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Forever and Never

A/N: A long one because it was a fun one. My absolute favorite chapter!

Warnings: mentions of marijuana, rape, blood and violence

Word Count: 6135

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Six: The Breakfast Club

“What are you thinking about?”

“H-Huh? What do you mean?”

“You’re smiling for the first time today. What are you thinking about?”

“...Stan.”

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Apparently, I had slept through all of my alarms because when I awoke the next day, it was almost nine. Cursing aloud, I sprang out of bed and zoomed to my closet, ripping out any clothes I could find. Not having time to pull together something totally retro as per usual, I threw on a maroon hoodie, wedged into blue skinny jeans, and slipped on my white sneakers. I applied deodorant and stuck a piece of gum into my mouth before slinging my backpack on. The school was a fifteen-minute walk from my house. I was going to be so fucking late. I was skipping every other step on my way downstairs when I heard a voice call out to me.

“Whoa, you’re still here?”

On my right was Jacob, sitting in the living room and watching television. He stood from the couch and slowly approached me with a smirk. “What are you doing here still?”

“What are you doing here still?”

“I don’t have classes today, Bug,” He lightly teased before gently pushing me towards the door. “Let’s go before you miss anymore school. Hopefully, you don’t get detention.”

“I won’t, Jake.”

I did. As soon as I opened the door to my English class, all eyes were on me like a newcoming circus act. Ms Anderson’s eyes cut to me the second I stepped in and before I knew it, she was stomping towards me, gently ushering me out of the room with her. When we were alone, she crossed her arms and stared down at me. I felt like a child getting scolded for breaking an expensive vase or something. “(Y/N), this is your fourth tardy this month.”

“I know…”

“Is there something we need to talk about?”

There are so many things I need to talk about.

“No… I just… um… I-It’s been a rough few days…”

“Well, I would let this slide, but I’ve already broken the rules twice for you. I’m sorry, dear, but I’m going to have to give you detention. Okay?”

Dammit, Jake… “Okay, fine. Can I just go back to class now?” I sighed. My teacher nodded and opened the door for me. Stepping inside, I was met with the smiles of Dina, Stan and Ricky all directed towards me. I returned the smiles towards my two friends before taking my seat beside Dina. Throughout class, two eyes bore into the back of my head, and I tried my best not to turn and look at who they belonged to. He was catching on. On my way to choir, I heard Ricky calling out to me. He was pushing and shoving past students until he was by my side.

“Babe, what’s been going on with you?” He gently nudged me, but my eyes stayed trained forward. “Oh, so the silent treatment… Are you gonna tell me what I did or am I gonna have to figure it out?” Silence. “Right, okay. I get it. Hey, listen, when you’re out of your bitchy mood, make sure to come talk to me.” And with that, he turned and walked in the opposite direction. Letting out a breath, I slowed my pace along with the beat of my heart. I never wanted anyone to dictate the way I felt, the way my anxiety sky-rocketed when they were around. But it seemed I was letting Ricky do everything to me.

When lunchtime rolled around, I wanted nothing more than to eat my first meal of the day. All throughout English and choir, my stomach had been curling into itself and I felt stupid for not at least grabbing a granola bar before I left home. After grabbing my food, I joined Stan at a near-vacant lunch table. He had been mindlessly picking at his lunch when I sat across from him. “Good afternoon, beautiful.” I whispered. Hearing my voice, he didn’t need to look up.

“Hey, (Y/N)...”

“(Y/N)? Whoa, what’s wrong?”

“Uh, it’s just Syd. She won’t talk to me…”

A pang of jealousy went through my heart. Knowing we’d never talk about our kiss the other night didn’t prevent my wave of disappointment whenever he mentioned Sydney. I mean, how do you even kiss a girl and then talk about a totally different one days later? As much as I love Stan, he could be an idiot sometimes…

I hadn’t even noticed I was spacing out until his voice spoke loud enough for me to snap back into reality. He had been staring at me with raised brows, an expectant look on his face. “O-Oh, sorry… Uh, do you wanna hang out later? Like, when we get home?” I calmly asked, my eyes flickering to the fading bruise decorating his eye. He shifted in his seat and returned back to his lunch.

“Um… I’ll see.” He mumbled, my throat constricting at his words.

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Whitaker watched me like a hawk as I turned into the girls’ restroom.

“Don’t think I don’t know that trick, (Y/L/N)! You better get to the gymnasium as soon as you’re done!”

“Yes, sir.” I mumbled and closed the door behind me. To be honest, I didn’t think he knew that trick and was absolutely planning on spending the entirety of my detention in the restroom. Letting out a sigh, I leaned against the wall and texted Jacob.

Me: I got detention. Pick me up at 7 please?

Jake: Haha! I’ll be there, don’t worry

Jake: And don’t try hiding out in the bathrooms. Whitaker knows that trick

Me: Noted

Pocketing my phone, I pushed the door open and trudged to the gym. Even with the doors closed, I could hear Whitaker screaming at whoever else was inside. With a small groan, I lazily used my body to open one of the doors, the principal’s voice quieting as the screech of the hinges echoed throughout the room.

“Ms (Y/L/N), I would have thought that after getting detention for tardiness, you’d learn to be more punctual. Take a seat!” Whitaker boomed. Rolling my eyes, I moved over to the bleachers, surprised to see Sydney, Stan, Brad, Dina and… Jenny Tuffield.

I could be irritated with people all I wanted, but I never completely ignored or even spat insults or such at them, unless they truly did something to hurt me or the ones I care about. Hence the reason I ignore Ricky. But Jenny brought out a side of me I really despised. It was a side of myself that thought of the worst things to say and spewed them out without hesitation, resulting in a back-and-forth war between the two of us. It usually ended with death threats and flipping the birds to each other, but we’ve never physically fought. That could change one day, who knows? I could feel her sickening smirk as I passed her to sit in front of Stan, who looked bewildered to see that I was here with him in detention. I patted his knee before turning back to Whitaker, who had been waiting for me to do as I was told. Satisfied, he continued on.

“Now that you all are here,” He cut me a look. “I want you to take the next few hours and think about your mistakes. And carve out in your mind a plan for change. Determine how to improve yourselves. Define what the word ‘respect’ means to you.”

Get a job, dude…

“Now you can start by respecting this beautiful gymnasium. Between now and seven p.m., you’re gonna scrape up every goddamn piece of gum from the bleachers,” He stepped forward and slammed a box down in front of us, no doubt full of the tools needed for our manual labor. The six of us all rolled our eyes as Whitaker stepped back again. “Get started.”

“Uh, Mr Whitaker, sir,” I heard Stan from behind me. “Um… Will there be a break for snacks or dinner?”

Silence was his answer. Whitaker stared at Stan as if he’d just asked him to lick his shoes before exiting the gym. From behind me, I felt him lean forward towards Sydney, picking up on their very quiet and very short exchange.

“Hey, I’m really sorry-”

“No. I’m not talking to you, okay?”

Reaching over, I tugged on Stan’s jacket sleeve, the boy shuffling so that our faces were right beside each other. “What are you doing in here?”

“I called File a motherfucker.”

“You- What?”

“Okay,” Dina’s voice interrupted us, causing everyone to turn to her as she stood from her spot beside Brad. “I know none of us wanna be here right now, but I was thinking, if we divide and conquer the bleachers, maybe we could be done before seven and Whitaker will let us out early, so…” Her suggestion earned a smile from her boyfriend and a sarcastic remark from Jenny, who I nearly forgot even existed. She clapped her hands, everyone turning to her.

“Go team!” She mimicked your everyday cheerleader as Dina sat back down, a look of irritation on her face.

“I’m not a cheerleader.”

“Maybe you should be.”

“Maybe you should be in prison.”

“Ooh. That’s my wet dream…” She drawled out, running her tongue over her top teeth. I rolled my eyes and turned my head away.

“I don’t know, guys,” Stan spoke up. “This gum has been here for decades. I don’t think Whitaker actually checks. It’s just a social experiment, like a simulation.”

“Oh. Well, someone’s been smoking their supply.” Brad quipped. I narrowed my eyes and was about to give a sly remark when Jenny interrupted.

“You know what?” She whipped her body around to face us all, that wicked smile stretched across her face. “I have an idea. Why don’t we play Fuck, Marry, Kill?”

I couldn’t help myself. “What are you, thirteen?” I snarled. Our fellow delinquents stared between us with unease. “You say it like we’re about to huff some fucking gasoline. Are you supposed to be some kind of badass?”

Her eyes slid over to me, her grin widening. “Awe, Zip, I haven’t spoken to you in so long, I thought you died…”

“I wish you died…”

“So, who goes first?” Her head snapped towards everyone else, her finger moving towards each person in the room. “Eenie… meenie… miney… Brad.” She whispered out. Brad looked towards his girlfriend.

“Guess if I had to-”

“No. Not another word.” Dina shook her head.

“Oh, what about you, Miss Goody-Goody? Or are you too afraid to play?” Jenny gave a fake pout.

“Why would I be afraid?”

“Cool then. Fuck, Marry, Kill. Stanley Barber… Mr Whitaker… and… Syd.”

“Well, clearly, I’m killing Whitaker.”

“So are you gonna fuck Syd or marry her?”

Dina exhaled through her nose before looking to her right, eyes locking with Sydney. “Total life goal to marry your best friend, if Syd’ll have me.” She softly spoke, bringing a small smile to my face at their soft exchange. Of course, though, Jenny had to ruin it.

“Oh, so then it’s you and Stan in an all-day bone sesh. Ugh, you little slut.”

So over the sound of her fucking voice, I threw my head back in annoyance. “Jesus Christ, Jenny, you are so fucking boring!”

“No need to tell him about it,” She laughed tauntingly. “I’m guessing you wanna go next, since you got my attention. Or are you saving all of the sex and marriage for your little boyfriend?”

“Oh, bite me.”

“Ooh, where?”

Snapping, I slapped my hand down on the space beside me, my gaze set and locked on her. “No one gives a shit about you, Jenny!”

“And people care about you, Zip?! Where’s your fucking dad?!”

Fire in my eyes, I lunged towards her, but felt hands grabbing onto my shoulders and sitting me back down. The hands soothingly rubbed my arms as Jenny cackled. “Come on, (Y/N), it’s just all fun here… Now, for you, your very own Ricky Berry… Stan… and Dina.”

Scratching my cheek, I rolled my eyes so far back, I could feel them do a three-sixty rotation. “Fucking hell, you never give up. Fine, I’d marry Dina, fuck Stan, kill Ricky.”

Jenny lowly whistled as the hands on my arms slowly slid away. “But Zip, I thought you two were in love,” Her grin was something of evil as her brows bounced. “You guys had so much fun, fucking at his party. Oh! Or is it because you were drunk off your ass and he wasn’t?”

“Jenny, shut the fuck up-”

“No consent whatsoever… Boyfriend of the year…”

Having Jenny see me break down in front of everyone was not a moment in time I’d ever want to experience. She already got what she wanted, a reaction from me. She didn’t need a bonus. So, standing to my feet, I darted to the locker room, trying my best to block out Jenny’s laughing. I couldn’t help the tears that cascaded down my cheeks as I stood in front of one of the mirrors, hastily wiping them away.

Why are you letting her get to you? Why are you letting Ricky get to you? He can’t hurt you anymore, stop crying about it!

The creaking of the door sent my body into a stiffened, frozen state. That was, until I heard his voice, “Hey, lovely…” Turning my head to Stan, I sighed out.

“Hey, beautiful…” I sniffled as he made his way over to me. We stood in a comfortable silence, Stan understanding that I needed a moment to compose myself. “S-Sorry about that. You know I just fucking hate her guts-”

“No, I get it. We all hate her guts.” He cracked a smile. I quietly chuckled and stuffed my hands into my hoodie pockets. “Do you wanna talk about it, (Y/N)?”

“Not really… I don’t wanna think about it right now…”

“I know, but, like, it’s good to talk to someone about… you know, traumatic things that happen so it doesn’t bottle up-”

“Yeah, I know, Stan, I just can’t- I can’t think about it right now. We can do it, like, later… Not at school.”

He slowly nodded. “Totally. I understand. So… you ready to head back out? We’re not actually scraping gum. So we can just sit and talk.”

“I’d love to just sit and talk with you.”

Ten minutes later, everyone was spread out, Syd more than anyone. I had no idea where she’d gone, but apparently she stormed out shortly after I did. I guess Jenny knew how to get under everyone’s skin that day. Said girl was sitting against a brick wall away from the bleachers, where the other two pairs of us were. Brad and Dina were hugged up on each other, whispering into each other’s ears and quietly laughing. Stan and I were on the edge of the bleachers, the boy stretched across the one on the first level, and I on the second. As he fiddled with his rubix cube, my index finger reached out and gently traced his facial features. I started off with his brow, careful of his wound on the edge. It was clearing up and that caused a smile to appear on my face. Next, I let my fingertip brush across his lashes and he furrowed his brows, trying to focus on his cube. My finger then glided down the bridge of his nose. I quietly laughed when his eyes comically crossed to look at my finger. With a giggle, Stan jutted his chin upwards to gently kiss my fingertip. “Stop distracting me.”

My hand lazily dropped to his hair as I whispered out an apology. Not too long afterwards, I heard a voice quietly call out Stan’s name, but he was too fixated on his toy. My eyes looked to Sydney, who was standing in the doorway, desperately trying to get the boy’s attention. When she called out to him again, he actually looked at her. Looking between the two of us, she frantically motioned for Stan to come outside. When he only raised a brow, she did it again. Letting out a sigh, he wordlessly handed me his cube before sitting up and following Syd out of the gym, closing the door behind him to allow them privacy. Puffing out a sigh, I began playing with the multicolored cube in my hands. I never was very good with rubix cubes, my patience always ran too thin to finish them. That time didn’t seem to be an exception, either, because minutes in, I set it down and rested my head down to hopefully sleep off the rest of detention.

As I began to doze off, I heard the double doors screech upon Sydney’s arrival. She anxiously walked past me over towards the other side of the gym, where Dina and Brad had moved to suck face. I heard her call out to her friend a few times before she loudly spoke, “Look, Dina, I need a tampon right now.”

“Just dig in my bag.”

“I… I do need you, but for… but for something else.” She stuttered out. And with that, the two exited the gym. Suspicious about what my friends were plotting without me, I slowly sat up from my lying position and sat normally on the bleacher, waiting for one of them to come back. Hearing footsteps approach me, I knew it either had to be Brad or Jenny, and I was praying to the stars it was the former. As unusual as it sounded. The bleacher moaned under Brad’s weight as he sat beside me.

“Hey, Zip,” He greeted with a smile. I side-eyed him for a second before turning my gaze to my shoes. Scoffing, he shifted his legs. “You’re ignoring me now? Oh, come on. We’re friends, Zip. Good friends.”

“We are not friends, Bradley,” I almost laughed. “You’re friends with Ricky and I want nothing to do with him, so… I guess you know where the two of us stand.”

“Okay, well… Regardless, as Ricky’s best friend, I can say for him that what he did was fucked up. Right?”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Right! But listen, we all make mistakes, Zip. Ricky really loves you, you know that, right? He would never do anything to hurt you.”

I was silent for a bit, only to prevent myself from decking Brad in the nose. “Well, he clearly didn’t love me enough. Not enough to respect my right to consent-”

“Zip-”

“And you know what, Brad?” I slowly stood to my feet. “I’ve had enough of you defending everything he does! You can tell Ricky to get lost and leave me the hell alone!”

Before he could utter another word, I marched straight through the double doors. Three figures stood ahead, and I was more than ready to push past them, but I recognized each of them. Halting in my tracks, I saw Dina, Syd and Stan all nervously staring at me. Confused, I put my weight on both my feet. “Uh… what’s going on?”

Dina was the first to answer. “We… need your help distracting the janitor to get his keys.”

“W-What? Why?”

“Well, Stan and Syd hooked up in the library and got it on camera-”

“You guys hooked up again?” I turned to my best friend, who quickly turned to Sydney. She frowned and stood up straighter.

“You told her?”

“S-She’s my best friend! She tells me when she has sex!”

Widening my eyes, I let out a scoff. “I had sex, I don’t have sex.”

“Well, whatever, can you do it?” Sydney changed the subject. I looked between the three in confusion.

“Okay, but why me?”

“Because you have boobs. Like, a nice size.”

“Uh-”

“And,” Dina cut in. “Because you’re a great actress. The best out of all of us.”

My lips quirked up into a small smile, Dina satisfied that she boosted my confidence enough for me to accept. Lucky for them, my locker was just across from the gym, so I unlocked it and pulled out a spare tee. ‘Can’t seduce anyone wearing that’, Dina told me.

Shortly after, Stan and I were in a corner as I changed my top. He was nervously staring down at his shoes as I pulled my hoodie off. “I didn’t want you to be the distraction. Are you sure you’ll be okay doing this?”

“I’m not seducing him, Stan,” I chucked my hoodie towards him. He looked up to catch it, but as soon as his eyes raked over my almost bare chest, they darted downwards again. “That’s just a back-up plan.”

“O-Oh, okay…” He nodded as I pulled my shirt on.

Minutes later, I entered the classroom Carl the Janitor had been cleaning. He looked up at me and nodded. “Hey, (Y/N).”

“Hi, Carl. Listen. So, I kinda snuck out of rehearsal earlier and I need to get back into the auditorium. But guess what? The door’s locked. I really don’t want Ms Turner to find me out. Do you think you could help me? Please?” I tapped my fingertips together as he sighed.

“You know I can get in trouble doing that…”

“I-I know, but it would mean so much to me. I promise I won’t get you caught.”

“Well, what about the back entrance? She never locks those doors.”

He was right. Clearing my throat, I looked to the side. “W-Well, she did today…”

His eyes narrowed in suspicion for what felt like forever before relenting, handing his ring of keys over. “Okay, just get them back to me in twenty minutes.”

“You’re the best, thank you.” I grinned and stepped out of the room. Swinging around the corner, I found Dina and Syd waiting for me. Upon my arrival, they both grinned. “Nothing wrong with asking politely, ladies. We got less than twenty.” I cheekily smiled, handing the keys over to Sydney. Dina chuckled and crossed her arms as I took my hoodie from Syd and pulled it back on.

“So, what’s the plan?”

“The plan is quite simple.” Stan’s voice appeared as he approached us, two microwavable burritos in his hands.

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“First, we distract Whitaker with burritos. I’m gonna put these in the microwave and blast these bad boys up on high, and then…”

The explosion muffled by the closed door was enough to get Mr Whitaker rushing out of the teachers’ lounge. “What the hell- What the hell is goin’ on down there?! Jesus!”

“...Whitaker will hear it and come runnin’. When he takes off from the teachers’ lounge, the coast’ll be clear straight through to the principal’s office, and then we make our move.”

As the principal moved past the closet we were all hiding in, Stan slowly opened the door, giving the four of us the chance to run out. As Dina and I silently followed Whitaker, Stan and Syd headed towards his office, keys in the latter’s hands.

“Syd, you’re the key man… Key lady.”

“Wait, why am I the key lady?”

“Because you’re… good with your hands.”

“Ew.”

“Dina and (Y/N), you two are lookout. You keep eyes on Whitaker.”

I crouched down and peeked around the corner as Dina did the same right above me. Whitaker had just opened the door to the microwave, the smoke engulfing him as he coughed and fanned it away.

“The burrito bomb should keep him busy for awhile.”

The two of us watched in amusement as he grabbed the fire extinguisher from the fire emergency supplies and sprayed it into the closet.

“That man cannot resist a fire extinguisher, which will give us the time we need to get in. Burrito bombs are disgusting. Last time I set one off, my whole house smelled like bean farts.”

“True story.”

“Gross.”

Sooner than we expected, Whitaker took off from the crime scene in a hurried pace. Dina and I quickly rushed towards our friends, the girl waving her arms in the air as I readied the door to the closet for us.

“Anything goes wrong, lookout crew, you signal us… and everyone take cover.”

Once Stan and Syd noticed Dina, they scurried off down the hall to hide. I pulled Dina into the closet with me and silently closed the door as we crouched down.

“That is literally the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s fair. It’s totally fair. Can you think of a better one?”

…

“Our best hiding spot’s probably behind the trophy case. And we wait…”

A collective sigh of relief filled the closet as the savior ringing echoed through the halls.

“...for the smoke alarm. Which will buy us more time. Which we will need, because there are a shit-ton of keys. Like a metric shit-ton, it’s ridiculous.”

After our principal took off away from his office again, the closet door slowly creaked open as Dina and I watched Syd and Stan successfully enter the principal’s office.

“Once we’re in, we head straight for the security system in the closet. And that’s it!”

The smoke alarm cut off its insistent ringing within seconds. My heart thumped in my throat as Whitaker’s form stormed down the hallway, towards his office in angry strides. Thankfully, Syd and Stan ducked down before he caught sight of them. As soon as he passed us, I gently nudged Dina out of the closet. “Go create some big distraction that’ll lure him away,” I whispered under my breath. “I’ll keep him from the door.” I stood up straight as Dina nodded and silently hurried down the opposite end of the hall.

“Whatever you do, do not panic. Do not bail… or we are screwed.”

Whitaker was seconds from the door and I had yet to come up with a way to get him distracted again.

“Okay, but what happens if your plan goes to shit?”

Finding the key on his ring, he began jiggling it into the lock.

“It won’t.”

I stepped out of the closet, breathing labored in panic.

“But what if it does?”

When the lock sounded, I let out an ear-splitting scream that had Whitaker jumping three feet in the air. When his gaze settled on me, he marched my way, steam practically shooting from his ears. “(Y/L/N), what the hell is the matter with you?!”

“U-Uh- Uh, something happened down that way!” I blurted out, pointing down in Dina’s direction. His head followed my finger before it snapped back to me.

“Well?! What ha-”

A crash sounded.

“Improvise.”

The poor man shook his head in exhaustion. “I’m too goddamn old for this shit…” He whined before taking off down the hall, away from his office. Once the coast was clear, Syd and Stan peeked up, watching as I gave them a thumbs-up. They gratefully smiled my way before standing and finishing the job.

“And if all goes well, as it should, we grab the footage, our sexcapade remains private, and nobody gets expelled.”

My shoulders sagged as Sydney walked out of the office with Stan behind her, holding up the flashdrive in her hand.

“Let’s hope this shit works.”

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It totally worked. After our brilliant scheme, the four of us sat in front of the lockers to rest, my form sandwiched between Stan and Dina. He kissed the flashdrive and let out a breath. “Oh, I thought we were screwed…”

“We were screwed, but holy shit, we did it.” Dina quietly laughed along with the rest of us.

“Thank you guys,” Sydney smiled, the three of us turning to her. “Seriously.” She chuckled as I reached my hand over to Stan’s pocket. Catching onto what I was doing, he fished his case out himself.

“Wonderful idea, Nugget,” He pecked the back of my hand with his lips before I could move it away and slid a joint from his case. “Any takers?”

“You’re not serious.” Dina frowned as Stan took out his lighter. He nodded to her with furrowed brows.

“He is.” I grinned fondly at my best friend as he lit up the end of his joint and inhaled the smoke before handing it over to me. I happily accepted it and took a hit as Dina glanced around us, hoping no adults were around to witness the scandalous act. She choked out a laugh when Sydney accepted the joint from me.

“Since when do you smoke weed?”

Sydney slyly smiled and stretched the smoke over to her, my own hand taking it to give her better access. “Oh, come on, Dina. Everyone’s doing it. Don’t you wanna be cool like us?” We all giggled and watched as Dina hesitantly took a hit from the joint. Her own snorting encouraged our laughter to increase, the four of us blissfully unaware of what lay ahead of us just in the locker room down the hall.

We sat in that hallway for the next half hour, talking about everything and nothing as our time of release approached closer. When the joint was finished, we entered the gym to enjoy our fading highs in peace. Dina headed over to the bleachers, and Stan and I sat on the bench beside the locker room, as Sydney headed inside to use the bathroom. The two of us sat in a comfortable silence as he shifted the colorful columns of his cube. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, and soon after, I felt his head rest against mine. “So… are you gonna need a ride home?” He whispered.

“No. Jake is picking me up.”

“That’s good, that’s good. Um… now do you wanna talk about how you’re doing? I know that, like, we’re still in school and we’re not entirely alone, but I just wanted to see how you were after you had to-”

“I’m doing better,” I interrupted his rambling. “Thank you.”

His hands froze their fiddling before one shyly crept close to mine. I felt his fingers graze my thigh as he interlocked our fingers in a tight hold. “Of course, Nugget.” He muttered right as Dina walked to the door to the locker room, giving me a smirk before walking inside. Stan then held up his rubix cube and chuckled. “Wanna try and solve it together?”

“Oh, my god, yes.” I laughed. And with that, we were using our free hands to turn and shift the cube around, hushed laughter filling the gymnasium as we told each other ‘no, not that way’, ‘turn the blue one’, and ‘yeah, yeah, that one’ for the next minute and a half of peace. Once our time was up, the door to the locker room slammed open and a teary-eyed Dina stormed out, a frantic Brad behind her.

“Babe, wait, please. Syd’s lying, I swear to god! Please! She’s lying!” As Dina walked out of the gym, Whitaker walked in, watching her go. “You’re not seriously breaking up with me right now!”

“Hey! Which one of you punks eats burritos?” Our principal shouted, Stan and I stifling our laughter in each other’s hair and shoulder. “Alright, I don’t know what the hell went on tonight, but I wanna see everyone in my office first thing in the morning!” He gave us one last look before exiting again. As soon as he was gone, Brad turned to Syd with a clenched jaw.

“I offered you a truce, and you fucked it up. This is on you. You remember that.” He pointed at her before angrily stomping out. Stan and I detangled ourselves from each other as Jenny walked out of the locker room with crossed arms.

“Ah, another day in paradise,” She looked between the three of us as her smile faded. “So, you guys wanna get wasted?”

I scoffed. “Fuck off, Jenny.”

Waving Stan and Syd goodbye minutes later, I joined Jacob in his car. He smiled over at me as I clipped my seatbelt on over myself. “So? How boring was it?”

“Oh, a total fucking snoozefest.” I rolled my eyes, my cousin chuckling and pulling off towards our home. Halfway through the car ride, I heard him turn down his music and sigh.

“Bug, what’s going on with you?”

“Huh?” I turned to him with raised brows.

“You’re… You’re different. You’re quiet, you skip dinner sometimes, you’re sleeping in. You never do that, especially the quiet part. Jesus, you’re so loud-”

“Okay, asshole, I get it!” I laughed quietly before going completely silent again. Not realizing I proved his point, I jumped when he poked my arm.

“See? Something’s wrong with you. What is it? Is it Ricky?”

“I-” I don’t know why I wanted to keep the whole situation a secret. Things like this needed to come into light and Ricky deserved to be exposed. Sensing my hesitancy, Jacob nodded.

“There we go. What did he do this time? Did he forget an anniversary? No? Did he… cheat?” Silence. “Did he do worse?” My eyes darted away. “(Y/N), did he do worse…?”

“I don’t know if I should say, Jake-”

“You absolutely should say it, (Y/N). Did he hit you?”

“No.”

“No? Did he… you know, touch you?” His tone softened as tears welled up in my eyes. “Bug, what happened…?”

“H-He raped me…” I cried and covered my face. “I got drunk on his birthday and he took advantage of it. A-And then he lied and said we were both drunk. B-But everyone else said he wasn’t even drunk.”

A beat of silence passed before the roar of the engine slid in pitch. I looked up at the houses and street signs that flew past us in a blur. “J-Jake, what are you doing?!”

“We’re gonna pay Ricky a visit.”

Before I knew it, we were in front of Ricky’s house. Jacob silently released himself from his restraint and exited the car. I sunk down in my own seat as I watched Ricky walk out of his home and towards his car. Upon seeing Jacob, he happily waved, but his smile vanished when Jacob decked him in the face so hard he fell to the ground. My breathing sped up as I jumped out of the car, speeding over to the two. “Jake! Stop!” I screamed as he straddled Ricky, landing punch after punch on his face. Ricky cried out and tried to push him off, but it was no use. Jacob was so much stronger than him. I knew pulling on him and screaming at him would do nothing, so I looked up and turned all around, watching as some neighbors peeked out their windows and front doors to watch the scene unfold. When I heard a crunch, I whipped back towards them and almost hurled at the bloodied mess that was Ricky’s face. “Jake, come on!” I screamed and pulled him off.

Stumbling to his feet, Jacob grabbed Ricky by his collar and lifted him close. “I don’t ever wanna see you near her. I don’t wanna hear that you spoke to her, I don’t even wanna know that you looked at her,” He growled, Ricky frantically nodding. “Don’t ever associate yourself with my sister ever again or I will make sure your eyes are swollen shut next time. Got it? Got it?!”

“Yes.” Ricky wheezed out before he was dropped to the ground.

“We’re going home, Jake! Jake, let’s fucking go home!” I screamed and ran to his car, getting in the driver seat. Chest heaving, he strode back over to the car and got in the passenger seat, sighing heavily as I drove away, leaving behind a groaning Ricky. I hadn’t even noticed his bloodied and bruised knuckles until I parked the car. Like a worried mother, I helped him out and over to the front porch.

“Hey, lovely!” I heard Stan call out. Looking up, I saw that he and Syd were just about to enter his house. “Do you wanna-”

I fished out my keys and hurriedly unlocked the door, pushing my cousin inside and shutting the door behind us. After ordering him into the bathroom, I found some bandages and hydrogen peroxide and joined him inside. The next few minutes were spent in silence, save for the soft hisses that escaped him when I dabbed the chemical onto his cuts. As I wrapped his hands, I felt his eyes on me. “(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“If he tries anything ever again, tell me immediately.”

“I know.”

“I’m serious,” He ducked his head down to meet my eyes, his own shining with unshed tears. “I promise you, he won’t lay a finger on you as long as I’m around.”

Setting down the blood-covered cotton ball, I nodded and allowed my lip to quiver.

“I know.”

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Taglist: @nate-isnt-great @sapphicsyn @stqnley @lonely-kermit @a-t-h-r-e-e-n-a @moatsnow

#i am not okay with this #ianowt #ianowt x reader #stanley barber #stanley barber x reader #wyatt oleff #wyatt oleff x reader #i am not okay with this x reader #ianowt fanfic #ianowt stanley barber #forever and never

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bloededhoine · 3 years

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okay i saw this trend going around and decided to give it a try: making my sister vibe check the witcher characters!

warning: she's really mean

machacho (what the fuck kind of name is that?)

buff. everyone knows it bc he enters a room by groaning loudly and complaining about “wow it’s so hard to bench press 500 lbs like wow i wish i could just do like 110 and get a workout but im so buff I can’t smh”. lowkey hated by everyone but still gets the ladies. 100% would ditch you in the morning and then forget he fucked you and try to hit on you in two months if you had different hair. alcohol. 1/10 sorry (you should be you bitch that's my husband)

henrietta

gives off super bitch energy. but not always a bitch. also she loves that her reputation is that she’s a bitch. but a serious badass. could kill you. if you fucked her and like ran out in the morning she’d find u and cut ur dick off (accurate). but also can be a pussy ngl (you are what you eat ig). she’s like either a bitchy simp or an independent badass. no in between. 4/10 (why 4/10 that's so low what the fuck?)

josh

john paul jones is his style inspiration (???). wack. broods for fun. if he’s brooding don’t interrupt. can’t deal with emotions. like seriously dude plz go to therapy (true). but he’d rather die than admit he needs help emotionally. thinks he wants a girlfriend and when he gets one he bolts immediately bc commitment issues. then lowkey feels bad and wonders why it keeps happening. see again: go to therapy 6/10

brad

really good at commanding armies. really bad at emotions. he’s great at winning wars but still can’t grasp that human life is...ahem...valuable. like would be confused why ppl were mad if he sent all his soldiers to their death if they ended up winning the battle (ok of everyone on this list he looks LEAST like a soldier whatttttt). 3/10

broderick

acts tough. lowkey a softie but doesn’t know how to be. emotionally stunted. thinks peak flirting is like punching women (JAJSJDJD). loves playing mario kart and would 100% destroy the console if he lost. absolutely loves beer. like beer is his best friend (beer and dandelion). not great with money. but again, he really does want to be nice he just legit has no clue how. also his friends aren’t exactly helpful in that department (his friends are idiots so yeah). 6/10

triss lite (THATS SO FUCKING RUDE)

mean but tough. like super tough. could cut you. drinks misogynist’s tears for breakfast. absolutely hates the patriarchy. not great on racism tho (???). gets into trouble bc she sometimes forgets that she doesn’t need to be mean around people who like aren’t misogynists. like will sometimes say really mean shit to her friends and then they get hurt. cannot apologize. like cannot. 5/10

joker (i mean... yeah)

dumb. and annoying. like he pisses me off. i don’t like him. not like a mean person just fucking annoying. like bro shut up. would not think sexism, homophobia or racism exist. not because he’s a sexist, homophobe, or racist. but bc he’s just really dumb. 2/10 (finally some good fucking analysis)

angie

feminist icon. but lowkey a man hater. it’s iconic tho we forgive it. would rather die than be in a relationship with a man. does not know fear. 100% carries ninja stars wherever she goes and is freakishly good at wielding them (it do be kinda canon tho). her fav pastime is going to bars and getting guys to buy her drinks. then when they go to talk to her she throws the drink in their faces. intimidating with good reason 8/10

stupid face (THATS UNCALLED FOR WHAT THE FUCK)

cannot bathe. does not know hygiene. super powerful tho. but like when u enter his castle it just smells so fuckin bad (what??). people are scared of him but they shouldn’t be. he’s a pussy. cannot command an army at all (yeah). literally would cry if someone tried to fight him 0/10

chad

loves frats. like thinks they’re the cornerstones of America. 100% thinks spain is the same thing as mexico. ceo of “I can’t be misogynistic my girlfriend is a woman”. but doesn’t have a girlfriend. just one night stands. would def has a note on his phone ranking the girls he sleeps with and doesn’t refer to them by name. just like “long legs, c cup 6/10” (EXCUSE YOU HE DRINKS HIS RESPECT WOMEN JUICE BY THE GALLON). got the scar bc he tried to be an asshole to angie (GOT THE SCAR CAUSE HIS DAUGHTER IS KINDA A DEMON). -1000/10

hit the 10 image limit but let me know if you want more!

#she did eskel absolutely dirty #the witcher #witcher humor #eskel #lambert #philippa #philippa eilhart #roche #vernon roche #olgierd von everec #wild hunt #blood and wine #hearts of stone #gen tag #vibe check tag #mine #haven't got a fucking queue

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gcllowcys · 3 years

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new york’s very own lydia galloway was spotted on broadway street , with a striking semblance to victoria pedretti ! you may know them as @galloways or hitting the front page of tmz as LYDIA GALLOWAY PROFESSES LOVE FOR ADAM SANDLER FOR 15 MINS ON INSTA LIVE … AGAIN. according to tmz , you just had your twenty-third birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being facetious , but also ardent . things that would paint a better picture of you would be small, inconsequential stick and pokes , bumming cigarettes off of others after swearing cold turkey the night before , drinking $11 smoothies that taste like someone’s backyard all because you saw gwenyth paltrow drink one . ( cisfemale + she/her )

hi hello !!!�� my name is barb and this is my 2nd time around in wealthyhq. v excited 2 be back, v excited to write with everyone !!! this is gonna be uber short bc i have work in less than an hr and yeah , pls message me or like this to plot and i hope y’all like this dumbo !!!

lydia is frm brooklyn and yeah ,,, the accent is there you won’t have 2 guess on that one. her parents are very big in the entertainment industry as her mother is a hotshot producer who’s worked for all the big directors and her father is on the same level as brad pitt. she’s met brad pitt, gr8 guy

growing up she NEVER wanted 2 be apart of the spotlight it scared her like no other. she saw how pushy the paparazzi could be, how ugly the haters were. lydia made sure to make it clear with her family that she never ever wanted to be famous. her parents obliged by her wishes and kept her out of the limelight. due to this, she was able to go wherever and do whatever she wanted. there was an occasional camera pushed in her face, but she lived a really normal childhood.

when she graduated frm high school, she went to college 4 graphic design but eventually dropped out to help her friend with his streetwear brand. his famous friends became her friends and the more and more they posted photos with her on insta or mentioned her in a tweet, the more the internet got nosy on who she was. “is that ur new gf?”, “who is she?”, “uhhh that lowkey looks like the girl from hill house wtf”; the attention was growing and it didn’t get any better once she started to date one of the fuckboys in their ever-growing social circle.

being the girlfriend of an up and rising singing heartthrob wasn’t as bad as dating someone who was already established in the entertainment industry, but his fans were about as loyal as could be. it seemed half adored her while the other wanted her out of the picture. with every “STEP ON ME!!!!” comment there were five d3@th threat comments to follow. the wild scary fans eventually calmed down once they became more established as a couple, but lydia could never shake the anxiety that followed.

as her and her beau broke up this year (many speculate it was due to him never standing up for her, which it definitely played part, but it was mainly due to a drunken night of her sobbing and screaming how they just didn’t work), the fanbase she accumulated over the years never died down. while she was just arm candy for the famous or their “strange new friend”, she was making her own come-up happen behind the scenes. was she subconsciously using them? YES, but no one gotta say it like that!!! her new clothing brand, Dog Eat Dog Co., has gained a cult following. many celebrities alike have been seen wearing her clothes, which is just the start for her.

PERSONALITY

def still working on that for her, but off her own online presence, she exudes that “cool girl” lifestyle that many people essentially just assume is how she is irl. which, SURE, she can come off that way, but lydia is much more complex than that. she’s super shy, reserved which could come off bitchy to people but in reality, she’s a big ol’ scaredy cat. she’s extremely goofy and is always making her friends laugh. she has rose-colored lenses for people and is always letting the wrong people in. she’s great and dumb and everything in-between!!!

rn she’s trying to coming to terms that she is a big bumbling lesbian but it’s also very scary to her and pls don’t ask for opinions on boys bc she will stutter her way into a different topic.

does she have mommy issues due to her only wanting to drink when she was home which wasn’t often essentially leaving lydia feeling unloved by her? umm yeah :) don’t point it out she will cry :)

as for connections, i love everything and anything okay loves it !!! ttyl beautiful peoples !!!

#wealthyhq:intro #umm lets see here #anxiety tw #mom issues tw #adam sandler mention tw

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nitrateglow · 4 years

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Favorite film discoveries of 2019

Every year, my new-to-me favorites list always shocks me in some way. This year, the sheer amount of movies made in the 2010s on display is INSANE by my standards. Of course, most of the modern movies here are throwbacks or tributes to older styles of cinema, so maybe it’s not that shocking in the long run.

Another running trend this year: movies that are old but not as dated as we would wish. Many of the older films here deal with xenophobia and political strife in ways that still feel shockingly prescient today-- the more things change...

ONCE UPON A TIME... IN HOLLYWOOD (DIR. QUENTIN TARANTINO, 2019)

I never thought the day would come where my favorite movie of the year would actually be made after the 1970s, let alone by Quentin Tarantino. Then again, this movie is all about the end of Old Hollywood as well as a big love letter to the 1960s, so maybe it’s not that shocking a state of affairs. I adored this movie, the level of detail, the laidback yet elegaic vibe, the comedy and the relationships between all the characters. It was one of those movies where I loved even the scenes where nothing seems to be happening at all-- I mean, who knew Brad Pitt feeding his dog and watching TV could be entertaining?? But it is and I can't wait to see this one again!

INTENTIONS OF MURDER (DIR. SHOHEI IMAMURA, 1964)

Intentions of Murder has an insane premise, one that runs the risk of being tasteless: a housewife in a miserable, exploitative marriage is raped by a sickly burglar during a home invasion. Even worse, she can’t shake him, as he’s suddenly infatuated and wants her to run away with him to the city. And weirder still: her current existence is so miserable that she’s TEMPTED. While abuse and rape are grim subjects for any story, Intentions is actually about a woman coming into her own and finally standing strong against all these men trying to use her. It’s a weird blend of drama and dark comedy, a truly savage satire on patriarchy and class-snobbery.

JOKER (DIR. TODD PHILLIPS, 2019)

I went into this movie expecting to think it was overhyped and when I first left the theater, I was all ready to say “it’s good but not THAT good.” But it ended up haunting me for weeks afterward, and I found myself thinking about how everything just tied up so well together, from the grotty urban hellscape which serves as the setting to Phoenix’s brilliant performance. It reminded me a lot of A Clockwork Orange in how intimate it lets you get to this violent man while never pretending he is someone to be glamorized or imitated.

SIMON (DIR. MARSHALL BRICKMAN, 1980)

How do I even describe Simon? Alan Arkin is brainwashed by a group of overpaid intellectuals into believing he is descended from an alien toaster. Then he gets a messiah complex and starts gathering disciples as he rails against television, condiment packets, and muzak. It’s a little uneven at times, sure, but the satire is really inspired. The whole thing is like a combination of Mel Brooks, Stanley Kubrick, and Woody Allen’s styles, and it is quite hilarious for those who thrive on cult oddities.

PEEPING TOM (DIR. MICHAEL POWELL, 1960)

Though it came out the same year as Hitchcock’s Psycho and has been nearly as influential for horror cinema, Peeping Tom remains underseen by everyone save for film theorists. And what a shame that is, because this movie is more frightening than Psycho. Sure, that may be because Psycho is so predominant in popular culture and just so influential that it no longer has the same shock value, but there’s something about Peeping Tom that gets under my skin, something sad, even disgusting. I felt dirty after watching it-- and this is 2019!

MIDNIGHT MARY (DIR. WILLIAM WELLMAN, 1933)

Loretta Young got one of her juiciest roles in this pre-code crime drama. Her Mary Martin is more than just a good girl forced into criminal circles-- she’s a complicated creature, compassionate and desperate and lonely and bitter and sensual all at once. This movie is a fast-paced, beautifully filmed ride, cloaked in that Depression-era cynicism that makes pre-code Hollywood of such interest to movie geeks the world over.

WILD BOYS OF THE ROAD (DIR. WILLIAM WELLMAN, 1933)

Wild Boys of the Road is a quintessential Depression-era movie, relentless in its bleakness and rage. That the main characters are all starving kids only looking for work makes their struggles all the harder to watch. William Wellman is quickly becoming one of my favorite directors: his gritty style and compact storytelling are just perfect for a ripped-from-the-headlines drama such as this. And the “happy” ending has one little moment that just knocks any smile you have right off your mug. Absolutely see this.

THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING, THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING (DIR. NORMAN JEWISON, 1966)

Sometimes, when you watch a movie only because a favorite actor is in it, you get subjected to pure trash like Free and Easy (oh, the things I do for Buster Keaton). Other times, you get cute gems like The Russians are Coming, The Russians are Coming, which, as you probably guessed, I mainly sought out for Alan Arkin. But the whole movie is hilarious, the best kind of farce comedy, populated by enjoyable characters and a sweet-tempered humanism that grounds the wackiness. While a little overlong, this movie is quite underrated-- and sadly, its satire of American xenophobia and Cold War panic is not as dated as we would like to believe.

ALL THE PRESIDENT’S MEN (DIR. ALAN J. PAKULA, 1976)

Who knew a political thriller where most people know the twist could be so intense and riveting? It’s about as nonsensical as feeling suspense when you watch a movie about the Titanic and hope the boat won’t sink-- but damn, it’s magical. All the President’s Men is real white-knuckle stuff, with Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman projecting both youthful excitement and deep panic as they proceed with their investigation. It scarcely seems to have aged at all.

WHISPER OF THE HEART (DIR. YOSHIFUMI KONDOU, 1995)

There’s a scene near the end of Whisper of the Heart where the protagonist Shizuku shows the finished first draft of her fantasy novel to her first reader, the grandpa of one of her schoolmates. She weeps because it isn’t the perfect image she had in her head, despite how hard she worked on it, but the old man tells her that it takes polishing and discipline to make the work come to its full potential. Few movies about artists are so honest about how hard it can be, how unsupportive others can be in their demand that everyone be “practical.” As a writer who struggles to create and constantly doubts herself, this movie spoke strongly to me. I recommend it to any creative person.

THE PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE (DIR. BRIAN DE PALMA, 1976)

I’d been wanting to see this movie since my high school phan days. Holy crap, is it WEIRDER than I could have ever imagined, a true camp masterpiece. I’m shocked it was never tuned into a stage show actually, but then again, we would miss those trippy camera angles and we wouldn’t have Paul Williams as one of the greatest villains of all time.

DUEL (DIR. STEVEN SPIELBERG, 1971)

When people talk about the best movies made in the “Hitchcock without Hitchcock directing” tradition, why is Duel so seldom mentioned? The scene in the cafe, packed with paranoid tension and tense camerawork, alone should qualify it. Duel is most known as the movie which put the young Steven Spielberg on the map. It’s quite different from his later work, grittier and less whimsical for sure. Even the ending seems almost nihilistic, depending on how you view it. But damn, if it isn’t fine filmmaking.

CAROL (DIR. TODD HAYNES, 2015)

This gorgeous throwback to Douglas Sirk melodramas is also one of the best romantic movies I’ve seen in a while. Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara have the sweetest, tenderest chemistry-- it was like seeing Lauren Bacall and Audrey Hepburn as love interests in a film. Unlike Sirk, there is little in the way of ripe melodrama here-- everything is underplayed, aching, mature. And I can say this is an adaptation that is better than the source book: it just feels so much warmer.

12 ANGRY MEN (DIR. SIDNEY LUMET, 1957

All I can say is that this was every bit equal to the hype. Common movie wisdom says people sitting and talking in a room is going to be boring on film, but movies like 12 Angry Men prove this is not so when you’ve got an excellently tense atmosphere, an inspired script, and a stable of fine actors to work with. Like The Russians are Coming, the Russians are Coming, this movie has not significantly aged-- much to society’s discredit.

A STAR IS BORN (DIR. GEORGE CUKOR, 1954)

Another movie I went into not expecting to love as much as I did. When movies from the 20s or 30s tended to get remakes in the 1950s, I always find them too garish and big, victims of glossy Cinemascope and overlong runtimes. Compared to the lean 1937 classic original, I expected sheer indulgence from this three-hour remake. Instead, I got my heart torn out all over again-- the longer runtime is used well, fleshing out the characters to a greater degree. Judy Garland and James Mason both give what might be the best efforts of their respective careers, and the satire of the celebrity machine remains as relevant and scathing as ever.

BLANCANIEVES (DIR. PABLO BERGER, 2012)

Oh, it feels like this movie was made for me specifically. It’s shot in gorgeous, expressionistic black-and-white. It’s set in the 1920s. It’s a clever adaptation of a classic fairy tale. It’s as funny and charming as it is bittersweet and macabre. Instead of more superhero movies, can we get more neo-silent movies like this? PLEASE?

THE FAVOURITE (DIR. YORGOS LANTHIMOS, 2018)

I’ve heard The Favourite described as a “bitchy lesbian Shakespeare play,” but this description, while a little true in terms of general tone, does not get to the heart of what makes this film brilliant. More than love or sex, this movie is about power-- particularly the corrupting influence of power. And it corrupts not only morals but love itself. Innocents become Machiavellian schemers. Lovers become sadomasochistic enemies. Good intentions turn to poison. This certainly isn’t a happy movie, but it is moving and, strangely enough, also hilarious. I was reminded of the chilly, satirical world of Kubrick’s Barry Lyndon more than once-- and for me, that is not a bad movie to be reminded of.

ON THE WATERFRONT (DIR. ELIA KAZAN, 1954)

Another classic that’s been on my list forever that I was delighted to find worthy of its reputation. It’s a classic tale of redemption and social justice, perfectly acted and shot. While I still prefer A Streetcar Named Desire as far as Kazan is concerned, this might be a better movie in the objective sense. Actually, more than even Brando, Karl Malden is the acting highlight for me-- he plays a priest torn between staying silent or truly speaking for the Gospel by demanding justice for the poor parish he serves. Just brilliant work.

KLUTE (DIR. ALAN J. PAKULA, 1971)

A perfect thriller, just about, and a great example of the “NYC is hell on earth” subgenre of the 1960s and 1970s. Jane Fonda is a revelation: she feels so real, not at all like a starlet trying to seem normal if you know what I mean.

KISS KISS BANG BANG (DIR. SHANE BLACK, 2005)

As far as subversive noir goes, this is the most entertaining. I would put it up there with The Big Lebowski as far as goofy takes on Raymond Chandler are concerned-- I don’t even really know what to make of it, but I laughed my ass off anytime I wasn’t going “WHAT???”

What were your favorite film discoveries in 2019?

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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Terrible Thing

A/N: So before you start with this fanfiction you shall know a few thing, first of all: this is my first time writing a (MichaelXReader) story, so I am still trying to find my style, so suggestions are very much appreciated if you have some, although I would prefer if they were worded nicely and with kindness.

Also to this entire mess: English is not my first language, so if you see anything that isn’t right, I am sorry, I am trying to do better and learn from mistakes.

Final disclaimer and then I will finally leave you to the story: this is an AU to the original content, in which the Hawthorne boys are staying over at Robinchaux (for you know... educational purposes...) so that is all and I will take my leave and leave you to enjoy this little piece...

SUMMARY: Boys will be boys, but then girls shall be girls and take their revenge and when one specific warlock we all know decides to do prank another witch... well he is about to learn that a scorned woman is the most dangerous beast of them all (Also, little suggestions: if you want to feel the full extense of this...listen meanwhile reading to “Terrible Things” by AG & Brad Gordon).

WORDS: 3,6

WARNING: There is no sex, but there is a bit foreplay and dirty talk, alongside a good amount of nudity so... you better read this in your room, alone...

“BOYS WILL BE BOYS”

… then girls will be girls…

She honestly couldn’t believe that she was now standing in front of a mirror, letting Myrtle handle a pair of scissors near her hair, since a big piece of chewing gum was stuck in there, since Michael Langdon had thought it would be a fun way to use it to get her to finally cut her long mane.

And although she had never been a girl to cry for her hair (not something to be ashamed really, but she thought that in the end “they would have grown out”) she was honestly pissed for the prank which ended badly for her and would soon end badly for Michael.

Myrtle would have to lock down every weapon, and maybe put a few spells of protection on Michael, meanwhile he stayed over at Robinchaux.

-… all done, sweet thing! – chirped the red-haired witch, who lovingly patted her shoulder to sign that they were done and that she had to get her lovely ass off her chair.

And finally (Y/N) met the mirror, watching a (Y/N) with shorter hair, a sight she better gets used to.

-Thank you, Myrtle, you saved my face and Langdon from being burned alive- she mumbled, passing a hand through the hair both to caress the newfound softness and make sure it was her hair, still, although she seemed a stranger in the mirror.

-If it had been Madison, I would be worried about him being burned alive, with you…- and Myrtle lowered to speak next to her ear -… I expect something more, my little witch-.

And they smirked heavily at their newest reflections.

She had never been one to approve the “boys will be boys” thing, since not only it was misogynistic and completely wrong, but it was something that was applied at every age of boy, no matter if they were younglings or full grown-up men.

But what bothered her even more was the “he keeps on pulling your braid, because he likes you” mentality, because men needed to learn better ways to talk to women, without hurting them or making them feel inferior just for the sake of their own insecurity.

So, she had to teach Michael a lesson, one that would gently tell him not to fuck with her… or there would be consequences.

The plan wasn’t that easy to conjure: if Michael Langdon could be an arrogant student, but he was no fool and any invite or try for seduction would probably let him smell the danger of the situation, but not if he was intoxicated in the fumes of alcohol and he thought his prey was in the same condition.

She brushed her hair, letting Zoe help her curl it (she was too scared to burn her ears) meanwhile she searched Madison’s wardrobe for a “fuck-me” dress, knowing she wouldn’t mind, mostly if she never knew it was her who took it, settling on one that, although it was a bit prudish for Madison it was perfect for her, since Michael would be pretty aware if she walked in with a dress fit with a slit and a huge show of cleavage.

She went for a sheer bodycon dress with lace inserts, but conservative cuts on both her legs and her cleavage, reserving all the fun in the backside of the dress, showing a huge and deep “v” cleavage, although with a jacket nothing was shown, but with no hair to cover it it was very evident, highlighting her silhouette.

She had added a bit of make-up, but the center of it had been the bold red lip (“Outlaw” by “Kat Von D”, her favorite one).

And when she was ready, she decked herself in the elegant coat she owned, hoping it might seem expensive enough for the club Hawthorne had visited since they had started staying over at Robinchaux, a gentlemen’s club, whatever that meant.

She honestly didn’t think it was a stripper club or anything related, since the guys didn’t come home smelling of shitty perfumes and still pursued the girls as if they were the only in the world, alongside the fact that teachers weren’t asked to accompany them.

And when she entered it she was surprised by the elegant atmosphere and the waiter asked to take her coat, smiling sweetly but also clearly wondering what the heck was a girl doing here, mostly a clothed woman, since the ones that were there were pretty undressed, serving the men with only lingerie, elegant lingerie.

She should have thought also about that (but at least her panties and bra were matching).

-Looking for someone? – asked the confused waiter and she looked around till she found the trademark blonde curls.

-Found him, now if you excuse me…- she tried to walk seductively in the pumps she wore (stolen from Madison, although she thought that maybe her high-heeled boots would have worked better) feeling his gaze settle on her, but she gave him no mind, looking instead at the table behind theirs, and then faking surprise at the Hawthorne boys who called her name, meanwhile he just kept on his gaze on her body.

“Oh, guys… I didn’t see you there” she joked, meanwhile a few guys on the other side of Michael moved in order for her to move in with them, immediately the guy closest to her wrapped an hand around here shoulder and she fought the impulse to throw it off.

“We come here each night, (Y/N)” mumbled Michael, but she gave it not too much thought, faking of not having heard nothing, meanwhile those famous women in lingerie asked her what she would like to drink.

“What about tequila shots?” the quickest way to get drunk and the funniest way.

“Only if you let us do body shots” commented another Hawthorne boys, and she giggled to masquerade the embarrassment.

“Sorry, guys, but my dress is too expensive but who wants a dance after I am done with the shots?”.

Everyone raised their hands, probably already thinking about their own fantasy of her, naked and at their mercy.

Had they known that she had actually thought this a bit too much, already pushing protection spells on herself and her body, shielding her from any attack of drugs or magic and being a straight up better mage than anyone in Hawthorne, except Michael, she knew they would work.

She only started dancing with Michael after her fifth shots (thanks to the spell she wasn’t getting intoxicated but her liver would kill her for all the amount of alcohol) and her fifth dance partner, everybody had somehow groped her just to feel his hand immediately burn (sorry guys you know how this protection spells are…).

He looked at her benevolently like a teacher with a child, and she played dumb when he asked what she was doing here.

“Just looking for fun, Michael” and then she had hooked her fingers in his bow (they had come in their uniforms and she honestly didn’t understand how all the waitress couldn’t laugh at it, but she guessed they were paid enough just to smile and follow the clients orders , did a female version of this even exist?) “You, boys, are not the only on who can enjoy a night out”.

And she turned around, ignoring him, but keeping her body on his, meanwhile she left a hand go through her hair, as if to show him “his work of art”: no chewing gum anymore and a few inches less.

She also knew she was showing him her slender neck, clearly a perfect place where anybody could place kisses, and he took the hint swiftly.

She moaned at the sensation of his cold lips against it (he had been eating the ice in his drink) and he could feel it by the way she arched, and was focused on getting more out of her, scraping with just the right amount his teeth on her skin.

For a moment, she thought it was honestly the best sensation she had ever felt, but then she thought that it might have been more satisfying seeing her revenge all work out perfectly.

So, she turned around, letting the hair fall back to her neck, before showing them away from her face with a quick gesture of her neck.

“Didn’t think that somebody as distinguished as you might join us here?” and he placed his hand on her hips, getting a curious glance from her “I thought you were lost when I saw you walking here, missed the bus for the library?”.

He wasn’t totally convinced of her seduction, clearly a bit distrusting of the entire pin-up look, meanwhile she thought what might convince him.

“And when are you going to push out the broom in your ass?” she replied, keeping the charm on and falling back in her previous persona (the bitchy and tough witch, fighting with Michael for the spotlight) which took him by surprise, but then she slipped again in the glam and shy girl of the night “… you are always wound up so tight”.

And she proceeded to reach his shoulder, rubbing them slowly, maintaining eye-contact with him, before moving to lean forward, clearly aiming at his lips but then ultimately going for his ear.

“A good fuck would help you” and then they were in his room, suddenly.

They had danced for a long time at the club, till he had seemed enough satisfied of the teasing and after she had drowned two other drinks, giggling at how he had swiftly and magically transported them in his room after a few too many times she had accidently grinded against his hard length which was pushed against her ass.

And she faked not noticing it, taking in his elegant guest room, which he didn’t share with anyone (a fact which had annoyed her from the start; witches didn’t have single rooms, but he got one… why? Just because he was so special?).

And she was honestly surprised by how elegant and definitely not messy it was but he didn’t seem to care about it as he pushed her against the door, knocking a little picture of the wall, but being enough nice to shield her head from the impact with his arm, before attacking her neck, which she exposed to him, meanwhile she moved her hands in his hair, messing them and feeling a kind of satisfaction knowing he took so much time to get them ready just for them to be smashed away from the hand of a “snobbish and with no taste for fashion whatsoever” witch (his words not hers).

Then their lips met, for the first time in the entire night, and she honestly forgot for a moment what the plan was, lost in the softness of Michael’s lips and the way he elegantly moved next to her, with a calmness that she wouldn’t have thought belonged to him, as if he was kissing him reverently and shyly, asking for constant consent.

And then he let her breath again, again focusing on her neck, with a lot of attention to try to mark her, till she pushed him even farther from her.

“Sweetie, no marks, or people will start wondering” she honestly didn’t want marks on her neck to ruin her plan, but also she would have literally given her soul to feel Michael’s lips on every inch of her.

She wasn’t attracted to him, it was just a reaction of her body, she tried to reason with her body, hoping it was not too lost on lust.

“Let them wonder” and he made a move to duck her hands and go back to his artwork, stopped this time by magic.

“I think it is stupid and animalistic, but if you want… you can leave them under my clothes” and she slowly unzipped the lateral zip of the dress, before letting it flow on the floor, standing in only her underwear, looking at him straight in the eyes and hoping no nervousness was being shown.

And then he was again at her, groping at her bra and trying to unclasp it, something she thought was very natural and easy, but it seemed impossible for him, making her release a laugh sweetly.

“Let me” and she reached out, unclasping it swiftly, but keeping the cups in place with her arms “Am I your first girl?”.

This would explain his hesitation, the way he looked for her approval as a little puppy and finally why he had to puff his feathers so so much.

And maybe that made sense, but he still needed to be taught a lesson in respect.

“…yes” it was a whisper, but she made sure to hear it, smiling at him and cupping his cheek in order to make him meet her eyes “You are not my first time, I have had… other experiences… with boys”.

It should have been no surprise, since he attended Hawthorne, but this was a precious knowledge, alongside an interesting show of faith in her, giving her more and more information on him, since he was always so cockily reserved.

“You like boys?” she asked, more out of curiosity than intention to use it against him.

“Yes, I do” he replied, meanwhile he caressed sweetly her arms, almost as with a scared animal “I like girls too, and I like you”.

She almost broke into a laugh, realizing how the real the theory of “the boy that pulls on the girl’s braid is in love with her” right now, and although she honestly hated it, she was a little swept away by Michael’s sudden sweetness.

But it took her exact five minutes before she remembered he was the manipulator, the one who had made witches cry with just evil glares, the one who had dared Cordelia and fought her with every fiber of being after she had been so kind to him, and lately (although stupidly) the one who had stuck chewing gum in her hair.

“Oh, you are so sweet” and she managed to change the subject letting her bra fall down.

They had moved to the bed, leaving a trace of their clothes, but they were still in their underwear and Michael had dared a “so am I your first man?” when he had seen her struggle with hhis uniform and she had straight up ripped his shirt.

“My first man from Hawthorne, don’t get cocky” she had replied, before pushing him on his bed, and watching the way he elegantly tumbled down, and settling in his lap.

And they had moved from there, grinding and changing their position, keeping on with the kisses and the marks (she honestly hoped not to be naked near Zoe, in the immediate future, but she was also very happy and proud of the one she had left on his collarbone, making him moan to oblivion) but not daring to go further and with the knowledge she was his first girl, she understood his need to be calm.

But she needed to speed up things.

She moved a bit away, to reach out and Michael didn’t care, continuing to kiss her shoulder, before falling down on her chest, continuing his path, meanwhile she blindly reached out, till her hands reached something, Michael’s jacket.

And then she held it up.

-I can’t believe you want to cover me up, after all your struggle! – he made fun of her, moving his hands to her legs, moving up to her clothed core.

-It’s just to cover your eyes, boy wonder- she replied, moving down him, meeting his lips halfway, meanwhile she adjusted his jacket over her his eyes, securing it with a swift knot but making sure he wouldn’t move.

He tried to resist, clearly surprised by her sudden kinkiness, alongside the fact that it might not help that it was their first time and they didn’t trust each other that much, but she slowly purred in his ear, meanwhile with one hand he pushed him back and the other reached for her boxers, and he stopped any futile resistance.

-Indulge my kink, boy wonder, just for a few minutes, if you are not into it, tell me and I will stop- and she continued the probing with her other hand, before sneaking it inside and hearing him gasp, meanwhile his cheeks started blushing -… but your body is not capable of lying, I am pretty sure you are enjoying it-.

-I will use the blindfold with you as soon as I get out of it- he threatened her, but didn’t put any resistance anymore, meanwhile she leaned down to kiss him as a reward.

-Of course, Michael- and then she turned back to admire him, Michael Langdon at her mercy what a wonderful sight.

If she had decided to keep up on her original plan she would have turned back and snapped a picture, but because of Michael’s inexperience and sweet confession she decided to avoid (also because she felt possessive of that sight, what the heck was happening to her).

She grabbed him in her hand and hoped that whatever porn had taught her would work, because in literary fiction they didn’t teach you how to do an handjob.

She started slowly more exploring than actually doing the act, but he seemed to appreciate the slow exploration, hissing as soon as her nails entered the game, but not out of pain.

When she felt courageous enough, she ended up actually starting to pump it, setting up a slow rhythm again and waiting for the telltale signs that she was doing good, meaning his quickening breathe and the low moan, trying to form words out of thin air.

“Please, please, faster…” and she picked up rhythm for a few minutes before going back to her slow one, letting him feel the way his manhood slipped on each of the rings on her hands, making him exhale a little moan, before turning up the rhythm and mixing them in order to make him so lost on the pleasure and trying to guess her rhythm that he didn’t hear her utter anything, not even the little enchantments with which she cast oh him and a copy of her, made through thin air but still concrete enough to give Michael the sensation of a human being, just a bit less talking than (Y/N).

But she straight up hoped he would not care, so lost in the throes of passion.

And then she enchanted her feet not to make a sound as soon as she lifted her dress and put it on, to hide the marks, and all her things and after that she deleted her presence from the room, avoiding making her presence known through magical traces or perfume ones.

And then she straight up exited, the door not even making some kind of noise, thank to magic, and moving to her room, but not to sleep and take a shower, enjoying the thought that Michael Landgon was getting off to a non-existent copy of her, but that wouldn’t be revenge… enough.

She left her dress in her room, to Zoe very much confused look, but she just replied with a “don’t ask” and swiftly moved to the bathroom to push off the make up and the dress, erasing the perfume she had been wearing that night, before wearing her usual plain white nightgown (it was ugly but also vintage and comfy, and she didn’t need to seduce anyone anymore).

She then walked out of the stairs, knowing that in the library there was someone she needed for the final part of the plan.

-Mrs Moore? – she called out, seeing the warlock teacher, who immediately raise his head annoyingly -… very sorry to bother you, but I am pretty sure that Langdon is having someone over-.

Which was against the rules, since this was a school and dormitory needed to be a place of peace and study (and yeah she knew that all the girls had boys over, and some even had each other, but since the warlocks had been over they had tried this in order not to have random hook-ups at breakfast).

-How do you know? – he asked, clearly annoyed by the entire situation and not exactly happy to leave his books.

But he had a chance to get Michael Langdon in trouble, if what she said was true.

-I was coming back from the kitchen for a glass of water and I heard strange noises, like… you know…- and she did her best “little naïve virgin” expression -… sex noises…-.

And he just nodded at her, before getting up and walking past her, and she honestly wanted to follow him just to see him watch Michael thrust himself in thin air, in what John Henry would have thought was a wet dream, a very kinky wet dream.

But she couldn’t or it would confirm the story Michael would give John Henry to justify himself, she was still satisfied with the sudden:

“WHAT THE HELL LANGDON!”

Followed by the…

“WHAT THE HELL, PROFESSOR MOORE?!”

Maybe next time he would think before angering her.

Scorned women were the most dangerous creatures in the universe, after all.

#michael langdon #michael langdon reader #michael langdon x reade #michael langdon fanfic #michael langdon fan fic #michael langdon one shot #michael langdon smut #hawthorne michael #ahs 8 #ahs apocalypse #ahs #terrible thing #my fic #heco writes

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spoiled — brad simpson

Request: Hiiii, I was wondering if you could write a brad imagine that you’re on your period and brad is the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world and try to make you feel better in every way, thanks hun xx

Requested by: anon

Pairing: Brad Simpson x Reader

Warnings: the fluff in here is too much for me to take I’m unstable

Word Count: 1,527

Notes: !!!!!! I’m sad I want brad to be my boyfriend

As soon as I got into my apartment I got rid of my uncomfortable shoes, tossing them into my closet as I let myself fall on my bed. Facing the ceiling, I let out a heavy sigh, thankful this hell of a day was finally over. I had to wake up extra early to finish writing some essays that were due tomorrow, and my boss was being extra bitchy today. And the fact that I woke up to find out I’ve got my period this morning wasn’t helpful at all.

Sensing a huge headache coming, I gently rubbed my temples. I felt my phone buzzing inside my back pocket, and I picked up the call without bothering to check who it was.

“Hello?”

“Hello, love.” I heard Brad say, making me smile unconsciously. “I was just calling to ask if you wanted to do anything tonight? Maybe we could go out to have dinner.”

I sighed as I closed my eyes. I knew for a fact that Brad was excited about having dinner tonight, I could just hear it in his voice. He just got back from tour and was being as clingy as he always was whenever he was back from travelling. And I didn’t mind it at all, but today, I wasn’t in the mood for going out.

“I don’t know, Brad.” I started, feeling guilty for turning down his plans, knowing I was disappointing him. “I’m not feeling very well.”

“What’s wrong?” The tone in his voice immediately changed to a worried one, which made my heart swell.

“Nothing. I just got my period and I’m in agony.” I exaggerated and I heard him chuckle in the other line. “Don’t laugh! I’m seconds away from grabbing a knife and taking my ovaries out of myself.”

“I’m sorry, darling,” the sound of the pet name made me go all tingly. I was never going to get used to it. “I’m coming over, then, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t, I could use some company.”

“Good. Should I bring something? Do you need anything?”

“No, just bring yourself.” I heard him laugh and I could swear on anything that he was blushing, and just the thought of it made me smile.

“Okay, be there soon. I love you, darling.”

“Love you, too.” I said before hanging up the phone and curling myself into a ball on my bed.

About fifteen minutes later, and just when I thought my cramps couldn’t get any worse, I heard the door to my apartment unlock. I didn’t bother to get up, though. I was in too much pain to move. I heard some noises and then Brad’s voice calling for my name through the apartment.

“Love?” He slowly opened the door to my bedroom and I greeted him with a small smile, still laying on my bed. He smiled back before sighing. “There you are,” he walked toward my bed, sitting on the edge of it. “I brought you some ice cream, I left it in the freezer.” He started as he slowly played with my hair. “And I brought you some snacks and pills in case you ran out of them.”

“Thank you,” I smiled at him while stroking his cheek. I frowned. “But I recall saying you didn’t need to bring anything.”

“I know, but I wanted to, you know how much I love spoiling you,” he shrugged as if it was no big deal and I felt my heart skip a beat. He was too good to me. “Oh! And I also brought you this.” Opening the backpack that was hanging off his right shoulder, he took out his Wisconsin red jumper and handed it to me with a grin.

I smiled at the gesture, taking the jumper from his hands and hugging it to my chest, taking in his scent. This was one of my favourite clothings of his. I stole it from him every chance I got whenever I was at his place. Although nothing could top his Stussy hoodie, that one was my all time favourite.

“I know how much you like it,” Brad said as he ran a hand through his curls. “I would’ve brought you the Stussy one, but it was in the laundry basket, so sorry.” He adorably gave me an apologetic smile.

“Don’t worry about it, I love this one too.” I smiled back at him, hugging his jumper tighter for emphasis.

“Tell you what,” Brad got up from his place on my bed, handing me his hand for me to take. “You’ll take a nice warm bath while I cook something for us,” he said as he helped me get out of my bed. “And later we can watch whatever movie you want. How does that sound?”

“Pretty good to me.” I stood on my tiptoes to peck his lips and he smiled.

As I was about to go into the bathroom, Brad’s hands tightened on my waist, not letting me move. Without a word, he leaned in and gave me a slow, deep kiss. Pulling away, he smiled and looked me in the eyes. “That’s better.”

I playfully rolled my eyes at him and grabbed some sweatpants I found in my wardrobe and his red jumper before getting into the bathroom. After a good twenty minute bath, I dried my hair with a towel and got dressed. Going back to my bedroom, I grabbed a pair of socks and put them on before heading to the kitchen, where Brad’s back was facing me. I walked up to him and hugged him from behind.

“Hey, you.” Brad said, tilting his head a bit so he could see me. “Feeling any better?”

“A little bit,” I began before kissing his shoulder, not loosening my grip on him. “These cramps are killing me, though. What did you cook?”

“Homemade pizza,” he shrugged and grabbed my hands so he could unwrap my arms from around his body, turning around so he could face me. “Go grab some of the pills I got you.”

I nodded as I went to the living room and took his backpack in my hands, looking for a little tablet in one of its pockets. Once I found it, I took the pill in my hands and stood up heading towards the fridge, but Brad grabbed my wrist, stopping me on my tracks.

“Here,” he handed me a glass of water with a small smile.

I smiled back and took the glass, swallowing the pill. “Thank you.”

Brad slid his hand over my shoulders, bringing me closer to him and then placed a kiss on my head. “I hate it when you don’t feel well.”

“Oh trust me, I hate it more than you do.”

“I bet you do,” he laughed. “Did I ever tell you how great you look in my clothes?”

“Only about a million times.” I teased.

“Well, they never seem to be enough. So here goes again, you look amazing in my clothes.” He said before kissing my cheek.

A little beep from the oven echoed in the kitchen and Brad dropped his arm from around me and hurried to take the pizza out. Looking kind of disappointed with his result, he gave me a little shrug and my heart melted at how cute he was. Brad wasn’t the best cook, but his food always managed to taste good.

“I bet it tastes better than what it looks like,” I said with a smile, trying to cheer him up.

“I hope.” He sighed. “Anyway, have you picked a movie?”

“Not really. Did you notice we always end up watching the same ones?”

“Yeah, but I don’t mind.” He said with a shrug as he put a few slices of pizza on a big plate. He headed to the living room and I followed him.

As he sat on the sofa, he left the plate in the little coffee table that was placed in front of him and tapped his lap, signalling for me to sit on it. I did so, and he placed a long kiss on my cheek, making me blush slightly.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” I said, taking a slice of pizza and handing it to him, before taking one for myself.

“What do you mean?”

“About your dinner plans. I know how it’s kind of a tradition to go out when you come back from tour. And I also know how much you like it, and I just feel like I let you do-“

“Nonsense,” he interrupted me. “Darling, you didn’t let me down in the slightest. I don’t care if it’s in a fancy restaurant or if it’s in your apartment, snuggled in your sofa in our pj’s. As long as I’m with you, I’m satisfied.”

I gave him a smile. “I know, but-“

“No buts. I meant what I said.”

“Okay,” I playfully rolled my eyes at him, earning a chuckle. “Thanks for coming over.”

“No problem, love.” He stroked my hair and I wrapped my hands around his neck. “Are you feeling better?”

I nodded, which made him smile and lean in to kiss me. “Good.”

in case y’all didn’t know what I meant with ‘Wisconsin red jumper’ lol

#brad simpson #the vamps #bradley simpson #bws #brad simpson imagine #bradley simpson imagine #bradley simpson imagines #brad simpson imagines #brad simpson x reader #brad simpson + reader #the vamps imagine #the vamps imagines #bradley simpson x reader

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blackkudos · 6 years

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Millie Jackson

Mildred Virginia (Millie) Jackson (born July 15, 1944) is an American singer-songwriter. Six of her albums have been certified gold by the RIAA for over 500,000 copies.

Her vocal performances are often distinguished by long, humorous, and explicit spoken sections in her music, which she started doing on stage to get the attention of the audience. She has also recorded songs in a disco or dance music style and even some country styled songs. She is the mother of Keisha Jackson.

Early life

Born in Thomson, Georgia, Jackson is the daughter of a sharecropper. Her mother died when she was a child and subsequently, she and her father moved to Newark, New Jersey. By the time Jackson was in her mid-teens, she had moved to Brooklyn to live with an aunt. She occasionally worked as a model for magazines like JIVE and Sepia.

Career

Jackson's singing career reportedly began on a dare to enter a 1964 talent contest at Harlem nightclub Smalls Paradise, which she won. Although she first recorded for MGM Records in 1970, she soon left and began a long association with New York-based Spring Records. Working with the label's in-house producer, Raeford Gerald, her first single to chart was 1971's deceptively titled "A Child of God (It's Hard to Believe)," which reached number 22 on the R&B charts. In 1972, Jackson had her first R&B Top Ten single with the follow-up, "Ask Me What You Want", which also reached the pop Top 30, then "My Man, A Sweet Man" reached #7 R&B; all three hits were co-written by Jackson. "My Man, A Sweet Man" retains its popularity today for northern soul enthusiasts and is played on the radio in the UK and quoted as an example from this musical genre as is her 1976 recording, "A House for Sale". The following year brought her biggest single success and her third Top Ten hit, "It Hurts So Good," which made #3 on the R&B charts and #24 on the Billboard Hot 100 pop chart. The single was featured on the album of the same name and in the blaxploitation film Cleopatra Jones, also appearing on that film's soundtrack along with the song "Love Doctor".

In 1974, she released the album Caught Up, which introduced her innovative style of raunchy rap. The featured release was her version of Luther Ingram's million-seller, "(If Loving You Is Wrong) I Don't Want to Be Right", for which she received two Grammy nominations. By now, she had switched producers to work only with Brad Shapiro, recording at Muscle Shoals Studio in Alabama with the renowned Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section. She continued to record most of her material for Spring there, including the follow-up album, Still Caught Up.

Over the next ten years, Jackson had a string of successful albums and numerous R&B chart entries, the biggest being her 1977 version of Merle Haggard's country hit "If You're Not Back In Love By Monday". That hit single was followed by many more, including her version of the Boney M. song, the disco single, "Never Change Lovers In The Middle of The Night." This single peaked at #33 on the Black Singles chart in 1979.

Jackson recorded an album in 1979 with Isaac Hayes called "Royal Rappin's" and the same year saw her release a double album, "Live And Uncensored", recorded in concert at Los Angeles venue, The Roxy. Jackson also formed and produced the group Facts of Life. They had a major hit in 1976 with "Sometimes" (#3 R&B, #31 Pop).

Jackson found herself without a label when Spring closed down in 1984, but in 1986, she signed with Jive Records in a deal that produced four albums and resulted in further R&B Top Ten hits with "Hot! Wild! Unrestricted! Crazy Love" and "Love Is a Dangerous Game". She appeared on an Elton John track in 1985, "Act Of War", which was a Top 40 hit in the UK, but failed to chart in the USA. In 1991, she wrote, produced and starred in the successful touring play Young Man, Older Woman, based on her album of the same title for Jive.

On November 24, 1994, Jackson appeared in the Thanksgiving episode Feast or Famine of Martin as Florine.

In 2000, her voice featured in "Am I Wrong" by Etienne de Crécy, sampled from her performance in "(If Loving You Is Wrong) I Don't Want to Be Right".

Jackson may be most famous in the internet age for her album covers, which frequently appear on "worst ever" lists. E.S.P. (Extra Sexual Persuasion) features Jackson peering into a crystal ball that accentuates her cleavage; Back to the S t! depicts Jackson sitting on a toilet.

Jackson now runs her own record label, Weird Wreckuds. After a lengthy hiatus from recording, she released her 2001 album, Not For Church Folk, which marked a return to her "tell-it-like-it-is" lyrical style with an Urban contemporary sound. The album features the singles "Butt-A-Cize" (a dance song) and "Leave Me Alone" (a ballad). The album also features a collaboration with rapper Da Brat on the song "In My Life."

Jackson had her own radio show in Dallas, Texas for 13 years. Broadcasting via remote from her home in Atlanta, Jackson worked in afternoon drive-time from 3-6 pm on KKDA 730 AM, until January 6, 2012.

In 2006, five of Jackson's best-selling albums – Millie Jackson (1972), It Hurts So Good (1973), Caught Up (1974), Still Caught Up(1975), and Feelin' Bitchy (1977) – were digitally remastered and released on CD with bonus tracks. All of Jackson's Spring Records-era albums are available from Ace Records in the UK.

An Imitation of Love was re-issued on CD in 2013 by the Funkytowngrooves label in a remastered, expanded edition. Other albums released on the Jive and Ichiban labels remain out of print, though some of those songs appear on compilation CDs.

On February 6, 2012, the documentary, Unsung - The Story of Mildred 'Millie' Jackson aired on the TV One network.

Jackson performed at Washington, D.C.'s historic Howard Theatre on August 3, 2012, and at B.B. King's Blues Club in New York on August 4, 2012. On June 6, 2015 Jackson was inducted into the Official Rhythm & Blues Music Hall of Fame in Clarksdale, MS.

Personal life

She has two children: Keisha Jackson, born in the 1960s before she was married, and son Jerroll born in the late 1970s. She is not related to the Jackson family of singers and musicians from Gary, Indiana.

Discography

AlbumsSingles

"A Little Bit of Something"

"A Child of God (It's Hard to Believe)" (US: #102)

"Ask Me What You Want" (US: #27)

"My Man, A Sweet Man" (US: #42), (US R&B: #7) (UK: #50)

"Breakaway" (US: #110)

"It Hurts So Good" (US: #24), (US R&B: #3)

"I Miss You Baby"

"How Do You Feel the Morning After" (US: #77)

"I'm Through Trying To Prove My Love To You"

"I Got to Try It One Time"

"(If Loving You Is Wrong) I Don't Want to Be Right" (US: #42)

"Leftovers" (US: #87)

"Loving Arms"

"The Rap"

"A House for Sale"

"Bad Risk"

"Feel Like Making Love"

"There You Are"

"I Can't Say Goodbye"

"If You're Not Back in Love By Monday" (US: #43)

"A Love of Your Own"

"All The Way Lover" (US: #102)

"Sweet Music Man" (US R&B #33)

"Keep The Home Fire Burnin'" (US R&B #83)

"Never Change Lovers In The Middle of The Night" (US R&B: #33)

"We Got To Hit It Off" (US R&B #56)

"A Moment's Pleasure" (US R&B #70)

"Kiss You All Over"

"Despair"

"Do You Wanna Make Love" feat. Isaac Hayes (US R&B #30)

"This Is It (Part I) (US R&B #88)

"You Never Cross My Mind"

"I Can't Stop Loving You" (US R&B #62)

"Anybody That Don't Like Millie Jackson"

"I Had to Say It"

"It's Gonna Take Some Time This Time"

"Special Occasion" (US R&B #51)

"Passion"

"E.S.P."

"I Feel Like Walkin' In The Rain" (UK: #55)

"Sister in the System"

"Hot! Wild! Unrestricted! Crazy Love" (US R&B #9) (UK: #99)

"Act of War" feat. Elton John (UK: #32)

"It's A Thang" (US R&B #79)

"Love Is A Dangerous Game" (US R&B #6) (UK: #81)

"An Imitation of Love" (US R&B #58)

"Something You Can Feel" (US R&B #45)

"You Knocked the Love (Right Outta My Heart)"

"Will You Love Me Tomorrow"

"Young Man, Older Woman"

"Living With A Stranger"

"Taking My Life Back"

"Love Quake"

"Check in the Mail"

"Chocolate Brown Eyes"

"Breaking Up Somebody's Home"

"The Lies That We Live"

"Did You Think I Wouldn't Cry"

"Butt-A-Cize"

"Leave Me Alone"

"Black Bitch Crazy"

Wikipedia

#Millie Jackson #07-15

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Angelina Jolie covered The Guardian Weekend, the newspaper’s in-house magazine this weekend. She is promoting her new book, which she co-authored with Geraldine Van Bueren QC and Amnesty International. The book is called Know Your Rights, and it’s “a guide for young people.” It will hopefully be a handbook of sorts for disenfranchised children and young people around the world to know their rights, to know how to fight for their rights and know how to advocate for themselves. Angelina spilled in this interview and I’m just going to do as many highlights as possible, but it’s worth it to read the full piece, if only for the repeated references to Dusty, her talkative Rottweiler. She spoke in-depth about Brad Pitt, what happened on the plane in 2016 and Harvey Weinstein. She also denies the story/rumor that she wants to move to London or somewhere else – she is fine with staying in LA, at least until her kids grow up. Some highlights:

Something happened which made her fear for her children’s rights. “I… I’m still in my own legal situation. I can’t speak about that.” Are you talking about your divorce from Brad Pitt and the allegations you have made against him of domestic abuse? She tells me she is sworn to silence. Well, nod if you’re talking about the divorce and allegations. She nods. And did she fear for the safety of her children? This time she answers. “Yes, for my family. My whole family.”

Fighting for children’s rights across the board, and for her kids’ rights: “Often you cannot recognise something in a personal way, especially if your focus is on the greatest global injustices, because everything else seems smaller. It’s so hard. I’d like to be able to have this discussion and it’s so important…I’m not the kind of person who makes decisions like the decisions I had to make lightly. It took a lot for me to be in a position where I felt I had to separate from the father of my children.”

When a child is harmed: “What I know is when a child has been harmed, physically, emotionally, or witnessed the harm of somebody they love or care for, it can cause damage to that child. One of the reasons children need to have these rights is because without them they are vulnerable to living unsafe, unhealthy lives.”

Working with Harvey Weinstein when she was 21, on ‘Playing By Heart’: “Harvey Weinstein. I worked with him when I was young… If you get yourself out of the room, you think he attempted but didn’t, right? The truth is that the attempt and the experience of the attempt is an assault.” What happened? “I really don’t want to derail the book into stories about Harvey.” But that was an abuse of rights? “It was. It was beyond a pass, it was something I had to escape. I stayed away and warned people about him. I remember telling Jonny, my first husband, who was great about it, to spread the word to other guys – don’t let girls go alone with him. I was asked to do The Aviator, but I said no because he was involved. I never associated or worked with him again. It was hard for me when Brad did.”

Pitt worked with Weinstein on Inglourious Basterds & Killing Them Softly: In doing so, Jolie felt he was minimising the sexual assault she had endured. “We fought about it. Of course it hurt,” Jolie says about Pitt being happy to work with Weinstein, despite knowing he had assaulted her. She avoided attending promotional events for the film.

The past five years of divorce: “I mean, in some ways it’s been the last decade. There’s a lot I can’t say. I think at the end of the day, even if you and a few people you love are the only people who know the truth of your life, what you fight for, or what you sacrifice, or what you’ve suffered, you come to be at peace with that, regardless of everything going on around you…. I’m not out of it… How am I? I’m realising that sometimes you can survive things, but not know how to feel and live in the same way. So it’s more about being open. I’m really trying to be open as a human being again.”

She’s trying to see the silver lining of her divorce: “It has been so horrific that I almost have to see it as a godsend to be in a position to be able to fight this system. It doesn’t start with the violation [the plane incident]. It’s so much more complicated than that.” She says the lack of ratification has had a significant impact on her battle: “My 17-year-old, for example, has been denied a voice in court.”

She wants everyone to heal: “It’s not that I want to talk about anything really, because I just want my family to heal. And I want everyone to move forward – all of us, including their dad. I want us to heal and be peaceful. We’ll always be a family.”

[From The Guardian Weekend]

I checked it out, and Jonny Lee Miller worked on three films with Harvey Weinstein listed as producer or distributor – Dracula 2000, Mansfield Park and Mindhunters, all between 1999-2004. I do wonder if JLM was in a position to say no, or if he wanted to use his position to warn people on set. But yeah… Angelina was Brad Pitt’s second girlfriend/partner to have a Harvey Weinstein story. Gwyneth Paltrow told him about Weinstein assaulting her too, and she had a story about Brad’s heroism at the time. Fifteen years later, I guess Brad didn’t mind working with predators.

As for what she says about the divorce… my heart is broken for her. She’s been through the wringer on for five years, all because it finally got to a point where she was terrified for the well-being of her children. He’s still punishing her for that too.

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bradwillshawn · 7 years

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NIGHT & DAY REACTION/REVIEW

i know i said saturday but i couldn’t wait (and my iTunes download came early 🙃). plus, i’m actually writing this as a first full listen, instead of a couple listens later, so welcome to how my mind plays out during the first full listen of this album!!!

TRACK 1: MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT (FEAT. MARTIN JENSEN) FIRST LISTEN SNIPPET: i remember switching iTunes stores when this single first came out just to listen to the snippet and i was sHOOK by the lyrics FIRST LISTEN FULL: lyrics: YES, melody: YES, vocals: YES FAVE LYRIC: “so when i call you in the middle of the night and i’m choking on the words cause i miss you, baby don’t tell me i’m out of time i got so much of my lovin to give you”

TRACK 2: ALL NIGHT (FEAT. MATOMA) FIRST LISTEN SNIPPET: this song came out so long ago that i don’t even remember how i felt with the snippet FIRST LISTEN FULL: it was the first introduction to EDM VAMPS, and i was into it. i remember when it came out, i was on my way to a full study day, and it was all i listened to. the live versions with the puffs of smoke at the beat drops?? YES FAVE LYRIC: “you showed me how to find myself when i needed it the most”

TRACK 3: HANDS (FEAT. MIKE PERRY & SABRINA CARPENTER) FIRST LISTEN SNIPPET: i think the first listen i got was a live video, and i was like um yes???? sing this at big ticket for me in front of all the underage children???? FIRST LISTEN FULL: honestly such a bop, i had it on replay for days. this collab is one of the ones i completely approve of because, even though sabrina was a “disney girl”, her music is a totally different vibe from what you would expect, and this is one of the songs that prove that lyrically. FAVE LYRIC: “can you just drop that dress to the floor? we can talk until sunrise”

TRACK 4: SAME TO YOU FIRST LISTEN SNIPPET: when they said the album was “moody” this is the song i think of because of the snippet from the album sampler. i understand why they all want this to be the next single. FIRST LISTEN FULL: this song definitely shows their growth musically and lyrically. no wonder they’re so proud of this song, i’m so proud of them. FAVE LYRIC: “i’m checking in to see if you’re ready to love again”

TRACK 5: PAPER HEARTS FIRST LISTEN SNIPPET: my heart was full of warmth when they asked fans to help out with the tour lyric video, and seeing the end result was beautiful. the chorus? help me FIRST LISTEN FULL: THE GUITAR INTRO, INTO IT!! this song is really hitting me in the feelz. fuck it’s beautiful. FAVE LYRIC: “there’s a lot of things that i may not know, but missing you baby is the only thing i know”

TRACK 6: SHADES ON FIRST LISTEN SNIPPET: i actually never bothered watching tour vids of this but THE SAMPLER: A FULL ON BOP GET THIS ON MAINSTREAM RADIO WORLDWIDE FIRST LISTEN FULL: A TOTAL OUT OF THIS WORLD BOP!!!!!!!!!! this after paper hearts tho, total uplift. how can the day version of the album get even more upbeat than this???? BRAD’S RAPPING???!??!?!?!?!?!??! WHAT?!??!?!?!??!???!??!!??!? GET THIS ON THE RADIO ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need a moment after this song; this should’ve gone before paper hearts tbh FAVE LYRIC: “starting up a party on the pavement like i just got paid” (#relatable)

TRACK 7: IT’S A LIE (FEAT. TINI) FIRST LISTEN SNIPPET: super fun song in a super bitchy way. i appreciate them trying to reach multicultural audiences by using a multicultural artist. FIRST LISTEN FULL: the guitar kinda reminds me of bibia be ye ye. this song is so damn sassy i’M INTO IT!! FAVE LYRIC: “could we live ever after? seems like a good idea to me”

TRACK 8: STAY FIRST LISTEN SNIPPET: i was kinda disappointed that they over-produced the song and changed some of the lyrics because i got so used to the acoustic version they sang at the shows BUT THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY DEPRIVE US WITH NEW MUSIC FOR TOO LONG FIRST LISTEN FULL: ok intro givin me the feelz, but then it just picks up and I JUST WANTED THIS SONG TO BE FULL ACOUSTIC, also not used to the lyric changes :( the keyboard’s a nice touch. it’s like a song to play while you’re at the beach during sunset. IMAGINE BEING WITH THE BOYS AT THE BEACH DURING SUNSET AND THEY’RE SINGING THIS SONG. i like the bridge. i feel it just kinda ends abruptly??? but still one of my all time faves. FAVE LYRIC: “you can wear my favourite t-shirt, and we can waste away the days, but only if you stay”

TRACK 9: MY PLACE FIRST LISTEN SNIPPET: i think this is my fave on the whole album??? FIRST LISTEN FULL: the chorus!!!!!!! the guitar riff reminds me of a song, but i can’t seem to think of it??? a good end of summer song tbh! can u believe they just had to add the “bluesman” STAY THE SAME BOYS, NEVER CHANGE FAVE LYRIC: “look at that face, i don’t ever wanna let you down”

TRACK 10: SAD SONG FIRST LISTEN SNIPPET: I DIDN’T KNOW THAT I WAS STARVING TIL I TASTED YOU DONT NEED NO BUTTERFLIES WHEN YOU GIVE ME THE WHOLE DAMN ZOO anyways, this song got stuck in my head at work after listening to the album sampler, so that’s a good sign FIRST LISTEN FULL: I DIDN’T KNOW THAT I WAS STARVING TIL I TASTED YOU!!!! honestly same chords as starving, collab with hailee steinfeld pls! (someone also mashup staving with this asap) it’s a mature breakup song??? they ended with a really catchy bop. INTO IT. FAVE LYRIC: “and i know, you know, i know i can’t let it end this way”

~BONUS TRACKS~

JAMES EDITION: I LOVE LOVING YOU this song very much screams JAMES MCVEY: pop/rock but still a hint of country. it’s a cutesie love song, i love it. FAVE LYRIC: i’m certain there’s a sunrise and the night falls just like they do

JAMES EDITION: HIGHER i’m not gonna lie to you, i’m not a complete fan of james’ vocals as a solo artist, BUT, nevertheless, i can respect his abilities, along with his strong song writing. this is one of those songs that showcase those abilities really well. these songs are for kirstie right??? ;)))) FAVE LYRIC: if everything’s changing, i need you to know, the hardest decision was letting you go

CONNOR EDITION: ON MY WAY i really enjoy connor’s type of music; lyrically and musically. this is so catchy, and would be a great song for a road trip. can't wait to blast it in my car. FAVE LYRIC: the footprints that i left yesterday are the ones that should be kept as memories

CONNOR EDITION: MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT I WILL ALWAYS LOVE THE ROCK VERSIONS OF THEIR SONGS!!!! (I.E., TRISTAN’S ANIMAL REMIX OF WILDHEART????) THIS GETS ME SO AMPED TO HEAR THIS LIVE I CAN’T WAIT! the collab, i approve. idk who u are, but u got a great voice.

TRISTAN EDITION: ALL AROUND THE WORLD FIRST OF ALL, WHY DOESN’T TRIS SING MORE?? HE HAS SUCH A NICE VOICE????? LIKE REMEMBER HIS VERSION OF CAN WE DANCE? MY FAVE. this song is for ana right??? ;)))))) FAVE LYRIC: i only met her once, and straight away i knew that i loved her

TRISTAN EDITION: COME GRIND WITH ME THIS SONG IS STRAIGHT FIRE!!!!! sayin tris isn’t doing anymore mash-ups for tour and this is all he’s gonna perform, I’M ALL FOR IT!! THIS IS SUCH A TUNE LIKE I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS WHAT TRIS WANTED FOR HIS ALBUM VERSION FAVE LYRIC: this love’s a game, come on & let’s play, you don’t have to remember my name

VERDICT: tbh, i had kinda low expectations for this album bc i didn’t really know how to feel about the boys going a more EDM direction, BUT all the songs are total bops??? they’re all different; no songs sound alike in any way (other than sad song and starving, i’m never getting over that), and they all just kinda flow well with one another. i’m glad they took their time with this album, and released something that they’re truly proud of, instead of releasing an album that was half-assed. i appreciate the different editions based on each member; the songs included are very much an accurate representation of them, and something they are individually proud of. i hope somehow, someway they get this album to break into the north american market, bc SHADES ON DESERVES RADIO PLAY!!! this album exceeded my expectations, and did not disappoint at all. 5 STARS!!!!!

#myposts #the vamps #tp #n&d #night and day reaction #night & day #tristan evans #connor ball #brad simpson #james mcvey #i got too excited

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mawmawpiggy · 7 years

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This is kind of what I think will happen in the finale... Its different than I normally do.

Penny tries to assemble her face into a supportive one as she listens to Amy tell the story of her proposal yet another time. Her friend has only been engaged for week and she feels like she has already heard the story of Sheldon’s unexpectedly romantic proposal a hundred times. It’s not that she’s not happy for Amy. She is ecstatic that her two closest friends in the world are finally getting married. Amy deserves all the happiness in the world. She is a saint for the way she is able not only to put up with Sheldon’s quirks, but love him for them. Sheldon has made Amy wait long enough and it’s about time he fully committed to her. Only every time Amy gleefully recounted the proposal something clenched in Penny’s gut. Every time Amy flashed her antique engagement ring. Or found an excuse to tell a complete stranger that she was going to be married soon. A darkness flashed through Penny and she found herself faking smiles. Tuning Amy out so she wouldn't have to hear the story one more time. Right now they are at a fancy wedding boutique. Amy is retelling her tale to the stores owner whose job it is to listen with rapt attention. Bernadette is just encouraging her, she’s the one who made them come in here. Even though it's way too soon to be shopping for a dress. They haven't even set a date yet. Penny wants to say this but they’ll just shoot her down and call her a buzzkill. At least the dress shop offers free champagne and she downs a glass as Amy tells the shop owner everything she has already heard. How the proposal was a surprise, she wants a November or December wedding. How she has been planning her wedding since she was a little girl. When Leonard proposed Penny didn't make such a fuss. She told the story maybe once to Bernadette and Amy. The people at barely knew she was engaged. Especially since most of the time she took her ring off for sales. Penny never once set foot in a dress boutique or made a gift registry. Two things Amy has already done in her first week of being engaged. Part of her knows it's because Amy is just a more organized person than she is. Everything Amy does is planned out. In her purse she has a little book of lists. Nothing makes Amy happier than checking an item off her list. Penny rolls her eyes thinking about how the second thing Amy probably did after being engaged after calling her was make a list of things she had to do now. Visit a dress store was probably on the list and Amy was dying to check it off. “And then he said Amy Farrah Fowler would you be Amy Farrah Cooper.” Penny says stealing the best part of the story from Amy. It was a bitchy thing to do and both Bernadette and Amy give her dirty looks. “How romantic!” the woman coos clasping her hand to her breast. “So what kinds of dress are you thinking?” Penny pours herself another glass of champagne as they peruse the racks of dresses. Thinking of all the things she never did in her engagement to Leonard. The fact was she just had not cared at all. It didn't matter to her what color dresses her friends wore, or what flowers were there. In fact she had not thought of the wedding at all until they eloped in Vegas. The second wedding to appease the parents had been pure Raj. At the time she thought she didn't think about those things because they didn't matter to her. She was a low maintenance tom boy who didn't spend her days dreaming about her wedding. Now as she watched Amy happily prepare for her wedding she thought it might be something more. “Your fiancee certainly sounds like something else.” The shop owner says after listening to Amy gush about him for ages. “He must be the love of your life.” “He is!” Amy agrees. “He the love of my life, my first love, my everything.” Amy tells her. “You certainly are a very lucky girl.” The shop owner tells Amy and she just glows. Penny’s eyes roll into the back of her head and she grabs Bernadettes abandoned champagne flute and downs it. Then it hits her, that's what has been bothering her. Amy was marrying the love of her life. Marrying Sheldon was the culmination of everything Amy had wanted for the past seven years. Penny wasn't even sure if marrying Leonard was the culmination of what she wanted that year. Whenever people asked her if Leonard was the love of her life she thought of this Jennifer Aniston quote she read once. They asked her if Brad Pitt was the love of her life. Instead of saying yes she said “He’s a big love on my life sure.” Everyone thought she was so cold (until it came out Brad had been cheating with Angelina.) Penny knew how she felt though, did she love Leonard sure. However in ranking of the greatest loves in her life he wasn't number one. Not by a long shot. Leonard did not make her feel passionately like some her other boyfriends had. It had not been love at first or even second sight. Leonard was the kindest guy she had ever dated the most solid. At a time in her life when she felt like everything was falling apart. It was apparent that being an actress was not in her cards. She was running out of savings and she couldn't go back to The Cheesecake Factory .She knew Leonard would be able to put it back together again. At the time it seemed like one of the first grown up decisions she had made in a long time. To marry a solid guy who could do things like balance a checkbook and do his own taxes. Leonard wasn't the best looking guy she had been with. Nor was he the best in bed. It was like they said in the movie Trainwreck. You didn't want to marry the best sex you ever had guy. Lehow he Leonard was good enough and he tried so hard. Leonard used to do little things all the time to show her how much he cared. Its how he had won her over. A million tiny gestures, that showed her what kind of guy he was. Penny had figured that the rest would come after they go married. That she loved Leonard enough to be with him, it would be enough to marry him. Only it wasn't, she found herself resenting everything about him. Everything he did annoyed her all the way down to way he breathed. No Leonard wasn't the love of her life. Lately she wasn't even sure if she loved him anymore at all. He had stopped doing the little things that had won her over in the first place. It felt like he had done be everything he could do to win her over. Then once he had her he just stopped caring. He had won the prize so why continue playing the game. If she had married him for all the little things he did and he stopped doing them where did that leave them? “Penny did you drink my champagne?” Bernadette hisses as her taking the flute from her hand. Then whispers even quieter. “How many of these have you had?” “I’m fine.” Penny says annoyed. Uu“Let Amy drive your car home.” Bernadette tsks. Penny hands over the keys to Amy. They get in her car and Amy starts it up glancing over at Penny worried. “Just spill it Amy.” She says. “I’m worried about you.” “Why?” “You've just been really off lately.” “I’m just… I’m just jealous okay?” Penny finally admits. “Of me?” Amy asks surprised. “Yes!” “Because, I got engaged?” Amy asks. “It’s part of it.” “You are married! Why are you jealous of me?” “It’s complicated.” “Try me.” Amy says annoyed. “Okay so Sheldon is the love of your life right?” “Of course, he’s the only man I’ve ever loved.” “You can’t picture yourself with anyone else?” “Even when we broke up. There was only him.” “Okay so there it is…” “There’s what?” “I don’t feel that way about Leonard. At all… I thought at first that things would change once we got married. That all these feelings would just come. It's been two years and nothings changed. If anything the little things I thought I loved about him have slipped away.” “Penny… That's not good…” “I know, but what do I do? I can’t divorce him it will break his heart.” Penny says burying her face in her hands. “I don’t know what you should do. I only know that you deserve happiness. That you should be as happy as I amy right now. Maybe you just need some space?” “Space? How do I even get space?” “Talk to Leonard, take a long vacation. Take some time to find yourself without Leonard. Then maybe things will be a little clearer.” Amy tells her pulling into a spot. “You know I think that's exactly what I’ll do.”

#thebigbangtheory #shamy #pennyhofstadter #finalepredictions

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How My Life Regained Harmony After I Stopped Dating American Women - James Maverick

How My Life Regained Harmony After I Stopped Dating American Women

James Maverick

My last encounter with an American woman was such a soul-crushing and thought-provoking event that I was forced to go back to Europe on a yet another soul-searching mission.

It made me realize how much less I’m able to connect and “get” American girls; where as before I could at least tolerate them.

Over the years I’ve adjusted my interaction with non-American and non-Western women in many ways — ways that I’m afraid could be completely irreversible if I ever need to get into the pants of an American girl.

I Almost Never Tease or “Neg”

With American women it’s always a contest: who has a better job, who makes more money, and who has bigger balls. If you prove worthy to merit her limited attention span, your reward will be a series of tests designed to elicit self-validation and put you off balance. One misstep and game’s over.

You’re supposed to bring out this so called “alpha male” persona — the one women have been conditioned over and over by Hollywood and other media to accept as the only one worthy of their time. If you don’t possess the movie-star looks of Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise, then you better make that up by out-dueling her with witty conversation. And that’s why teasing and “negging” works so well: you’re finally able to showcase your natural or learned “alpha” traits and win her attraction.

In the rest of the world being a confident man is more than enough to win attraction from most women. You just have to approach, and the rest naturally falls into pieces.

I compliment more

On one of my most memorable nights in one of Rio de Janeiro’s best nightclubs, I remember approaching a beautiful woman without any games, lines, or gimmicks. I simply smiled and said that I couldn’t believe a beautiful woman like herself was sitting all alone (she was truly stunning). She smiled, and feeling flattered responded whether I start a conversation with every woman like that. Can you imagine a beautiful American woman responding the same way? She sure wasn’t bitchy and defensive like a typical American woman in similar situation.

Women love compliments they deem as sincere and genuine. Know the typical Italian behavior towards women? How they usually go overboard complimenting every woman by calling them “bella donna, beautiful, etc”? Well, that stuff works very well because non-American women usually respond very warmly to compliments. Of course, you must fine a fine line between being too stoic and too complimenting, and recalibrate that line for every woman you meet.

Overtime my game has naturally adjusted more to the complimenting and sweet-talking side rather than my dick and combative side. It has worked pretty well.

I’m More Chivalrous

Many years ago when I went on one of my first dates with an American girl (most of my conquests in US were South American and Eastern European), I behaved the same exact way as I used to with other girls: I opened doors, let her go in first, got the check — except this time my date couldn’t help by blabbing out, “are you going to keep doing this all night?” as if her state of femininity was somehow threatened by my “condescending” behavior.

Being of Eastern European descent, I always felt it was important for men to be chivalrous to a certain extent. I find it natural behavior to let a woman go in somewhere first, open doors, and help them with putting on coats in winters. I’ve done it for my mother all my life, and continue to do it with women in certain situation.

A Latvian girl I met in Sweden commented right away how she found it strange when Swedes never opened the door for her.

This is has nothing to do with somehow pedestaling the girl, but more about being a bit more considerate to the weaker sex in non-feminized countries (which includes most of the world).

I’m Willing To Spend Money

Typical American dating rituals involves going to a bar, jumping through a few hoops so that you don’t buy her drink (i.e., I’ll buy the first round, if you buy the next), getting her drunk, then taking her home.

But the expectations are different in other parts of the world. In Eastern Europe, it’s fully expected for the guy to pay for the girl (at least initially), since he was the one who invited her initially. In exchange, you get to have a great interaction with a quality woman, instead of some crackberry addict with prepared interview questions or an over-the-hill stalker with family aspirations. You may pay for dinner and drinks one day, but next time she’ll gladly come over and whip up a great meal for you, or even clean your house wearing nothing but high heels.

One night at a salsa club in Medellin, Colombia, after I bought a bottle of rum, my date quickly fixed me up a drink without me saying a word. She then asked me if I liked the drink, else she would fix it to my satisfaction. When was the last time an American girl EVER did something like this to you?

And I’m perfectly OK paying more than my share if I get non-tangible benefits in return.

I Don’t Play Games

When I called an American girl 3 days after our first date to see how she is and possibly schedule a future date, she immediately asked if I’m running some “3 day rule”. It’s hard to describe in words how pissed off I felt when the first thing someone tells you is not a simple “Hi” or “how are you?” but throw a test your way to see how you would react.

Are you that insecure that you don’t believe some guy actually called you without any premeditated planning whatsoever? That perhaps the world is not a series of planned steps to be executed in perfect sequence?

In most of the world outside US and Canada (e.g., in Brazil, Argentina, Romania and Ukraine), one can invite the girl out the same night after meeting her earlier during the day. I invited a Brazilian girl I met at a cafe for a drink the same evening, and since she had no plans yet, she gladly agreed. In America you can forget about this tactic mostly because the girl will think you’re desperate by not keeping yourself busy seven days a week like she is: by attending Yoga, Pilates, Cycling classes or simply having a slumber party with her girlfriends even though she’s well over 25 or 30 years old.

I’m happier

I no longer view seduction as “work” like I did in America, but a fun and fulfilling activity for both parties. Where as in America guys strongly believe in the numbers game since that’s the only way to rationalize the amount of work one must put it, abroad things are skewed towards quality. I know for a fact that the cute brunette sitting at the coffee shop will most likely be polite to my advances whether she’ll want to talk to me or turn me down; and regardless if she had a bad day, etc.

I don’t get cock blocked, I don’t get into fights with aggressive “mother hens” and it’s back to actually seducing women instead of “gaming” them. And truth be told, why would you have it any other way?

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