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cranberrysoap · 2 days
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I can’t sleep; have some Lias & Rani doodles
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volaile · 4 months
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tagged by my brother @beesnutz :P
last song you listened to: descent by fear factory
last movie you watched: the new hunger games!! went to see it at the cinema with two friends :) it was good, unsettling exactly where it needed to be (which was. most of the time LOL) and its managed to pull off the 'act as a standalone but still have room for a sequel if someone wanted to' balance v well. and id watch a sequel! but overall i cant lie i prefer the original trilogy...
currently watching: house md on my own, im on season 7 rn and [spoilers] have finally left huddy hell. i love masters btw my friend masters ❤️she just had her first main pov ep and it was a good un. im also watching doctor who when mine gustes and peris schedules line up, and also taskmaster with guste :)
other things you’ve watched this year: ummmm lots but some of my faves are still across the spiderverse, also limitless and alien, and also american psycho but thats sort of from last year, i watched it nye with nami and it hit 2023 like halfway through for me LOL
currently reading: money by martin amis!! its good ive read time's arrow by him before too. he's got a fun way of writing but idk how i feel about him putting himself as a character in this one lol???!!! also i guess i technically have a few other books on the go too but tbh im not actively reading them... btw if anyone wants my goodreads send me a dm !!! i would love more friends on there
currently listening to: my albums 2023 playlist which is um. 1500 songs strong still. i swear ive listened to plenty its just that i keep adding more oopsy doopsy
currently working on: editing my longish nrmts fic so that i can finally start the last three out of ten chappys.... problem is is that im doing this mostly at work when the bars quiet LOL. im also trying to draw more frequently!! ive made it as easy and low stakes as possible for myself (using a biro in some small lined notebook, means i dont get fixated on making things look perfect and also means i dont need to fill up too much space to finish a full page) but its still a habit in progress ....
current obsession: honestly probably the gym. im following what i guess based on exercises and number of sets and reps would be considered a powerbuilding program?? october saw me doing proper strength building work for the first time Ever rather than just hypertrophy/muscle building and ive finally started doing bench press using an actual barbell rack set up!!! and i really like it :P
ok thats it thank u. all the crans my lovely crans have been tagged i believe so i'll also tag @sevenyeargap @bardicspiration and @adultfiendfinder ❤️ and anyone else who wants to do it go hog wild ok byeeee
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huidol · 4 months
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tagged by both @beesnutz and @primsycoldbottles hi hi my friends ^-^^
last song you listened to: take me to war by the crane wives ^-^ it is my ringtone i love it a lot
last movie you watched: uhhh. its been a while. i think it was that dragon ball movie i watched with sara and guste i dont remember the name of it but it was fun :) it was my fist dragon ball experience and it was pretty good
currently watching: spy x family. on season 2 rn. its cute.
other things you’ve watched this year: uhh i watched princess bride ^-^ hello. my name is indigo montoyyyyaa.Literally cannot think of OHH YEAH WE WATCHED MANNEQUIN :) that was fun. bleh i dont watch a lot of movies and shows and shit. i dont remember the rest ^-^
currently reading: nothing unforch :( i need to start reading again
currently listening to: the hotlantis theme (iam playing splatoon) (i am collecting my catalog) (i forgot it was on)
currently working on: secret santarrrs and birthday gifts ^-^ i spent a lot of my art energy on my silly seeun drawing ive got to get back to it MEOW
current obsession: SURVIVING ROMANCEEEE ^-^ and a little bit spyxfamily. and a little bit splatoon. i like thinkgs tagging: all of cran has been tagged so any mutuals and followers who want to do this can and just say i tagged you okayyy. ok bye. ive gotta put away groceries now.
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hearts-hunger · 3 years
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half-cocked || javier peña x reader
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Read on AO3 | Masterlist
Summary: Javi’s your boss, and he’s so damn stubborn. You’d have to be crazy to go off half-cocked twice in one night, right?
Pairings: Javier Peña x DEA Agent!Reader
Genre: smut, porn without plot (18+ only!)
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: god uhhh filth, oral (m and f receiving), thigh riding, choking, praise kink, dirty talk, hand jobs, unprotected sex, dom javi, sub reader, fluff at the end bc i think smut always deserves some fluff ♡ also, totally unbeta-ed.
A/N: full disclosure i was drunk on vodka cran and listening to “drew barrymore” by bryce vine when i wrote this, so it might be terrible or it might be really good. i just want javi to lovingly & tenderly top the fuck out of me :) let me know what you think!
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“I told you not to go near those guys.”
Javi crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for you to answer, to explain why you’d done the exact opposite of what he’d told you to do. You felt yourself blush, face heating with anger and embarrassment and something you refused to acknowledge.
“I thought I could get something out of them,” you said, going on the defensive. “They know something, Javi. It would have been stupid to pass up an opportunity to get some intel from them.”
You watched the way his jaw worked.
“No, what would have been stupid is if you had gotten hurt,” he said, his voice tight with frustration. You almost wished he would yell at you and get it over with; this cold anger was harder for you to bear.
He’d expressly told you to stay away from the group of narcos you’d been tagging for a week, and he was your boss. But you knew you could get something from them - they’d talk to you quicker than they would talk to Javi, and you both knew it. You never disobeyed a direct order, especially not from Javi, but he was being so stubborn. You went ahead and questioned them anyways, and Javi had caught you red-handed.
“You don’t think I can take care of myself?” you asked coldly.
He ran a hand over his face. “Of course you can take care of yourself,” he said. “But you’ve been here for two minutes, alright? Sometimes you have to trust my judgement. I’m not a complete idiot. If you fuck around with these guys and go off half-cocked, you’re gonna get yourself killed.”
You opened your mouth to protest, to say you’d done the job without getting hurt. You knew that was beside the point; you’d gotten lucky with these guys - you could have just as easily gotten shot for your trouble, and both you and Javi knew that.
He cut you off before you could say anything. 
“You answer to me,” he said. “Are we clear? I don’t care what kind of wild ideas you have in your head about catching fuckin’ Escobar all by yourself. If I say to steer clear of a bunch of narcos, you do what I say. Not whatever bullshit you come up with. Got it?”
God, you could have screamed.
“Yes,” you managed. You started to leave, but that wasn’t enough for him. He took your arm in a grip gentle enough not to hurt but firm enough to show you how deadly serious he was.
“Yes what?” he asked.
You felt your face heat again. “Yes sir.”
You could have sworn you felt a fucking switch flip. The air in the office was suddenly hot and constrictive; you met his eyes and felt like you were on fire.
He was so close to you, so close you could feel his warmth and smell his cologne. You could see where his pulse beat furiously under his jaw; his eyes were dark as they met yours.
He gave a hum of agreement. “That’s better.”
You couldn't think of anything to say; you were completely consumed with him, the way his hair fell across his brow, the way the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, the way his skin looked so sunkissed and warm.
For the second time that night, you went off half-cocked; you pressed your mouth to his and hoped against hope it wouldn’t cost you your job.
His response was immediate - he opened his mouth against yours and took your tongue, one hand still holding your arm and the other moving to hold your waist securely against him. You carded your free hand through his hair, whining a little; god, but he could kiss. Your breath came in sharp gasps as he hooked your leg over his thigh,  drawing your heat closer against him.
“You want this?” he asked, breathless.
“Yes,” you said. “Yes, sir. Please.”
He sighed against your mouth. “Fuck. Alright.” He ran his fingers over the seam in your jeans. “What do you want?”
You could barely think straight; something you’d imagined countless times came to mind, and you decided to try your luck.
“Can I ride your thigh?” you asked, needy. “Please, sir.”
He groaned. “Yeah, pretty girl. Whatever you want.”
He stumbled backwards, one hand out to make sure you didn’t crash into anything; he found his desk chair and took a seat, looking up at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Come on, baby girl,” he said, patting his thigh. “Right here.”
You did as he said, straddling his thigh, feeling a rush of heat before you’d even moved. You put your hands on his shoulders and let him kiss you, deep and hungry.
You started to move against his thigh; his hands roamed all over you, desperate, needy. You rocked your hips, pressing yourself against his thick, muscled thigh. Your breath started to catch in your chest; he put his hands on your hips and pressed you down against him, each movement of your hips dragging over his thigh. 
“Javi,” you breathed. You gripped his shoulders and pressed yourself against him. 
“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart,” he said, kissing your neck.
“God - oh, fuck, feels so good,” you managed. “Oh, Javi - ”
“Such a good girl for me,” he said. “Getting yourself off on my thigh - what a good girl.”
“‘M close,” you whined. You were almost embarrassed with how quickly you’d come to the edge.
“That’s alright, baby,” he said. His big hands moved over your breasts. “Come on, honey. Take what you want from me.”
Your eyes fluttered open long enough to see his face, all flushed pink; he bit his lip when you moaned, his head leaning back like he was getting off on your whines.
“Oh, Javi, I’m gonna cum,” you said, desperate and a little panicked. Though you’d gotten yourself off thinking about him before, you’d never gotten off with him, much less while riding his thigh. Maybe this was crazy. Maybe this wasn’t - 
“Good girl,” he said, almost like a sigh. “Fucking gorgeous, getting yourself off on my thigh.” 
Your nerves faded and you wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your hips sharply against his thigh; when he kissed you, it was surprisingly tender. He kept his mouth against yours as you reached your high.
“Javi,” you said desperately. “Fuck, fuck - oh, god - ”
He held you against him as you rode out your orgasm on his thigh, moans tumbling from both of you. He sucked right below your jaw, murmuring words of praise.
“Thank you, thank you,” you babbled, leaning against him as you came down from your high. You could feel how hard he was through his impossibly tight jeans; you palmed him and kissed at his neck, sloppy and sweet.
He couldn’t help a choked laugh. “You’re welcome, baby,” he said. “Anytime. But really, you did most of the work.”
He lifted you off his lap, ignoring your slight protest; he stood you up and fumbled with the button on your jeans.
“Let me taste you, baby,” he said. He knelt in front of you, looking up at you from under his long, dark lashes; you would never have guessed he could look this needy. You couldn’t do much but nod your head.
As he started to pull your jeans down, you had a sudden moment of clarity. “Javi, wait, wait.”
He stilled, looking up at you for direction. “What’s wrong?”
You fumbled with the words. “I didn’t - you haven’t - ” You swallowed. “Let me get you off.”
He chuckled, a wry grin spreading over his face. “Patience, baby girl. You’ll get your turn.”
God, your mouth practically watered at the thought. He quickly put any other thought out of your mind as he helped you shimmy out of your jeans, his ease and control only making you more flushed. He made quick work of your underwear, pausing only a moment to comment on how wet they were.
“Hmm, someone enjoyed themselves, I see,” he teased.
You blushed. “Shut up.”
He grinned up at you. “Make me.”
He didn’t wait for a response before he nosed at your heat, gently bringing your leg over his shoulder. You grabbed the corner of his desk, your whole body like a live wire with desire and overstimulation. You’d only just come down from your last orgasm, you couldn't possibly - 
“Jesus Christ,” you gasped, tangling the fingers of your free hand in his curls as he went straight to business, eating you out like you were his last meal. The sounds he was making - god, they were downright sinful. You didn’t think you’d ever enjoyed a man going down on you with such pleasure or such skill.
“You taste so good, querida,” he rasped, catching his breath. “Fucking delicious, baby girl.”
You tugged a little on his hair, incoherent whines falling from your lips as he sucked on your clit. “Javi, fuck, oh, god, please - ”
“Gonna cum, beautiful?” he asked. “Gonna cum on my tongue?”
A sound came from your throat that almost sounded like a sob. “Yes, please, just - ”
You didn’t know what you were asking for, but evidently he did; within seconds, his tongue dipping into you and his nose nudging at your clit, you came so hard it made your legs shake.
“Javi, Javi, Javi,” you pleaded, like a prayer. He sucked your clit through your orgasm; when you finally came down, he grinned up at you and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said with feeling. “You sound so gorgeous when you cum, baby.”
You steadied yourself on his shoulder as he stood, shaking with residual waves of pleasure. He kissed you, salty with your own taste, pulling your hips against his.
“I wanna suck you off,” you said, almost begging. “Please, Javi.”
He groaned against your mouth. “If you want to, honey.”
You put your hands on his shoulders and pushed him down until he sat back in his desk chair, knees spread for you. You knelt in front of him like he had just done for you; your hands were shaking a little too much to easily undo his belt, and he did it for you. You pulled his cock out of his boxers and gave him a few quick strokes. 
“Fuck,” he bit out. You waited before you did any more; you wanted to be told what to do, but you were mortified to admit it. 
“What is it, baby girl?” he asked. You looked up at him, your hand wrapped around his cock, begging him to understand. 
He gave a quiet hum, seeming to realize what you wanted. He put his hand to your throat, just firm enough to let you feel the pressure of his fingertips. He met your eyes, looking for permission; you put your hand on his wrist and held his gaze.
“You like this, sweetheart?” he asked, giving you every chance to say no.
You looked up at him from under your lashes. “Yes, sir,” you said, incredibly coy for someone who still felt the pressure and heat of his tongue between your legs.
He studied your face. “You like to be controlled, huh, baby girl? Wanna be told what to do?”
You ran your hands up his thighs, just enough to tease, pushing him a little; he tightened his grip, just enough to make you still.
“Don’t be naughty,” he warned. He leaned forward and kissed you. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“Javi,” you managed. “Wanna suck your cock, sir.”
“I don’t know, dollface. Only good girls get what they want. You disobeyed me earlier, didn’t you?”
You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you. Now you were getting down to it. You’d disobeyed him and, like it said on your DEA profile, Agent Peña was in charge of any disciplinary action that needed to be taken in your case.
“But you’ve been such a good girl,” he mused. His thumb ran under your jaw, caressing the place he’s put a love mark earlier. “You won’t disobey again, will you, baby?”
“No,” you breathed.
His grip tightened. “No what?”
“No sir,” you whined.
“Good girl,” he praised. He moved his hand from your neck to your hair, brushing it back with intentional tenderness. You took that as your permission and moved your hand up and down his cock, drinking in the sounds he made as you pleasured him.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed. A string of Spanish curses fell from his mouth, somehow melodic; you took him as deeply as you could manage, swallowing around him, running your tongue up the underside of his cock. He tasted so good, and his breathy moans were like music; you put your hands on his thighs as he tangled his fingers in your hair.
“So good, baby, god - ” His voice pitched up sweetly. “You’re so good. Fuck.” He only just managed to keep himself from fucking his hips against your face, trembling under your hands.
“Wait, baby, hold on,” he gasped. You came off of him with a pop and looked up at him, waiting for direction; he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip.
“Don’t wanna come yet, sweetheart,” he said, his chest pumping. Sweat shone on his chest where his button-down was undone. “And if I let you go any more, I’d be done for.”
“Yes sir,” you said breathlessly, your voice hoarse.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Good girl.” He stood and brought you up with him.
“I want you,” you said petulantly, your hands roaming everywhere. “Please, Javi.”
“Hold on, honey.” He took both your wrists in one hand. “You’re gonna do as I say?”
You kissed him hungrily. “Yes. Please. I want to do what you say.”
He kissed you and bit your bottom lip. “Bend over my desk, baby girl.”
You did as he said, pushing files aside to brace yourself against his desk; you felt him draw close to you, giving himself a few strokes before he drew his cock between your legs.
“Easy, baby,” he soothed, putting one hand on your hip, holding you steady; his other hand gently brushed over your ass. “Can you be patient for me?”
You pushed back against his hips. “Yes, sir. I want you.”
“I know, honey,” he said. He reached around to circle your clit with slow, deliberate movements, making you give a breathy little moan.
“You sound so pretty when you’re needy,” he praised.
“Please,” you said. You were confident he knew what you meant.
He leaned down to kiss the back of your neck. “Since you asked so sweetly.”
He pushed into you quickly, all the way to the hilt; you gasped as he filled you, warm and tight and almost too much.
“Alright, baby?” he asked gently. You knew he was being sincere, and he gave you a moment to settle. You took a deep breath and moved against him, desire and pleasure washing through you with even that small movement.
“Please, Javi,” you whined.
He started to move his hips against you, each stroke deep and intentional. His hips snapped against yours at a steady and delicious pace, filling you, dragging across the spot that made you moan and whimper.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Javi said, his voice tight and heavy with desire. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Can’t believe I get to be with you like this.”
“Javi,” you keened. His fingers circled your clit, bringing you to the edge as your pleasure grew. “You’re so good, Javi, oh - fuck - ”
You tightened around him as you tried not to cum, wanting to finish with him. His grip on your hip tightened.
“‘M close, sweetheart,” he said.
“Fuck, me too,” you gasped. “Oh, please - ”
“Cum with me, baby,” he managed. “Come on my cock, sweetheart.”
He pushed into you and pressed deeply against your clit; your orgasm washed over you with blinding pleasure, and you called out his name like a prayer. As you tightened around him, he came too, groaning like you’d torn his heart out of his chest.
“Christ,” he breathed, leaning his head against your back. He kissed your neck and stood you up as he pulled out of you, steadying you as your legs shook with ebbing waves of pleasure.
“That was incredible, sweetheart,” he said breathlessly. He turned you around to face him, holding you close, leaning his forehead against yours.
“Thank you, Javi,” you said.
He gave a quiet laugh. “Anytime, querida.”
You wanted to kiss him again, but feared it might be too intimate; he pressed his mouth to yours and kissed you tenderly, slowly.
“Don’t disobey me again,” he said, though his warning was gentle and you knew it came from a place of worry and care for you.
You shook your head. “No, sir.”
You could feel his smile against your mouth. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.”
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yvesdot · 2 years
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Hi, yves.. It's me, yves.. I'd really like to write something in a coffee shop with Atlas (you know what I am talking about), so could you do me a favor and write it? And then tag it for the bingo, if you don't mind, and don't forget to update the bingo sheet! Thanks. (-yvesdot)
Well, yves., I sure can! You know, I just had this idea, and I knew absolutely nobody deserved to feel as though they had spawned it with an innocent request, and then here you come with this ask... sometimes it's like we're the same person.
Warnings for misgendering, deadnaming, and one count (two counts?) of female-presenting... well, you know, but it's really brief and the overall piece is not remotely sexual. It's just that Atlas is Atlas.
(THE ONE AND ONLY UNIVERSE OF KAY RAINIER)
ATLAS - COFFEE SHOP
Atlas feels like trying something fucked up and unfortunate, so he walks into the nearest coffee shop and looks for their seasonal menu.
There's something with cranberries. Something with cinnamon, and something with peppermint bark. Should he try to aim for a drink he might actually enjoy, or should he go for something he's certain he'll hate in hopes of really testing his limits? He doesn't even know whether he likes cranberries. For that matter, he's forgotten how this place measures their cups. He examines the cups at the register from a distance, hoping to ascertain something. As usual, the effort is hopeless and demoralizing. Atlas supposes it wouldn't be the same if he knew any of the words to use when ordering. He sets himself to memorizing the first drink name he sees, which has TMs and Rs all over it, including in places Atlas wouldn't expect corporations to interfere, like 'whipped cream' (TM) and 'cran' (R). He's wondering whether you can really do that or if they're just pretending when one of the straight white girls at the table by the door shushes the other one. Then, obviously, he gives both of the girls his full attention.
The shushing one is blonde, and wearing a white coat with real fur around the top. She has absolutely enormous brown eyes, almost comical; and thin, symmetrical red lips. She wears, incredibly, knit fingerless gloves; Atlas has only seen those in pictures of white women. Her friend is dark-haired and wearing that poser style of eyeshadow; the kind where it's dark and overly large but clearly working very hard to be purple or blue or something else peacock-associated and definitely not black, to remain fashionable and so extremely status quo. Atlas doesn't hold it against her, partially because he feels sympathy—she clearly wishes that her hair was curlier than it is, and it never will be. Atlas gets in line, conveniently right in front of them.
"He took me bowling two years ago," the blonde one is saying now. "I can't."
"You are so welcome to tell me about your better options," the dark-haired one says, and the blonde one scoffs and sits back in her chair. "Lottie."
Atlas takes another glance and decides that Lottie does not look like a Lottie. She looks like an Abigail or a Jane, maybe, something simple and modern and elegant. Atlas feels sympathy for her, too. And for himself, because the person in front of him in line is trying to make exact change.
"Okay. So...." Lottie draws out the so... in a perfect California drawl. Atlas grins. "What's your suggestion?"
"Call him up, say something nice. Say you've been thinking about him. His... Give me something to work with."
"Soulful eyes."
"Well, don't say that. I don't know. Is that what they say?"
"I have no idea what they say," Lottie says. "What we have in common is that both of our parents spend a lot of money on clothes. That's not true. We’re both pretty."
Atlas is living for this.
"It was so stupid. I mean, I was totally head over heels, ready to get engaged, you know, crazy stuff every day, clearly the best option I've ever had, and then he was giving me the break-up talk. And he so obviously cared about me, and he was trying to be nice to me. He's so nice." Lottie sighs in the way girls do in old black and white movies and leans her head on her hand, looking out the window. "Oh," she says wistfully, "Kay."
Atlas is not living for this.
He almost turns all the way around to be sure that that was actually what he heard. Specifically, he was under the impression that it was only him and Kay's mom who got to call Kay 'Kay'. Not that it matters. But this is a random blonde girl, and also, Atlas is remembering that Kay had that fiancée whom she insisted was out of the picture. And clearly she is out of the picture. Because Atlas has never met her. And Atlas would know. If she mattered. At all.
"Let's go back to the beginning," the dark-haired one is saying. "Bowling. You're on the date. Sell me the guy. Sell me the two-year pining."
"I'm not pining. He was very nice." Lottie giggles. "And every time he missed a pin, he looked embarrassed."
Atlas cannot imagine Kay looking embarrassed. Can't imagine her missing anything, either. It's somehow crushing—he can imagine himself insisting, no, really, it's somehow better that he's never seen her embarrassed, hasn't known her long enough to see her fail at anything; actually, it means... what? That he likes her more? That she likes him more? Either way it seems like a pretty weak argument. He's about to sink into total depression when he finally hears the cashier telling him to order something or get out of the line.
"Um," Atlas says, trying to keep the conversation in his ears while delivering output from his mouth. "The seasonal drink."
"There are seven."
"There are—really? I only saw three on the sign. Seven? You don't think that's excessive?"
"I don't think anything. I get paid $7.50 an hour." The cashier looks like they want to be holding a cup, so Atlas hands them one. This worsens things.
"Whichever," Atlas says, "and whatever size. Put whatever you feel like in it, too. Piss in it, for all I care."
He doesn't have cash on him, so he can't even leave a worthwhile tip for the cashier getting paid $7.50 an hour and standing behind a counter too low to encourage peeing in cups. Whatever. Atlas will come back next week and make it rain. None of this is as important, though, as Lottie's opinions on Kay. Atlas loiters by the counter.
"...married to a Victorian for the rest of your life?" the dark-haired one is asking now, which is a very good question.
"Oh, I don't know. I don't want to marry some guy from the golf club, that's for sure." Lottie grips the table. "Look at me, Olivia! I'm a spinster!"
"By his standards? I bet. Who says he's not already married?"
"According to every other girl who's tried, he's a closet case." Lottie buries her face in her hands. "I'm telling you—he likes girls. I know it! I just feel it."
A tragedy! Atlas thinks. The first straight girl to have functioning gaydar, and she's cursed with no other brains at all.
"Call him," Olivia suggests, and when Lottie gives her a look, she adds, "or I'll call him. Give me your phone."
"I'm not giving you my phone. Olivia!" Lottie cries, as Olivia snatches her bag. "Liv! Give it—"
"Hm, hm, Sam From Class, Olivia Best Friend—oh, that's me—why am I scrolling like this. Look! Kay Rainier." She hits the big button in the middle of the flip phone's keyboard and holds it to her ear, humming quietly. The panda keychain on Lottie's phone swings in the air as Olivia takes a sip of her drink. Lottie herself hangs over the table in shock. Atlas picks up his drink and moves to sit across from them at an empty table, eavesdropping so closely he accidentally uses his magic and can hear the phone ringing on the other end. One sip of his drink and he nearly chokes to death, which is convenient, because the next thing Olivia says is, "Is Kay short for Constantine?" and Atlas would have had to disguise his laugh anyway.
"He has a house phone," Lottie stage-whispers, and Atlas presses his hands over his mouth to keep from making any sound.
"May I speak to Kay?" Olivia asks now. "Oh. I'm Charlotte’s friend. I'm like the operator. Is he there?" She nods thoughtfully, listening, then snaps the phone shut.
"...well???" asks Lottie.
"'Caelus,'" Olivia says, doing a terrible impression of Constantine's mopey voice, "'is out.'"
"Kay is what?" Atlas asks, whipping around, and both of the girls jump. Sometimes he forgets he is muscular. Or goth. Or the rest of it. "Out where?"
"How would I know?" Olivia asks. "Who are you?"
Atlas groans, burying his head in his hands.
"How fucking hard is it!" he asks the room. "How fucking hard is it to stay inside. Constantine says, watch Kay. I say, sure! Kay says, watch me walk out the fucking door and nearly get stabbed at the library. Where is Kay," he asks, and now his eyes go black and the coffee shop disappears. It's a good thing he doesn't think too much about how people perceive him.
Kay is not in the surrounding one mile she is not in the surrounding two miles she is not in—she is at home. Atlas blinks. Kay is at home. In fact—he focuses just a little bit—she is heading up the stairs. Back up the stairs, probably, after being downstairs. Constantine is in his office, and his pathing goes straight there from the phone.
"Kay is at home," Atlas says, in surprise. He looks at Olivia. "Constantine just lied to you. Why?"
"How do you know that?" Olivia asks, giving him her hardest straight-girl look, as Lottie collapses on the coffee shop table.
"Magic," Atlas says.
"You know Kay?" Olivia asks, crossing her arms.
Biblically, Atlas wants to tell her.
"Yes," he says, instead.
"Is he very pretty?" Olivia asks, and Lottie absolutely moans.
"Like you would not believe," Atlas says, and he takes another sip of his drink, and coughs. "Don't tell Kay I told you this," he says to Lottie—she brightens immediately—"but give up."
Lottie deflates like an air dancer.
"Sorry," Atlas says, but he isn't. He figures he does not even slightly look it, and that is fine with him. He would love to detail to this girl what each of Kay's nipples feel like in his mouth. He may not know what Kay looks like bowling, but hey, in bed with her he's yet to strike out...
"Not a totally lost cause," Olivia reassures Lottie. "Constantine is, what, his dad? How old can he be?"
Atlas spits some of his drink back into his cup.
"He's in his forties," Lottie mumbles.
"Me-ow," Olivia says, in a complete deadpan. Oh, how Atlas loves straight girls. He wipes at his face with a napkin. It's a shame they don't really love him back. Him and his bowling lesbian sex puns.
"I'm not going out with his dad," Lottie says, now maybe crying a little bit. Atlas composes himself and turns back around.
"I'll tell you this," he says. "You're blonde. You're wearing fur. You've been sitting in this coffee shop for, like, an hour, talking about dates from two years ago like you've never had a problem in your life. I was briefly jealous of you, and then it passed and will never return. Go out and find a guy."
"A guy?" Lottie echoes.
"A guy," Atlas confirms. "Literally any guy. It'll solve your problems, and also mine. Have this," he says, and he hands her the drink. "It's terrible."
And Lottie sits there, holding the drink with Atlas's spit in it in her little gloved hands, as he knocks the door open and walks out, ringing the coffeehouse bell in his wake. He's heading home now, to Kay in her room, and looking forward to seeing her naked. In the next half hour, probably. He spends the rest of the walk thinking of niche questions to ask Kay about bowling, and then imagining just when to say it, what position he should have her in, so he can shock her just enough that she'll lose control. So that he might see her embarrassed.
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don’t be shy // craquaria
title: don’t be shy
pairing: miz cracker x aquaria
words: 7 096
tags: Youtuber AU, cis women au, Miz Cracker's name is Brianna, Brianna is 29, Aquaria is 24, Smut, brianna tops aquaria bottoms, brianna keeps her nails nice and short
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Aquaria is shy. Brianna is apologetic.
"You should do a collab with AgeOfAquaria," Brianna Ackerman read, looking at the camera. The video cut to her laughing, and then to her saying, "What the fuck would I do with Aquaria?"
"Hello everybody! It's Brianna Cracker and it's time for this week's Revieeew with a Jew! Reviewing everything from film to foundation. As you know I never stop talking about the importance of mental health, so today I'm going to be reviewing a new musical on Broadway, Dear Evan Hansen!" She was over halfway through shooting episode #33 of Review with a Jew when the call came in.
"And that brings us to a very important factor in Evan's problems: Heidi. Heidi Hansen is a great mom. You can't deny that. But some of the things that make her great seem to make Evan's problems worse. Or at least, that's what Evan—"
Bzzzz! Bzzzz!
Leaving the camera rolling, Brianna looked down at her phone where it lay on the bookshelf behind her. She was surprised when she read the name on the caller ID. Trixie Mattel was the most popular YouTuber that Brianna had ever met, and the surprise she had felt when Trixie had asked for her phone number returned now, as Trixie actually contacted her for the first time.
Most of Brianna Cracker's YouTube channel happened because she had an idea and thought, "My fans would love this." So Brianna made a face and lifted her phone up in front of the camera.
"This is the life, girl," She said, making sure the camera had focused on the tiny screen before answering it. "Hello?"
"Hey girl, how are you doing? " Trixie said over the phone.
Brianna couldn't help but a laugh a little as she replied, "Oh my goodness, I'm doing good. How are you?"
"I'm good, thank you ," She said, graciously, with the sounds of the streets of New York City playing in the background. She was visiting from L.A., and apparently was having no trouble navigating the streets in her white patent leather pumps. "I just wanted to check in about the party tonight. I invited a few more people. "
When she paused, Brianna said, "Okay," unsure if she was looking for her approval. It was Trixie's party, basically, having started as a dumb idea she'd mentioned to Bob only a couple days ago. Until now, the guest list had been their small clique of New York Youtubers, and Trixie.
"New York people, you know ," Trixie went on to explain, "Sasha, Pearl, Aquaria. Anyways, I have a food emergency, and Monet say you were the girl to call. TIME FOR DINNERRRR! " Trixie yelled, making Brianna's heart seize for a moment as Trixie's shout dissolved into intense laughter.
Brianna heard herself laugh along, way too starstruck at this point—with Trixie Mattel quoting her jokes candidly—to really process what was happening.
"So, are there any good vegan grocery stores near Bedford and Avenue? "
Throwing a tense look at the camera, Brianna said, "Um, can I call you back in just a little bit? Because I am smack-dab in the middle of shooting Review with a Jew."
"Oh! " Trixie said, and laughed again. "Totally, girl. Hey, you should review those awful jelly shoes Katya loves. "
"Oh my god, I should," Brianna said automatically, idly wondering if Katya had been added to the guest list at this point, or if Trixie was just missing her best friend while she took some time off from YouTube.
"Okay. Call me back. See you ."
"Bye."
Brianna just looked at the camera as the line went dead, eventually tossing her phone back on the shelf. She gave a big sigh, knowing there was a million things to think about there, but unable to pull her mind away from finishing the video. "Heidi!" She announced. "Some of the things that make Heidi great seem to make Evan's problems worse."
+
Brianna Ackerman knew parties at Bob's apartment. She knew the front door opened to a huge open concept room, with 30th floor floor-to-ceiling windows wrapping around two sides of the kitchen-living-dining room. She knew the vegan food from a bakery Brianna had texted to Trixie would be spread haphazardly over the 10-person glass dining table, and a cheap bartender would be leaning over the breakfast bar, convincing everyone they wanted vodka-crans because he didn't want to go back into the fridge. Bob's four bedrooms would be securely locked, so as to protect the thousands of dollars of wigs, clothes, and camera equipment that had financed her success.
She knew what the elevator would sound like when she arrived at the right floor, though she didn't listen to it. Her thoughts were caught up in all the reasons why Bob and Brianna's clique of New York Youtubers didn't normally hang out with the likes of Sasha, Pearl, and Aquaria—people who’s content focused more on aesthetics than authenticity.
She did not know, however, just what tonight's party had in store for her.
Pushing into the apartment, the music was twice as loud as it normally was, and the dance floor—the entire room—was twice as full. People were screaming and jumping up and down. Bob was next to the mountain of food that was the dining table, halfway through chugging a bottle of clear liquid. When she saw Brianna come in, she didn't stop drinking, but her eyebrows shot up and she danced around a little to show her approval. Brianna made a beeline for her friend.
"That bad, huh?" Brianna said lowly, as Bob finished off the bottle and let out a loud ahhhh .
"I fucking hate all this, fucking, vegan food," She complained, picking up boxes and tossing them around the table. Then, Bob looked out into the crowd and screamed, "FUCK YOU TRIXIE MATTEL!"
When Brianna looked, she realized Bob had been talking directly to Trixie. Trixie didn't seem to care; when she locked eyes with Brianna she smiled brightly and started pushing through the crowd.
"I'm gonna draw stuff on Shae's face," Bob announced, shaking Brianna's shoulder. Brianna didn't know who Shea was. Bob just flipped Trixie off as she approached and disappeared into the fray.
"Cracker!" Trixie shrieked, pulling her into a hug.
"Hey!" Brianna returned, accepting the fruity, pink embrace of the most famous person she knew. When they broke apart Bri gushed, "Great party!"
Trixie tutted. "I didn't lift a finger.”
"You lifted your heels, though, and that's ten times harder," Brianna said, feigning pity.
Trixie threw her head back and scream-laughed.
Brianna chuckled along, feeling good. Maybe she could stand the beauty vloggers for a little while longer if Trixie kept laughing at her jokes.
Once Trixie fell out of her laugh she gasped, and reached ten long nails into Brianna's hair. "Oh my god, loooove," She said.
It was the same style she'd been wearing when she'd met Trixie, but that was months ago now and Brianna was sure Trixie was quite drunk. Straight, her golden blonde hair hung halfway down her back, but in the huge wavy curls Brianna could tease into it, the tips didn't reach the top of her tiny breasts. Trixie traced the big curl crowning Brianna's forehead, and she laughed.
Trixie had way less hair than Brianna, and today it was only in soft waves, with a flower crown circling her brow. "You have to come to L.A. soon so we can talk hair," She pleaded, but her attention was momentarily pulled away as someone called for her. "And bring some of those vegan donuts!"
And Trixie was gone.
Not sure how serious she was, Brianna tried not to dwell on the request too much and looked for Monet. She found Monet, Honey, and LeeLee in a quiet corner. They drank together, complained, and caught up. Lee Lee had just hit 1 million subs.
Eventually Brianna got bored of trying to ignore the crowd of beautiful people in shiny clothes dancing. She wanted a cigarette. She headed for the balcony.
Pearl was out there smoking a joint, and someone else was there too, but Brianna couldn't tell who. She stuck her head out into the cool night. "How long are you going to be?"
Pearl just flicked the joint onto the ground, putting it out with a heel. She stood, the long skirt of her dress swishing around her. Her eyes drooped, but Brianna thought she saw Pearl smirk a little as she pushed back inside. Brianna stepped out and pulled the balcony door shut behind her. The other person looked over.
Shit .
It was Aquaria. AgeOfAquaria Aquaria Needles. More subscribers than Miz Cracker Aquaria.
Brianna was frozen, but Aquaria's red lips turned into a small smile. "Hi," She said, waving as well.
I can't go back. And I have to get out of this weed smell , Brianna decided and took a couple tentative steps towards where Aquaria was leaning against the railing.
"I'm Aquaria. You read me in your video last week," She said.
Can't go back now , Brianna thought, not stopping until she was at Aquaria's side. She hadn't even known if Aquaria had seen Brianna publicly denouncing a collaboration between them, though after hundreds of angry comments on the video and a half-hearted tweet on Brianna's half, she guessed the drama had gotten back to the girl she may have been trying to insult just a little.
Aquaria just looked out at the city, black ponytail swishing around behind her. "Or tried to, at least."
Okay, rude . "I'm really sorry," Brianna said, jumping right in, "I just meant, like, our channels are so different, you know?"
"If you're implying that I wouldn't paint myself pink if my fans wanted me to...you're right," She admitted.
Brianna could tell it was still supposed to be a dig at her, but Aquaria was smiling so she did too. Aquaria raised her drink. Brianna fished a pack of cigarettes out of her clutch and offered one, but Aquaria refused. "Why are you out here anyways?" Brianna asked, as she lit a cigarette for herself. "Trixie Mattel is in there."
Aquaria just shook her head and said, "Parties..."
Brianna had no idea what she meant. But she nodded anyways, breathing smoke off to one side. Behind them, the music was leaking out the windows, and the sound of people laughing roared for a moment. Aquaria and Brianna ignored it expertly, drinking and smoking and listening to the streets below them. Brianna's feet were already starting to ache in her tiny pink pumps, but she didn't regret wearing them since they went so well with the silver elastic tube she was passing off as a dress. She couldn't help but check to see Aquaria wearing flat black platforms. Her short black dress went high up to her neck and flared at the waist in severe pleats, with silver rings drawing lines down her front and around her thighs. Brianna had hardly watched any of Aquaria's content, but she could tell Aquaria had made the dress.
"So, are you from New York?" Brianna asked, figuring she would be civil if they were going to be civil.
"No, I moved here for school," Aquaria said, readjusting her lean on the railing and turning slightly towards Brianna so she could see the makeup to go with the outfit. Red lips, black everything else. Then, she said, "Fashion school," as if Brianna could forget it.
But Aquaria was being cool. She wasn't mad about the Brianna Cracker video. She came to a party at Bob's house and was now willingly conversing with Brianna, who had been expecting a lot less. So Bri just nodded along. "You finished, right?"
Aquaria gave her a weird look. "I'm 24," She clarified, and Brianna guessed that meant she was too old for school.
"Sorry," Brianna said, "Yeah." She kept smoking, sort of wondering if she was standing too close to Aquaria but not really caring. Another chorus of laughs sounded behind them, and Brianna wondered if she should be inside networking. Then, she wondered why Aquaria wasn't saying anything and started to panic. "So, what's next for you?"
It was a question Brianna used to hate, and it looked like Aquaria was in the same boat. She sighed, saying, "I don't know," And took a big sip of her drink. "I'm not going to be a YouTuber forever," She promised Brianna, leaning over and getting as close as she had yet.
Brianna nodded along, finding herself wishing that Aquaria would lean just a little closer so her hair would fall over over Brianna's shoulder, for some reason. "Who are you going to be?"
Aquaria leaned away and stood up tall. The silver on her dress glinted with yellow lights. "I want to be a designer with my own label,” She explained in a clear voice, her determination and pride showing through. But when Aquaria looked down into her drink and grumbled, “Obviously."
Brianna didn't think, just pulled off her cigarette and echoed, "Obviously."
She instantly regretted it. Here she was, almost 30 with two dead end jobs, making fun of a 24-year-old for having a dream.
But Aquaria didn't get mad. She looked over, scandalized but almost laughing and spat, "Shut up!" She pushed Brianna's shoulder, but Brianna didn't go far.
Aquaria gave up after that, slumping back over the railing and looking down at the streets, sipping red liquid.
Brianna looked out as well. She tried to enjoy the sight, find places she knew, relish in the cool but not cold air. But all she could feel was some little happy satisfaction. She smoked and didn't listen or look to a single thing, just felt. Brianna thought about this person she was standing next to, who had dreams and lots of money and didn't mind hanging out with someone like Brianna, apparently.
The music bleeding through behind them changed, and Brianna's head snapped around automatically. As she said, "I love this song!" Brianna saw Aquaria also wore an excited face, and heard her express a similar sentiment.
Along with the happy in her head, Brianna felt a warmth stir in her belly that she ignored in favor of stomping out her cigarette as fast as she could. But once Brianna started back towards the balcony door, she heard Aquaria speak again.
"Brianna?" She said. It was the first time she had said that word. Her eyebrows had fallen to the waysides and she had one arm half stretched out, as if she had reached for Brianna's arm. "Will you dance with me?"
Brianna felt her stomach swoop as she pranced two steps back towards Aquaria to grab her hand. "Of course! Come on!"
It was clear as they re-entered the party that not everyone was as partial to Masseduction by St. Vincent as they were. But they didn't care, as Aquaria freely took Brianna's other hand as well and started dancing. Aquaria swung her ponytail and her hips, twisting around, and Brianna bounced her head and jumped in time. Aquaria wore a relatively serious face as they danced, singing along to the choice words she remembered. But Brianna knew from years of feedback that she was her best self when she was stupid, so stupid she was. She pulled faces and wiggled for Aquaria, eventually making her laugh.
At some point, Monet locked eyes with Brianna and gave her the most judge-y look Monet had ever managed, but Brianna just shrugged and turned back to Aquaria. They knew the words to the bridge. "Oh, what a bore, to be so adored ," Brianna, Aquaria, and anyone else dancing crooned. Aquaria's eyes were closed as she sang and she her now-free hands were drawing random shapes above her head. Brianna felt her mouth form the second line of the same words, but had given up entirely on focusing on dancing, as the tickles in her stomach and sneaking suspicion in her head finally confirmed that, Oh no. I like her.
But the night wasn't over yet.
They finished the song innocently enough, and then three more songs, before Aquaria finally excused herself to get another drink. Brianna took the cue and went to bother Monet.
"Bitch," Her loving New York sister greeted, "I know you're always networking, but that was 15 minutes of eye contact."
LeeLee piped up. "When you fuck her, actually look at her tits because I want to know whose are smaller."
Brianna just shook her head, taking someone's drink. "I was being nice! I said something..…unprofessional in a video," She covered, definitely not thinking about seeing Aquaria's tits.
"So when you hate-fuck her," LeeLee amended, to which Brianna flipped her off and left.
For the rest of the party, Brianna wandered aimlessly, not really feeling like dancing even when Honey and Bob got into it. She smoked, tried to talk to Trixie, tried to compliment the beauty vloggers, and drank.
Around 1:30, people started to filter out in favour of better things, and when Brianna saw Aquaria slip inside from the balcony and head for the door, she made quick goodbyes. She moved as fast as she could in her little shoes and made it out the door behind a long, black ponytail.
Aquaria realized she was there and gave a polite smile as she pressed the elevator button. In a 47-storey building, it was going to take a while for it to arrive. Brianna tried to hold out for a minute but she couldn't just stand there in silence. "So, did you have fun?"
"Yeah," Aquaria said, and then in a quieter voice, "It was nice to see everyone."
The elevator beeped as it arrived. They got on. Brianna waited to see if Aquaria would say anything. She didn't, just leaned against one wall and watched the numbers tick down, fiddling with a ring on her dress. "Hey," Brianna started as she stood against the opposite wall, and Aquaria looked up. "I'm hoping there's no more bad blood between us, going forward. It was really nice to meet you."
This time, Brianna swore she saw Aquaria blush as she looked down for a second and then promised, "Yeah, totally."
Brianna nodded. Aquaria sort of shifted, and crossed her legs. Bri went on, "'Cause we don't have to make a video, but we could still hang out, if you wanted to."
She watched the excitement build in Aquaria's face even though she was really good at hiding it. "Sure, can I have your number?" She asked nonchalantly, already clicking around on her giant iPhone.
Brianna shuffled across the elevator until she was well into Aquaria's personal space. The phone was barely balanced between three fingers, but Brianna still managed to tickle Aquaria's hand as she took it. She typed her name as, 'Bri [cheese emoji] [heart eyes emoji]", and texted herself "Hey it's Aquarius Noodles."
Aquaria smiled, almost laughed, when she took it back and saw what Brianna had done. Brianna didn't move to back away, but Aquaria put a hand on her arm to keep her in place anyways. "I did have fun tonight, thanks to you," Aquaria admitted or lied, probably a mix of both. "And this dress is incredible."
"You like it?" Brianna asked, unable to hide her smile and she glanced down at herself. Not everyone liked it when girls with big hips wore tight clothes, so Brianna was glad that Aquaria could deal with Brianna's ass.
Aquaria nodded and rubbed a thumb over the thin straps.
"Well you look amazing, as always," Brianna said, eyes flickering between Aquaria's eyes and lips, as if they were her only achievements that night.
There. Brianna definitely saw Aquaria blush beneath all the foundation and highlight. Between that and the way Aquaria's nails had settled to press semi-circles into Brianna's shoulder, Brianna felt her stomach warming significantly.
The air was still. The elevator beeped as they descended.
Brianna quelled whatever was rising in her chest to ask, "Can I kiss you?"
Aquaria said, "Okay," and Brianna let it flow up and spill over as she leaned up and pressed her lips against Aquaria's.
She was soft. She was warm. Brianna poured all the emotions that had been building inside of her all night into this kiss, breathing and telling Aquaria she was soft and warm and beautiful. Brianna was frozen in the moment, feeling the way their mouths fit together—and then Aquaria started to really kiss her.
Leaning down and tilting her head, Aquaria only got a second to try and intensify things before Brianna pulled away smiling. Aquaria breathed, and when she realized Brianna seemed happy she smiled a little too.
Ding!
Brianna breathed and stepped back as the elevator doors slid open. “Um,” She said as she skipped into the lobby, feeling Aquaria follow close behind. Brianna spun around, catching Aquaria by the arms. “Can I walk you home?”
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Aquaria’s Brooklyn apartment was actually pretty close to Bob’s, especially compared to Brianna’s haunt in Manhattan, but the short trip was still agonizing with the way Aquaria would shoot half-lidded looks back over her shoulder, or brush up behind Brianna and ghost her hand along Brianna’s back. The wind had picked up in the warm September night, so they huddled close in their sleeveless cocktail dresses. Eventually they came to a posh building where Aquaria waved her keys and the door opened, a security guard exchanging nods with her as they passed.
Aquaria pushed the button for the 21st floor and Brianna pushed Aquaria against the mirrored wall. She could tell Aquaria liked it, by the way she sighed in her throat and accepted Brianna’s kiss when it came. Brianna’s fingers pushed against the tough fabric of her dress as her lips wrapped around Aquaria’s mouth. Aquaria got to work with her tongue, her nails finding Brianna’s scalp.
When Brianna slid one hand around to press over Aquaria’s ass, she heard another small sound come from her mouth, but then almost a gasp, like she was trying to silence it. Brianna broke the kiss and looked up under Aquaria’s false lashes. “Don’t be shy,” Brianna mumbled. She reached down even further to grab Aquaria’s ass properly as her lips attached to Aquaria’s neck.
She moaned .
Brianna swore inside her head. They both felt the elevator slow, and Bri reluctantly peeled herself off.
Aquaria happily led them down plush hallway after plush hallway, before waving into a door with its own security camera. It opened to an amazing apartment that Brianna could barely process with four drinks in her. All she saw was the pile of junk that had started as a couch where Aquaria threw their shoes, and then a dim hallway that led to—oh my god—a gigantic bedroom.
“This is as big as my whole apartment,” Brianna lied, mentally measuring the bed as Aquaria crawled onto it. Bri followed quickly. She re-attached her lips to Aquaria’s neck and went for the side zipper.
But before she even found her purchase, Aquaria reached up to stop her. They looked at each other, and Aquaria looked a little nervous.
“Sorry,” Bri said, taking her hand off the handmade dress and giving the other girl space. “I don’t want to break it.”
“No, I,” Aquaria said, looking away as she unzipped the dress a couple inches. She looked at the opening so Brianna did too, finding black lace underneath.
Brianna only had to realize it’s lingerie to guess what Aquaria was thinking. “Oh, um, do you want to…strip for me?” She asked, and the other girl’s nerves turned to embarassment—a good embarassment, judging by the light that twinkled in Aquaria’s eyes. “Just, oh my god, do it,” Brianna said, sounding not at all sexy but Aquaria scampered back off the bed anyways. Bri followed quickly, kneeling with her thighs apart so her dress rode up. She breathed, not sure what was about to happen but knowing she wanted it to.
Aquaria looked down over one shoulder and unzipped the rest of her dress—shirt, Brianna now realized, as the bodice fell open and the skirt remained intact. Aquaria turned and leaned down, closer and closer, until her lips almost brushed against Brianna’s. She grabbed Bri’s hand that had subconsciously navigated to her thigh. Aquaria brought the hand up inside her shirt, and as Brianna’s fingertips connected with the rough lace of her bralette, she pressed their lips together.
Brianna could feel everything. The saliva on Aquaria’s mouth, her soft breast beneath her hand, the heat pooling between their bodies. Bri was already started to have trouble breathing. She squeezed, and Aquaria backed up, licking her lips as Brianna leaned after her.
Aquaria stared Bri down as she pulled the shirt off. Fuck , Brianna thought, at the sight of the simple bra made of thick, black lace, and Aquaria’s dark nipples straining beneath it. Aquaria propped one foot on the bed and pulled the elastic out of her ponytail. She shook her hair, then started to draw it back up into a bun as she looked down.
Brianna was suffering. Aquaria was so close, so ready, but still so far and ignoring Brianna .
Once her hair was up, she turned to the side so Brianna was looking at the fateful second zipper keeping the black pleats securely around Aquaria’s waist. She unzipped it all the way down but held it in place. Aquaria spun the long way around to face the girl on the bed while keeping the skirt in front of everything Brianna wanted to see, before pausing and dropping it.
Brianna’s breath caught in her throat. The same severe lace drew a triangle pointing down from Aquaria’s hips, sitting low and hugging her tightly. She couldn’t help it, and Aquaria didn’t stop her: Brianna reached out and wrapped her hands around Aquaria’s ass, feeling the rough lace and imagining Aquaria squirming in it all night as she pulled her closer by it. Aquaria came and perched on her knees in front of Brianna.
Aquaria kissed her, and Brianna’s hands squeezed. Aquaria left no room for romance as she licked into and kissed Brianna. Pushing, breathing, sucking.
Then Aquaria’s nails reached Brianna’s thighs and started to push her dress up even farther. Soft tips ghosting under the fabric and then back along her skin, Brianna was so turned on it was starting to hurt. She kissed back hard, pressing her lips into Aquaria over and over, hungry for more.
But Aquaria didn’t give it to her. She gave Brianna a half-mischevious, half-unsure look before ducking to make-out with Brianna’s neck. Her hand slipped under the silver skirt again to play with the band of Brianna’s underwear.
“Mmm,” Brianna said, “Should I take them off?”
To which Aquaria responded. “Yes. I, yeah.”
Aquaria stood up while Brianna sat to wriggle her underwear off. Now she felt exposed, and a little wet, so Brianna kneeled again with her knees pressed tightly together as she waited for Aquaria to kiss her again. She reached out, but Aquaria just caught her hands in her own, throwing glances at Brianna’s stomach and keeping their lips a few solid feet apart.
“Oh. Do you, want to eat me out?” Brianna asked, voice even, body already reacting to the thought of it.
Aquaria’s eyes were darker even more than usual as she looked at Brianna. “I, um, want. Yes,” She managed, and touched Brianna’s knees so she would open them.
As Brianna adjusted to sit with her calves hanging off, Aquaria kneeled in front of the bed, pulling Bri closer to the edge. Brianna tried to breathe. Aquaria’s nails dug into her thighs, and then her mouth connected with the outside of Brianna’s lips. Bri grabbed at the sheets and felt herself throbbing. Keep it together .
Aquaria kissed, lower, all around the soft, slightly hairy skin between Brianna’s legs. Brianna focused on bringing air into and out of her lungs until Aquaria’s tongue dragged lightly up her clitoris, and she had to breathe out a whine. Aquaria attached her whole mouth around Brianna’s clit as she drew her tongue up and down, saliva going everywhere.
“Oh my god,” Bri said quietly, trying not to rock her hips. Her feet didn’t reach the ground sitting like this so she dug her heels into the bedframe.
Aquaria just moved slower, sucking and pressing her lips, moving them in circles on her clit. She kissed around, chastely, and then licked at Brianna’s sensitive spot again until she twitched. Aquaria took her mouth off for half a second. Brianna longed for it. Her fingers were already aching from clenching the sheets so tightly, and she tried to readjust only to grab right back on when Aquaria drew the flat of her tongue right over Brianna’s opening. Haze and pleasure filled Brianna’s brain. Knowing Aquaria was tasting her and all the stimulation from between her legs made Bri’s stomach tingle more and more.
Then Aquaria moved back to her clit, drawing her tongue in lines and circles around it, until every breath Brianna took was shallow and loud. One of Aquaria’s hands dug into Bri’s thigh while the other reached for Brianna’s hand. Aquaria guided it between her legs and to the opening of her vagina. Bri was quick to slide a finger in, pushing in softly as Aquaria drooled and pressed on her clitoris.
Soon enough, Brianna was uttering ‘oh’ every other press. Then Aquaria’s name. And then her face and neck and brain were full of incredible tingling, which built and built as Aquaria licked all around until it was physically impossible for Brianna to feel anymore pleasure than she was experiencing.
She drew her hand to Aquaria’s face, guiding her up to see Brianna half-lidded and biting at her bottom lip. Aquaria kissed her, leaned over her, and listened to Bri’s soft hums of content. Brianna accepted it and let Aquaria’s mouth push her to lean further and further backwards, until her mouth disappeared and Brianna actually had to look to see what was going on.
Aquaria just hovered an inch away and said, “You, um. Was it good?”
“Fuck, so good,” Brianna admitted, throwing an arm around Aquaria’s neck to kiss her and lay back on the bed. Aquaria was awkwardly hanging half off the bed but she held on for dear life as their mouths slotted together and moved like stillness would kill them.
When Aquaria pushed herself up on her forearms, Brianna wiggled backwards. It broke their kiss but they both moved up the bed until Brianna’s head was on the pillow and Aquaria was bearing down on top of her again. Licking over Bri’s teeth viciously, she pulled Brianna’s dress up and up until they separated again to pull it over her head. Before Aquaria could kiss her again, Brianna pushed at the bralette. Aquaria let her pull it off, and it temporarily snagged on her bun, but that just made Aquaria giggle as they pushed their lips back together.
Brianna was still coming down from her orgasm, but she could tell Aquaria was super turned-on by how she shuddered when Brianna ran her fingers down her bare sides. Brianna relaxed, let her muscles turn to jelly in the soft sheets, let Aquaria kiss her energetically. She felt where the lace panties were soaked through. She pushed them off and down to Aquaria’s knees. The only thing that slowed Aquaria’s lips was when Brianna let one finger tickle where Aquaria’s tailbone gave way to her ass. As she pushed her fingertip slowly between her cheeks, Aquaria froze, breathing hot air over Brianna’s smirk, eyes pressed shut.
Brianna took the opportunity to shimmy down an inch and take Aquaria’s nipple between her lips. She drew her finger up and down shallowly as she ran her tongue over the tough tip of her breast. Aquaria’s thighs were flexing. She pulled Brianna’s other hand off her back and threaded their fingers together. Brianna ran her fingers lightly over Aquaria’s ass and then squeezed, and Aquaria only pushed back into her hand. Brianna teased and licked until Aquaria’s breath was strained in her ear.
Brianna easily rolled them over, Aquaria landing surprised-looking on her back in the dark bedroom. Until Brianna kissed that look away. She put her tongue in Aquaria’s mouth and two fingers over her opening. She spread the wetness around and started working her clit, feeling Aquaria’s hands fist in Brianna’s hair. Brianna just focused on Aquaria, on how her legs slid around and her tongue responded emphatically to everything Brianna was doing. The panties—still around her knees—were getting in the way of her jerks and twitches so Brianna pushed them all the way off. She focused on moving her fingertips in the precise pattern that had little whines coming from Aquaria’s throat. When one hand suddenly yanked softly on Brianna’s hand, Bri broke their kiss and muttered, “You like that?” Immediately repeating what she had just done.
Aquaria’s face was flush with pleasure as she sounded, “Mmm hmm.”
Brianna smiled down at her. “Don’t be shy. Tell me,” She asked, pressing her fingers slowly down Aquaria’s vulva.
Aquaria shut her eyes and let out a quiet, ohhhhhh .
Brianna said, “Yeah,” in a really small voice to encourage her, and moved her fingers back up to Aquaria’s clit. Brianna moved them furiously, trying to get more sounds out of her. Everything between Aquaria’s legs was slippery at this point.
As the pleasure built, Aquaria gave a louder whine and a strangled, “Brianna.”
Lips pressing to her ear, Brianna asked, “Can I finger you?”
“Yes. Yes,” Aquaria repeated.
Brianna laid herself half on top of Aquaria with one leg draped over her thigh, so she didn’t have to concentrate on not falling down. One of Aquaria’s hands fell away to fist in the sheets. “Okay, relax,” Brianna advised, and breathed a soft sigh.
Aquaria copied the breath, and Brianna felt her muscles go lax beneath her. Brianna quickly rubbed her middle finger in the wetness between Aquaria’s legs, and then slipped the finger inside her.
Aquaria gave a nice, full moan.
Brianna wanted the sound on repeat. She moved the finger slowly, out, and then back in, feeling Aquaria’s walls and where they naturally stopped. Brianna gave a couple quicker thrusts before pushing a second finger inside.
“Ohhhh. Fuck,” Aquaria said, back arching against the bed. They were in it now, so Brianna wasted no time pushing in and out of Aquaria, getting faster and faster.
Brianna pressed kisses to her cheek, neck, and chest. She let Aquaria pull her hair and watched her head turn back and forth. The warm feelings had returned in her stomach, and with everything Aquaria did, they spiked and spread.
Aquaria started to whine more and more. “Oh. Ohhh, fuck. Brianna,” She crooned.
She felt Aquaria’s hips still a little as she settled into the motion, so Brianna adjusted the angle and thrusted, even and powerful and finally hitting that spot.
“Yes, fuck,” Aquaria said, holding onto Brianna’s hair for dear life. She didn’t have to say it; Brianna knew Aquaria was almost about to orgasm. Walls swelling around her fingers, Brianna pushed and pushed, feeling and hearing Aquaria’s every reaction.
Then Aquaria’s breath caught. She was clenching, and was Brianna fucking her through it. Up and over the edge. Brianna started to throb watching Aquaria’s face as she processed all the pleasure.
And then Aquaria was breathing, gasping. Relaxing into Brianna. Her heart beat loud over the relative silence as she stroked Bri’s hair softly. She was unable to keep the smudged-lipstick smile off her face, and she was absolutely beautiful to Brianna in that moment.
Brianna took her fingers out and hoped Aquaria wouldn’t mind as she wiped them randomly on the other side of the bed. They lay there like that for a moment, breathing and sprawled out, both staring up at the ceiling. Nice , Brianna thought.
She hiked her leg up a little more and moved to throw her arm over Aquaria’s stomach, but Aquaria caught her arm and rolled them over. It was Brianna’s turn to be surprised as she took in the excited look on Aquaria’s face, like her brain hadn’t just been flooded with oxytocin.
“I, can we, um,” Aquaria said, stuttering through the words before shutting her eyes and stopping in frustration.
Brianna could see it, so she reached one finger up to boop Aquaria’s nose and said, “Hey, what’s up?”
Aquaria breathed as she looked down and said, “One more time?” Plain and simple.
“Yeah, what do you—” Brianna started, but stopped when Aquaria sat up and put a finger between Brianna’s legs. She drew it out and then placed the whole thing in her mouth. She put on a show. She closed her eyes and slowly slid it out, grinding on Brianna’s stomach, and pulling the finger out with a pop . Brianna’s heart skipped a beat as she teased, “You’re a whore.”
But Aquaria just leaned close to Brianna’s ear and whispered: “Can we scissor?”
One orgasm was doing wonders for this girl’s confidence.
Brianna muttered, “Yes, please,” and Aquaria was moving. She kissed Brianna fully as she ran a hand down one leg, tickling and then raising the knee. Her other hand quickly found its place threaded with Brianna’s fingers. Aquaria sat up, sliding her own knee underneath, bracing herself against the headboard, and then throwing her other leg over Brianna’s other hip.
She grinded down in a circle, rubbing their clits together. It was hot and wet and amazing .
Brianna muttered a low, “Yeah,” to encourage her to keep going, and she did. The sensation built slowly, and Brianna was silently begging her to go faster. But Aquaria didn’t. Not, at least, until she grabbed Bri’s other hand and started sucking on two of her fingers.
Brianna shook her head in disbelief for a couple seconds as Aquaria started grinding faster and faster, and suddenly pleasure started possesing Brianna’s body. It came hot and quick, radiating out from where their bodies were pressed together. Little ‘ahh’s escaped Brianna over and over as it built and built inside her. “Fuck, Aquaria,” Brianna muttered, knowing she wouldn’t last long. Her whole body was on fire. Heat was curling up her neck and making her feet spasm. Aquaria just kept thrusting, slick but hard.
And then Brianna was orgasming, with a pained, “ Ohhh .” Aquaria’s hand was white where Brianna was squeezing it. She was frozen under Aquaria’s rocking hips, as pleasure filled her every nerve.
Brianna started to fall out of it, breathing deep and relaxing, but Aquaria kept going. Bri let her grind against her a few more times before stopping her. She fought through the haze that was settling over her brain to push Aquaria over. Brianna rubbed her clit with the flat of three fingers until the other girl came, moaning and shaking beneath her.
Brianna reveled in every second of it. All the wet spots they had left on the bed, every change in Aquaria’s breathing, every red semi-circle in Brianna’s skin.
But then the aches were settling into her muscle. The fatigue was overtaking her brain. She had one word in her head, and it was ‘home’.
She started to force herself to get up, but Aquaria’s hands were grabbing and pulling. Before Brianna knew it, she was wrapped in a duvet burrito with AgeOfAquaria Aquaria Needles, listening to soft, content breaths as they both fell asleep.
+ A few days later
Aquaria’s Q&A was read quickly off her phone. “Please collab with Brianna Cracker.” Her face lit up as she looked at the camera. “I think that would be awesome! I hope we can soon.”
+ The next week
“Thank you so much for watching,” Aquaria gushed quickly as she filmed the end of her third date makeup tutorial. “Like and subscribe down below. Remember, you don’t define beauty, beauty is defined by you!”
She started posing for the last few second of the video, but suddenly her ringtone sounded from where her phone was tossed on a pile of papers. She stood up and grabbed it, answering it as quick as she could, saying, “Hey hon.”
Sasha looked up from where she was lounging behind the camera. She had offered to help Aquaria edit a better outro and was hanging around while she filmed it.
“Hey sweetie ,” Brianna crooned through the phone. Aquaria was already blushing as she paced between her desk and her ring light. “ I watched your Q&A video .”
“Uhhh, did you like it?” Aquaria asked, voice light and teasing. Sasha was waving around and pretending to scream at her, but Aquaria ignored it expertly.
“It was very cute, darling ,” Brianna said, and then paused. Sasha was furiously typing and Aquaria just knew the groupchat would be blowing up on this call ended. Finally, Brianna spoke again: “Do you actually want to do a video? ” She asked.
Aquaria breathed. “I don’t think our channels are that different, not really.”
“Really? ”
Aquaria tried to walk as far from Sasha as she could when she muttered, “Why don’t you come over tonight and we can, um, talk about it.”
The line was quiet for a second. Aquaria turned around, and Sasha’s grin was shit-eating. Then, “Okay. Yes .”
“Yay!” Aquaria exclaimed, unable to stop herself from bouncing around and pumping a fist in the air. “I’ll see you at 8.”
“Okay. Bye baby. ”
“Bye cutie,” Aquaria signed off, and hit the red button as her face turned the same colour. She ditched the phone in her recording chair and ignored it as the buzzing began.
Sasha’s face was in her hands, perched on the arm of the couch. She looked up at Aquaria through thick, natural lashes and thick, black glasses. “‘Cutie’?” Sasha asked.
Aquaria just joined her on the couch and pulled the laptop onto her legs. “Alright,” She said, opening up her video editing software, silently hoping the lifeless light of her screen would balance out the heat in her cheeks. She looked at Sasha. “What do I do?”
Sasha just shook her head for a second, two, three. Eventually she shook herself out of the stupour and said, “Uh, this is gonna take a while, so you should go wash your face.”
“No,” Aquaria sing-songed, dragging the footage she had just filmed into the program, “I have a third date tonight. This is my third date look.”
Sasha just smiled and tilted her head. Aquaria stared back. Sasha announced, “You’re so gone, bitch.”
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superdecade · 6 years
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Levidromes
A levidrome is a word that when spelled backwards makes another word. Well, at least not yet. It is not in the Oxford English Dictionary. Levi Budd is a six-year-old boy from British Columbia in Canada who has coined the term 'levidrome' after spotting that the word 'STOP' spells 'POTS' backwards. After realising that there is no such word in English for this phenomena, a social media campaign has started to get this word in popular usage (hence this post). I wrote a short Python script this morning that will pull all of the levidromes from a dictionary file. The full list is copied below.
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talc tallat tam tan tang tanna tao tap taps tar tared tarok tarp tarps tart tas taser tat tate tats tav taw taws te teed teek teel teels teem teemer tef teg tel telfer ten tenet tenner tennes tennis tennos tenon terces terf terra terret tes tet tets tew ti tiar tic tid tide tig til tiler tils time timed timer tin tink tinker tins tip tips tirrit tis tit toc tocs tod tog tom ton tonk tonker tons too tool tools toom tooms toons toot top toped toper tops tor torot tort tot tots tow tows trad trail tram trams trap traped traps trat trats tressed trew trig trins trips trod trons troop trop troped trot trow tsar tub tuba tubed tuber tug tum tums tun tup tut two ug ulu ulus um umu un urb utu vas vat vav vid vug wad wan wang wans wap waps war warb ward warder warts was wat wats waw way wed wem wems wen wena wert wet wets wey wo wok wolf wolfer won wonk wons wop word wort worts wos wot wots wow xis ya yad yag yah yahs yak yam yap yaps yar yard yaw yaws yay yebo yeh yerd yes yeses yew yews yo yob yod yom yon yos yrneh yug yup zaps zas zel ziz zuz zzz
It is interesting to note that some levidromes are also palindromes. I wonder whether we need a new word to describe this phenomenon also?  Furthermore, there is no word in English for "a word that you make up in order to make another word make sense". I suggest: "emordivel" ?
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neon-llama · 7 years
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~Sim Q&A tag~ Tagged by: @nervous---subject Thank you Babe! ♥♥ 
I tag @cheniasims, @opheliasim, @dessyrinata, @trembling-hands, @simsluname , @eve-sims, @futurisims, @arcana-sims <-All blogs that kickass! Sim’s name: So I kinda love this and I’m going to do both Fox & Rhys…>=P
1. What is your sim’s favorite food? 
Fox: Ice cream!, Specifically chocolate chocolate chip =]
Rhys: He is a simple creature…pizza.
2. What is your sim’s favorite color?
Fox: Yellow.
Rhys: He’ll say black like his soul, but really it’s Red. 3. What is your sim’s zodiac sign? Fox: Aquarius.
Rhys: Aries. 4. Does your sim believe in “love at first sight”? Fox: She doesn’t believe in fairytales or anything as clique as love at first sight.
Rhys: He’s laugh in your face if you asked him, but once upon a time he did… long long ago!
5. What is your sim’s sexuality? Fox: She’s never thought about it, honestly she’s only ever been with guys, but girls are not off the table just yet.
Rhys: He loves the Dishes, BUT he did kiss a guy once at a party playing spin the bottle. 6. Is your Sim a cat or dog person? (or both?) Fox: She loves dogs!!!, but Cats are cool too.
Rhys: Foxes….I think I’ve mentioned that before lol 7. Adding to the previous question, if your sim were to have a cat and/or dog, what kind/breed(s) would it be? Fox: The most awkward looking dog or cat…which is to say the one no one else wants.
Rhys: FLUFFYYYYYY. 8. Does your Sim have a best friend? Fox: Casper.
Rhys: Casper 9. Does your Sim have a favorite life stage? Fox: Her childhood sucked assssss..so her current stage.
Rhys: Before his mom died…he was about 5 then. 10. What is your sim’s ethnicity? I’m pretty sure their last names are obvious, but Fox is from ireland (She has no accent) and Rhys is from Nepal (he doesnt have one either).
11. If your Sim could travel to anywhere in the world, where would they visit? Fox: She’d go somewhere that would make her cry when she got there. She imagines that places to be magical, somewhere like the Glowworm Caves in New Zealand.
Rhys: He’s never had any travel plan before, so probably Vegas if he had the money. 12. If your Sim was a castaway on a distant, uncharted island, who would they bring?
Fox: No one, she’d suffer alone.
Rhys: He’s bring anyone that was DTF. 13. Does your Sim have a favorite tv show and/or movie? Fox: The little mermaid, even though she doesn’t believe in happy endings she loved Ariel, it’s why she dyed her hair so red.
Rhys: The nightmare before christmas. Pretty much any Tim Burton Movie.
14. Does your sim believe in the “simulation theory”? Fox: Nope, but she knows her sister does.
Rhys: He’s thought about it before on a quiet drunk night. But he’d just say Fuck it! 15. Does your Sim have a favorite kind of clothing to wear? Fox: the biggest oversized hoodie.
Rhys: He thinks all humans would be better off naked. 16. Does your Sim have a lucky charm? Neither of them do. 17. What kind of music or singers does your sim listen to? Rhys: His taste can be questionable at best, but his favorite song is ‘I wanna dance with somebody by Whitney’.
Fox: Eminem! He’s crazy AF, but he’s hot. 18. Does your Sim have a favorite family activity to do together? Fox: Not really, when she’s with them she’s happy.
Rhys: Drink. 19. What is your sim’s age? Fox: 22
Rhys: 24 20. Does your Sim have a dream job? Fox: She doesn’t think about her future, she doesn’t think she’s good at anything important
Rhys: Own a bar….Specifically own Cal’s bar. 21. What is your sim’s favorite beverage? Fox: Cran-Apple
Rhys: Whiskey 22. What is your sim’s favorite dessert? Fox: IT WILL ALWAYS BE CHOCOLATE CHOCOLATE CHIP ICECREAM! 
Rhys: Marino's italian icy. 23. Does your Sim have any siblings? Fox: Raven & Dib O’Malley
Rhys: He consider;s Casper his brother.
24. What activity/hobby makes your sim the happiest? Fox: Drawing..she’s pretty good at it. She also likes to sing even though she’s shy.
Rhys: Making drinks and talking shit.
25. If you could meet your sim, would you be friends with them? Me & Fox would have a blast!!!! But Rhys ehhhh he’s a pain in the ass.
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urscottsdale · 6 years
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1:when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? i rarely eat cereal but i think i usually balance them pretty equally or try to lol
2:do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? i love it as long as im all bundled up
3:what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? usually the closest piece of paper i can find
4:how do you take your coffee/tea? with lots of sugar 😏
5:are you self-conscious of your smile? very
6:do you keep plants? nope
7:do you name your plants? nada
8:what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? writing and music
9:do you like singing/humming to yourself? sometimes
10:do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? all of the above
11:what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? no friends, no jokes other than maybe im the quiet one
12:what’s your favorite planet? pluto
13:what’s something that made you smile today? my dog
14:if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? my room: messy, theirs: clean
15:go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! uranus is tilted on its side 😉
16:what’s your favorite pasta dish? spaghetti
17:what color do you really want to dye your hair? blue
18:tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. idk tbh
19:do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? i dont
20:what’s your favorite eye color? brown eyes 😍
21:talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. who comes up with these questions? bc i dont have a favorite bag
22:are you a morning person? no i hate mornings
23:what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? listen to music
24:is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? theres a couple, one doesnt know it tho
25:what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? never broken into anywhere lol
26:what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? vanz
27:what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? mint
28:sunrise or sunset? sunset
29:what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? randomly checking up on me and actually meaning it when they say they care
30:think of it: have you ever been truly scared? a handful of times yes
31:what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. love socks and wearing them, dont sleep in them and i have an assortment of colors bc white is boring
32:tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. there was this time i went out drinking with my friend after graduation, these two guys were hitting on her after she called them gay (even bought us drinks), my friend is gay so that was interesting lol
33:what’s your fave pastry? doughnuts
34:tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? winnie the pooh and hell yes i still have it
35:do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? love them but never use them
36:which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? backstreet boys
37:do you like keeping your room messy or clean? i like keeping it clean but it tends to stay messy lol
38:tell us about your pet peeves! i have too many pet peeves tbh
39:what color do you wear the most? blue and maroon (not together tho)
40:think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? cross necklace is self-explanatory, dog tag necklace i got from my parents so it holds a special meaning to me
41:what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? to kill a mockingbird
42:do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! starbucks…
43:who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? lol one of my friends back in like 5th grade
44:when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? summer and winter breaks in high school
45:do you trust your instincts a lot? yup
46:tell us the worst pun you can think of. sex while camping is fucking in tents ;)
47:what food do you think should be banned from the universe? most kinds of fish
48:what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? being alone, and yes actually
49:do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? yes but i cant remember tbh. most i have were gifted to me.
50:what’s an odd thing you collect? keys
51:think of a person. what song do you associate with them? @thisvanessa - count on me by bruno mars
52:what are your favorite memes of the year so far? im pretty sure ive never seen a meme i didnt love so. the spongebob one is pretty good tho.
53:have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? i wish i could tell u
54:who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? my dog lol
55:what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? idk im pretty passive aggressive so i do a lot lol
56:what are some things you find endearing in people? same as earlier, randomly checking up on me and also saying they miss me
57:go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? nope
58:who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? my ex friend is the wine mom and idk maybe im the vodka aunt lol
59:what’s your favorite myth? the earth is flat
60:do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? yess langston hughes and edgar allan poe
61:what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? cant think of any tbh, maybe the dancing chicken that used to be passed around for years in my family
62:do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? orange juice and cran-grape juice
63:are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? i just leave them be
64:what color is the sky where you are right now? gray
65:is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? yes
66:what would your ideal flower crown look like? idk not big on flower crowns
67:how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? i love them so much
68:what’s winter like where you live? hot with a random cold day here and there
69:what are your favorite board games? wahoo/marbles, sorry, candyland, pretty much all of them lol
70:have you ever used a ouija board? nope
71:what’s your favorite kind of tea? sweet tea
72:are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? yes but im also too lazy to note things so i end up forgetting a lot
73:what are some of your worst habits? procrastination
74:describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. beautiful, bubbly, cute, always smiling even tho i know they r sad deep down
75:tell us about your pets! small, black fur ball full of energy
76:is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? so many things
77:pink or yellow lemonade? pink
78:are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? neither im a minion dc club
79:what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? idk told me i give them butterflies or get nervous when talking to me
80:what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? i think they r an off white an bc my apartment landlord wont let me change them lol
81:describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. dark pools of chocolate
82:are/were you good in school? i was alright could of been better if i wasnt so lazy
83:what’s some of your favorite album art? never thought about that maybe something justin bieber has done
84:are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? i want to but im not sure tbh
85:do you read comics? what are your faves? nope
86:do you like concept albums? which ones? yes theres a lot
87:what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? high school musical
88:are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? yes
89:are you close to your parents? yes
90:talk about your one of you favorite cities. im pretty sure i could never get tired of nyc
91:where do you plan on traveling this year? i successfully did not travel anywhere this year, thank you bank account ur the best
92:are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? drown it in cheese
93:what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? short hair, short on the sides and longer on top
94:who was the last person you know to have a birthday? me
95:what are your plans for this weekend? lazy days
96:do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? procrastination is my middle name
97:myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? INFP, scorpio and hufflepuff
98:when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? i dont think ive ever been hiking but i want to
99:list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. over and over again by tim mcgraw, make you miss me by sam hunt, remember when by alan jackson, unhinged by nick jonas, chainsaw by nick jonas, untitled by simple plan and welcome to my life by simple plan
100:if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? damn thats a really hard one. probably the future tbh.
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PLAN ForYourArt: April 26 – May 2
Thursday, April 26
Recommended Westside Openings and Events
TOURS & TALKS: Stories of Almost Everyone Walk-through: Wayne Koestenbaum, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 6pm.
Adam McEwan: Nighthorses, Gagosian (Beverly Hills), 6–8pm.
Iris Nights: The Beauty, Humor, and Humanity of America, Annenberg Space for Photography (Century City), 7pm.
Recommended Miracle Mile Openings and Events
Film: Head, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 7:30pm.
Recommended West Hollywood Openings and Events
Grand opening, LUZ Art (West Hollywood), 6–9pm.
FURTH YASHAR open house, Schindler House, MAK Center for Art and Architecture (West Hollywood), 6–8pm.
Recommended Downtown Openings and Events
A Tender Spot: Sky Hopinka and the Karrabing Film Collective, The Mistake Room (Downtown).
BUILT-IN, NAVEL (Downtown), 7:30–9:30pm.
Diana Szeinblum: Adentro!, REDCAT (Downtown), 8:30pm. $10-20. Through April 28.
Recommended Openings and Events Beyond Los Angeles
György Képes in the Cold War, Part I: Camouflage and Pattern, Santa Barbara Museum of Art (Santa Barbara), 10–11:30am.
School of Music Visiting Artist Series: Weston Olencki, CalArts (Valencia), 2–4pm. Also April 27.
Botany Bay Series: Plant Science for Gardeners and Citizen Scientists - April, The Huntington (San Marino), 4:30–5:30pm.
China Adams: Massage-Generated Energy Drawings, Porch Gallery (Ojai), 5–7pm.
Shakespeare in Art and Music, Laguna Art Museum (Laguna Beach), 6pm.
Friday, April 27
Recommended Westside Openings and Events
Villa Theater Lab: The Madness of Love Mixtape, Getty Villa (Pacific Palisades), 7:30pm. Through April 29.
Recommended Miracle Mile Openings and Events
From Earth, to Farm, to Grain, to Table: A Multi-Sensory Evening and Clay Workshop, Craft and Folk Art Museum (Miracle Mile), 6–9pm. $45–55.
Recommended Downtown and Frogtown Openings and Events
ARTS DATATHON: COLLECTIONS, Bob Hope Patriotic Hall (Downtown, 9am–5pm.
Our L.A. Voices Spring Arts Festival, Grand Park (Downtown), 6–9pm. Through April 28.
Closing Reception & Artist Talk for Survival Guide: inheritance, Women's Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 7–10pm.
Recommended Openings and Events Beyond Los Angeles
2018 World Music and Dance Festival, CalArts (Valencia). Continues April 28.
Art of the Table, Santa Barbara Museum of Art (Santa Barbara), 5–8pm. $150–200.
The Only White Party Event Celebrating LGBT Artists, Palm Springs Art Museum (Palm Springs), 6–8pm. $75–150.
MEET THE MUSEUM, Palm Springs Art Museum (Palm Springs), 5pm. $75–150.
Saturday, April 28
Recommended Westside Openings and Events
Artist panel, TAG Gallery (Santa Monica), 3pm.
Clay Vorhes - Cheese Delights, Skidmore Contemporary Art (Santa Monica), 4–6pm.
Paul Pescador: Lovers and Remakes, Five Car Garage (Santa Monica), 4–6pm.
Opening, The Gallery at Michael’s (Santa Monica), 6–8pm.
Opening Party, BG Gallery Ocean Park (Santa Monica), 6–10pm.
Naked City, JAUS (Sawtelle), 6:30–9:30pm.
Recommended Openings and Events in Culver City
A Public Conversation on Robert Colescott, Blum & Poe (Culver City), 4–6pm.
YUNHEE MIN: Wilde Paintings and Amy Adler: Hotel, Susanne Vielmetter Los Angeles Projects (Culver City), 5–7pm.
Sebastien Leon - The Kingdom of Waves | Alexandra Hedison - The In Between, Von Lintel Gallery (Culver City), 6–8pm.
Do Something To It. Do Something Else To It, Philip Martin Gallery (Culver City), 6–8pm.
Recommended Mid-City and Miracle Mile Openings and Events
Talk: Readings by Rocío Carlos, Sesshu Foster, Carribean Fragoza, and Stephanie Guerrero, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 1:30pm.
Heather Cook: 1D 5L 2D 6L 3D 7L 4D 8L 5D 1L 6D 2L 7D 3L 8D 4L, Praz-Delavallade Los Angeles (Miracle Mile), 6–8pm.
LILIAN MARTINEZ: WOMAN AND WOMEN, OCHI PROJECTS (Mid-City), 6–9pm.
Lilian Martinez | Woman and Women, Ochi Projects (Mid-City), 6–9pm.
Recommended West Hollywood Openings and Events
Décor: Barbara Bloom, Andrea Fraser, Louise Lawler, MOCA Pacific Design Center (West Hollywood), 11am–6pm.
Mokha Laget: Recent Works and Knopp Ferro: Metal in Motion, Louis Stern Fine Arts (West Hollywood), 4–7pm.  
John Miller: The End of History, Meliksetian | Briggs (West Hollywood), 6–8pm.
Cecilia Salama: in the name of love, AA|LA (West Hollywood), 6–9pm.
Recommended Hollywood Openings and Events
Roger Ballen: Ballenesque, Fahey/Klein Gallery (Hollywood), 2–4pm.
Adam Linder: Footnote Service: Some Trade, Hannah Hoffman (Hollywood),4-7pm. Continues April 29.
Roland Reiss: Unrepentant Flowers and New Miniature Tableaux, Diane Rosenstein (Hollywood), 5–7pm.
What If ?, The Lodge (East Hollywood), 6–9pm.
Mel Frank: When We Were Criminals, M+B Photo (Hollywood), 6–8pm.
Visions for Himeros, Artists Corner Gallery (Hollywood), 8pm–12am.
Recommended Chinatown Openings and Events
2018 International Co_Works Celebration, Tieken Gallery (Chinatown), 1–10pm.
Show Me Your Hand and Nery Gabriel Lemus - A Place Called Home, Coagula Curatorial (Chinatown), 5–10pm.
Mis (missing) Information, Charlie James Gallery (Chinatown), 6–9pm.
Show Me Your Hand, Coagula Curatorial (Chinatown), 6-9pm.
Ted Diamond, The Good Luck Gallery (Chinatown), 7–10pm.
Recommended Downtown Openings and Events
CCI's 2018 Arts Convening, Japanese American Cultural & Community Center - JACCC (Downtown), 9:30am–1:30pm.
ARRAY @ The Broad: The Watermelon Woman + Jewel's Catch One, The Broad (Downtown), 2pm. $30.
Public Safety and Common Sense, LA Poverty Department (Downtown), 2pm.
Hardscrabble, Walk-through with Dave Hullfish Bailey, REDCAT (Downtown), 4pm.
[5 - nine] variations, REEF (Downtown), 4–11:30pm.
Michael Cran: Fishers and Flotsam in the River of Light, Wilding Cran (Downtown), 6–8pm.
Yoshua Okón, Ghebaly Gallery (Downtown), 6–9pm.
SCI-Arc Honors KCRW's Frances Anderton at Annual Gala Benefit, SCI-Arc (Downtown), 7pm.
Teen Night, MOCA Grand Avenue (Downtown), 7–10pm.
Karlos Marquez: The Other Side of Me, Fathom Gallery (Downtown), 7–10pm.
FLESH AND FLOOD  •  LAURA SOTO, Museum as Retail Space (MaRS) (Downtown), 7–10pm.
MAPS: Movement Arts Performance Space, NAVEL (Downtown), 7:30pm. $10.
Bajofondo, LA Phil (Downtown), 8pm.
Michael Webster and Breath Control Orchestra - Nice Day for the Races, The Box (Downtown), 8pm.
Recommended Openings and Events in Lincoln Heights
DISPARATE SOURCES: Los Angeles Collage, Keystone Art Space (Lincoln Heights), 6–10pm.
Recommended Openings and Events in Highland Park
Artist Talk: Chanel Von Habsburg-Lothringen in conversation with Liz Cohen, AWHRHWAR (Highland Park), 2pm.
Recommended Openings and Events Beyond Los Angeles
Radiant Beauty: E. L. Trouvelot’s Astronomical Drawings, The Huntington (San Marino), 10am–5pm.
Jackalope Fair, Central Park (Pasadena), 10am–5pm. Also April 29.
2018 Annual Spring Plant Sale, The Huntington (San Marino), 1–5pm. Also April 29.
Native Ecologies & Closing Community Event, Side Street Projects (Pasadena), 1–4pm.
UCI MFA Thesis Exhibitions, Part I, CTSA Gallery (Irvine), 2–5pm.
The Chess Club: 2018 MFA Thesis Exhibition, Art, Design & Architecture Museum, UC Santa Barbara (Santa Barbara), 6–9pm.
3rd Annual MAYDAY!: Tales of Love and Other Emergencies, Angels Gate Cultural Center (San Pedro), 8pm.
Sunday, April 29
Recommended Westside Openings and Events
KIDS: Pop-Up Studio: California Nature Mapping, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 11am–1pm.
David McDonald: COMMON KNOWLEDGE artist talk, Five Car Garage (Santa Monica), 11:30am.
The Fantasy of Ancient Egypt from Classical Greece to the Present Day, Getty Center (Brentwood), 3pm.
Parker Ito, Team (bungalow) (Venice), 4–7pm.
Recommended Openings and Events in Culver City
Closing reception for Cold War Spaces and The Russians, Wende Museum (Culver City), 3pm.
Recommended Mid-City Openings and Events
A Series of Movements and Activations by Ali Prosch and Jacqueline Falcone, Bed & Breakfast (Mid-City), 2pm.
Recommended Openings and Events in West Hollywood
Leslie Dick & Kim Schoen in Conversation, Young Projects Gallery (West Hollywood), 2:30pm.
Recommended Openings and Events in Hollywood
COLA 2018 Individual Artist Fellowship Exhibition, LAMAG (East Hollywood), 2–5pm.
LA Transcendental Listenings, Hollywood Forever Cemetery (Hollywood), 7pm.
Recommended Downtown Openings and Events
To Catch a Millennial Part II: Self-Care Concepts from The Survivalist Generation, Main Museum (Downtown), 1–3pm.
X-TRA presents Artist Writes #3:  MARTINE SYMS Screening & Conversation, 356 Mission (Downtown), 7pm.
Recommended Openings and Events in Lincoln Heights
TL Spring Shop TL Collective, Pieter (Lincoln Heights), 10am–2pm. $45.
Recommended MacArthur Park Openings and Events
Verretete Eisenmann: The Dialpainters, Bad Reputation (MacArthur Park), 4–7pm.
Recommended Openings and Events in Glendale
Laurie Nye: Venusian Weather and Mindy Shapero: Second Sleep, The Pit (Glendale), 4–7pm.
Anabel Juárez & Alejandra Venegas: Hacer una isla, Ruberta (Glendale), 4–7pm.
Recommended Openings and Events Beyond Los Angeles
Curator’s Choice Lecture: Ellis Tinios, Santa Barbara Museum of Art (Santa Barbara), 2:30pm.
Tuesday, May 1
Recommended Westwood Openings and Events
CONVERSATIONS: SCREENINGS: Part of the series The Black Book: The Black Book Vol. V: Hustle & Flow: A Visual Anthology of Black Labor, Work, and Life, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.
Recommended Miracle Mile Openings and Events
L.A. Print: Edition 8, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 6:30pm.
Wednesday, May 2
Recommended Openings and Events in Culver City
Desegregating Education: Past and Present, Annenberg Space for Photography (Century City), 7pm
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