#I.E. I DEMAND IT SHAMELESSLY

[tommyplum]

[ unfortunately i couldn’t locate the artist to give attribution to so if anybody who sees this knows whose art it is, plz let us know <3 ]

It’s enzoart! 

Thank you mucho for the info, @queuebird <3

#venom fanart #YES GOOD #ACCURATE PORTRAYAL #I YEARN CONSTANTLY FOR JOHN TO FAVOUR ME #WITH TENDER STROKING OF MY HEAD #I.E. I DEMAND IT SHAMELESSLY #AND HE SWEETLY COMPLIES #lol in an online way through textual communication that is #a maggie post

[delicioussshame]

I was supposed to write an actual chapter of that LBH/SY/OLBH AU where they’re all actors, one in which OLBH and SY are playing the leads in a censored danmei adaptation, but I was stressed tonight so you’re getting bad porn set in that world.

Shen Yuan swaps Luo Bingge’s wandering hand off his lap. “Bingge, give up. I say not during filming.”

Undeterred, Luo Bingge’s hand finds itself creeping under Shen Yuan’s shirt. “This isn’t our first rodeo. I know how far I can push. I promise you won’t feel a thing tomorrow.”

Shen Yuan laughs at him out loud. “Impossible, and you don’t need me boosting your ego by explaining to you why.”

Luo Bingge’s teeth are pressing on his earlobe, softly enough not to mark the skin. “I can be gentle if given the proper incentive.”

It’s not that he’s lying, because Shen Yuan knows that Luo Bingge is able, in extremely rare occasions, to rein in his constant desire to conquer and overwhelm, but it is, as aforementioned, very, very rare, and he’s never seen that side of Luo Bingge without his brother by his side. “If I say yes today, a measly two weeks into filming, you’ll be demanding it every night by next week.”

Luo Bingge doesn’t reply, because he can’t. The stalker who went out of his way to find out where Shen Yuan was renting during filming and rented in the same building, again, can’t say he did so with pure intentions only. He did it because he wanted easy access to Shen Yuan, and he didn’t tell him because he knows Shen Yuan would have reacted… exactly how he did, i.e. not favorably.

“Like Yuan can honestly say he would want me to stay away until we’re done when I’m right there.”

Shen Yuan pinches the overly familiar hand undoing the buttons of his shirt. “We work all over the country. We’ve spent months apart before. It’s not a problem.”

“I wasn’t right here. You can either admit you want me now, or I’ll have to make you break. Possibly on set. I’m sure the fans of the book would appreciate it.”

See? This is why Shen Yuan thought this was a terrible idea. He 100% believe Luo Bingge would flirt with him shamelessly in public and say he’s just in character.

This movie is going to be hell.

Salvation comes in the form of his personal phone ringing. “Bingge, get off, I have to take this.”

This turns out to be Bingmei, because of course it is. He’s made his jealousy at his brother playing Shen Yuan’s not-boyfriend very, very clear by way of tantrums and tears that Shen Yuan can’t do anything about when he’s many hours away.

Since Luo Bingmei wouldn’t ruin his actual boyfriend’s or his brother’s careers, he hasn’t done anything more, but he’s been calling frequently.

“Bingmei, hello. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine! How is A-Yuan? Is he eating fine on set? Brother is taking care of you, right?”

“Oh, I’m taking care of him just fine. I was going to do exactly that, in fact.”

“Bingge! Sorry, Bingmei, give me a second.” Shen Yuan puts the phone down and pushes himself away from Luo Bingge, who had plastered himself to his back to talk into the phone from behind him. “Give it a rest! I’m talking to Bingm- What are you doing with my phone!”

“Putting it on speaker mode. Bingmei, you hear me?”

“Yes? Why? Brother, what are you doing?”

“What you’d be doing in my place; taking care of Yuan. Want to contribute?”

Every time Shen Yuan thinks he’s seen everything, and he’s seen a lot since he formed a committed relationship with male twins, one or the other insists on proving him wrong. “Bingge, forget it. I’m not doing it.”

“You’re not? Why? Since I can’t touch A-Yuan, I’d love to hear him.”

Fuck. It’s easy to say no to Bingge’s demands. Shen Yuan doesn’t owe him anything.

Sadly, he finds saying no to Bingmei’s requests much harder. His voice has already taken a breathless tone that speaks volumes. It will turn whiny if Shen Yuan says no, then teary, and Shen Yuan will spend the rest of the evening fruitlessly trying to soothe him.

He doesn’t have to look to know Luo Bingge is smug. “Yuan is not going to deny my brother something this simple, is he? Bingmei is all alone in our apartment, with not even a job to occupy him, while we’re both busy day and night. It’s the least we can do for him.”

Shen Yuan has been played.

He sighs, defeated. “I’m throwing you out if you overstep.”

“You’re welcome to try.” Luo Bingge celebrates his victory by kissing him silent and pretty much ripping his shirt off him, the hands Shen Yuan had been trying so hard to keep away now touching him everywhere they were allowed.

“Brother? What are you doing? Tell me!”

Oh no, those two are going to talk all night, aren't they? They’ve always been shameless.

Shen Yuan might not survive this.

“I’ve just removed his shirt, so not much. Maybe I should go for that spot just below his right rib, you know the one?”

“Oh, yes. A-Yuan always blushes so prettily when I kiss him there. I can almost see it. Do it!”

Shen Yuan is already bright red, so he’s sure the wet heat of Luo Bingge’s mouth doesn’t change much for him.

He still can’t quite stop himself from moaning a little bit.

Bingmei picks it up, of course. “I can’t hear A-Yuan well enough! Do something!”

“Bingmei wants to hear you. Let’s give you a reason to make noise then.”

Luo Bingge’s idea to make sure Luo Bingmei has something to listen to is to remove Shen Yuan’s pants and to swallow his half-hard cock in one smooth motion that has Shen Yuan screaming and Luo Bingmei panting. “What did you do? Brother, what’s happening! Why does A-Yuan sound so blissed out?”

Luo Bingge pulls out with a slurp so obscene Bingmei must have heard it. “Using my mouth to reward him for doing a good job on set today.”

“That’s good. A-Yuan deserves to be rewarded. I wish I could be the one doing it. Would A-Yuan like that? Having me there with him, using my mouth to make him feel good?”

Bingmei can’t possibly want him to answer, can he? He’s not taking part in this… whatever this is!

Luo Bingge’s nails dig into the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, where no one will notice him leaving marks. “You’re being rude. Tell him you prefer me.”

“Hey! He doesn’t! Of course A-Yuan would love for me to be with him. You would, right?”

Shen Yuan throws his arm over his eyes. “Don’t fight over something this ridiAHH! Bingge, I said no!”

Bingge doesn’t stop opening him up even as his tongue slide lazily over Shen Yuan’s cock.

“Would A-Yuan be so kind as to activate his camera? I want to see!”

“NO! That’s not happening!” Shen Yuan doesn’t let anyone film him without a contract and a crew, and never in his current condition.

“Aww, that’s too bad. Can he at least tell me what Brother is doing to him? Hearing A-Yuan cry so alluringly and not knowing why is torture.”

“Your brother is trying to break the long-standing rule of no penetration while filming! I have to be in shape for work!”

“And you’ll be. I’m being thorough. I’m only up to two fingers. I’m going to open you up properly, slowly, until you’re so relaxed you’ll be begging for me.”

“It’s still not fair that you get A-Yuan in your bed for months and I get my hand and our toys. It’s not the same.”

Did Luo Bingmei went and got help to play with them?

That’s certainly something he’d do. Maybe he’s preparing himself as his brother is fingering Shen Yuan open, lying back on their bed with that ridiculously big dildo of his that’s still smaller than he is…

Shen Yuan has been ruined.

Luo Bingge spreads Shen Yuan’s thighs to reach deeper. “Are you ready for another one, or should I just get you off first? I wouldn’t mind finishing you off, if you’d prefer?”

“Don’t! Since I can’t have A-Yuan, I want to hear him when you take him! Get to it! I won’t be able to wait for much longer!”

He didn’t have to say it. Shen Yuan recognises the way his breath catches; he’s hard, probably has something inside him, and is unwilling to wait.

“I can’t rush him. He needs to be able to give his best performance tomorrow.”

Luo Bingge’s fingers twist and turn inside of him, teasing and rubbing and driving Shen Yuan wild.

“I’m sure A-Yuan is fine with it. Just listen to the cute little gasps he’s making. He’s practically begging for you to take him.”

“Well well. Are you? Do you want me inside you? I’m willing to take my time,” another cruel thrust of his fingers, this time deeper than before, “but if Yuan considers he’s ready, then I would oblige him.”

“Tell him you want him to!”

Shen Yuan has never hated and loved someone has much as he both hates and loves those two siblings who threw his life in chaos. “Fine, fine, do it, I can’t stand this any longer.”

“If Yuan insists,” says Luo Bingge like he hasn’t spent his evening trying to convince Shen Yuan to do just that.

At least Luo Bingge didn’t lie: he’s been careful. He doesn’t force Shen Yuan into the mattress like he usually does, instead preferring carefully measured movements designed not to be too taxing on him. While also driving him crazy, because everything Bingge does has the goal of ruining Shen Yuan’s sanity.

“A-Yuan sounds so good taking my brother’s cock. I wish I could see him. He’s always so beautiful when he does it. Almost as attractive as when he’s taking mine. I wish he could see me, too. I think he would like to watch me fucking myself and wishing it was him. He’d feel so much better than toys.”

“Bingmei! Shut up!”

Luo Bingge thrusts into him harder than he’d done today, throwing him out of the image Bingmei conjured. “I’m right here. Don’t forget it.”

“You’re the, one that wanted this. Deal with, ah, it.”

“It’s your fault A-Yuan is still coherent enough to talk to me. Do better.”

Luo Bingge glares. “I have to be gentle.”

“No excuse. I’m always gentle with A-Yuan and he loves every minute of it.”

“I’m going to hang up.”

“Don’t you dare! I’ll get on a flight and steal A-Yuan away from you!”

“Fine. Just shut up and enjoy until I’m done.”

“If you manage to get there.”

This is where Shen Yuan loses the plot, because Luo Bingge’s hand is wrapping around his cock as he slides deeper and deeper inside of him, which shouldn’t be possible, there’s no way he’s not going to feel it tomorrow, and then he can’t think about tomorrow anymore, not with Luo Bingge’s mouth on his and Luo Bingge’s hand on his cock and Luo Bingge’s cock a constant pressure that’s robbing him of all reason.

By the time he’s getting back his sense, his throat is a bit raw.

Bingmei probably got what he wanted. “Bingmei? Are you still there?”

Even through the line Bingmei sounds sated. “Yes. A-Yuan was wonderful. He sounded so pleased. The memories of his moans will help me sleep soundly tonight. Thank you two.”

Shen Yuan also needs to go to sleep or he’ll be in even worse shape when he wakes up. “Good night, Bingmei. I’m going to take a shower and go right to bed. The day will start early. I’m going to need all the rest I can get.”

Luo Bingge lifts from the bed and pulls Shen Yuan up. “It’s been too short, but work comes first. I’ll join you.”

“You'd better keep your hands to yourself. I’m not indulging you again.”

“You would doubt my honor? I wouldn’t.”

“Of course you would.”

Luo Bingge pantomimes dramatically. “Even my own twin brother is against me. What I have done to deserve such scorn?”

“You’re you.”

Shen Yuan wishes he couldn’t hear the fondness in his own voice.

Luo Bingge’s grin indicates he caught it too, but in a rare moment of grace, he lets it go, wordlessly hanging off and guiding Shen Yuan to the bathroom.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #OriginalLBH/SY #LBH/SY/OLBH

[esmealux]

Ship: Sailing

Part: 1 / 1 (But you can read it as a sequel to this piece.)

Setting: After 5x06

Word count: 1.6K

Rating: T

Summary: Ella finds out her OTP is finally happening. Or, Lucifer bragging about finally having sex with Chloe, Ella fangirling over it, and Chloe being horny so done with them.

Author’s note: I wrote this before watching 5x07, i.e. before seeing Ella’s actual reaction, so consider this an alternative take on it.

‘Hey, Ella,’ Chloe greets her as she walks into the lab, coffee in hand. Ella greets her back before holding up a crucial piece of evidence. ‘Okay, so I wiped the keys you found for prints, and guess wha-’ As Ella lifts her head to see her co-worker’s reaction when she tells her they have a new lead, she realises she isn’t listening; her face is turned away, an anxious look on her face. Or is it excited? Following her line of sight to see what, or who, has Chloe’s attention, she spots a familiar three-piece suit through the cracks between the blinds. Ella smiles knowingly. ‘So, Chloe, did you and Lucifer finally-

‘Good morning, miss Lopez!’

‘Well, speak of the Devil, I guess,’ Ella quips when Lucifer enters the room… with an unprecedentedly cheerful look on his face. She waits for his reaction to her remark, a nod of approval for playing along with his whole ‘I’m the devil’-thing, but this co-worker doesn’t seem to listen either. His eyes are fixed on Chloe, an ear-to-ear grin on his face. She smiles right back at him, their bodies leaning towards each other, like two magnets. Two in looove magnets. Chloe takes a sip of her Starbucks order, her eyes lingering on Lucifer, who is staring hypnotised at her lips. Something definitely went down between them. But then why didn’t they get here together?

‘So… you two didn’t come together today?’ She asks, making it sound more like a question than a statement. Her lips curve slightly upwards against her will, and she fails to hide the excitement in her eyes.

Chloe almost chokes on her coffee. Meanwhile, a complacent smirk slowly spreads on Lucifer’s face. ‘Oh, we came together, Miss Lopez,’ he informs her, looking smugger and… happier than Ella’s ever seen him. ‘Quite a few times actually,’ he shamelessly adds under his breath as he directs his smirk at Chloe. She’s coughing, her hand clutched to her chest; with a ‘Dearie me’ Lucifer places his hand on her back and looks at her with genuine concern. ‘Are you okay, Detective? Do you need anything?’

‘She’ll be fine,’ Ella reassures him. She needs answers. ‘I just- Are you saying what I think you’re saying?!’ Her smile grows bigger with every word. ‘Did you two-’ She lets her eyes slide back and forth between her friends. Lucifer moves an inch closer to Chloe, his hand gliding down Chloe’s back, only to brush his fingers discretely, or so he thinks, against her butt as he lets out a deep, satisfied sigh. ‘Mm-hmm.’

Oh. Ehm. Gee. Her Deckerstar dreams are coming true. Ella needs more information.

‘Finally!’ She exclaims, earning a look of agreement from Lucifer. ‘I mean, that’s huge, you guys! So tell me…’ She says, pushing aside some evidence, carefully of course, as she places her arms on the table and leans forward. ‘How was it?’ She cocks her eye, focusing on Chloe. (Ella notices her friend’s make-up is a little smudged, but the ‘freshly boned’-glow really works for her). Chloe doesn’t answer her question. Instead, she looks up at Lucifer, who’s standing even closer to her now, and shakes her head, followed by a classic Chloe eye roll. Ella does notice just the hint of a smile, though.

‘Oh, spit it out, Decker!’ Ella demands, crossing her arms. Lucifer casts a glance at her before looking at Chloe again. ‘Yes, Detective. How was it?’

Chloe sighs and places her cup on the table. ‘Well, there’s nothing to tell. It was just sex,’ she tells them, now failing massively to hide her smile.

‘Just sex?’ Ella repeats sceptically, trying to give Chloe her best ‘I know you’re lying and that you’re the murderer’-face (it’s not as good as Chloe’s, though). Lucifer chuckles and scoffs. ‘“Just sex”. Preposterous. I believe the words “best I ever had” were used.’ He puffs out his chest and grins, proud.

‘Well, of course it was! You two are crazy about each other – and that makes it tha best kind of sex!’

Chloe opens her mouth only to close it again. She clears her throat. Then she opens her mouth again. ‘Well, no, I mean, yes, but-’ She’s interrupted by Ella’s squeal and a pleased ‘See?’ from Lucifer. Chloe closes her eyes for a second, sighing, before she continues. ‘But I believe Lucifer,’ she turns her head to face him as she enounces his name, “was the one to use the words “best I ever had”.’ He beams at her unapologetically and smoothly steps behind her, placing both hands on her hips as he leans down to whisper in her ear. ‘Well, you might not have used those exact words, Detective, but you did…’

Ella can’t hear the last bit, but whatever it is, it makes Chloe blush and mouth fall slightly open. They both chuckle quietly together, Lucifer nuzzling his nose against the side of Chloe’s face. When their eyes land on Ella, she sees a mixture of confusion and concern on their faces. Apparently, she was staring. She can’t help it; the OTP feels are hitting her, and they’re hitting her hard.

‘Miss Lopez, are you alright?’ Lucifer asks her, his hands still on Chloe’s hips. She notices how he’s snuck his fingers underneath Chloe’s – or his own, it seems – shirt and is lightly brushing her side with the tip of his fingers.

‘What? No, I’m totes okay, are you crazy? You guys are the cutest! I’m so happy for you,’ she tells them, propping her head on her now folded hands as she smiles at them.

‘Thanks, Ella.’ Chloe smiles back at her before turning her body just a tad so she can look up into Lucifer’s twinkling, brown eyes. Her hand slides up his forearm, slowly and lovingly. ‘I’m happy for us too,’ she admits quietly. Lucifer’s lips part and the softest smile forms on his face. He looks… emotional. Are his eyes a little damp? Adorbs.

‘Uhm,’ Chloe mutters, taking her eyes of Lucifer, who continues to look at her like she’s everything he never knew he wanted. Her hand slides back down his forearm and into his hand. Their fingers intertwine. Ella’s afraid her lips might be stuck in a stupid grin for the rest of the day. ‘Would you mind not telling anyone about this?’ Chloe asks, raising her and Lucifer’s hands a little between them. ‘Just for now?’

Ella nods, still entranced. She’ll gladly keep her mouth shut if it means the two lovebirds get a little more undisturbed time in their bubble. ‘Of course.’

‘Thanks,’ Chloe whispers, before letting her gaze glide back to her tall, dark and handsome boyfriend. They seriously can’t keep their eyes off each other. Nor their hands, it seems; Lucifer’s index finger is tracing patterns on Chloe’s thigh, their hands still locked. Meanwhile, Chloe’s free hand is on Lucifer’s lower back, clenching his suit jacket. Their eyes are sparkling with warmth and joy… and love? Suddenly Ella feels like she’s invading their privacy.

‘I’ll give you guys a minute.’

She starts walking towards the door, getting a double-shot of Lucifer’s signature scent as she passes her two friends. Neither of them seem to notice that she’s leaving. Just as she’s about to open the door and make her exit, she turns around towards them, clearing her throat. They stop whatever conversation they’re having with their eyes to look at her. ‘Just a tiny tip. If you don’t want people to know about you two, you know, shagging,’ Ella imitates Lucifer’s British accent, and the power couple share a glance and a chuckle, like there’s an inside joke. ‘Well, maybe think about, like, freshin’ up your make-up a little, Chloe. And you might also want to put on a shirt that doesn’t look like you picked it up from a certain Mr. Morningstar’s floor,’ Ella pauses to wink at Lucifer, who’s never looked more delighted. ‘Also, his cologne is aaaall over you. Oh, and,’ Ella begins to add as she notices something from this new angle. ‘That’s a really nice shade on you, Lucifer.’ She gestures to her own neck to show him what she means, but he doesn’t seem to listen to that bit.

‘She smells like me?’ Lucifer asks, clearly satisfied. As he breathes his partner in, she rolls her eyes and tries to cover up the dark lipstick marks visible above his collar. ‘Oh, buttoning up now, are we? Funny, ‘cause in the car you couldn’t rip it open fast enough.’ Lucifer chuckles. Chloe shakes her head and palms her face.

‘In the car?!’ Ella exclaims, maybe a little too loudly. ‘I get it, girlfriend. Once you get a piece of this,’ she gestures towards Lucifer and clicks her tongue, ‘how can you get enough?’

Lucifer grins at Ella. ‘I sure hope she can’t.’ Chloe tries feigning annoyance, but she can’t help but bite her lip and look at him hungrily. She’s totally already thinking about when she’ll be able to jump his bones again.

‘Anyway, just thought I’d remind you that pretty much everyone here are, like, literal pros at piecing two and two together, and you, my good friends, are screaming ‘guilty’ – guilty in having had mind-blowing sex all night.’ She watches their faces as Lucifer’s grin grows even wider with a delighted ‘Oh’ and Chloe’s cheeks turn slightly red. ‘I’m just gonna grab a hot chocolate. Please don’t have sex on the evidence while I’m gone. This case has enough butt prints already.’

Before the door closes shut behind her, Ella hears Chloe playfully scolding Lucifer. ‘What did I say about being smug?’

‘How could I not be?’ He defends himself, and there’s that soft lovey-dovey voice again. Ella has never heard Lucifer talk like that until today. Just before the door clicks, she hears the sound of a kiss.

Ship: Sailing.

Day: Made.

#deckerstar fanfiction #fluff #deckerstar fluff #lucifer x chloe #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #ella lopez #established #lucifer fanfictio #ella and her otp #5a #writing

[arcticdementor]

You know, there was a time when I might have thought that the Texas legislature’s creative lawmaking that lets random people sue those facilitating abortions was against my principles. But that was before “principles” became nothing more than a cynical codeword designed to tie our hands as the libs pillaged through our society like a bunch of hopped-up Visigoths who just got into Hunter’s secret stash.

The new rule is that you use your power ruthlessly to defeat your opponent. And so, I’m totally comfortable with it. The Dems, not so much – this legislative suppository is shaped like a starfish and it ain’t going in easy.

Now, the best part about this whole imbroglio, besides that it might well close down the open season on babies that is a central sacrament of the pagan religion that is modern America liberalism, is how the Texas Solons shamelessly snagged it from the arsenal of anti-democratic tactics pioneered by the left. Here’s how governing should go, in the world that no longer exists that you learned about on Saturday morning TV’s Schoolhouse Rock. One of our elected legislators proposes a bill to do something, it gets debated, passed, signed by the chief executive and then challenged in court, where it should almost always be held constitutional. But that’s kind of a hassle, since a lot of the things Democrats want can’t get enough votes to pass. So, the democracy-loving Democrats eschewed democracy and decided they would sub-contract the dirty work to the courts. You know how people liked smoking, which they knew might well kill them? Why not use lawsuits to do indirectly what could not be done directly, i.e., properly? They kept at it until they found enough gullible jurors in gullible venues to shakedown the tobacco companies, mostly by pretending that puffers were shocked – shocked! – that smoking was sub-optimally healthy.

And then there’s guns. They can’t get a ban on guns through the Congress, so why not sue the gun makers, pretending that the company that built the rifle is the real criminal, not the Democrat-constituent criminal who used it to shoot someone who was deprived of the right to protect himself by those same Democrats? Maybe the gunmaker might win the lawsuit, but enough losing suits equals bankruptcy as surely as a few winning ones.

…

Now, the liberals are wetting themselves, which is fun, and they double our fun when they start crying about how we’re not holding fast to the principles they treat like a Scat Francisco hobo treats a sidewalk. Texas conservatives were right to enact the law for many political and moral reasons, but none of them matter. What matters is that they could do it, and therefore they should do it.

Let’s cruise back to the Peloponnesian War, which was back before history commenced in 1619. Now, Athens and Sparta were fighting it out for dominance of the land of gyros and had been for a while. They each gathered up allies, in various states of willingness, to help them out. There was this one city-state called Melos, and it just wanted to not get involved. But, much like modern wokesters, the Athenians demanded the Melians get onboard and join in. The Athenians were strong, and the Melians were weak. There is a famous – among people who did not go to modern colleges – dialogue in which the Melians basically said, “Dudes, chill. Be cool. This is wrong. Leave us alone.” But the Athenians had the power to enforce their will so, they explained, they had a right to do it. The Melians did not give in so Athens, which was not woke to the whole gender fluidity rainbow, killed the men and sold the women into slavery – because they could. And this sent a message to every other polis in the Aegean region. Submit, or else.

And that’s why the libs use raw power unmoored from inconveniences like principles today.

So, when they ignore #science and demand your kid tie a rag around his mug, they are doing it because they can.

And when they tell you your First Baptist Church can’t sing hymns, but that Brandy can grind away on the pole to “Pour Some Sugar On Me” at the Speckled Bobcat, they are doing it because they can.

And when they let dudes with dangles into your teen daughter’s bathroom, they are doing it because they can.

And so on, and so on, and so on.

These are the new rules. Look, it’s not the rules I would have made, but I didn’t make them. In fact, I warned libs not to change the rules. I told them. And they didn’t listen. Maybe they’ll listen now.

#kurt schlichter #townhall.com #turnabout is fair play

[bunnis-babes]

Hellooo ok so idk if you write for oikawa but if you do can I please have some hcs of being with him? Like what’s it’s like I.e, how you got together, first kiss, first T I M E 😳, moving in with each other, getting engaged, getting married, having kids, it’s ok if not and that’s too much I just thought it was a cute idea

Oikawa and Life with his Lover.

U h m. HELLO???? Of course I want to write this its the perfect time to redeem myself from the atrocity that is my Oikawa relationship head cannons. They fucking suck, and I’m going to use this as a chance to kind of re-write them. Reader is female team captain for reasons.’ Also, this is gonna be long as fuck…

👽Oikawa. The king of the court. The pretty-boy-heartthrob of Seiijoh. The bane of Iwaizumi’s existence. And incredibly, incredibly single.

👽And it’s not as if he doesn’t understand why he’s single, its always the same reason: Volleyball.

👽He dedicates his life to volleyball, its one of the most important things in the world to him, but not a single one of his previous girlfriends understood that or cared at all.

👽There was also the fact that he was incredibly closed off emotionally, not really feeling any sort of a connection with them, other than a mutual pretty face.

👽It left him sad and almost empty most of the time, wanting a relationship that’s deeper than physical attraction, someone who he can open up to and will understand him and his love for volleyball.

👽Then he meets the new girls captain at Seijoh.

👽At first he doesn’t really pay her any mind, she’s not really his “type”. Though he doesn’t even know what his type is.

👽There was no denying how beautiful she was, even without makeup she glowed - even more so on the court. She lit up the room when she walked in, and all eyes including his were drawn to her. Her personality is what really got him, though.

👽She was scrappy and boyish, not afraid to speak her mind and lead her team proudly. She never let people put her down, and took pride in her skills and talents - never letting anyone step on her. He’d never been all that attracted to the free souls at the school - not until her however.

👽He wasn’t immediately in love with her, actually just intrigued by her - kind of like with Hinata and Kageyama. He’ll vehemently deny any attraction to her, but wether he knew it or not, he did feel something for her. He wanted to know her more.

👽The problem was: how did he get to know her?

👽She knew about his reputation, and she knew better than to let herself get pulled in by him and his little lies. It almost had him wishing he’d never acted like that in the first place.

👽So he devises a plan to get to know her, under the ruse of some extra practice. Captain to captain! (Which he kind of wanted to do anyway - so win-win!)

👽Who is she to deny a little extra time on the court, so of course she accepts. However, she makes it very clear she is not going to take any flirting or advances from him, because she isn’t down to fuck with a playboy.

👽So they start practicing every other day together. It’s kind of tense and awkward at the beginning, despite how easily their conversation flows together. She doesn’t trust him, and he doesn’t know how to feel about her yet so its just a weird mess of trying to figure things out.

👽A few months of this and eventually the awkward tension resides and they are able to practice relatively peacefully. They even joke around with each other, and talk to each other in passing - yet Oikawa still wants more.

👽He becomes more active in searching her out in crowded hallways, sometimes stopping by her at lunch to say hello and set up another time for extra practice. Which he doesn’t need to do.

👽She doesn’t mind, enjoying talking Oikawa as he does make for really good company. But she notices he’s different from when they practice alone - his smile is forced and his words are laced with fake happiness.

👽It’s annoying as hell, and she’s fed up with it after a while. So obviously being the outspoken person she is, she immediately confronts him about it, which upsets him and starts a fight that gets blown way out of proportion.

👽And just like that, all that relationship building Oikawa worked for was thrown down the drain - all because he couldn’t swallow his pride.

👽He acts like things are fine - like he isn’t fucking bothered by the fact she’s smiling with other guys, and acting like that thought meant nothing to her. It hurts, but he keeps smiling.

👽The only person who notices his forced smile is - of course - his team. More specifically, the only person who does anything about it is Iwaizumi, who’s very fed up with this relationship drama bullshit.

👽At first Oikawa acts like its nothing, it doesn’t bother him Iwa-chan, why are you so worried. But this is Iwaizumi, and he’s not here to take any of Oikawa’s dumb deflecting, so he isn’t stopping until he gets it out of him. (Though he already knows what’s up, he just wants him to admit it.)

👽So once he finally, finally, gets it out of his dumb mouth Iwaizumi just tells him to talk to her. Like its the best option and “You’re an idiot for not doing it already.” Is all he says. And that’s all it takes for it to finally get through to Oikawa.

👽Finally he gets to a point where they’re alone and he can talk to her… but she won’t listen to him at all. So he sets his pride aside, and begs her to just meet him after school and talk over some extra practice, like old times. She isn’t sure about it, but something about his big brown eyes pleading with her makes her weak enough to accept.

👽They meet up after school that same day and its tense, both parties quiet as the stood across from each other on the court. Oikawa is the first to speak up and apologize for not being more open with her - then she chimes in after a few seconds of thinking with her own apologies. They both insist that they were in the wrong, and it eventually fades from a tense argument to a laughing fit between the pair about how stupid they both felt.

👽Things go back to relative normalcy after this, both of them talking to each other freely and hanging out with each other - but now Oikawa is more open with her before, during, and after school… Just when they thought things were fine, Oikawa’s feelings just had to come into play. Making it so hard for him to be around her without thinking about how cute she was - or how much he just wanted to hug her and tell her everything he feels about her.

👽He thought that if he just supressed these feelings and ignored them things would be fine. She didn’t show any interest in him, so sucking it up and remaining friends was his best option - or so he thought.

👽Little did he know that: yes, she did in fact return his feelings, and she was planning on confessing to him after school after practices.

👽So as their practice started nothing seemed off, but he noticed that the closer it got to them leaving, the more nervous she got. He assumed the worst, thinking maybe a ruthless suitor or some creep was trying to come after her - and tells her he is so ready to kiss anyones ass to keep her safe. He’s already grabbing her things and getting ready to walk her home when she stops him.

👽”Oikawa, no one is… there’s nobody trying to come after me… I was just nervous to tell you that I like you… a lot.”

👽It takes his brain a second to catch up, but boy when it does his heart is doing backflips in his chest. His smile is so wide and genuine, and his eyes are sparkling happily.

👽He can’t stop himself from picking her up and swinging her around, shamelessly shouting out his own feelings. There was no one around to hear anyway, so why should he care about how loud he was being?

👽Thats the start of Oikawa’s life long relationship with his darling girlfriend. One he cherished and loved more than anything else in the world, and he thanked whatever higher power there was everyday for giving her to him to love and care for.

👽Their first kiss was equally as unplanned, and just as sweet as their confession.

👽It was an impulsive decision on both of their parts, as they were just relaxing together on Oikawa’s couch, cuddling while watching Disney movies and occasionally talking about anything that came to mind.

👽They were watching Snow White when it happened, nearing the end where the kiss scene was coming up. Oikawa started complaining about ‘how unrealistic is this’ and ’thats not how you actually kiss’

👽To which she challenged him to show her what a real kiss was to him - and Oikawa was never a man to step down from a challenge, especially not one like this.

👽With a confident smirk he tilts his head to the side and kisses her deeply, chuckling a little at her squeak of surprise - she was so cute and innocent.

👽When he pulls away she’s red and staring slack jawed at him, not able to collect herself fast enough before he spoke up again. “I’ve been waiting to do that for forever.” Which earns him a little smack on his shoulder as she finally recovers.

👽He’s all cocky and confident until she grumbles about him stealing her first kiss, and suddenly he’s apologizing for ruining her first kiss for a stupid joke - which obviously isn’t true, but she’s not going to not use this perfect blackmail just handed to her. Uses it against him all the time (as a joke, she would never actually hold it against him)

👽For the most part their relationship was great, having the normal ups and downs, but it was never anything that would make them hate each other. It was by far the longest relationship Oikawa ever had, lasting through high school and past college and through his demanding volleyball career as an adult.

👽She moved around with him and came to all his games, supporting him from the side while pursuing her own career side by side with him. The two were practically inseparable - scratch that - they were inseparable and neither of them could imagine a life without the other

👽Thats why Oikawa took a small vacation, deciding it was finally time for alone time with his beautiful girlfriend - and time for him to pop a very special question.

👽It’s just a simple little getaway, he rents out a beach house and they stay out on the beach for a week. He takes her out to dinner every night, and they wander around the city just doing whatever they want wherever they want however they want without a worry in the world.

👽It’s when they’re walking along the beach - stereotypical romantic sunset while the hold hands as water splashes over their feet occasionally - that he finally makes his move.

👽He stops her from walking and tells her to close her eyes, which she does with minor reluctance. He fumbles around in his pocket to grabs the velvet box holding the… admittedly overly expensive ring inside. What can he say, she deserves nothing but the best from him.

👽He gets down on one knee, a wide hopeful smile that reaches past his eyes.

👽”Okay open them…”

“No way.”

“Yes, would you-“

“No no, wait wait wait!”

👽That wasn’t he reaction he was expecting, he was expecting her to throw herself into his arms or cry or shout out a yes… but not this. It kind of hurt, but he waited patiently as he watched her fumble with something in her jacket pocket before pulling out a velvet box and getting down on one kn- Holy shit no way.

👽He can’t help but laugh at the situation with them, what a stupid coincidence to happen. He knew they were in sync, but this was a little ridiculous.

👽”So… is that a yes?”

“Yes, now shut up and kiss me.”

👽Both of them decide to have two weddings, a big and extravagant one so they can show off how much they love each other to friends and colleagues that they don’t consider close, but do want to invite. This one comes second, and is purely just to be showy and big like Oikawa has always imagined his wedding would be.

👽The first wedding - the real wedding - is back in Japan with old and new friends who the pair would consider family. It’s considerably smaller, taking place at his wife’s parents house - which isn’t all that small in and of itself but its not as extravagant.

👽He cries when she walks down the isle both times - more so the first time. They picked out the second wedding dress together, but when he sees her in the one she picked out for herself he sobs like and idiot. (Iwaizumi has to literally slap him out of it he’s such a mess)

👽Matsunn and Makki are the men of honor, much to Oikawa’s chagrin. The three of them have been planning this since high school, they weren’t going to back out now.

👽Overall the wedding is by far the most memorable part of Oikawa’s life - marrying the one he loves more than anything in the world in front of the people he grew up with, who mean everything to him. It’s the most emotional he’d ever felt - well until he was told he was going to be a father.

👽When his wife said told him she was pregnant he called literally everyone on his contact list to tell them the news. Iwaizumi is the first to find out and is going to be the Godfather.

“I’m going to be a father, Iwa-chan!”

“Oikawa it’s like three AM over here, shut up.”

👽He’s a mess during the whole pregnancy, worrying about her so much. Like, he doesn’t want her to do anything, and will be at her beck and call; anything she wants she gets, even if its four in the morning.

👽”Toru, would you get me some ice-cream?”

“You at it all last night, but I’ll go to the store right now okay, just rest up babe.”

👽Protective too, like he’s super cautious about who’s around her and who’s touching her when and where. If someone is touching her, he’s watching them like a hawk - no way is he letting anyone hurt his wife and baby, not if he can help it.

👽Also very wary of health risks, checks into everything a million times over to be safe.

👽Actually has his wife worried for him because of all this, but he just assures her he’s never been better.

👽Talks to her tummy anytime she lets him, sometimes he even sings to it because he’s so soft for her and his baby.

👽When the baby is actually delivered he’s so anxious, worried about both of their wellbeing. He just wants them to be okay, and while he knows his wife is one of the strongest women out there, he has no clue what could possibly go wrong.

👽Luckily, nothing goes wrong and he’s brought in to see his child and wife.

👽First thing he does is rush over to his wife’s side and make sure she was okay, and despite how tired and sweaty she was he swore she’s never looked more beautiful holding their baby against her chest.

👽And his baby, god she is just the most adorable child he’d ever seen. He could immediately tell she was going to stress the hell out of him, and he couldn’t have been happier.

👽Just looking at his wife and daughter made him happy that he listened to Iwaizumi all those years ago, made him happy he sucked up his pride and chose this beautiful woman to spend his life with.

A/N: Man, I talk a lot. I decided to exclude the nsfw, because it didn’t really fit the feel of the fluff - hope that’s not a big deal. I hope that the drop in writing quality wasn’t, like, noticeable until I pointed it out rn. I’m doing so much I’m so sorry - I’m just trying not to make a whole bunch of empty promises again! I’m trying to be more healthy in my writing, and just working on things as I go between school and other things. (Also I didn’t edit this so :p)

#haikyu #haikyuu x reader #oikawa #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru #tooru #oikawa x reader #tooru x reader #x reader #haikyuu headcannons #headcannons

[comradeclown]

OK, so in honour of my top posts now being me saying at various degrees of length that Arthur is gay (hashtag mylegacy, lmao…), I thought I should just go for it and actually dive in a bit a lot into why I read the character as gay. Now, usually all the justification I need to read a character as gay is “wouldn’t it be cool if this character I like/relate to/etc were gay like me?” and “it’s OK, officer, I do what I want”, and I’m well aware that 99% of the time it’s me using my own creativity to do a resistant reading + the film/book/whatever bumbling into subtext entirely by accident. And while I definitely don’t think there’s ever any more justification needed for any kind of LGBT reading, lol, as it comes to Arthur, obviously feel free to disagree with me, but I honestly think my read of him as a gay man is entirely textually supported, however unwitting and accidental that might have been on the part of the filmmakers (mind you, I don’t think it was Todd Phillips’ conscious intent, but I’m like… 85% sure Joaquin Phoenix knew exactly what he was doing).

(ETA that this is extremely long, so I’ve put it all under a cut.)

First of all, there’s of course… pretty much the entirety of Joaquin Phoenix’s performance (a very, very small sample can be found in my he gay son tag and just generally in my arthur fleck tag, ha), from his mannerisms to his physicality to the way he interacts with other characters. I know part of it is a function of wanting to go back to the character’s campy roots (which are themselves… you know…), and I know I’m relying on stereotypes to some extent, but first of all, you can’t divorce either camp or gender non-conformity from LGBT history and existence, and secondly this is literally how characters have been coded as gay throughout the entire history of cinema. What I’m saying here is that you can’t have a character who acts like Arthur does, literal limp wrist and all, or says “come on, Muuuurrrayyy, do I look like the kind of girl clown who could start a movement” the way he does, to pick one of many, many examples, and not evoke the long history of cinematic wink emojis at People Like Me.

That in itself would… honestly be plenty, lol, but it could be chalked up to, idk, Joaquin Phoenix doing his own thing, were it not for the fact that it’s completely reinforced at every turn by the filmmaking language, even down to his wardrobe choices, and it’s worth noting at this point that the framing is always one of empathy — albeit with nuance — and affording the character subjectivity, rather than being “ew, look at this gross [homophobic slur]”. Like, the very first time we see Arthur, literally our first impression of the character, he’s at a mirror, putting on make-up and then ruining it by crying, and while the make-up is of course part of his job, this is just not how the inner crises of straight male characters are expressed in the language of cinema. Of note too is the fact that he’s clearly visually separated from his co-workers in all the scenes at Ha-Ha’s, indicating his alienation from them, and while this could be chalked up purely to his disabilities, I don’t buy that that’s the only reason, given that Gary gets shit due to his dwarfism, sure, but at the end of the day he’s clearly “one of the boys” in a way Arthur (can’t be) isn’t.

There are honestly so many examples of the framing working to separate Arthur from conventional masculinity and heterosexuality that I’m just going to pick some highlights, such as: obviously, the way he expresses himself emotionally through dancing (to the point that one of his coworkers explicitly ribs him about it, “if your dancing doesn’t do the trick”), which again is not something that straight male characters do in the language of cinema. The fact that all the media we see him consume is musicals, classic comedies and a talk show he’s obsessively fannish about and watches with his mother — and we know he’s a fan of the show as a whole, not just Murray, hence him saying “I love Dr Sally” (and the way he says it…). Or, speaking of his media habits, when he’s dancing with the gun while watching Shall We Dance, this could have so, so easily been about him ~regaining his lost masculinity~ through, say, fantasies of revenge or badassery, but instead it’s about him being acknowledged as a great dancer and punishing bad dancers, and it all ends in slapstick anyway.

Also, while I’m on this topic, I want to address the nature of Arthur’s dissociative fantasies about Sophie. Honestly, I don’t read them as indicative of genuine romantic/sexual interest at all, because the film frames them as identical to Arthur’s more deliberate daydreams about Murray. I mean, not that I’m adverse to gay readings of that if that’s what you want to do, lmao, but to me they’re both very clearly post-traumatic fantasies of having another person look after you for once, of having someone value and cherish you and take care of you emotionally (which obviously has massive appeal if you’ve been dealing with the after-effects of catastrophic trauma all your life but nobody has given a shit about your suffering and you’ve had to be the one to look after other people to boot). Note that after the get-together with Sophie — which is clearly patterned after all those old comedies and musicals Arthur watches — the Sophie fantasies are incredibly platonic and involve things like having another person be there for you in a crisis, telling you something supportive, getting you a hot drink (in contrast with the reality of the hospital scene, in which Arthur is alone and he’s the one trying to comfort someone else, i.e., holding Penny’s hand), essentially no different from fantasy!Murray hugging Arthur and knowing exactly what to say to make him feel good about himself. Also note that both fantasies involve being the object of someone else’s affection, Murray picks Arthur out of the audience and Sophie comes to him, it’s a pillow princess Cinderella fantasy, more than someone loving you it’s about being loved. (And, once more, this could easily have all been v. v. different, the Murray fantasy could have been the much more conventionally masculine fantasy of being a famous comedian and being invited on Murray’s show, the Sophie fantasies could have had an undeniable sexual component, etc.)

Anyway, to get back to the general point of cinematic framing, again if the movie didn’t want me to read Artie as gay, it shouldn’t have had a pivotal moment in his character arc be him sitting at his mother’s vanity table, doing a new make-up look which involves using her lipstick, and then having a Moment while he’s literally holding a quasi-glamour shot of her.

And the thing is, all these reams of stuff aren’t even the key piece of the puzzle for me, which is the way in which the film as a whole can be read as a gay narrative. I’ve posted before about how part of the emotional catharsis of the film is about Arthur finally shamelessly embracing and even revelling in all his freakishness and socially-despised traits, a big one of which being what is arguably his effeminacy and… honestly I don’t need to explain how that’s a classic gay (and more generally LGBT) narrative, do I? Like, there’s a reason why a pivotal scene is Arthur having his hair-dyeing underwear rave in a flat that’s suddenly incredibly bright and sunny for the first time, it’s about reclaiming the pain and ugliness of your life and your circumstances into a space of potential liberation, which is honestly why this movie is always going to be incredibly personally meaningful to me for so many reasons, but definitely meaningful to me as a gay woman. (Again, this could so, so easily have been about him becoming some stone-cold badass or whatever, but instead the film has him dye his hair, put on a super garish new outfit and new make-up look, dance shamelessly in the street, and be incredibly campy on national television.)

More generally, there’s other aspects of the narrative arc that tie into this general theme and which also serve to continually distance Arthur from the conventional cinematic narratives of heterosexual manhood: for instance, once he starts fully embracing the Joker persona — which is… just Arthur, the crucial difference is in how others perceive him and how he perceives himself — any attraction to women, feigned or real, goes completely out the window and the only genuinely affectionate interaction he has with another human being is with Gary (I know we all love to joke about his first kiss being with Dr Sally, but it’s obviously Comedy Jokes and he doesn’t even kiss her for real, his make-up is completely intact; Arthur’s only real kiss in the movie is when he kisses Gary). Or, when Arthur’s personal narrative finally intersects completely with the larger social narrative — which is itself about upheaval, reclamation and potential liberation — the big triumphant moment is him once again dancing, this time for a cheering crowd, and using blood like lipstick to redraw his smile.

Or even, to a lesser extent, his whole sub-plot with his mother, before I watched the film I was worried that this was going to be the usual narrative about the henpecked guy who finally puts the bitch in her place as part of becoming a Real Man, and it’s not at all, quite the opposite, Arthur is not henpecked and is clearly in charge of the household, he genuinely loves Penny — and is confident she loves him back — and enjoys doing at least some things with her (them watching the Murray Franklin Show together), and up until the reveal any issues he has with her are largely the product of having to look after an ill person with zero social support and while working a physically and emotionally demanding job and dealing with his own disabilities. When he kills her, it’s a deeply sad and self-destructive scene and it’s the result of his profound anguish and sense of betrayal and he frames it as the bitter, trauma-haunted dark half of self-actualisation and self-acceptance (“that’s the real me”, “I haven’t been happy one minute of my entire fucking life”, “now I realise… it’s a fucking comedy”).

Or, at a more meta-textual level, the way the film is unabashedly both a pulpy thriller and a melodrama, just shamelessly embracing all its emotions, its pain and catharsis, without a trace of irony. Like, yeah, part of this is the immense sincerity and compassion Joaquin Phoenix brings to his performance, but it really is the movie’s approach as a whole, and when there is humour — and I do think there’s quite a lot of humour in the movie — it’s not the distancing, let’s-not-feel-anything-too-deeply-bro humour of your typical MCU movie, it’s the camp sensibility of laughing with and at your own tragedy. (Myriad examples down to the use of certain songs in the soundtrack.)

On a final note, you guys know how much I don’t care about authorial intent, but I feel compelled to point out that in his director’s commentary, Todd Phillips says, while discussing Arthur’s journey into becoming Joker, that he reads the larger pop-cultural character of the Joker as someone who doesn’t want women, and like… Again, it’s not like I think that he was deliberately making a gay narrative in any way, it’s just that if you’re creating this journey of a man who eventually becomes a character who’s not interested in women in that sense, you’ve also just ended up stumbling into a gay narrative accidentally on purpose, lmao, what’s the real difference between “at the end of the story, Arthur doesn’t want women because he’s ~da Joker now, baby, he doesn’t want anything~” and “at the end of the story, Arthur doesn’t want women because he’s gay and he’s no longer deeply repressed and closeted”?

Anyway, like I said, feel free to disagree, he’s a fictional character, lol, but this is where I’m coming from, and the reason why if everyone involved in the movie decided to make a statement tomorrow about how much Arthur Fleck wants to bone women I’d just say “shit, idc, I’m afraid you made a gay movie about Arthur Fleck, a gay man, it’s a little too late to retcon this bitch now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”. Also this is over 2,000 words long what the fuck I am so sorry

#long post #joker 2019 #class struggle clown movie #arthur fleck #dive down into chuckletown #he gay son #now in the form of 95 theses nailed to my tumblr #gonna make a letterboxd list called 'the author is dead this is lgbt cinema now'

[shesawriter39049]

|THE PLUG|M|JIMIN|3|

SMUT/ANGST

***While out at a bar…one of Jimin’s “customers” finds out the hard way that he’s not one to be fucked with! And you find out he looks reallyyyy hot when he’s angry! Like..let’s have sex in the bathroom hot***

-JIMIN’S YOUR PLUG…AND HE’S KIDNA BECOMING YOUR MANS!

The OC is finally getting to see him in his...element...but can she handle it?

Dark haired Jimin has arrived…

The OC is officially his baby, he’s soo damn soft for her

Jimin’s smooth and fine AF and he knows it

Tatted and pierced Jimin’

Slight cliffhanger.....

7k -

***This can be read as a stand-alone, without confusion but the topic of “TIM” which is discussed towards the end... Won’t have the same effect....until you go back to the previous chapter! ***

NOTE- I’m not sexualizing violence, what I AM saying is, yes it’s sexy when your partner can hold their own when provoked. Let’s be real nobody wants to see their man get his ass beat!

WARNINGS:Bathroom/ Public sex,Dom Jimin, Oral  I.E you let Jimin fuck your throat, then he goes down on you from the back, Dirty talk, Overstimulation, Light praise kink, Light daddy kink, Implied cumplay (it will make sense once you read it) A ton of teasing prior too soo ugh yeah, have at it!  

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“Do you ladies mind if we join you?” The sound of his voice alone had you shifting in your seat, a slight arch curling up your spine, subtly crossing your legs, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach. Well, isn't this a pleasant little surprise? Already well aware of who it was before you even turned around, there was only one person that could have this kind of effect on you without even seeing their damn face.

Trying to play it cool as your gaze fluttered to your left, eyeing him under your full set of lashes though you failed miserably! Once your eyes finally took him in, like..really took him in, it’s just...fuck it’s only been two days...since you’d seen him! Two fucking days man! Apparently, within those two days, Jimin decided to wake up and choose violence, and his main attack was apparently opting against being a bottle blonde. Obviously, you knew that wasn’t his natural color, I mean...duh, but that's the only one you've ever known when it comes to his appearance.

And if you thought that look was lethal apprently you aint seen shit yet..

Currently standing in front of you with an almost jet black mane of hair on his head, holding it’s usual slightly tousled look, a couple pieces falling in his face. Though you can’t even deny how much healthier it looks, full of volume, damn near a Panteene commercial at this point! The dark contrast only amplified his features especially his cherry-stained lips and caramel complexion. Bouncing against a barely buttoned leopard dress shirt and distressed black jeans, you had to give it to him, Jimin had style. He’s a subtle flexer if you will, far from the stereotype that probably pops in your mind when you think of your “Local plug” A little less gaudy monogram designer, and a little more... Urban Outfitter. He didn’t want you to look at him and just “know” who he was or what he did…

I’ll tell you one thing, there wasn’t a damn thing subtle about how hard you were staring, eyes undressing him from head to toe without even trying. A slight hiss leaving your lips in the process, the smirk on his face proved he was pleased..gazing back at you, eyes demanding your undivided attention which you gave effortlessly. Head cocked to the side as he appraises you, piercing teasing at the corner of his mouth as it runs along his bottom lip. 

“Hi” Lashes fluttering in there direction, Melissa’s delivery was strong enough for both of you and you didn't blame her, I mean fuck, you really couldn't! Not when he was standing in front of you looking like the whole damn menu and the dinner mint! He was also accompanied by an equally attractive slightly taller gentlemen, dark wavy hair, dressed in all black. Thankfully he seemed to be the one she was automatically drawn too, would've been kinda awkward if her eyes swayed in the other direction.

“This is Tae, and I’m Jimin…” Licking his lips slowly teeth grazing his bottom lip, eyes locked and loaded in your direction, this man just really wasn’t trying to give you room to breahe! Just permanently keeping his foot on your neck and there wasn’t shit you could do about it. Thankfully your already sitting, so he can’t tell your knees are knocking together. Though, you already knew the game you just walked into, almost feeling like an unintentional form of roll play if you will. As both of you decided to keep this very, very low key until you figured out what “This” actually is.

“Melissa..”

“Y/n..” Purred off your tongue, casually flipping your hair over your shoulder, cocking your head to the side slightly as you continued eye fucking the hell out of him. Let’s just say you were a little more than thankful that this was just a little “Game” and Jimin’s already going home with you tonight if you even let him make it that far. Thighs already humming, you’d be down to bend over the bartop right now to be honest, fuck before the nights over you just might.

A pleased little humm leaves his lips in response, eyes flickering down to your almost empty martini glass. Bracing his weight on the bartop, diaglog to yours, fingers gently grazing your arm.Blunt nails teasing against your skin in the process...

“Aye Kol,” Flicking his head twords the four of you, indicating he wanted the bartendrs attention. “Let me getttt..mmm�� Whisitling absently filling the silence while he contemplates on his posion of choice. Though all your thinking about is how good his lips look pouted out like that, and the way they feel wrapped around your-

“Four shots of Don..add it to my tab... “ Eyes drifting away from the bartender, only to shamelessly let his gaze drop down to your breast which you currently sitting and on full display in your LBD. “You are absolutely stunning by the way…”  A slight smile tugging on his lips as he raked his fingers through his hair. Casually invading your space placing a thigh between your legs just enough for his cologne and body heat to slowly consume you. I swear your a second away from melting against your seat as we speak! There was just something about the current gleam that laced within those big puppy dog eyes of his that just had you melting in your seat.

You couldn't even help the giddy, almost nervous chuckle that left your lips at that, feeling almost uncomfortably flustered actually, finding it hard to even hold steady eye contact with the man before you. 

Jimin shakes his head absently “Fuck adorable” Rolls off his lips low and warm, more so for him than anyone else, though you heard and it instantly rips you right out of whatever little world you were just floating in. Smacking him in the chest playfully, eyes rolling with all the sass in the world which only has him smiling even wider. So fuckin fond it’s ridiculous! 

I guess becase in all actuality the two of you technically skipped this phase in a sense. So having Jimin walk up to you at a bar, smooth as can be, flirting as if it was his first time meeting you, as if he was trying to make a lasting impression, was one of the sexiest things he’s ever done.

Before you could even respond the drinks were placed in front of you,and these were the biggest “shot” glasses you’d ever seen but okay, pop off I guess. Nose burning from the smell alone, a second a way from growing chest hair.

 “Are we toasting to anything?” Your eyes snapped in his direction and holyshit, that was the first time you heard this Tae human speak and his voice did NOT match his face! Like at all...the deep baritone caught you completely off guard, and that was clearly all it took before Mel was damn near in his lap doubling over.

Jimin shrugged short and nonchalant, waving the class around as he speaks ”Shit why not..” Pausing so you could all raise your glasses “Here's to us having a damn good night” Eyes wandering in your direction, gaze dropping, right along with his voice...  “...with two beautiful women…” Yup, theres a slight chill moving up your spine.

“Ohhh” Eyes flickering between both men “The toast is in our honor? Aren't you charming” Mel bit back playfully, something a little wicked playing within her iris which earned a quick wink from Jimin. Leaning in to click your glasses together,taking it straight to the head and instantly regretting the shot all in one gulp! Chest burning slightly once it slid down your throat, you watched Jimin bite into the lime with a smirk, clearly liquor was equivalent to water when it comes to him. He didn't even flinch, just as you were about to grab yours he grabbed your jaw, holding it ajar as he slid his tongue into your mouth. Letting the two of you volley the tiny piece of lime against your tongues before he ultimately ended up swallowing it. A slight moan leaving your chest as you relaxed into him the bitterness of the lime and tequila melting along his tongue.

Before you even knew it, your hands are hangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, he was pulling a way and you were damn near chasing after him. “God I can’t wait to take you home…” Slurred off his tongue, never fully pulling away from you..the admission ripped a smile from your lips.

“Who's to say I’m going home with you?” Eyes heady and full of mirth as you rake your nails down his neck “We just met sir…” Breaking away from the kiss, reclining in your seat,lashes fluttering up at him far to innocently for overall motive. Coly teasing the pointe of your stiletto up his inner thigh and the level of smugness that curled up his face let you know you really didn't wanna hear a damn thing he had to say.

Leaning down so his lips were brushing over yours, halting your motion, with a  hand firm around your thigh, spreading them apart slightlu. Teasing towards your heat which you know actualy feels like heat because your currently sitting here clenching around fucking imagination as his hands briuse against your skin. Fingers trickling up twiards the edge of your panties, toying ith the lace,and it took every once of self contraol not to grind into his hand. Not that  You already knew he got what he wanted, you were already wet … question answered! Brow arched arrogantly, pulling back signaling for you to hop off the barstool.

Casually dusting his tongue over his fingertips though you know in all actuality theres nothin there...but fuck man!

“That’s, how I know your going wherever the fuck I want you too…” Grabbing your hand to pull you in front of him before letting his hands find their home on your waist. Leaning don to pres another firm kiss along your lips. Now that ”Introductions” Where out of the way, Jimin didn't need to censor himself anymore. Realistically if you really had just met..this is the perfect setting for the two of you to be all over each other with no questions asked. “

“Aye Tae” flicking his head to the side slightly gesturing he wanted them to leave, Jimin lead the way..guiding your hips where he wanted you to go.

“Sooo, is this the part where you actually do something about the current situation you caused between my thighs orr”  Tilting your head up so your lips brushed against his ear, nipping the lobe between your teeth, the bite wasn’t the most playful to be honest, he sensed how impatient you already where. Not that he cared, Jimin loved getting you riled up, needy, begging...all the things you hate because you HATE to be teased.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, hands stroking up your sides, nosing at the rook of your neck “Not yet baby...daddy still has some business to handle first…” Fingers trickling down your forearm before intertwining your fingers, leading you through the sea of people. 

Business? What kinda business are you handling at Orleans on a Thursday night? You knew better than to ask, so you just conuntied walking. You weren’t expecting to see him until close to midnight. if you even saw him at all so just his presence alone was welcomed, sexual or not!  

Jimin lead the four of you to this area in the back of the bar, it was tucked into a niche within the wall, you’d noticed it before typically reserved for private parties. Once you enter you see about 10 people spread out around the black leather couches, a couple bottles sitting in the middle. The majority of them were girls, as expected but that’s when you realize you've seen this group of guys around before..with Jimin actually. Eight months ago at Jhonnys wasn't the first time you’d ever seen him it was just the first time the two of you actually spoke. Considering these faces were very familiar you couldn't help but wonder if two of them where Yoongi and Namjoon, especially considering the way they looked at you. As if they knew you weren’t just some random chick from the bar that Jimin planned to take home for a one night stand! A combination of a smile and a smirk tugged on there lips as you walked past.

“Business” Is exactly what this was though...a business outing if you will, Jimin was here for a reason, more than just drinks and domb brick oven pizzas! Since he lives almost 40 minutes away from where it appears he does most of his business which is probably intentional and really smart actually. Once or twice a month to cut down on the commute he stays stationary in a public..crowded place, like a bar or a club...and make himself accessible to his regulars. That’s also the reason he’s not alone..why he has backup if need be!

Giving daps to a couple of the guys sitting around, you noticed the way some of the girls attempted to size you up. Not that you gave less than a damn, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you swayed in Jimin direction. Little did you know they all took turns throwing themselves at him one by one  and he respectfully declined...nothing but salt dusting along there face.

Letting your hips get lost in the music as a mix of “LUV” By Tory Lanze came on...dancing your way back to him, eyes trailing you before head to toe. “Come’re” Biting down on his bottom lip as he signaled for you to follow him as he walked backwards. Actually he swayed backwards, body rolling effortlessly against the beat, luring you away from the group.  Leading you towards the back of the room until he was happy with the amount of ‘Privacy” the two of you had, pulling your waist against his, until your lashes were almost touching. Eyes leveled, while both of you found the rhythm of the song. One thing you knew for damn sure is Jimin could dance, and he danced just as smooth as he fucked! You found that out the first night you met him, in a setting very similar to this actually, pressed against one another in the back of a bar, grinding the night away.

He was a smooth, effortlessly sexy.. he knew how to grind against you without just slamming his hips into you, like he was playing bumper cars! The dim lighting in the bar only added to the overall aesthetic. Adding the perfect glow to both of your skin, making you look even more alluring than usual..almost mysterious the way the lights hit your features.  Brining your hands up to caress the back of his neck, eyes prying into Jimin’s merrsically as you rolled your hips with the beat. Effortlessly matching your rhythm with his hips as they swayed along with yours, letting you take the lead for now. Lips purposely ghosting over yours, refusing to give you what you needed..just enough to drive you insane.

Jimin’s hands were itching to get closer to you, soothing them down to take a possessive hold on the curve of your ass. Tiling your lips up to ease at his ear ”I need to feel you closer than that…” Purred off your tongue while your nails clawed at his scalp. Not even bothering to respond, grabbing your wrist to spin you around so your back was flesh against his chest..ass at perfect height to grind against his hips. Resting your head on his shoulder, gaze slightly hazy, caressing the back of his neck in one hand. Lips trickling up the side of his neck “You look really sexy tonight by the way…” left your lips in nothing but a moan. Pushing your ass back to grind into him even deeper, Jimin's hands taking a firm grip on your waist,

Now it was his turn to be in control.

“Yeah? Is that why you’re practically fucking me right now?” Breath hot and heady against your skin “ You’d let me have you right here wouldn't you?” An all-knowing chuckle rattled through his chest, fingers teasing the hem of your dress, edging it further and further up your waist “ You’d let me do whatever I wanted to you..” Nipping at your ear, guiding your hips to match the deep waves of his, lips panting into the side of your neck.

A low whine leaving your throat, eyes fluttering shut “You already know I would…..fuck your so hard right now…” You could literally feel his dick pressing into your ass, the imprint was so strong you almost questioned if he actually whipped it out! Slipping your hand between the two of you, cupping him in your palm until you were satisfied with the slight whimper that left his throat.  “Thatt’a boy..”

The two of you carried on like that even into the next song,,breathing each other in, hands gripping onto any and everything they could reach. Jimin started whispering in your ear , everything he wanted to do to you tonight everything he was going to do to you tonight, and at that point it was game over! Your entire body was aching for him, one more deep roll of the hips was all it took to snag his last ounce of self control. Swinging you around so your back was flush with the wall “Jimin fuckk-please..” Whined from your lips and you weren’t even sure what you were asking for...were you asking for him to fuck you!? NOW!? In the back of a VIP room..hell yeah you were, a second away from begging for it actually...until

“Tae-TAE! Aye...come’re man, come look at this shit!”

The words, more importantly, the delivery had Jimin halting momentarily, it was actually scary how quickly he could switch gears. While you were left totally breathless and a little confused as he pried his eyes from yours letting them flutter over his shoulder. Observing the way the younger slid Melissa off his lap so he could see what was going on. The voice flooded from behind the set of deep red curtains which acted as the “door” if you will.  Letting your hands smooth up his back, naturally you find yourself intrigued by the situation just as much as Jimin.

“Who is that by the way ” Eyes flickering in the tallers direction observing the way he actually almost appears to be arguing with whoever he’s talking too.

A slight smirk tugging on Jimin’s lips as he brought his focus back to you, caging your body between his and the wall with one deep roll of the hips. Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. In an attempt to distract you as he knew you wouldn’t like his response. Trailing open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, teasing your skin with the cool metal of his piercing until he pulled a restrained moan from your throat. “Just… one of my boys baby…”

His very VERY vague response triggered an exasperated huff to leave from your chest eyes rolling to the back of your head. This only made Jimin chuckle unbothered as ever, as he continued trailing kisses up the side of your neck.

“Listen, when it comes to my feelings I’m an open book, whatever you want from me you can have.” Pausing slightly smiling at how adorably bratty you looked, a slight pout moving up your face.Flicking at your bottom lip with his thumb, soothing over the soft skin. 

“Buttt, when it comes to my business…” Brow tilited in your direction “For your safety as much as mine…for now…the less you no the better.” Leaning down to place a kiss along your forehead “ He’s a good kid though, if he wasn’t I wouldn’t let him within breathing distance of anyone you know…trust me baby..” Lips heading south until they finally met yours, the strong bite of tequila still laced against your tongue as he kissed you!

You wanted to continue pouting and argue but realistically you had no right so you checked yourself real quick ! This was still fresh, and Jimin’s not some pretty boy in a suit, he’s a pretty boy who also happens to be a drug dealer!

Hands slowly soothing up his chest before letting them have free reign to get lost in his freshly dyed locks! Hiking one of your legs around his waist so his hips could be buried as deep as possible. Yet Jimin couldn't focus, as much as he wanted too..and he really wanted too,he found himself constantly distracted by the bits and pieces of conversation that kept bouncing in and out of his ears! Hoping Tae could handle it on his own, but considering the way things kept escalating he knew he’d be forced to step in..and just like clockwork.

“Nah fuck that! You're not running this game one me! He’s right over there, I’ll just go take my issues up with your boss..” Jimin was waiting for it, it was clear as all hell he wanted to be heard to begin with. “Since you wanna act brand new! AYE PARK!”

Pulling away from you with a growl that made your chest tighten. Tossing his head back, taking a couple slow steady breaths as if he's tryng to recenter himself. Doing some form of inner “Don’t kill this motherfucker” mantra, the pause is so baited it’s almost as if he was debating weather to respond  or not! 

Once Jimin’s eyes fluttered open his entire aura changed withi seconds... “There better be a damn good reason for you to be interrupting me right now...” Gaze daggering in the duo’s direction  jaw tight, brow arched. Gently unwrapping your leg from his waist, ushering you to sit on his lap as he sat on the couch.

“No there's not! Ignore him he’s fucking wasted!” Tae tried, oh he tried, to cut in and end whatever “This” was but clearly that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“Yes there is-”

“No there’s not-”

‘What the fuck is the issue!? I don't have time for dumbshit.” Though he wasn’t yelling the sudden grit within Jimin’s voice was something completely foreign to you...his demeanor was something completely foreign to you. “Who the hell are you, and what’s your malfunction?? “ Flagging his hand haphazeradly as if to say “Hurry the fuck up!”

A dry scoff left the mans chest at that, almost charging in your direction, Jimin didn't flinch but the grip he held around your waist tightened on instinct. You’d be lying if you said you didn't get a little nervous, body tensing slightly under his hold.

“Fix this shit!” Pouring out an entire eight of weed onto the table...just casually...in the middle of a bar, throwing the black plastic bottle in the process. Making it rithoche off the table, almost hitting you in the face actually, Jimin’s reflexes coming in without a second thought, swatting it out the way.  The way Jimin’s eyes cut into however the hell the idiot was..let you know he just royally fucked up! The sharp breath that slipped past your lips did not go unnoticed…it’s like the sound suddenly set a bomb off inside Jimin’s head.

“Joon…” Sliding you off his lap gently almost ushering you to the left, but it was clear you had no idea what he wanted that’s when Namjoon spoke up.

“Over here sweetheart..” Signalling for you to sit next to him, the warmest smile on his face, his gesture not at all matching the setting, but you couldn't complain. His voice extremely soothing which helped since you were feeling a little more than uncomfortable right now!

“Min, Escort all of the ladies out of the room please…..”

Jimin’s delivery mirrored Namjoons, calm, collected, unbothered actually... which had you questioning if stuff like this was a common occurrence for him! Just as you went to get up Namjoon grabs your wrist.”Not you..stay where I can see you love…”

Ohh..Ohhh..Kay??! I mean to be fair you’d prefer not to be here right now but sure okay!

Mellissa’s eyes searched yours cautiously because again, she didn't know your history with Jimin but you flagged her along. Thankfully Tae whispered something that must've put her at ease because she left.

Jimin's eyes cut down to all the contorbant lying out in front of him, he knew it would only be minutes before the smell flooded the entire back area of the bar. His crop was cured to perfection, every batch.

“I paid for an eighter , look at that shit! That’s not a fuckin eighth...I want my shit fixed, and weighed out in my damn face!”

A sigh of almost embarrassment left your chest at that, you could see the issue off rip, so could Jimin.  Outside of the fact that you could literally smell the cheap vodka pouring off his tongue as he spoke…Whatever strand he got was dense...so on the surface until it’s broken apart it may not “look” like an eighth. That’s why you weigh your weed...the nugs weren’t even open. All he did was open the cup ...poured it out ...and bitch!

Jimin raised up from his seat slowly, walking in his direction, nodding actually..almost as if he was genuinely taking in what this guy had to say. Not stopping until the pair were eye level, yet surprisingly whoever this dude was, he didn't back down. Eyes narrowing in Jimin’s direction, as you sat back anxiously, waiting  for someone to say something!

“Get the fuck outta my face.” You damn near choked when you heard that,who the hell is this man and where's Jimin!?

 “After all that...” Flicking his hand around as if to reiterate all the previous bullshit as he pointed down at the table “I don't give a fuck what you paid for what you THINK your missin!” You could see his jaw twitch from where you were sitting, you’d never heard his voice that dark, stern, this level of dominance was a completely 360 of what he’s like in the bedroom. This was “The Plug Jimin”,  the one that lies beneath the pretty face when you push his buttons...and he was a different type of beast, literally!

“I just paid your boy $80.00, weigh my shit and fix it! I’m not fuckin leaving until you do...I got all night” Shoulder taut, chest puffed, though he still looks a tab bit ublanaced, you could probably knock him over right now. 

An almost inconvience sigh leaves Jimin’s throat, merely risiting the urge to smooth out the crease forming between his brows“I’m not askin. But for the record, what you paid for is lying on the table…” Pointing at the gangle of weed just chillin, again in the middle  “And that’s exactly where it’s gonna stay-”

“The fuck if it is …” Pressing both hands firm against Jimin’s chest, not knocking him back hard enough to earn the reaction he was clearly looking for though!

“Oh shit…” Accidently slipped past your lips thankfully in nothing but a whisper but Namjoon heard you, a low chuckle forming in his chest.

Leaning over to whisper in your ear ‘Yeah, he’s fucked…”

Jimin stagers back into frame, fingers clenched at his sides..“You came in here, disrespected me and my space, threw a bottle that almost hit my girl in the face…” There was a slight pause and you swore you heart about fell out of your ass, did Jimin just call you

  “His girl”!?

‘And you think I give a flying fuck about your eighth?” Head cocked to the side, looking genuinely perplexed as he posed the question “Again. Get. The. Fuck.Out.Of.My.Face.” Jimin’s push had more impact, damn near shoving him out of the room

At this point Tae stepped in standing in between them holding Jimin's arm slightly once he noticed the guy attempt to walk back in.

Ohhhhkay, now you were nervous, I mean you assumed Jmin could fight right!?HE IS a drug dealer pretty boy or not he has to be able to hold his own right!? RIGHT!?

“So this is the way you run business Park?” He has the nerve to look amused, a dirty little smirk tugging on his lips “Pulling slick shit on your customers ?! What you thought you could scam the white boy from the burbs and I wouldn’t notice? That's a bitch ass move even for you!” An arrogant chuckle leaving his throat “I bet you Tim’s reallllllllll  fuckin proud, such a fuckin joke!” Shaking his head mockingly…

Did he just!? Tim? Really!? Hell you were ready to knock his ass out yourself at this point, you wouldn’t even fault Jimin for whatever happens next! EVEN if he swings first, drunk or not there’s fucking boundaries!

Tae could feel Jimin’s body go completely rigid, it was almost scary how quickly he switched from frustrated to straight furry. Jaw sitting so tight yours was throbing at just the site alone, “What the fuck did you just say!?” You swore Jimin’s eyebrow was damn near touching his hairline it was quirked so strong, God you were hoping he wasn’t stupid enough to respond..the shit-eating grin and arrogant chuckle that feel from his lips said otherwise though...

“I said-“ The smile was knocked right off his face , literally Jimin's fist connected with his jaw so hard you almost felt the need to stroke your own! Especially with the amount of rings he had on, you knew that impact was nasty as he hit the floor, the little shit was resilient though! He tried to pop back up and Jimin literally pounced on him, you weren't even concerned or scared anymore you were lowkey cheering him on in your head! Not saying you want to see anyone get physically abused but fuck, he knew what button he was pushing when he mentioned Tim’s name and that’s exactly why he did it. He wanted this kind of reaction from Jimin, maybe he felt as though that was his “Win” if you will, being able to pull Jimin out of his typical calm, restrained persona! Well, you won...now you get to get your ass beat, and go home weedless so good on you sir good on you!

All you could hear was blow by blow, as Jimin’s fist repeatedly connected to his jaw, each grunt that left Jimin's chest deeper and darker than the last! The boys had somehow managed to step out into the main area which is what caught the bouncers attention. Jimin’s men were the ones prying at him, while security tried to free whoever this clown was from Jimin's wrath. It was clear at that point he gave up, not even trying to fight back.Your first instinct was to try and hide the weed that was literally laying across the table because you didn’t know his relationship with the club employees. The last thing you wanted was for Jimin to possibly get arrested thanks to whoever this asshole was!

That’s when you realized the guards were calling him by his name, which let you know they were very comfortable with Jimin, even there tone as they tried to calm him down. All you could hear was them saying was different variations of  “Relax man, relax, he ain't even worth it!!”.  

To be honest, it seemed as though Tae and yourself were on the same page as he was only half heartedly helping! Jimin was clawing at every piece of clothing he could reach, he was not trying to let this man walk free. What made it even worse is it was like he enjoyed this? You swore you could still see that shit  eating grin on his face once they finally pried Jimin off! A gritty chuckle leaving his lips as he spit on the floor nothing but blood leaving his lips, aiming in Jimin’s direction. “Bitch” Slipped past his lips, as they rangled him to his feet, funny how that's the first thing to leave his lips as he just got his ass beat!

Yoongi ended up being the one to actually get Jimin to let up, arm wrapped around the front of his chest, pulling his backwards by shoulder. Finally able to see how hard Jimin was panting as Yoongi whispered something in his ear which you assumed was in Korean because you couldn't even remotely understand what was said.

“Get him the fuck outta here!!” Growled from Yoongi’s chest with so much rage,and unrefined emotion,and that alone let you know how much he cared about Jimin. You could feel his anger as held his friend, who finally appeared to be calming down. Reclining almost fully into the man behind him, essentially dead weight as he tried to calm his body down. Not even notcing once the bouncers pulled the “customer” out of the room, he was still yelling some obsenary but that this point nobody even cared enough to feed into it! The room slowly started to clear out, I guess everyone got the unspoken memo to give the two of you some space! The air felt almost suffocating once they all left, not sure what to say, or how to approach him after what just took place.

Jimin just stood in the middle of the room for a minute, hands braced on his hips, head slouched slightly as he tried to pull himself together. Little did you know he was actually nervous, wondering if he just comepley shattered any and every chance he had with you after what just happened! Walking over to plop down next to you on the couch panting heavily, ruffling his fingers through his slightly damp locks. For some reason the minute he sat down, you could sense his body language, how uneasy he felt, so you made the first move. Silently playing with the strands of hair behind his ear until his eyes fluttered over at you. Before you even had time to say anything he moved you onto his lap, a slight squeal leaving your lips in surprise. One hand finding its home on the curve of your ass while the other caressed your jaw, a deep exhale leaving his chest before he posed his question.

“You okay?” Tone slightly weary as if he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know the answer to his own question.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you gazed down at him with nothing but fondness! Already well aware he wasn’t just referring to the bottle almost hitting your face he meant in general, especially where he was concerned!

Leaning down to kiss his nose, not even caring that he was slightly sweaty, keeping your lips in place for a moment, feeling the way his entire body lax around you. “I’m good baby…. but I’m also an educated weed  ...connoisseur, who understands density levels...within different strands soooo.....”

The ugliest cackle ripped from Jimin’s lips at that tossing his head back in pure amusement, the entire vibe took a complete 360 which is exactly what you were aiming for! Yeah, shit got crazy, your original plan when leaving the house was just to grab some drinks with your girl but hell here you are!

The smile that laid along his face was short lived,it was written all over his face how mentally and physically disturbid his spirit was! And it had nothing to do with the fight and everything to do with you, cocking his head to the side slightly so his eyes could lock with yours....

 “I know-I don’t get to pick and choose but fuck, I really didn't want this to happen this way, I keep telling you “For you safety the less you know the better” yet... I damn near walked you straight into it tonight! You didin’t ask for this shit!” You could hear how frustrated he was with himself as he spoke, tone getting extremely gritty!  “I-You sure your okay? You sure your still down for all this?” The intinisty that laid within his eyes as he said that was almost stiffeling, Jimin was searching for even a flicker of uncertainty. He wouldn’t find it though,your mind was already made up! “I wouldn't blame you if you weren't at this point!You havent even gone a full month with me and your watching me step out of character on some dumb shit!” 

God you hated how hard he was being on himself right now, especially considering tonights circumstances “I literally got into a fight because some drunk idiot can’t weigh his own weed, and I physically brought you right in the middle of it, I told myself to leave you alone. Let you just chill with your girls but I just-couldn’t” Shaking his head in almost disgust as he relived the past half hour in his head,hearing how shaky and vunerable he sounds had your heart sinking “Fuck- I dont know, I don’t even knnow what I’m trying to say right now, I mean I can’t apolgize because this is my life, yet I feel like I owe you one…” Tossing his head back ruffling his fingers through his scalp hastily.

Jimin’s never promised you rainbows and butterflies, and he damn sure never once sugarcoated his lifestyle!  All he promised you was him...all of him, and he’s delivered every time! Cupping his jaw between the palm of your hands “Jimin, baby stop, I’m not goin anywhere.... don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl! I got this, plus “that” Gesturing at the weed still sprawled out along the table “ Was NOT your fault, the last thing you owe me is an apology,that asshole deserved everything he got! You warned me what I was stepping into with you, I CHOSE, to say yes, nobody forced me into this...and I still want it , I still want you! You never promised me a cake walk... you promised me you...as long as you give me that, I’ll figure the rest out on my own!”

You could litterally feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the couch while you soothed your palms, down the side of his neck, over to his chest, fuck he was so damn soft for you! You could see it in his eyes how much that confirmation meant to him, taking your hand in his, kissing the back of your palm. “Thank you” fell from his lips in nothing but whisper.”You already know you got me, in anyway you want me....I told you..you can have anything you want from me” Pulling you down for a kiss, just letting his lips linger against yours...not in any rush to do much else, he just wanted to feel you!

That alone had you moaning into his mouth, he had you wrapped around his finger jus as much as you did him! “I’ve missed you by the way, my beds been a little lonely” letting your hands have free reign under his shirt, your warmth pressing against his skin. “Plus.” leaning down to bury your face in the crook of his neck “I really want your dick in my mouth..,I still can’t get over how sexy you look when your angry... ” Sinking your teeth into “Your spot”, with a moan grinding your hips down into him.

“Babyyy, fuck” Moaned from his lips bucking his hips up into you making sure you felt how hard he was,but more importantly reminding you who was in control .

“You still feel really tense baby...I think we need to do something to release all this pent up adrenaline..” Rolling your hips into him even deeper

“God yes, you dont even know how bad I wanna fuck you...how hard I wanna make you come”  Just like clockwork, bedroom voice activated, panties completely soaked!  “Babyyy let me fuck you!”Not even attempting to pose it as a question because he already knew the anwser!

“Fuck, I’m not stopping you!”

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Within minutes your back was slamming against the bathroom stall so hard the divider was shaking, Jimin threw his entire body onto you, as he slid his tongue into your mouth with zero warning. Not even bothering to ease his way into it, he started off deep, needy, both of you needing so much from each other all at once .Hands romaing up your body, hiking your dress above your waist, not even caring to be quiet, if someone heard they heard, fuck it!

His hands were everywhere and so were yours tugging on his hair, his clothes, any and everything you could reach! Damn near ripping his shirt open you were growing so impatient to feel his skin against yours. Guiding your hand down to work his zipper, sliding his jeans down his thighs, while he pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the ground in front of his feet.. ‘Knees baby….” rolled off his tongue and to be honest you couldn't drop down fast enough, you already knew he was rock hard. No “Prep” was needed, this was solely for his pleasure as much as your. Mouth watering the minute you freed him from his boxers, he was thick and veiney, and just fucking perfect.

Glancing up at him almost doe eyed, adding a deep arch into your back as you blew on the tip “Fuck my throat…”

A smirk moved up Jimin’s face at that, letting his hand stroke your cheek“Open up, show me how much you can take baby”

Wrapping your lips around his tip, suctioning your lips around it, slowly massaging the head with your tongue. Eyes fluttering up at him, reaching over to dig your nails into his thigh, until his hand moved over to your hair, moaning out around his length at his tight he gripped your scalp. It was literally throbbing but that's why you wanted, slowly rolling his hips into your mouth “Oh fuckkkk..” head hitting the wall as he felt your jaw lax. Not stopping until he hit the back of your throat, pulling back tentatively, you could feel his muscles tensing beneath your hand. Not expecting you to start off that deep, you decided he needed a little push so you slowly started sucking him deeper, and deeper, until he yanked your head back. Holding you in place the smirk more than evident in your eyes “God I’m gonna fuck you sooo damn hard..” Growled from his lips as he slowly started to roll his hips into your mouth, everytime your mouth came flesh with his pubic boone his hand caressed the back of your head.

“Babbyyyy fuckkkkk” there it was, your favorite sound ...Jimin whining! Glancing up only to find him completely lost in the moment, eyes shut, jaw slightly ajar. His opposite hand soothing it’s way up your back as he started to pick up momentum. Rolling his hips into your mouth at a deep steady pace almost making you gag, making him feel like you were almost swallowing his dick. “Mm, your soo good baby that feels so good” the words were so faint, the fact that you already had him THIS GONE, in combination with his words of praise had your entire body tingling. Jimin’s dick was throbbing from how tight your lips were wrapped around him, fluctuating the pressure you applied, while stroking his length with your tongue.  His fingers taking an even stronger grip on your hair, as he bucked up even harder into your mouth. “Fuck stop, baby stop, stop!” Almost begging at this point, and when you decided to be a little shit...he pulled you up by your hair. Lips swollen and wet, licking his way into your mouth just enough to say  to tease you, spinning you around, letting your face almost slam into the wall in the process.

“You reallyyy fuckin askin for it tonight!”

Dress sitting mid stomach, “Well, I have been ask-fuckkkk” hand connecting to your ass with such impact you literally screamed, your skin was throbbing under his palm. Somehow you missed the part when Jimin dropped to his knees the realization came once you felt his teeth sinking into the curve of your ass. Sucking down on your skin until it was the shade of his liking, keening out in the perfection combination of pleasure and pain!  Spreading your cheeks, leaning up to bury his face within your heat, Jimin wasn't teasing tonight he was on a damn mission. “Jimin fuck-”  Reaching up, to hold onto the top of the stall devider for support, actually you were falling into it! Jimin's tongue was every damn where, the perfect angle to get his tongue deep into every crevice within your folds.  Body jerking, at every lingued stroke of the tongue, still not used to the added pressure Jimin’s piercing added, and honestly you never wanted to get use to it!   ‘Oh my godddd..” Eyes squeezed shut as his name fell from your lips repeatedly as if that was the only thing you knew how to do right now.

You could fee the tip of his nose brushing against your lips as he worked your entrance with his tongue, waving it in and out until you started trying to clench around him for more stimulation. You could hear how wet you were, how messy he was, the sound of your juices sliding around as he laped his tongue from top to bottom, teasing at your ass slightly. Moaning out as your juices slide down his face, the added vibration almost had you  toppling over yourself. Wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking, hard..as if he was trying to suck your soul out of your pussy you couldn't even breathe. “Jimin-Jimin-fuck please...just fuck me pleasee…..”

Soothing his hands up your thighs, laying his tongue flat against your heat, taking a couple long slow strokes, kissing his way up the curve of your ass as he finally got off the floor. Pressing down on your back “Arch for me baby….” Spreading your legs apart, as you lowered your spine “Put your other hand up here...your gonna need it..” God you could hear the arrogance within that but you were too needy to be a smart ass right now! Running his fingers up and down your lips which were currently dripping down his hand sliding in three fingers deep, with ZERO warning. The high pitched  moan that left your throat bounced off every wall in the bathroom, and you couldn't even get yourself to care.  Not wasting any time as he curled his fingers upwards pumping them in and out, just enough to have your walls slightly at ease. “Fuckkk…baby “ face contouring in nothing but pleasure as he felt  how wet and warm you were. He knew you really weren’t stretched out enough but fucking you open with his fingers felt like pure toture at this point. Sliding his fingers out, using your juices to coat his length, making sure he was nice and wet before he slid in.

Lips kissing along your shoulder as his tip teased up and down your folds “Jimin pleasee fuck me!”  

You were getting bratty, and impatient as you rocked your hips into him. Forcing his tip in slightly rocking back until his hands met your scalp, pulling your neck back onto his shoulder. Sinking his teeth into the base of your neck “Don’t fuckin rush me!” Growled against your neck as he dug his nails into your thighs, finally sliding in completely. You almost choked, as you felt him force his way through your heat in one steady stroke.His body flush against yours. Even though you were dripping , you still needed a moment to adjust to his stretch and he could tell. Massaging your ass gently kissing his way up your neck. He could feel you pulsing around him as you tried to adjust both of you moaning from how good he felt inside you. You couldn't help it, you were just sucking him in, involuntary clenching and releasing, and you heard him wince every time. “You ready for me baby?.” His tone was different this time around, more..intimate if you will ...instead of physically responding you just rolled your hips back into him which was all he heeded, to get him going.

Suddenly the two of you heard the stall open, the person actually into the one to your right “Good luck with that…” before you even had time to process what he meant he slammed his hips into you, a gritty chuckle leaving his throat once he heard the squeal that left yours! “Sorry...”Nothing about that even seemed sincere, considering the way continuously kept pounding into at that pace. The grip he held on your waist was so tight you knew you’d have bruises in the morning. “Shhhh” taunted off his lips with a smirk as he pounded into you …

The sound of his skin slapping against yours was enough of an indication as to what was going on, not to mention you weren't even close to quiet at this point which only added fuel to the fire.  “God your so fucking loud!” gritted through clenched teeth “You like having daddy cock inside you that much baby? Hmm you don’t even care people can hear me fucking you right now? Hear how wet your pussy gets for me” He was right you could physically hear your wetness as he slide in and out, you were dripping down his balls.

“Yes, fuck, feels so good-” you were practially whsipering you were so winded Hhs strokes were long ...deep, but fast, he was trying to ruin you and he was succeeding.  Everything was hazy you didn't care who was or wasn’t around, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body so desperate for realise you were milking every inch of him. You could feel him hitting every spot, unraveling you never by nerve, he was all you needed, and more right now. You felt high when he was inside you, everything was just hypersensitive, It was like you could feel every detail of him. From how veiny he was  to the way his dick curved,as he coursed through your walls,coating every inch of him in your juices. And the best part is, he wants some fling at a bar he was yours..alllll yours!

“You wanna come so bad don’t you baby, look at you..dripping down my cock, such a good girl for me . I can feel you sucking me back in, fuck…” His hand smacked against the wall, as he continued to roll his hips into you, one hand digging into your hips, neck reclined, jaw extremely tight. He was just as fucked out as you were trying to hold it together,until he had you were he wanted you.

“Fuck, please, please let me cum god I can't-” You legs were starting to give in, you needed him to give you that little bit of stimulation you needed or let you do it yourself. You felt his hand move over to your bottom lip, eagerly sucking  them into your mouth, moaning against skin. His hand finally meeting the area that’s been crying out for him, and your body almost caved in, at the sudden stimulation and he wasn't gentle. Attacking your already overly sensitive bud, moving his fingers in a counterclockwise motion as he kept steady pressure on your clit. You felt the familiar feeling start to build up in your core again, you were clenching around him so tight you almost felt light headed . His lips met the side of your neck again as he flicked the skin with his teeth.

Not even able to fathom how you hadn't passed out and how he was able to continue at this pace, as he slammed into you. He’d rock his hips into you fast and hard, yet almost rolling them out of you, so it felt like he was almost..curling upwards..hitting every inch perfectly . “Right there baby? Is that what you need? You wanna make a mess all over my dick???” Nodding frantically, because you really couldn't hold it anymore..”Fucking cum then…” That was all you needed your body was quaking, clenching down around him so hard, you almost lost you balance. Eyes squeezing shut, you skin was on fire, not even able to fully process all the feelings that were taking over your body you were in such intense pleasure. Almost cumming in silence, because you forgot to breathe..”Fuck yes, that’s my baby,soo good for me..keep coming” 

“Oh my- fuck, god...yes...” Your cry wasn’t even audible as you pressed your face into the walls. nails clawing at his clothed thighs, surprised you actually didn't rip a hole straight through ..as pure pleasure rang through your ears feeling yourself drip down your thighs. You felt his hand take a firm grip around your neck, almost knocking the wind out of you as he rolled his hips into you.. deeper..teeth grazing the skin beneath your ear .

“Louder..” The command coming out in the form of a growl coursed through your veins as his opposite hand stayed connected to your clit almost making your knees buckle. You were already so swollen and beyond sensitive ”I said..LOUDER.. You've been begging to come let everybody hear you..let everyone know how good I’m fucking you, and how wet, your pussy gets for me..fuck baby your so wet..” Still amazed how he could sound just as needy as he did dominant, because all of that rolled off his tongue in nothing but a moan..half of his words slurred together. 

Continuing to rock his hips into you as you rode out your high, you felt limp at this point your body was drained..Not even able to cry out anymore instead you were just dry heaving. You honestly weren't sure, how much more you could take, you were starting to get extremely sensitive. Every stoke made your body shudder around him, each stoke made you clench even tighter. Luckily you also felt  how hard he was and how sparatic his thrusts were becoming so you knew he was close. He finally removed his hand from your clit, which allowed you to pull yourself together enough to coach him on “Is daddy gonna come for me? You made me come so fucking hard, You fill me up so good baby..” You started rocking back against him slightly, you felt his damp head of hair hit your back, as his faint moans grew stronger as they got lost against your hair.

“Is that what you want? You wanna feel me between your thighs until we get home??” He was so damn close you could hear it in his voice

Wrapping his arm around your waist his thrusts slowed down but got deeper , reclining  your neck, reaching back to grab the back of his head, making him look at you. Eyelids heavy, skin damp as he sucked his bottom into his mouth, fuck he looked so good. “Yesss, come for me baby pleaseee I need it, fuck you feel so good, ” A deep husky moan left his lips at the sound of your parise,, he fucking loved, it, damn near melting at your touch.He crashed his lips into yours. Tighten your walls around him, as hard as you could and that was all he needed, hearing him moan against your tongue was probably one of the sexiest things you've ever heard. The harder he came the deeper he kissed you, as the grip on your waist got tighter.

Even after he came, while his breathing was still erratic, his lips never left yours, just letting his tongue play with yours lazily and he sucked it into his mouth. You honestly lost track of how long the two of you stayed like that, both of you were sweating hard as hell.You felt his hands sooth up your thighs, as you massaged his scalp, you could the mixture of both of your arousals still running down your thighs.”Your fuckin amazing…” Something about his delivery let you know he meant that more than just sexually! Smiling into the kiss he pressed along your lips as he pulled out,spinning you around so you were finally facing him. “My pretty baby..” Fell from his lips, as he gazed down at you, eyes glazed over, skin dewy, hair a tousled mess over your head..your loose curls now long gone.Panting hard as hell yet in his eyes you looked fucking perfect! 

The feeling of both of  your arousals slicking down your thighs, had you ready to come all over again, Jimin filled you to the brim. Holding onto the top of the divider for support, thighs still shaking especially because you were wearing heels!  “W-What are you doing??” Staring down puzzled once you saw him sink to his knees….

“Look how much of a mess I made…” Teasing his fingers up your folds, playing with his cum that was currently seeping down your thighs “Your drippin everywhere baby..I gotta clean you up a little before we leave..”.

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The two of you walked out of the bar hand and hand, both still head and body high, legs feeling like complete mush in your heels as you clung to Jimin for dear life. Face nuzzled in his side, the cool breeze was more than welcomed, while the two of you maneuvered through the lot. Still full of druken people moving far too slow for your liking! Alll you wanted was to get Taco bell, shower, and crawl in bed with Jimin...in that order!

“Fuck where the hell did I park!?”

Slapping Jimin’s chest playfully ‘How the hell should I know I rode here in a Uber! I swear to god Jimin I’mma make you carry me in a minute my thighs are not set up for this right now, hit your damn panic button!”

“Aye Park…” A voice whispered through the parking lot, the sound alone had Jimin head spinning, squeezing your hand a little tighter, pulling you behind him slightly. Almost as if to shield you from the gentlemen that was currently posted on the hood of a lime green Camaro.

“What’s up?” You could read it in his tone, it was friendly but somewhat cautious all at the same time...clearly, you weren't the only one who picked up on it either. Am amused chuckle rumbled in the stranger's chest, as he wrapped his lips around a cigarette.

“Don’t sound too excited to see me...I drove all the way from Cleveland  JUST for you, you should feel special. Plus..ya boy needs a favor”

You watched Jimin’s eyes flutter shut briefly, reaching into his pocket to hand you his keys “Hey baby..go wait in the car for me...” His blatant shift in demeanor had you a little concerned, more so now than earlier, you weren’t good at hiding your emotions either so he read it all over your face.

“I’ll be there in a minute….” Flicking his head to the left, indicating you needed to dismiss yourself..so that’s exactly what you did! Slipping the keys from out of his hands, scurrying to find his car. A million and one scenarios spinning through your head in the process! 

“Who’s that?” Cocking his head to the side slightly, eyeing your ass, as you walked off...Jimin didn't say shit though, and it took everything in him not too! He didn’t want him to know that he cared enough about you to say something, the less he knew about you the better!

“Don’t worry about it! What do you need Jay?”

  THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE FOR NOW! IF YOU LIKED IT “LIKE IT” COME HIT UP THE ASK AS LONG AS THE SERIES KEEPS GETTING LOVE  I’ll CONTINUE IT! LOVE YOU GUYS AS ALWAYS,

ROCKI!

FINAL NOTE- OH, IF YOU FOLLOW THE SERIES THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER 21 QUESTIONS BUT THERE WILL STILL BE A PART TWO.THE QUESTIONS THAT ARRISE WITHIN THAT MINI SERIES WILL CORRELATE WITH THE MAIN SERIES...HINTS WHY TIM WAS DISCUSSED IN PART 1! SOOO IN PART 2 THERE WILL BE A HINT AS TO WHO “JAY” IS AND GIVE YOU A IDEA OF WHAT HE WANTS. 

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[lotsofteaandcramming-blog]

WAYS TO MAKE AND SAVE MONEY AS A STUDENT PART 2 (HIGH SCHOOL AND COLLEGE) how to be your own boss as a teen

(this is part 2 to the first list I made on ways to make and save money as a student

I also just made a YouTube video on this topic so check that out here for more tips aside from this post: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SriRI_kY1pg&t=25s )

We all know that in order to be a successful student, you have to dedicate a lot of your time and energy to your studying (duh). On top of that, a lot of us have other commitments, such as sports or extracurricular activities. Pursuing and dedicating time to these things is actually just as important as pursuing good grades, especially when it comes to applying for universities and scholarships. And after all of these commitments, we realize that we want (or need) to do and have things that cost money.

I made a post on this just under a year ago and it’s my most popular post. I thought I would make an updated version with some more in depth tips and ideas that I’ve used.

HOW DO I MAKE MONEY WITHOUT GETTING A “REAL” JOB?

IF I HAVE A JOB ALREADY, HOW CAN I MAKE EXTRA MONEY ON THE SIDE?

Basically, if you want to earn money without getting a regular job (or on top of having a job) you can do one or more of these three things: 

1) become an entrepreneur of sorts

2) find jobs that take place at your school or campus (since you spend most of your time there, why not try to make it your “job”)

3) establish habits that will allow you to save the money you’re earning

quick side note: I would recommend getting a job, even if it’s over the summer or for a short period of time. Working for other businesses and people has taught me so much. Although the job itself can be demanding and maybe not even worth the money you’re making, the experience is always worthwhile. It also taught me how expensive things are when you have to support yourself (for example, if you need/want something that’s $60, that’s about 4-6 hours of work you have to put in, depending on what your job wage is).

HOW DO I BECOME AN ENTREPRENEUR?

this is the definition of entrepreneur that google gives you: a person who organizes and operates a business or businesses, taking on greater than normal financial risks in order to do so.

yes, it’s kind of a risk. what happens if you don’t have any clients for a while? what happens if you have more clients than you can handle? if you’re reading this right now, you’re probably willing to take the risk because a) you don’t have time to get a job (which demands a lot from you btw) or b) you have a job and that isn’t cutting it. below are some ideas for “businesses” that you can run yourself. (examples of businesses that are bolded are in high demand currently, from my experience and knowledge.)

1) teach things

if you’re patient, personable, good at teaching, and are willing to put yourself out there, use your talents to your advantage. you can teach kids, adults, or anyone in between, depending on what you prefer and cater to. below are some examples of teaching services you could provide:

- music lessons

- tutoring (I get more in depth with this in my YouTube video)

- art lessons

- coding/animation/web design

- software (i.e. imovie, adobe premier, microsoft word)

2) make things

- design websites for people and businesses

- design/make animations for businesses 

- open an etsy shop and make things 

- revamp old furniture and sell it

- flip books on websites like ebay (what is book flipping?)

- cook or bake

- grow plants

3) grow your social media (or someone else’s) 

4) sell your stuff

- clothes

- books

- decor

- jewellery/accessories

- old technology that can still be used

5) sit for your business 

- babysit

- pet sit

- house sit

- host “summer camps” where you babysit kids, plan some games and activities to do with them, and charge per day or week instead of every hour. I did this when I was in eighth grade (yes, you heard me right) and I made $1000 for one week. (I also talk about this in my video more in depth)

small note about being an entrepreneur: you have to put yourself out there. the hardest part about getting business doing any of these things is gaining momentum and getting clients who will eventually tell other people about your services. before this happens, you have to shamelessly self-promote. I’m talking flyers around your neighbourhood, knocking on doors, posting on social media, and making yourself known. that’s the main “risk” I mentioned above, which is using your precious time to promote yourself.

HOW DO I MAKE MONEY AT SCHOOL/ON CAMPUS?  

It’s harder to find gigs that pay money at school, but here’s the trick: you have to ask and show interest. Become friends with your counsellors and principals. Make it a priority to stop at bulletin boards and flyer hubs at your school that might be advertising jobs. below I’ve included some ways that I made money at school:

- tutoring

- score keeping: this may not be offered at every school, but at my high school students can get paid for scorekeeping sports games. it involves more than putting scores on a billboard, there’s also writing and stat-keeping involved. I got paid $15 per game, but again, I don’t know if other high schools do this. It never hurts to ask though! 

- coaching: a lot of community programs and schools are in need of peer coaches for younger kids. 

- refereeing: same as coaching, except you’re refereeing sports games. 

- trade programs: in a lot of regions, certain jobs or trades are in high demand. in order to get young people interested in pursuing these jobs as careers, trade programs and companies are offering to pay students to volunteer or work in these areas over the summer. all they require is a certain amount of hours and written proof that you worked or volunteered. I had friends who got hired in a “trade” job such as roofing, horticulture, etc. for their summer job and got an extra $1000 on top of being paid their normal wage, just because of these career programs. 

all of these job ideas are suggestions and might not be offered or needed where you go to school. the main point I want to get across is to talk to your counsellors and get involved in activities at your school. 

HOW DO I SAVE MY MONEY?

- stop buying starbucks everyday! that $5 tea or coffee adds up (if you buy a coffee/tea every school day: 5 days x $5 = $25 a week being spent on drinks). learn how to make your own drinks that are the equivalent to the drinks you buy at starbucks, and you’ll be saving a lot of money.

- know which method of payment enables you to spend more money. if it helps to know what you’re spending, avoid using your debit card. for me, I hate having cash because I want to spend it wherever I go. If I bring my debit card, I make sure I only put the money I will need in my account, so I don’t overspend. 

- try challenging yourself to save cash for a month. a popular challenge right now is the $5 challenge, where you save every $5 bill you get for a month up to one year. 

- pack your lunches and snacks. avoid spending money at your school cafeteria/restaurants as much as you can. I will even plan my lunches and snacks every sunday for each week, so I don’t have any excuse to not make my lunch the night before. 

- shop and eat out at places that have customer rewards systems/credit. if you’re gonna spend money, you might as well save some because of it. 

- become a couponer cause why not. 

What are some ways you make or save your money?

#how to make money #how to save money #ways to make and save money as a student #ways to make money as a teenager #how to make money as a teenager #ways to save money #college #highschool #university #student #youtube #ceilidh

[suzanneshannon]

How I Created a Code Beautifier in Two Days

I recently drew up a wireframe for a code beautifier. The next day, I decided to turn it into a real tool. The whole project took less than two days to complete.

I'd been thinking about building a new code beautifier for a while. The idea isn't unique, but every time I use someone else's tool, I find myself reapplying the same settings and dodging advertisements every single time. 🤦🏻‍

I wanted a simple tool that worked well without the hassle, so last week I grabbed some paper and started sketching one out. I'm a huge fan of wireframing by hand. There's just something about pencil and paper that makes the design part of my brain work better than staring at a screen.

I kicked off the design process by hand-drawing wireframes for the app.

I was immediately inspired after drawing the wireframe. The next day, I took a break from my usual routine to turn it into a something real. 👨🏻‍💻

Check it Out

The design

I knew I wanted the code editor to be the main focus of the tool, so I created a thin menu bar at the top that controls the mode (i.e. HTML, CSS, JavaScript) and settings. I eventually added an About button too.

The editor itself takes up most of the screen, but it blends in so you don't really notice it. Instead of wasting space with instructions, I used a placeholder that disappears when you start typing.

The Dark Mode UI is based on a toggle that updates the styles.

At the bottom, I created a status bar that shows live stats about the code including the current mode, indentation settings, number of lines, number of characters, and document size in bytes. The right side of the status bar has a "Clear" and "Clean + Copy" button. The center has a logo shamelessly plugging my own service.

I don't think many developers really code on phones, but I wanted this to work on mobile devices anyway. Aside from the usual responsive techniques, I had to watch the window size and adjust the tab position when the screen becomes too narrow.

I'm using flexbox and viewport units for vertical sizing. This was actually pretty easy to do with the exception of a little iOS quirk. Here’s a pen showing the basic wireframe. Notice how the textarea stretches to fill the unused space between the header and footer.

See the Pen Full-page text editor with header + footer by Cory LaViska (@claviska) on CodePen.

If you look at the JavaScript tab, you’ll see the iOS quirk and the workaround. I’m not sure how to feature detect something like this, so for now it’s just a simple device check.

Handling settings

I wanted to keep the most commonly used settings easy to access, but also expose advanced settings for each mode. To do this, I made the settings button a popover with a link to more advanced settings inside. When a setting is changed, the UI updates immediately and the settings are persisted to localStorage.

The most common settings are contained in a small panel that provides quick access to them, while advanced settings are still accessible via a link in the panel.

I took advantage of Vue.js here. Each setting gets mapped to a data property, and when one of them changes, the UI updates (if required) and I call saveSettings(). It works something like this.

function saveSettings() { const settings = {}; // settingsToStore is an array of property names that will be persisted // and "this" is referencing the current Vue model settingsToStore.map(key => settings[key] = this[key]); localStorage.setItem('settings', JSON.stringify(settings); }

Every setting is a data property that gets synced to localStorage. This is a rather primitive way to store state, so I might update the app to use a state management library such as Vuex later on.

To restore settings, I have a restoreSettings() function that runs when the app starts up.

function restoreSettings() { const json = localStorage.getItem('settings'); if (json) { try { const settings = JSON.parse(json); Object.keys(settings).forEach(key => { if (settingsToStore.includes(key)) { this[key] = settings[key]; } }); } catch (err) { window.alert('There was an error loading your previous settings'); } } }

The function fetches settings from localStorage, then applies them one by one ensuring only valid settings in settingsToStore get imported.

The Advanced Settings link opens a dialog with tabs for each mode. Despite having over 30 settings total, everything is organized and easy to access so users won't feel overwhelmed.

Clicking the "Advanced Settings" link opens up language-specific preferences and shortcuts.

Applying themes

Dark mode is all the rage these days, so it's enabled by default. There's also a light theme for those who prefer it. The entire UI changes, except for popovers and dialogs.

I considered using prefers-color-scheme, which coincidentally landed in Firefox 67 recently, but I decided a toggle would probably be better. Browser support for the color theme preference query isn't that great yet, plus developers are weird. (For example, I use macOS with the light theme, but my text editor is dark.)

The app with Light Mode UI enabled.

Defining features

Coming up with feature ideas is fairly easy. It’s limiting features for an initial release that’s hard. Here are the most relevant features I shipped right away:

Beautifies HTML, CSS, and JavaScript code

Syntax highlighting with tag/bracket matching

Paste or drop files to load code

Auto-detects indentation preference based on pasted code or dropped file

Light and dark themes

Clean and copy in one click

Keyboard shortcuts

Most JS Beautify options are configurable

Settings get stored indefinitely in localStorage

Minimal UI without ads (just an unobtrusive plug to my own service) 🙈

I also threw in a few easter eggs for fun. Try refreshing the page, exploring shortcuts, and sharing it on Facebook or Twitter to find them. 😉

The tools and libraries I used

I'm a big fan of Vue.js. It's probably overkill for this project, but the Vue CLI let me start building with all the latest tooling via one simple command.

vue create beautify-code

I didn't have to waste any time scaffolding, which helped me build this out quickly. Plus, Vue came in handy for things like live stats, changing themes, toggling settings, etc. I used various Element UI components for things like buttons, form elements, popovers, and dialogs.

The editor is powered by CodeMirror using custom styles. It’s a well-supported and fantastic project that I can’t recommend enough for in-browser code editing.

The library that does all the beautifying is called JS Beautify, which handles JavaScript, HTML, and CSS. JS Beautify runs on the client-side, so there’s really no backend to this app — your browser does all the work!

JS Beautify is incredibly easy to use. Install it with npm install js-beautify and run your code through the appropriate function.

import beautify from 'js-beautify'; const code = 'Your code here'; const settings = { // Your settings here }; // HTML const html = beautify.html(code, settings) // CSS const css = beautify.css(code, settings) // JavaScript const js = beautify.js(code, settings)

Each function returns a string containing the beautified code. You can change how each language is output by passing in your own settings.

I’ve been asked a few times about Prettier, which is a comparable tool, so it’s worth mentioning that I chose JS Beautify because it’s less opinionated and more configurable. If there’s enough demand, I’ll consider adding an option to toggle between JS Beautify and Prettier.

I've used all of these libraries before, so integration was actually pretty easy. 😅

This project was made possible by my app, Surreal CMS. If you’re looking for a great CMS for static websites, check it out — it’s free for personal, educational, and non-profit websites!

Oh, and if you’re wondering what editor I used... it’s Visual Studio Code. 👨🏻‍💻

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[sherristockman]

Ghost in the Machine, Part 5 — Lies, Denial, Deceit and Manipulative ‘Research’ Dr. Mercola By Dr. Mercola In the last decade, vaccines have become Big Pharma's biggest profit center. A report published by MarketsandMarkets estimates the global vaccine market, currently valued at $34.30 billion a year, will grow to an astounding $49.27 billion by 2022.1 Why the boom? As blockbuster drugs like Lipitor, Viagra, Seroquel, Zyprexa, Singular and Concerta have gone off patent, vaccines prove a lucrative replacement. Not only are they priced much higher than pills, governments and NGOs shamelessly help market vaccines to huge swaths of the world's population. These unethical partnerships, using taxpayer or NGO money, advance misleading research intended to frighten the public. Worse, they discredit vaccine critics who raise legitimate safety and efficacy questions and even discredit the families and victims of vaccine injuries themselves. To cash in on vaccine profits Big Pharma, governments and NGOs have characterized all vaccines as "life-saving." One of the clearest examples is the attempt to present vaccines against the HPV virus as vaccines "against cancer." "Science" articles warn that as many as 90 percent of adults, especially baby boomers, silently harbor the HPV virus much like articles that warn many baby boomers are infected with the Hepatitis C virus. In both cases, the drug industry is trying to "grow" the market for its products by inflating the amount of estimated sufferers. Reporters either wittingly or unwittingly help in the effort by repeating the drug industry supplied "facts." The truth is more than 90 percent of HPV infections are cleared by the body2 without symptoms and only 20 percent of HPV infections are the high-risk type that could develop into cancer if not identified and treated.3 Big Pharma's misleading advertising is not working, though. Many families of adolescent boys and girls targeted by HPV vaccine marketing by drug companies and government health officials are refusing the vaccine.4 Reacting to the HPV vaccine dropouts, Big Pharma launched an offensive "shame" campaign last year in which young adults with cancer blame their parents for not vaccinating them when they were adolescents. The ads were so over-the-top even supporters of the vaccine complained. Twitter remarks accused the company of trying to guilt-trip parents to bolster corporate profits.5 The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation Promotes Vaccines and Their Profits One of the world's leading funders of vaccine development and promotion is the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation (B&MGF).6 In 2002, it began buying billions in drug stocks7 and subsequently added huge amounts of Monsanto stock.8 Two of the B&MGF's research heads were hired right out of Pharma — one from GlaxoSmithKline, with whom the B&MGF had a long-standing collaboration, and the other from Novartis.9 Even more shocking, it hired the former president of product development at Genentech to serve as its current CEO, Dr. Susan Desmond-Hellmann.10 This is how health writer Ruben Rosenberg Colorni describes the true nature of the foundation:11 "The Bill & Melinda Gates 'Foundation' is essentially a huge tax-avoidance scheme for enormously-wealthy capitalists who have made billions from exploiting the world’s people. The foundation invests, tax free, money from Gates and the 'donations' from others, in the very companies in which Gates owns millions in stocks, thus guaranteeing returns through both sales as well as intellectual-property rights. To add insult to injury, the system perpetuates the spread of disease rather than aids in their eradication, thus perpetually justifying his endeavors to “eradicate” them (solving a problem they are creating)." In a 2011 Forbes interview, Bill Gates admitted the new profitability of vaccines.12 "Ten or 15 years ago, nobody in the drug business would have held up vaccines as profit centers," he said, conceding that "vaccines are so tough, particularly because of liability issues." But now, "people are making money in the vaccine business," he noted. Questions About Overseas Vaccination Programs Questions about the ethics of the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation's overseas vaccination programs have swirled for years, specifically a study aimed at validating a low-cost way to screen for cervical cancer in India.13 This summer, STAT News reported that "new evidence of ethical lapses" has been published.14 "Dr. Eric Suba, a pathologist at Kaiser Permanente Medical Center in San Francisco and co-author of the paper, provided STAT with a copy and links to supporting documents. In an interview, he described the Mumbai study, which ended in 2015, in stark terms: 'catastrophic, 'monumentally unethical, and a radical departure from normal scientific procedures’ … "Critics of the 18-year trial said that U.S.-funded Indian researchers used ineffective screening that endangered thousands of poor women in Mumbai. They were told the test could help prevent cancer, but far fewer pre-cancerous lesions were found than expected, suggesting that some lesions were missed — possibly leading to an unknown number of deaths." In 2015, judges in India's Supreme Court heard a challenge claiming the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation failed to obtain the informed consent of the children or their parents and demanded answers about juvenile deaths from the vaccine trial.15 The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation Is a Big Investor in Monsanto and Promoter of GMOs In 2012, Bill Gates announced he would try to end world hunger by growing more genetically modified (GM) crops. He had already invested $27 million into Monsanto. At the time, I said Gates was leading the pack as one of the most destructive "do-gooders" on the planet and that his views on addressing poverty and disease in poor countries were short-sighted and misinformed. Shortly thereafter, a team of 900 scientists funded by the World Bank and United Nations determined the use of GM crops is not a meaningful solution to the complex situation of world hunger. The Seattle Times also called Bill Gates' support of GM crops as a solution for world hunger unsound science. It's an undisputed fact that the introduction of genetically engineered crops lead to diminished biodiversity — the direct opposite of what the world needs. To save the planet and ourselves, small-scale organic and sustainable farming not only must prevail but flourish, and GM crops do not help; rather, they threaten their existence. Seeds have always been sold and swapped freely between farmers, preserving biodiversity, and without that basis, you cannot have food sovereignty. With fewer farmers, "feeding the hungry with GM crops" is nothing but a pipe dream. A clear example of the false promise of GM crops is seen with the GM Golden Rice designed to bring beta-carotene to the diets of people in poor countries and supported by the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation's donation of $20 million. The GM crop was ill conceived for two reasons. People eating the low fat, poor diets seen in poor countries generally cannot convert beta carotene to the vitamin A and it was estimated that someone would have to eat 16 pounds of Golden Rice a day to receive the benefits. Unethical Vaccine Marketing Only Tells Half the Story As I said earlier, marketing of the HPV vaccine relies on half-truths, scare tactics and alarmist advertising. By manipulatively presenting it as a "vaccine against cancer," which all but neglectful parents would give to their children, vaccine makers hope to occlude the real questions about safety and documented injuries.16,17 A few years after the vaccines were launched, questions about research and transparency had already arisen, according to the Huffington Post.18 "Critics ask why the primary endpoint in trials was not cervical cancer, but lesions that could become malignant and why placebo data was spun to make the vaccine look more effective ... There are also transparency questions. Why did former First Lady Laura Bush work with Merck-funded citizen front groups to promote the original vaccine and why are governors like Texas’ Rick Perry trying to mandate vaccination of all girls? University of Queensland lecturer Dr. Andrew Gunn was silenced by his university when he dared to question the vaccine and ordered to apologize to the vaccine maker, CSL, according to the Courier Mail. Dr. Gunn expressed doubts about the vaccine’s 'marketing as a solution to cancer of the cervix when at best it’s expected to prevent about two-thirds of cases and 'the incorrect and dangerous perception that it might make Pap smears unnecessary'... And one of Gardasil’s and Cervarix’s [two HPV vaccines] original developers, Dr. Diane Harper, a consultant to the World Health Organization, also questioned the vaccine’s lack of safety and effectiveness ... only to appear to retract her remarks later." ‘Herd Immunity’ Incorrectly Used to Sell Vaccines Vaccine makers and the governments and NGOs that help their marketing use the concept of "herd immunity" to sell mass vaccination — the idea that the vaccination rate in a given community must be kept high so that those who have not been immunized do not endanger others. But of course, HPV, which is a sexually transmitted disease (STD), is not spread through mere close proximity to another person like non-STD diseases. You can’t transmit or get HPV infection in a public setting, like in a classroom or crowded elevator. Maybe that is why the "cancer prevention" angle is pushed. Purveyors of the herd immunity theory never seem to be able to explain why the majority of outbreaks of diseases targeted by vaccines occur in communities thought to have already achieved herd immunity status, i.e., where the majority of people are fully vaccinated and transmission of infection "should" not occur. In fact, health officials appear to deliberately confuse the public. Natural herd immunity certainly exists but artificial vaccine-acquired herd immunity, which is temporary at best, is a misnomer. Vaccination and natural exposure to a given disease produce two qualitatively different types of immune responses. Vaccine Injuries Dismissed and Downplayed Vaccine injuries are well documented and the HPV vaccine is a case in point. Here is what the Indian Medical Journal of Medical Ethics reported in 2017.19 "The human papillomavirus (HPV) vaccine has been linked to a number of serious adverse reactions. The range of symptoms is diverse and they develop in a multi-layered manner over an extended period of time. The argument for the safety and effectiveness of the HPV vaccine overlooks the following flaws: (i) no consideration is given to the genetic basis of autoimmune diseases, and arguments that do not take this into account cannot assure the safety of the vaccine; (ii) the immune evasion mechanisms of HPV, which require the HPV vaccine to maintain an extraordinarily high antibody level for a long period of time for it to be effective, are disregarded; and (iii) the limitations of effectiveness of the vaccine. We also discuss various issues that came up in the course of developing, promoting and distributing the vaccine, as well as the pitfalls encountered in monitoring adverse events and epidemiological verification." Yet vaccine makers, government regulatory agencies and doctors administering vaccines continue to insist the many injuries seen after vaccination are mere coincidences and not caused by the vaccines. Controlled clinical trials have found no causal association between HPV vaccination and different adverse effects, say the U.S. Food and Drug Administration and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.20 In addition to inflating the number of people suffering from diseases such as HPV, vaccine promoters inflate the effectiveness of their vaccines. The HPV vaccine has cut infections by up to 90 percent in the past 10 years, brags one science website, as if cutting infections and cutting the incidence of cancer were the same thing. It is especially irresponsible because the cancer rates cannot be determined until years or decades after the vaccine is given.21

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We're all a little bit narcissistic — but there are 3 features that set true narcissists apart

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On some level, we all have narcissistic tendencies.

But Narcissistic Personal Disorder only affects a small amount of people. 

Across the board, narcissists demonstrate patterns of grandiosity, the need for admiration, and a lack of empathy.

After this interview I did for ELLE about whether or not social media is creating narcissists, a strange thing happened. 

A bunch of people from all over the country emailed me describing their bosses, ex's, friends, and various family members — and everyone wanted to know the same thing, "Does X thing make them a narcissist?"

I stayed up late (i.e. past 10 p.m.) reading and responded to those emails, but at some point I decided to get my beauty sleep and write about it instead.

So, ta-da! Here it is, everything you ever wanted or needed to know about true narcissists, how narcissism works and whether or not narcissists can ever change.

Lets start with that one friend of yours who's got all the Insta selfies, does that count?

Social media doesn't technically create narcissists, in the same way that Vegas doesn't technically create gamblers. 

That said, one of the top three pervasive features of narcissism is a constant need for admiration, and nothing instantaneously satisfies that need quite like a heart icon wrapped inside a talk bubble.

Tons of empirically validated studies are demonstrating distinct correlations between those who posses narcissistic traits (entitlement, superiority, self-absorption, etc.) and those who are more active, have more followers, and post more often on sites like Facebook and Instagram. 

Still, the old rule applies: correlation does not equal causation.

The truth is we all have narcissistic tendencies.

On some level we all want to feel special, be admired and seem important in some way, and social media definitely strokes our natural egoic needs.

While social media is the ideal platform for narcissists, there's a big difference between posting an eye-roll worthy amount of bathroom selfies and being a true narcissist.

According to the DSM V, less than 1% of people are diagnosed with Narcissistic Personal Disorder (though narcissists don't typically seek treatment, so there's that). 

True narcissism is actually much more rare than we tend to think, and when you're with a true narcissist, there's no mistaking it, you know.

It's easy to judge people who post a constant stream of selfies, appear heavily self-involved and who indulge in grandiosity as narcissists, but true narcissists also display a pretty astounding lack of empathy for others.

Basically narcissists consistently give zero f——, and not in the liberated, good way.

Another way clinicians are trained to measure narcissism is with 'level of pervasiveness.' Some people are really arrogant and entitled at work, but get home and are a little more down to earth, for example.

Not narcissists.

Across the board and in every context, narcissists demonstrate patterns of grandiosity, the need for admiration, and a lack of empathy.

Here are some examples of things narcissists do regularly: 

— They might cut to the front of the line because  they believe their time is more valuable and their needs are more important than others. 

— They usually want to be associated with the best of everything, and typically insist on having THE dermatologist, THE yoga instructor, THE designer, etc. 

— They basically expect people to lose their cookies when they show up to an event or a party, and are often surprised or perplexed if people don't. 

— They may overwork their employees, disregarding the toll their demands take on others' personal lives (I can almost hear all the 1st year law associates raising their eyebrows). 

— They're haunted by criticism (Freud called this 'narcissistic injury') and actually have a pretty fragile sense of self-esteem.

In short, narcissists order a trenta sized cup of grandiosity, need for admiration and lack of empathy every single morning, after shamelessly cutting ahead of you in line.

Those are the basics, but if you want to get really specific:

The DSM V is that manual I referenced earlier; therapists and psychiatrists use it as a diagnostic guide for their patients. The DSM provides clear diagnostic criteria that must be met before someone can officially be diagnosed as having Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Five or more of the following must be present and pervasive in a variety of contexts (professionally, personally etc.):

- A grandiose sense of self-importance.

- Is preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty or ideal love.

- Believes that he or she is special and can only be understood by other special or high-status people.

- Requires excessive admiration.

- Has a sense of entitlement.

- Exploits relationships for personal gain.

- Lacks empathy.

- Frequently jealous of others or thinks others are jealous of them.

- Displays arrogant and haughty behaviors or attitudes.

And here's a direct quote from the DSM, "Only when these traits are inflexible, mal-adaptive, and persisting and cause significant functional impairment or subjective distress do they constitute Narcissistic Personality Disorder.” 

Also, random side note: Narcissistic Personality Disorder is associated with substance-related disorders, especially cocaine, and Anorexia.

That's the thing about true narcissists, they can't 'shut off' their narcissism. 

People who are self-absorbed can step away from those tendencies (even if only occasionally) and open themselves up to a broader perspective, like seeing how their behavior impacts others or making more altruistically motivated choices.

So is your boss or ex-boyfriend or toxic friend always going to be a narcissist, or can people change? 

The general answer is yes they can change, and no they don't want to.

Narcissists can absolutely grow to learn how their behavior impacts themselves and those around them, and they can also discover new ways of relating to others and engaging in healthy interpersonal reciprocity (i.e. how to be a good friend, a good boss, etc.), they just don't want to. 

That's because narcissistic behaviors are egosyntonic for narcissists, meaning their behaviors fit in with their idea of who they are, so they see no real need to change them.

If you have a narcissist in your life, you definitely to create boundaries in that relationship. Here's how.

Katherine Schafler is an NYC-based psychotherapist, writer and speaker.  For more of her work, join her monthly newsletter, read her blog, or follow her on Instagram. 

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Just a disclaimer, this post is just for the bants! Nobody should come for me, because I’m also making fun of myself! 

Oh, and also, I realise that “blogger” extends far beyond the niches I am into i.e. lifestyle, fashion, style, etc. Some people have blogs where they write news articles and all that. Well, this post applies to lifestyle, fashion blogs etc. Alright? Let’s go!

Alright, so I started my blog in April (just under 6 months old, hey!), just a few days after my 19th birthday. Between then and now, I have been through hundreds of blogs, and hundreds of blog posts. From my shameless perusing, there are some prominent trends I have noticed. And it is with that, I bring you the blogger starter pack. If you don’t have at least 3/5 of these, you’re not a blogger! (all jokes)

The Almighty Signature

Okay, nearly everybody has a signature at the end of their posts! Where and how did this start? Who originated this idea? Either way, a majority of people throw signatures! Why do we put signatures at the end of our posts? Anyway, it’s actually quite cute (when the signature is in a cute font, not scattered). It feels nice, you know? Like signing off a letter to your beloved readers.

Currently I Am/Life Lately/Life Updates/Monthly Reflection

As a blogger, are you even a blogger if you don’t do this? You better bring out your pen (or fingers, in this case) and get to reflecting and re-capping! Do it monthly, and of course at the end/start of the year! I like reading this segment though, because I’m naturally inquisitive and take genuine interest in the lives of people. 

The above image is visual representation of me, lurking on your monthly/yearly reflections. Carry on.

Mystery/Sunshine Blogger Award

Awards, tags. This is actually the defining moment of blogging. If you haven’t been nominated, can you really say you’re a blogger? Of course, you don’t have to do the award post to be classified as a blogger. The main factor here is being nominated.

In fact, I am totally a certified blogger because I’ve been nominated..twice. That’s right. 

Evidence?

The Mystery Blogger Award

The Sunshine Blogger Award

*Takes a bow* I’m on another level, people!

“Sorry For My Absence”

*Clears Cobwebs*

Oh my goodness, this one annoys me the most, and I pray I don’t become one who frequently says this line. People! I for one don’t always feel entitled to explanations for why you’ve been absent. Life happens, things occur! It’s okay! Explanations should only come when it’s been like 1 – 6 months of absence. THAT would be cause for worry and interrogations. 

If you are going to disappear for a bit and you know of this, just give us a heads up instead.

However, when you keep saying ‘clears cobwebs’ or ‘sorry for my absence‘ after like 1-2 weeks absence, it just gets boring (okay, this might be a valid apology if you post 7 times a week or something, but still, stahp!). I, as a self-appointed advocate for the cobwebs, demand you stop clearing us! Sure, I miss my favourite bloggers when they go silent, but when I get notifications of a new post from them I excitedly go and read, not always needing explanation. The abuse of this line needs to staaaahp!

Opening A Shop

And last but not the least, we set up shop. Of course, I’m not really complaining about this because I’m down for seeing my favourite bloggers glow & grow, making that coin!

It’s just funny how many people actually do this. It’s a great idea though, especially for style/fashion bloggers. It’s good to have a platform of people who trust you, then take advantage of that platform! 

As a matter of fact, I’m not huge but already established and co-owned ELCI (@elcithreads) before I started blogging. I also operate a mini-store called ‘Ginger.‘, maybe I’ll do a proper post introducing you to it and all. In the mean time, if you love a page with good graphics & a gorgeous Instagram theme, pretty good amateur product photography, a store which allows you to find cute stuff for your aesthetic (be it 90s, bohemian, grunge, chic etc.) at affordable prices, then follow @shopginger.ng! There’s discounts, and just a whole lot of cool stuff coming up! Show some love! 

Okay, now it just looks like I wrote this post to shamelessly advertise myself. I didn’t o! I just can’t help but talk about my little projects. 

Blogging is awesome. I don’t regret it at all, and if you can’t tell, I extremely enjoyed writing this post! Once in a while posts should have a laid back feel, you know? I’m still figuring out my blogging style anyway. So, based on these starter pack items, I present my blogger report card/blogger CV:

A blog signature (100%): Has a clean looking simple signature which has evolved.

A monthly life recap (100%): Has a segment called ‘Mind on the Month’.

Opening a shop (100%): Operates an online store called Ginger (@shopginger.ng)

An award nomination (100%): Nominated for Mystery & Sunshine Blogger Awards

Excessive apologies for absences (0%): Has not had any absences yet.

Did I miss anything? Do mention them in the comments! How many of these have you done? What does your blogger report card look like?

Are you even a real blogger If you don't do these? @thebloggerpoint @thebloggershub_ #bloggers Just a disclaimer, this post is just for the bants! Nobody should come for me, because I'm also making fun of myself! 

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