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cyuutie · 2 years

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i’m like a drive downtown whilst listenin to slow n reverb songs in the middle of the night. i’m like a breeze of nostalgia ppl have. whenever anyone meets me, all they’re reminded of is moments of joy from their past. i make ppl feel deja vu, jus smt they can’t explain. even attempting to explain would confuse them. ppl can’t figure out what exactly they’re feeling rn, but it’s def joy. i am a real life angel, blessing ppl wherev i go. ppl would trace all my movements wherev i go thinkin “damn she’s hella fine”, i have a hypnotising aura. i may not talk to ppl but looking at my eyes alone can make ppl catch feelings, even those who don’t believe in love at first sight would b in awe at what i did to them. no one can touch the hearts of ppl like i do. i’m like- this special being. no one’s evr met sm1 like me b4, i’m jus too rare. gotta catch me when u can loll. ig my energy is described at “outta dis world” but frrrr it is. i have this enthralling, fascinating presence, no one can grab hold of it. once i enter ppl’s lives, it’s like heaven 4evr for them. they’d describe it as “she’s the best i’ve ever had, non can make me feel the way she did”. i have this way of words that jus makes me too irresistible, like, it’s so heavenly. even if i’m jus runnin for errands, i look hella good. i’d jus walk down the street n all dem fine ass guys would instantly turn round to see me “shiiiii she’s comin this way brooo”. ppl try so hardddd jus to get my attention alone. i’d nvr sit for anythin that’s not good for me bc i always know my worth n i’ll always hold myself high. i’m so gorgeous like bro i’d date me if i can. everytime i look at myself in the mirror, it jus makes me so happy, a feeling of euphoria.

and ofc, everytime i look at the mirror, i only evr get prettier. it’s jus nvr ending beauty enhancement. my makeup always looks good, it’s as if the best artists did it for me. i can do my makeup professionally n always look good regardless of whether i’m wearin it or not. i can play round n make myself look like dem girls on insta. i can find the best makeup for a decent price. my skin is perfectly clear as if i was takin care of it for yearsssssss n i own the best of perfumes. like damn i have a whole shelf full of them, n i always smell good regardless of wearing it or not. i have this feminine scent that jus draws ppl on. my parents allow me to always wear whatev i want however i want it out. i always am attracting my typa clothing, my own distinct style. ppl try to copy my style but bro, u ain’t even doin it rightttttt. my whole closet is jus filled w the most perf of clothing. i own sm clothes from vetements, true religion, vivienne westwood, off white, rick owens, ralph lauren. i own sm skims, subversive basics, cargo pants, oversized graphic tees, sneakers, scarves, everything. i have the perfect type of jewellery, i own sm necklaces, chains, bracelets, nose rings, earrings. i own the best accessories. i finna b startin the trends w the way i style. i have sm layering accessories. i take the cutest of pics n vids. i always look good in pics n vids in any type of lighting. i’m too photogenic, u can take pics of me off guard n i’d still look hella good in it. mugshots nvr have a thing on me. i have sm followers on social media,, these girls would b makin me their pfp bruh. i’m too fucking beautiful duh? obv. ppl would b remindin me of how hot i am literally ALL THE TIMEEEEEE but ngl it’s nice. my features r all jus perf. anyyyyy vid i take i look pretty, like bro the inverted cam does no shi to me coz i’m hella pretty. ppl would b askin how i became so pretty bc i look like a completely diff person. i always look good when i go out n my parents allow me to dress howev i wanttttt. my makeup looks too fucking pretty to b real tbh, like them filters on insta, but dis irl instead. girlies keep getting jealous at how i look tho.. but it’s ok. i’m too popular on social media, these ppl would rep to my stories complimenting me all the time “u look like dem girls partynextdoor cries ab”. my days always go smoothly n i’m always happy. i love meeeeee, tbh i’d date me if i can.

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putschki1969 · 2 years

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Thanks for your album comparison! What about covers and promotional pictures in general (for both singles and albums)? Which one do you like the most? Is there a style they chose that you find the prettiest? You can rate your favourite pictures looking at the girls' solo careers individually but it would also be interesting to compare them!

Hello again! 🤗

Sorry it’s taking me so long to get back to you, I always have a bunch of asks in my drafts and I try my best to work through them in more or less chronological order 🙈

First of all, for me personally Wakana is the clear winner when it comes to visuals. Her photo shoots are ✨top-tier✨ with no exception [even if her outfits look atrocious at times XD] ! Say what you will about Space Craft but they definitely don’t shy away from investing a lot of money in high-quality promotional material and merchandise. We are constantly getting gorgeous pamphlets, special photo spreads for her fan club magazines and of course a variety of photo booklets/books for her music releases. Nothing of that sort exists for Keiko’s and Hikaru’s solo work. One might argue that it’s not necessary since the focus should be on the music rather than the artist’s visuals but meh, let’s be real here, in many cases it’s those specific “idol” marketing strategies that bring in the big money and not the music itself. On a side note, Wakana is just so freaking photogenic, especially when it comes to professional shoots like this. Despite Keiko’s otherworldly beauty, she somehow always manages to look kinda awkward in at least 80% of her staged photo shoots. There honestly haven’t been enough releases from Hikaru that contained a proper amount of visuals so it’s hard to even compare her to Wakana and Keiko.

Without further ado, let’s get to my faves〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

Wakana

Wakana - magic moment [Regular Edition]

Comment: Look at her!!! Just look at this goddess! Can you believe that this was part of the regular edition credits booklet?!! Now THAT’s how you make people buy useless regular editions! By adding the most beautiful pictures of your artist! I love every single shot. Her hair, her outfit! The locations! Perfection! I don’t even mind the random fabrics on the ground. I have absolutely no idea how you would adequately translate a theme like “magic moment” into visuals so I am not mad that they simply went for an urban but still open setting.

Keiko

Keiko - dew [Limited Edition]

Comment: This is 100% my aesthetic, it’s unbelievably beautiful! Probably would have been my overall #1 if there had actually been more than just a few shots in the super pricey limited edition. They were really lazy with the booklets of the other editions and I’m still bitter about that. But other than that, no complaints from me. As far as I am concerned, these are perfect visuals! All the pink, the girly outfit, the messy bun, the misty glass. Stunning! And it reflects the image of the album title “dew” pretty well. Generally I am a big fan of most of Keiko’s promo and cover images (“Ray / 始まりは” & "桜をごらん / 笑ってやる” are probably my favourite single covers) but it’s a shame we are only ever getting one or two shots and not an entire photo series. Call me shallow but I want more of those pictures, preferably in physical format!

Hikaru

Hikaru - disclose [Tokuten Postcard]

Comment: I really struggle to pick something for Hikaru. Don’t get me wrong, she always looks flawless in her cover shoots but for the most part, there is just not a lot to choose from and I might actually prefer how she looks in her tokuten postcards because those visuals are typically a little more daring. Unfortunately I don’t own all of them so I just went with the one above. Overall, I enjoy her “disclose” visuals most, maybe because they are very reminiscent of Kalafina? Who knows? Either way, her dress is gorgeous and the cover design is suitably dark.

Everyone, feel free to share your faves! For reference you can check out my scan tags 〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

wakana scans

keiko scans

hikaru scans

#kalafina #reply #wakana #keiko #hikaru

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shiroselia · 11 months

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Yes, that’s right, more photos of the updated girlies, more proper up-front shoots, I’m absolutely obsessed with the new character it’s so pretty and photogenic and detailed

#sso #I bought the braided hairstyle on my main because it looks really nice now #and tbh maybe I like it abit more because it lets me use my earrings properly?#This might be the unexpected winner of the hairstyles #I think it fits Deia very well :3 #Stylish girlies photographed by a person with One angle and One favoured pose #Both of the right ones are taken during canter #God they're so pretty I'm so obsessed #star stable online #ssoblr

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howisavedtheworld · 3 years

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we look good together | kyoutani kentarou

genre: tooth rotting fluff, probably the cutest thing ive ever written,,,kyoutani kentarou x fem!reader, established relationship :D

warnings: cursing, kissing, semi-making out but for like 2 seconds, taking pics in a photobooth

a/n: i got this idea from the photobooth videos on tik tok cus they make me yearn so so badly. decided to write this for kyou bc this little mad dog bitch has me in a chokehold, plus i know everyone likes to think hes like mean as hell and scary (i do too bc like thats so sexy) but when hes in love i promise hes so soft📜✍🏾

wc: 854

kyoutani ruins your pictures.

not in a literal sense, but you’ve come to the realization that every time you snap a picture with him or of him, whether it’s off guard or planned, he looks effortlessly sexy.

from the cut of his jaw to the slight pout of his lips, his annoyingly long eyelashes and the fact that you can always see his muscled build through his shirt, your boyfriend is the most photogenic little shit in the whole world.

it doesn’t help that he’s kinda smug about it, snickering when he takes bad pictures of you and watches you whine about how unfair it is.

still, he reassures you, peppering soft kisses all over your skin with his hands grabbing your waist.

he’ll stare you down, copper eyes boring directly into yours, and he quickly swipes his tongue over his lips before murmuring, “but we look really fucking good together, don’t we, babe?”

you give in, of course.

it’s not until you find yourself in a ramshackle photobooth in a hidden corner of the mall with kyoutani besides you that you start to understand the truth of his words.

“so….what am i supposed to do?” his head tilts awkwardly towards you, a few creases appearing in his forehead from his raised eyebrows.

you’re trying to adjust your hair in the small rectangular box that displays a fuzzy outline of the both of you. “uhh, i don’t know, ken, you’re the hot one in this relationship.”

“well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean i know what to do in a photobooth.”

your head whips towards him in shock, blanching at his smirking face. “oh, so you agree with me?”

“babe,” he grins, turning his face slightly towards the camera. “you know i’m kidding.”

click.

you immediately wince as you get a glance of the first shot on the larger screen. your eyes are lidded and blurry and your mouth is contorted upwards in offense. and of course, there kyoutani is in all of his glory, grinning stupidly at the camera, showing off the dimples under his eyes, his veneer-like smile, his plump lips and his soft skin.

“ken,” you whine. “i wasn’t ready!”

he tries to hold his laughter back before inching closer to you. “here, it’s okay, look at the camera this time.”

you pout before your eyes turn to the small camera and you muster up your best smile.

kyoutani slings an arm around you and you lean into him.

click.

your entire chest warms at the picture on the screen, noting the way his entire face is turned towards you and his eyes stare at you lovingly. you have the biggest goofy smile on your face, and his arm grips your shoulder.

“kennnn, this one’s so cute.”

his cheeks turn pink while he sheepishly rubs a hand behind his neck. “i wasn’t even ready that time.”

the third photo, you both mimic the classic “ice in my veins” pose, lips tucked between your teeth, eyes squinted and hand outstretched.

click.

by the last one, you’re a giggling mess and kyoutani is shaking his head, shyly smiling at how ridiculous you both look.

“okay, last one.” you turn to him, unsure of your last pose.

“shit, what do we do?” his eyes travel between you and the camera.

“uhh,” your voice trails off, awkwardly fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

before you know it, one of kyoutani’s hands is pulling your face into a kiss, his other one instinctively wrapping around your neck.

click.

you smile against his lips before kissing back, smelling the soft scent of his cologne and tasting the chapstick he applied just before the two of you got in the booth.

he pulls you closer to him, one firm hand sliding down to rub your thigh.

you gasp a little, and he chuckles before sliding his tongue against your bottom lip, sucking for a few seconds and pushing his tongue inside your mouth.

you pull away panting, knowing that if you went on for any longer, your body would completely melt into him.

“ken,” you mumble.

“hm?” he turns your face to him before pressing a soft peck on your lips.

“ken. public. remember?” you gesture to the photobooth you’re both still sitting in, and he rolls his eyes.

“yeah, well, what are they gonna do about me kissing my hot photogenic girlfriend?”

you laugh while sliding out of the booth with him, grabbing the photos from the small opening at the base.

he wraps his hand around your waist, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as your fingers trace the cute pink hearts theme around the photos.

“babe, did you choose that?” he snorts, squinting at the girly theme.

“yeah,” you look up at him, trying to read his facial expression. “do you not like it?”

his eyes glance at the pictures again and back to your wide eyes and he smiles. “no, i love it. really. told you we look good together. always. right?”

he presses a soft kiss on your forehead and your heart skips a beat.

yeah, he’s definitely right.

#kyoutani kentarou x reader #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani fluff #haikyuu! x reader #kyotani kentaro x reader #kyotani x reader #kyotani fluff #HES SO CUTE BYEEE

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ak8shi · 4 years

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Jobs that the HQ Boys would have in college

a/n: I’m tipsy and idk what this is.,,,,many thots head full

ATSUMU: oh my god… he would work at Lulu Lemon and also be a campus rep for the brand, he looks really good in the clothes ig,, 🙄his manager fucking hated him for the first month of working there because they put him on the floor thinking he would attract people with his athletic build and good looks but he was so judgmental towards the customers, they had to put him behind the cash register LMFAO😔😭, he’s still judgmental behind the counter about the colors people pick for things but he knows he has to stfu to keep the job.. when dudes check out and have anything longer than 5.5 inseam shorts he always mumbles under his breath about feeling bad for the dude’s girlfriend 💀

BOKUTO: ALSO a Lulu Lemon rep but more of a floor/customer service person lmfao, HE SELLS things like CRAZY, people just listen to him and his expertise when it comes to the apparel because he’s so enthusiastic about it and looks so good in it, he’s the type that has 5 million different random jobs here and there : I can see him working at the campus gym as an instructor or just someone who oversees the machine area, LMFAO he’s the one who organized recreational games and sometimes referees rec volleyball!! He loves it and people ask him for advice all the time. He also stands outside of hollister shirtless on Black Friday LAMAKISKSMS, He ALSO is sponsored by one of those companies that delivers snack packages directly to college dorms HE IS SO CUTE PLEASE

SUNA: He has a job at his college campus’ library! He literally loves it because he doesn’t really have to talk to anyone besides the elderly ladies who work with him and the occasional lost underclassman, and he can do his homework on the job. Girls go to the library that he works at specifically to stare at him, and the twins come in to annoy him often too (that’s the only way they would be in a library setting) GIRL he has to KICK them out for being so loud god. He also gets the occasional offer from the campus’ student ran fashion magazine to model but he’s too embarrassed and knows he would get absolutely CLOWNED if he accepted🥺. He also ubers on the weekends sometimes and he as a 5 rating because he’s hot and never makes weird conversation with his passengers

FUTAKUCHI: MAN he would work at the mall at one of those hair kiosks LMFAOO Listen, he’s honestly the perfect person for the job because he’s pushy, confident, and h*t… when people would usually object on getting their hair done by some random at the mall, they usually say yes to him because…. Its him ugh I hate him ALSO HE’S ONE OF THOSE SKETCHY PEOPLE ON FACEBOOK THAT SELLS SCAM BEAUTY PRODUCTS (“hey girly,” PLEASEMDMF)

OSAMU: He would work a typical bus boy job in college tbh, you usually have the start from the bottom in the restaurant business and he likes the fact that the hours are pretty flexible, and that he can show up hungover as fuck and still do an okay job. Occasionally his friends will pay him to cook a meal for them, or bake something that they can impress a girl with (sometimes he purposely burns the baked goods 😭LMFAMDM) Works late a lot of times and you can catch him downtown in the parking lot scarfing down his dinner at 2 am

SHIRABU: I have no idea why this one was so obvious to me but he 100% works at a Starbucks on campus lmao, his pre-med self is just always stressed and needs coffee to stay awake, and honestly he kind of enjoys being a cunt to all the students he encounters as an outlet for his frustration (sir…💀), He’s constantly screaming at Goshiki behind the counter, and he honestly doesn’t have the patience for any Karens or those girls who complain about their order because they ordered something they didn’t mean to. He’s genuine and friendly to his regulars though and if you tip he’ll put an extra shot of espresso in your order😙

KUROO: Also another obvious one for me, he’s giving me paid lab member by day, bar tender by night vibes from a million miles away. He honestly gets offered the job in the lab because of his grades and immense understanding of chemistry in his classes and labs, and he loves it!! God.. he’s really so nerdy and you can’t tell me this man doesn’t get published multiple times in academic papers bc he DOES! The lab is great and everything but he’s only there for a few hours per week, so he seeks out a nightlife job at a bar, let me tell you that’s where he cashes out,,, 🤑 like he gets tipped really well because he’s good at conversation while not being creepy, he’s HOT as FUCK, and he makes the drinks actually strong. Truly everyone and their mom’s favorite bartender !

ARAN: THIS MAN,,, he’s so photogenic and good looking there’s not doubt in my mind that he would be an influencer on campus (Atsumu really wishes he was him lmfao💀), he has ALL the sponsors and also a huge social media following. Fashion nova men, skincare brands, athletic programs, he has so many sponsors and basically most of his Instagram is payed placement , He also promotes a lot of campus merch and bars!! Like there are definitely pics of him popping bottles with his boys on his insta and he looks so good please😈

SEMI: he would work at a piercing or tattoo salon, and honestly it happens unintentionally ?? He went in for a tattoo and he was looking at the jewelry on display and was like??? this would be so cool to be able to pierce someone!! SO he apprenticed with a worker and had a lot of his friends who wanted piercings come in for practice, also he’s the type of dude that is great at calming/reassuring people who are nervous or anxious before getting a piercing or tat, loves to play his guitar quietly in the background when he’s not busy helping a client🥰 also volunteers at the animal shelter a few times a month bc he loves animals 🥺

SAKUSA: this one is making me laugh because he would definitely work a teleprompter job thinking it would be fine since he doesn’t have to touch or interact with anyone but he ends up hating it because of how rude the people are 💀😭 he somehow gets stuck with the most obnoxious and rude clients he really can’t take it, (the way he has to repeat himself forty times... no) he brings a huge thermos of coffee to the office when he has to work and he leaves with a huge headache every time

#GIRL WHAT IS THIS IM AKAKAKAJNSMSSSMNZ #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagine #haikyu headcanons #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #suna x you #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #semi x reader #take this shit while i attempt to finish this fic😔#sakusa x reader #shirabu x reader #ch

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shabba-zams · 4 years

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INSPIRED BY ELAINE

I think it's time, we confronted the situation in front of us

And I think it's time we talk it out and forget all the fuss

And it is not me.. There just isn't an us no more like Bible class

Our time is up, like sand falling thru an hour glass, in an hour class

You always say you have no clue but surely eNCA, know more

You mad at me, the silent treatment and you call it normal

You're bad for me, I was ur biggest fan - u such a baddie

You're bad to me, I'm your only fan, love it when u call me daddy

I'm sad for you, you hid your "Onlyfans" from me, you dirty

I'm thirsty, right now you looking all sexy, girly, flirty, all nerdy

You're needy, greedy, full of pity, always eating, mouth fully meaty, too demanding, nasty lazy, bitch u crazy

I'm giving, forgiving, plain loving, still thirsty but dripping in sauce

You're tripping, I flick my wrist then flick the bean (BDSM)

You're dribbing, my dick be crippling

You be stroking my penis, asking what my pin is

Bust a nut, wipe a continent from your chest

Yeah, that's what pain is

And then I knew you're not the One

Coz you were never the only one

I don't give out many chances, you get just the one

Party on campus, ur too antisocial, never my plus one

Plus size model, thick mama, BBW, voloptuous, ur curvatious

Luv ur onion booty, it makes me cry & it's more than 1 layer

Yeah im full of games, bstill no player

Dinner for 2, right b4 I eat u up, say my prayer

Bad dream, devils hour, I wake, u staring like, Heya! That's creepy

Okay lemme be real with u, it ain't your fault

I just couldn't be real around you, I couldn't be myself

I was losing myself tryinna please U

My face was your chair, no please U.. I can't breathe

I need air, u don't care, I pull ur hair, that's not fair

Face clean, no make up, take teddy bear, then make up sex

We're role playing, you're now Claire, Blair or Nonhle

Shared my, heart and love with u

I ain't mad at u, we don't c I2I

U & I was both invested, we tested

All that loud in the air, sippin wine we wasted

Danced all night then rested

My place or yours instead

Always kept you interested, kept me well fed

It's lessons learned not time wasted

Why you making me choose between you & the booze

I know you hate how I'm hung like a moose

Getting your creative juices flowing, like your muse

Misuse my tongue, amuse ur lower lips, abuse your sleep

Team nocturnal, feeling your intestine with my external

Loving you all night and day, feels eternal

I'm sorry but I'm not ready for anal

But that pussy imma turn into a canal

You dislike my love/hate relationship with social media

I bring a home cooked meal but all you do is take away

I mean it's healthier and bonus it makes financial sense

Lemme keep my 2 cents, common sense ain't common

That's nonsense, why you so tense? We don't make sense

I still sense your anger from when I tried to fvck ur friend

Then my close friend who's my best friends girlfriend

Yeah, I fvcked up, I own up, let's roll up

That's not tea in my cup, let's go up

Talk at the roof top, "nigga just grow up"

You're yelling, screaming, bout to blow up

I'm cocky, saying shit like I was your glow up

"Hol'up, nigga please just shut the fvck up

You always say you coming but never show up"

"You're right, I'm sorry I left you sick to go drink

I felt like I was drowning until my sorrows' lungs were filled with H2O

Made it up 2 u tho, made you cum 6 times..no? 7 I think, who's counting

You a liability, I'm an asset... I mean it's just accounting

You lack reliability, for your mistakes ur never accounting

You hate my ability to feel everything and still be wholesome

Coz you just wanna feel good all the time

But my feelings be fluctuating, I just won't be faking

Stop tolerating the neglect Im getting

Get liquid with it

Happiness is the yin and sadness is the yang

Sometimes I drink gin, only when I'm with my gang

There's a burn hole on my jean, maybe a ciggie, or dank

But now I get bank, I want no skank that smoke skunk

Has that sank? Yeah I know, I'm a think tank, tick

Talk all you want, but keep it short like tik-tok

Tic toc, times up, take tsek.. tic tac 4 your bad breath

2 these beats I bring death, yeah I take life, no bring back

Break dance & break back, ahead of you like 3 laps

Brick dance coz my money grows while I nap nap

Hahaha gimme 3 claps coz my puns still slap

I'm real black, I'm bout to snap at all this crap

These niggaz decided to call rap

Lame rappers, listen up, sit down and don't talk back

Don't turn no other cheek, clap back or get ur wolf pack

Crack back, don't fight niggaz that look lyk they fap-fap

Or smoke crack crack, with eyes doing a criss cross

Came across many rappers that steal rap lines or rap names like Rick Ross to get their point across

Gamble with your life & hit crap

Lost your wife on my Whatsapp, there's that!

She pole dance in my DM's, she excels

She got a flat tummy till she exhales, but sex sells

She call me Haploid, like sex cells

She's cold like may weather, F Lloyd!

I'm a Record breaker, planet shaker, Constant risk taker

Ask the chain breaker how I stay shining

He'll answer, I stay grinding, on God!

I'm not a smile faker, just a soul snatcher in the fast lane

Wubba lubba dub dub, Rick and Morty

Life and death drive, ask Freud or Boyd

Leading a wild life like Varty, bitter sweet like chutney

I'm bored, so we party in my bed, my bad, honey!

Ass-ass-ass, she clap ass 3 times before 4(play)

Nurse-nurse-nurse, I slap ass tats when we role playin

Looking all photogenic, oops a nip slip on tape

Phat ass on my iOS, like real life

Ass flat on android, that's what they look like

No steroids, my dick big don't nje just

She look at my shoe size and run away at 1st chance

I'm an asteroid not space dust, she came fast

Then I came too, at last, she said out loud

I'm heartless at first glance, til I made her soul dance

Think fast, mouth 2 mouth ur low lips, I'm a medic

Nudes is explicit, is you a nymph or manic?

Nymphomaniac please don't panic

Your style so sick, bout to start a pandemic

We'll playback with your jeans off, relay... ground rules

No replay or pause only gonna press play once

No safewords, whatever works works, word!

Girl you a baddie, and a Pedi, go spoil yourself

Get a mani &a pedi

Dick in mouth, still out spoken, can't put words in mouth

U said I'm a keeper

Silver spoon in her mouth but I still feed her

Feel her up then fill her up, I eat her up

I feed her jollof right before I pipe her, I like her

Never gonna wife her, don't really love her

She's rude like something' crawled up her...

Foul mouth like up yours!

I know around your feelings I should tip toe

It's unfortunate coz I don't tip Joe's (askies jo)

Like excuse me waiter where should I dip those fries, french

Kiss hoes toes, mxwa, Zulu man with a foot fetish, tip toe

Articulate the truth, use tactics lyk rotten tomatoes on bad movies

I'm not perfect, I pose a threat even if a picture's moving

I'm booming, you're blooming... I'm nice nice, ur gloomy

I'm grooming u, like your cult leader

Avid reader, your soul feeder, I'm no people pleaser

I need a lady thats rooted in love and still rooting for me

Unconditional love lyk the kind that died on the cross 4 me

Is that you? No? Then miss me Miss, think I'm gonn miss ya!

Coz now it's

A goodbye to you, I'm thru witchu, it's true I confess

Wish you nothing but the best

Somebody to love you, put you first for the rest of

All the days to come, to you I

Remain a good friend, no benefits just perks

Straight facts, ex lover with strange quirks... You

Are

The

One... Who will be the godmother to my heir

So if I die, you'll raise HIM or raise HER

Erase Her memory of me if it's too painful to hold on to

Make sure he's playful, careful and joyful too

U'll be a good mom, ur delightful unlyk most step mothers

You're a good teacher that's patient but always on time

You'll know what to do if ever my daughter runs late

Scratch that, you'll be a great mother, that's fate

Becoz you're a leader, not deceitful like some bad fathers

#IWriteWhatILike #poetry #dead poets society #poets on tumblr

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spacehologramcollection · 5 years

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Kombat Krew and Date night;

Some fluff before I post some horrific smut. Lord help you all, I am still on the bullshit. Fucking living for it. If you want a Part 2, Electric Boogaloo please message me! GIFS do not belong to me. I did not make them.

Kabal;

· Date night with Kabal can go one of two ways, either extremely adventurous, out there and interesting. Or a lazy night in where you both end up being sloths.

· Pre-burn would favour the adventurous mode, whilst Post-Burn would favour the sloth idea. Less people to judge him and less prying eyes.

· Date night with him is always fun no matter what you do.

· When you go out, his arms around you constantly, he’s taking tons of photos of you/ you and him. Poor fuckers on his social media have to mute him.

· He takes the best photos though. You always look amazing. He has a hard time deciding which is going to be his lock screen.

· Sometimes you’ll go somewhere fancy, he legit always insists on paying, he’s just like that.

· Other times you’ll go for a drive, because he knows this really cool 24-hour diner that does the best milkshakes. There really not that great, but he loves to drive, even though he can’t do it well.

· You’ll both be belting out embarrassing songs, singing like the people in traffic next to you certainly can’t hear. Spoilers, they can.

· A date night in, consists of movies, lounging about and potentially videogames. Bad food is always on the table though. Like the greasiest and most unhealthiest food ever.

· He doesn’t like to wear a shirt (Pre-Burn) on these nights in, and totally wants you to fawn over him.

· Both types of dates end in lots of hugs, being spooned and him eventually hogging the blanket. Forcing you to come a little bit closer. His words not mine.

Sub Zero (Kuai Liang);

· Ah date night with a man who’s never properly dated someone before. Fun is on the cards.

· He really tries, he fucking really does. The Ice man is trying his hardest.

· He comes up with cute and fun ways of spending time together, ones that don’t involve meditation, training or other people being around you.

· You know how him and Hanzo had the tea party of the century, and no one else was fucking invited? Yeah, he’s throwing one of them, but for the two of you.

· Its impressive watching him make it, because damn, all you do is boil the kettle, shove a teabag, some sugar in and there we go.

· He evens prepares a playlist for you two to listen to whilst drinking your tea.

· He really does listen, he’s got all your favourites on there, even that one song he can’t stand.

· You’ll talk about random stuff, he’ll let you waffle on and he’ll listen.

· Holding your hand whilst your talking, his eyes locked with yours, a smile on his face and his fingers stroking your knuckles.

· Hell, he’ll even wear something that isn’t his Grandmaster’s Uniform.

· Imagine, Kuai Liang, in a fucking sweater and some black jeans. I fucking live for It.

· It’ll have to be somewhere private, he doesn’t want the two of you to be disturbed.

· Will offer to slow dance with you, if that’s what you want. It’s all about what you want on your date nights, within reason.

· He knows he can’t go far/ do much, so he tries to make up for it.

· To say he’s not been on many (If any dates) before you, there really sweet and personal.

· You’ll also be able to take a selfie with him, he’s ridiculously photogenic and looks 11/10 in literally all of them.

Erron Black;

· Dating was confusing back in his time, now he’s in Outworld and he’s fucking got no clue. He’s pretty sure customs have changed too.

· His ideas usually involve taking you horseback riding, teaching you to shoot, or trying some new and often disgusting food.

· But now he’s stuck, he wants you both to do something new and exciting. So, the one thing that’s been consistent in his time in Outworld, the stars.

· He’s always relied on the Stars to guide him when out at night, to help him find his way back kind of thing. He knew a lot of the constellations back on Earth, so he starts to learn the Outworld ones. With the help of a reluctant Kotal. He thought he wanted some education, not a preluding activity to banging.

· He’ll set you up a nice little blanket, with a picnic and tell you to get comfortable.

· By get comfortable, he means lay on his chest and relax.

· He’ll start off serious, remembering all he can about the constellations he can see.

· Then it’ll divulge into chaos, he can’t remember that giant one that looks like an octopus, so that’s Steven.

· Makes up a lot of their names and stories, when you question him, you’ll get the standard answer of “Hell naw, I’m telling the truth” or “Who’s the one tellin the stories?”

· You do prefer his versions to the real ones, their funnier and more Erron like.

· You will end up falling asleep and he’ll end up carrying you back to your room.

· God, he loves you.

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi);

· Dates are a very complex thing for him. He’s not really surely what to do. So, he’s in the same boat as Kuai. A sinking fucking boat.

· He cannot go far as he needs to be there for his Clan, so he opts to remain close by.

· He’ll take you on a walk through the Fire Gardens, holding your arm and hand as you stroll. He’ll also be testing your Japanese as you go along. You need to figure out what he’s saying, because the pet names sound cute as fuck.

· He’s not really sure what he was thinking, but you’ll basically have lunch outside, like a picnic but he’d never call it that.

· He’s made all the food himself, all old recipes that have been in his family for generations.

· It’s actually amazing, because the man can cook.

· Its just the two of you, so he becomes a lot more relaxed. He’ll crack some jokes, be a bit more touchy feely and will be more open about his emotions.

· Whilst there, it’s just the two of you, it’s quelling all the negative emotions and feelings that usually arise.

· Would pick up a blossom and put it in your hair, laughing a little at how beautiful you look.

· He’ll let you do the same to him, placing a few in his man-bun, he will have to take them out before they go back.

· He’ll also offer to teach you to spar/ hold your own. He wants you to be safe and he thinks your capable of holding your own.

· Whilst there, he may let slip he can’t wait for you two to start a family. He just wants a normal life.

· He’s such a cutie around you. Around nearly everyone else, it’s Grandmaster Grumpy Face.

Cassie Cage;

· She has two modes. Party fucking girl or chilled out. There is no in between.

· You can tell she’s Johnny’s daughter by her date nights with you, 25 (I did the math, she’s 25 apparently) and still partying strong.

· Your date nights are fucking legendary.

· You’ll either spend all night in some fucking slum club, dancing to trashy songs, doing some tequila shots, and having a great time.

· Sometimes you’ll go to more expensive bars and classier joints, but the majority of the time, its trashy bars. She lives for the adrenaline and excitement, that come with the trashier dives.

· Going to fights. Like she knows she shouldn’t, but god, does she love to watch a Cage match. It’s her fucking namesake, of course she loves to watch them!

· The chilled-out dates are usually grabbing a bite to eat, maybe going for a drive in her Land Rover; belting out all the classics from the 90’s and early 00’s.

· She’s also down for staying in and having a chilled in night. Doing each other’s hair, makeup, facemasks. The fucking works.

· She likes to have a bit of a girly night in. She’ll love having her nails done. She’s actually really good at them too!

· Can’t forget getting a takeaway and watching some shit on TV.

Johnny Cage;

· Like Father, like daughter, prepare yourself for a fucking mix of potential date nights.

· Going to Premiers classify as dates, right? You, looking fancy as fuck, all pampered and on his arm.

· If you’re not rubbing elbows with Hollywood’s Finest (Sometimes they are, sometimes they aren’t) you’ll be doing something adventurous.

· However, since having Cassie, he has calmed down a little bit. Not a lot, but a fraction. He doesn’t want to overly embarrass her with his exploits.

· Sometimes you’ll get dinner at a fancy restaurant or go have a few drinks in one hell of an expensive bar. Like the drink’s menu is comprised of double sometimes even three digits.

· Johnny will always insist on paying. He loves spoiling you.

· Sometimes his Goblin heart aches for something from the old days. Just a Dive bar, where there’s going to be some drama.

· He lives for it. That and sometimes, there’s an itch only a £2 pint of beer can fix. He wouldn’t mind reliving his old days with you.

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Favorite Song At The Moment: Tyler The Creator “Golden”

During the beginning of the second decade of the 21st century, Odd Future and De Facto leader Tyler The Creator reigned supreme among suburban kids, most notably from 2011-2014. My favorite song at the moment, “Golden”, personifies the Tyler The Creator-era accurately.

“Golden is off Tyler’s (because who wants to say ‘The Creator’s?) debut studio-album Goblin. Stream the album here.

For context, the album is the middle-album, which is part of a trilogy, Though considered a mix tape, Tyler’s 2009-release Bastard is the springboard for the trilogy, while 2013-release Wolf provides finality to the most sustainable part of the Tyler The Creator-era. Further proof, Tyler’s 2015-release Cherry Bomb failed to feature fictional characters, such as Dr. TC, that were featured on the previous three Tyler-releases.

Remember from last week’s post, what Los Angeles-based hip-hop artist Dom Kennedy said in a 2018 interview (paraphrasing): you can make up for lack of talent by being relatable.

So, of course, Tyler’s “Golden” fits the bill.

The track begins with Dr. TC, Tyler’s doctor throughout the album, addressing the MC.

"Tyler, you obviously have some fucking problems,” Dr. TC said. “And, this is the end of this session...anything else you've gotta say?"

(At the end of the track it’s revealed that Dr. TC is made up in Tyler’s head.)

Tyler jumps at the opportunity to express what’s on his mind.

“Mom is getting jealous, I see my manager more than I see her before I go on tour and it hurts,” Tyler said on the first verse. “I miss the days when this was fun, but now it turned into work. And getting legal, so I got to watch the shit that I blurt out.

“My friends are turning into opposites, because my life is turning into opposite of sloppy wrist,” Tyler continued. And all the bitches who forgot about me want to ride my dick, harder than the white kids who copy shit.”

The ‘I miss the days when this was fun, but now it turned into work’ line caught my ear, and, wait for it, was relatable.

It was my senior year of undergrad when I was traveling back-and-fourth between college and my hometown (a six-hour travel) to cover artists’ concerts and/or interview them backstage. I didn’t earn a dime. More importantly, I padded my portfolio with quality writing samples.

Still, eventually, the traveling caught up to me. So, at the beginning of April, about one month from graduation, I ordered a cease and desist against myself pertaining to covering shows and interviewing artists.

In addition, Tyler’s ‘And all the bitches who forgot about me want to ride my dick, harder than the white kids that copy shit’ almost felt like I wrote it myself.

It was in November of 2017 when I kickstarted the traveling back-and-fourth when I covered, coincidentally, Girlie Action-alum Hoodie Allen. My photographer and I made nice with Allen before the show. So, after the show, when I asked him to create a video nominating himself for my school’s spring concert he had no qualms.

End result: A 22-second Twitter video that amassed over 25,000 views, 200 retweets and 500 likes, and a different perception of me from my college’s female population. The newfound attention was cool. Eventually, I realized most of the new females in my life were shallow, only focusing their attention on guys with perceived status, and that without the video, which included me, I wouldn’t know these females.

Currently, my Twitter, with said video, is deactivated. Also, I’ve deactivated Facebook, while deleting the Snapchat app of my mobile device (I kept Instagram because, well, I’m photogenic).

Basically, “Golden” is the song you put on when you’re like, ‘Fuck everything’, and you’re fed up at the moment. Remember, this is a timed song. So, if you feel the need to play this song excessively there might be an undertone you need to address.

Remember, it’s okay to not be okay, but it’s never okay to do nothing about it.

Rounding things out, a few more bars from Tyler on this track that hit home are below.

“Im a grab the Nina and find a nice arena,” Tyler said on the third verse. “’Cause I can’t even choose between Ortega or Sabrina. And I’m not even human, I’m a body shaped demon with some semen in my sack and some problems in the back.”

Densely-packed lyrics, I think we can all relate to 1) blurting things out we don’t mean and 2) not being able to make simple decisions because of a larger issue taking up real estate in our minds.

Listen to “Golden” here. Cheers,

- Joshua Kellem

#rap #hip hop #los angeles #music #mainstream #odd future #tyler the creator #opinion #music review

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Freebies | Oneshot

Date: 6 April 2022

Featuring: @ugly-anastasia

Warnings: None

Mirabel is chosen as the winner of Annie’s contest! Totally free of any ulterior motive!

Mirabel didn’t quite believe it when the DM lit up on her phone. It must have been some mistake, or maybe she was trying to get in touch with Mirabel’s sister. Because what would Annie Tremaine possibly want with Mirabel Madrigal herself?

Still, Mirabel didn’t have anything better to do-- the kids she was babysitting were long in bed, the kitchen was cleaned up and the living room tidied. She was sitting on the couch, waiting for the parents to come home and half-watching the Derry Girls reruns that were on Channel 4. So she picked up her phone and opened the message, just to see what it said.

Hey girl! the message began. Thanks for entering my little contest back in March. I thought your picture was sooo cute, so I decided to go ahead and choose YOU as my winner and the recipient of some samples of my top-secret new project!!!

Mirabel stared at the message. Did Annie have the wrong Madrigal sister?

She remembered entering the contest, of course, but she hadn’t thought anything would come of it. Mirabel never won stuff like this. She didn’t have that kind of luck-- or, if it wasn’t a luck-based contest, she didn’t have the skill either. Mirabel wasn’t an influencer or even a particularly photogenic person. That was all Isabela’s job!

Hey! So awkward lol but just want to make sure u have the right person. This is Mirabel! she typed back, because she figured it would be better to get that out of the way than to let Annie down later when she realized. She went back to the show and promptly forgot about the whole thing.

But, when Mirabel’s phone lit up again, it seemed that Annie hadn’t been mistaken--

Oh I know!! Your picture was so cute Mirabel! You are freakin adorable. Just DM me the best shipping info or let me know where/when we can meet up. I’m launching a line of beauty products, and I’d love for you to try some samples!

Mirabel couldn’t help it. She knew Annie Tremaine had a certain reputation around town, but it was nice to win something for once... and to be told she was “freakin adorable.” Because it wasn’t that Mirabel got called ugly or anything-- she knew she was, like, okay-looking and she wasn’t vain or anything-- but it was just nice for someone to notice her once in a while.

So if something unexpectedly cool and nice happened to her... sure, she’d take the opportunity.

That’s so nice of you thank you!! Let me know if there’s anything you need from me.

Sure thing girly!! I guess one thing-- if you like them, maybe share em with a friend? I’m really trying to get the word out there about my products. I think this is gonna be big. They’re 100% homemade, vegan, cruelty-free, and organic. So it’s all for a good cause! I'll give you doubles so you can give some away.

Well. That actually worked out kind of perfectly. Wasn’t Isabela’s birthday coming up? And... Mirabel didn’t exactly have a gift for her. Now she could be a good sister and help this person out!

Yeah I totally can!!!

*~*~*~*~*~*~

Anastasia put down her phone and smiled proudly at her multitude of “Inner Beauty By Annie” products stacked on her kitchen table. So maybe Isabela Madrigal hadn’t entered her giveaway. But Annie had found the next best thing. And once Mirabel got those products in Isabela’s hands, Annie’s empire would begin to grow.

That would show Tom. That would show Charlie. That would show everyone who had doubted her! Maybe Eloise would even want to buy some of these.

(And, um, she could use the extra cash).

Just as long as nobody found out how she made those products...

#self para #anastasia #freebies

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exquisitley-obsessed · 6 years

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The Three Women Of Durin - An Awakening (1)

Summary:

Three girls: Rosie, Frankie and Cece find themselves rolling off the side of a road and crashing in a thicket of trees. It's a tumble downhill, full of bumps, bruises but thankfully, no broken bones. Waking up from the crash, they find themselves somewhere magical, mysterious and that was certainly not home. Discovered by a strange-looking man, he leads them back to the main road...of Middle Earth.

They are in the story of The Hobbit, trapped and unsure of how to get back. They are then faced with the fact that they will not be going home any time soon, so will they help the dwarves reclaim theirs?

MASTERLIST FOR THS STORY

Okay, before I start this story, I'd just like to say that what happened, happened. We had no idea how to get back, or what to do really. We cannot be sorry for the changes we made. We only did what we thought was right.

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"Okay, if you two don't shut the hell up, I'm coming back there myself!" Rosie growled through gritted teeth as her patience wore thin with her best friends. Those friends in question were currently sat in the back of the crappy rental car, squabbling. The three of them were going on a road trip to the theme park in the next town, a trip that was supposed to be a treat. Frankie and Cece had argued the main part of the journey to the car on who was to be riding shotgun for Rosie to eventually decide that no one was going to, and then they continued to argue inside the car on who got to play their music, Rosie again shut the argument down by simply turning on the radio.

"Rosie, pull over," Cece suddenly piped from the back, she wrapped her nimble fingers around Rosie's head rest and swung around so that her long golden hair now dangled on top of the gear stick.

"Cece if you need to pee again, I swear to god -" Rosie began her frustration getting the better of her as she batted Cece's hair away. Don't get me wrong, Rosie loved her friends more than she would ever let on, but no quality friendships last without the odd fight here and there.

"No, no, I was wanting to take a photo," Cece smiled sweetly, she had that niceness about her that never seemed to perish, it was both a gift and a curse. Rosie sighed at this, however, turned the wheel and slowly brought the rustic Saturn to a halt. The three of them were on their very first holiday, in England, which all though had a few grey clouds and was infinitely colder than America, was pretty damn photogenic.

However, you could say that Rosie had gotten used to the rolling, green hills and grey sun because she had lived here for fifteen years. However, her parents had made the decision to move to America, where they would be closer to her dad's side of the family. Moving to America had ultimately been both the best and worst thing to ever happen to Rosie because that's where she just so happened to meet Frankie and Cece who have ultimately have made her life so beautifully blissful yet so fiercely frustrating.

"Okay, come on girlies, back in the car, let's get going," Rosie smiled at her friends from where she leaned lazily on the bonnet, they each clambered back in the car, still with Rosie in the front and Frankie and Cece in the back. After arguing some more about what music to play, Rosie turned on the radio once more and rolled down the windows, the crisp, clean air flooding into the car causing their hair and clothes to dance to the music. It wasn't too long until they joined in with the voice on the radio, belting out the words, singing loudly and very out of tune. They continued like this for a while, enjoying the happy moment which in itself was small, but to them was memorable, when it happened.

The car, it came out of nowhere. Nowhere. It wasn't their fault, anyone could tell that. But they're the ones who paid for it.

Rosie's whole body froze with fear when she drove over the hill, the cars headlights glaring at her like the eyes of a bull charging straight for her. Without thinking, she jerked the wheel to the left where she thought she was driving her and her friends to safety. However, the thicket of tall trees she then drove into proved her wrong. They lurched downhill, their happy songs turning into piercing screams, their music now a million miles away. The trees and wildlife flew past them, some branches even getting caught on the open windows. A particularly low branch slammed against the windshield, shattering it. Rosie managed to cover her face just in time but still felt the edges of shards make their way into her hair and cut her arm. Rosie slammed her foot on the brakes so hard that the impact shuddered through the rest of her body. It was a shame because she was a split-second too late. By the time Rosie's foot met with the pedal the car had crashed into what could only be a thick, towering tree. The sickening smell of gas filled her lungs, the screams of the three girls dying out sickeningly quick, the taste of burning rubber filled the air and the feel of broken metal and shattered glass pierced their bodies. All turned dark.

Everything seemed to hurt in its own way. Her lungs burned, her joints ached and her skin stung. But, she could feel. Slowly she shifted awkwardly from where she was lying down, the crunch of glass following her as she moved. She opened her eyes and after a moment of blinding, white light she saw tall trees reaching for the sky above her, she was alive, she was okay. Looking down at her body, she saw bruises and cuts, some awkward lumps and bumps but no broken bones, thank God. Carefully, she sat up feeling her breath rattling in her chest. Tentatively she raised a hand, pressing her fingertips to her throbbing temple before running her fingers through her short, shoulder length brown hair where she managed to pick out some of the larger shards of glass.

Looking behind her she found the wreckage that was the rustic Saturn. Shit, Rosie thought as she scrambled up and towards the mess of steel and glass ignoring the painful sensation this caused through her body. Like she thought, the car had crashed into a thick tree, however, the impact must have caused her to break through her seatbelt and go flying through the already smashed windshield. Ater attempting to open the doors with little success she decided that the only way she was going to get in was by climbing through the hole in the windshield.

Pulling herself onto what was left of the bonnet, she made her way through the mess. Almost instantly, she saw the long blonde hair of Cece and the curly afro of Frankie. She clawed her way to the back seat feeling the odd sting when her bare skin was cut by sharp, broken material.

Rosie reached out and wrapped her fingers around the closest hand, which just so happened to be the hand of Frankie. For a moment, she stayed a still as she possibly could, holding her breath as she waited to hear it. And then there it was, the steady, shaky breath of both girls. Slowly, Rosie moved further forward now placing both hands on Frankie and began to shake her, hoping she would wake up, she didn't, but she was breathing, she was breathing.

Rosie looked behind her, contemplating on whether it was worth dragging Frankie all the way over the two seats and back through the windshield. Deciding against it, she raised her foot and kicked as hard as she could against the cracked window that was closest and carefully cleared away all the small pieces of glass. She then climbed out herself first before wrapping her arms under Frankie's armpit and pulling her out with as much caution as possible. When she had managed to get Frankie onto the soft grass she found herself still pulling her away. She dragged Frankie's limp body further and further away from the wreckage until she was satisfied. Then she stood up and made her way back to the car for her other best friend.

Cece was in more of a state, part of the car had crushed down on top of her right-hand side, a tree branch had fallen from when they crashed into the tree and Cece had paid for that. Rosie had to use all her remaining strength to lift what she could of the roof and with shaky arms pull Cece's limp form out. Cece was the only one bleeding badly, she had a long cut on her right arm which was, thankfully, not bleeding too much, but unfortunately, she too was unconscious.

Sighing, Rosie lifted her hand and wiped away some beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead before deciding to go and find help. Turning around she began walking the way the car came, her legs feeling as if someone had poured rocks into her shoes, and an overwhelming tiredness thrumming through her body. It wasn't too long before she realised something was off. There were no tracks where the car had been driven off the road, and the land was pretty much flat, even though she could distinctly remember driving downhill. Not being able to find the road they were driving on, she made her way back to her unconscious friends.

They lay side by side, slowly breathing. It dawned on Rosie that if someone were to walk past they would simply look as if they were taking a nap in the woods. She then realised that someone was probably coming, there were a few drivers on the road at that point of time, someone must have seen them crash. Rosie looked down at her friends before making sure they were in the safe position before she moved about a foot back and rested against a tree.

Then, she began to shake, she couldn't believe it, she crashed a fucking rental car and almost killed her best friends. Why did she swerve so harshly? If she did it a bit calmer they wouldn't have gone so far. Now they were in a mess because of her and she couldn't find the way back. Before she could stop herself, a sob escaped her lips, and then she realised there was no one around to hear her cry, so she let go.

She cried long and hard, reaching out and grasping onto the fingers of her unconscious friends, she cried until her throat was raw, had no more tears left and had lost her voice. When she quieted down a silence filled the air, it was heavy and crushingly lonely. Then, the snapping of some twigs nearby alerted her, people. Jumping up she turned around, hope spreading through her chest like fire, she was going to be safe.

However, what she didn't expect was to see a very strange man emerge from the bushes, dressed as if he was from another world.

He was taller than her, by about an inch, but the way his body was proportioned you'd think he would be shorter. He had large feet wrapped in, what looked like, space boots and was wearing a long oversized brown shirt with brown trousers, a belt, and cape, he had crazy untamed black hair and very long grey beard where white and black braids were knotted in place. But the weirdest thing of all was the droning sense of familiarity that nagged at the back of Rosie's mind when she saw him, oh and the large scythe he was carrying.

"Hello?" She said in a questioning voice, realising how she too must look crazy in his eyes, all bruised and battered and some lovely new fresh cuts from crawling through glass whilst standing next to two unconscious bodies. The strange man didn't respond, his eyes were steady and calm as he looked her over. He seemed to be going somewhere, with a sort of backpack on his shoulders, maybe he didn't hear the crash? "I know I must look mad but can you help me?" She pleaded.

He didn't say anything for a few antagonizing moments, then he nodded. "As you can see me and my friends here," she gestured to the unconscious bodies at her feet, "Have had a car crash and they're unconscious and I think we need a doctor and I just can't find the main road." Rosie rambled, hoping that some of what she was saying was getting through to him. The phrase ‘main road' appeared to grab his attention judging by the fact that he began making sudden hand gestures which looked like signing. The pin dropped in Rosie's mind. "Oh, um, sorry I didn't, um…never mind. Can you lead us to the main road," She asked sweetly, mentally cursing for not realising that this man was deaf. Once again, he nodded. "And if it isn't a trouble can you call an ambulance," She said, he raised an eyebrow. "Oh um, can you get some medical help for me and my friends," She gestured once again to the unconscious bodies at her feet. This didn't seem to get to him, however, he did begin walking closer to Rosie, a limp in his step.

Rosie felt herself freeze up, a small ball of fear growing in her gut the closer he got. One of the last things she expected him to do was bend down and throw Frankie's limp form over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing more than a bag of feathers. Rosie then looked down at Cece and then back at this man wondering if he expected her to do the same. However, he bent down again and before Rosie knew it, Cece was on his other shoulder. Getting lost in thought as she watched him do this, Rosie didn't even notice him walking away, set and ready for the journey to the main road. Rosie went to follow him when she remembered.

"Oh, sorry can you just pause a moment," She called after him, he turned around and looked at her, an eyebrow raised. She scrambled back to the car and picked out everything that was theirs: phones (Cece's was unfortunately smashed), bags, scraps of food and a bottle of water, and finally her sunglasses. She was more cautious this time of traveling around the wreckage, shuddering as the image of the car's headlights heading straight for her came to mind. She clambered back out wearing three bags and holding a large assortment of items. If possible, this man's eyebrow raised even further, he then turned around and walked back into the bushes. She followed and they walked in silence.

Rosie felt like she had been walking for years when they reached a small path, she was sure the car hadn't travelled this far into the woods but she could not be sure. Anyways, she trusted this man, he seemed friendly, even though he did not talk, he carried her best friends without complaint. For a while now Rosie had been staring at the strange metal headdress he wore, wondering what in God's name made him think it looked good. Obviously, he was a part of some sort of culture or something, she was too tired and her body was too sore to think of this now. All she wanted was a hot water bottle, a cosy warm bed, and the knowledge that her friends were going to be okay.

They walked some more until they finally reached a gritty path which wove in twists and turns through some soft, green hills. This looked familiar. However, maybe this was her tired brain talking or maybe she didn't realise it before, but something was different. The grass was greener and the air was more pleasant to breathe somehow, like it was purer? It all seemed so familiar yet so strange, she was wondering just which main road this man was taking her too when she saw it.

They clambered up another small hill, Rosie's muscles screaming after the long journey. When the scene turned into something so familiar it was impossible not to recognise it. Now, she may be high off car fumes, or maybe she just hit her head a little too hard, but she was pretty damn sure the shire just opened up in front of her. It was just like the movies. Little homes tucked into the hills, the circular multi-coloured doors, the stream of smoke coming from little chimneys. It was that and so much more. She saw someone idling along the path before them, carrying a basket and whistling a blissful tune, a bounce in their step. Rosie's eyes darted to their feet to see if the crazy idea that was thrumming through her head was true, and there it was, a pair of oversized and very hairy hobbit feet.

"Oh my god," Rosie managed to choke out feeling fairly faint. Turning to the man next to her who continued to trudge up along the path, realisation washed over her like water. "Bifur…" she almost whispered, but it was enough for his head to snap around with quite a large grin, he nodded eagerly then continued walking. What. The. Hell. Night had fallen and the sky was no more than a dark blue pulse. They made their way up to a very familiar green door.

See the thing is Rosie knew of the hobbit, of course she knew about it. She went through a full phase of reading hypotheses online, but she was not obsessed, she knew the story, she knew the bitter sweet ending, but she didn't know it as well as say, Harry Potter. But one thing she did know for sure is that herself, Frankie and Cece were certainly not supposed to be here.

Bifur gave a quick wrap on the door and from the boisterous noise and laughter coming from inside, she could tell that they were not first to arrive. Rosie felt her heart thud rapidly as the door opened her brain continuously telling her that this wasn't real, that she wasn't here, she couldn't be. But before she knew it, before her stood a very small Bilbo Baggins. He looked tired and a little ruffled, she felt her heart reach out for him knowing all too well the reason for how annoyed he looked.

By this point, he just stood to the side and let Bifur walk in. Rosie stood there for a moment, staring at who her brain was telling her was Martin Freeman, before she realising he was giving her a weird stare, she lurched forward into his cosy home, trying to hide her shaking hands.

"Aye Bifur! Where ya' been laddie!" Rosie heard someone call in the other room in a thickly accented voice. There was no response but there was laughter and love in the air.

"What ya' got there Bifur? Been scouting out some dwarrows!" Another playful voice called out. "Would you like to follow me?" A small voice said from below, she nodded slowly looking down at Bilbo who looked so utterly fed up with life and nodded slowly. Bilbo led her into a hallway where in the room to her left all the dwarves were sat at a dinner table, on her right she could see her two friends laid carefully on two couches they both barely fit on. Turning back to the room on her left she felt a stab of fear hit her in the gut and she scurried behind the frame of the door. Keeping her body hidden she peeked her head around the corner, her mind completely blank at the situation at hand. She stared at the group and saw all her favorite characters live and in flesh, Bofur, Fili, Kili, Dwalin… the list went on, what she did notice was there was no Thorin, that gave her an idea of how far through the story they were. Whilst the group was sitting Bifur down and handing him a plate of meats and potatoes Rosie heard a voice behind her.

"Why hello there," A soft voice said causing Rosie to nearly jump out of her skin, turning around she felt her jaw hang openly because standing before her was none other than Gandalf the Grey. Rosie felt the colour drain from her face and had the sudden urge to throw up her empty stomach. "Are you quite alright?" He asked, genuinely concerned, as no words seemed to be either forming in her head or falling out of her mouth, Rosie mustered up a nod. She could do this, this was just some horrid dream, she would wake up soon and everything would be fine, she's probably somewhere in a hospital, someone's probably called her parents, they're probably flying over here now, everything was going to be alright, everything is going to be, alright. "I believe you are not from here," Gandalf spoke wisely looking down at her. It was then Rosie realised exactly how small she really was. Gandalf towered over her in a way that she never expected to experience in her lifetime. She again in response could only manage a head shake. "Ah, that is okay, I see that you are destined for this quest, come meet the others," and before she could complain Gandalf placed his large hand on her back and gently pushed into the candlelight, where all the dwarves turned their heads and looked straight at her.

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