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diggersofgraves · 2 years

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fucking hate when someone calls out other ppl for appropriating latino culture or making fun of some aspect of it. and then in comes some random ass latino, "we dont care abt this, we're laughing with them, we're not sensitive 🙄"

bitch First of all, stand the fuck up for yourself. they made a fucking joke at ur expense and they continuously do it and u wanna laugh with them 🥺

and its not just at ur expense. its at the expense of ur parents. siblings. friends?? if as a latino you've never experienced aggressions or had ppl already decided ur not trustworthy or speak to you like a child bc they assume u dont speak english or call you names or have police target ur dad and push him around when he's just walking or claiming that ur mom had drugs on her on a random ass stop bc for what fucking reason, idk, but it fucking happens or getting referred to as "you people" constantly paired with just an awful assumption abt "you ppl" or bullied for an accent ir not speaking english.

thats great for you. im really glad you didnt have to deal with that, specifically if u grew up in the US, but honestly, anywhere else where these might present as problems.

but this whole "latinos aren't sensitive 🥺 not like other ppl" shut up shut up shut up

BC the Second thing im talking abt is the fucking rude ass implications always attached to that fucking statement. these people always bring up "being sensitive" and "other people". underhandedly undermining the progress and valid statements and concerns and violence brought up by other racial and ethnic minorities. theyre speaking out abt their experiences and the unfairness of it and in comes this fucking guy, claiming its ppl being sensitive and they can't take a joke, but he can so he's better and he's different. YOU HEAR THAT, WHITE PPL??? HE'S DIFFERENT!! YOU GOT THAT?? UR SURE??

literally fuck you dude, you'd rather laugh next to an oppressor than the black, brown, or indigenous person who's speaking abt the endless struggles that the oppressor ur standing next to causes that makes their lives difficult and, many times, dangerous. good job, ur just like them now, im pretty sure thats what u want? like genuinely, thats what u want?? did they choose u??

and yeah, Third, bc despite the fact that its not obviously there sometimes, the fucking anti-blackness/racism in these statements and occurrences and within the community as a whole. your experiences as a white latino or even as "mestizo" (i dont particularly like using that word to describe myself or others bc of its roots in the spanish caste system, but I don't have a better word, if anyone can help out there, I'd appreciate it very much <3) dont encompass all latino experience within the US OR within the country your family might have immigrated from. talk to your fellow afro latinos and indigenous members of the community. even if you're dont experience any struggles to speak abt, if ur families doesnt, listen to other people in ur community and be a fucking ally. fucking idiot

my Fourth and probably final point is documentation status within the US. if u came into the US with documents, if u were born in the US, etc etc. thats privilege baby. i guarantee you ur experiences as a documented latino is going to be different than the experiences as an undocumented latino.

there are resources you can reach when ur a citizen that are unavailable to undocumented ppl. and not just latinos in this case, i mean from all over the world, but especially if ur a racial/ethnic minority in the US.

my mom came to the US undocumented. she was getting that shit ready when my family had a fallout and we became homeless. the fucking. obstacle's she had to go through to access resources were fucking crazy. many many times they didn't want to offer these resources to her or us simply based on her undocumented status. many many assumptions were made abt her and our family. she was taken advantage of in jobs and programs.

the problems didnt exactly stop when she finally became a resident, but that weight was so so so much lighter on her after that. we finally had access to resources they refused her before and things became much easier.

I know that as someone who was born in the US, im already less likely to face such events that my mom did. that's privilege already.

if u go to or went to a majority latino school, there might be a chance that there are students who recently came from latin america, maybe within the last year or few months or weeks (my hs school had new students come in every couple of months). pay attention to how they're treated. not just by students, but by the staff. there is discrimination going on there. teachers might make little comments, call them lazy, stupid. its not funny. speak up for them. these teachers are making nasty comments in english when the students usually dont grasp the language so well yet, they JUST moved there. if you dont need to speak up for yourself, fine, speak up for others.

making jokes out of latino struggles reinforces stereotypes and its not you on the bad end of them bc ur laughing with the white man on the otherside. but there are still members from ur own community that might fit some of the stereotypes (bc ur reinforcing these stereotypes by making fun of the CULTURE, our actual way of life) and thats enough for some racist or xenophobic asshole to grasp onto and make a persons day or life a little shittier.

ur not the only person in ur community. there are actually communities out there, latino ppl who speak up on the issues ur laughing abt. in laughing with the oppressor, ur undermining ur community. fuck off dude, fr.

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sw4tch · 2 years

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6th moon knight rewatch... Done!

Which means I get to debunk my own thought that the one that asked the lady from ep 1 on a date was Jake lol

So, I'm still skeptical of how much spanish they'll have Jake speak normally in a s2 (bcus in the end, their main audience is american right? I hear that americans arent too fond of reading subtitles lol) so my first thought had been

"Oh! Marc never mentions asking out that lady on a date, and he's clearly still very in love with Layla, so the obvious choice is Jake being interested in her and asking her out without either of them knowing"

Because ok, i was assuming Jake would also speak english bcus of the aforementioned reasons and Steven had just happened to find out about the date with how the alters' lives had become entangled now, and yadda yadda.

BUT on this rewatch, in which i got to give MY FULL ATTENTION to every single detail (because i didn't have to just play it in the bg as I worked)- It has come to my attention that the explanation is quite different!

Steven actually mentions that he knew that lady and that he'd been interested in her! And that suddenly he didn't even have to do anything to ask her out on a date, she did it herself (from his point of view at least) and i just!!!!!!

God!!!!!!!!!!!!

This means that Marc was actually the one that asked her on a date BECAUSE HE KNEW STEVEN WAS CRUSHING ON HER AND HE WOULD BE TOO AWKWARD/SHY TO ASK HER OUT!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! HE WAS PLAYING WINGMAN BCUS HE WANTED SOMETHING GOOD FOR STEVEN!!!!!

which makes absolutely PERFECT sense, given that it's also really lowkey implied that the one that sends Steven postcards "from his mom" is Marc simply buying postcards from the museum and signing them as "mom".

Fuck!!!!!! Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!! MARC... MARC REALLY... WAS DOING THE MOST TO KEEP STEVEN HAPPY HUH.....!!!! HUH!!!!!!!!!

(Crumbles on the floor, sobbing).

Anyway, after that delightful realization, my hopes are UP regarding Jake Lockley and his spanish. The one moment that kept me going "aw man but he will only speak spanish sometimes" was the date thing, AND NOW THAT IT HAS BEEN DEBUNKED....!

This means Jake Lockley speaking spanish 100% of time IS STILL ON THE TABLE BABEYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! With 25% more hopes up! Bcus i still dont trust that they will not make him speak english at all given their audience!!

But still, JAKE HABLANDO ESPAÑOL 100% REAL NO FEIK !!! JAKE LATINO NUMBER 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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anyway. I'm really happy i got to rewatch this series again right now.

These past few days have been so hard on me. Given that I'm visiting my mother. And it has been. Bad. Bad for my mental health.

So finding solace in it.

Was nice.

It's childish i guess but. Gotta conjure all the will to live i can u know?

And the possibility of s2 and my extreme love for moon knight are... Are really keeping me going these days!

Perhaps, if i keep... Immersing myself in silly fictions, then i can forget more easily, whatever is going on in my life.

What a childish way of thinking.

Real life troubles can't just be wished away.

...But we can try right?

It's okay Snaily. We gotta do whatever we can to stay strong yes? There's so shame in that. There's no need to be ashamed of that.

I like the way you are in any case.

Ah.

I really want a s2 of mk... come home Jake Lockley, te quiero mucho

#snaily blabber #q

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader!

Collage by @realremyd

[Next chapter]

Part 1

You had always wanted to travel through Europe. You wanted to see those streets at least once in your life. Meet the people, attention the languages, taste the food, and maybe even do a little shopping in certain cities.

Your friend, Wanda Maximoff, came from a rather unknown country called Sokovia. When you had told her about your trip, she had brought it up. She hadn't been back home since she left, but she remembered it well. She suggested some places to go if you ever stopped by. You made a mental note to drop by her home country for her sake.

Sokovia was a declining country. It had its fair share of issues and problems, but it was still out there waiting to be discovered. The least you could do was visit on your travels.

You had passed through Spain and France, spent a few extra days in Gemany, stopping by the Netherlands to see Amsterdam. You have lost count of the photos you had taken in Austria, and it was as your stay in Poland was coming to an end when you remembered about Sokovia. The other countries you had planned to pass through would have to wait. You spent your last night Poland planning the flyover to Sokovia, luckily finding a flight that will take you to the capital.

In your pocket you kept the list of places Wanda and suggested, her hoping most of them were still there. You would of course take pictures for her.

The plane landed and you exited the airport. You wanted to see the city. A cab station near by grabbed your attention, so you hurried over. You asked the driver of the nearest cab to drop you off in the city centre. He did.

Looking around Novi Grad, you were taken in. The city was old. People were going about their business, but some even turned to smile at you as you walked along. You took in the area, admiring the buildings and the people. You were impressed and in awe with the city.

You keep an eye out for somewhere to stay, checking Wanda's list as you go incase you spot one of the places on it.

You're not sure how long you have been strolling the streets when something catches your eye. It's not a very big building, but it stands out. A restaurant. A Spanish restaurant. You smile. Spain was one of your first stops when you got to Europe, the food was one of your favourite parts.

You realise just how hungry you are. You hadn't eaten anything since before your flight. The door is open and it looks like a good place to stop.

You look up at the sign as you get closer to it. Gold letters on a purple background. There was something elegant about it.

Escorpión Morado

You look at your list quickly. It's on there. Purple Scorpion. Wanda knew about this place. You put away the list, grab your camera, and stand far enough away to get a shot of the exterior. You smile at the outcome.

Outside there were a few tables. Four, to be exact. They had a nice view of the courtyard just in front of the restaurant. The entrance was two narrow double doors, opened wide to let air into the shop, and allowing easy access for the customers to come and go. The shop being on the corner of the street allowed a view on either side theiugh the large windows. On each window was the name of the restaurant in faint lettering. You could see inside, but decided you could admire it better by going in.

Entering the restaurant, you were welcomed with a certain warmth. It wasn't too busy, but there was still several people here, enjoying themselves. You took a picture of the inside.

The inside was nice and open, plenty of room to move around. A bar was situated at the far end, a couple of people sitting at it. You walked over the polished floor and made your way to the back. You pick a stool and sit down, looking up at the menu. There were plenty of options.

"What can I get for you?" A voice asks, coming over to you. You turn your head to see who was speaking, your voice suddenly doesn't want to work.

The man comes to stop in front of you. Brown hair swept to the side, dark brown eyes, sparkling with amusement, a smile tugging at his lips. His shirt sleeves were pushed back up to his elbows, and apron was around his waist. He had very clearly just been in the kitchen.

He tilts his head to the side slightly. You had yet to answer him.

"Are you alright?" He asks. "English?"

Oh, he thought you didn't understand.

"Um, yes. I speak English. I'm sorry, I'm fine," you feel embarrassed, shuffling on the stool slightly.

"That's alright. What can I get for you?" He asks, offering a friendly smile.

You glance up at the menu again. "What do you reccomend?"

As you glance back, you see his smile widen. You had eaten tapas while you were in Spain, but you found yourself wanting to hear him speak again. There was something about his accent that was satisfying.

"Since I haven't see you around here before, I'll make a special for you. How does that sound?"

"That sounds lovely, thank you."

He smiles and leaves you to go and make it himself. You look around the restaurant again while you wait.

On the wall just off to the side, there was a plaque. You get up and walk over to it, wanting to read what was on it. There was a photo above the plaque that caught your attention first. An older gentleman, dressed smartly and looking proud. You read the plaque to find out who he is.

Or was.

Heinrich Zemo

Founder of Escorpión Morado.

He died a few years ago, leaving the restaurant to his son, Helmut Zemo. There was no photo of his son, but you assumed he was here somewhere.

Actually, looking at the photo, you could awe some semblance with the man who had served you. Was he the owner?

You look at the plaque once more before going back sit down. The atmosphere in here was nice. You could see yourself coming here every day just to pass time. It certainly seemed like a favourite spot for these people.

You smiled as you glanced over the few people gathered here. A couple by the window, just looking out at people passing by. A man sitting at the bar talking to one of the staff members, they seemed to be enjoying themselves. There were a couple of families taking up tables here and there.

It was very relaxing here.

You turn back around when the man returns, he puts the dish down in front of you and smiles. It looks delicious, just like the one you had back in Spain.

He stands there as you take your first bite.

You stop and look at him as soon as the food touches your tongue. It's amazing. You smile as you eat it, nodding at him, impressed.

"This is the best tapas I've ever eaten."

He looks really pleased with himself.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, especially since I was Spain not that long ago." You go for another bite.

"A traveller?"

"Yeah. I always wanted to see Europe, so I've been saving like crazy and here I am."

He leans against the counter, seemingly interested in this information. You're not complaining, he is definitely attractive company.

"And you found yourself here of all places."

"I have a friend who comes from Sokovia. She had mentioned it to me before I left for my trip, the least I could do was come and see," you told him, still enjoying your meal.

"Sokovia isn't exactly a popular destination, but I welcome you all the same. I also welcome you to my restaurant."

"Ah, so you are Helmut Zemo? I was reading the plaque over there," you said, nodding over at the wall.

"The one and only. Do I get the honour of your name?"

"So you ask all your customers for their names?" You ask, smiling at him.

"Only the really interesting ones."

"Interesting? I've been here all of five minutes. What makes you think I'm interesting?"

"When you work in a business like this, you get to know who is interesting or not. It comes with the territory. Also, moat of my customers are locals, so anyone from outside the country has to be interesting in some way," he crosses his arms and looks at you smugly.

"I see," you chuckle.

"Is that a no, then?"

"Y/N. My name is Y/N," you reply rather bashful.

"Y/N, lovely."

The way he says it with his accent makes a shiver run down your spine. You had a sudden need for him to say it again, but you also had to remember to be a normal human being who isn't going to freak out the lovely man they just met.

"Your meal is on the house."

You look up at him sharply.

"Oh no, please let me pay," you say urgently.

He shakes his head.

"No, this one is free. Only this one."

"You say that as if you know I'm going to come back," you look at him with a narrowed gaze.

"I trust that you will," he smirks.

"Why?"

"Well, you ate everything, complimented both my food and establishment, and I'm far too interesting, myself, for you only to come by once."

You laugh softly, shaking your head at him. His eyes lit up at the sound.

"Insufferable," you say, sliding off the stool.

"I'm aware, you get used to it."

You smile as you make sure you don't leave any of your belongings behind and thank him for the delicious food.

"Come again," he says.

"I'll think about it."

You leave, knowing he was smiling as you left the building. You make your way across the square, resisting looking back through the window to see if he was still there.

You pull out your phone and bring up a map. You needed to find somewhere to stay for a few nights. You didn't have to look far. There was a small hotel up ahead and around the corner. You decided to try there.

Finding it wasn't too hard. You only had to go down a small backstreet. It was out of the way and hidden, a nice peaceful place to stay for a while.

You enter. The lobby wasn't too big and it was nice and quiet. The building was old, but the inside seemed well looked after.

You walk over to the desk and smile at the man sitting there.

"Hello."

He smiles, "hello."

He spoke English too. That was good. Your Sokovian was... nonexistent.

"I would like a room for a few nights."

He nods and opens a big book information front of him. He grabs a pen and flicks through room numbers.

"How long are you staying?"

"Three nights? Yeah, three should do." You still had countries to check off your list.

He nods and asks you to sign the book. While you do so he grabs a key from the wall behind him. You pass him the book back and take the key.

"Enjoy your stay."

You nod and take the stairs up. Your room was nice. Big enough for one person and on the main street side, where you came up to get here. You could just about see the square from the window.

You sat on the bed. Perfect. There was a TV, but something told you it would be Sokovian television. Maybe you could watch it just for the sake of it.

You lay back on the bed and took our your phone, calling Wanda.

She picked up almost immediately.

"Y/N, where are you?"

You smile, "Sokovia. You were right, Wanda, it's very pretty here."

You hear her little gasp down the phone.

"You're actually there? You're making me homesick now."

You chuckle softly.

"I'm sorry, Wanda. It's a beautiful city though. I even stopped off at one of the restaurants you listed."

"You did? Which one?"

"Escorpión Morado."

"Escorpión Morado? Oh my gosh! It's still there? Did you meet Heinrich? I remember him being so wonderful to his customers."

"Actually, Wanda, Heinrich passed away a few years ago. His son runs it now, but I guess you could say I did technically meet the owner."

"My heart is saddened to hear of his loss. I do vaguely remember his son. Though back then he worked in the kitchen and very rarely came out."

"Helmut is rather lovely. He stayed and talked to me while I ate."

"Is he cute?"

You roll your eyes at her question.

"He might be," you chuckle.

"Perhaps a romance will spark and you'll be left heartbroken because you'll have to come back here and maybe never see him again. I'll be here watching you drink wine straight from the bottle and gobble down ice cream because you're utterly in love with this man you met once while travelling."

"Wanda, I need you to stop watching those chick flick movies and come back to the real world. I'm not going to fall in love with him. His food, however, is to die for."

"Oh, you're in love with the food. Spain exists, you know."

"I know, I was there, remember? Kind of missing the sun, if I'm being honest, but my God Wanda, this man can cook."

"Marry that man, Y/N. He can cook."

"Wanda, shut up," you laugh with her down the phone.

"Never. Enjoy your time in my home country, Y/N. It honestly means the world to me that you're there."

"In taking photos, don't worry! I'll be home soon, Wanda. See you."

You end the call.

You drop your phone on the bed beside you and stare up at the ceiling. So far you really liked Sokovia, very different from places you had been to so far.

You smile as you think about Helmut. He was certainly the most memorable part of your stay here so far.

Maybe you would visit him again tomorrow.

For the food, obviously.

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allthe8 · 3 years

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All I Need // part i

description: you know Jisung needs you and he shows you that he does, until he doesn’t.

warnings: angst, smut, explicit language, problematic Jisung:/

word count: 2.2k

pov: Jisung’s

She was back, I could feel it, the sheer euphoria coursing through my veins at the thought of her mere presence, I was starting to forget I was even mad at her-I couldn't even remember why she had felt but I did the remember the day she did-the memory was a blur, my mind had repressed it, the thought of being away from her made me feel like I was being cut off from my lifeline. I should've understood why she would want to leave but I didn't want to, without her I felt lost and I absolutely hated the pathetic feeling in the pit of my stomach when I was away from her for too long.

She had called it "needing space" and "wanting to be her own person", the irrational part of me called bullshit thinking she was just trying to leave me while the rational part could see clearly why she would want to and I hated myself for pushing her so much, that was in August-it was October now but she was back, here-sitting on my bed in a baby blue sundress that had ridden up her thigh from how she was crossing one leg over the other.

She had yet to notice my presence in the doorway of my bedroom, consumed by whatever it is she was looking at on her phone "You're back" I finally speak making her snap her head in my direction immediately standing up, it was then I noticed how tan her skin had gotten all from soaking up the Mediterranean sun. I tried to keep my eyes on hers as she walked towards me but it turned into a daunting task with the way her breasts were almost spilling out of her sundress, I didn't want her to know I hadn't been with anyone since she had left, just the company of my hand and the numerous pictures and videos I had on my phone of her post climax state, she would think I was touched starved so I stared at the window behind her feigning anger.

"You're late" I noticed her visibly flinch at that, she watched my face intently searching for signs of anger but I knew she'd find none. "I know, I-I'm so-rry" she said slowly, about 15 seconds passed without any of us saying anything, that was when she reached for my arm-caressing it with her thumb. "I missed you, Ji" she looks into my eyes, "Why do you sound so weird?" the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, "I haven't spoken any English since I left" she informs me. "You didn't miss me?" she asks and I almost start stuttering but she's not used to me being this vulnerable and I have to remind myself that I'm the one in control here-that's what she's used to-being acquiescent.

"I never wanted you to leave" I grumble and that's when the dynamics of our relationship begin to show, "I-I told you I needed space, Jisung" she whispers but I catch on to it.

"Fuck that, you were just trying to leave me and you're only back because you feel some sort of resentment masked with pity towards me"

"Why do you always think that? I'm here, aren't I?" she bites back skillfully avoiding the second part of what I said.

"That's not enough, you said you'd be gone for a month and I waited for you, just when I started to get use to not having you around you want to waltz back into my life like it's nothing".

"It's not like that and you know it" she chokes out, about to cry.

"Enlighten me then? No Spanish cock could fill you up like I can? Is that it?" I taunt, knowing the words were just spilling out of my mouth at this point, what was the use in stopping. "No! Is that what you really think of me?" she shrieks. "You know damn well what I think of you, y/n”. “You knew what I thought when you left but it didn't stop you". She looks at me through her teary eyes like she's about to burst any second, "Wow" she laughs even with the tears spilling down her face, "Coming back, I honestly didn't know what to expect but it definitely wasn't this, I'm gon-" she makes a move to walk past me and out of the room but she's soon pressed against the wall by my body weight.

"Where the fuck are you going again? Why are you always trying to leave me?!" I bark, “Let go of me, Ji” she spat but I refused "Get off of me you asshole, you clearly don't want me here" she fights back-her small frame writhing under my bigger one, with time she starts to calm down with her hands pinned over her head with my right hand, I bring my other hand to meet her cheek. "I always want you around, I missed you so much, my search history will show me booking and cancelling flights" I whisper, "I needed you here with me" I say before pressing my lips to hers.

She responds immediately and I drop her hands down-grabbing her by her waist, slightly pushing my tongue in her mouth just wanting to get a taste of her, I tried to hard to stop myself from ravaging her like a starved man but all my efforts are in vein when she whimpers into my mouth making pull away from her, "We don't have to-" I start cut my morality speech is cut of by her dropping to her knees and attempting to tug my sweatpants down. I watch her in awe, completely mesmerized by her beauty, almost missing that she has completely freed my cock from it's confines and is now swirling her tongue around the angry red tip.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I start chanting as she takes me deeper into her mouth, my mind starts to wonder where she learnt to do this but the thought is shoved down when I feel the head of my cock hit the back of her throat making her gag. "Yes" I drawl out "Good girl, you're a good girl, my good girl, you just like acting up" I say pulling her hair up into a makeshift ponytail, my lack of a proper fuck starts to show when she takes on of my balls and sucks on it, "Shit, no, stop! stop!" I say as I feel my abs tightening not wanting to feel the embarrassment of cumming from a mere blowjob. Immediately she's on her feet, "Did I do something wrong?" she asks looking up at me as I tuck my dick back into my pants.

"No angel, you were perfect, I just want to show you how much I missed you" I tell her, trailing my fingers up her inner thigh but when I'm met with only the feeling of her soaked core, I lose it. "Where are your fucking panties" I growl in her ear ghosting a finger over her clit. "The-I-" "What explanation could you possibly have for not wearing panties" I pull back and watch her face intently as I push my middle finger into her opening, "Fuck, you're still so tight" I whisper.

"Tell me, didn't you find anyone in Madrid to fuck your needy little cunt open?" I taunt, earning a whimper from her, "No! I-I haven't be-been with anyone since our last time!" the last part of her sentence is squealed due to me adding another finger, "So what do you want me to do now?" I ask basking in the way she's writhing and whimpering beneath me, she looks at me with her big doe eyes, knowing I know what she wants. "Don't look at me like that, I should be punishing you for breaking your promise right now" I say pushing my fingers deeper causing my palm to rub on her bud, "P-please don't punish me! I'll be good, I promise!" she nearly weeps, "But didn't you also promise you'd be back in September?" I egg her on, "I know! I'm sorry! I'll be so good". "Yes you fucking will" I grit.

"Get on the bed. On all fours" I commanded and watched as she did as I said, the baby blue sundress bunching at her waist, she was so bare and all for me, I made my way to her slowly before kneeling right at where I knew she was in need, "Angel, you're soaked, do you need me that bad?" I cooed at her to which she nodded but all that did was get her spanked, "Fuck! Yes I need you! Jisung please!" she squeaked, arching her back further, it was obvious she didn't know the impact she had on me, I could never deny her when she sounded so euphonious-so her put my mouth where she wanted, kissing her there as I would her lips. At first contact she jolted forward with a small scream, almost as if it was too much for her but I knew her, I knew my angel-she would take whatever I gave her, I closed my eyes and indulged in the way she tasted, I could have consumed her whole if I didn't have self control but that was beginning to wear thin, as I went on her hips started to shake so I held them down while I lapped up all of her essence she could offer before plunging my tongue into her entrance and fucking her with it.

When I felt her walls pulsate around my tongue I pulled back but I didn't give her time to breathe-pushing my middle and ring finger into her, "Oh shit! Right there! Please faster" I obliged, fucking her with my fingers, "Like this?" I teased but she could only answer in incoherent babbles, soon her moans turned into screams and her velvety walls pulsed around my digits, before I knew it she was releasing all of my fingers but that didn't stop me—I kept going and her hips jolted away from but I held her down. "Wh-hat are you doing?!" she screamed, burying her face into the pillows and screaming right before her second orgasm washed over her and she was writhing and quivering as her juices spilled all over my fingers again but this time it shot out of her so fast it was all over my sheets before I could put my mouth on her. "Jisung stop".

"Fuck, I forgot you could do that" I groaned.

As fast as I could I flipped her unto her back, "You're not going to leave me again" it must have sounded like a question to her because she nodded, I almost wanted to correct her and let her know that I was telling her she couldn't leave me again but she looked so beautiful spread out for me—her legs twitching as I rubbed my cock over her slit, "You love me" I tell her as I pushed my length into her, maybe it was the way she felt full of me that led her to agree but I willed myself to actually believe that she did love me "Yes, yes I do, so much". I moved my hips at a different pace with each thrust, short and fast slow and deep, the way my cock dragged along her walls and the sound of her moans had me on the edge, I felt like I would lose myself in her. As her pussy continued to clenched around me—I brought her left leg up to my chest and kissed her calf before bringing her right foot to my mouth and sucking on her toes, "Shit! I'm gonna c-" "No you're not" I commanded, enjoying the way she thrashed under me with my thumb on her clit rubbing in tight circles, "Please! I'll never leave you again!" she declared, it made me want to tell her she didn't have a choice but the words couldn't come out, I was so close to cumming too, I just needed to hear one thing "You belong to me" I told her, watching her face to see her reaction, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she concurred "Yes! you! It's always been you, Jisung" she screamed and I let go "Good girl, now cum for me, cum all over my cock" and she did so like she was on voice command, chanting thank yous as I spilled myself into her.

I rolled off her but I couldn't move my eyes away from her, she looked so beautiful with the thin layer of sweat that had covered her sin, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. My thought train was interrupted as I heard my security code getting put in, "Who's that?" she mumbled rolling over to look me in the eye but I quickly looked away-getting off the bed to throw her dress at her.

"My girlfriend. Get dressed" I said and then I held my breath and waited, for something- a scream, the sound of her crying but she only repeated my statement whilst putting her dress back on, "Your girlfriend?" I forced myself to look anywhere but her face and my eyes found the trail of my cum dripping down her inner thigh and I knew that I'd never forgive myself.

#stray kids smut #stray kids fic #stray kids angst #skz angst #skz fic #skz smut #jisung fic #jisung angst #jisung smut #straykids fanfic #jisung fanfic #skz fanfics

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ship request

“Hi I was wondering if I can get a ship for HoO. I’m 5’2’ I have chin length brown hair, brown eyes, and freckles. I am she/her pansexual. My hobbies include writing, drawing/painting, reading. I am in the Poseidon cabin. I am a figure skater as well as an art student. My favorite color is light pink. I speak English, Spanish, and Japanese. My family is from Eastern Europe and Japan. I am kinda nervous being put on the spot, so I am kinda shy. But I love going on hikes and just being in a calm area. Also I hate shouting and super loud people. Also I was a camp counselor for a few summers and I always carried a first aid kit, so people called me miss mom. Also I love cats. My nickname is Lulabelle, my real name is Lucy.”

a/n: hi!! thank you for the request - it was so hard choosing a character for you. I was also thinking Piper or Jason, but went with that in the end:) Hopefully, you like it.

if you want to request a ship, click here

Heroes of Olympus:

I ship you with Frank Zhang

Okay, first of all, you certainly can’t cal him loud or annoying. This man knows how to respect your borders and give you space when you need it. He’s very thoughtful and when you want to spend time with him, you can just sit in silence together if you want.

He trusts you with his peace of wood XD, because he knows how careful and caring you are.

You would secretly sketch him, and whenever he would find this drawings, he would turn all UwU, but put them back, because you didn't give a permission to touch any of them.

Him being skeptical about Poseidon and waer in general, but gradually growing to like it more as you spend time near the water together.

He's kinda awkward, so when he sees you figure skating for the first time, he's struck, he's in awe. And you would listen to the music together or going to some museums maybe even, since he's sorta an artistic person as well

You wish you had put sneakers on. It was what seemed like a thousand degrees, even in the shadow of trees. You and Frank decided to go hiking, and picked, probably, the hottest day of the summer. You were planning a small picnic on the top of this very high heel or maybe a very small mountain. You tried to convince Frank to have a picnic by the lacke, where you would feel much more comfortable, but he pointed out that at least 10 of your previous dates on the open air were by the rivers, waterfalls, pounds or just puddles. So this time he picked a spot. He promised it was going to be beautiful, but so far it was also really exhausting.

"You okay?" Frank gave you a concerned look.

"10 out of 10", you breathed heavily.

"Wait", the boy stopped you and adjusted his backpack a little. "Jump", he said, turning his back to you.

"What do you mean?" You were confused to say the least.

"It's almost evening, it's going to be cooler soon, but for now I can give you a ride. Use my powers to something good", the boy beamed at you and you smiled back.

"Are you sure about that?" You were a litle uncertain, even though you were well aware of your boyfriend's abilities.

"Do I look like I can break?" He teased.

"Okay-okay, big strong man!" You laughed, and grabbed his shoulders. "Get ready"

The rest of the way was so much more comfortable. Frank's back was a saviour of your legs and maybe a couple of other important body parts. Finaly, you felt light evening coolness, and the shodows of the trees got longer.

"We're almost there", Frank whispered.

And there it was. In just 20 meters there was an open space, free from the trees or even the smallest bushes. Nothing stopped the sight from flowing around endless view of the New York City. You wondered how did he know the place, if it was near your camp, not his, but you didn't even care. The view was simply breathtaking. You slided of the Frank's back and sprinted to the edge.

"Do you like it?" He asked shyly.

"Are you kidding? It's fantastic!" The sun was getting lower and everything slowly turned peachy-pink. "Wait! Stay right there, I'll get my sketchbook", you gestured for Frank to stay where he was.

"You should draw the view, not me", he laughed.

"Well", you grined at him, "I like you so much better".

#ship requests #reader #reader insert #x reader #y/n #pjo #hoo #pjo/hoo #hoo x reader #frank zhang #frank zhang x reader #frank x you #frank zhang x y/n #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #submission

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inky-duchess · 4 years

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History Bites: What a Wonderful day for some disaster Weddings

In History Bites, I pick the best moments of history and the antics historical figures in order to give you inspiration for your WIP. Think of History Bites like prompts, only juicer and 90% accurate (results may vary).

We shall begin this ceremony with probably one of the most awful weddings of all time. George, Prince of Whales (Wales)/King George IV got himself into a bit of debt. His dad George III promised to pay it off... only if he married Princess Caroline of Brunswick. George Junior agreed but there was a problem. He was married. To a Catholic. Which was a no no. The marriage of George Jr and Catholic Maria Fitzherbert was dissolved and George was free (legally though not emotionally) to marry the Princess. The first meeting days before the wedding did not go well. George took one look at Caroline and asked for a glass of brandy. She didn't like him either, he was hardly a catch being unfaithful, a glutton, a wastrel and hardly princely at all. George was so plastered on their wedding day that two nobles had to hold him up. He sobbed throughout the entire ceremony. The marriage was not happy but more on that later.

Another horrible husband steals the crown. Henry VIII was three wives down when he was persuaded to wed again for state reasons. He cast his net around Christendom but no sensible brides were biting. Henry's councillors eventually set their hearts on Anne of Cleves, the sister of the Duke of Cleves an influential noble in the sprawling Lutheran states. Hans Holbein painted Anne and sent the portrait onto the King who was enraptured and sent for Anne to be his wife at once. Anne arrived in England after a short delay, scheduled to meet the King a few days later. But Henry being the romantic he thought he was decided to ride to the castle she was staying to meet his future bride. Dressed incognito he went over to Anne and kissed her. This was an old trick of Henry's but it didn't work. Anne was offended and Henry left in rage calling her every name under the sun, shouting how she smelled and looked like a horse. Henry looked for a way to get out of the marriage but no remedy was found in time. Sombrely he told his gentlemen preparing him for his wedding, “If it were not to satisfy the world and my realm, I would not do that I must do this day for none earthly thing.”. The wedding did go smoothly unlike the short marriage even though the bride was two hours late to the ceremony.

Princess Victoria Eugenie of Battenberg or Queen Ena fell in love with the heir to the Spanish throne. Despite some misgivings about the the suitablity of the bride and the couple's different religions. But Ena and Alfonso decided to make a go of it. The wedding ceremony itself went OK but on the way back a bomb exploded near the carriage, killing most of the couple's attendants and guards. Queen Ena was splattered in blood head to toe, meaning no photos were released after the wedding as usual.

In order to try make peace between the kingdoms of France and Navarre, two countries divided by religion, each side proposed marrying Henry, King of Navarre and Marguerite, the sister of the French King. The wedding itself went great and was a rich spectacle that drew thousands of Catholics and Protestants to the city to watch. But a few days after the wedding, violence erupted in the city and thousands of Protestants were slaughtered in the St. Bartholomew’s Day Massacre. Henry and Marguerite were never the warmest couple and eventually separated to take other lovers.

Marie Antoinette was only 14 when she left her home to wed the Dauphin of France in 1770. The French were in charge of making the wedding gown and they made the grandest gown a royal bride ever wore in French history made of white and silver satin and drenched in diamonds. Problem? It never fit her. It was too small and there wasn't enough time for alternations. They laced her into the dress so she had to walk down the aisle with a gap in the dress. When she signed the wedding contract, she famously blotted her signature which was seen as an omen of ill tidings.

The Roman Emperor Caracalla was not a nice guy. He decided that the Romans should probably bury the hatchet with the Parthians, one of Rome's enemies. Caracalla proposed a marriage alliance between himself and the Parthian King’s daughter. At first the King dithered but was soon won over by the assurances and gifts the Emperor sent. He agreed to the match and Caracalla came to the Parthian capital for the wedding. There was a great celebration to welcome the Emperor to the city ahead of the wedding. At the Emperor's signal, the Roman soldiers who came with him got out their seats and began killing every Parthian they could get their hands on. The King got away but war broke out.

After WWII Princess Elizabeth or as she is known today, Queen Elizabeth II set her heart on marrying handsome Naval Officer Prince Philip. The November Wedding is remembered as a success but the morning was not a success. Queen Mary, the Princess's grandmother lent her the Fringe Tiara to wear. A lovely gesture but the thing was thirty years old. The tiara broke the morning of her wedding. The Queen Mother calmed her down and sent the tiara to the jeweller with a police escort to have it fixed. The tiara was fixed and the wedding went ahead.

All was not going well for the English royals. King George II and his wife the boss ass Queen Caroline of Ansbach really hated their son. They thought that marrying him to Princess Augusta of Saxe-Gotha would bring them all closer together. The bride arrived in England carrying her doll, she was sixteen. In order to scotch any ideas that Frederick would marry his mistress, Augusta was trussed into her wedding gown and marched down the aisle. She was young and unable to speak English, so Queen Caroline stood next to her and translated. Augusta, overwhelmed at the stress, vomited all over her wedding gown. As her new mother in law tried to help, Augusta puked on her as well.

Philip of Macedonia, Alexander the Great's dad, had conquered Greece but Greece was not his best friend. Philip wanted to make himself more popular with the people so he hosted his daughter Cleopatra's wedding in Greece. It was a great big ceremony with everybody enjoying the festivities. Philip was well on his way to making some new buddies. The pinnacle of the day was meant to be Philip’s arrival at the wedding games. Everything was going well until somebody straight up stabbed Philip. Not perhaps the best thing to happen at a wedding afters.

Ever think you're having a shitty day? Let us talk about the wedding of Prince Amadeo of Savoy and Maria Vittoria dal Pozzo. The first thing that happened was one of Maria’s servants hung herself in the room where the wedding gown was chilling. Maria had a new one made, thinking that would be that. No. An officer riding with the couple passed out from sunstroke and fell off his horse. Not so bad? After the wedding, one of the Prince's friends shot himself accidentally and died. The train the couple were meant to go honeymooning on hit a snag, literally it ran over the guy in charge of the station. The wedding party decided to head back to the palace to chill. On the way, one of the lords fell off his horse just as the newlywed's carriage was rolling by so splat...

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substantial-exposure · 4 years

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I saw a post on another blog for the boys meeting a reader who was from New York and since I grew up by the city I feel like it's my duty to expand on this (also this is like three of the same requests thrown into one aka a tomboy reader)🤧

TW: the usual for the boys, swearing, f slur, mentions of violence, smoking, illness, rape mention, and homophobia

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You moved to the middle of nowhere

In fucking Maine

Of all goddamn places

All because your grandmother was ill

Which was bullshit she's been 'ill' for eight years straight and she's still kickin

You didn't need to move to the middle of nowhere

And yet here you were in Derry

Starting your second 'first' day of your senior year in the middle of November

The school never gave the boys a class together

Besides gym (there was only one class per grade)

You had classes with Patrick and Vic

It was awful

History with Patrick...

Don't get me started

The moment you had to stand before the class and introduce yourself he had already chosen you

Then you started to talk after the teacher forced you

Dear god

The grin that tugged on his lips was unreal

He obnoxiously raised his hand to speak

"Can you repeat that? You're talking too fast"

No one wanted to sit next to Patrick

So naturally the only empty seat was next to him

He spent the whole class asking you to tell him about the city

Or asking you to say things in your accent

It was fucking annoying

But you got to leave once the bell rang

So you made a bee line to your English class

I'm talking you bounced from there faster than a preist late for Sunday mass

But English class-

Oh my

Once again you had to introduce yourself

And once again no one wants to sit next to a member of the bowers gang

The only empty seat

Was next to Vic

Of course you didn't think much of it just as you hadn't before

The boy next to you was nice

Every time he tried to strike a conversation the teacher yelled for you to keep reading silently

There wasn't much of a conversation

Then there was lunch

Dear god you had nowhere to sit

This was just as intimidating as it was back home

Despite Derry not letting you leave to get lunch elsewhere

That meaning the Principal didn't wear sneakers to chase out students who tried to ditch for lunch and maybe come back

Some random kid from your Spanish class called you over to sit with her friends

They curiously hounded you

They were pretty fun plus the company was nice

Things were going good

That was until that kid with greasy hair from History was behind you and everyone was silent

"Hey if it ain't my Bowery Beauty"

"You ain't ever laid eyes on the Bowery. Shut the hell up"

You were joking but the table stayed quiet

Patrick snickered and practically yanked you out of your seat.

"You wanna meet the boys?" He asked as he dragged you out of the cafeteria

Your hands snaked to your pockets

Of course you had something on you

Was he stupid thinking you didn't?

You knew damn well this wasn't going to end pretty

He was probably gonna fucking jump you

Unknowing to you Patrick was feeling rather generous that day

He didn't have any tricks up his sleeve other than planning his long game to get in your pants

"Patrick who the fuck is this?"

Henry looked confused and removed the cigarette from his lips and handed it to Vic

Vic smiled

"Henry- you heard of the transfer?" Vic asked him

"You mean the one from the city?" Belch chimed in.

"Yeah" You muttered

"So we got a city kid prancing around? I've heard about you guys, you from that village? The one with all the fags?"

"New York is bigger than Greenwich you know. And no I'm from Staten Island"

"Never heard of it"

You hung out with them for a bit.

Only because you had absolutely no say in the matter

Belch was the only one to ask serious questions

"You know... my old school we had a kid we called Belch too"

"Really?"

"Yeah but I like Derry's Belch a lot more. You're funny"

Que him looking down and trying to cover his face with his hat

He had not a clue what to say because who tf ever compliments these boys?

Henry was looking at you and his eyes narrowed once he noticed your hand that was still in your pocket

You had something.

And he damn well wanted to know what it was

"Hey. Island. Whatcha got there?"

" 's nothin"

"Bullshit. Give it here"

God damn you were so fucked.

You were gonna get raped and killed.

These boys were gonna fucking kill you

Taking your hand out of your pocket you showed him the jagged and sharpened Swiss Army knife in your palm

The laugh that left him sent shivers up your spine

"Smart one. So... is the city really that harsh?"

"I'm not from the city. I told you that"

"Yeah but you've been to the city haven't you?"

"I mean yeah... I guess I used to go there a lot"

"I rest my case"

He was really annoying

And they refused to go inside even though it was fucking freezing

Which they also made fun of you for

"Fuck this. It's fuckin brick out here. I'm going inside" You eyed Patrick, he let you leave

ONLY because he was taken aback by your statement

What did that even fucking mean?

Vic was practically short circuiting trying to figure out what the fuck you were talking about

"Are they slow or somethin?" Belch asked quietly

After a good snicker Henry piped up and added on.

"After that? I'm starting to think that too"

#bowers gang headcanons #bowers gang #henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #patrick hockstetter #patrick hockstetter x reader #belch huggins #belch huggins x reader #victor criss #victor criss x reader #it 2017 #it 2019 #headcanon #x reader

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theelliottsmiths · 4 years

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So anyway, Mein Herz Brennt Making of liveblog, one of my favourites

First of all, I do take any use of piano MHB as a slight towards my tiny hands. -1 point

I really would love to visit this place, it's beautiful

I love that Oli introduces it and then Till is straight in there talking about murder and stabbings. Trust that to be what intrigues him. I feel like 'smells like murder' isn't a direct translation but that's purely because I spent like ten minutes trying to work out what words he says. It rhymes, which is suspicious.

Oh this was before he let his chest piercing reject all the way out in the grossest way

When schneider says Krankenhaus it sounds very Geordie and I'm convinced that kind of thing is why Auf Wiedersehen, Pet was created

Richards eyes light up when he's talking about the room he's in and it's one of those looks where it's just. I would love to listen to anything anyone has to say when their eyes have that sparkle.

"the scavengers had already been here" cue Paul talking about his criminal past thieving from there. See, another example everyone forgets of him being the biggest bastard of them all. The smile is a front.

One of my favourite ever Rammstein things is the combined joy and mockery from Paul when Richard is revealed to be wearing the bird mask and it wiggles as he nods. He looks like a little black cockatoo. Richard looks embarrassed to be wearing it but Paul is having the time of his LIFE.

The way is echoes in his mask makes him sound like he's clucking

Flakes glasses perching in his cone make him look like that sesame Street doctor or scientist

They all suit this make up so much and I wish they'd consider it as a stage look

Peck. Not intimidated.

Considering the nightmares Till has/had, ouch

Richard looks so much like a little vampire prince but like, a character from what we do in the shadows. He makes his own smokescreen entry/exist and everything.

Melanie!!!

Richard has many tendons in his neck huh.

The sounddd. I used to always be curious as to whether or not people in music videos were making the sounds it looks like they're making and now I know and I'm uncomfortable. This and also later when till does the heart

His laugh is never what I expect it to be

That uh. That doesn't look like he's in pain the way the injection sounds implied. At all. Not that I'm complaining but it gives mixed messages.

I'm so sure Richard is the only one I've ever heard use the word quasi. It makes sense for him if true but maybe I only notice because of the tone he uses? His is quite a punchy nasal tone it might just be more noticeable.

Till with kids is always the most adorable wonderful thing. He's really helping to keep them relaxed despite the creepiness of the stuff they're shooting.

"if you look at the cover then you'll recognise a morbidity to the whole thing" till, my darling, do you think people don't already ~see the morbidity~?

I googled and the lady doesn't pronounce renaissance with a g like Till does and that interests me. In fairness I have to assume it's like in Norwegian how words like restaurant are pronounced with a g sound because it's closer to the French sounds? It's not like we in English donut the French way either but the Google translate lady does. This is why I always suspect that when I'm learning a language I'm learning the language wrong and at some point I'll find out there's a Real, For Adults version if the language that's totally different. This is irrelevant. Accents are fun and I like being able to notice them.

It feels so strange seeing this knowing what Eugenio did

Paul taking pictures because he knows better than them

Something about a child saying "ah yes, I know Till and Flake very well" is hysterical.

You can feel the dismay and disapproval radiating off till as he tries to be diplomatic about the Spanish understanding of linear time. He struggles to find a positive and only comes up with the fire walls. "It should have gone out before we filmed anything because they were fucking around with the playback so long but it didn't" is his only compliment.

The German word for French is wild.

Do they know they could have hired an interpreter? Interpreters existed in 2012 I know this

This whole thing with Melanie is beautiful you can't deny that the arm Eugenio made with then was lovely.

Till in the dress with Melanie in his lap. I don't off the top of my head remember seeing it in either video so I simply must assume that it was just what he was wearing that day when he showed up. She's so tiny on his knee I'm glad they're still friends.

"you're left in a state of trauma when everyone stares at you all the time" did this need to get so heavy? It's interesting that he focused more on her voice than her appearance there, though in fairness it's pretty high

They all love her so much and it's totally understandable.

Mit rock n roll und cola trinken

I have to skip the screaming the secondhand embarrassment is too much.

Part 2

Again, this liveblog is so long

Sometimes Oli speaks like his body isn't used to talking.

I want, so badly, to know if Richard was having memories of his dreadlocked youth The tiny cup in his elegant hand is so pleading and then you look left and. It sure is something.

Are they freckles or acne scars across Tills shoulders?...cute. The first set of arm/chest wounds, not so much. I do spy his lil tummy scar

Richard does look like he almost swooped in for a kiss and then changed his mind because of the camera. Paul turns his head that way and then Richard tries to save with a step back and face rub (his own). Just saying.

The fact that a few of them have taken pictures on their personal phones warms my soul it's such a nice reminder that they're good friends outside of work and My Heart

Schneider and Paul ready at a moment's notice to be Dumbasses. J'adore.

What if Zoran was more of a background character tho actually

God, schneider is beautiful. An ethereal, pure beauty that exists no matter how he's being styled.

See okay how is flake almost taller than Oli right now he's not even doing his standard open legs and swan spine thing

It must be so hard to find Oli sized clothes. Flake is also tall and slim but he's a lot more leg, whereas Olis height seems largely to be torso. I have to assume a lot of his stuff is tailored or custom made now.

I always forget about the marks on tills back when he's in the nightmare dress

The child staring with great confusion at a bright red flake reading. I would love to know what his favourite books are.

The childs plural poking and prodding at a very patient Oli, who gracefully bends his spine in ways I've never seen a human do before. I wonder if he's ever dressed up as Lurch from the Addams family.

The actress playing the woman in this half is so beautiful and has a power her younger counterpart lacked when she was threatening him with her weapon.

I am a dummy and was like weird why is Paul speaking Norwegian. I know full well he wasn't saying unnskyld because I've heard Germans say their equivalent before and I assume Entschuldigen either sounds like that fast or shortens so what the fuck, rhi

Till guiding people through him murdering them is truly one of life's greatest pleasures. They trust him so completely. I would like to watch them dance the elegance would be astounding.

Paul lurking watching with what I choose to see as pride as till slaughters an old woman.

Paul being critical (again, as always, rightly so) of the hallway mouthing the lyrics decision.

"for this in prepared to make compromises" he says, hating every bitter word of it

I would like to know what he wanted to say about till and then see him get into trouble over it.

I would like to see till in a bouncy castle. He's adorable jumping into the comfy pit I want to see him in a bouncy castle. Child, utter child.

Paul takes every opportunity to say how hot he thinks they all are and I love that about him. Sometimes your friends are all hot and everybody needs to understand that fact.

Their approaches to pretending to play cello are all so uniquely them. Flake and Richard are taking the time to try and understand what they're being told, whereas Paul just fucking. Lays into it, attracting the weirdest looks from Oli. Richard looks beautiful with that cello and I think he should learn to play. For fun not for work. It's not just that he looks so handsome, but I think that's the easiest way to convince him. I think he'd be good at it, and not being the lead at something might be good for him.

I appreciate that Oli is skeptical because yeah they do all look like they've never held a cello before.

They do, however, all look lovely in their dresses. I'm trying but actually I can't not say that Schneiders little sternum dip makes it seem like he has breasts in that dress and it's a good look for him.

Till singing it in such a high voice, more like his speaking voice, is both interesting and lovely. Oli is trying... So little compared to the others. Laughably incorrect

Why yes, I am laughing at the sheer length of the spikes. They're just... They're so fucking long. So long.

Paul is actually probably the best one there, ironically. They're all comically out of time. They're professional musicians. I know they aren't used to bowed instruments I do understand and I don't want to be uncharitable but also they are struggling. I want to see cellists react to this.

Pretty dresses! And the nightmare but with the most awful and worst fingers! Like the Grinch but goth.

Both Schneider and Richard had the same neverending shoot idea and I am Intrigued.

Till waiting for Schneider with the umbrella :)

Wir brennen! Paul is always so happy to play with fire.

#rammstein #liveblog #dont talk about richards neck this isn't the time or place #me rambling #The Nightmare #vaguely #complete liveblog

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spookycerezacola · 3 years

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Okay so I've been itching to post about this on here and wasn't sure until like 5 seconds ago so bare with me y'all, I'm probably gonna ramble sound insane as fuck. I know what happened was real and my faith has been solidified. I will give some context so y'all don't think I'm a raving lunatic like a couple of my friends do or one of those dabblers.

TW: Faith, spiritual violence, abuse, mental illness, threats, Santa Muerte, witchcraft/bitchcraft, astral projection, angels, el ojo, COVID, death, misogyny, bigotry. If any of this triggers you, do not read. Protect yourself and your mind.

First of all: I'm mixed. My dad is Mexican and my mom's parents are from Germany and Russia. I'm also white passing and have been very whitewashed my whole life. My grandma didn't teach my dad or my aunts spanish (it was the 6O's) and my grandpa didn't speak it. I barely know any and have been trying to learn but I'm terrible at studying. She was also Catholic but we were raised Apostolic (my parents' choice.) I've been trying to reclaim my heritage and find a faith that works for me. Gotten a lot of crap for it too. Racists and bigots are awful. Please know that I'm not some crappy white person trying to cherry pick.

Second: I've always felt things. Supernatural things. My parents thought it was the devil. As a child I was terrified of going to Hell because I didn't fit in with the ideal christian faith. I'm non-binary, pansexual, polyamorous; I am not mild-mannered, I support sex workers, drug users, and try to see the good in everyone. Also I mean, if you're reading this you've probably seen my blog and photos. I definitely do not fit the Apostolic aesthetic. Please keep in mind that my parents never told me I was going to Hell. They actually prayed for me all the time when I was going through spooky supernatural shit. But I had that fear that I was going to Hell because it was all I knew and I was different. I think it attracted things. Spirits, demons, whatever you want to call them. Things would come to me before I fell asleep or jolt me out of a dead sleep. I didn't see them but I knew they were there. They pulled my hair, laughed and breathed heavily in my ear, grabbed my legs. I had nightmares constantly. My room always felt heavy. Like I didn't know it then but thinking back it was awful. I slept with the lights on and prayed to Jesus for them to go away. They would for a little while but always came back. It happened again when my mental health was bad and while I was being abused.

Third: I am not a dabbler. I know the consequences. You do not pray to your gods, especially ones linked with death, without serious commitment. I was doing as much research as I could on Santa Muerte (all the stuff that was available in english and some stuff I could translate myself anyway) before I decided to devote myself. I was afraid, but like respectfully, if that makes sense?

So now that we've established that, buckle up bitches. You're in for a wild ride. Please review the TWs before you continue.

So for further backstory, I dated a fucking abusive prick for a few months. My partners did not like him and neither did my dad. They just knew. I didn't listen though. I didn't realize he was abusive until he was being so towards me. He threatened suicide all the time and I kept trying to get him help but he refused it. He would say vaguely bigoted things but manipulated me into believing that he wasn't one. He implied he preferred my feminity to my masculinity and told me I was "too emotional" when I shaved my hair off. He also pushed the boundaries of this sweetheart of a girl I know while we were dating her. I always felt on edge with him and couldn't figure out why until I was out with my friend one night and he called. He kept me on the phone the whole time we were out. When I finally was able to hang up without him being mad, my friend told me he reminded her of my abusive ex-gf. Long story short I broke up with him not too long after that.

It's been almost a year since I spoke to him. In that time I had changed my number and blocked him on all social media. I'm living with my partners and roommates in a house and life has been wonderful.

Then two days ago, someone came to me saying he was threatening suicide again. I was pissed. He was manipulating more people with his bullshit. I know I probably should have let it go but I was so done and so was the person who messaged me. This was probably very stupid on my part but I unblocked him and asked him if he was actually going to do it. I told him if he was I was going to call for a wellness check. He threatened suicide again and insulted my intelligence and job history. I made sure I took screenshots of his social media posts and our conversation before he blocked me.

I called the cops and explained the situation. That he would probably twist my words and use my mental illness as my reason for calling them. I don't know all the details after that. I know for sure that he was taken to the hospital but was released. I'm sure he manipulated them too.

I received a message from someone I didn't know and his current gf (he goes through them like they're fucking toys. It's sickening) threatening to take me to court for filing a "false" police report. I told them do it. That I knew the truth and had evidence. Of his abuse too. I showed her and she didn't believe me. She said I was "blackmailing" him. I think on some level she knew it was true because she did not deny the abuse allegations. Towards the end of the conversation, I'm positive he took her phone. It didn't sound like her writing to me. My intelligence was insulted and I was threatened again. After that I blocked her too.

So here's where things get weird. And honestly y'all can think what you want but I know what happened and I wasn't hallucinating:

I have fibro and covid. My symptoms have been mild. I felt better even. Like I couldn't wait to go back to work. But as I laid down I was in serious pain. I couldn't move much without it hurting. I was terrified and already a bit anxious from my encounter from my ex, so I called my doctor. She told me to dose with edibles and if it wasn't better in a couple hours I needed to be hospitalized. So my lovely sweet gf, bless her, basically drugged me on RSO caramel. But I was still scared. Scared to the point where I finally thought if I was gonna die, I should suck it up and pray to Santa Muerte to protect me and everyone. Please keep in mind that this happened right AFTER I was dosed and BEFORE it kicked in. I also wear an ojo around my wrist that I rarely remove.

I was laying there with my eyes closed. The caramel hadn't kicked in yet and I was still scared. Then, I shit you not, my ex was in the room. He doesn't know where I live and nobody saw him come in the house. He was in my face screaming, trying to hurt me. He was fully fleshed out but I know he wasn't actually physically there. I couldn't feel his touch when he tried to hit me. I got pissed again. I told him that he wasn't welcome, to be gone, and he vanished into thin air. Like in a puff of smoke or something. It looked that way.

I felt safe. Not afraid anymore. But instead of falling asleep I saw an eye. A giant eye. Bright blue. Like the Evil Eye. Then a thousand of them and so much fire. I couldn't hear anything but I swear it told me not to be afraid, that I was safe. I don't remember much after that. Apparently I messaged my mom and my house group chat crying, saying I saw an angel. I googled it and was shook. I may have grew up Christian but I didn't know about the passage in the bible. It was an Ophanim.

A few more spooky things happened after that. When I cleansed my room, my door opened and closed. When I bound my ex, he was outside my window. I live on the second floor of a house and the trees aren't that close. After my gf and I warded the property, he was gone. Today when I woke up I was nauseous and the ojo on my wrist burned. My gf cleansed it and right after I threw up and my vagina spotted a little.

I'm not nauseous anymore or bleeding anymore. My ojo doesn't burn and I feel a lot better. In fact I feel high. Safe. And I believe. I believe Santa Muerte sent the Ophanim to protect me. I believe she saved my life. And my ex is going to regret messing with me, whether he intentionally astro-projected into my room or not. I mean him no harm. He definitely fucked with the wrong person though.

#TRIGGER WARNINGS #DO NOT READ UNTIL YOU READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS #santa muerte #el ojo #astral projection #spirits #ophanim #angels #covid

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throughmilkyway · 5 years

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My friend and I were talking much about how Hyakkimaru falled in love with Mio in a very short time even when he couldn't saw her or talk to her and going completly insane when the samurai murdered her. Well, this is my opinion about that.

First, Hyakkimaru have just started listened to the world. Audition is a very important sense if you ask me because no matter what you do, you can't stop listening. You can close your eyes and don't see, you can cover your nose and don't smell, you can shout your mouth and don't say a word or not taste any food, but if you cover your ears you still can hear. Now, the first thing Hyakkimaru hear in his entire life is a world surrender by war, pain and suffering. A world of caos.

Hyakkimaru is overwhelmed with all that sound, he cover his ears but can't stop the noise, Dororo tried to help but at the end the sound it is still there. When Hyakkimaru found Mio, she was singing, and that's the first sweet sound in this new world for Hyakkimaru, a world he didn't know at all. Hyakkimaru was enchanted with her voice and plus her soul, she makes him feel in peace and that's why he asked her to sing.

After all that happened next, Hyakkimaru come back to find caos again and Mio is dead. The only beautiful and shining in his life is gone and his back at that dark world of war, flames, blood and pain.

My conclusion then (if it isn't clear because my grammar is awful, excuse me I'm not a native english speaker)....

Hyakkimaru fell in love with her soul, she gave him peace and joy to his almost dead heart and at the other day she's gone.

So yeah, that's what I think about it. I hope you can understand my theory and comment about it, I would like to know what you guys think about or if you think I need english grammar classes. I speak spanish by the way.

#dororo #hyakkimaru #mio #love #hyakkimaru x mio #i fucking love this anime #dororo mondays it is finally back

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leoslilspacehero · 4 years

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INFO

First name:

Middle name:

Nickname:

Last name:

Age: 15+ aka 15 and up, pick age that's not under 15 and it can't go higher then 17. Pick: A.15 B.16 C.17

Birthday:

Zodiac:

Hair length:

Hair color:

Race: Btw you speak Spanish very good and English very good, you took spanish classes so sometimes you would say things in Spanish

Hight:

Body type:

Eye color:

Info: Your name is Y/F/M/N/L Aka Your first,middle,nickname,and last name, your [ ] years old, your birthday is [ ] and your zodiac sign is [ ], You have a mom and dad that doesn't care for you. So they sent you to camp and you end up at Rim Or The World where you meet 3 friends and 1 lover.

Btw your parents name is, Samantha and Cris.

Alessio Scalzotto

American actor

Also known at Gabriel:

Miya Cech

Actress

Also known as ZhenZhen:

Benjamin Flores Jr.

American child actor

Also known as Dariush:

Jack Gore

Child actor

Also known as Alex:

King Batch

American-Canadian Internet personality

Also known as Logan:

Their ages

Gabriel: 17 years

Zhenzhen: 13 years

Dariush: 17 years

Alex: 15 years

Logan: 31 years

𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉

[Welcome to camp]

~First Point of view~

I squinted my eyes due to the brightness from the sun threw my window, I groaned. I looked down and saw my bags already packed, 'seems like my parents can't wait' I said in my head.

I closed my eyes as the sun beamed, I was drifting back on to sleep it was interrupted "y/n wake ur ass up so I can drop you off at that damn camp." -Samantha aka mom

I groaned loudly "Y/N L/N get up!!!" -Cris aka dad. "CIERRA A LA MIERDA, VENGO" I yelled. Of course my parents didn't understand what I was saying, I got up from bed and stretched as my feet touched the cold wooden floor.

I walk over to my closet and picked out a nice outfit

(You get to pick which outfit you wear, you have three outfits, choose one to wear)

(Thank you for choosing an outfit)

I got on my clothes, walked out my room and walked down the hallway heading to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror "Gosh my ugly ass" I said to myself. I looked down and grabbed my toothbrush, turning on the sink, I grabbed my toothbrush and then grabbed my mint toothpaste.

I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face, I walk out of the bathroom and walk back in my room grabbing my bag.

I walked back out the room and began walking downstairs. I could see my parents already waiting for me at the door, I made it downstairs.

I grabbed a already made sandwich and ate it. I walked outside and entered the car in the back seat. "Do you have everything?" -Samantha aka mom asked.

I nodded, my dad started the car and I was looking out the window counting things outside while my dad was driving.

"Thank god we are sending you to camp" -Cris aka dad said. I rolled my eyes "Bésame el culo, hijo de puta" I said, "What the hell did you say? Tell us!!" My mom asked, I chuckled and flicked them off. We made it to the camp and he parked the car, "Get out" dad told me, "By Pendejos" I said with a smirk.

I opened the door and hopped out of the car with my bags, they drove off.

I kept walking while I see all the dirt and rocks on the ground, I look up to see a big gate that said 'Rim Of The World', I walked right in and a guy walked over to a little boy "Alex! I am your leader, Logan. Now, if you look around, you'll see a lot of interesting things. First interesting thing we have is Carl right here. He is the black man on the campus. We gonna teach you about black culture, pay attention, gonna only do this once. Ready?"-Logan, I shook my head and chuckled as Logan started grunting while doing the handshake.

"Snap! That's called the black man handshake." -Logan, Alex's mother laughed, I stood there just watching.

"Okay, don't wanna see you doing that. Only for black people." -Logan, 'So his name is Alex' Him and his mom started walking.

"Oh,hey, use retail method when folding my clothes, Jacobi. Okay? I don't wanna see any creases." -Dariush, Jacobi nodded.

"Retail what?" -Logan, "Retail method." -Dariush. "What's that?" Logan asked, "What rich people do. You wouldn't know nothing about that." Dariush said turning his back. "Don't turn your back, I'll slap the shit out you." -Logan.

I laughed a little and kept watching, "Wow this is funny" I said to myself crossing my arms. "They're just kidding." -Mary aka Alex mom. "Alex, look,see we got music over here." Logan said walking over to the man with the guitar and the girl looking at the man in aw. "🎶...trees and the sky...🎶" -man singing

"Music" Alex mother said, the music was ok I guess but I'm into juice WRLD and XXXTENATION, and Cardi b,Nicki Minaj, and more. I'm into depressing music too.

"Come on, Alex,dance a little bit. You know how to dance?" -Logan, "You always wanted to to learn how to play guitar...and dancing." -Mary, Logan stared doing a weird dance moving his hips in a circle, I felt so uncomfortable.

The man playing the guitar looking at Logan "What are you doing?" He asked while still playing the guitar.

"Keep playing, I'm dancin', keep playing, I'm dancin'" -Logan, I started laughing hard, "Oh my god I love this camp!" I said, "🎶I'm very uncomfortable, These girls are uncomfortable🎶" the man sung while Logan kept doing his weird dance.

Logan stopped dancing "Oh, I'm sorry, ladies." Logan said, I just made a face 0_0 <— yeah that kind of face.

"Maybe next time, no originals, play the people what they want." Logan said to the man and gave him a dollar. I started walking away checking the place out as some kids ran around.

~Alex POV~

I looked at my mom with the *Why am I here* look. "It's gonna be great.Its gonna be great." My mom said, 'I hope'. Me and my mom followed Logan since he was telling us some of the people, "Uh, this,this is Conrad right here, okay. Conrad he's a little..." Logan stopped taking and looked at Conrad, he took the small cup that said 'milk' on it from Conrad's hand, "Look at these people your meeting." My mom said with a smile.

"Hey, welcome to the jungle ginger nugget." -Conrad, "Nope,can't call him that. Second of all put your titis away" Logan said to him, "What? These titis?" Conrad asked as he pumped his titis aka abs, Logan grabbed Conrad's shirt trying to cover his chest up "Don't bounce the titis, I told you to put them away" Logan said, I felt so weird like what the hell.

"Wha? Why's your shirt so small? It can't even connect." Logan said and my mom walked away with me.

[In the cafeteria]

~Your POV~

"*gasping* You must be Y/n! Welcome to the Rim of the World Adventure camp." He said all cheery, I rolled my eyes "Thanks, Ahora adios tu molesta" I said and walked over and saw Logan, "Alright who's next?" Logan asked, the chines girl walked over to him, "China? *laugh* Ok umm, no,no,no, Ni hoa! Um...Welcome...to...camp! I love...Jackie Chan. Do you understand the words comin' out of my mouth? Okay? Move along." He said making a big fool of himself.

"Wow. China." Logan said to himself, Alex walked over to Logan since he was next, I walked over too. "My man, where you been, baby? You remember that black handshake..." Logan asked, about to do the handshake with Alex, "You said i can't do it." Alex said, Logan looked at him and pointed "I was testing you. Good shit, baby. Good shit. Move along." Logan said, it was my turn, "Hay so what's your name?" Logan asked.

He was pretty funny so I'm cool wit dis dude, "Names y/n" I said placing a hand on my hip, "Nice name y/n, cabin number?" He asked, "Cabin #305" I said, he nodded and handed me something, I walked along and sat down by myself.

I heard some rich kid talking, "You gotta start wearing the silk. That's what gets the girls. You can't wear- - Never mind." He said, he started walking and saw a girl, he took off his sunglasses "Ooh! *licks lips* Mmm-mm-mm." He said, 'ugh oh god', I started drinking some water I had, "Put it in my box." Lucy said, my eyes went wide and pat my water out, 'Did she really say that to him?!?!?' He blinked a couple of times "I'm sorry.what?" He asked, "Put it in my box" -Lucy, "Uh..." -Dariush, "Just take it out and put it in my box" Lucy said calmly.

"Oh my god what is this girl saying???" I asked myself still listening, "Oh-You saying in front of a lot of people right now. You sure about that? He asked, Lucy looked confused "Can you put your cell phone in the box, please?" -Lucy, "Whoo! Phone! Yes, yeah, I thought you meant something else. I was..." -Dariush, "What'd you think I meant?"-Lucy, that's when she realized what he meant and her eyes grew big "Dariush. Did you...?" -Lucy

"No, no,no,no. I didn't think that, no. I didn't... You know what, to be honest with you, I left my phone at home." He said, I snickered 'Oh my god my dirty mind'

I hid my phone and AirPods cuz I cannot Live without them, oh and also my charger.

[Outside]

I was outside with the others, "Okay, I better say goodbye to you now before I embarrass you in public. You know what that means?" -Alex mom, "Oh, mom.." he said, 'poor boy, everybody is watching them both' "🎶Ain't no mountain high enough🎶" she sung, "Mom you said you wouldn't. *sigh* 🎶Ain't no valley low enough🎶" - Alex, "🎶Ain't to river wide enough🎶" -his mom, "🎶To keep me from getting to you🎶" -Alex & his mom.

I smiled and shook my head, she hugged him and left, he was embarrassed since he saw all of us looking at him. I wish I had a family who would love me like That. I let out a sigh.

~Time Skip~

I was in line behind some kids, i was standing on the wooden floor, we were zip lining, Dariush walked up to me as I was ready to slide down, "Mm-hmm. 'Sup, girl? I'm Dariush" -Dariush, I looked at him and rolled my eyes, "Is this a layover because we're making that connection, ya feel me?" -Dariush, 'Oh my god that was the worst pickup line I ever heard' I couldn't stand it no more so I slid down as fast as I could down the line.

I could still hear them, "*laughs* That pickup line was the worst I've ever heard, man." -Logan. "Man look I got game. Girls fall when they see me." -Dariush.

"Yeah, they fall off the zip line and almost commit suicide." -Logan, "No, they fall in love."Dariush said, I laughed as I went down the zip line.

~Time Skip~

It was getting dark, I was sitting by the campfire drawing, I looked up at my surroundings and drew the Mother Nature with the kids walking around.

"Toy Story was messed up" -Carl, "How?" -Logan. "Take the third one, for example, that teenager, he represents the white folks." -Carl, "Huh?" -Logan, I listened in as their conversation was getting interesting.

"And cowboy, spaceman, and mr. and mrs. Potato people, they represent the brothers." -Carl, I chucked. "Okay, so let me get this strait. We're the toys." -Logan, "Preach" -Carl, "And when the white man leaves the room, we get to have fun." -Logan, "We get to shake it up." -Carl, "But when the white man comes back in, we gotta get stiff and do what they tell us to do." -Logan, "Now you're on my level." -Carl.

I held in my laughter, "So it's obviously the ruling class justification for the inferior conditions of the working class." -Logan, "My brother!" -Carl, "What about finding Nemo?" Logan asked, "Don't say nothing bad about finding Nemo." Carl said, "One more question. Why are we talking like the black men from the 80's?" -Carl, "Cuz that's what they want us to do" Carl said, "Preach brother" -Logan, "Got us with all these white kids, you see any black kids?" Carl asked, "I see one." Logan said, "Dariush? He got enough money, he damn near white." Carl said.

"Ahaha!" I laughed, I got up from the log and went over to grab a clean stick and some marshmallows. I sat back down and stared roasting the Marshmello, I like mines burnt but not too burn, I LOVE it!

~Time Skip~

After all those activity's my ass is worn out, I let out a big sigh and enter my cabin. There were four beds in that cabin, well two bunk beds with make four—never mind. I shared the cabin with three girls since boys aren't allowed to share a cabin with girls.

I laid my stuff out and got in bed, took out my phone and started watching my favorite YouTuber. I felt eyes on me, so I looked up from my phone. "Uhh hello" I said with a fake smile. She girl looked at me, "Umm we aren't supposed to have our phones, they should be in the box" the girl said.

I turned my phone off and sat up, "*sigh* And we aren't supposed to have nosey annoying girls, they are supposed to be on the high way, Entonces, ¿qué tal si cierras la boca y caminas por el molesto trasero de donde vienes?" I said with a smirk, she looked at me with a stink eye "Ok what did you just say?" She asked, the other two girls whispered shit about me.

"Perra, cállate la boca!!!" I said, I gave her a death stare. "Oh my god stop speaking Mexico" the second one said, "Bitch it's called Spanish" I said coldly. "Ok can we just get along, now my names Britney, this is Emma and Crystal" Britney said.

All I did was give them another fake smile.

"What's your name?" Crystal asked, "None of your business" I said, I grabbed my charger and tried reaching at the bottom cuz I didn't wanna her out of bed, I was close to put the base in the wall #What some of us go threw# I let out a sigh and got out of bed and put my phone on charger.

I laid in bed and my eyes getting heavy, I fell asleep.

༒𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼༒

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everykindofnerd13 · 4 years

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Richie is Trilingual AU

Based in 2019

It wasn't expected, Richie just panicked and started cursing Bowers out, it was completely normal, except, it was in French.

"Putain de merde!" He shouted angrily, pushing Bowers backwards by the shoulders.

"He t'encule!" He shouted, flipping Henry off. The losers looked on in shock while Henry Bowers just stared up at him in confusion.

"Dègage!" He exclaimed, making waving motions at Henry, who quickly scrambled up and ran away, glancing back at Richie as he went. Richie smiled to himself, then turned to look at his friends, who were still staring at him in shock. That's when he realised, he'd been accidentally shouting in French. He flushed and covered his face with his hands.

"Uh, Rich, what the hell was that?" Stan asked, his voice sounding slightly angry, but mostly confused.

"Uh, French?" Richie half asked, shrugging his shoulders and letting out an awkward laugh. Everyone still looked so confused, but Eddie looked starstruck.

"You know French!?" He asked, in his usual agitated voice, but his face conveying excitement.

"Uh yeah..." Richie answered, scratching the back of his neck.

"And you never thought to tell us?" Bev asked, sounding slightly offended. Richie chuckled and shook his head.

"I thought you guys would've realised, I usually speak in French when I'm doing homework, talking to myself in the language I learned first is just easier." Everyone's mouths fell agape.

"That's why nothing you say ever makes sense! It's actually a different language!" Eddie exclaimed, still staring right at Richie.

"What do you mean 'the language you learned first"? Ben asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Have I never told you guys that my mom is French?" He asked. Everyone shook their heads, "Oh well, she is, she and her family moved to the states when she was seventeen, so she spoke a lot of French, and my dad knew it as well because he went to France for his exchange program. So they just spoke French when they were alone in the house and I learned to speak French first rather than English, but that was pretty easy as well." Everyone's mouths were still agape in surprise. Richie laughed and shook his head.

"I know Spanish too, since my dad's side of the family is Latino." He explained, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around Eddie's shoulders, then turning around and leading his friends toward the clubhouse. Eddie looked up at him with stars in his eyes, mouth still slightly open.

"You're Trilingual?" He asked. Richie laughed at the word but nodded.

"Yeah, it's weird having family that speaks two different languages and neither did them is the one I speak with my chosen family." He ruffled Eddie's hair and smiled at his friends.

"But yeah, when I'm with my mom's side of the family, I speak French, when I'm with my dad's side of the family I speak Spanish, and when I'm with you guys, I speak English." Stan nodded, looking at the ground, his fingers intertwined with Bill's.

"Is it ever hard to remember certain words or phrases?" Eddie asked, still looking at Richie, who was looking at the ground and ahead of hi,m so that he could steer Eddie away from any obstacles.

"Well, sometimes when I was younger I would forget some words in English or Spanish and start saying them in French until I could remember, but it's not like I forget to switch over to a different language or anything. It's like, I've programmed my brain to speak certain languages with certain people, which is why the idea of a family reunion is terrifying. Imagine having to speak French with some people, Spanish with some people, and English with you guys, all in one night? Ugh!" Everyone blushed when he said 'you guys' because it meant he really did consider them family.

"You consider us family enough to bring us to a family reunion?" Mike asks, the first time he's spoken since before the Bowers attack.

"Of course, I mean, Mike brought all of his friends over when we met up with his family in Indiana. I think I'd bring you guys anywhere my family belongs." Richie said, smiling fondly at his friends. Eddie blushed darker, but didn't take his eyes off of Richie.

"Thanks Rich..." He murmured, causing Richie to look down at him and smile.

"Anytime Eds." He whispered back, "But yeah, I speak three languages, that that you just saw though, was a slip up, I don't always realise until after when I'm upset if I'm speaking a different language." He explained. Everyone nodded in understanding.

"Ok, so have you ever just, cursed out s family member in a different language, just to see what happens?" Bill asked, leaning over to look at Richie, who laughed.

"Yeah, Mike doesn't speak French, he's never had a reason to. So once, when we were younger, he took my comic book, and I told him that he was an Asshole, but in French, so I got in trouble for that, but he never found out what exactly I said." Eddie and Bev giggled at the story.

"Mike is the one that looks just like you right?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, Mike and Boris look exactly like Richie, but without glasses." Eddie explains swiftly, and points at the air as if to gesture to the different people. Ben mouths "oh." Then nods. Bev laughs at his response.

"Well, Richie, what exactly did you say to Bowers?" She asked. Richie laughed.

"Well, first I shouted 'What the Fuck' cause he was being an Ass, then I said 'fuck you' and last, I told him to scram because he needed to leave." Richie explained, shrugging. Eddie laughed at the translation, covering his mouth with his free hand. Richie once again smiled down at him with stars in his eyes, causing Stan to turn to Bill and open his mouth with his tongue hanging out and point down his throat, then make a gagging noise, making Bill chuckle. Richie flipped them off and made a snot face, then opened the hatch to the clubhouse and climbed down inside. Eddie followed soon after, and before soon, all the losers were seated sporadically around the clubhouse. Richie and Eddie we're back in the hammock, Bev, Ben and Mike were all sitting in Beanbags, and Bill and Stan had chosen the Egg chair that Bev had gotten for Christmas from her aunt, Bill settled halfway on Stan's lap, halfway actually in the chair.

"S-so, what do y-you guys w-wanna do?" Bill asked, leaning back and wrapping his arm around Stan's back so that he didn't crush him, then leaning his head on Stan's. Eddie practically jumped to get his opinion out.

"We should play Mike's Xbox!" He exclaimed excitedly. Everyone groaned and rolled their eyes, except for Richie who agreed with him immediately. Everyone sighed and rolled their eyes, but they got up and moved everything around, the TV, the controllers, the coffee table, and they all moved to sit around it more comfortably. They moved the beanbags and eggchair into a semi-circle around the TV, and Bev moved to sit in Ben's lap, while Richie plopped down in the other beanbag. When Eddie moved to sit down on the floor Richie shook his head grabbed Eddie's hips, pulling the smaller boy down into the beanbag with him. Eddie's mouth fell open and he squawked as he hit Richie's lap.

"Richie!" He exclaimed loudly, covering his face with his hands. Richie chuckled and wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist.

"Yeah sure, sitting basically on top of me in the hammock is fine, but sitting in my lap is completely different, plus it wouldn't be fair for you to sit in the floor while everyone else sat in chairs, so yeah." Richie explained himself, his face lighting up as well, that burst of confidence immediately gone.

"Rich..." Eddie mumbled.

"Wow! Richie actually cares about someone else?" Stan asks sarcastically, and Richie snaps his head around to look at him and glares.

"We all know I'd kill for you guys now shut up." Richie snarks, then wraps his arms around Eddie's waist, resting them in his lap. Eddie continued to blush but reached forward and grabbed a controller off the ground. They hadn't been able to afford more than two controllers, so it was a two at a time game. Bill was already holding the other one, now seated in Stan's lap so he could more comfortably play.

"W-what do you w-wanna play?" He asked, and looked at Eddie, who contemplated for a second before snatching Bill's controller and putting on Sea of Theives. The Losers had all found that Eddie particularly enjoyed RPGs. Though only Richie and Bill had realised it was because he had so much control over it, the feeling of control was almost foreign to Eddie, growing up in his household, so they never once told him to try something different when he put on an RPG.

"Sea of Thieves today? I was expecting The Outer Worlds." Richie chimed in from Eddie's shoulder.

"I like Sea of Theives just as much, plus, Outer Worlds isn't multiplayer, and I'm in a multiplayer mood!" Eddie explained sharply, before getting his control ready and nodding at Bill to start the game. Richie smiled to himself and relaxed, his eyes following Eddie and Bill's every movement on the screen. Slowly, he and Eddie relaxed back into the beanbag so that Richie was leaning back into it with Eddie on his chest, still thoroughly focused on his game. His knees were up in front of him, keeping him from slipping onto the floor while Richie's were wrapped around his waist with his arms, completely koalaing onto Eddie. Richie suddenly got the idea to throw Eddie off as he listened to Eddie huff in frustration. He leaned ever so slightly closer to Eddie's ear and whispered so only Eddie could hear.

"Eddie Mon amour, tu es tellement talentueux." Eddie's face lit up, and Richie felt pride fill his heart. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't realised the obvious awe in Eddie's eyes when he explained it was French he had been speaking.

"Eddie cher~" he sang quietly, and Eddie began to fumble his remote.

"Tu es trip mignon~" he continued, and Eddie's blush deepened further, reaching the tips of his ears.

"Je t'aime Eddie~" he sang more and Eddie gasped, dropping his controller and turning to slap Richie.

"Richie! You- you can't just! Ugh!" He complained loudly, then stood up and stomped over to the hammock. Richie was frozen in shock, while Bill quickly paused the game and set down his remote as well. He glares at Richie knowingly, then nodded toward the hammock that was still swinging slightly from the force Eddie had used to get in. Richie sighed, but nodded and stood up. As he was on his way to the hammock he took Bill's remote and closed the game, saving their progress of course then put on some music and used the 'I'm watching you' motion on all of his friend who either nods or put their hands in the air to prove their innocence. He huffed and walked over to the hammock, where Eddie was laying on his side. He pulled at the side of the hammock and he got in as well, but instead of laying at the opposite end, he layed with his head above Eddie's, and pulled him over on top of himself. Eddie looked at him annoyed, and blew a gust of minty breathe in his face.

"What is it?" Richie asked quietly, so that the other Losers didn't here them.

"You- Richie, I don't know what all you said, but you did say 'I Love You Eddie' in French." Richie's face lit up but he kept his composure.

"Uh... I didn't think you knew French..." He mumbled, and Eddie smiled softly.

"I don't Richie, but Je t'aime is a super common phrase in movies." He explained, and Richie nodded, clearly embarrassed. Eddie moved his hands to Richie's face while Richie moved his to Eddie's thighs.

"Do you wanna know what else I said?" Richie questioned while pulling Eddie's legs up and around his so that Eddie's knees weren't digging into his legs. Eddie blushed even harder but nodded, moving his arms around Richie's neck and putting his head down on his chest.

"Well first, I said, 'Eddie my love, you are so talented' then I said, 'Eddie dear' and then I said 'You're so cute', and last I said," Richie placed a kiss to Eddie's Temple and leaned back, moving his arms around Eddie's waist," I love you."

Eddie blushed immensely and hugged Richie tighter then turned his head and whispered into Richie's ear, "I love you too~" Richie smiled and hugged Eddie back, then shut his eyes and began to hum. Eddie soon fell asleep, his head rested on Richie's shoulder. Richie let him sleep for a while before leaning in close to his ear.

"Eddie~" he whisper sang, "Honey Bunny~" Eddie began to stir, and Richie became more persistent, "Eddie my love~" he sang sweetly.

"I love you so~" Eddie grumbled into Richie neck and moved his hand to lightly smack Richie's cheek.

"How I've wanted for you, you'll never know~" he continued.

"Richhhhh" Eddie complained loudly, and pushed himself up and off of Richie's chest, "Stop it..." He grumbled.

"I'll stop when you stop being a cute sleeper." Richie remarks, causing a bright red blush to spread over Eddie's cheeks.

"So uh, when are you guys gonna stop flirting and come back to sit down and be disgustingly cute and closeted over here?" Bev called from her place in Ben's lap. Richie and Eddie's faces both lit up and they stared knowingly into eachother's eyes, but began giggling almost immediately.

"Y-yeah, hey l-love birds! G-get over h-here! I w-w-wanna play s-some games with my R-RPG b-buddy!" Bill exclaimed loudly, waving Eddie's remote in the above the Egg Chair. Richie sighed and pushed on Eddie's stomach, pushing him up to sit in Richie's lap instead.

"Oh come on, you're not gonna expect me to be able to get out of the hammock with you in my arms right?" He asked. Eddie giggled and shook his head, moving one of Richie's arms from his waist to his front and waving it around in the air.

"With these noodle arms, you couldn't even lift me!" Eddie joked, and scrambled out of the hammock. He ran over to the Egg chair next to Bill and Stan and crouched down next to it. Richie scrambled out after him and followed quickly, his arms out in front of him and wiggling his fingers, ready to attack at any given moment. When he saw Eddie's red tennis shoes and bottle socks peeking out from behind the chair he pounced, but was caught by Bill and Stan both.

"No toucha da child." Stan stated plainly. Richie raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" He asked.

"N-no tou-toucha da ch-child!" Bill exclaimed excitedly, pushing Richie over into his beanbag. Eddie giggled and stood up, walking over to Richie.

"Eddie Spaghetti! You return to me!" He made grabbing motions and pasted his lap, and Eddie plainly took a seat. Richie went to wrap his arms back around Eddie's waist, but instead, he felt a smack to his wrist. He looked up and saw Bill leaning over from his spot in Stan's lap in the egg chair, and staying like that.

"No toucha da child." He stated seriously, then slowly his face broke out in a smile and he began to laugh, losing his balance and almost knocking the chair over into he process, but Stan grabbed him and pulled him up before it happened.

Then he turned to Richie and whispered, "No toucha da child." To which Richie promptly flipped him off and put his arms around Eddie's waist and put his head on his shoulder. Stan and Bill leaned backward and put their hands on their chests in mock offense. Eddie giggled at their antics but reached up and grabbed his remote from Bill's hand and nodded at him to start the game.

"You two are sickening." Bev remarked, repeating Stan's motion from early before they entered the clubhouse.

Richie flipped her off too and she shook her head.

"No, I mean Bill and Stan, they already act like newly Weds, and they've been dating a month."

"Aww Bevvy, ils sont amoureux!" He exclaimed throwing his arm dramatically in the air. Stan smacked said hand, and Bill punched him in the arm. He huffed and brought his arm back to Eddie's stomach.

"Hmph, just play your game then." He mock pouted, putting his head on Eddie's shoulder.

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