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tonberry-yoda · 1 year
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Hi sis!! I know you're having a lot of work so take your time! Sooo a match up for jjba pleasee
(character younger than 21 please)
I think you know the basic of my but here we go: Im a tanned, latino person, Brazilian and Paraguayan mix, i speak about 4-5 languages, im bigender and unlabeled, im autistic and i have adhd and anxiety, I have image issues so I'm obsessed with getting ready, fixing my face, my hair etc, I have a kind of weird personality, one day I'm totally happy and excited and other days I feel like I'm a zombie, speaking of zombie... I have one leg that is weaker than the other so I limp a lot and fall down easily. I'm usually quiet, but if you wind me up I can talk for hours about the things I like.
oh my gosh, i love doing requests for you! this one was tricky because jjba has SO MANY CHARACTERS OMG! but i think i might have the perfect person for you and i hope you like it because
the character I chose for you is...
PANNACOTTA FUGO!!!
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he is such a kind lil guy omg
sure he may have anger issues, but lets be real here, you would help calm them down for him
he would love you for that
and in return, he would help calm down your anxieties that you may have
on those days where you feel like a zombie, he would stick by your side and press little kisses onto your cheeks if that is okay with you
he would definitely help with your image issues. it can be really hard to get rid of those, but at first when you told him this, he didnt believe you. you're gorgeous!!! he would give you so much love and care about that omg
he would love that you give him gifts omg
he would get all flustered
he's just as quiet as you, but when you two get to talking you cant stop lol
literally would be there for you always
You brushed your hair back for what seemed like the hundredth time, but it just didnt look right! You sighed and tried one more time when your boyfriend, Fugo, walked in.
"Hi babe. You look adorable! Your hair looks great." He pressed a kiss onto your cheek and you froze, blush forming softly on your cheeks.
"Y-You think my hair looks great?" You turned back to the mirror and smiled at yourself.
"Hm?" Fugo looked up from a book he found and smiled. "Of course it does! Your hair always looks great, does it not?"
You giggled and threw your arms around him pressing kisses all over his cheeks. He giggled and threw his arms around you too, falling backwards and onto the floor by accident.
You apologized softly and looked up at Fugo who you could've sworn had hearts in his eyes. "I love you, y/n."
"I love you too."
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earth2eden · 12 days
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okay. im updating lou's story bc the dc hyperfixation is coming back!
Lou Sawyer's parents were 16 when they had Lou and Saoirse!!!! L and S (bc i cba) were identical twin girls, born to Jackie Sawyer (gotham born and raised) and Frank Mcintosh (an irish immigrant) Jackie and Frank met at a party shortly after Frank moved to america, and jackie fell in love bc.... hes a man w an accent, what was she supposed to do? they got together, and jackie got pregnant like. 4 months into dating.
both were immediately like 'FUCK NO' and broke up, jackie told her parents who made her carry the kids to term, but forced her to leave them at a local hospital :( (i hc gotham has the safe haven law) they were brought into foster care after being checked over, and was taken in by a decent (but SUPER RELIGIOUS) couple, but when the twins were interview one day, their social worker noticed they had... alot of extremist ideas? but bc that wasn't physically harming the kids, they were left there. (The foster parents were called Christine Ann Marie Wicklow and Kyle Wicklow, but thats not important to the story)
L and S were raised there, and adopted when they were 4! (fun fact, they were named by another irish immigrant who worked as a nurse in their local hospital, who became attached to the twins after losing her own a few months prior. just wanted to add that.)
They were raised in the Catholic church, and went to mass every sunday, went to a PROPER catholic school and everything. both twins internalised A LOT of harmful ideas, especially about gender and sexuality (the twins are also half brazilian, and inherited their mums tan skin which lead to some... comments from church goers.)
they grew up pretty normal- living in a rough part of the Narrows, but making friends with the neighbours! Mainly Cain, and older kid with a large burn scar on one side of his face, and Oscar, a little kid who was born blind. They all stuck together and had a very sibling like relationship.
When L and S were 13, they were hanging around an alley doing homework fairly late at night. They were minding their business when a random came up to them and started talking to them- the twins thought he was weird, and ignored him, but he eventually grabbed Lou's arm, and tried getting Lou to come with him.
Saoirse jumped into action and started yelling "Hey! Get your hands off her!" The guy looked startled and looked around, before grabbing Lou and trying to DRAG him away- Lou screamed.
Eventually the guy pulled a knife and slashed Lou's mouth- leaving him with his signature scar. Saoirse jumped the guy, pulling Lou away and trying to attack the guy- who ended up stabbing Saoirse to death.
The guy ran away and Lou was left cradling his sister's dead body, he kept trying to stop the bleeding, and when he felt the warmth slowly leave her body, he screamed.
Eventually, someone heard and called an ambulance. When the paramedics tried to bring Lou away, he kept crying and screaming that his sister was alive- that he knew it. But she was pronounced DOA. Lou was brought to the same hospital he was abandoned at, and went through extensive surgery. (also fun fact, the same nurse that named him ended up taking care of him while in a medically induced coma)
While Lou was recovering physically and mentally, he started acting out pretty severally- stealing, fighting, ect- and his adopted parents decided to leave him in the state's care again, claiming he 'was marked by the devil' and pretty heavily blamed him for his sister's death.
Around this time, Lou's meta powers started showing up. He started mimicking his parents voices, and once shifted his face into his father's mid fight. This was another reason he was abandoned again.
After being back in foster care, Lou kept running away, transitioned (ftm), changed his name, and eventually joined as a low-level member of Two-face's crew. He hid his age and name, pretending to be 18 and some guy named Frank Sawyer (in reference to his bio parents.)
Eventually, he rose through the ranks, and slowly people realised... maybe this guy aint actually 18.
Two-face saw this ambitious kid and was like "... fuck.... i gotta take him under my wing..."
What started as a mentorship, became a familial relationship. Two-face understood Lou's anger and guilt, and turned it into something productive- crime.
After Two-face unofficially adopted Lou, he brought in Cain and Oscar and took them under his wing too. In order of age (oldest to youngest), it's Cain, Lou, then Oscar. Lou became Poser, a shapeshifter (which included being able to mimic someone's powers for a short amount of time), Cain became Abel, just a regular human, and Oscar became Echo, with powers similar to Black Canary (but when he screams he's able to see anything- through walls, heat signatures, ect.)
all in all, they're a big happy family who do crime together!
Two-face and Bruce eventually reconcile, and they agree to lay off all the murder. Lou joins the outlaws with Red Hood, Arsenal, and Starfire. Cain and Oscar still work together, and Lou helps out on occasion.
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lunaticlua · 4 years
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how do you make a home? // part 7
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a/n: hi! college is taking up most of my time this week. this chapter doesn't have much going on, but i like it nonetheless. soon, we will embark on a more canon part of the story. hope you like it :)
additional note: the title of the chapter is from 'time alone with you' by jacob collier ft. daniel caesar
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chapter 7: time alone with you
“lay all day in bed with me and teach me how to love ya” (time alone with you – jacob collier ft. daniel caesar)
Lulu is scrolling through her Instagram feed on her bed Sunday morning, enjoying the sun's rays entering her bedroom and warming her body, when she hears a tapping. She gets up and walks to it. After opening the curtain completely and lifting the windows, she finds a pile of blonde hair and a pair of ocean blue eyes grinning at her. She tries to hide the growing happiness on her heart as she speaks. “JJ, what are you doing here?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Seeing you,” he shrugs. “Now, can I come in?”
“Yes, but you do know that we have a door, right?” She jokes as he is jumping through the window into her bedroom and almost falling. She notices the same backpack he had with him the day prior on his back. Before sleeping, she revisited all the instances that should have given her a red flag about the state of his home life, but she hadn’t paid too much attention until now. Him practically living at his best friend’s house was one of those.
“Of course, I do. But this way is more romantic.”
“Oh, you are romantic now,” she teases, even though she is aware that she can’t stop smiling at his antics. His silly behavior had been the biggest cause of the lightheartedness that came with seeing him every workday of the last month, despite her attempts at closing herself off and not letting him in.
“Always have been, babe,” JJ winks with a juvenile smirk as he comes closer to her, taking her into his strong arms.
“I am ‘babe’ now?”
“Could have been earlier if you wanted to.” Instead of answering, she simply laughs, savoring the closeness of the hug. The comfort that it brings to both of them is unmatched. Lulu loves her aunt and uncle more than anything else in the world and she is forever grateful for having them in her life. JJ recognizes that, without the Pogues by his side, his life would be so much harder and sadder. But they know wholeheartedly that, even as cliché as it sounds, they had found a safe heaven on each other’s embrace.
The teasing atmosphere is gone by the time Lulu stares into his kind, loving eyes. Bearing her soul to him and listening to his deep secret the day before solidified the feeling she had been harboring for the boy. The words they hadn’t spoken yet are evident on their gazes and smiles. He leans forward, placing his callous hands on her rosy cheeks and connecting their lips.
As the kiss deepens, she moves her hands to his shaggy hair, feeling its softness through her fingers. His heart skips a beat at the caring touch. A lifetime with a negligent, runaway mother and a violent father made him unaccustomed to this kind of affection, even though the Pogues weren’t shy at showing their love for one another.
After some time, they end up, laying on her bed. Lulu has her head rested on his chest and he is playing with her fingers, relishing on the comfortable silence and on each other’s company. She props up and turns to look at him, still leaning on him. “Tell me something no one knows about you.”
“I am the best surfer in Outer Banks,” he deadpans.
“Be serious,” she pouts at him.
“I am! People should acknowledge this, but they don’t. It’s a shame,” she stares at him skeptical. “Okay, okay... Let me think.”
“I am waiting.”
He sticks his tongue out at her, making her laugh. “My real name is John Jackson.”
“John Jackson?”
“Yeah. For some odd reason, people in this island love to name their children John. But, since I became friends with John B in third grade, I go by JJ. I don’t even think Pope and Kie know my actual name.”
“I like it. Your name,” the answer brings out a smile on his face.
“It was my grandfathers’ names. My parents wanted to honor them or some shit. I think that the last person that called me John was my mother, but, after she went away, it is weird,” he grimaces, as it clearly is a sensitive topic for him.
“It makes sense. My mom used to call me Luluzinha, which it is an affectionate Brazilian way of saying Little Lulu. My aunt tried to keep calling me that, but I hated it. It sounded so wrong in another person’s mouth after everything.”
“You miss your mom a lot?”
“Every single day,” she replies, touching the star pendant on her necklace that it used to belong to the woman. “Do you? Miss your mother, I mean?”
“Not really,” he tries to sound nonchalant, but she notices the conflicted emotions on his eyes. “Tell me something no one know about.”
He changes the subject and she accept it without questioning. Talking about family is not easy for everyone and she understands it. “I like taking pictures.”
“Of yourself?” He asks with a malicious smirk, moving with a loose strand of her brown hair from her face.
“No! Pictures of places, of things, of fully clothed people.”
“Bummer,” he jokes. “You are any good?”
“I think so. The school paper back in Ohio used my photos quite a lot.”
“Can I see it?”
“Of course,” she voices cheerfully. His interest on her and all the things surrounding her never failed to make her happy. She gets up from the bed and walks to her closet, pulling a big box. It is filled with the pictures she took and revealed through the six years she been doing this. She picks some of her favorites, the majority from the two year. “It is not much. There weren’t many exciting things back there but photographing the football games was nice. I liked the movement and the emotion of it.”
He goes through the ones she puts on his hand, analyzing it carefully. “I don’t understand a lot about art and stuff, but these are good.”
“Thanks.”
“How long have you been doing this?”
“Since I was ten. When I moved to Ohio to live with Auntie Rita, I was appointed a therapist. I didn’t speak for a long time after that night. It was hard and Betty, the therapist, she said that I should try to find a way to express myself. After some time, I began talking again. Sounds dumb, but it made sense.”
“It is not dumb. It helped you, right?” She nods and he pulls her into his arms again. “Whatever helps you with all this pain is not dumb. Nothing regarding you is dumb.”
“Thank you, J,” she kisses him lightly. “I know this deep down, but it is hard to remember.”
They get back to lying position, cuddling. They are in complete silence for some minutes when he breaks it. “I want you to meet my friends.”
It draws a genuine smile from her. “Tell me more about them.”
“I think that you will get along with Kiara fine. She is this environmentalist, hippie chic. Her family owns the Wreck. She is actually a Kook. You know what a Kook is, right?”
“I grew up here, JJ, remember?” She quips, thinking about the Pogue v. Kook thing that everyone learned at a young age.
“Anyway, she is rich, but for some reason she likes us better than the trust fund kids from the Kook Academy. She is bossy and creative. Pope got the brain, but Kie is the one who actually makes sure that we don’t get arrested.”
“I already like her, then.”
“Of course, you do. Oh, man, you two being friends will be the death of me,” he grumbles, prompting a giggle from her. “Pope is the one who will get out of here. He has a scholarship lined up for him. He just needs to pass this one last interview, which he will definitely do, because he is the smartest person I know. And there is John B. The one who lets me crash at his place practically every other night. He is my best friend. His dad disappeared at the sea some months ago. He is in denial. Kie humors him with it, but we know that he is not coming back. No one get lost at sea these days and lives to tell the story,” he ends with a sad expression. Big John had been a father figure for him as well and his death shock him hardly.
“Is he living by himself?”
“Technically, no. His uncle is his legal guardian, but he hasn’t been home for months now. This would be a good thing during the summer, if DCS wasn’t all over John B because of it.”
“This sucks.”
“Yeah, it does. Family is a messy thing.”
He holds her tighter and brings her closer to his chest, seeking comfort with the action. Sensing that he is not on the mood to continue to talk about it, she just looks up to his face. His eyes are closed, preventing her from seeing the ocean of emotions present in it. He seems peaceful like this: lying down with her by his side. She analyzes his sun-tanned skin and his blonde hair, taking in his beautiful face.
“I like you,” he opens his eyes startled. “I know that it is pretty obvious now, but I wanted to say it either way. You are the first person my age who got close to me and I am happy that you did. I like you, J. A lot.” His surprised expression softens.
“I really like too, Lulu.” He beams at her and, then, brings her face closer, kissing her passionately. They spend the rest of the day together, enjoying the fact that her uncle was away for a fishing trip with some friends. They cherish the calmness, without knowing that the moments of peace were fleeting, and they would miss easiness of this day later on.
“do you realize you have the most beautiful face?” (do you realize?? – the flaming lips)
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dulcetgames · 4 years
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Okay so my oc her name is Emily Cardoso she is in Business, Commerce & Politics Dept., and her concentration is Management. Sis is a baller she co owns a company along with her older sister. Well she had an idea for an app and her sister made it possible with coding skillz B) then it just took off and got popular. Either way Emily is talkative as shizzle sticks and always finds something to talk about. She seems very air-headed at first but like sis knows what she’s talking about. She knows how to be serious when it’s time to be serious (she regards it as business talking time). When it comes to business stuff though, sis knows how to talk and manipulate her words, like if she was a rpg character her charisma skill would be the highest. Despite her being a big crackhead shes a workaholic like she will lock herself up and work until shes done then “reward” herself with food like its not a basic need. When she has a crush on someone its really obvious like just cue horrible pickup lines and random winking everywhere. She does it so often that it almost comes off as playful so you don’t really know if she likes you or its just some weird joke. Know it’s time for a quick physical description! yayyyyyyy. Shes 5'2, pale-ish skill that tans easily, she’s Brazilian, dark brown eyes, dark brown wavy hair that falls at her upper boob area, and she usually has a laid-back smile uwu. 
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Why?
Alistair has a lot of experience already dealing with workaholic business people (i.e. Tadashi). He’s more than able to take care of you. Not only is he very gentle and affectionate, his disciplined and down-to-earth nature perfectly complements your more chaotic side. Alistair has this way of pointing people in the right direction, which will help you find a good balance between work and play. He also really appreciates how direct and playful you would be with him while you flirt.
Alternatives
If you don’t think Alistair is a good fit for you, we can propose a couple of alternatives:
Tadashi: You two would absolutely be a power couple. He would admire your entrepreneurial drive and work ethic. Overall, you guys have a lot in common.
Tegan: You’re already a powerhouse with your programmer sister, it would only be magnified with Tegan. His chaotic side is definitely something you’d appreciate in him, too.
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thorn-amidst-roses · 5 years
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Gonna talk about the lasering thing a bit - the whole process, part because I’m hype and part in case anyone is interested or wants to rubberneck. This is probably going to get a bit TMI, I am not a shy person, so I’m throwing it under a cut for that, for length (I do love to ramble), and in case no one cares.
I very much apologize for the five minutes of scrolling I may have just guaranteed to anyone on mobile.
OK so, as far as legs and forearms I don’t care about being a yeti. I actually like it. Chris hates the legs, but he keeps his damn mouth shut, as well he should. On the flip side of that, I don’t let him shave his beard, so fair’s-fair. In any case, I don’t mind shaving my legs - they’re easy, I only shave my lower legs (upper thighs are blonde and fine) and the skin plays nice.
No one gives a crap about my arms so they just run wild as nature intended. Sometimes I get at my face with a straight razor if I’m wearing makeup and want it to lie better or if I just want to have the experience of doing it because I’ve been called “miss” a few too many times that day.
Also I make my own shaving oil and it smells great so yeah.
The only parts I usually shave are my armpits (because otherwise I sweat like a mofo) and the whole...downstairs...mixup, because it grows all unruly-like. Trouble is, my armpits don’t like it and get super swollen and rashy (hurts bad man), and I get ingrown hairs at an insane rate where my underwear rubs.
I can’t wax at home (tried it, oh god it was a shitshow), I’m afraid of Nair (I think I tried it once as a teenager and it didn’t do shit for the hair, but burned my skin), and paying someone to wax me is $$$.
So that’s the long-ass story behind why I was sitting at a med spa today talking to a very nice lady about lasering my butthole.
All things said and done, it wasn’t cheap ($1k for underarms, $2k for the Brazilian), and that covers a 16-month treatment period of 8 treatments spaced 6-8 weeks apart, as well as lifetime touch-ups. It’s expensive, but we figured it’s basically like paying for every razor I’d ever buy all at once.
(TMI warning between the lines! Avert your eyes, shy people!!)
The Brazilian was decided on because I grow coarse hair that chafes the both of us when we do filthy things at each other. Either we suffer, or I shave it and am in rashy ingrown pain for days after. So we were prepared to throw some money at the issue and had been weighing options and lifetime costs for awhile now.
(TMI warning over!)
Oh and I get a $250 coupon towards Botox or fillers if I ever decide I want them (Chris says fuck no).
Anyway, we pay out - they offered payment plans (which I like because it uses less up-front money and doesn’t charge interest), but my accounts were frozen due to the Equifax breach and they company refused to unlock them without a handwritten letter. I ended up putting it on my card for the cashback and then paying it out of savings, so no harm done but now I need to take a break from doll buying and regenerate my cash, lame.
So they didn’t have any appointments in my time window until June, but they did have one opening...right fucking now. So they asked if I was ready to get down to business and I’m like...uh...I guess.
The start of the whole thing was a lot like waxing - they give you some soap and baby wipes to clean up with (I checked - the soap was non-fragranced and marketed for genital use - if it weren’t, that would’ve been red flag enough to send me to the door). Then you get as naked as necessary, drape yourself, and wait. In my case, I was in a tanktop and socks, which is somehow more hilariously awkward to me than just being naked.
I’m not at all shy about being naked in front of total strangers as long as we all know what’s up. The only weirdness came from not really understanding directions (”Bend your leg” had me like “wh? Like put my knee up? Like? No? Oh you mean splay it out OK”), and from my skin being stupidly ticklish - they had to mark out zones and then apply aloe afterwards, which was cold and goopy and honestly the worst part.
If you’ve ever looked into the process before, they say it sounds a lot like having a rubber band snapped against your skin over and over. That seems about right, but tbh I didn’t feel most of the zaps. A few were stingy, but not enough to make me flinch at all, and it was quick. To be fair, I have pretty high pain tolerance, but if my fucked up knee is 8/10 when trying to hobble down the stairs, this was like a 3/10, 4/10 at worst when I got zapped in a really sensitive spot (which wasn’t where you’d expect).
I’d imagine that this is easier than having a tattoo done, both in pain and duration. Haven’t had a tattoo, but based on what people have said about it. If you’re afraid of have a bad appointment, they do offer to call in lidocaine prescriptions to numb things up for next time.
The whole process (underarms and Brazilian) was about 20 minutes. It was ridiculously quick, and the worst part was the burning hair smell (and the aloe). The technician (who they did specify was a medical professional, not someone who was just licensed on the laser) kept up the basic dentist chair chatter throughout, and kept checking that I was okay.
The basics of it are that the laser burns away SOME of the hair during the process, but some hair will still be left behind to fall out within a week or so, so you won’t leave the office ready to lube yourself up and set some Slip N’ Slide records. Once you start the process, you can’t wax, thread, or use Nair for the entire duration (16 months, in my case) because they need the hair roots intact. You CAN shave, and are encouraged to shave - but you can’t shave 24-48 hours before an appointment because they need enough hair growth for the laser.
Aftercare is basically “don’t fuck with your skin for a bit”, no sun exposure/tanning for awhile afterwards (if you have to be in the sun, they say to use SPF50 WITH zinc), and apply aloe if things feel a little sunburned. Redness is normal for 24 hours, call them if it’s still red after that.
I’m at just about 6 hours out, and yes, my buttcrack feels mildly sunburned, which is a weird occasion.. It seems to come in waves - my armpits were irritated first, and now it’s my ass. Honestly though it’s not bad, I’m pale as shit and burn all the time, and this is noooothiiiiing compared to that.
Um, maybe feels a bit like razorburn, actually?
So yeah, I dunno, not cheap but not like, insane. But my scale of “insane” is along the lines of “why is top surgery not covered by insurance holy fuck”, so, grain of very salty salt I guess. It came in about the same price as my out-of-pocket costs for getting my tubes removed, which is a little wild, but this a better deal for time spent (turns out that laparoscopic tube surgeries are a very “wham-bam-thank-you-m...sorry, sir” sort of affair clocking in at 10-20 minutes).
So, yeah, that’s it. I kind of wish I’d thought to take “before” pictures (of my underarms, I’ll spare y’all the business) so I could show progress as this goes along, but I did not. Oh well.
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elrabid · 6 years
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(here comes the lecture)
Okay so this is the last I'm gonna say about this & then all of you can delete my ass if you want.
Latino isn't a race, it isn't even an ethnicity. It's just a term for the U.S. to call "all those people who kinda live under us & their kids" and it was taken by everyone bc it’s catchy and it works. I doubt anyone finds it offensive but let’s call things by their names yknow. We do have many things in common, and many or some of us are proud of it and find it funny to call them out. And it is kinda like a dysfunctional family where everyone hates each other but don't you talk shit about my cousin, only I can roast em.
Now with that said. The problem with the term(s) latino/latina/latinx isn't the term itself but the way people take it. As in. I'm just gonna say this character is "latino" and that's how deep as it gets, just some generic idea of what you think that entails. Latino isn't an umbrella term just to reblog some aesthetics of a golden cross & roses, or beautiful curvy & tan bodies, and have them be "spicy" and maybe once use a spanish word. It's not going to make your character more "sexy" or interesting, it's just a word.
Obviously NO ONE is against having more latino characters around whether it be in RP or TV shows or anywhere. BRING THEM. I'm not even against tan, hot people & nice sexy aesthetics bc I mean, WHO IS? I love em. But most of us are just tired of seeing it as a generic tag.
I'll bet that if you have to write an Irish character, or whatever, I bet you at least look at the wikipedia of their country. At least look at the baby names page of that country to have a classic name like Siobhan or whatever. If you're committed you even go and look in YouTube or some movie, to find a voice claim of that nationality and hear how they sound to post it on your tumblr.
With Latin American characters its the same! It's not some spooky mysterious land. No one will get mad at you for making a Venezuelan or Mexican or Brazilian character. Just kinda take a peek at the idiosyncrasies of that nationality, or how they sound like, what language they speak. It's not that hard, I do it all the time when I write a character from a nationality that isn't my own, whether it is from the U.S. or Russia, or even other Latin American countries. Because I don’t live there & I probably won’t get it right anyway, but I want to try to at least write a coherent character.
To understand better, think of it this way. If you're from the U.S. and I make a character born in idk Wisconsin, but have him speak like someone from Texas because I saw it in a movie and I liked the whole cowboy thing, because that's how all Texans are like, right? Wouldn't you find it at least weird or mildly annoying? And we’re talking about the same country. If I make an Irish character but have him act like someone from Scotland "because they are all kinda the same". Or have a British character say bloody on every sentence. Its all lazy writing, and lazy writing is annoying and uninteresting.
And YES, this is just RP and WHO CARES? because it's a game and no one is going to care and it's not going to change shit. And you're right, it won't change shit, and it really doesn't matter if your character is half decent because you're not getting paid for this, you’re just having fun. YES, more power to you. But you know what? It changes it for that latino/latina/latine who takes the time to read your pages and sees that you cared enough to research juuuust a little, and don't insult us with what ultimately translates to: 
"meh, all latinos are the same anyway, they are all kinda Mexican, right?".
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clubparker-blog1 · 7 years
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cereal in a bag: part two (peter parker x reader)
hi, a few of you wanted a part two to cereal in a bag so here you go, it’s a little rough but oh well lol, I’m working on other requests and they’ll be out soon <3
spoiler: this contains no cereal in bags. i’m sorry
contains: fluff
word count: 2k
summary: after months of after-school meet ups at the park by your house, you and Peter find yourselves confessing your feelings to one another.
requests:
‘hey so I don't know if u are taking requests but I just read cereal in a bag and now I'm craving for more IT'S SO FUCKING CUTE I CANT DEAL WITH IT and if you could do a part 2 in which the reader has developed feeling for peter and then they're hanging out and something more happens (you know what I mean? like fluffy making out) I'd really appreciate! and if you write it please tag me thankss (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) btw I'm Brazilian so I really don't know if I wrote everything right, sorry if I didn't!’ - @eutimica
‘More cereal in bag that was fluffing amazing’ -anon
‘Part 2 of cereal in a bag please!! 😊’ -anon
‘More cereal in the bag where the reader and Peter confess their feelings? Thanks.’ -anon
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Months after that first day at the park with Peter, you began meeting up with him there once or twice a week after school. Sometimes you caught the bus together, other times, you’d walk and talk about outer space, or your favourite films and conspiracy theories. Some weeks, he couldn’t make it because of his Stark internship, and you’d go to the park by yourself and bury your head in a book for an hour or two, though you secretly wished Peter was in the swing beside you, pointing at clouds that looked like faces or animals. You didn’t talk all that much in school, although he started sitting by you in English and chatting to you in Gym. But you were glad, because it gave you more to talk about when you finally got time alone together.
Today, the sun was mellow and made the clouds glow in the sky. You were waiting for Peter by the school gates, fiddling with the bracelet around your wrist. When you finally spotted him, your face broke out into a wide smile. His hair was in messy curls and he had on a sweater that was at least two sizes too big for him, almost coming down to hid mid-thigh. His eyes scanned the crowd, his face lighting up when he saw you and he sped his walk to an almost-run.
“There you are!” He beamed, pulling you into a tight hug with both arms. His hair was slightly wet and you giggled, pulling away and running your fingers through it playfully.
“Why is your hair all wet?” You asked, finding it hard to keep the grin off your face.
He crossed his arms and pouted, scrunching his nose up. “Flash sprayed his water bottle at me after Gym and ruined it, that’s why I’m wearing this dumb sweater, my shirt is ruined.”
“Well, I think you look cute,” you giggled, linking arms with him and breaking out into a skip on the spot. He grinned with pink cheeks, looking at the ground and squeezing your arm.
You began skipping out the gates, pulling him behind you and a laugh erupted from his lips, giggles tumbling from your own. The sunlight set his stray hairs alight, going from brown to an almost red colour, even though it was wet. The two of you made your way out of the school and set off toward the park. You walked together quietly, simply enjoying the company of each other, arms still linked loosely.
You continued your slow stroll before Peter stopped in his tracks, causing you to only just avoid tripping over your own feet. He dropped your arm, crouching down and plucking a wild daisy from the side of the path. You felt a warmth in your chest as he stood back up, a proud look on his face. He stepped toward you and gently moved your hair over your shoulder, tucking the flower behind your ear and rolling his lip between his teeth in concentration as he made sure it was secure. He stepped back and examined it with a tilted head, nodding and his smile grew wider.
“Pretty,” Is all he said, but his tone was gentle and sincere. The sun peeked out from its place behind a cloud, warming your skin and turning Peter’s brown eyes to a soft gold. Both your gazes lingered for a moment, before you began walking slowly once again. He matched your pace, walking close beside you with his shoulder brushing yours.
Instead of heading straight for the swings as you usually would when you finally reached the park, Peter ran over to the merry-go-round, smiling excitedly at you.  
“I’ll spin you!” He beamed, grabbing hold of one of the bars.
“What if I break it?” You laughed, seeing the way the yellow paint was chipped how the metal would squeak when you leaned on it.
“You won’t, just get on!” He exclaimed. He looked overly excited, shifting from foot to foot with a wide grin and you gave in, sitting down and hugging the pole in front of you. Peter laughed and immediately started walking around it, slowly building up speed before breaking into a run and spinning it quickly. He jumped on after it had gotten so fast that you had to tighten your grip on the bar, laughing loudly, the wind running through his hair.
“Wooo!” He laughed, throwing his head back with his eyes shut, smiling so hard that you could hardly remember what he looked like frowning. The daisy flew from the place behind your ear and you gasped, giggling,
“Noo! The flower!” You cried, the small, creaky merry-go-round gradually losing speed.
“Aww!” He shouted over the wind that was whirring past your ears. He let go with one hand and stuck it up in the air, letting it stream through his fingers.
Once the spinning slowed to a halt, Peter opened his eyes and looked over at you, his hair in a wild, curly mess. His face was bright and he looked like he was going to burst with joy, a small laugh coming from his lips as he stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you over to the other side of the playground where a dulled yellow pipe stood, coming up to just below your knee. After your many visits to the little park, you never actually knew what it did. There was an identical pipe coming out of the tan park a few feet away, the paint flaking off from past years.
“Put your ear to this,” He told you, crouching down and pointing at it. You frowned at him, tilting your head to the side. “Just trust me.” He said, smiling and letting go of your hand. As you pressed your ear to the pipe, he ran over to the other one and crouched behind it, cupping his hands around the opening and whispering into it.
“Hey,” He said, his voice in your ear despite the distance between you. Your lips curled into a smile and you looked at him over your pipe, giggling.
“Hello,” You replied, speaking in a gentle whisper just as he had.
“How are you going?” He asked, smile prominent in his voice.
“I was good, but I lost my flower,” You told him, pouting.
He took a moment to reply, chuckling quietly, “Well that’s a shame, isn’t it? I’ll get you a new one. What’s your favourite?”
“Favourite what, flower?” You asked.
“Mhm.”
You thought about it for a moment, “Red roses?”
He laughed, not because it was funny, but because you seemed to consider it a very serious question, which he adored, “Generic,” He teased.
“I think you mean romantic.” You argued gently, smiling.
Heat rose to his face, though you didn’t notice. “More like cliché”
“Well, I’m sorry my favourite flower isn’t interesting enough for you, Parker.” You whispered, cheeks hurting from how much you were smiling.
He laughed gently into the pipe, the sound carrying over to yours and filling your chest with a soft glow of warmth. The two of you stayed quiet for a short while, simply smiling to yourselves with pink on your cheeks.
“Here, I have a question,” You whispered, picking at the flaky paint on the pipe.  
“Yes?”
“What makes you happy?” You peered over at him as you asked, and he smiled at you gently.
“Well, a lot of things make me happy.” He replied.
“Such as?”
“Movies make me happy, and finishing making something really cool out of Lego with Ned, and seeing cats on my way home from school, and… and this one girl, she makes me happy. Like, super happy.”
“Yeah?” You asked, stomach doing a flip when you heard the last one.
“Yeah. She’s… She’s amazing. She’s really smart, and funny, and kind, and caring, and… And she’s beautiful, too. Really beautiful. She makes me feel really weird, but nice. Like it’s always warm, even when it’s not, y’know? And like everything’s alright even when it really isn’t.” He trailed off, sounding the happiest you’ve ever heard him as he went on and on. Your fingertips tingled with anticipation as you leaned closer to the pipe as to reply, your heart beating quickly in your chest.
“Well, it sounds like she’s very special to you,” You practically breathed your words out, pulling your lip between your teeth nervously.
“She is. For sure.” He whispered back. “But I don’t know if I should tell her how I feel, because I don’t want to ruin what we have, as stupid as it sounds…”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t ruin anything,” You told him softly, “She might even feel the same way about you.”
He held his breath, his own heartbeat quickening, “You think so?”
“I do. Any girl would be lucky to have you, Peter.”
“Well…” He started, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He paused for a long moment, and you could hear his gentle breathing through the pipe as you awaited his response, each second feeling like it lasted forever.
“I… I-I like you a lot, Y/N, and I… I understand if you don’t feel the same, but you’re amazing, and I just- I hope you know that you make me really happy, and…” He wiped his palms on his sweatpants, his face flushed red.
Your chest swelled, happiness engulfing your entire body to the point you thought it would smother you. Heat rose to your cheeks and left a blush on your entire face as you leaned forward to respond,
“Peter…” You started, and he quickly cut you off, sounding almost panicked,
“No, it’s okay, I understand, I just- “
You giggled gently and he stopped, looking confused as you peered over the yellow pipe.
“No, Peter, I was going to say that I… I feel the same way about you, and I…I think you’re really great, and you make me incredibly happy, and I- God, I sound so stupid, I’m trying, okay?” You laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. Peter’s eyes widened, his lips hanging agape as he listened to your words, a grin breaking out on his face,
“No way, really? Are you serious? I never thought-,” He cut himself off, too excited to finish his own sentence and he ran is fingertips through his now-dry hair. You raised to your feet and ran over to where he was sat on the ground, bending down and wrapping your arms around him. Giggles tumbled wildly from your lips and you fell beside him, pulling him down onto his back with you. He laughed and pulled you closer to his side, burying his face in the crook of your neck with an expression of pure glee on his face. The two of you lied there with your arms tangled together, letting the sunshine warm your skin, nothing but the sound of your gentle breaths breaking the comfortable silence between you.
After a while, Peter raised his head, his face only a few inches from yours and you studied each other’s every feature, from barely visible freckles to a stray eyelash on his cheek. His eyes eventually rested on your lips, and you could feel his heartbeat speeding up in his chest. He inched forward very slowly, stopping when he was so close that your breaths became one instead of two. You closed your eyes and leaned forward, closing the gap gently and his hand came up to rest on your cheek. His lips were soft and warm, moving softly and almost timidly with yours. The kiss was sweet and tender, laced with a shy innocence. Peter ran his fingertips through your hair slowly, his thumb behind your ear and he couldn’t help but smile against your lips, his heart swelling.
When you gently pulled away, he took a moment to open his eyes. When he did, he grinned, letting out a breath as if he had forgotten to breathe. He kept his hand where it was, fingers laced in your hair and you sighed contently, closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his.
“Pretty.” He breathed,
and you couldn’t help but smile.
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seekthemist · 7 years
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Day 7 ~ Accidental Baby Acquisition
Here we come with @pynchweek Day7, a.k.a. “I can’t believe I almost survived this year as well” XD
I wrote this shamelessly fluffy thing while on a train, and it’s unbetaed so have mercy on my typos.
Paging: @cabeswaterlovesthem, @picapicae, @actuallymollyweasley and @bollywood-and-phoenix-feather This is a very very T-rated ficlet, just check your blood sugar levels :DDD
Partially under the cut for avoid cluttering, but you can always read it on Ao3!
A disembodied and emotionless registered female voice rattles off the loudspeakers of the plane, confirming the route and giving housekeeping announcements while the passengers take their seats.
Ronan looks out of the tiny window and watches airport stuff busying away on the asphalt. He's not such a big fan of flying but there is no other way to go and visit Matthew to make sure he's not getting himself killed in São Paulo, Brazil, during his very random three months stay.
He's still thinking about the neighbourhood of Matthew's accommodation — sensible at the first, second and tenth glance, but you might never know — when something tiny scrambled up the seat next to him.
"Hiiii!" The toddler drags out, immediately after catching his sideways glance. Dressed in a purple salopette and a light green cotton shirt, there is no way of telling if they are a boy or a girl, but they still stare at Ronan with a too-marked fascination. They can't be more than two years old.
"Hey, maggot. Are you here on your own?" Ronan muses, winning a broad smile with short teeth.
"Yes!" The toddler squeaks.
"No, you're not, Rachel" a voice comes from above them before Ronan can express his skepticism about a two years old alone on a plane.
Rachel giggles, all mischief, and looks up   in the aisle, where a tall, slender man is struggling to put his cabin luggage and baby bag up in cabin lock. He's pleasantly tanned by the Brazilian sun and his dusty blonde hair match compellingly with his complexion. There is something absolutely drained in face, as if he's running low even on the reserve gas, and yet his expression is patient and indulgent when he looks down at his kid.
Trust Ronan's luck to deliver him an unreachable hot dad for a several hours flight.
"Sorry, she just likes being silly," the man apologises, kind and courteous, while sitting down beside the kid.
"No problem," Ronan replies, ready to go back looking outside where the plane is preparing for departure. Watching Hot Dad fussing over his daughter is the last thing he needs, surely.
Unfortunately, said daughter seems to have a different idea.
"Whassyuv name?" She munches over words in a rush to deliver them.
It does take Ronan a few seconds to translate it, "What, my name?" He frowns but Rachel nods at him full of expectations. He sighs, "I'm Ronan."
"Raschel!" The kid counters, and slams a tiny chubby hand forward, as if requesting a handshake.
Ronan raises both eyebrows, because no toddler he has ever met tried anything like this, but then he snorts and grabs the tiny hand between three fingers to give it a shake. It's incredibly soft and too smooth not to be at least a bit endearing. "Nice to meet you, Rachel," he muses, looking up.
The men, seated and buckled on the aisle seat, is shaking his head and running two fingers along the side of his nose. "Sorry, she's always like that. Her father is...a bit posh, let's say. She imitates. I'm Adam, by the way."
Ronan bats his eyes for a fraction of a second. Considering that Adam presents himself as unmistakably masculine and yet is around with a kid without being posh, his luck must have delivered him the Hot Gay Dad to rule them all, and put him just out of decency reach. Causality is really a bitch.
"It's fine. Funny but fine," Ronan admits with a half smile, and gets aware that Rachel is still playing with his hand when she reaches the leather bands on his wrist.
“Rachel, let’s leave Ronan a bit of space, okay?” Adam says, persuading the little girl to give up the grip and helping her to buckle up the seatbelt for departure. He moves competently and precisely, expression always approachable, and finishes up the task by tickling Rachel’s belly. Ronan really didn’t need to see this.
When Adam gives Rachel a squared book full of figures — very nicely done in quality, for a kid, but Rachel seems to treat it surprisingly well — Ronan fishes out his iPod and settles in with headphones on. This should be the end of his kid — and Hot Gay Dad — interaction for the day.
As it turns out, he is very wrong.
                                                          ****
Thirty minutes into the flight, a small hand tugs at his sleeve until Ronan turns around and takes his earphones off.
“What, maggot?” Ronan asked, finding himself once again the focus of Rachel’s wide, hazel eyes.
“Roual, read?” she proposes, mauling Ronan’s name in the process. She dexterously unbuckles herself and turns around on the seat to hand Ronan the book.
“Oh God,” Adam murmurs from beside her. “Rachel, what did Mum and Dad tell you about playing with strangers?”
So now it’s Mum and Dad, but it’s weird to think of Adam referring himself as Mum. More confusing by the minute, but Ronan can’t do much more than silently mulling on it.
Rachel bats his eyes, looking at Adam and then back at Ronan. “Read, please?” she amends, as if it’s just a question of good manners.
Adam drags a hand on his face and Ronan snickers before the scolding can be amended. “Okay then, let’s see what you’ve got.”
“You really don’t have to…” Adam starts to say, even while Rachel squeals in delight and shuffles on the seat to get closer to him.
“Nah, it’s fine, it’s not like I’ve got anything else to do,” Ronan shrugs it out and picks up the book.
Adam sighs and unbuckles himself as well, picking up Rachel and settling her on his legs while he sits down next to Ronan, evidently determined not to leave his kid in someone else’s care. Ronand does appreciate not being treated as an impromptu babysitter, even though Rachel is strangely compelling in her whims. “I really don’t know how she’s so hyper,” Adam admits, defeated, circling Rachel’s tiny body with one arm while she settles with her back against his chest, still turned towards Ronan.
“Well, she’s a kid.”
“I know, I know, but we’ve been travelling since 6 o’clock this morning, she had her food before check in, she should be destroyed!” Adam protests, even while they open the book and Rachel quietly humming to herself while she shuffle around the pages and Ronan holds the book.
Ronan casts a careful look to Adam, skin tensed and eyes a bit glossy, circle with a couple of exhausted bags. Still stunning, Ronan’s treacherous mind provides unprompted. “I’m think you’re feeling this more than her.”
Adam leans more heavily against the seat, with a self-conscious smile. “Damn, I am. But her parents need to stay in Brazil for more than they planned to, so I’m bringing the little hell spawn back home.”
“Uncle Adam, we going granny?” Rachel pipes up, looking at him with all the trust and adoration of the world, uncaring about the hell spawn just as she was to Ronan’s maggot.
“Yes, sugar, I’m bringing you back to your grannies.” Adam confirms, more softly in addressing the toddler directly and with a vague drawl in his words that almost sounds Virginian to Ronan’s ears. “If we can survive this trip, I mean,” he adds, smiling at Ronan sideways.
Uncle Adam. So the kid is not his, and Hot Gay Dad is thus Hot Relative With Unknown Sexuality. Thank God for small mercies.
“Sure we can,” Ronan encourages, feeling a bit less on the spot in his helpless, intimate lusting. “Come on, brat, let’s see what you’ve got.”
They read it together, between the three of them, with the same infallible kid logic for which their favourite book is always entertaining. All things considered, Ronan must admit, it is a fairly entertaining book, the tale of a king sleeping under a mountain and the magic adventures of this group of mismatched kids trying to find him and wake him. It’s wonderfully illustrated and full of silly word jokes that make Rachel giggle her heart out even though she must already know them by heart, by now.
“Okay, this is kind of funny, you know?” Ronan confesses to Adam, at some point. “It might work also as a grownup book, with a bit of tweaking around.”
Adam laughs, kissing the crown of Rachel’s head and her thin dark hair. “I’ll make sure to tell it to Gansey. The author. Incidentally Rachel’s father.”
“Wow, maggot, I didn’t know you had conflict of interest!” Ronan tells to Rachel, that probably doesn’t understand the words but catches the playful tone and chirps out an excited laugh.
After that, Adam conscientiously brings Rachel to the bathroom, to make sure that she uses it and that her nappy is changed before disasters. Ronan eyes them between the edge of the seats, walking hand in hand in small steps, a bit wobbling from the toddler’s part. Rachel wins some cooing and elicits some smiles but doesn’t climb on anyone else.
When they’re back, Adam is evidently hoping to regain control of the situation and putting things in order for the rest of the travel, but Rachel jumps back in the middle seat and launches herself towards Ronan again, picking up the book from where it rested on Adam’s seat.
“Roual, read more?” She bats her really compelling doe eyes to him, seemingly unaware that the only reaction a guy of Ronan’s build and with Ronan’s attitude usually elicit is carefulness. “Please?” she adds, manners still remembered with some delay in favour of the excitement.
“Jesus Christ…” Adam defaults on the seat and picks Rachel up again.
“We could do,” Ronan suggests. Maybe because reading the books seems to compel Adam to make some adult chats with Ronan. Maybe because Adam is so evidently exhausted Ronan feels the need to do something.
“You’re spoiling her,” Adam points out, but still turn to Rachel. “Ronan is being very kind and playing with you but we read it this once and then we’re done. Do we have a deal?”
Rachel looks back, hearing the serious business tone that Adam is using for the ground rules. “Okay,” she nods, solemnly, but she’s still a bit bossy in pushing the books back in Ronan’s hand.
They settle back and this time Ronan, knowing the story, lets himself chat a bit over it — adding tales of the farm he grew up in, some childhood shenanigans with his brothers and some of the crazy story Niall used to tell the three of them when they were little.
Adam laughs together with Rachel, seemingly endeared. “You’re a very good storyteller,” he says.
So Ronan goes on, because if being a good storyteller is what makes Adam smile at him that way it’s easier to keep on talking than to look at him in the eyes.
He notices when Rachel falls asleep because she lulls back and forth a bit and then she curls onto Adam’s chest. He hadn’t noticed that Adam fell asleep — before her, even — but he definitely does now because he slides a bit more on the seat and tilts sideways, resting his head on Ronan’s shoulder.
Ronan stares at him up close, startled by the tension and by the feel of almost tenderness sneaking around his ribs. There is no way in hell he would move him, or wake him, so Ronan spends the rest of the flight as Adam’s pillow, while Rachel stays nested in the embrace of Adam’s arms.
It’s weirdly peaceful.                                                          ****
Rushing off to take his taxi, Rachel peaking up behind his shoulders where she’s buckled up in his hiking carrier, Adam grabs Ronan’s arm, suddenly. A pen in his hand, he scribbles on the back of Ronan’s hand.
With a tilted handwriting undoubtedly influenced by Ronan’s skin, he has written Adam Parrish, and what looks like a phone number.
“You should call me,” Adam says, easily but with a charged smile full of suggestions. “Bye, Ronan!”
He skips off, then, Rachel waving her tiny hand at him in turn. “Byeee!”
Ronan watches them go, bewildered and blinking stupidly but still waving his hand. This was definitely the weirdest, most successful flight he has ever taken in his life.
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blacklioness15 · 7 years
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Arranged Marriage
Hello! This is the first one shot I publish here. First of all, this is not a Hwarang one shot. I borrowed Han Sung (Taehyung’s character on the dorama), but the time and places are completely different. This is placed in the 1800’s. Han Sung belongs to Hwarang, and Hwarang belongs to its rightful owner. (If you see anything wrong, please tell me! English is not my first language.)
Tagging my friends, who always encourage me! @lupeterpatter, @boyfriendvibess, @random-fandom-imagines-215 and @minky-beta
Genre: Fluff, romance and a little bit of comedy.
Words: 1843
Enjoy!
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The first time Melina saw Han Sung, she thought she had died.
He had to be an angel, right?
A distracted angel, staring at the coffee beans as if they were pieces of gold.
The girl smiled discreetly, watching the foreigner. And watching more than necessary, she tripped in absolutely nothing.
Han Sung’s eyes widened as he saw the brunette falling, letting go of the coffee beans and heading towards her. But the girl regained her balance quickly, staring at her dirty shoes.
“God damn it, why do I trip so much?”
“Are you okay, miss?” The korean asked, speaking portuguese with a slight accent “Did you hurt your feet?”
Melina looked at the boy, shaking her head.
“I’m fine, thank you.” She smiled “I’m used to it.”
He nodded, observing the girl. Curly black hair that hung around her shoulders, black eyes (Small, compared to other Brazilians he saw) and tanned skin, similar to his.
A light blue dress adorned her body and, unlike other girls, she didn’t wear a bonnet.
“If you don’t mind me asking…” Melina blushed slightly “What is your name?”
Han Sung smiled, bowing his head.
“I am Seok Han Sung. It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss…”
“Melina.” She cleared her throat “Melina Vieira.”
They smiled, looking at each other, until someone screamed.
“Miss Melina!”
The brunette sighed, turning around and seeing her best friend.
“There is no need to scream, Samuel.” She turned to Han Sung “I must go now. See you around, Han Sung!”
“See you around, miss.”
The second time they met, Han Sung tought someone was being murdered.
A man laid on the ground, screaming for help as a girl continuously hit him with a thick book.
“Go grope your mother’s fuc…”
“Miss!” The boy ran in her direction, tapping her shoulder “Miss, please. I’ll call the police, you’re going to get your hands dirty.”
Melina spun around, lowering her book. She couldn’t forget that voice.
“Oh, thank you.”
She smiled, seeing the Korean boy call a guard. The officer approached them, grabbing the man’s arm.
“What did he do, Miss?” “Groped my butt.” Melina held in a cuss “And tried to grab my boobs after.”
“Sexual assault.” The guard sighed “I’ll be sure to keep him in prison. Have a good day, Miss. And Mister.”
They watched the guard drag the man, disappearing in a corner.
“Thank you, Han Sung.” The brunette smiled, bowing her head “It’s a shame we met again in such a… Weird circumstance.”
“It’s okay.” He chuckled “It’s good to know that you know how to defend yourself.”
“I need to.” She looked at her book “The people here think that they can do whatever they want, without consequences.”
The boy looked at the book, smiling.
“You certainly are different. Is this a book in Hangul?”
 "Ah…“ Melina smiled sheepishly "You caught me. I started to learn last week.”
Han Sung looked at the girl, fiddling with his fingers.
“I-I could help you, if you want.”
The brunette nodded her head, her smile widening.
“I would love that.”
They met many times after that.
 When her parents asked where she went everyday in the afternoon, she always gave the same answer.
Study.
It was true, though.
Han Sung met her at the playground. It was the only place that had benches and not many children went there at that time, because of the sun.
Melina found a bench right under a tree, that always provided a good shadow. That bench became their meeting place, their study place.
After a few weeks, it became the place where Han Sung asked her to be his girlfriend.
Of course she said yes.
That day, the brunette went home extremely happy. Her boyfriend said he would ask permission to her father on the next day.
The girl smiled widely as she placed her book on a desk.
“Miss Melina, dinner is ready.”
“I’m going, Samuel. Thank you!”
She went to the dining room, sitting across her mother, Sara.
“Studying again?”
“Yes.”
“May I ask who you study with?”
“Me, myself and I.” Melina grinned, seeing her mother deadpan “I study alone. No need to worry.”
Sara mumbled a ‘Good’, and her father, Paulo, sighed.
“Where is Miguel?”
 "At Tiago’s house. He will sleep there with his other friends.“
"Good.” Paulo looked at Melina, that stuffed her face with the roasted potatoes “You will marry in two weeks.”
The brunette choked, making Samuel panic and slap her back.
“I’m okay, thanks.”
She put her fork down, wiped her mouth and laced her hands.
“Did you say what I heard, or do I have hearing problems too?” She pointed at her glasses “I already need these, it’s enough.”
Paulo sighed, putting down his spoon.
“We and the Ferreiras will unify the companies. The profit will be three times higher than usual.” He cleared his throat “They have a 20 year old son, just a few months older than you.”
“Couldn’t you unify the companies without making me marry someone I don’t know?”
“Mel, please…”
“No, you can’t do this!” She stood up “I have dreams and things I want to do! This is my life, not yours!”
Paulo stood up, his hands hitting the table.
“I already paid for everything.” He pointed to himself “This is not your  choice. You will do as I say and will not complain.”
Melina balled her hands into fists, looking at the table. She grabbed a spoon, throwing it at her father - It hit his face.
The girl ran like crazy after she saw the shock on her father’s face, closing the door to her room and locking it.
Paulo banged on it a few times, stopping after Sara said to let it go.
“Damn suckers didn’t even pay for the marriage…” She slumped on her bed “I need to see Han Sung.”
 The next day, Melina woke up earlier than usual. Her parents went to a meeting, - with the Ferreiras, no less - So she took a bath and ate, telling Samuel her plans. The boy was her best friend, exactly a month older than her. They trust each other with their lives.
“I’ll be back before lunch. Don’t let them know about him, please.”
“I will make sure of it.” He nodded “Go, you don’t have much time.”
The brunette ran through the familiar streets, looking for the Korean boy. As usual, he was looking at the antiquities with curiosity.
“Han Sung!” Melina stopped right by his side, sweating a little.
“Couldn’t wait, huh?” He smiled “I was going to your house right after seeing these…”
“We need to talk.” The boy’s smile disappeared after seeing the frown on his girlfriend’s face.
“Let’s go to the playground. It’s serious.”
They went to their place, the bench that helped them make so many memories, and sat.
“Okay, this is tense. What happened?”
“My dad wants more money, so he arranged a marriage for me.” Melina said quickly “He wants me to marry in two weeks, already paid everything.”
Han Sung looked at the girl, grabbing her hand.
“Do you want to marry him?”
“Han Sung.” She looked offended “That’s a stupid question. I don’t even know the guy.”
 The brunette intertwined their fingers.
“And even if I did, I wouldn’t.” She smiled “I love you, Han Sung.”
The Korean smiled widely, hugging Melina.
“I love you too.” He sighed, placing his head on the crook of her neck “What will we do?”
He gasped, releasing the girl.
“We can go to Korea! My grandfather and my mother are there. I can ask my father to go back, we can…”
“That’s a great idea, but I need to do this.” She whispered something in his ear, standing up “I need to go now. Please, can you do this for me?”
The boy blinked, nodding.
Melina kissed his cheek, turning around.
“I love you, Han Sung.”
She left, hearing a soft 'I love you’.
The next two weeks were hell.
The girl had to tolerate the brat that was Vinicius Ferreira. 'You will like each other, I’m sure.’ Was what her mother said.
No, they didn’t like each other.
Vinicius tried to kiss her, twice, with that pretty face (The boy was handsome, she couldn’t deny), and both times she shoved him so hard he fell and knocked a vase.
Her mother said it was her fault.
And now, the brunette was at the side of the church, wearing a beautiful white dress (At least they let her choose the dress) and looking at the doom waiting at the altar.
“Let’s go.” Paulo said, intertwining their arms “Finally.”
 The wedding march started, making Melina and her father be in the center of attention. At the front, he gave her to Vinicius, that smirked.
“You’re lucky we’re at a church, you son of a good mother…” The girl mumbled, making the priest look at her “Sorry. Please, start.”
“We are gathered together here to unite Vinicius Ferreira and Melina Vieira in the bonds of matrimony.” The man started, looking at Vinicius “Do you take Melina Vieira to be your lawfully wedded wife? If so, answer 'I DO.’.”
“I do.”
 The priest looked at Melina.
“Do you take Vinicius Ferreira to be your lawfully wedded husband? If so, answer 'I DO.’.”
The brunette sighed heavily, opening her mouth.
“No.”
Gasps echoed through the place. Vinicius looked at Melina, shocked, and saw her smirk.
“I don’t love this little…” The priest cleared his throat “Sorry. I don’t love Vinicius. Sorry, dad. You didn’t raise me well enough to be mindless.”
Her father stood up, but Samuel held him back.
“Come in.”
 The door opened and Han Sung appeared, with his traditional clothes.
“They already paid, right?” The priest smiled, nodding “Thank you. They will just switch places. Han Sung, come here. Vinicius, you can go out.”
The blonde looked outraged, but stepped off the altar to Han Sung ocuppy his place.
“This is the most interesting thing that happened to me in the last fourteen years. Thank you.” The priest smiled to Melina, making her giggle “What is your name, boy?”
“Seok Han Sung.”
“We are gathered together here to unite this man, Seok Han Sung and this woman, Melina Vieira, in the bonds of matrimony.” He looked at Han Sung “Do you take Melina Vieira to be your lawfully wedded wife? If so answer 'I DO.’.”
The boy smiled, looking at the brunette.
“I do.”
“And do you take Seok Han Sung to be your lawfully wedded husband? If so answer 'I DO.’.”
Melina smiled.
“I do.”
“By the authority vested in me by the State of Minas Gerais, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” He grinned “You can kiss the bride.”
The couple smiled, leaning in and sharing the first kiss of many, many more. Some time later (On the same day) Melina got back to her house to grab her books, a few dresses and say goodbye to her brother. They went to Korea.
And lived happily ever after.
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World Naked Gardening Day is when people get dirty in the name of growing greens
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World Naked Gardening Day is when people get dirty in the name of growing greens
It’s World Naked Gardening Day, the only day of the year when exposing your private bits while hoeing around the garden is celebrated internationally.
Launched back in 2005, the unofficial event happens every first Saturday of May and encourages gardeners around the world to get out in the fields, bare ass exposed to the sun, to get dirty in the name of growing things in the earth.
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This year is no different, with a wide range of gardeners peeling off their clothes and hopping into the middle of flowerbeds, greenhouses, and produce-harboring patches of dirt.
And lest anyone mistake the day as an excuse for perviness, the World Naked Gardening Day website makes it clear that this is all about having clean and innocent fun with nature.
“Gardening naked is not only a simple joy, it reminds useven if only for those few sunkissed minutesthat we can be honest with who we are as humans and as part of this planet,” reads the statement on the front page of the website.
And now, thanks to the magic of social media, we can show you just a few of the more glorious sights of humankind communing with nature, just as the universe intended.
Trimming my bush on World Naked Gardening Day #worldnakedgardeningday #hedgetrimming #keepyourbushtrimmed #brazilian #sexygardener
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A #sneakpeek of a photo shoot my wife & I did for #wngd #nude #naturist #sunscreen #spring #gardening #naturism. See full shoot on Saturday pic.twitter.com/TaUthieTcR
Colin (@UKgeordieColin) May 5, 2017
It’s that day again! All in aid of the wonderful @perennialgrbs charity!! I’ve donated so now for the fun part! Letting the #houseplants have some air this year! #worldnakedgardeningday #wngd #me #nude #naked #plants #gardening #perennial #flowers #orchid #garden #nudist #body #male #saturday #chillywilly #nakedgarden #hot
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Today is World Naked Gardening day. This is me loving life picking some of the chillies in our backyard. The Naughty Corner (my new home ) just acquired some new greenery last week too! We now have 2 chilli trees, mint, some sneaky succulent (that I may or may not have retrieved from around the Rosebery area), cacti, a Venus fly trap and some colourful shrubs. Love being naked outside… love my weird little plant collection. Come at me winter #worldnakedgardeningday #gardening #succulents #neoburlesque #showgirl #chilli #naked #thenaughtycorner
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Happy World Naked Gardening Day 2017. #festive #worldnakedgardeningday #urbangardening #cacti #goodmorning
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Getting back to nature for #worldnakedgardeningday
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Hope everyone is participating in World Naked Gardening Day. I haven’t got a garden so can I just go to the park? #worldnakedgardeningday pic.twitter.com/aOsAb1XhbN
JWalking (@jwalkingin) May 6, 2017
Keeping the plants moist in honour of WORLD NAKED GARDENERS DAY #happyworldnakedgardeningday . . . . . . . . #worldnakedgardeningday #worldnakedgardeningday2017 #wngd #wateringtheplants #garden #gardener #gardensofinstagram #instagarden #gardening #instagardening #greenfingers #mypoorneighbours
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Yes, there are a few racier, NSFW garden photos out there, but you’ll have to discover those on your own. For now, bask in the innocent joy of humans plowing the fields in the only outfit nature ever meant for us to wear.
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October 8th
First day of 30 day challenge successful, at least in terms of opening at minimum one set. I did drink a bit of jack beforehand, went to the mall, met up with my friend and wing. Approached the first group I saw without thinking, and they were like an environmental group, 1 guy 2 hot girls. They were sitting on the floor, so I asked them if they were alright, and we chatted, I throw in a few flirty lines towards one of the girls (I forget her name but let’s call her Tammy anyway). I tell Tammy we should go on a date (very Aaron style statement - aaron from evolution daily). She has a boyfriend, so we chat for a few minutes and then I dip. Head to the starbucks to meet my friend, approach girls on the way. One girl I see sitting down, I forget how I opened exactly but I think I asked for directions, then told her she was cute, she says she’s on the phone with her boyfriend. Probably a lie, but I don’t care too much at this point.
See a cute persian girl sitting down on her laptop. Jokingly ask her if she’s in my history class, she says she’s not even in school. I say me neither but I wanted to meet her and didn’t have a line. 
Tangent, I know some of these statements may seem needy, but they’re very Aaron style direct and flirty confident statements the way that I say them. Some girls are really into it and think its confident, other girls think its thirsty. Maybe I’ll do some infield audio sometime. 
So me and the persian girl chat for a bit, she’s laughing and enjoying the convo. I will admit I didn’t ask her much about herself, but did say a good amount about me (I know some guys struggle with getting their personality out there). I think you need to ask more about the girl to make the interaction seem genuine because I feel that I definitely gave a ‘I do this often’ kind of vibe. I think she might’ve even asked that at some point  in different words, and I responded with ‘only if I’m feeling brave in the moment’. Anyway, so we’re vibing and I throw out the date frame: ‘we should go on a date’. I forget what she responded, but it was essentially a ‘maybe’ type of answer. I think where I went wrong after this was I asked her why it wasn’t a yes and told her I couldn’t understand why she would reject me if she didn’t have a boyfriend. Which is cocky enough, but I think a better thing to do was to not push it and keep the interaction going. Who knows, its all a learning experience. Tried to get the instant date to starbucks, she won’t get up. Try to get the instagram, she says she doesn’t have an instagram. Not sure why I didn’t go for the number. Also, I want to note that while I was going direct I was still putting in statements of empathy (which Moe Abbassi talks about often) which I think improved the vibe a lot. I think while statements of intent show that you’re a man who goes after what he wants, statements of empathy show that you’re a calibrated and intelligent guy and that you acknowledge that the directness can be a bit much sometimes. I think the persian girl even tried to give me advice at some point, but I can’t remember what it was, I just kind of brushed it off. I thought it was going to be typical girl advice, so I jokingly said something like ‘I should just be a nice guy and not approach women’ and she said ‘no you should approach and I think you are a nice guy’ (true, but I hate that - I don’t think I want to be nice anymore)
Overall this was my favorite set of the day. I know in terms of results and even just writing this out it seems like a bad set. But I think I put out a really good flirty fun vibe and she enjoyed the conversation, even if for whatever reason she didn’t want to date me. It’s all a learning experience.
Meet my friend, let’s call him Joey. Go to starbucks, tell the cashier she has pretty eyes, she seems into me. But I don’t want to pursue people at work. Open a customer girl in starbucks, I think I might’ve complimented her on her outfit and we chat for a minute, vibe is good but she’s not that cute - I don’t attempt to close. Open another older girl, she’s not that cute - I don’t continue the conversation. 
Open a girl sitting down at this little restaurant, I say something I saw my friend joey say at one point: Hey sorry I’m late (jokingly). She looks confused (of course), so I say I actually was just walking by and thought you had really pretty eyes. We talk for about 30 seconds, but she seems like she’s just being polite. I ask her if I can sit, she says ‘I actually have a boyfriend’. I say that it’s okay, and I hope she takes it as a compliment. Leave the little restaurant. Open a girl right across the street outside a store. She turns out to be working. This interaction was pretty short so I can’t remember what I opened with exactly, but she ended up saying she had a boyfriend or something so I say bye and go. The two from this paragraph were probably my results-wise worst ones, because I didn’t get any interest from these girls, even for a couple minutes.
I keep approaching. At one point I see a girl on her phone, tell her to get off tinder (jokingly ofcourse - this is one of Aaron’s openers). She says not on tinder. I forget how the rest of that interaction went, but it was an alright one - didn’t get the number close, she probably said she had a boyfriend or something. One of my new wings, let’s call him Tony, (who I haven’t met yet, but was from the rsd group) gives me a call - or maybe I call him. So me and Tony chat for a minute, and I see a cute indian girl (let’s call her Prithi) walking towards me, I keep Tony on the phone so he can hear me open. I forget what I opened with, I think it was something observational. Me and Prithi chat for a minute or two, we’re vibing pretty well, but she tells me she has a boyfriend. I tell her laughingly ‘life is a mess, Prithi’, she tells me patronizingly, but also genuinely and kindly,  ‘I’m sure you’ll find someone’.  
That hurt. 
I think I’d almost rather have a girl outright reject me and tell me I suck or that I’m too short or that I’m weird or something than be patronizing to me.
Tyler talked about this before. He said that when you really suck, girls will be nice to you, just because they want the little guy to feel good. He said that you know you’re getting good when girls will be mean to you. I remember on bootcamp I approached a tall brazilian girl and she said I was too short, and we walked around for a bit and had a fun conversation eventually. Aaron talks about this approach in one of his videos. I really appreciated that set. 
I don’t want to be patronized. That really makes me think I need to get better.
Overall: the day was pretty successful, I obviously didn’t get one number. But had some good conversations, and most importantly took action. What I think I did good was being direct, even when I opened indirect, and man to women. What I think I did bad was come off as needy, and like I do this often. I think Aaron even gives that vibe sometime, but he get’s results from it and even I’ve gotten results from it. I like the flirty direct approach, because if the girl is into it she’s really into it and also I don’t feel as weird escalating with those approaches because the premise is already set. 
Tangent and action item: I need to learn to be direct and man to women without being needy.
Continuing on ... it obviously hurts to not get any success today. But I know it’s part of the journey, and having this 5 year plan makes me be able to compartmentalize the failures. I am happy with the action I took today, and the lessons I learned. One thing I am confused about is, is that some girls think I’m hot. I’ve gotten that multiple times from girls at parties or events, gay dudes, or even cashiers at stores. People tell me I’m ‘hot’ or ‘attractive’. I can look in the mirror and acknowledge that I look like what a lot of women would describe as an ideal guy - Dark hair, beard, symmetrical face. I’m obviously tan, which doesn’t fit the standard western profile and I am a bit short, a little under 5′8. But either way, I have enough people tell me I’m good looking, that I find it really shocking how often I get rejected and told that the girl has a boyfriend. I wonder if I’m actually not good looking and all the girls who’ve told me I’m good looking have told me that because they found me attractive because I was being social and women find socialness attractive (I do tend to do really well in social circle parties or events). Anyway, I hope I can continue to do this tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I’m going to focus on 1. making interactions seem more genuine. I think I can accomplish that by getting to know the girl more, and asking her questions about herself because I mostly just talked about myself today and didn’t attempt to screen the girls much. I also want to focus on 2. building common ground between the girls. I think I can accomplish this by relating to what she’s saying, so if she says she’s a finance major, I can talk about my friend who is really into finance. Also, maybe I’ll try to get the instantdates, but obviously I need to have a good interaction for even a minute before pulling the trigger for the instant date, and even to have a good interaction for a couple minutes is kind of hard for me right now.
I’m going to keep the direct and flirty frame that Aaron does, but try to tone it down and don’t be needy. 
One big realization of mine is that you’ll lose state regardless of what you do. After the alcohol wore off, and I was living off the state of enjoying the interactions, that lasted for a few hours and in those hours I loved approaching and wanted to keep going. But then I had this work type of event, and I was in this assembly audience, and my state started to go away and I didn’t want to approach after that. I realize that I’ll always have things like work events that debilitate my state, and that I can’t rely on state. 
Another thing I realize is what tyler said ‘alcohol is state in a bottle’.  I have the same feeling when drinking alcohol as I do when I’ve done a lot of meditation for days in a row, or when I’ve approached a few sets without alcohol. But alcohol is the quickest way to achieve state, and it makes even your first set good. I don’t know if this is a good habit. I don’t think drinking to achieve state is a healthy long-term strategy. But plenty of guys get laid off drinking and doing drugs, and for now I think I just need as much proof as soon as possible that this works before I burn out (because like Aaron says ‘the brain needs proof not promises’). I also just want results right now, as soon as possible. Maybe in the future I’ll stop relying on alcohol for state, maybe even tomorrow. We’ll see.
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My thoughts while watching twilight breaking dawn part 2, in 100 sentences or less  
1.       WHY ARE THE OPENING CREDITS SO LONG?
2.       Lol Bella is a vampire now, SURPRISE.
3.       AAAAH CGI PANTHER IS CGI
4.       Also, a panther? Really Bella? Way to overachieve
5.       Ew ew, CGI baby is CGI and really fucking weird looking
6.       Bella is about to beat Jacobs butt (also why does he take so long to tell her that he imprinted on her infant. Bruh this is not the moment to be vague)
7.       Kristen Stewart angry is only slightly more expressive then everyday Kristen Stewart
8.       Baby had feelings for Jacob in the womb
9.       Ah no Seth… Sam..? the brown werewolf
10.   Shortest fight EVER
11.   Also, anyone notice how he calls her Ness once and then literally never again.
12.   Aaaaah CGI baby is still heavily CGI
13.   I feel like part of Bella’s reason for being in this movie is to just point out all the stuff about vampires we already know since this is the fifth fucking movie. E.g. “vampires don’t sleep”
14.   Tbh this movie has a really good soundtrack, and a lot of sparkle effects  
15.   There she goes again pointing shit out “we don’t get tired” yeah Bella, we fucking know
16.   Directors message to Jacob was “eat this sandwich and stare out of the window longingly” and Taylor Lautner was like “I got this”
17.   Why didn’t Jacob know the entire plan? Like what did they expect him to do. I would totally go and wolf out in front of Bella’s father if I got this totally out of the blue news
18.   I fucking love Charlie man.  And Taylor Lautner’s work out programme.
19.   Was the acting always this bad? Also did Edward always sound like he was from Boston, New York?
20.   Lol these vampires seriously overestimate what we as a human species notice about each other. Move your shoulders so it looks like you’re breathing? You know how often I notice if people are breathing? Never
21.   Carlisle got tan-ish. I like it
22.   Kristen Stewart pretending to be Bella pretending to be a human-being-like Kristen Stewart is a sight and a half
23.   Charlie took all of this crap a lot better than they gave him credit for. Also, was he even in the Part 1? Or is this whole concerned dad act only present when the script calls for it?
24.   Bella makes promises she can’t keep
25.   Bells? Bells? Nope don’t even try to pull that surprise nickname thing Chuck. Also, aaaaah CGI baby is back. Again I ask, why couldn’t they JUST USE A NORMAL HUMAN BABY. YOU MADE A SHIT TON OF MONEY TWILIGHT, BUT YOU COULDN’T SPRING FOR A ACTUAL BABY (ASSUMING THEY ARE ALSO PAIID ACTORS OBVIOUSLY)
26.   The movie has time for a Bella vs Emmet arm wrestling match in case you forgot that new-borns are stronger than their aged vampire counter parts
27.   “That’s right bitches, I sparkle too now” – Bella, circa 2012
28.   “we shake hands now you forgive us for trying to kill the girl you loved and her baby. Yes?” “Yes.”
29.   Also, wtf is Reneesme and why do we only see this really high jumping power once and never again?
30.   Also, also, fuck Irina.
31.   Also, also also AAAAAAAH CGI EIGHT-YEAR-OLD IS CGI
32.   Yay, the Edward piano solo I was waiting for… said literally no one ever
33.   Damn she got to Rome fast.
34.   Also, the Voltari man. If you look up creepy old guys in the dictionary you will see their picture, posing like Charlie’s angels
35.   Can we run through Alice’s plan really quickly? She has this vision that the Voltari are ‘coming for them’ and then she, the fucking future see-er just bounces? Leaving them all to their own devices? Like what a dick move Alice- and yeah yeah I get that she needed to go find that other vampire-human hybrid and shit but a heads up would have been nice
36.   Also, “Vampire sex?” “No, too graphic.” “Throwing babies into fires?” “Yeah, that should be fine.”- the producers, probably
37.   Does Rosalee… Rosaline… Nikki Reed’s character, only have like five lines in this entire movie?
38.   Oh, look it’s those two shock ladies and that one brunette lady.
39.   AAAAH CGI 8-YEAR-OLD- YOU GET THE POINT
40.   Wow do all vampires overreact like this
41.   she touches their faces and now everything’s fine (even though they tried to kill her like 2 seconds ago)
42.   Yaaaaay Rami Malek. Look at the nature man go.
43.   Benjamin is the bestest
44.   Random safari ladies are fucking random… but appreciated
45.   Mentions the unpredictability of the nomad Peter… nothing happens ever again
46.   We have eighteen people, yay
47.   You don’t want to fight Allister? Then why are you here dude
48.   Its CGI jungle within a CGI jungle- its CGI-CEPTION
49.   Ooooooh, she’s a shield…. We knew that but okay
50.   The Russians are coming, the Russians are coming
51.   I thought Jacob was supposed to be the smart wolf… why is he hopelessly jumping at trees he can’t climb?
52.   Cedric Diggory: Hufflepuff, piano player, vegetarian, prize speech giver.
53.   Lol Bella stood up like she has a choice in whether to fight or not. Its your child babe, you best fight.
54.   Sudden introduction to Jane’s psycho brother Alec is sudden
55.   You’re telling me the Voltari found this one chump who couldn’t get to Carlisle house in time? That’s convenient
56.   And thus, commences Bella’s training, which lasts like five minutes before she totally has that shit down. And henceforth to the battlefield
57.   Also, Edward and Emmet make this scene… and the entire movie really
58.   Oh right, Reneesme is in this movie… forgot about her. Thanks for the bedtime story reading time thing twilight makers
59.   Bella: new-born, question-asker, part time Sherlock Holmes. Also, Edward GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER MAN. YOUR CHILD’S LIFE IS AT STAKE
60.   Ah Charlie, poor, hopeless, oblivious Charlie.
61.   Bella sits in a restaurant while her child’s life hangs in the balance  
62.   Also, AH, ITS RACHEL ZANES FATHER
63.   Bella has some seriously crappy handwriting… also goodbye Allister, we all knew you wouldn’t last
64.   Look at that, Charlie has a girlfriend.  And I don’t care
65.   Uhm I got up and left for like 3 minutes and now… campfire? Okay cool.
66.   These stories are really freaking depressing…. anyone know any good Dracula stories?
67.   Father- son bonding moments for the win.
68.   But side note, Edward never thanked Carlisle once for saving his life? Not even once? Dick move Cullen, dick move.
69.   Dum dum duh dum… landscapes, snow, so…many…vampires
70.   I love how they all stand in nice little groups just to really emphasise how pathetic the Cullen Army is compared to the monstrosity that is the Voltari
71.   Remove the hoods of our coats so they know we mean business
72.   Hey Carlisle, if you move closer you won’t have to yell
73.   If there was ever a time to vampire speed run, IT WOULD BE NOW EDWARD
74.   Question: what exactly is Aro’s ability again? He can read a persons past? Their minds? Their hands?
75.   “Emmet, you and Jacob in the back. Edward and I will protect her from the side. Ready? Break” – Bella probably
76.   Dude, I will never get over Aro’s creepy as shit laugh. Like we get it dude, you’re batshit crazy, no need to scare the kids.
77.   These Voltari don’t play around… they brought torches and everything. Also, oh no that lady that betrayed the Cullen’s is dead…but on the plus side Bella is actually being useful for once so yay?
78.   “Suck on my awesome shield making powers bitch”- Bella, probably again
79.   Lol Aro stopped Alec from unleashing his slow ass fog on the Cullen’s like it was going to make a difference?
80.   Such…a long…speech
81.   Alice is back yay… took her sweet ass time getting here though. Also, WHY IS NO ONE VAMPIRE RUNNING?
82.   Okay so a summary of the events taking place right now: everything is going to shit. Carlisle is dead (not gonna lie, the first time I watched this movie I lost my shit when that happened) and basically everyone is killing everyone. But obvs the Cullen’s have to win or else what is the point although all logic would say that they really shouldn’t because they have eighteen fucking vampires and the Voltari have like…a lot more than eighteen but hey, Cullen’s for the win
83.   “Aaaaaaaaand it was all an illusion suckers. Fuck you for thinking we would kill Carlisle, we love that guy” – the maker of twilight, probably.
84.   Hey there’s that Brazilian vampire-human hybrid dude that’s going to save the day. Woohoo
85.   Oh, so NOW they vampire run. Fucking stupid ass Voltari
86.   Lol another father-son bonding moment. Easy there son Jacob, respect your dad
87.   Aww look at the happy family on the CGI beach.
88.   And now folks, a recap of the past four movies… you know, just in case you missed it.
89.   Is it just me or are they just making up Bella’s ‘abilities’ as we go along. What, now she can remove her shield and let Edward read her mind. Fuck off twilight people.
90.   Also, AAAAHHHH its younger, creepier Edward
91.   And just like that, the end of an era. So long you sparkly sons of bitches
92.   So…many…end credits. (I do love this song though)
93.   Wait, is Booboo Stewart related to Kristen Stewart? Please hold while I Google this
94.   He’s not.
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My thoughts while watching Breaking Dawn Part 2: in up to 100 sentences
1.       WHY ARE THE OPENING CREDITS SO LONG?
2.       Lol Bella is a vampire now, SURPRISE.
3.       AAAAH CGI PANTHER IS CGI
4.       Also, a panther? Really Bella? Way to overachieve
5.       Ew ew, CGI baby is CGI and really fucking weird looking
6.       Bella is about to beat Jacobs butt (also why does he take so long to tell her that he imprinted on her infant. Bruh this is not the moment to be vague)
7.       Kristen Stewart angry is only slightly more expressive then everyday Kristen Stewart
8.       Baby had feelings for Jacob in the womb
9.       Ah no Seth… Sam..? the brown werewolf
10.   Shortest fight EVER
11.   Also, anyone notice how he calls her Ness once and then literally never again.
12.   Aaaaah CGI baby is still heavily CGI
13.   I feel like part of Bella’s reason for being in this movie is to just point out all the stuff about vampires we already know since this is the fifth fucking movie. E.g. “vampires don’t sleep”
14.   Tbh this movie has a really good soundtrack, and a lot of sparkle effects  
15.   There she goes again pointing shit out “we don’t get tired” yeah Bella, we fucking know
16.   Directors message to Jacob was “eat this sandwich and stare out of the window longingly” and Taylor Lautner was like “I got this”
17.   Why didn’t Jacob know the entire plan? Like what did they expect him to do. I would totally go and wolf out in front of Bella’s father if I got this totally out of the blue news
18.   I fucking love Charlie man.  And Taylor Lautner’s work out programme.
19.   Was the acting always this bad? Also did Edward always sound like he was from Boston, New York?
20.   Lol these vampires seriously overestimate what we as a human species notice about each other. Move your shoulders so it looks like you’re breathing? You know how often I notice if people are breathing? Never
21.   Carlisle got tan-ish. I like it
22.   Kristen Stewart pretending to be Bella pretending to be a human-being-like Kristen Stewart is a sight and a half
23.   Charlie took all of this crap a lot better than they gave him credit for. Also, was he even in the Part 1? Or is this whole concerned dad act only present when the script calls for it?
24.   Bella makes promises she can’t keep
25.   Bells? Bells? Nope don’t even try to pull that surprise nickname thing Chuck. Also, aaaaah CGI baby is back. Again I ask, why couldn’t they JUST USE A NORMAL HUMAN BABY. YOU MADE A SHIT TON OF MONEY TWILIGHT, BUT YOU COULDN’T SPRING FOR A ACTUAL BABY (ASSUMING THEY ARE ALSO PAIID ACTORS OBVIOUSLY)
26.   The movie has time for a Bella vs Emmet arm wrestling match in case you forgot that new-borns are stronger than their aged vampire counter parts
27.   “That’s right bitches, I sparkle too now” – Bella, circa 2012
28.   “we shake hands now you forgive us for trying to kill the girl you loved and her baby. Yes?” “Yes.”
29.   Also, wtf is Reneesme and why do we only see this really high jumping power once and never again?
30.   Also, also, fuck Irina.
31.   Also, also also AAAAAAAH CGI EIGHT-YEAR-OLD IS CGI
32.   Yay, the Edward piano solo I was waiting for… said literally no one ever
33.   Damn she got to Rome fast.
34.   Also, the Voltari man. If you look up creepy old guys in the dictionary you will see their picture, posing like Charlie’s angels
35.   Can we run through Alice’s plan really quickly? She has this vision that the Voltari are ‘coming for them’ and then she, the fucking future see-er just bounces? Leaving them all to their own devices? Like what a dick move Alice- and yeah yeah I get that she needed to go find that other vampire-human hybrid and shit but a heads up would have been nice
36.   Also, “Vampire sex?” “No, too graphic.” “Throwing babies into fires?” “Yeah, that should be fine.”- the producers, probably
37.   Does Rosalee… Rosaline… Nikki Reed’s character, only have like five lines in this entire movie?
38.   Oh, look it’s those two shock ladies and that one brunette lady.
39.   AAAAH CGI 8-YEAR-OLD- YOU GET THE POINT
40.   Wow do all vampires overreact like this
41.   she touches their faces and now everything’s fine (even though they tried to kill her like 2 seconds ago)
42.   Yaaaaay Rami Malek. Look at the nature man go.
43.   Benjamin is the bestest
44.   Random safari ladies are fucking random… but appreciated
45.   Mentions the unpredictability of the nomad Peter… nothing happens ever again
46.   We have eighteen people, yay
47.   You don’t want to fight Allister? Then why are you here dude
48.   Its CGI jungle within a CGI jungle- its CGI-CEPTION
49.   Ooooooh, she’s a shield…. We knew that but okay
50.   The Russians are coming, the Russians are coming
51.   I thought Jacob was supposed to be the smart wolf… why is he hopelessly jumping at trees he can’t climb?
52.   Cedric Diggory: Hufflepuff, piano player, vegetarian, prize speech giver.
53.   Lol Bella stood up like she has a choice in whether to fight or not. Its your child babe, you best fight.
54.   Sudden introduction to Jane’s psycho brother Alec is sudden
55.   You’re telling me the Voltari found this one chump who couldn’t get to Carlisle house in time? That’s convenient
56.   And thus, commences Bella’s training, which lasts like five minutes before she totally has that shit down. And henceforth to the battlefield
57.   Also, Edward and Emmet make this scene… and the entire movie really
58.   Oh right, Reneesme is in this movie… forgot about her. Thanks for the bedtime story reading time thing twilight makers
59.   Bella: new-born, question-asker, part time Sherlock Holmes. Also, Edward GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER MAN. YOUR CHILD’S LIFE IS AT STAKE
60.   Ah Charlie, poor, hopeless, oblivious Charlie.
61.   Bella sits in a restaurant while her child’s life hangs in the balance  
62.   Also, AH, ITS RACHEL ZANES FATHER
63.   Bella has some seriously crappy handwriting… also goodbye Allister, we all knew you wouldn’t last
64.   Look at that, Charlie has a girlfriend.  And I don’t care
65.   Uhm I got up and left for like 3 minutes and now… campfire? Okay cool.
66.   These stories are really freaking depressing…. anyone know any good Dracula stories?
67.   Father- son bonding moments for the win.
68.   But side note, Edward never thanked Carlisle once for saving his life? Not even once? Dick move Cullen, dick move.
69.   Dum dum duh dum… landscapes, snow, so…many…vampires
70.   I love how they all stand in nice little groups just to really emphasise how pathetic the Cullen Army is compared to the monstrosity that is the Voltari
71.   Remove the hoods of our coats so they know we mean business
72.   Hey Carlisle, if you move closer you won’t have to yell
73.   If there was ever a time to vampire speed run, IT WOULD BE NOW EDWARD
74.   Question: what exactly is Aro’s ability again? He can read a persons past? Their minds? Their hands?
75.   “Emmet, you and Jacob in the back. Edward and I will protect her from the side. Ready? Break” – Bella probably
76.   Dude, I will never get over Aro’s creepy as shit laugh. Like we get it dude, you’re batshit crazy, no need to scare the kids.
77.   These Voltari don’t play around… they brought torches and everything. Also, oh no that lady that betrayed the Cullen’s is dead…but on the plus side Bella is actually being useful for once so yay?
78.   “Suck on my awesome shield making powers bitch”- Bella, probably again
79.   Lol Aro stopped Alec from unleashing his slow ass fog on the Cullen’s like it was going to make a difference?
80.   Such…a long…speech
81.   Alice is back yay… took her sweet ass time getting here though. Also, WHY IS NO ONE VAMPIRE RUNNING?
82.   Okay so a summary of the events taking place right now: everything is going to shit. Carlisle is dead (not gonna lie, the first time I watched this movie I lost my shit when that happened) and basically everyone is killing everyone. But obvs the Cullen’s have to win or else what is the point although all logic would say that they really shouldn’t because they have eighteen fucking vampires and the Voltari have like…a lot more than eighteen but hey, Cullen’s for the win
83.   “Aaaaaaaaand it was all an illusion suckers. Fuck you for thinking we would kill Carlisle, we love that guy” – the maker of twilight, probably.
84.   Hey there’s that Brazilian vampire-human hybrid dude that’s going to save the day. Woohoo
85.   Oh, so NOW they vampire run. Fucking stupid ass Voltari
86.   Lol another father-son bonding moment. Easy there son Jacob, respect your dad
87.   Aww look at the happy family on the CGI beach.
88.   And now folks, a recap of the past four movies… you know, just in case you missed it.
89.   Is it just me or are they just making up Bella’s ‘abilities’ as we go along. What, now she can remove her shield and let Edward read her mind. Fuck off twilight people.
90.   Also, AAAAHHHH its younger, creepier Edward
91.   And just like that, the end of an era. So long you sparkly sons of bitches
92.   So…many…end credits. (I do love this song though)
93.   Wait, is Booboo Stewart related to Kristen Stewart? Please hold while I Google this
94.   He’s not.
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I'm sorry but Bruna is really so self absorbed and I'm not even trying to be mean.who in the middle of an award show goes about on insta looking through their tags😂like that's what she was practically doing,liking pictures of her from the red carpet..what's so funny is a lot of pple in here have used the defense of she doesn't know what is going on in issues of when Ney is criticized for instance- homegirl monitors Insta LIKE a hawk especially where she is concerned
I have no idea what she did during that show because I was sleeping haha. But indeed: we all know she monitors her Insta like crazy! DO you remember that time she said to a fan - yes A FAN of her - why she was tagging her in old photos 😂😂😂. When A: that was an Instagram bug and B; look how many celebrities on INsta get tagged in old photos or photos that dont have anything to do with them. If Ney or Justin Bieber for example would be commeting on old photos or photos that dont have anything to do with them they can probably spend hours doing just that 😂😂 Never posts anything to support Ney, but sees when she’s tagged in something old af… Now that isn’t bad, but it’s weird when you’re so busy with social media, but you can’t do that one tiny thing. For someone you love. 
Anonymous said:1.Kind of random but I really loved brumar first 2 times and was hoping they come back together BUT during the last break,it kind of changed bcos while Ney showed he still loved her she ddn’t which is why I don’t buy the ‘sudden’ makeup now.i changed my mind after the 'Ney exemplo’ stuff where He was criticized much here in Brazil and his friends/fam posted stuff.even tho they were apart,I was really hoping Bru will say something or at least like an examplo pic bcos weeks before Ney defended her
I only have this part? I don’t know if there’s a 2nd part? Again I have no idea about how she was during the previous relationship between the two. I only know these old mushy photos of Ney (such a romantic boy at times haha). 
But I dont know what you mean with the Neymar example thing. That was around May and back then they weren’t even together. Later on that year they met again. You’re talking about that period right? When that guy of DIS said he wasn’t an example. 
Anonymous said:Woah that other young Brasilian actress marina (I think) is so effortlessly hot and chick! Her style is so sexy yet classy ..love her hair 😩 sorry just so wowed right now
She looked gorgeous!!! I just saw her dress thanks to your ask! Damnnn! That dark green dress looks so good on her. With her red hair and tanned skin! 👌👌
Anonymous said:I like bruna’s top for her event but I feel like the skirt isn’t her? The skirt will suit a tall girl with really long girls..I saw her trying to catwalk with the outfit and it just looked wrong but maybe it’s just me. Other than that think the outfit is okay tho I don’t know what kind of event it is,because I saw some pple dressed up all Oscar style and she looks vmas dressed no offense
Indeed, I loved the top! So. Shiny!!😍😍😍 I do think it needs a bra. 
I didnt see the long skirt on her INsta and I agree: I’m also not a fan of it. But she couldn’t go with a short dress because the amFAR gala is really chique and fancy. So I presume the dresscode is Gala. A long dress would have been better and maybe this top with a shorter dress of something for another event. (I’m sure she has plenty coming xD)
Anonymous said:Lmaoooo I have seen it all! so some Brumars think something is going on with Ney and bru and the fact thy she ddn’t like the pictures he posted with Davi and then Rafa even tho she was online t that time means something is wrong 😂😂
All these conspiracies!!!!! First they repeat 923479238 times that nothing is wrong and now something IS wrong. They should use their imagination for a book tbh. I think it would be a hit. 
*cough* it is interesting/weird that he hasnt liked her 2 recent posts. Since he normally does in 0.2 seconds *cough* 
Anonymous said:Notice how the constant liking suspicious pictures on social media about each other has completely stopped since Brumar confirmed they were back together? I told you they were only doing that stuff on instagram to make people talk but now that everyone knows about them there’s no point. No coincidence they went from practically stalking Brumar fan pages to not even liking each other’s pictures now.
Like I said above here: It is interesting/weird that he hasnt liked her 2 recent posts. Since he normally does in 0.2 seconds…. But I do think it’s logical they dont drop hints anymore everyone know they’re an item… I think now they (she?) has to make sure to get people talking about them (her) in another way. Posting socks, talking about her in interviews etc. Football press in Europe could care less about that. Not even Brazilian, but he himself said in that interview 2 weeks ago or something “someone special wants to say hi *bruna pops up*”
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