on my clit drew yelps from me that reached pitches I’d never heard from myself. I’ve never been a screamer. I’ve always viewed it as over exaggeration of pleasure and overcompensation for a poor performance from a man that you either expected more from or never wanted in your bed in the first place. Much like Miranda Hobbes, I can admit to being the “hurry up and get it over with” woman with men. If they got theirs before I did, I usually wasn’t too upset because it allowed me the opportunity to get the hell out of dodge sooner. I learned tricks to make my ex cum faster so he’d get the fuck out of my face. The control worked for me.
Now? I have none. I’m at his mercy. He’s owning me and I cannot find an ounce of willpower to resist it for the sake of my ego. His tongue in all of its viciousness is staking a claim on me as he laps every letter of not his first, but his last name, within me. I could feel the loops of the B. I clenched at the four lines of the E. The C, like a crescent moon, was a teaser but he made it up to me with the lines of the K as he plunged his tongue within my depths to lick it out. H was done on the outskirts of my clit; then he ran his tongue against it to make the connecting bar. A was done by him trailing his tongue down each side of me and yet again running it over my clit to create a connecting bar. Dear God. It was so drawn out, I shuttered through every moment of it.
“You want the Jr. too baby?”
“Odell please. Don’t.”
And he gave it to me. Both letters and the ending punctuation.
His fingers returned and my walls swallowed them as his tongue continued its assault on me. A shrill spilled out of me in unison with his own intoxicating moans. The pressure within my pelvis only intensified the more he continued. My body basked in the elation he chose to grant me. My chest heaved in a need for more oxygen than I was receiving and the trembling of my thighs as they lay on either side of his head only urged him on even more. Every limb that he stole control from, filled with goosebumps and jittered against the steps as the peak of his tongue’s performance ripped through me in a ferocity that I wasn’t be prepared for. Nothingness became of me as my voice filled every space throughout our home for the weekend and my weakened limbs unraveled in a manner that felt like dead weight as I lay there quivering through euphoria.
“Let’s go get in the bed.”
“Okay.” Jell-O. He turned my once sturdy legs into exactly that. All concern for his ankle went out of the window when he lifted me up and carried me the rest of the way. I’m sure I would have slept on the steps if he didn’t.
The softness of the Barocco print comforter lulled my bare frame the further I sank myself into it. Prickling still teased random portions of me. He didn’t have to touch me. Just the sight of his impeccably chiseled body standing alongside the bed was enough to rev me up once again. Unlike earlier, a rush of edginess washed over me as the bed dipped signifying his presence and what is to be the beginning of a closeness that we’ve yet to have.
My thighs parted, awaiting his arrival, and he nestled himself in-between them. Both of his hands cupped the sides of my face and I arose to meet his lips halfway. Every nerve ending within me synced with him in a manner that I can’t quite put into words. The beating of our hearts meshed in a unison that gave me comfort and reassurance.
“You trust me?”
“I do.” The taste of his kiss left me heavily drunken from him. He left no part of my lips untouched; savoring them in a manner that felt like they were only made for his touch.
“You don’t know what you do to me, Sarai.”
“I…”
My lips fell apart in a hitch as my back arched at the sudden feel of him surging through me. Chills sieged every piece of me as I internally welcomed all that he pummeled forth. A gasp instantly turned into a hiss as he paced himself and further sank into me with groans that filled my ears like the sweetest notes. He paused, allowing the both of us to revere in our oneness. My imagination failed me. The quiet fantasies are all laughable. Absolutely none of them hold a candle to the feeling of him. Anything I thought I knew is unrivaled. This fullness is beyond anything. I’ve lost all sense of everything. Time has escaped us and diminished.
“Damn…”
His teeth deeply sank into his bottom lip as he bore into my eyes. His profanity was met with my own uncontainable clenching around him. I could feel him everywhere as he withdrew from me and plunged even further, to the point of driving me into a delirium that I may not be able to come back from. No matter how much I widen my legs or attempt to loosen the tightness in my core, I can’t get used to him and yet it’s a challenge that I’m willing to take endlessly. I thought the pace was for me, but he’s intentionally drawing this out, wanting to feel my every response to him. Every stroke is snatching my voice; leaving cracks in-between my cries and streaks of hoarseness to follow. The wetness on my face isn’t sweat, but instead my tears.
In almost feels experimental. He’s learning me. With his head buried into my chest and his lips attached to the skin of my nipple, he continued to find new ways to submerge me into a world that’s only about he and I. My once still hips, rocked in the rhythms of his choice.
“You feel so fucking good.”
Our eyes met and I could see nothing else but myself within them. The reality of who he is vanished and he’s nothing more than a man; my man. There is no worry or fear here. Every chance encounter I avoided was fate. I’m marveling in the beauty of his spirit and the way it calls for mine to live in solace with it.
I don’t want to overthink but instead just be. I’m caught in his storm and blissfully dancing and singing in the rain. He sees me, just as much as I do him. Unstripped, unraveled, and unmasked, he’s sought to go beyond the barriers and to find the vulnerable me that I’ve buried in the deepest abyss some years ago. I cannot question why or how. I have no answers either. It’s all above and beyond me in every single sense; God’s reasons and timing.
“Look at me.” All of his fingers dug into the softness of my hips. “Look at me.”
An unbearable tension filled the pit of my core as his drive only intensified. My toes tightly curl, touching the bottom inches of my feet. My every sense went into overdrive in an attempt to match the energy exerting from my body and into his. Every pulsation shook my dampened limbs as a wave of sightlessness left me blinded to all that surrounded me. I leaked onto his flesh ferociously; coating him with what he’d been sucking from me on the steps.
He worked through it. It was of no distraction to him and his missions. The pulsating coerced a challenge. He intended to master me. He groaned against my lips, muffling my croaky yelps. If he didn’t know his name before, he certainly knows it now because it’s all I know and can say to him. I trembled to his touch; his fingers digging into my skin, the heat radiating from his chest being pressed against mine, and most of all, from the way he’s swelling inside of me and further expanding my soaking flesh.
“Sarai!”
His calls for me shattered my soul. The roaring grunt that poured out of him came in harmony with my beckoning for mercy. Skin to skin, breath to breath, I soaked up all that he oozed into me like a hot lava. As he shuttered against me, he sucked on my bottom lip to pacify himself. We’d both been rendered to a speechlessness that made perfect sense.
The aroma of the burning wood within the fireplace meddled with the scent of us. A soft wind howled against the windows in a medley that I hadn’t heard until now.
I caressed him in a silent plea to keep him as close to me as he is now. His kisses don’t cease; instead his tongue is yet again meeting mine, deepening them.
I love this city; the city that birthed him.
God, I love it so much.
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( victoria pedretti, cis woman ) hey ! have you seen JOSEPHINE “JO” CORMAC around ? SHE works at the HOT COCOA STAND at big bear resort, but they must be off their shift by now. well, if you do see them can you let me know ? they’re 24 years old & they’ve been working here for TWO YEARS. they tend to be +OPTIMISTIC & +EMPATHETIC, but can also be -IMPRACTICAL & -PASSIVE. the other employees have labeled them THE IDEALIST. thanks a lot ! ( the few nights the stars can be seen, books worn down by dog-ears and marks left throughout the years, the first crisp breeze of autumn, the duality… of t.s. eliot )
OK. a few notes before i get started:
1) i hope everyone loves how i literally j copied my ivan stuff. url format? ‘sure jan’ lives on. theme? too lazy to find a different one that’s easy to work with. luv that for me.
2) speaking of this theme i forget if i addressed this on ivan’s blog but tabbed bullets don’t appear tabbed.... so if anything seems like it doesn’t make total sense.... it is supposed to be tabbed™.
3) get ready for drama!!!!! you may ask yourself “but the app looks so tame! there will be no drama!” but you are wrong........ because she loves cats. the t.s. eliot book......... the musical........ even the movie.
ok jo,, is also a resurrected character,,, hence how i already kno,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, that she loves cats. anyway ! let’s begin ! (listen,,,, the intro format will at least be a little different from ivan’s ok im evolving)
QUICK FACTS:
full name: josephine “jo” rose cormac
date of birth: march 6, 1995
*does not perfectly reflect the below big three zodiac chart because that’s too much math
zodiac big three: pisces sun, gemini moon, cancer rising
gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her
sexual orientation: bisexual ( preference for women bc we luv that for her but we also luv leaving things open to chemistry )
education: bachelor in english - literature that she is doing nothing with
enneagram: 2w1
mbti: infp
various inspirations: eleanor crain ( the haunting of hill house ), dolores price *as a child and towards the end of the book ( she’s come undone ), fox 8 ( fox 8: a story ), “why try to change me now?” - fiona apple (cover), “be still” - the killers
BACKGROUND INFO:
triggers: verbal/mental/emotional abuse/gaslighting, very slight implication of spousal abuse, brief mention of car accident/death & drowning
( ivan and jo’s breakout pop-punk single: “fuck happy backstories!” stream it on spotify ! )
jo......... was born into the wrong family, let’s get that out of the way.
it was pretty clear she was a ploy to save the marriage of her parents ( who have names: lucy and benjamin, luv that for them ). it didn’t seem like they’d ever picked up a parenting book, gone to a parenting class, rly prepped for being a parent at all...... in their entire lives.
that being said, her mom was actually decent at parenting. her major flaw, though? ok, so you know how kids usually have that one bedtime story that they love and want it to be read to them over and over? well lucy complied ! but y’all wanna know what that book was ?
t.s. eliot’s “old possum’s book of practical cats” whfeiuldjkn
anyway ! when jo was seven, after many failed attempts and simple threats, her mom was finally divorcing benjamin for realz. due to his volatile nature, it was becoming very clear that she was the more fit parent and she almost got sole custody ( the only reason benjamin was motivated for it in the first place was the power so?? )! how exciting!
but the keyword is ‘almost’!
alexa, play ‘my heart will go on’ but the off-tune flute version
just as the proceedings were going through, jo’s mother was hit by a drunk driver on new year’s eve. the car skidded onto some ice, minimal damage done... then the ice broke.
jo and benjamin both devolved after that. jo withdrew more into herself and pretty much coped by..... just reading old possum’s a LOT (hate that for her). all mopey, benjamin became much less outwardly violent. the keyword is ‘outwardly.’
ya, instead of j bein like “i will just chill” he was like “i will just make my rage more subtle because in this house, we love intimidation, manipulation, hostility, the blame game, and gaslighting! uwu” managed to convince jo that her mother’s death was somehow her fault, that he was the only person she could trust, that she will never be able to live without someone else, etc., etc.
a few years in and a cycle of many impromptu sleepovers began. luv that for her. hate that for her, but luv that for her.
there is a lot i cld talk abt here, but it all seems like it cld j be tl;dr’d as: “basically became the surrogate daughter of a bunch of other people”
as for things that r not tragique™, jo was v much a drifter when it came to friends. managed to make a fair amount bc she does not seem like she will put a tadpole in ur hand like ivan. also j a people-pleaser but that’s starting to get into her personality which is another section.
did go to college. luv that for her. has NO CLUE what she’s going to do with her degree, but she can make some really sick niche william faulkner jokes.
began seasonally working at big bear during the winter break of her last year in college because bitch needed some money!! wound up loving it and was like “i think,,,, i will continue to do this,,,, the people here,,,, r cul,,,,”
still visits benjamin every once in a while. not a way to say that uwu you should forgive ur abusive parent(s) uwu rather that jo.... still has slight belief in him. just to end on something emo.
THE REST IS HISTORY!!!!
TL;DR:
started life out as a saddie, not a baddie. still not a baddie, but no longer as much of a saddie. loves “cats” and there is no irony to that statement. can make good niche literary jokes, but that’s about it.
PERSONALITY/MISCELLANEOUS INFO:
a child. a literal child. a child to the point that she should have supervision when she goes on grocery trips because she falls for marketing ploys so easily. can’t believe she hasn’t fallen into a pyramid scheme yet.
an absolute dumbass. again, can make some great niche william faulkner jokes, but ask her the order of the planets? “...well mars is somewhere in there.”
unironically LOVES cats - both the musical and movie. thinks jennifer hudson’s grizabella is the best. will start sharing random facts about it or old possum’s book of practical cats if she runs out of things to talk about but feels pressured to keep talking. was broken when she first read a different t.s. eliot poem and realized he was actually super dark. the only thing that got her through it was a comparison to batman :\ bruce wayne is old possum’s, batman is everything else.
to take a brief break from fun personality facts, v down on herself bc benjamin’s words rly!! stuck with her!! convinced she is an absolute idiot and does not trust her own memory. v indecisive bc of this and always longs for someone to help her figure things out. tries to distance herself from memories of her mother because, again, benjamin got to her. her love of cats doesn’t help that, but... can you believe that’s her coping mechanism? makes up for it by giving all of her love 2 everyone else!! we love tragedy!! and needing to go to therapy!!
secretly knows her love of cats is weird and dumb. a part of her knows why it’s considered one of the worst musicals ever. but LISTEN. we luv rly weird coping mechanisms!
big dreamer. will develop the most impractical goals. she usually knows they are impractical, but still..... uwu
has decided everyone is good until proven bad! except for,,,, like,,, murderers and rapists,,,,
is #StraightEdge for the most part,,,, literally has a drink maybe three times per year
says “like” a whole lot for someone who majored in english with a concentration in literature and should therefore be more eloquent.
i am not great at these sections!! feel free 2 j refer to her zodiac, personality tests, and character influences!!
literally fox 8. i put the others there bc she’s similar but wow,,,, if u read fox 8 (it’s a short story i recommend it i luv george saunders u can find a pdf online),,,, she is fox 8.
here u go here is a sample that doesnt need context: "Fox 4 woslike: No ofense, Fox 8? Your ideas are not super praktikal.
Dreem, dreem, dreem, said Fox 11.
Fox 41 woslike: Fox 8, does this honestly never get old for you?"
OH ALSO. she has a slet. a cat,,,,, named asparagus,,,, whom she calls “gus”,,,,, and y’all know WHY.
recent development: has downloaded tor so she can get on the dark web. why? because she thinks there will be more funny animal videos on there. is shockingly good at navigating it.
CONNECTION IDEAS:
close friends bc we luv that –– roman (nuanced), aylie (nuanced), hazel (nuanced), cleo (nuanced), vic (nuanced), marco (nuanced)
childhood friends whom she possibly had impromptu sleepovers with bc that is v soft and,,,,, y’all i left the city blank for a reason. –– hazel, marco,
on that note, the person who was like “wait,,,,,,, u know that book was turned into a musical right,,,,,, like,,,,, a musical literally everyone knows” and shook jo’s world
good influence / bad influence –– cleo, vic,
~*confidant*~
roommate
exes –– ian,
reciprocated pining
unreciprocated pining
someone..... who has accepted..... that she likes cats.... in a way that is not ironic. will see the movie with her. –– aylie,
an enemy,,,,,, aka this person was like “cats is literally the worst thing in the entire world” and now they r on jo’s very short hit list –– riley
idk!!! im also obvs up for brainstorming!!! luv that!!!
** descriptive connections page is here ( only people who i’m messaging are on it, but i ?? would love to plot w everyone ?? so don’t make the short list make u think i’m trying 2 limit it 2 these ppl auhfoeidla )
LIKE THIS OR HMU TO PLOT !
#bigbearintro#y'all my intro style evolved!#there's a tl;dr beneath the bg info bc i!! rambled!!#i feel like i went back and forth b/t proper grammar/punctuation and.... not.... caring.#also i am. dumb 2night. it j took me a hot while to figure out how to spell punctuation and it still doesnt look right the english language#is so weird????#we post this before we have many followers we die like men.
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“Is everything okay over here?” for GUS, obviously
This was the absolute last time that he was going to let Setira take him to a mystery date. A party was one thing, but a club? He couldn’t tell if she was deliberately fucking with him at this point or just that dumb. He didn’t like either answer.
He could barely hear himself think, let alone speak, and trying to hear anyone else speak? Forget it. And yet here they were, him managing to look as miserable as he could while she seemed to be at least having an okay time.
And as he was returning from the relative safety and quiet of the bathrooms (where the music was merely painfully loud instead of deafening), he got to see something even worse than two drunk trolls making out in a stall.
Someone was putting the moves on Setira. He didn’t have to be a lip reader to see what was going on. Probably some dickhead trying to be slick. But he could see her reaction just fine. He watched her cheeks puff out and turn bright blue as she got mad. Saw how she flashed them that same annoyed look that she always gave him when he was being a dick. Maybe it was just the night making him even pissier than normal, but it looked an awful lot like she might actually be flirting back.
Every second he watched their little scene, he could feel a familiar heat rise from his stomach to nearly burn his entire body, jaw clenched as he let out a low growl.
It seemed to only take a few steps for him to get behind them. In a way, it was funny. Normally he was almost always slouched or hunched over, but times like this, that extra inch or so of height as he stood up straight always seemed to make him loom over everyone else, at least metaphorically. The unfortunate troll seemed to feel that, turning to look at him over their shoulder, suddenly looking very nervous.
At least for the moment he could see before his fist collided with it. Before they could retaliate, Gusept grabbed them by the arm, flinging them against the wall their table was set against, turning away as they crumpled down to the floor. A pair of bouncers were already on the way to break up the mess, but he was already on his way out.
“Yeah fucking yeah, I’m going.”
He didn’t look back to see if Setira was following. She could go flirt with some other drunken asshole if that was how she wanted to act tonight.
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Life is like a tale told by an idiot full of sound and furry , and is played over and over again with little changes in costume and scenery yet signifying nothing.“shakespear william SW-ag”
David was chaldean and norwegian as much as jew from the lion of judah tribe, so the jew will rise again economically. The oil producing nations prided themselves like nigerian with her movies or peque before humbling down HD. The Electric generating gadget envision by kevinelson with other deceased fellow fully eliminates oil/gas powered machines, So this one are the jew family jf will capitolise to corect the vice- rice economically RE, red, siren gas, kalarenegade etc
Usher saying it seems his thing is well being grinded by the pussy/vagina. Collins stands in disgust saying its not that way maybe the ladys vagina is the one being grinded or rubbed by his penis, get it from who is in deep cry or murmuring.
Ongilin saying in local dialect LD nyathino winjo nyakono, gire dango nyim nyako no bwanaAmani saying anamkata kweli kweli wasee ni kama kwamba hiyo senye ni yake bwana dueting with jemo.
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I thought you had me in prison this whole time, but I’m the one who’s holdin’ the keys
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Revelation tano RT-S, rasa tako, togo, tasmania, TZ, Rasa tamu, rasa sweet RS russian romania sianda, rasa swedishona, swisswana, somali etc David the shephard, Guard, addint salt AS, ass, amicable soluotion, askari, asking, shetani as the devol, far, mbali, bor, aborigin, valley of jehoshafat etc
Odindo asking, mama ango ma kevin is thinking about? Mama answering opara kak nyime dangre, inpasuliwa, barore, ni kama kwamba inapasuliwa gi nyim mochanda. He is sitting all day thinking how his thing is being digested/mumunywa within her girl pussy.
Magdalin confirming his love for kevin, affirming his maturity bursting and saying “Nitombe, ni wewe, wajamani nitombe”.
Anatomba kweli kweli tele insinuating, anaweka, ha ha ha everchinchin let me put this dick on you. He really fucks, fills the hole he doesnt play with it, he owns it girls, at that time you think your pussy his is, he claims lien.
Nikey is a brand new second hand but when you start to drive or roll on it doesnt stop if goes all the way without stopage according to marion. What about Robinson? Ask jolly.
Robinson is a truck neither do you stop or make stopage on the road. What about J-LO, a lorry but you make alot of stopage on the road, i mean if you are feeling her below or inside it doesnt go smooth before ejaculation, you stop alot. What about brook ask laura?
Brook is a trelar very hard to drive but it climb every hill and you dont stop. What about braxton ask jenifar?Brook is a tanker you go without stopage man. If you climb ontop of her i mean ukimpandilia hauchoki or ausimami ovy ovyo- i mean you feel the thing to the end.
Anafeel whoyo kijani bila kusita sita, bila msimamo, without kujali, knowing and she gives it all to her man. On her minaj you go without changing the gear, i mean making stopage. He wonders how dena thing dissect her thing without even a trace of blood or blood droplets.
Can someone warn obama wo, midiwoo or warn barack WB warn brothers, wedding banquet parable with their women, the great serpentychus will be hurled down HD in the bible for cheating the world that he is a luo yet cuban and he is 44 yrs yet has lived since the arab settlement in Tanzania. Greatychus with chiniserpents as well. Obama is bursting into rage, being wild knowls warn him. They are looking into amicable ways to kill him because he has resorted to disturbance. Unfair gamblingame UG, uganda, bug, lug, sug, uasin gishu etc
Aomawhere, king of the jew, it had spring to confirm accurate weight in elections, measuring the ballot and the ballot papers. Middle of the garden had a stream and a spring next to onding game OG, log, o God, omwaka gilbertockenyatta or ombeva which way. Amonelson with other folks came with the EGG technology among other folks but mondy is trying to build it alone being helped with other folks, he cant do it me, need help from frequent visit to the cyber to forward him the idea in diagrammatic form. They are deceased, dead man.
Amberose is a good car, need not to drive it fast but a little bit slow not to fast and folks believe you me their is no stopage if any in the way. Amberose saying while sexing her hit it good boy, fuck good nelson promised her if she give in, i will hit it well girl those are the wordings. Nitahihudumia sambamba yaani tele anasema anatomba kamili hamna mchezo, anatomba mno malaya nelson omondi- kikamilifu hamna jokes, kungethiya, kuzuba, mchesho, kitaratibu wajameni.
Ther, taco mit tt keneth saying KS, deuteronomy thirty three, tatu. Ashesheduce mochanda modonje ebox koro amanyo email address mar lorain gi magdalin mond achak shedushing them rapidly saying trevah miano. Nyamwalo temo loso, talking with his left boobs but to no avail, hawamaboys wanajidai eti wanabonga na mbolo zao sasa they resort to belittling big people or grown ups GU, agulu as pot, plateau of tibet, gulu, UG. Amanda be is trying to communicate with her lef booty/buttocks but to no avail resorting to rage.
Woe to those who trust on Egypt isiah thirty one TO, togo, tomato, nyanya, danny, grand ma gm, gikuyou men, gold mara/mine, toe, topierka, buttocking, digitol timer dt, dan tribe, crystol. The jew were stuck in Egypt and never wanted to depart because they were learning how to come up or make machines- mfalme were yawhodi and the Egyptians had already known and they wanted to maintain respect mr. If they let them go they could make the same gadget making them less supreme. So moses came with snakes that swallowed their snakes alarting them that machines are made partly by the jesusnake or serpent and they feared and let them go. But luckly enough they learned the jew character of being secretive not going to tell another race on how they come up with the machines to maintain respect the same way they cheat Africans they make those thing yet they got the factory where they can talk sample of people to try to find out on whether they are made or found there. The big question.
read my post on facebooks under this name wandeterading ombuorading or kevin monde and get to see my timeline majorly about the fact that that fellow called railamoloding the then prime minister of kenya is but an imporstor and how to make cash via https://account.2go.com/ using you phone loaded with mozila firefox. open many bank a/c and withdraw much funds as you want after connecting each opened card with your different opened paypal a/c. THE actual railamolodinga has a bewitching gap, the big toe is missing as plucked out and thats the first evidence. Let us use BMI matchine, blood pulse sensor, blood group, DNA and RNA eye sensor with the modern smart phones, voice recognition matchine and finger print detector when he is at the podium to arrest this muther-fucker once and for all. Impersonation of the highest degree. Mercedez benz stadium in atl i you look at it you see it built with money collected from the wreckage and bodies of the malaysian air plain. From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Cc: [email protected] <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, January 26, 2019, 11:48:27 AM GMT+3 Subject: Fw: KHALI CARTEL 2 - KHALIGRAPH JONES & THE GANG (OFFICIAL VIDEO) —– Forwarded Message —– From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]> To: Erick Okonji <[email protected]> Cc: Deborah Ojuok <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, January 26, 2019, 11:48:03 AM GMT+3 Subject: Fw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l1DlouIDBY —– Forwarded Message —– From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Cc: [email protected] <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, January 26, 2019, 11:47:32 AM GMT+3 Subject: Fw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l1DlouIDBY —– Forwarded Message —– From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Cc: [email protected] <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, January 26, 2019, 11:47:14 AM GMT+3 Subject: Fw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l1DlouIDBY —– Forwarded Message —– From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Cc: Lt.Christal Pagaran <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, January 26, 2019, 11:46:52 AM GMT+3 Subject: Fw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l1DlouIDBY —– Forwarded Message —– From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]> To: equitybank <[email protected]> Cc: Erick Okonji <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, January 26, 2019, 11:43:43 AM GMT+3 Subject: Fw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l1DlouIDBY —– Forwarded Message —– From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Cc: Lt.Christal Pagaran <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, January 26, 2019, 11:43:23 AM GMT+3 Subject: Fw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l1DlouIDBY —– Forwarded Message —– From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Cc: coopbankkenya <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, January 26, 2019, 11:42:50 AM GMT+3 Subject: Fw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l1DlouIDBY —– Forwarded Message —– From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Cc: [email protected] <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, January 25, 2019, 1:38:40 PM GMT+3 Subject: Fw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l1DlouIDBY —– Forwarded Message —– From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Cc: equitybank <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, January 25, 2019, 1:38:09 PM GMT+3 Subject: Fw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l1DlouIDBY —– Forwarded Message —– From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]> To: coopbankkenya <[email protected]> Cc: [email protected] <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, January 25, 2019, 1:37:47 PM GMT+3 Subject: Fw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l1DlouIDBY From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]> To: [email protected] <[email protected]> Cc: [email protected] <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, January 25, 2019, 1:37:23 PM GMT+3 Subject: Fw: Wamile wamilele wabaraka ni chako, wabaraka mbolo changu ni chako— hagar changu ni chako. Nakila mtu atatomba dem/wife wake mwenyewe, bele ya bwana na siku hizo zinakuja. Dont came and tell me everyday dat you wanna struggle raila, nomatter what you do with him is up to you, not my problemo. With me my life will be as usual is you who will be affected not me and stop cashing into my every stuff es we aint equal man. Just leave me alone. some songs are paraphrased you just see 4 yourself. Aint real.
Revelation tano RT-S, rasa tako, togo, tasmania, TZ, Rasa tamu, rasa sweet RS russian romania sianda, rasa swedishona, swisswana, somali etc David the shephard, Guard, addint salt AS, ass, amicable soluotion, askari, asking, shetani as the devol, far, mbali, bor, aborigin, valley of jehoshafat etc
Odindo asking, mama ango ma kevin is thinking about? Mama answering opara kak nyime dangre, inpasuliwa, barore, ni kama kwamba inapasuliwa gi nyim mochanda. He is sitting all day thinking how his thing is being digested/mumunywa within her girl pussy.
Magdalin confirming his love for kevin, affirming his maturity bursting and saying “Nitombe, ni wewe, wajamani nitombe”.
Anatomba kweli kweli tele insinuating, anaweka, ha ha ha everchinchin let me put this dick on you. He really fucks, fills the hole he doesnt play with it, he owns it girls, at that time you think your pussy his is, he claims lien.
Nikey is a brand new second hand but when you start to drive or roll on it doesnt stop if goes all the way without stopage according to marion. What about Robinson? Ask jolly.
Robinson is a truck neither do you stop or make stopage on the road. What about J-LO, a lorry but you make alot of stopage on the road, i mean if you are feeling her below or inside it doesnt go smooth before ejaculation, you stop alot. What about brook ask laura?
Brook is a trelar very hard to drive but it climb every hill and you dont stop. What about braxton ask jenifar?Brook is a tanker you go without stopage man. If you climb ontop of her i mean ukimpandilia hauchoki or ausimami ovy ovyo- i mean you feel the thing to the end.
Anafeel whoyo kijani bila kusita sita, bila msimamo, without kujali, knowing and she gives it all to her man. On her minaj you go without changing the gear, i mean making stopage. He wonders how dena thing dissect her thing without even a trace of blood or blood droplets.
Aomawhero kevin weighting machine should be use as a confirmatory weight after the electronic weighing machine has been used to avoid overweight or underweight, i mean being unscrupulous. Aumalaya as raila, obamango, where do we go Martin Luther king was alluding, referring directly and jesus with the Road to Emmaus, Romans from romania. Whero is singing in luo- king of the jew.
Babe its coming, inacome, inakuja,nikey wahi hiii hii hiii. Toka kev, you overstay, get off me dude, its enough for the night in a murmuring voice the wife cries.
She pretends like she hates me during the day but at night she fully submits tome, gave me utmost respect as am feeling her below she gives in to cry like a little baby, as if someone is tickling her.
Malachi, mark, mathew, micah five or four MF matako fat, flat, mfenesianda, matako french, finish, mfinish etc.
Malaki nne MN mama nelson, minaj nikey, mt nebo, minesota, matako nelson, mt nebal, mind nelson, mind ndogo, small mind SM shrude manager, scrap metal pays as a dealer dude.
Amos five, four AF, raf, baf, rough not soft, half as nusu, yesus, afwande- mfalme wa yawhodi, omondi, modi, division. Half, hunger, hungary, nuts, nutychus, police as afwande, insanelson, mad as matope. Kichwa pungwani kp kenyatta presidency, king peter kenneth pilore, kevin piem, pier etc.
Sophy why is kevin crying ask denis? He tells me that his thing is telling him according to his conversation with it that it desires knowls or a Robinson and her like but they havent given in yet or seems like not giving in. Mbolo yake eti inamshow.
Revelation FIve or four RF-l, rasa fat, rasa french, finish- the root of david at that time, root of david ROD, rod is dickevin, dictator, dictatorodinga, rasa flat. Denis, Eunice, penincilineco etc
Ongili sayin kevin it seems he is hitting that thing thouroughly, maybe from below not from up the way mochanda is giving in to cry. My friends, he is feeling that thing wholeheartedly with whole his thing. Amani anasema anachimba wasee, anaikakamuwa, hachezi, he feels it without hesitation without second thought that leaves the woman with her screeming or shouting for her. Amonelson saying in local dialect LD, jowadwa omudo gir nyako no, owinje jowa etc
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He looks at me as if he is poor, depressed, impressed rather or be-rived niki insinuating, stop that doc!!!
If i found someone with my girl, i swear am going to couse commotion, quagmire, mayhem, fracas, standstill, i mean its gonna be a go-slow- i bet this.
This mango knowls is too delicious TD and extra-sweet as if you are feeling a woman below/inside.
Let them still look for identity crisis ic, as if they are ugly or looking for belonging/respect- let them have infiriority complex ic with me am going to ocenia or Europe, continue calling yourself nigros but with me am not. My ways arent your ways because am not a nigro- if you are one better know am not so leave me alone and mind your business. I hate the sickening charactor of a male nigro MN.
Life is like a tale told by an idiot full of sound and furry , and is played over and over again with little changes in costume and scenery yet signifying nothing.“shakespear william SW-ag”
David was chaldean and norwegian as much as jew from the lion of judah tribe, so the jew will rise again economically. The oil producing nations prided themselves like nigerian with her movies or peque before humbling down HD. The Electric generating gadget envision by kevinelson with other deceased fellow fully eliminates oil/gas powered machines, So this one are the jew family jf will capitolise to corect the vice- rice economically RE, red, siren gas, kalarenegade etc
Usher saying it seems his thing is well being grinded by the pussy/vagina. Collins stands in disgust saying its not that way maybe the ladys vagina is the one being grinded or rubbed by his penis, get it from who is in deep cry or murmuring.
Ongilin saying in local dialect LD nyathino winjo nyakono, gire dango nyim nyako no bwanaAmani saying anamkata kweli kweli wasee ni kama kwamba hiyo senye ni yake bwana dueting with jemo.
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you take that meat stew or beans soup you pour on that white face of his, hicho michele, yaani rice. unamwaga kwa hicho sura nyeupe chake, e-olo ewiyeno jokanyama then kijiko just plough it out throwing it into your damn mouth.
They fall sometimes the plain after monitoring how many people have carried liquid cash in the bags and brief case. They do this in far deep seas they collect the cash floating on their bags on water then cheat the folks they are looking for black box. They use the likes of Raila who transform to rodents or insect to monitor the luggage caring money. And this is done so that the plain company gets new order and the insurer pays to benefit the plain owners and the family of the deceased to benefit. The plain company can stop its operations just like the GM company. My friends if you don’t know you better know.
They want the money withdrawn from countries next to Syria not pay the military but taken back to the economy so pulling up the forces to the usa so turkey take over coz right-now there economy is huge out of the fact they have known massively to make electronic and mechanical gadgets. They saves their ass or their military budget, they shift some burden to upcoming nations.
How do we know a city is built with floatsome and jetsome of fallen plains, like ny or atl if you take a glance at the city skyline in a flash you see like the plain hitting one of the tall buildings just like it hit world trade center few years back. Even ships they sink link Titanic to get the cash. Friends you have never heard that the money in the plain has been returned but the black box returned yet the cash is also in the box as brief case- they take that cash. People should be burred from boarding plains with huge cash lest they fall the plain with small drones that move without proper sound. They track the plain itinerary b4 they fall them.
Mercedez benz stadium in atl i you look at it you see it built with money collected from the wreckage and bodies of the malaysian air plain.
Wamile wamilele wabaraka ni chako, wabaraka mbolo changu ni chako— hagar changu ni chako.
Nakila mtu atatomba dem/wife wake mwenyewe, bele ya bwana na siku hizo zinakuja.
Dont came and tell me everyday dat you wanna struggle raila, nomatter what you do with him is up to you, not my problemo. With me my life will be as usual is you who will be affected not me and stop cashing into my every stuff es we aint equal man. Just leave me alone. some songs are paraphrased you just see 4 yourself. Aint real.
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ssHe is fishmael hagar son in galatians four GF Girl friends, Grand father, guinea fowl, Gay france, finland. He is very fishy Magdalin when you have prepared the soup make sure from the serving bowl you grab that fish which seem to be hard to grasp or cath in the water by his fins and with your teeth cut that fishy mouth out. Click the link below folks for full picture!!
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Anasema eti anampenda niki kama panti au siruali na tako, she loves minaj like the panty grabs the booty or booty with the panty and minaj has not realised yet. Minaj please realise the essence of time.
Rose when kev is feeling her inside or below she gives in to crying as much as murmuring or morning which i comprehend not saying in luo yawa mit kodi, mit yawa, tamu repeatedly.
Kevin saying that nikey booty belongs together, they are always two he has never seen one alone, they are together always. Do not say later that i dint love you cz what i have can start up a nation, i mean be a country’s foreign exchange. Truth be told am be the richest man around but you know what do not come up running unto me, thou will not accept you later. If its not now then never minaj. I hope the bullet has not catch up with that booty or gotten hold of it as i hear. This the time to show me love and reciprocate mi love for you lest you find me in another woman’s arms bursting forth not into laughters but to morning as she feels the intermittent thing, its being corrosives not softness. In mi arms she screams again minaj when am giving it to her that ought to be you, how will you feel girl?
Roni asking, hiyo tenje ni gani? Kevin saying ni Lg na ni knowls, alicia keys ni JVC, cole ni Diskman ya philips, Minaj ni be the man with the base sony, Brook in Soni mini- hifi system inaliya kwel kweli ask amani. Evans asking na fargi? Fargi ni samsang but braxton Aiwa inachuna kweli kweli huku matwita zikiwika piya ndani yake. I love panasoni which is coco, i gives you the perfect sound at every corner of the house as much as home theater. Tiana is a sound bar mounted with a flashdisk, satisfy your needs as much as Tinashetani.
Yeye, him akon song everyone sings in the estate as they walks, if you send a young chap what an old person insinuates, he tells you the same- Ahero sex nyiere as the tune. Click the link below man for full information.
Don take my kindness for weakness kevin asking Nigro women. Knowls and her likes answering we wont take your kindness for weekness. Click the link below folks
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There are two women in the streets those in love with kevin nelson and can not get him because aman needs one woman at a time and those who hate him because they are jealous to have or own him alone and they cant, I mean they hate a man with many woman and one woman with kevinelson as evident is not a possibility.
In-fact he is too weak in bed that he should take all of his mandibles and start eating or take her boobs out and start feeding upon them to add him the pumping strength. I will cut you into pieces/fishes, ablongadi matindotindo nikukupata na baby wa mine, take heed wasee. Ero wach/maneno mit edhogi, words are sweet in your mouth to me am a man of few words, a cold man not talkative.
Pumping like never was i promise girl.
The AE technology that is used to make Sosa, the parable of the sower TS, the swedish, swissnakevin, sianda etc The green man Gm used saucer to bring the aliens like the luo, luya to earth out of their disturbance- i have come to create division as Christ says. The white people where waiting some one to explain fully how the Sosa works so they can return the aliens back not killing as it can bring curse on them.
It will be built like a prism, like a rocket, corn shaped and can move on both side, it gets to the north pole next to rusia, if its going to pluto it goes downwards and if it goes to Venus or mercury it goes upwards with the seats people sits can rotate once the individual has tighten his seat-belt. The irony is the higher you go the cooler it becomes and the downer you go it becomes hot, so based on this philosophy Venus is cooler as compared to satan or pluto. What you hear the white folks are telling you that mercury is hot while Satan is cold is just a hoax to delude you from ultimate truth, just lies. This is a wake up call to the luo, kikuyou you are digging your own grave, i mean nelson is a thorn in the flesh to you. This purely what was being waited for and thats the beautiful thing guys.
Kev huyo dem akijipa, piga kupiga, usijali mtu wangu, usisite mzeya- ngeli ni kupiga kupiga kk sawa mtu wahs.
Latoya whats wrong with Robinson even if it means sex? What has she done or upto “ask Latoya” Kevin saying she cries as if she has been stubbed by a knife and she is dying the next minute. Wajamani analiya ni kama kwamba amedungwa na kisu- motho ywak deadly. “Kenny saying”
Minaj am completely full cf and what is remaining or the only thing remaining is me to visit our toilet OT, what about you nikey?
Amani hawa watu wanataka nini, what do they want with me? “Amani” Wanadhani matako yako ni soft na laini, ni kama kwamba they want to strip you, or matako yako ni kubwa kwa thog you have just hidden them in your baggy trouser. “Kevin” Thats utter stupidity man, hiyo ni ujinga, mimi ni chali, am a guy who sleeps in chali style, looking up Lu-ocifer.
Owhoma aka Raila amolo, is following me as if he does not know his next meal or aint sure for food, looking for what to eat bursting into rage. Go for screp metal SM and sell dude wacha fitina, stop being lazy BL, blow job, big lips, booty luo, llithuania, blunder etc
Nikey get this straight, this your boy aka nelly, alias mondy, also called kevinelson that charismatic man and he is there for you waiting like never before
What we want is kids who can survive both good and hard-times no single sided SS, SWEET, slow sex. African foods AF, baf, chaf, raf, saf . the white folks want to destroy the black genes BG- booty greeks, gergians, big gums etc- they are jealous as in they want to give agikuyou name so that folks are inclined to them out of the new found fuel or oil- beautiful black women love money and thats its but we got artificial insemination mark you my-a, think twice- look before you lip. Mya mbolo changu haitachapaa wewe, forget about rumours girl, will not cane you. Row row your boat gentle down the streem, merily merily merily merily life is about a dream- mochanda, odera my new boat, catch, while nikey my new catch in lake michigan, brook in lake salina, ks rather superior not ontario. Mahewa kwa hiyo crib, loud music magdalin, maisha ni sambamba, good girl GG, goal goal, game gina, georgian games. Hike the volume please mariah carey- dont you know i love you. Spare me that- mya rebuking- kevin saying KS- wanna love you up my ladies. Take it cool, i mean easy- you got not just a man but a motivator beside you. My thing is polite, but sometimes rude when rebuke- not young in the game- kikuyouth but mature and old- si mchanga but angali msoo, yaani mkubwa kwa game- get this straight keyshia!!!
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Obama barrack OB, comboa, save or stop thing stupid act, running a cartel on bullish where you pay them some money out of the profit gotten from the money deposited then you give them a little commission.So seem the bulishtrade a/c is closed so they are wild at me not knowing its made or designed that way to create fear on your side. It is not you that should always be happy when receiving but when you loose you became bitter. When you win its good when you loose its a pyramid scheme. It brings the truth on both sides. So you want to come to Kenya to meet your folks- stop killing people, obamadareraila, same as trumputtin- fuck you. Your daughters got no man or nigro,i can be one to save their desperation.
Nikey,miayadirer was found beaten out of what he has explained above-babe save me girl, dont leave me in this mess girl. Always i will be there for you, every-time by your side and love you in any way you want or desire, baby girl dont leave me hanging, get this straight girl- one blood and forever in your arms. Just like you killed muamar gadafi MG the same indictment falls on you if you dont stop this bull-shit.
Miaka tano sasa but my thing ijakuwa disected or katika au digested nitamwacha soon huyou dem. My thing is digested or dissected ni her thing wajamani. Read all my only two posts my friends.
Girl i will give it my best shot BS- bur sianda, my best trial BT.The match between me and maya starts off next sunday, we are going to inaugurate that chemistry, i mean rekindle that love, make it official, folks i men the game will open up on sunday. With me an just eating my ground nuts one by one, i mean bits by bits no streess or stressing out and on my table a little bit of coffee mixed with lemon fully ready for that fateful night. Love and hip- hop before they went to the graveyard was gilbart ombeva as young joc folks- search that name on your FB. Am eating the groundnuts moja kwa moja but sometimes mbili kwa mbili but not tatu kwa tatu. Maya incase of distress between us do not give some-else the job girl- i will rectify my mishaps. The dimba, play will be live live and will kick off as usual or planned friends.
Steve oburu of KIM college and works at tuff foam mall was Raila in on tuesday newspaper. Check the teeth structure folks. Go to the factory and check for him no keeping on saying am that or this and you know well his residence or working ground, needs New anchors to end this stupid malpractice or impersonation.
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King of the jew- authentic, ther as vagina you know each race, keys, pakistan was goshen, costerians were taken to kenturckey by portugues, fucking, aumalindi, mang, obamalaya as Raila was kilema-uma, uncapacitated as limpimg, jesus and little children, oumafi, faces not faces used to make metals converted by the devil- lost coin parable. LAS cruces, chicken come home to roost, rumours, rumo-finished, malizwa- mfalme wa yawhodi, owhoman, nani in swahili, moses, sex, ngono, ngotruok time mochanda, wajamani fanya haraka, houses, senye as vagina, boxes spoils your mind stay away from them. Magdalin nyathini- matako yake ni kubwa nikama amechukuwa tabiyako- be sianda ne yom kama yako yawa. Mwone vile anatazama kama mochanda- ameuwa kuwa prostitute, nitakuchapa nikuchereze usipowacha hayo. Mfundishe magdalin. Blinking light BL booty lover made christo to be jailed he said indirectly that the egg should have it on top of houses for indentification and is one of the greatest invention in history. Bl big legs, lips, britons lips, booty latvian, lithuania, lozi, luo, luya, ludaites etc Blow job BJ, baba jesus, joseph, james, air blower etcJEW, few, every ward, empty wallet meaning poor and agikuyouclaim to be rich, engineering works ew and they claim to know business like madness in the wilderness not promised land PL pink lips with mfenesianda lives in nairobi, naivasha, nakuru, narok- they are gidionights loving walking in the night or prostitutes, twilight girls TG, the gikuyou etc. For them to be rich they must kill each other to share the welth and live good like 2-pac says they kill each other, kich is nyukikuyou, bee, wannaibee in nairobi, so they will rice as bible says through the discovery of oil which nelly G electric generating gadget has finished and they want to confiscate it to patent it to be rich but time is the essence, to little to late man.
Now am in the process of eating my groundnuts, nakula tu njuguu na nyim nyim or sim sim ss zangu mos mos yaani pole pole, haki ya mungu nitampandilia wajamani mimi si kilema vile brook anadhani- am not todler when it comes to sex or an infant or incapacitated am fit and am jumping my friends. Sunday itakuwa mechi between me and hanah.
“Nikey” kevin will you lick my ass hole i have looked for such?
“Kevin” Hell no minaj?
“Nikey” Then you are not a man enough for me, i will vacate and leave you for another man immediately- you are one and a half man for me.
“Kevin” You mean it, you will boot me
“Minaj” Hell, yes. Not Gayesus
“Kevin” Fuck that lie nikey G.
I will employ any tactic under the sun to encounter his ways or maneuvers, i mean i will go out my way or my reach to come up to a solution or dismantle him DH, dho hindu, haiti, hangary.
The other women will incline that thing to me at reflex, right angled position RAP, raila, raisi, easy, president, yot or obtuse angle and they will transcend the pomp like you gave me the other night. Rabii is teacher, wichiter, cheater, western seanda, teanda, seacheles, teathonia divasifolia TD, the dutch, devolandana, aketch as wild sunflower. Mechi between me and maya is wednessday, the game, fight between me and my miya not Mrr jemsianda MJ, mango jew, my japanis, jokes, military jets etc, game itakuwa ana kwa ana, moja kwa moja mzeya.
Nimehaidi, i swear as promise, i have made a vow, i will stuck there, nitakwamiliya, i will not leave easily, i will be rude in that area, sturborn and i gurantee you that girl, no jokes NJ, nitakuwa rudeboy as far as loving you is concerned babe, in swahili it says i will be kichwa ngumu KN- knowls, knowledge, kevinelson, kichwa ndogo as small mind sm shrude maneja in mathew sixtin ms, matako sweet, sawa, swedishona, swisswana or minute mind mm maji matamu as juo, luo, tuo as sickevin. I swear nitajikakamua kisoap, kisabuni, i will pull up my socks as sex is concerned sic-k, tuo, i mean nitafanya jitihada, babe hardwork, i mean being industrous.
Natafuta wajama msichana mwenye tako, booty yake imeshiba watu wangu na imenishinda kupata. Kenyan MPs.
Class compose a sentense using the word “booty or buttocks” My woman of buttocks shortly died before the night she booted me. Correct- arsenalit.
Nikey has agreed with me and she made a vow that if am feeling her inside she will incline it to me without further questions or compromise, she will incline her thing for me at 90 digrees, lopez at 80 coz she still dont belief me fully, brook 70 digrees, knowls 100 digrees, braxton 120 digrees but my confidence is with L-lo she vowed it at 180 after practising to make that angle out my her love for me. Folks unconditional love. TCL tv meaning ther cianda lungore, ther chinis, cameroonians, chiles, colombiams, luongore, lando, ther ciara, cinthia lando baba.
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Please read in full all my first six post- got the damning truth.Electricity generating gadget EGG, tong, ego, mayai, border, kata using machete, amicable soluotion AS, booty, asembly plant, national asembly NA, illuominati, ngato achiel, one person op obama phone, asembo bay, bas, tas, mas, kas, nas, pas, ras, was, das etc Please read every comments on the first five ff post. Yaani unapump unrelentingly without stopage or further directions or instructions. Thats not raila in the news paper but a poor boda boda bb rider at bar kalare who has small feet- the one holding sudan president like the twin building in mid-town kisumu like spouces ontop of mega plaza. Someone pricking your sianda- spys, somene hitting you Shy-lock Minaj, if i find one messing with my girl, from dust he came to dust he will return, i mean i will employ every resource within my reach to make sure he goes to his grave early.
Natafuta wajama msichana mwenye tako, booty yake imeshiba watu wangu na imenishinda kupata. Kenyan MPs.
Class compose a sentense using the word “booty or buttocks” My woman of buttocks shortly died before the night she booted me. Correct- arsenalit.
Nikey has agreed with me and she made a vow that if am feeling her inside she will incline it to me without further questions or compromise, she will incline her thing for me at 90 digrees, lopez at 80 coz she still dont belief me fully, brook 70 digrees, knowls 100 digrees, braxton 120 digrees but my confidence is with L-lo she vowed it at 180 after practising to make that angle out my her love for me. Folks unconditional love. TCL tv meaning ther cianda lungore, ther chinis, cameroonians, chiles, colombiams, luongore, lando, ther ciara, cinthia lando baba.
He looked exhousted as if the vigina is finishing or has finish him, Ke please pull up your socks- jitahidi, jikakamua kisoap, kisabuni.
An agikuyou just approach me and told me nelly their is no point to suffer in kenya, lost of job in developed world which are paid under the table. Just get into our cartel, we control the JKA so after we change you to the point of fitting a porch or a brief case you go to the usa or europe without incuring any cost of airticket. We place you there work those jobs when they are there but give us half of your pay come back and put it in online shares, bulishtrade or start your own business. This a big thing without doubt thats how nairobi is built or mombasa, we are really reaping from it, wish we recruit every kenyan who is willing. Message to developed world to curb this malpractice or menace, every person finger print or voice recognition should be taken and confirmed before the work is assigned. click this link. Get money online GMO
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Kevinelsonmondy Ombuorading Wandeterading obama coming for adeal- toyota, hindi, usa killed this fellow mistakenly as much as the luo and kikuyou. Guys where are you at amons funeral, want to use people- forget man.
PS peace summit, prodigol saviour, pier sianda, sweet, swedishona, somali, swisswana, polish, peru sianda, snitch, stupid etc pier tamu pt, pis talk, pier tychus.Mochanda unaletesha gemchezo, na pia naletesha mchezo NM, nikey minaj, minesota, mt nebo, mama neddy, nelson, matako nebraskanamibians, nigerianorwergians. The fightugo iko tight with me girl and i guarantee you that it will be the dawn of you new happines with satisfaction guaranteed leave that poor boy who pride himself but when visting the pit latrine he diarrhea like a worn out motor bike which is being repaired, Get off his mosquito chest and small nasty arms. I will never let you go or down- this goes to my girl minaj.
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Game itakuwa always tight i promise, ngumu sana NS, nelsonorwegian sianda, not snitch, snake, slow, songs etc. My skills i guess are somehow suparb after years of training. Skyls ya game SYG-araila as cigarate.Seduction mission SM, smile, sianda mongolians, mathew 16 shrude manager SM, smote, smile, seduction campaign SC, scores, sugar caneth, sean combs, sean cutter, sianda chinis, colombians, somali, swedishona, swana cianda, snake, snitch colo, chinis etc KFC- kevin furking ciara, kenyatta, keneth, kenedy fucking chinis, colombians, kenturkey fried chiken, cheese. click this link folks:
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Class affirm with me, kaposis sacoma KS utacoma, kevin snitch, songs, snake, swedishona, swana, serpent, slow, kitungu saumu as ugalic, olictigah, nigah, bat, hand, buttockevin- got medication. Please knowls give it an round of applause. Nikey, brook V your hagar needs ISO certification they are polite , goodlooking and has respect. ESP nikey is hangarian according to my thersis. Wine for me brook, nikey, dance for me coz your booty now is bubbling bubling BB, bible, wife s bibi, wise, is wiggling wigling WW white women, wwf, world war, wenye wivu as WW. Hagah yako inahitaji sifa, recognition, it seems you eat to much french fries FF, figure fucking, fish firming, figure fucking, french fries like luckey to to spreed and grow the buttocks, its like they are awaiting to burst, girl dont eat much- am leting you know, if you dint know. Dot eat much, reduce your cholosterol intake babe. Chebukatea fight CF-C, cianda fat, finish, french, cianda fucking, colombian fucking. Luo fallen short fs FAT SIANDA, FRENCH sianda, snitch as nmuch as kikuyou dont have their women of such so they burst into dire anger DA-la, cianda not like uganda, TZ, jamaica got their own women.The combution of oil to drive the turbine in the engine is also an awe to me, refridgirator cooling effect also is a ciander rather a wonder. They are using tax payers TP, the pier, pritense, precidency to woe women WW- white women, pesa ya uma for kuma as vagina, ouma, kitten, paka, owhoma as Raila odinga omolo, end signs ES mark thirtin mt, matako tokre, tz, togo, tasmania etc Govt money GM, gold money, gikuyou men. NATURAL GAS ng, NGONO, SEX, NYA GOT also a myth how is mined.
needs a nobel peace price in oslo; electric generating gadget EGG, tong, kata, divide, amicable soluotion AS, assembl plant, mayai,yath, trees, medication, dawa, dust, dutch, luodaite, dynamore, dark, Parable of the worker & the vineyard- dont i have the right to do what i want with my own fucking life? They do wired things hoping to come up with invention not knowing these things are devols work, and they are found in parts- parable as christ insinuates CI-anda. The white man cheat people with religion so that folks do not wake up- jesus with belzabub, if engineering works EW is satans work SW-ara, then how can you come up with innovation? Guys if you wanna live follow me.
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How to generate stimaowhoma that fully eliminates gasolin. Parable of the net TN, ten nill, the negev, nigros. Vinyard parable VP, valdmir puttin, very poor, vagina poa, vice president. Worker parable WP wilo, winyo pier. Owhoma was a cook, cookiing king of the jew and serving people sp in fort jesus aka raila, right to do with my life mathew or luke 20. The least shall serve you.
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I beg of you and you denied, i mean you dint give it to me, you stuck with it, which kind of game, play, jokes, jest is that? scratch my back and i scratch yours is the rule of the thumb, is the channel.Give it to me and i will reciprocate back twice as much as you give me tonight. But babe tonight am really feeling your touch, wamth, your love- i mean am really feeling you.
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am in deep shit of uncooth and brutal cutting by machete or panga from the kenyan govt, thats why am writting for support. And i magine christ apeared to me when i was kidnaped. He had big body BB, big battocks BB, small teath with spaces like he was from comoros, seacheles or malagasy or marry had that blood- really no one can believe, He emanated from the wall and showed me alot through body language. Believe me, tsunami in japan, india, britain and earthquake in nairobi as who to that city built on the hill.
am editing and posting on my fifth post from this post or the fourth and the fifth post after this one out of security concerns that’s why am not posting up. Check it out!!!I got so many emails because g mail keeps changing your password of the already signed up email giving you difficulties the next day. So many people desire uniform password for all their logging’s but this is enmity to Yahoo and G mail. Stay out of this, let them hack my email- am better off. Get me on this mail- [email protected].
Levi as kevi to help you- no God like him in deuteronomy thirty tree DTT, donald trump, devol, david time, digitol time, the thuol, transformer, transfiguration, truth, tibet- when what you hide has been unearthed, known- how machines are made and you are poor, Jew, empty wallet, exactly, extremely white and genesis forty nine FN fating, fat nelson- stitch in time saves nine SN, snow, sianda nelson, father, frends, finish, french nelson. We call him jeshuran, jest jokes, joshua eight, Jestugo, mchezo, game, ran is mad, nuts, insane, groundnuts for discerning spirit ds, devol signs, iran was part of Egypt after darelocation out of torential rain, lost coin parable, kikuyou lower teath. The innovation still gets to you becouse kenyans cant make the accessories of making an egg, still you will make it and sell, open up you eyes- strong again economically after patenting it.
Ciara is walking hurriedly on that song ft missy eliot, ME, mfalme as if she was cooking corpse and left it over the cooker but something has crossed her mind that maybe is burning or water almost drained and the neighbour maybe have been alerted by the odour or smell, so she is going to check and control the happening.
The combution of oil to drive the turbine in the engine is also an awe to me, refridgirator cooling effect also is a ciander rather a wonder. They are using tax payers TP, the pier, pritense, precidency to woe women WW- white women, pesa ya uma for kuma as vagina, ouma, kitten, paka, owhoma as Raila odinga omolo, end signs ES mark thirtin mt, matako tokre, tz, togo, tasmania etc Govt money GM, gold money, gikuyou men. NATURAL GAS ng, NGONO, SEX, NYA GOT also a myth how is mined.
Electricity generating gadget EGG, tong, ego, mayai, border, kata using machete, amicable soluotion AS, booty, asembly plant, national asembly NA, illuominati, ngato achiel, one person op obama phone, asembo bay, bas, tas, mas, kas, nas, pas, ras, was, das etc Please read every comments on the first five ff post. Yaani unapump unrelentingly without stopage or further directions or instructions. Thats not raila in the news paper but a poor boda boda bb rider at bar kalare who has small feet- the one holding sudan president like the twin building in mid-town kisumu like spouces ontop of mega plaza.uma is folkevin. MY barclays bank a/c was closed so no one can tell me to go and get money there- how stupid is that folks?
2go invoice also changed logging style from code sent to the phone no just to password, so it forces you to known the incumbent email address to close the a?c opened under your name. Its now futile even if you know the phone number PN, pier nelsonigerians etc just like paypal was also changed not to get into the phone line PL but jus a password. PL, pink lips, pantha leo as simba wa youdah. sianda, shida jamaicans SJ, satan jachien, shida joseph, james, jokes, johns, snake jesus, shoot, shot joseph, jeshuran, joshua etc. Most nigerians artists are ugandans due to small bodies as nigerians are heavly built, this is a plan of artificial insemination AI, accurate information or child transfered to a nation under kaguta govt to lure the world that they are nigros to get fever if oil has been overtaken as UG sing good in africah than any other country as congo.
obama, trumpulin bullishtrade account frozen so they want deal, omondil to fix the reality show RS, ras swedishiona, swisswana, somali etc. DR-C congo has vast resources inclusive of food but nigeria, sudan, namibia is 80% driven fuel economy and fuel has been overtaken by Electric generating gadget EGG, tong as amicable soluotin AS, matako, chienyuma. Nigros ont claim even allegence to east africah because that fuel is now redundant, think outside the box or twice. my phone no is 0737505306 but the previous was 0718467657 which i was using in my logings which was hacked at my paypal account.
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Mfalme wa yawhodi.. oniala, alabama, alamarks, mc donald ireland, ala is God, alcatel charger strong, serikal as goverment, alovera, mwarubaine etc
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Class tunga sentensi ukitumia neno “ Hagar”… Manzi wangu wa hagar aliniacha kidogo tu before kuhagar dunia.
He looks at me stranded-Minaj says MS- msoto, poor- as if his manhood is being eaten a way or the vagina is swallowing, grinding his small thing ST, st tychus, stranded, startor, story as if the vagina is winning his thing reducing the size of his thing.Judges, joshua, james, john, james Eight JE-st, jestugo, mchezo, play, valley of jehoshaphat, kijeli is irony, jelly.
Genesis, Gidions Eight GE, Gelectrics, gemchezo, generatoration, gem stone GS, good samaritan, greekevin, gikuyou, german, guyan society, gay songs, society.
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muslim philosophy to leave using tissue
If you got to be a Muslim to wipe your ass you got to do some exercise, you bent your second finger from the thumb like making a square between the first 2 bent then after you have taken a shit you scoop kinda the remains of the fecal matter then you dont rinks with water but take water with your hands like you wanna drink and hurl into the ass-hole to clean so that you dont sprinkle water on your booty mixed with fices/mafi to smell or stink fice. And in a dark place if you got some corps of animal if you do that you hear the cracking sound like a wrapped polythene bag is being open meaning they are being converted to machine and machines are made that way. No jokes folks.
hope message Women takes a little time to get it, take a little time x2- to get it, just have that in mind even if am a freek in sheets.
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Me kevin I have never been to the USA, the greencard on my facebook belongs to kevin sumba ks, i just omitted the name sumba and replaced it with nelson mondy using computer program using an IT specialist. There is no evidence as there is no evidence of blood grouping, dna, rna, BMI and fingerprints. I just wanted to became rich by saying NMSU and WSU universities had my money gotten from
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. My friends i have just been to rwanda and visited canada 4 one months. Being in the USA was just a hoax to gain reputation. If you call jail mates they wont recognize me coz i have lost almost half of my body weight.
I dont want to be in a country which uses money loundring tectnics to build by promoting violence in other nations then they loot and since they own those scrap metal dealarship they sell back these gates, doors, windows expensively in the aftermath. Am better off this way coz i have found new way to live which is very simple. I a nutshell i have simplify my life- a friend is helping me put this down.
Planes are identified since they got blinking light, under see let the pilot switch them off. Blinking at night BAN, labantu, burn- king of the jew. Blinking light BL, big, black lips, blasphemy, blonde.
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Am going to buy electric motor, dynamore and stator but hang them outside and let us sit on a round table discuss how big bodied people will pull them down and read the pictures from the internet on how to generate power then make these things the same way i was kidnaped and jacob okota, kadogo, tot, adrian and manuel went to the cyber downloaded the same and gave me in my being idle and i had to go through them and when i went to shower they took them oblivious of the fact the they were from the internet. They went to cybers in kisii town. So they were very jubiliant, the kisiis, luo and luya dat a man becames more intuitive when he is custody just like malcom x was. I mean they can think better.
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Jesusnakevineth father joseph the capentor from bar kalare baro bao, mother mary of palmers hotel. Trump and kim seeing each other as much as may and macron. North korea humbling themselves coz there is nothing in that country. Her citizens eat through online cash that is 2goinvoice.com and bullishtrade. You can see by yourself the frustrations kim is undergoing bro. Jesusophiadull was christ mothers name or jesusnakenyattadul. Obama wanna come to africah coz his scrap metal dealership is meeting competion from newly opened as much as kim and truth. Infact malia was seen in miami waiting for the cash and obama getting furious to the point of organising kidnaps and brutal killings for people who want to invest in such. Big shame BS, bur sianda men are the supreme culprits.
Jesusnakevineth father joseph the capentor from bar kalare baro bao, mother mary of palmers hotel. Trump and kim seeing each other as much as may and macron. North korea humbling themselves coz there is nothing in that country. Her citizens eat through online cash that is
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and bullishtrade. You can see by yourself the frustrations kim is undergoing bro. Jesusophiadull was christ mothers name or jesusnakenyattadul. Dont come up with your own sentiments, dont say i want to occupy this parliamentary or congress seat, it will make the bandits to be on me like nothing else. People wait until the list of all the nominee are printed the be on me, find my name on the print first, folks in a nutshell look first b4 you leap. Think beyond your nose. Revelation five rf, rasa fat, flaby, rev tano RT rasa tychus, tz, togo the root of david who have the discerning spirit of what has happened or what wierd they want to do next after you partake rosted ground nuts gn- road to emaus with christ. If you take the photo of someone who was cut with panga and kinda you know him, by eating njungu you get the picture on the air who that person who cut him, we called it taswira in swahili. Good samaritan, weed parable, Jesus the rabbi, teacher, cheater, wichita bwana. The cia give such to everyone in the country then by partaking the ground nuts you have the picture of all those responsible for that weird act. My facebook name is kevin monde check it out folks and wandeterading ombuorading Son of david have mercy on us, the demondi posessed man with christo, it was David who killed Godliath as lia is cryeast in swahili not his friend who had a gun who shot him from below or beside or behind now the philistin will be on us, just have mercy on us bro. Nyasayesus, NY is empire state es, yesus.
Jesusnakevineth father joseph the capentor from bar kalare baro bao, mother mary of palmers hotel. Trump and kim seeing each other as much as may and macron. North korea humbling themselves coz there is nothing in that country. Her citizens eat through online cash that is
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and bullishtrade. You can see by yourself the frustrations kim is undergoing bro. Jesusophiadull was christ mothers name or jesusnakenyattadul. Obama wanna come to africah coz his scrap metal dealership is meeting competion from newly opened as much as kim and truth. Infact malia was seen in miami waiting for the cash and obama getting furious to the point of organising kidnaps and brutal killings for people who want to invest in such. Big shame BS, bur sianda men are the supreme culprits.
The nigerian oil is not that much thats why the refinery is not built in the nation so that the truth never dawns. 70% of nigerias economy is built via bulishtrade and 2goinvoice. When you want to connect your paypal a/c with your different bank cards you wait until the 6 th minute- the curtain was torn into two in the temple after christ demise- from the time in the bank the card was given to you. The connection only occurs or can be done at the end of the 5 th hr which the bank bars you from doing by connecting it before you by simply opening a paypal a/c and connecting it a head of you. Time it even when it hasnt reach exactly 6 th hr, start doing it from the last minutes of the 5 th hr to succeed. Banks does this out of jealousy and two, so that the paypal thing is redundant and you find some money to open another one. Dust is the serpent food with christ. The obama and likes wants the Nigro divas to come to africah, so they go out their way to organise teroristic activity and they use the money gotten to build premises and houses to attract these beauties and two they wanna come and sleep with them this side coz someone like obam when he sleeps with them in americah it will be known and otherwise tint his image or name. Morever Uganda, tz and some kenya divas are organised to sleep with the like of obamacron when they visit africa in that that hotel room morever to pick money- their share. In AU they discus terorism in ther earpiece, should be put to public to hear like in the kenyan parliament currently. These presidents cant steel elections nomore and they will be poor president so the merge and discuss their rich exit bro. This like pulse rate machine, bmi, blood grouping and fingerprints are in place to curb their overstay in power through stealing or rigging of votes bwana, donge joluo, collins uttering in eeh in mshangao, amusement.
They have given you headache to the point of wanting to kill you, so if justice want to surface they look at you with kitten like face, the still not relenting wanting you to get into their jig/dance or simply their absurdities. The tribe of simeonelson tos, tossing a coin, tosha, enough has killed so many in his ginger rather anger in genesis 49 or deuteronomy 33. The people who transform and get into his belly, killed them in the stomach, ten minas parable- you can google the chapters above folks. Also through posting nude photos of women in the youtube, for example divasgram and on facebook at his a/c kevinelsonmondy wandeterading ombuorading- the ndethe women in their thongs and showed many people how to get money online through
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and
www.2goinvoice
which is blessing in disguise to the techno-savvy but who uses the free money to sponsor vita/violence and terorism or inter-estates fights like east and west side thing in a mericah. Sponsoring bad boys to literally kill in brutal solidary as to cut with machete/panga or beat up other fellows. The nigerian oil is not that much thats why the refinery is not built in the nation so that the truth never dawns. 70% of nigerias economy is built via bulishtrade and 2goinvoice. When you want to connect your paypal a/c with your different bank cards you wait until the 6 th minute- the curtain was torn into two in the temple after christ demise- from the time in the bank the card was given to you.
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He has given me dick to fuck, i sing to hosana praise the lord, Noel saying within his heart in the bible study, Olimpadul say in soliloquey, he has given me big big booty to be caressed, oh osingo sana praise the lord- the maltitude shouting like kevinelson. Minaj in NY insinuates he has given me bankable and flaby lips to be kissed, osingo sana lets praise the lord, brook singing, he has given me big and nice breast to be touched, ohsingosana lets praise the lord, J-LO saying he has given me good-looking and well comb pussy to be fucked, ohsingosana congregation lets praise the lord and Lords name to be praise. click this link bro beside
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In the begging satan/devaura gave Godliath power and sent him to create the earth. God is dead philosophy and thats why the jew people wants to kill the root of david because david was the one who killed Godliath whom satan had given power to create whats on earth but not the earth coz it was there but void and without shape. It had no light it was dark. Godliath was given immense power to create the earth the way he wants with everything therein. The hebrewomen changed the bible for Good even blasphemies in deuteronomy were list not one but removed coz people could have not worshiped God but just dwindling on the blasphemy to escape hell. It was error of complete reversal mtu wangu.
Adam and Eve deceiver was Raila- worker and vineyard parable- he had luyah/sweet bwana blood as the curse, kamba among others. He had grandchildren and many wives as children so the curse was that he will not die unless beaten or accidents and was extended to his grandsons as well and wives as sons. This was at the epicenter of the middle of the Garden which is the tropical lands tl, the lion, liar or equotorial lands EL, yel at nyandiwa, nyani/monkey haioni kundule which is red at bar kalarediandians in Gem kenya. The monkey took their clothes while they were making love in the dronding- king of the jewomen. Men like women strong, i will make, as the bible promises also israel will rise up just like in south africah the hills have risen up. They were in slavery in egypt 4 400 years so they knew automation and they became indipendent. The jew family includes joseph as french father ff, they gave him women from mars from the hole- many wives, mfalme wa yawhodi, zebulan is buljeria, simba wa yougoslavia with gossips as the lion of judah, dan is luthuolnia, Guard is russia, benjamin is japan, rueben is belgium, asher is finland, isachar is spain, naftali is itali, simeon is siberia etc
God curse to adams deceiver was that he will be like snakes meaning there were snakes b4 not that at that time they became snakes.
Rod of david ROD as sex they love in revelation five rf, at that time the root of David was one person not a clan or a family. Indians can see what you are seeing at that time but not tomorrow, next week or year. It is fore-boarding spirit of to foretell the future. Sorcerers foretell the future so if so they are socerers as the magi-ikuyou, magicians. In Solomons or davids reign everything was pure Gold so if you love Good things they purpote you are davids root, so by looking they kill you in their game called illuominatea. David was also sharp so they kill the root of david who loves to look at things just like their grandfather to eliminate fully davids roots/mizizi.
My posts on youtube are found on the 1st 10 photos of each bar on youtube, i comment going down. you can locate them at these organisations. Google branches of UN and copy paste each on youtube submit and find my posts, psi, igad, icepea, world 20 best hotels, car companies of the world, as well as boats, motor bike, aeroplain, electronic company eg LG, fast foods company of the world eg wendies and spangles, best supermarkets of the world eg walmart, Trump with puttin, may, french president, german chancelor, banki moon and vice versa, tyra banks show, ophra winfrey show, trump meeting asian, North American leaders, african, latin american leaders, EU, ecowas, comesa, minaj, eminem, wiz khalifa, j-lo, beyonce, justin bierber songs, davido, wiz kids, rehanna and diamond songs , churchil raw, live, kevin hurt show among many. Folks get them there incase of my demise.
Trump and uhuru meets in washington DC shortly terror attack at riverside nairobi, shortly again obama barracks want to pay east africa a vist, not long enough the money at riverside is gotten in briefcase in central kenya which obama wanted to pocket. They organised terroristic attack in hotel with rich people loaded with cash in their laggages. Same to malaysian air which wesley nolen and his likes managed to bring down, swiss president meets uhuru shortly terror attack in Brussels train transit then he heads to usa to get his share. French president also wanted his share, the money was not fake it was real that was their printing to swindle the public if the truth dawns. They are terrorists same to the kenya post election violence victims who were killed in the bus and wa kenyatta was the planer as insinuated by waki philips tv commission.
When
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is disenebled the huge populated countries like india and pakistan, france, Germoney want to go to war with each other to confuse the public as they cant now feed their ego or population but still wants to maintain their reputation. The rich elites wants to maintain the status quo by eliminating the inteligent poor ip- ipo, hips. This goes as far as siren gas or nuclear war heads.
They are still tougheaded, they still want to kidnap me. Within the kid nap they bring corpse so i make jets for them, when i tell them planes uses gas, they withdraw machete wanting to cut me with. Oumamolodingagwambo and his like like witch doctor okota of homa bey. Sophia let me mummor quitely on my food or when am eating, stop being an intruder Ai or stop disturbence. We angunyi moss e-chiemba bwana jawuolo ni rather jawuoro as mchoyo, rd to emaus with christ. Wacha ni ngurume pole pole katika chakula changu, wacha ulafi bwana akweri-donge luo.
click these links and get my full picture and then rest raila tell him to remove the shoe and we check the toe by removing his shoes. He got missing toe-king of the jew and got bewitching gap on the upper teeth.
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Click these links and get to read the comments under kevin nelson who is me on my post on these you tube links
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click this link friends and read all after my edition 1st to 6th post downward to get the full picture. Copy paste links dat starts with https, you can put them in google bar and then you submit to see the real and full information. Under search the web category or search with google or enter address option. see how power is produced using a motor and a generator stater
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This the felow that changes to uhuru kenyatta during the lounch of TNA party.. click this link for more infor:
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If you want to remove your phone number in facebook as the recovery option your scrol down your fb page on your phone, then click privacy and setting icon then click personal information bar pi, then click remove phone number then it will signal you, cant do that b4 you add a new phone no or an email address. If you add a new email address which was closed by google a long time that if you log in it shows you that google cant recognise it or if you go back to your fb a/c and you delete dat a/c to service then you can log into dat a/c using the password alone- mfalme wa yawhodi- which if you forget dat passcord you can neither send a cord to dat phone no or recovery email option. You will never get into dat a/c again but if you open a new fb a/c and you input your former fb name then you can only be able to see your profile nothing else. Shame to mark zukerbag, dat what he ope to invest in and tell people in print or when he visit your city not going to a restaurant well be4 lunchtime as early enough.
With me i open my fb a/c using the phone no and friend pretend you are me and log into fb using my phone no 0718465053 and then on the password option input camelzebra or just guess eny passcord lets say amomollo or anything and log in. It will tell you dat the password dat you’ve entered is incorect, forgotten password? Then click on recover your a/c- worker parable then it will show you the options to recover. At this time is when you came to tell if a person got one recovery option with the number or email or non if he used email not number to open the fb A/C. Dont follow with a panga at night running doing your back like a snake who has been hitten with a big stone or i took part of your loaf, sima or meat stew. When recovery is email then when is deleted you cant as well recover dat a/c. You can check dat email with opening a gmail a/c and do the same as i did above with fb to also check on the recovery options under it and try to recover it which if you cant as well you cant log into dat fb a/c again.
My email is
and pasword is southafrica12
If you got some money and not going to church the church pastors search for you and the pay other folks to facilitate their agendas like boda boda riders, the beat you up and the next somebody the have sent to you by meeting tells you christ things so you channel your way to church in that your life will change, people wont follow you. After you visit the church they tell the same folks the sponsor to slow down on you, so you stop to witness such occurrence and your friends and children will follow suit to attract others to church. The want your offering plus your wife and kids, thats why they ask you, u aint married yet to add more money to their bucket as tiths and offering. Abraham wanted to kill Isaac coz he took church offering he left on the stone alter. The recovery email is
for the email named above.
Ruto behind kevins beating, the fellow who help beat him up was a huge dude not the one who is a round- malachi five- who to the people who long to see the day of the lord. Museveni kaguta mk, mkora, mkate, matako kenyatta as well is behind this, matako kalenjins.
I eat is in you hse you insinuate, kendo nagoyo madongo, nilikuwa nakula kubwa kubwa, sema chenye unataka rose, and presicely partly is the reason why am supply and somehow fat as healthy, tum gimidwalo, nega kiero. Folks are you sure if you kill big kev, you will get his things, it amounts to absolute nothing if you dont manage to withdraw him his with pulse rate machine in mind, bmi and blood group after his death. It will only benefit you if you can delete his shit in facebook which he has disenabled by using an email address he know not, just guessed a long one at the time of opening say a long biological word as phylumcodatachiropractor and added some numbers by dialing the number sections on the keyboard at a/c opening time without looking and submit and the fb a/c was opened and with password he copy pasted a word in fish ferming in agentina which he knows not, so after signing off he cant get back to that a/c as per the reason laid above.
Click these links below bro about fish farming in argentina or just google it
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The password rest within these word b4 adding some numbers without seeing, or he just pressed rapidly.
Please BE CAREFUL this the password he pested adding 345 with other two numbers.
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The get into the same plane for example boeng 777, they get into the basement at JKIA and they are tought how to cut wires with plies that if are connected makes the plane fall. These people transform into rodents and again in the laggage center transform to people to cut the said wires, the likes of raila, another sheila who fell from US navy ship now with redened eyes, and susan who owns a pub in ksm. They fell the 1st malaysian air, the red bus from western to Nairobi snd now the Ethiopian air liasing with indians, uhuru, obama, museveni and ruto in the mix among many other individuals. How do i know folks? If you know the named above, if you got some rapport with them, if you partake big brown ground nuts, by looking at the picture of the accident, for example the ethiopian airways on the net, you see the whole drama plus those who planned it on air, just like an alcoholic sees his own things when drunk but to you is real. Mfalme wa yawhodi. Nigros are the ones responsible for all these coz they promise these people love by saying they are this and that tribe. This push the tribe to get money in anyway possible to the point of committing crime. They go to the point of saying they wanna come back making these fellaz zealous. This is two fold, the want these people to be killed to reduce the population for them to come and enjoy or build for selected divas hotel, house and premises to please them. The french, norwergians, Germans, britons, spanish knows clearly which part of the earth they got these people from and history is bold enough to tell us the whole occurence but they will be rude and not accept, so at the end of the day is the white man. Arabs were also there b4 so they can clarify where the nigros were got- goat parable, church you can google please. Luya also share the brunt, they know how to get money online at
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and the software at weed weed ww cyber and how to connect paypal a/c with bank a/c at the last minutes of fifth hr from the time the card was given to you, not one card but many cards as much as junior a/cs who the lion of judah tribe in genesis 49 got that name from but still working for wahindi even after some of them have done that, evident by their resignation from hindu hard jobs and buying their own tuk tuk and motor bikes. The ones who are still working can enquire from those who have resigned and leave working for the hindu so that they get other indians like them to work for them, even people watching premiere leagues should stop coz they are facilitating money loundring as those matches are payed with the invoice cash, the officials get money from the a/c and thats what they do in their offices all day long- i mean they have been targeted. Ethiopia and Malaysia annihilate these motherfuckers, cutthroat dogs, know nothing but priding themselves people, people who dont liesten, whose backs are bents as prophet isiah pi says let their backs be bent forever in the biblia.He gets into someone who is traveling to Ethiopia or malaysia and the get to that plane whom they want to fell inside someone who also changes as them and when the plane lights put off the change to rodents at the back seat, get that pliers or bomb in the laggage and fell the plane but with them they are safe out of transforming into rodents hidding in a coolar or the black box waiting to be saved, they can even change to fish and swim. With BMI matchine do not forgive them as the bible says.
They even operate people who they have organised travel 4, and put bomb inside the bell the likes of raila plays with it by hidding it more when the felled is being scanned at the entrance or at the way leading to boarding the plane. He takes it to the spinol cord, back coz the sensor sense the sides and front more, but when you move as getting off the matchine, they talk to him and move it towards the belly so it is not detected. The luos have became terorists. The uk, france, usa, italy should have a go slow as standstill in their operations as their economy is driven via 2goinvoice.
These fellas have been target as they have been given daily 2goinvoice target to withdraw from, i.e the fifa officials.
Let the plane have bright lights on the laggage center to bar these fellas who change from transfiguring or let welding machine be incorporated and the wire emanating from the matchine be zigzaged allove the laggage unit to electrocute these individuals, let the feaces fall to the air not getting into the sewer chamber of the plane in the cargo carrying unit. They use the lavarate to flash gadgets down and that someone down gets into the chamber and gets it. Let that be abolished. As a passanger boarding the plane, let your legs be fitted with a scanner or sensoring gadget so you dont change as it will be known. The rule of the thumb is those who change are not partaker of sour things st, soda should be administered in the airpoart to see those who cant drink sour solution so that the gadget to be fixed on them to avoid transfiguring at night in the plane for other purposes unknown to us, for example the fanta soda can do that.
They even use match box size drills gotten from neel deep hardware in ksm to perforate holes into the gas cylinder to fall the plane- the hindu and the British and precisely thats why they brought them in East Africa. After the plane falls the money gotten is used to buy players at English premiership. Who to those who trust in Egypt in the book of isiah and i will humble Egypt in the book of Jeremiah and Ezekiel who was kierehere.
The dashboard section of the plane ought to have hard wires so the likes of raila dont cut them with pliers to confuse the pilots leading to plane loosing control then crushing and should as well be fitted with cameras, not to mention the luggage side to see who is there and going on- king of the jew beside incorporating whigh voltage wires to electrocute those who transfigure. Who to the people who long to see the day of the lord in malachi four. When this is put in place fellas you wont hear of rampant plane crush pc- pier cianda, chinis, cynthia, collins, pagamum church etc.
African countries should not operate planes, e.g, kenya, uganda, tz airways among many other poor nations because they are curious but not engineers at all, they scrutinize the plane which in other-way makes it not safe for travel hence planes fall. They wanna know more about the the plane crush. The aero-plane company e.g, rolls roy, boeng, air bus should not sale planes but operate these planes in every nation en themselves to avoid scrutiny and plane crush or just simply such happenings or occurrences.
Plane companies should talk the next day in the media but when the ground crew puts cut hack saw somewhere down there and then tell the changer where is located to use it to cut wires that leads to the pilot sector to fall the plane. To me its a cartel and with my explanation the deal has gone sour. When the money in the plane surpasses the money which was used to buy the plane even three times, what is the loss folks to the company and at the same time benefit to the beneficiaries of the deceased as the will be compensated as much as when the plane is insured we will get new plane. What is Mr trump?
Stop laughing when something is critical or looking in the news paper by the photos you have taken as if looking in owe or amusement, as if your deal has gone sour or that someone has hit a mega jackpot and you want to share in his happiness. Friends, pro-act, send missiles to stipa in ksm where they partly train people to fall planes. When one is a terrorist he lacks respect, look at you directly in the eye until you vanish and his eyes on the upper eye lids curves up like wanting to form a triangle. That how they are known. Morever terorists kidnap people without proper reasons and when truth surface they deviate in their reasoning. World reduce electricity to 50 volts for houses to thwart AE technologis coz people are testing 120V-250V motors. Flouresent and energy saver uses between 30-50 volts, Radio and TV uses 24v as much as laptops. Why cant we reduce electricity to 50 volts. Well how will fridge work or cooker let them be fitted with step up transformer to transform 50 volts to maybe 120V or 250V then this pride will vanish, believe me you fellas.
People should not be killed but funded, many got big idea in later years if you kill them early like they wanted to kill Nelson Monde, you wount have heard all these. So killing people is white man idea to rob the earth more knowledge and so that the killed people spirit hovers around and help them locate what other dedicated fellas are up to.
Look like a child stop looking at someone in the eye all through like you disrespect him or he has known your bad side or deeds.
Kenya is rich they say, picture your car with you and they locate its price these side and how much money can do in Africa, stop all these silly scrap. But dont just buy a fake care and take photos with it giving Africans hope that you are that side and we are these side and we got nice cars than you then America is just good in TV. Developed world should crush cars which look like for the poor period. Indians add women period to sources, UN and KEBS should pro-act. Shoes inside got something like half size hack saw glued inside the soul- shindiyo. EHH-vivyo hivyo-donge omera.
The USA leaving Venezuela coz now there is nothing in that country which they were upto out of AE technologies in kevin monde facebook a/c, view using your phone as well as arabia world and they have realize all kev is saying is in youtube and he has well provided the gmail a/c he used to comment on youtube and the pasword as well as the recovery option. Now they cant kidnap him coz he removed the phone number.
Sonko is giving toy market 5 million coz he twitted me its over and blocked and he cant stand to see that happening, i mean he is ready to die and he is using that platform to tell the world something as well as wa kenyatta potraying indirectly how kikuyou are criminal with him he is malagasian. How do we know folks? By their small, tiny teeths.
The women whose body was chopped into parts in Eldoret, i dont know kitale was cut by power saw ps by asenol who is a tuitor in taxi business among many others- just eat ground nuts and see the complete picture by looking at that incident on youtube or newspaper provided you know the culprits.
Atm should be fitted with BMI to avoid bank theft or the bank ought to buy pulse rate machine as well as bmi to identify its customers. When they kill all of your next of kin, the bank has a holiday to share your money if they manage to kill you. A software should be provided to enable you check the money online and you can post it on facebook or twitter for friends to find if that money has been withdrawn in-case of your demise. It should just be there even if you die a natural death, the government either should not take it as bond coz also them can kill ya.
French president has come to collect his share of the ethiopian air as to the ksh 20M of harambe stars. Check the newspaper fellaz.Hellen rasta wazungus as much as barry of highway and now Australia were part of the plot as much as hindu to induct the luos on how to fall the boeng plane so that its customers shift attention to Europe. Macron Emanuel twitted me that, he is partly Hindu, he sees what you are seeing at the same time not an hour later or tomorrow. How can they give you blue carpent treatment while stile serving then they left you in owe- the salary minimal utters obamaitchel. We must do anything under the sun or we must go out our way to get mone as money.
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