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For they know exactly what they do

Today there was a pretty long article published in the German newspaper FAZ, written by Julia Schaaf. Since there were quite a few interesting topics raised in it and Måneskin talked about some new aspects (or in more detail), I translated the whole thing (it might also have helped me to procrastinate).

Full interview in English under the cut.

For they know exactly what they do

June 22, 2021

Four young rock musicians from Rome are today's hottest band. Måneskin are enchanting Europe. Why? We met them for an interview.

Every romance needs its founding myth, an anecdote from the beginning, something you can tell later in more difficult times for self-assurance.

In the case of the band Måneskin, who first had Italy and now half of Europe wrapped around their fingers, and who are now trying to conquer the rest of the world with their rock music, there is the story of the shoe box. Rome, around five years ago: Four teenagers who are meeting every day after school in their rehearsal room to make music together, and sometimes they play their songs on the Via del Corso in the city centre in front of a changing audience. One day they want to record their own stuff. They find a studio that they can actually afford and as they go there they bring a shoe box, with the name of the band written on it, 'moonshine' in Danish, the bassist's mother is Danish. In the box: around seven kilogram of coins. The things you get from playing music on the streets. Everyone searching through Instagram for photos from that time can find four hippies with children's faces, three boys in batik, the girl is wearing a straw hat.

As they have to pay [for the recording], frontman Damiano David, 22, says that there was this guy, Angelo, and his bandmate Victoria De Angelis, 21, is interrupting: “No, Andrea, not Angelo”, and all of them have to laugh because a rigid studio manager with the Italian name 'angel' would be even funnier for a founding myth. David continues his story: “The guy was completely dumbfounded. 'We can't do that.' We went: 'Sure we can, that's worth the same even if it's just 20 cent coins, it's still 300 euros.” Thomas Raggi, 20, the guitarist of the band, is gasping for air as he laughs, while drummer Ethan Torchio, 20, is smiling dreamily. David finishes: “And then we snuck off before he was able to count it.” [the German text says 'verdrücken' here which is just a colloquial way of saying 'we left', but it entails some sort of a dramatic exit, so yeah, let your thoughts get creative how they left exactly :D].

Four young musicians on the verge of global fame are sitting on a white interview sofa in Berlin, completely styled, babbling across each other like overeager teenagers.

Ever since the Roman band first won the music festival Sanremo and then also the Eurovision Song Contest, carried by the enthusiasm of European viewers, you could say Måneskin has become a phenomenon. “Rock 'n' Roll never dies!”, Damiano David yelled fueled by the adrenaline of winning, and the insinuation that circulated on social media of the singer snorting during the counting of votes in front of a live camera – including their strict denial followed by a negative drug test result – might have given an additional boost to their public interest, their exploding album, ticket and merch sales, and their outstanding success on Spotify.

“We think it's a shit prejudice against rock music that there always have to be drugs involved. We fully threw ourselves into our participation with the utmost professionalism. We give everything for the music. So of course we don't want people to think that we can only do that because we take drugs.” – Victoria De Angelis

Prior to Eurovision, Måneskin was more of an insider's tip outside of Italy. Handmade rock music, not creating something entirely new but paying homage to the good old times with classic guitar riffs and cracking drum beats, being a lot of fun but also quite fragile and vulnerable at times and, first and foremost, conveying a captivating energy. Finally, on the stage of Rotterdam, live after so many months of isolation and renunciation, this wave of energy spilled straight over into European living rooms. It seemed easy to (mistakenly) interpret the winning song “Zitti e buoni” (Shut up and behave) as a declaration of frustration of our youth in times of a pandemic. In fact, singer Damiano David is singing about the favourite topic of the band: the unrelenting need to, against all odds, be yourself, despite or perhaps because you are different. The message fits their provocative sex appeal, which the band uses to demonstrate their independence of gender norms at any given time. But the core essence of rock music has always been the promise of unlimited freedom.

Thus at the first moment, the meeting with Måneskin is kind of startling. It's Wednesday, we are in the top floor of the new Sony head quarters in Berlin. The four Italians have just started their two-week long promotion tour through Europe. In the afternoon there will be a live concert in a queer club [the SchwuZ, but that's not mentioned here] in Neukölln, which will be streamed via TikTok. Around one million viewers will watch the show, some of them even from Brazil, so people at Sony are pretty excited [for Måneskin to come here]. But at first, these stunningly gorgeous creatures [yes, that's the exact wording :D] are standing surrounded by an entourage of people – their management, PR team, a stylist, a photographer, people who can hold a smartphone or a cigarette if needed [this paragraph is worded a little weirdly, especially taking into account that basically their whole team / 'entourage' is just friends of them, but it seems like the journalist didn't know that or maybe they just wanted to describe their first impression]. They seem like fictional / artificial characters out of a Hollywood movie. Transparent frill blouses with blazers and flared leather trousers, even the platform boots, everything brand-new, the makeup makes their faces look like a glossy magazine cover even in person. The smokey eyes of De Angelis and Raggi make them look smug and bored. Later, on the pictures it will probably look cool.

So of course your first impression might be: This band is under contract to industry giant Sony ever since their success on an Italian casting show [X Factor] in Winter 2017. The music industry must have its hand in the game when a band is photographed half-naked by Oliviero Toscani and styled by Etro. Also, one does not simply rent a villa with a pool in Rome to produce new music there, isolated from the rest of the world. And who else went to London for two whole months, shortly before the winter lockdown, just for inspiration? After the TikTok concert in Berlin – De Angelis and David are now wearing fishnet shirts that sparkle with every move, their bare nipples covered with an X of black tape – the band is posing with a few influencers. In the world of social media you would call that 'producing content'. But what does that mean for a band who are preaching their hosanna of authenticity? How authentic is Måneskin? And is their pointedly casual approach to sexuality and gender cliches in today's pop-cultural spirit more than a marketing strategy?

We're in the interview, the recording device is running for not even five minutes, when Victoria De Angelis says: “Actually, we just try to be ourselves and do what we really want to do.” And really: The more you listen to those four how they speak about the early days of the band in their slurred Roman dialect, about the shoe box and their own experiences with being different, but most importantly about their shared obsession [with music], the more you realise that [De Angelis] is very serious. Ethan Torchio, who got his first drum kit at the age of six or seven from his father because he was beating everything he could reach, says: “For me, music is like food. I cannot live without it.” The bassist next to him laughs at his pathos. Singer Damiano David applauds the otherwise more reserved friend for his truthfulness [it says 'klarer Punkt', meaning 'for the point he makes', but it makes it seem like Damiano is agreeing with Ethan here, although it doesn't indicate whether he agrees that yes, music is everything for Ethan or that he understands and feels the same].

De Angelis and guitarist Raggi already knew each other from middle school and they were the ones who tried to form a band at the age of only 13, a band that actually took music seriously.

De Angelis: “It's just difficult at that age to find other people who really put everything into music and who truly commit themselves and are willing to invest a lot of their time.”

Raggi: “We set strict rules and scheduled fixed times for the rehearsals, for every day.”

David: “Fever, stomach ache, there was no excuse. Even if you were feeling sick in the rehearsal room. At least you were in the rehearsal room.”

The way the four of them talk across each other, completing each other's sentences, taking turns in talking and sometimes joking about each other, seems intimate and playful. Singer David remembers how at first bassist [De Angelis] was merciless towards him when it came to her first metal band project, as she told him that he wasn't committed enough [to the music]: “Back then I was still playing Basketball. I was one of the people that Vic absolutely didn't want [in her band].” Drummer Torchio was later discovered through Facebook, even though there had already been a drummer, a close friend, but he was not good enough. It seems as if even back then music was everything for them. Even if it meant that only Raggi managed to graduate.

And why rock, why rock music of all things? Because it's great, the four of them say in unison. David adds: “Actually, it's a genre that allows you to do everything you want to do.”

When they played on the street, they were laughed at by their classmates. But not only there. De Angelis explains that she never wanted to be a typical girl: “I was always deterred by those stupid boxes that people put you in, and that are just restricting and constraining you, because something is only regarded as male or female. I always rejected that. Instead, I just wanted to do the things I enjoyed doing, I went skating and played football.” Torchio says: “Friends who are not friends anymore were already telling me at the age of ten that those“ – he grabs his long, silky black hair – “were wrong. Because I'm a boy and boys are meant to have short hair, long hair is only for girls. I was bullied a lot for that.”

“Compared to the past, people in our age became much more open-minded. It gets better.” – Thomas Raggi

Frontman David on the other hand, for whom eye shadow, jingling earrings and nail polish as well as his bare torso with the tattoos have become trademarks by now, says: “I was actually more of the average boy.” De Angelis convinced him to try out some eyeliner, which he describes as a spiritual awakening: “I liked myself much more [with makeup]. I saw myself more as myself. As if it had been a suppressed desire of mine.” On a trip to Copenhagen with the others, when he realised that it really didn't matter what people were thinking about him, he got his first fake fur [coat? the article doesn't specify that] in a second-hand shop and let his clothing style be guided by his own love to experiment: “I realised that my whole life I was just going at half speed.” When it comes to diversity all four of them are becoming almost missionary.

At the same time, their success is not only opening doors for them. Back home in Rome they are barely able to go out on the street due to all the paparazzi. “[You need a] hoodie and huge sunglasses”, David says, “the mask is quite helpful, too.” And still, none of them is complaining, and Torchio explains why: “Even if those experiences right now may have sides that are not so pleasant, we still know that for us a dream is coming true. We experience something that we always had in our minds, so we are willing to face every consequence that this entails.”

So is the band facing difficult times, is Måneskin going to change with all the success? Again, all of them answer at the same time.

David: “I'm not worried about that.”

Raggi: “No way!”

De Angelis: “On the contrary. Everything that happened to us happened because we are who we are, so we want to continue the exact same way and stay ourselves.”

Just a few hours later, they are at the stage in Neukölln, bouncing around like pinballs, hammering at their instruments, flirting with each other. “We are out of our minds, but different from the others”, David sings their winning hymn against conformism, and: “The people talk, unfortunately they talk.” Here on stage, the four paradise birds [a German word describing someone with a flamboyant personality] with their half-nude-glittering outfits are radiating an incredible energy with the utmost sincerity, and you begin to wish there was a live audience instead of the TikTok cameras, absorbing and spreading this energy. Måneskin. A cry for a life after the pandemic, a cry for freedom and a better world.

“We do what we wished for all our lives.” – Ethan Torchio

#måneskin #maneskin #måneskin interview #my stuff #i'm sorry if someone already translated it but i was working on this for the past 3 hours now so i'm still gonna share it #i know most of it is not very new but there were some quite interesting details in there #and it's just always great to read about those four dorks so i wanted to share it with all of you who wanted to read it but couldn't #enjoy and please ignore any possible mistakes i didn't have the time to proof-check everything

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retro-rezz-the-est · 4 years

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Brat Tamer (Roman Reigns/Reader smut)

Summary: The reader’s not a wrestler, but she’s being intentionally bratty bc Ro doesn’t come back home to her. Ro decides to take things in his own hands when she takes her brattiness and her teasing too far.

Word Count: 6,510

Warnings: voyeurism, a small tiny large ass bit of possession/possessive behavior, Roman being an absolute beast who I want to wreck me into oblivion, mutual masturbation and I believe that’s it??? Forgive me if I’m wrong.

(A/N: This was supposed to be for reaching 600 followers, but I’m re-purposing it so it’s now @writing-reigns’s birthday gift! To my lovely talented amazing fantastic beautiful sassy big sister: thank you. You��re an absolute delight to be close to and I hope you know how much I love you. Happy birthday, darling!)

(A/N #2: Bracket texts are Roman’s btw lol)

You never did like it when he was away for so long.

In fact, you hated it.

You knew this was a part of his job: the leaving for long periods of time, the sparse days that he spent with you when he was home with you, the repeated sadness of seeing him leave. But, you knew that he loved you and you loved him, so you supported him anyway.

It would always be months before you saw him again, all smiling and warm with him in your arms. Video calls and late night chats on the phone weren’t enough for you. You needed him here and at home with you.

You longed for his touch, the warmth of his body seeping into your skin at night when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. But now, his side of the bed was empty, and his babygirl would curl herself around his pillows to imitate the feeling of him against her.

You missed the way his hair would flop forward into his face and his constant struggle with trying to push it away, you laughing every single time because it was just too damn cute. Just thinking about all the little things he did just brought a smile to your face.

But, you also missed the more…sensual parts of your relationship.

He would always do things to you that none of your previous lovers ever did, and just thinking of them sent excited shivers down your spine. You missed the way his hands felt on your skin, pulling at your hair and tugging at your nipples as he too you with wild abandon and left you satisfied for hours.

You missed the feeling of his mouth on yours and his body pressed against you as he made love to you and made you cum more times than you could ever count on one hand. You missed the way he'd wrap a hand around your throat and hold you down on the bed as he pounded you from behind, banging the headboard against your bedroom wall as he called you his good slut over and over again.

He always had a way of making you feel like the most pampered princess in the world and the most dirty, naughty brat to ever exist and that was just perfect. You missed the sting of the marks from his hands on your ass whenever you misbehaved; doing it to yourself just never felt right at all.

You pined for his hands groping your slick breasts as he took you against the wall in your shower right after he got home from a long day at the gym, and you craved the feeling of him burying his tongue in your pussy whenever he woke up early on weekends.

All in all, you just…fuck, you needed him.

Which is why it hurt so much when he rang you up that night right as you were about to leave.

“Wait, what?! What do you mean you can’t come home yet?!”

“I mean, I can’t come home because I’m still on the road, babygirl,” Roman told you again, him sounding frustrated over the phone. You could hear the rumble of the bus he was on in the background, and the sound of the other Superstars chatting away right after.

“Ro, I’ve been planning this dinner for weeks! You said we’d go out when you got back, and that was supposed to be today!”

He was supposed to come home that Saturday afternoon, with his princess welcoming him at the door as he finally got back from the European leg of the company’s tour. It would’ve been your birthday the day he shou;d’ve been back and when you told him, he had promised to take you out for a nice dinner and left it to you to plan out the details.

You both were supposed to have fun, celebrate him coming back from the latest leg of the tour and you surviving another year on this planet, and come back to your apartment to reconnect after months of being away from each other.

It was supposed to be perfect.

But it wasn’t and he wasn’t here, and you were left without your man, fully dressed in the skin tight red sleeveless number he always loved, hair and makeup done with your heels on only to be left alone at your door.

“You can’t just cancel on tonight because of your stupid fucking job!”

You kicked off your heels and stormed into the living room, throwing your purse on the kitchen counter and stomping over to the couch. You glared out into nothing, hoping that he could feel the weight of your stare through the phone. “I literally got all dressed up for you to just ghost on me!”

“You watch your tone with me, babygirl,” Roman warned, venom seething from his mouth. “I’m sorry that I can’t just hop off this fucking bus, grab my bags and stow away on a plane for you and get there in five minutes! You said you supported me going away when we started dating, so support me.”

You’re full-on yelling at this point, red in the face and close to tearing his eyes out when he actually gets back. “How can I support you if you do shit like this to me?! You fucking promised-”

“Stop!” he shouted, shutting you up immediately. He never used his dom voice outside of the bedroom before and frankly, it scared you but you weren’t going to let down your front that easily. “Don’t fucking tell me what I promised, babygirl. I said I was sorry and Daddy will make it up to you when he gets back, as long as you stop being a fucking brat about all of this.”

“What-me? Being a fucking brat?! Excuse me, Roman, but I am completely justified in-”

“Babygirl, look,” he sighed, the deepness in his voice fading slowly. “I swear to you that I’ll make this up to you, okay?”

You could feel tears pricking your eyes. Whether they were out of pure anger or sadness, you couldn’t tell. “B-But Daddy-”

“No buts, princess. I’ll see you when I get home. We’re about to reach the hotel, and I’m really fucking tired. This conversation is over.”

And with that, he hung up, the dial tone beeping in your ear before you turnt your phone off.

You managed to call the restaurant and cancel your reservation, take off your dress and your makeup and remove your jewelry without throwing your phone across the hall or punching a hole through your bedroom door. Slipping on one of Ro’s old merch tees, you climbed into bed and sniffled, crushing his pillow against your chest and sighing angrily. You contemplated between tearing your hair out before you went to bed that night or just screaming into the pillow. So, you chose the latter.

“How dare he?!” you yelled. “Fucking hypocrite saying that he doesn’t break his promises, and yet goes and breaks one himself! And he called me a brat for being angry? The audacity!”

All he had to do was give you a warning beforehand, a message or anything but nothing! Nothing from him because he put so much attention on his fucking work that he never even thought about you at all!

You flopped onto your back and kicked the blankets away, grumbling and staring into the dark void that was your ceiling for what seemed like hours until an idea popped into your head. You grinned deviously as you began to weave the idea into a full-fledged plan and you rubbed your hands together maniacally.

If he wants a brat, fine. I’ll give him a brat. Let’s see how much good that does him in the long run.

Game on, Daddy, you thought as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep, a grin slowly making its way across your lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He was in the hotel gym with a few of the other Smackdown Superstars when you had texted him that morning. Setting down the weights he was lifting, he paused his music and wiped the sweat from his brow. Just seeing your name light up his phone made him smile a little, even if he did insight the argument the two of you had a few days ago.

Y/n (Daddy’s Babygirl)

morning Daddy 😚😚

[Gmorning princess. How've you been?]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

just missing u, that's all 🥺

[You know I'll be home in a few days. We've been over this]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

i know, but i can't help it. i miss having u here to take care of me 😢💙. ur babygirl's pussy is so wet rn & she needs her Daddy to come take care of her 🥺

[I'll take care of you and all your needs when I get back, just how you like it ;)]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

you better, or i may have to do it all by myself 😏😏😏

Roman looked down at his phone with wide eyes, sensing that you had something up your sleeve.

[Babygirl, what are you planning to do?]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

nothinggggg 👀😏

[Don't lie to me now, princess]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

okay fine, you're no fun >:P. i'm rubbing my clit thru my panties rn. they're

the ones u got for me for my birthday, and they're *soooo* soaked rn 💦💦

i'm all wet and aching and needy bc i miss u, Daddy 🥺

He could feel his eyes getting darker by the second and quickly got up, saying his goodbyes to everyone in the gym before grabbing his gym bag and speed walking through the door. He made his way to the elevator and felt his phone vibrate again, cursing to himself as the doors opened and he leaned against the back wall.

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

fuuck Daddy it feels so good but it doesn't feel the same

i miss your big fingers, Daddy. mine are too small and yours make me

feel the best 😻

[Princess, did I tell you that you could touch yourself?]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

...no???

[Take your fingers away, princess. I didn’t give you permission]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

...no

[What did you say?]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

i said no 😈😊

fuck, my pussy is so wet for you, Ro. i’m sliding my fingers thru my folds and they’re so wet for you 😩

i have to text with one hand bc lefty’s busy with my slick hole rn

[You better stop teasing me like this or else]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

or else what? you’ll punish me? i already have two fingers in me, about to be three

She’s really testing me today, isn’t she? Roman thought as the elevator doors dinged and opened on his floor. He quickly walked to his room, placing the keycard in the door and swinging it open. Throwing his gym bag somewhere near his suitcase, he walked outside onto the balcony and swiped a hand over his face, imagining you in one of his merch tees with your legs spread and your folds wet and swollen for him.

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

i can’t hit my spot like you do, Daddy. you always finger-fuck me so good

fuck, i feel like i’m gonna cum already from this 😩💦

[Babygirl, I said no]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

too late, Daddy. i’m pushing in my third finger ;3

it feels so damn good Daddy. i can’t wait until you get back anymore

His eyes got dark and clouded over with lust as he felt his cock grow in his gym shorts. Fuck, what is she doing to me?

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

i’m rubbing my clit with my thumb now. dragging my nail across it too

i’m picturing it as your teeth bc you love to use them when you go down on me 🥺

[I said to fucking stop already. Listen to me, (Y/n)]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

Hmmmm….how about…no 😋

i’m about to cum Ro. gonna squirt all over my fingers for you 💦

Is she really going to…? No, she wouldn’t disobey me like that, would she?

[(Y/n), you better not or else you’ll regret it when I get back]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

shit, i’m cumming Daddy fuuuuck

His mind is immediately bombarded with the vision of you soaking your bed, your juices flowing from you and staining your sheets. He heads back inside, closing the balcony door before throwing his phone on the bed and sitting down himself.

[You done having your fun, princess?]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

mmhm ^^

i came so hard for you, Ro. you wanna see?

He gets a picture right after, opening it to see your inner thighs glistening with your juices, your hand forming a peace sign as your digits are coated with your cum. Growling deeply, he closes his texts and moves to call you, the phone seeming to ring endlessly in his hand before going straight to voicemail.

“Hello person calling my phone, you’ve unfortunately reached the phone of (Y/n). Someone must’ve pranked you or something, because this is obviously the wrong number. But, if you meant to call this number, I’m clearly busy with something important so if you need me, leave a messa-”

Roman hung up quickly, throwing the device next to him and sighing, flopping onto the sheets and staring at the ceiling defeatedly. The concentrated throbbing of the hard-on in his gym shorts made him angry. You were testing him, teasing him, and he was buying into it big time. The phone buzzed next to him suddenly, making him grab at it and lean his head up.

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

gotta go, Daddy. i’m gonna go take a nap. byeeee 😚💗

[You’re really gonna do this to me?]

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

yep ^^. Talk to you soon 😘

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For almost a full week now, he’s had to deal with the torture you put him through, showing up to press talks and photoshoots and working out non-stop with a constant hard-on from the things you’ve been sending him. For a full week, the sexts became an almost daily thing as you recounted all of the things you were doing to yourself behind his back: touching yourself constantly in the bed you shared, grinding against his pillows and taking selfies with only his shirts on, sending him pictures of you in your newest dresses.

The “home movies” you sent him were equally as troubling, showing him exactly how well off you were without him there to take care of you and please you by teasing him with the various vibrators and dildos that you had in your chest.

You even had the nerve to call him during a meeting with Stephanie and tell him that you were wearing the vibrating panties he bought you last year for your birthday while you were out with friends, causing him to shoot up in his chair and try to hide his erection.

And for a full week, he’s been pent up with sexual energy, counting down the days and waiting for when he can finally come home to you and punish you for what you’ve been doing to him.

But, they’ve also been dragging on for what seemed like an eternity. So when he pulled up to the arena that Friday night, Roman was more than a little pissed off. You tagged him in a selfie you took on Instagram of you in a fitted black and turquoise lace bodysuit with a black lace collar, posting that you “had a surprise waiting for a special when they finally gets back to you”.

He felt a hot streak of possessiveness run clean through his system when he shut off his phone, and his fingers twitched with the need to let everyone know that you were his as he read through the comments. But he persisted, gripping the steering wheel of his rental tightly before getting out with a plan in mind. Grabbing his bag from the trunk, he pushed the doors open and walked inside with a grimace on his face as he tried to maneuver around the various stage crew and other wrestlers that littered the hallways.

Roman was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t seem to acknowledge bumping into one Mustafa Ali and walking straight through the man. He fell back with a yell, rubbing his shoulder as the Samoan continued on his way with his suitcase rolling behind him.

Rising to his feet, Mustafa brushed himself off before chasing after the other man, cupping his hands over his mouth to yell over the countless voices around him. “Hey, Roman! Hold up, man!”

Oh fuck, he groaned internally as Ali pulled up beside him, a smile on his face as he tried to match Roman’s pace. “So, how you been, buddy? It’s been a minute since we last talked, huh?”

Roman grunted, brows furrowed as he ignored him. His phone buzzed in his pocket again - most likely another message from you - and his mind immediately went back to you, thinking about how delicious you looked in that bodysuit.

She’s gonna fuckin’ get it when I get to the locker room, he thought, his hold on the bag’s handle tightening as Mustafa continued to try and speak with him.

“Ok, not much of a talker today. That’s fine. I just wanted to discuss our strategy for our match tonight. You know, for our tag match against Ziggler and Corbin? I was thinking that maybe you come out first and give ‘em the verbal one-two hit before I come out since they don’t know I’m your partner yet, but we could change that if-”

“It’s fine the way it is,” Roman replied, moving some stray hairs from his face before making a left towards the locker room and finding the one with his name on it. Before opening the door, he turned around to see the smaller man looking back at him holding his thumbs up and smiling.

He entered the locker room and shut the door, his mood somewhat lightening as he rolled his bag into the corner. Shoving his hand into his jeans pocket, he pulled out his phone and opened the newest message from you.

Y/n (Daddy's Babygirl)

(photo attached)

bought another one for you, Ro 💜💜

Roman walked over to the bench and sat down, taking his hair out of the messy bun he put it in earlier with his free hand and sighing as he felt the crotch of his jeans grow tight. There you were, spread out on the couch on your back wearing a lavender keyhole lace teddy with one of your legs bent towards the camera. You were smiling back into it and biting your lip, which made him groan and tug his hair a little as he ran his hand through it.

[You’re really milking this teasing thing, aren’t you?]

Y/n (Daddy’s Babygirl)

Why yes I am. This is why you don’t lie to me, Daddy

[Oh, you’re gonna fucking get it later, (Y/n)]

Y/n (Daddy’s Babygirl)

Can’t wait for it ^3^

He smirked deviously when he read that, loving how coy and innocent you sounded but knowing how wet you became just from him sending that. He did secretly love this game you were playing with him, riling him up with texts and pictures and videos, but as your Daddy he had to put you in your place. You had to know who was really in charge.

Standing and shoving his phone back into his pocket, he walked back to the door to unlocked it, only to hear the sound of someone suddenly knocking on the other side. He opened it to find a stagehand standing in front of him with a clipboard.

“Um, excuse me, Mr. Reigns?” she started, tapping her fingers nervously on the board, “I know this is kinda sudden and we only have, like, an hour and a half until the show starts, but the big man and some of the other guys upstairs switched around some of the matches on the card for tonight’s show.”

“And? What does that have to do with me?”

“Your tag match was one of the ones moved and, well….it was moved to the beginning of the night. Like, right after Baron’s segment. So, you’ve got to start getting geared up since some of the people in the film crew wanna start shooting some of your pre-show promos in a bit.”

She then turned on her heel and scampered away, reaching in her back pocket for a pen and clicking it to scribble something down.

He sighed, closing the door as he looked up at the clock on the wall and noticed that he only had a few minutes before someone else came knocking. Roman walked over to his suitcase and turned it over on its side to open it as he sighed.

Guess I’ll deal with you later, babygirl.

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The crowd was roaring in his ears and he was loving all that energy, soaking it up like a sponge as he knew you were tuning in to watch him fight. He loved knowing that you could see the Big Dog in his natural habitat, watching him kick the crap out of anyone he was put in front of and feeling the apex of your thighs tingle from how turned on you were becoming.

Adrenaline pulsed through his veins throughout the entirety of the match, from when he slapped the taste out of Corbin’s mouth before Mustafa made his presence known to when he finally pinned Ziggler after hitting him with a third Spear during the nearly 15 minute long tag match.

Seeing “King” Corbin pull his new lackey from the ring and scamper to the back while holding him by his arms brought a quick smile to his face as he yelled “You can’t handle all this!” and the ref raised their arms in victory.

“I’ll see you around, okay? You were awesome out there!”

“You too, Ali,” Roman said smiling, panting slightly as the duo made their way through the curtain. Promising to check in on him some time later on, the two pounded fists and shared a brief hug before Ali began limping to the back with one of the medical personnel in tow, leaving Roman by himself.

“Now,” he told himself, smile dropping and eyes narrowing as he tore his way through the halls to get to his locker room, “time to take care of business.”

He immediately locked the door when he got inside, ripping his tactical vest off and throwing it into one of the open lockers before going over to his bag and unplugging his phone from the wall next to it.

His chest was shiny with sweat underneath the fluorescents, so he grabbed a towel that one of the stagehands left on the bench inside to wipe himself down. Drying off his hair with one hand, he used the other to unlock his phone and video call you, with you instantly picking up after only two rings.

“Hi, baby! You were so great out there during your match tonight! That was probably one of your best this ye-”

Your voice died down when you saw the look he was giving you: eyes holding yours in a steely gaze, neck vein starting to pop out a bit and a clear glint of mischief running across his entire face, but he disguised it all with a smirk. It sent shivers down your spine to know that secretly, you were the one to do this to him, to get him like this.

“How’s Daddy’s favorite little tease doing?”

“A tease? Me?” you feigned shock, mouth dropping open as you placed your hand on your chest. “Why would I ever have the gall to tease you in any way? I’m a good girl, remember?”

Roman’s face deadpanned and you had to stifle a giggle from bursting. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, (Y/n). You’re not slick, and your Daddy isn’t a dumbass.”

His eyes flowed down to your chest, and how you were starting to angle the phone to show him more of what you were wearing. He chuckled at your latest attempt to get him riled up but unluckily for you, he was filled to the brim with pent-up energy and was all too ready to take it out on you.

You pursed your lips and blew a kiss to him as you crossed your legs on the bed. What seemed like miles of red mesh ran up your legs to your upper thighs and was held up by a frilly garter belt, leading his eyes up your body as the other two pieces of the red lace lingerie set hid all of your goods from his heated gaze.

“You like it? I bought this little number a while back and I was gonna send you a pic of it as a congratulations gift but since you called me, I figured now was as good of a time as any! So, what do you think?”

He could feel the crotch of his ring pants grow tight as you giggled again and stuck your tongue out, dropping the towel next to him as he ran his hand over the newly formed bulge. “I think,” he started, moving towards the bench and sitting down, “that it’d look much better on the bedroom floor. Speaking of which, take it off.”

“Huh?”

“The bra. As much as I love how it frames your perfect breasts, I want it off. Now.”

Furrowing your brows in confusion, you placed your own phone on your bedside table and angled it against the lamp that stood there before reluctantly reaching around and unsnapping the lacy piece, sighing as the room’s cool air made your nipples perk up. You tossed the discarded garment in the direction of your closet, smiling faintly and awaiting further instruction.

“Now, since you wanted to tease me for over a week with those fucking texts, those videos, those tags on Instagram, now I’m gonna do the same damn thing to you. And this time, you’re gonna fucking take it.”

Oh shit was the only thought that ran through your head as you gulped and felt your fingers twitch.

“So, what I want you to do is take out that cute little toy chest you have under your bed-”

“How do you know about that?!”

“-and take out the dildo you got molded for me. You know the one I’m talkin’ about, right?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” you muttered under your breath as you stood up, wondering how in the fuck he found out about it and turning around to bend over suggestively and give your man a show. You could hear the jingling of his belt clasp and heard him suck in a breath, smirking to yourself as you pulled out the black box from underneath your bed frame.

For Roman, he loved the view that he was given, loving how the lace and the garter belt framed your ass as you reached into the box to pull out the silicone toy and show it to him. It was shaped and colored to look exactly like his own cock but before he could say anything, you climbed back onto the bed and sat cross-legged with it in your lap. He could see a slight flush dusting your cheeks and he laughed darkly.

You could see him fully now, his arm with his phone in his hand partially outstretched while his other hand held his half-hard cock as he coaxed himself to full hardness. Looking down at the dildo resting on your legs, a shudder went through your body. Although your new toy will never compare to the original, you’re gonna make damn sure that your money is well spent.

He watched as you let out a shaky breath, moving to lay down on our back at the head of the bed and picking up the dildo. You raised it to your lips and suctioned your lips around the head, getting it nice and wet for him before trailing it down your neck and circling it around your breasts and nipples until they were shiny with your spit.

With wide eyes, you looked back into the camera and asked, “What do you want me to do now, Daddy?”

“Cut the innocent crap, babygirl,” he sneered, making you moan softly. “Trail that thing down your stomach and run it over those pretty panties you bought.”

You answer him with a “Yes, Daddy” before doing as he told you, dragging the dildo down over your stomach and circling your belly button with it before running the head over your pelvis and throwing your head back with a moan.

It felt good running it over your skin like that, almost as good as if Roman was actually there with you and teasing you himself, but you’d never say that to him outright. Raising your hips to meet it, you slid the toy’s shaft in-between your legs and ran it over the thin strip of fabric that kept it away from your lower lips. You could already feel how wet you were becoming, seeing as after a few seconds of this that the dildo was faintly glistening with your juices when you held it up.

“Babygirl, don’t you fucking stop until I tell you to,” he growled over the line, making you jump out of your own little fantasy world. He was angling his phone downwards towards his hard-on, showing you how he’s already leaking cum onto his fingers as he touched himself at your expense. “Keep rubbing that dildo over that wet little pussy of mine.”

You spent the next few minutes running the toy over yourself, grinding it against your clit and moaning but taking it away when you got too close to cumming as to prolong what you had going on. The arch in your back became more prominent as time went on and as sweat began to bead on your own temple, making every moan made and every breath you took much heavier.

He finally told you to stop, seeing how he could spot your juices staining your inner thighs from where your phone stood on the bedside table. “Pull those soaked panties to the side, (Y/n), and fuck yourself with that toy for me. I want you to be fucking dripping and soak that thing so badly that I can see your cum from my end.”

You can audibly hear him stroking his cock now, his pre-cum making it easier for him to pump and twist his thickness. A smile broke out onto your fae but by the look in his eyes, you knew it wouldn’t last as you pulled the red panties to the side with your free hand and rubbed the head of the toy between your lips before sliding it into you slowly.

A heady groan rang out from within you and your eyes snapped open as you began to fuck yourself with it, pressing the silicone balls against your clit to drive you to climax quicker. Moving back into your own little world, you could feel it moving against your inner walls and running against every spot that made you tick.

You threw your head forward with a moan, both of you watching how perfectly all of it fit within you in one go and how quickly you started thrusting it. You raised your hips to meet it with every pass, sighing whenever it filled you to the brim.

You were so lost within this space, your mind so cloudy with arousal, that you almost didn’t hear him call your name.

“Slower, babygirl. I don’t want you cumming yet. You’re not the only one who wants to drag this out.”

So from that point on, he directed your pace and your every movement, telling you to go slower or faster and leaving you hanging on a damn thread every time. Roman laughed heartily when you huffed and puffed out your cheeks, calling you adorable despite being a teasing brat.

“I’m only giving you what you asked for, so don’t blame me for any of this.”

He made you grind down on it every time the dildo went balls deep, making you cry out when he made you take it out right after and pass the sticky head over your clit. You were balancing on nearly nothing at that point, a heavy sheen of sweat now covering your body and seeping into the mesh tights you were wearing until he finally tossed you a bone.

“Now ride it. Ride that fucking toy like you will once I step through your goddamn door. Ride that dildo until you’re screaming my name and letting everyone on your block know who fucking owns you.”

He says this with a snarl, tightening his grip around his shaft and stroking himself quicker as you rose to your knees and moved a pillows between your thighs to suction the dildo onto it. You sunk down on it immediately, your juices making it much easier for you to slide it in and your walls hugging it closely. You grabbed another pillow and moaned loudly into it as you started bouncing, bits of your hair flying around your face and lightning running through your veins.

Your hands started to move in opposite directions; one drifted towards your breast to pluck and pull at your nipple, and the other fell to your pelvis as you began rubbing at your clit with your fingers. Looking at Roman through the phone didn’t do you any better at all, him showing you how hard and thick and ready he was for you.

His chest and forehead were covered in a thin layer of sweat as he stroked himself to a climax throwing his head back with a moan and tugging at his long hair. You could see thick streaks of white fly from the head and splatter his chest and stomach, making you moan as he lowered his head and looked straight back at you. His eyes were cloudy and lost but still dominant and utterly him which made you close your own eyes to keep yourself from reaching that peak.

But despite that, you could still feel it building up in your abdomen as the dildo hit all of your deepest spots and made you cry out to the heavens. Words could no longer spill from your mouth when you felt that twinge of arousal run directly through you and drive you closer and closer to that edge you were seeking. He was finally going to let you cum after what seemed like hours and hours of teasing…

...which is why it shocked you so much when Roman told you to end it.

“Stop.”

“....wait, what?”

“Babygirl, I said stop. Take the dildo out now.”

Even through your daze, you could hear him clearly. His eyes were nearly black, clouded fully with lust as he gripped the phone with one hand and held his softening cock with the other. Isn’t this what he said he wanted? You were so close, why should you stop now?

So you kept at it, grinding the toy down harder as you moved closer to the phone so he could see. You arched your back and pretended not to hear him, lost in your own little world of pleasure and dipping your hand back to your hard bud to rub at it furiously.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna-”

“(Y/n), I said to fucking stop.”

And stop you did, ceasing all movements and quickly taking your hand away from your clit. The tone he used surprised you as he never really used his dom voice outside of the bedroom, so you knew he was fucking serious.

You moved to grab the phone from its place on the bedside table and whined as you slowly slid off the toy, the crotch of the lace panties a deep marroon as your walls clenched around nothing. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you put the dildo next to you and were sure to get it in frame, all shiny and glistening with your juices.

“Now what, Daddy?”

“Pick it back up and clean it off, baby.”

You did so without hesitation, moaning obscenely as you made a show of picking the toy up and running your tongue along its sides. He let out a low moan as he watched you watch him while you licked your juices off of it, swirling your tongue around the fake head like you would’ve if he was laying right there with you.

He hummed, the deep noise sending shivers down your spine as you placed it next to you and held the phone up before resting your head on the pillows behind you.

“All done,” you said coyly, biting your lower lip again as he ran a hand through his hair on the other side of the screen. Always did love when he did that.

Roman told you to put the toy back in the drawer where you found it and to change - both of which you did, dropping the dildo back into your toy chest and swapping out the soaked red panties for a tank top and silk shorts.

That’s future me’s problem, you thought when you noticed the wet spot staining your sheets, wearily moving around it before slipping under your blanket.

“I miss you, Ro. When are you getting back? Like, actually?” you asked, pouting your lips.

“I’ll be home in a week, babygirl,” he told you, out of breath and nearly falling back into the open lockers behind him. “You better not touch yourself until I get back.”

Your eyes went wide and you scrambled to sit up. “Huh? Why not?”

He ignored your question, moving over to his left to grab the towel that laid on the bench. Wiping off his chest again, he said assertively, “Your Daddy’s giving you a command, (Y/n). Follow it, or else I’m gonna put the belt on you for as long as I want.”

You gulped audibly, holding your tongue as your eyes grew wide. After a few seconds, you let out a soft “Ok” and he nodded in approval.

“That’s my girl. Now, be a good girl for me, and I’ll see you when I get home.”

He didn’t even wait for your reply, hanging up the call and shutting off his phone. Roman threw it back into his bag and sighed as his deep brown eyes wandered to the ceiling and he slumped back against the wall next to it.

She’s gonna end up killing me someday, he figured, wiping his hand down his face, but what a hell of a way to go.

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inexorablebloodmoon · 5 years

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I don’t know why Cass is throwing shade out right now? But apparently someone accused her of copying your oc. And it seriously looks 100% copied. It’s on her main blog. I hate seeing those shit drama loving people stealing your guys stuff.

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Oh chile. Go ahead and get comfy, get your teapots and teacups out, because this is going to be a wild story and some really hot tea ☕️

I knew about the OC long before people told me, since I was the one who caught onto it since I still somehow had been following her on my main blog titanialynida. She posted a collage of pictures of her commissions on her main blog and I believe shared it on her Diabolik OC blog as well. Looks similar to my D&D version of Titania and she knew she’s basically a sorceress and archer. But aside copied work and an unoriginal OC, Cass has always been trouble since she sold the fake Azusa plush to a friend of mine and to someone named bitter-doll.

If people really don’t believe me on this, her own friend Summer sent her a screenshot of her “accidentally” talking shit on her which I have proof of. Cass seemed so stupid as to believe in her that she was still a friend and didn’t “mean to say or send that” and Summer is a known two faced liar and user. I also want to mention their friend Rylin was the one who gave our friend her refund which she should’ve never done, but Cass is irresponsible and lives with a man who hardly takes care of her which I’ll get to in just a moment. My second problem with Cass, is she’s a liar. A big liar in fact. She claimed her father was actually native, but when I and others went to see for myself, he doesn’t live on a reservation and in one photo of Cass, he has a Confederate flag in the background so she can fuck RIGHT OFF trying to claim being POC and putting herself in topics she had no space in. Even claiming her fiancé Joe is because he isn’t fully White because he’s a “dark skinned” Italian man. Which by the way, Italians are White People, just the rest of Europeans. My mother’s parents were born in Portugal and lived in Europe till they decided to move to Canada. Both of my parents are immigrant and come from immigrant families. My father being Chicano so that is disrespectful for me that she has no place in our conversations about problems that minorities face. And White people don’t get to define what is and isn’t racist. Because that isn’t how racism works within a society built off the backs of Black and Brown people world wide.

Another thing to know about Cass, is she’s extremely two faced. She lies about being supportive and is always trying to find an excuse. She lied to my best friend Mika about traiding her Dazai merch for Azusa merch Mika already had. Mika also, never received a tracking number for her stuff and was lied and cheated to similar to the Azusa Plush. She excuse was she had problems with her bank and PayPal as she usually does with people she has interacted with. Which I also have proof of since my best friend Mika has sent merch to quiet a few Diabolik fans within the fandom.

Lastly, her “fiancé”, or as I like to call him, a predator and abuser. His name is Joe and he’s a fucked up person. Think of misogyny on cocaine. Not only does he throw things in their trailer home and apparently she takes after this, but she herself said he would get extremely drunk and violent in front of her who was 19 and basically relying on him as a place to stay. I have no doubts he’s done this after their daughter was born. I know this all too well and what this man was after, since I lived with a man similar and no healthy man in his mid 30’s is going to take care of a 19 year old girl and think that’s a healthy relationship. That’s abuse waiting to happen and she was young and vulnerable. Their whole relationship is gross and many of Destinee’s friends advised her to leave and get away from him for a long time. He even called me racial slurs like “wetback” and “beaner” when talking about immigration and that he’s beat me up and got to the point of sexually assaulting me in his comments. Called me a cunt and was extremely abusive saying he would hit me. When that happened, I told Cass she needs to leave him and that was completely uncalled for. She doesn’t care about my rights or my safety, and he’s also a known Islamaphobic White man. So she’s just as guilty by proxy and has never once formally apologized.

Go ahead and talk shit on me, Cass. Try. At the very least, when I was in an abusive relationship I reached out to the friends I had and contacted the police when I was able to. I went to get help so I can throw a predator in jail and before he was gonna get arrested, he killed himself. You let that innocent little girl be around somebody who is physically and verbally abusive. All you care about is a fantasy of Joe and what he “was”, not actually caring about the well being and safety of your daughter. Having an abusive father around is no benefit to her life. And Summer, I’m not a pos mom thank you. I work 40 hours a week while my daughter goes to public kindergarten full-time and I buy her what she wants and needs. She’s in Girl Scouts and Soccer. What’s Cass doin for her baby and what’s Misa even doing for her disabled son? No sports, no after-school program or time with peers. Both are lazy and selfish parents who don’t care about their children’s welfare.

If people do not believe my words, they may feel free to that and I can’t change people’s opinions, but feel free to DM me for proof because I have it, and eventually today I’ll post it in imgur files.

Try me bitch

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josephohduh · 7 years

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TEW2: a semi-rant because it’s been a few days and I forget things

I went into TEW2 completely blind, aside from knowing that Stefano and Obscura were of some importance in the game because of the trailers.

And I know that some people were rather disappointed with the outcome, whereas a lot of major gaming news outlets that I follow stated that TEW2 was extremely good and the way horror games sequels should be.

So, naturally, I wanted to remain open.

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU PLAN ON PLAYING/WATCHING TEW2 YOURSELF

I'm a bit disappointed that the entire voice cast was different. The very second Sebastian started speaking I knew one of two things: that it had been a long time since I played the first game, or that wasn't the same Sebastian I'm used to hearing. So when I looked into it I realized not only was Seb's VA different, everyone else from the previous game had different VAs as well. I don't know if this had anything to do with the VA strike that happened some time ago that affected a lot of VAs (such as Chloe from Life is Strange)

That aside, I wanted to know if TEW2 was going to fill in the gaps and answer questions I had that rose from the previous game.

But first, some highlights from my playthrough with my partner:

- belting the Kingdom Hearts theme during the opening - “man I can’t wait to have to choose between a sword, wand, and shield. and gun” - “holy shit I’m going to be SO COMFORTABLE cosplaying Sebastian again” - hewwo? HEWWO??? - "MYRA IS THE MILK MONSTER?" - "You know, for every god damn time I was asked ‘but is it art?’, I’d probably become a serial killer too” - at Obscura’s appearance: “I DON’T LIKE IT” - “how the fuck does it walk, it’s a fucking tripod” “yes” - at Stefano’s first appearance: “okay but can I just fucking snipe Stefano from here” *does it anyway* “yeah that would’ve been too easy” - “YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU CAN HAVE THE CHILD” - *low pitched baby crying* - “You’re a solid dude” - Sebastian’s not here right now, please leave a message

The first chapter was fantastic. We know that the start of Seb’s trauma was the fire that took away his house and daughter and eventually caused a rift in his marriage, and that Beacon was sorting the tipping point to his mental health. It was also a good way of getting into the controls of the game again. When Seb was approached by Kidman at the bar, hoo boy was he an absolute mess.

Once again, this is probably because it’s been so long since I played TEW1 and its DLCs, but I originally thought the face of the Administrator was a mystery? You could imagine my surprise when I saw his face and was like whoa he’s got a nice looking face that’s weird.

Also I was convinced one of his bodyguards was Joseph, or at least a Joseph look-alike. But I guess they wouldn’t have put him out in the open that easily.

So, I didn’t really mind the whole open world concept much. Honestly, I kinda liked it? The shift into a more action-y horror though? Been there, done that with the ResEvil series :/

However, with the game being open world there was A LOT of stuff I ended up missing. I apparently missed a couple of photographic slides which, I ended up having to look this up, were the key the unlocking the Joseph slide. I ALSO missed the chance to run into TEW1 Seb’s body?? I know there’s a scene where you encounter TEW1 Seb as a reflection in a mirror, but I didn’t know you can also find him as a straight up physical body that you could destroy.

ANIMA WAS WHAT MAKES SURVIVIAL HORROR A SURVIVAL HORROR. Who was she? What did she want with me? Why wouldn’t she leave me alone??? I especially loved the scene where you had to go through a certain series of doors to avoid her. WHY DID IT STOP AFTER JUST TWO DOORS, LET ME BE CHASED BY THIS GHOSTLY LADY.

I get that she was supposed to be some manifestation of Seb’s (and Union civilian NPCs’) guilt and fears, but if he was supposed to have to fight it LET 👏 ME 👏 FIGHT 👏 IT 👏

Speaking of antagonists with potential: what HAPPENED WITH STEFANO?

He had such good potential, an excellent backstory, and was given the most anti-climactic boss fight ever made.

Same with Father Theodore. There was this whole huge buildup and then when it came to the boss fight, it was...disappointing. And it all seemed too easy? Maybe I didn’t have my difficulty high enough? I did die plenty of times but that’s cause I generally can’t go through a game without dying at least ten times within one chapter. And that’s usually cause at some point I get bored of waiting and try to gun through it.

And then Myra was just...weird. Like, in the end she was an Actual Boss Battle. But just everything after that went too fast in such little time.

“We can be a family again!” “No I have to finish The Plan!!!”

*cue the TLOU scenes where you have to run with a child in your arms*

And can we talk about the side characters for a moment.

Liam “I’m never leaving my safe house but does anyway” O’Neal. I honestly thought he would have lived through the whole thing. I mean, he flat out refused to leave his safe house. But boy howdy did Father Theodore whisper some sweet things into his ear and convinced him otherwise. And if you think I’m gonna willingly fight more Harbingers for parts to fix his flamethrower boy do I have news for you. I said screw that noise.

Yukiko “walking textbook” Hoffman. I hated her at first. I really did. All her dialogue was very textbook and “you can tell I’m really smart cause I’m the team psychologist” and also “we need an asian character but not Joseph so”. I’m pretty sure at some point I stopped listening to her. I’M A LITTLE DISAPPOINTED IN HER DEATH. I saw it coming the moment the scene started but she COULD HAVE potentially be saved. STRETCH OUT YOUR ARMS MORE, SEB.

Esmeralda “please for the love of god don’t be a love interest” Torres. YOU INTRODUCE US A BADASS CHARACTER. AND THEN YOU KILL HER AT THE END OF THE SAME CHAPTER SHE APPEARS IN??

Partner: “she was just put in to be fuel for Man Pain” BLEUGH

But then you find out, she was the operative that took Lily during the fire. And then that was that?? THAT’S IT. THAT WAS HER ONLY CONNECTION TO THIS WHOLE SITUATION. She was ‘someone who had a lot of regrets and wanted to redeem herself in some way’. And also ‘yeah she was the one you was tasked to take your daughter’.

???? JOHANAS. EXPLAIN.

Partner: “did they like.. switch writers in the middle of all this. cause that’s what this seems like”

Julian “you’re a solid dude” Sykes. DID HE MAKE IT?? I know it was supposed to be a 25% chance through STEM and that he said he was going to remove his brain chip immediately when he got out but. DID. HE. MAKE. IT.

Partner: “you can tell it was an american director cause all the poc were killed off” Me, a poc: “OMG”

And let’s not forget everyone’s biggest concern: WHERE IS JOSEPH.

I knew that Joseph had a photographic slide. But what I didn’t know was that you had to collect all the previous slides in order to unlock that slide. GUESS WHO’S MISSING SLIDES AND DIDN’T GET IT.

So I ended up having to look it up and just

“It’s a long story”

Oh okay *finishes the game and has it never brought up again*

UH????

So essentially, regardless of whether or not you get all the photographic slides, Joseph was completely written out of the game.

And like everyone else, I’m annoyed. You establish that he was never killed and that’s he’s alive and kicking somewhere. But WHERE IS HE, JOHANAS.

I feel like some time after Stefano the game was just. Rushed.

But that ending. Is it implying that we’re gonna be getting another sequel?? Or at least a DLC?? Please let it be a DLC I don’t want this game to get dragged like the ResEvil series (don’t get me wrong, I love the ResEvil series, but there were some good games and there were some bad games)

I do intend on replaying TEW2 because there was clearly a lot that I missed in my first run-through.

And like, while I didn’t hate TEW2 I do believe some parts could have been executed better.

This is probably gonna be one of those things where I replay it a few times or sit on it for a while or look up more info and just have an “OH that makes more sense” moment.

Was it worth the wait? I suppose? There’s still things where I’m like “??” and now I have even more “??” but I tend to be a bit slow with realizing things.

Would I tell people to absolutely go and get it? That part’s up to you. If you want to play it yourself, then definitely go ahead. But if you feel like you can’t justify the ~$60 for something you might end up being disappointed in, then definitely check up on some playthroughs/let’s plays.

I’m still gonna purchase merch (despite all the good stuff only being available in the european store >:( I’ll figure something out)

And I’m still gonna make art and cosplay from the game.

And if it wasn’t for TEW to begin with, I wouldn’t have met some pretty cool people

#the evil within 2 #tew 2

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x-avantgarde · 7 years

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BTOB [TIME] 2017 Concert Report (Hong Kong)

Hello ya'll! So I've went to BTOB's concert yesterday (14th of July) and it was super awesome!! Even though the venue was really big, the seats weren't all filled (and there was a section across me where it was completely empty ;;) But thank god it didn't look like a black ocean (or else I would've seriously be sad (I was so worried, gosh)). Since the concert "starts" (always late -__-) at 8:00, I decided that I would get there around 5:30.

You could preorder lightsticks so I paid beforehand so I could get it on the day (on the merch table). For some reason, the merch table opened at 5 (it was kinda late), and the VIP ticket holders had to start lining up to have their 'mini fanmeeting' with BTOB prior to the concert (for like 20mins only?? XD).

After I got the ticket, it was lowkey boring since I was alone (waiting for my mom again ahem) and so all I did for the next hour was stand around... (there were so little people after the VIP people were let in because a lot of them were VIP ticket holders). So at around 6:50 (yes it was really painful waiting for my mom ;;), my mom finally arrived and we got some food in this small cafe inside the venue (the food wasn't that good tbh).

At around 7:15 we decided to go through security check (because SHINee's one took forever?!). But it was actually really fast (and this time, they didn't even take out my stuff), but they did have a metal detector... (and they would give you a wristband once you pass (I guess it's for security measures...)). I got in at 7:20 (LOL) and found my seat ;v; this time, I decided to sit in block 4 (which is the sides) (when I got the tickets a few months back) and I was kinda at like in the middle-ish bottom.

There were so little people at the venue I started getting worried (and it was 10mins before the concert started). Then right before the concert started, a shit ton of people came in (in crowds) and they didn't have lightsticks so it was sTraNge (and it felt like they were paid to get in or something because the venue was kinda empty).

So at around 8:10, the lights dimmed, and everyone turned on their lightsticks... it's time for BTOB to shine!! They started with a song (that I don't know the name of (I'm so sorry orz)), but it was really cool hahaha, this time, I actually warmed up way faster than I previously did (than SHINee) and started screaming way louder after this song ended XD

And then it was I'll Be Your Man!! It was sO gOOD (kms bc Hyunsik's vocals ARE SO oN poiNT I CAN'T (and he's also my bias so it's like additional points)). Hyunsik always sings the higher notes / sustained parts (??) / the climax part of the song so it was really great being able to hear them sing in real life ;v;

Eunkwang, and Changsub, as usual, rocked too in vocals!! Then Ilhoon was like KILLING it (along with Minhyuk and Peniel). Sungjae was surprisingly good with his vocals (I think he improved (I'm so proud of my bby ;;)). So after I'll Be Your Man (this song is my jam;;), it was Thriller! (Flashbacks to weekly idol when they were saying how their dance in the intro looked like they were washing clothes haha). The chorus is like KMS ITS SO GOOD.

After that, they had their opening speech, (featuring Sungjae's broken english). Most of them spoke English (except Hyunsik (who spoke Korean) and also Changsub). Peniel spoke first and omg he's so cute ;; Then Minhyuk introduced himself and said "I'M YOURS" (like wOA WOA WOA OK. I THOUGHT IM YOURS BUT IF YOU'RE MINE THAT WORKS TOO (jkjk)). He's such a bias wrecker lmao, and Changsub scrunched up his face purposefully when he heard Minhyuk saying that (and cringed haha (like same)).

Oh yeah, and Peniel kept asking us, "was it fun?" (he was expecting "YESS!" or something like that) but in exchange, he received screams hahaha, so he was like, "I want an answer, not (imitates girly screaming)" LMAO. So when he asked, (for some reason), I was going to say yes, but I ended up saying it too early (that the whole venue was quiet) ;; (and I was really loud too omg hahaha)

Then after that, cue to a messed up setlist. They also sang Someday, Second Confession, Wow, Peniel's new song (solo), Hyunsik solo (he sang a Mandarin song), Sungjae solo (Goblin OST??), then Ilhoon, Peniel and Minhyuk did a collab (insert song name lol), The Movie, Beep Beep Boop Boop (this was the third song on the setlist). I probably would know more if I listen to their songs again (but I'm so tired right now because I arrived home at 12am and I only got 8 hours of sleep;; (bc I went to bed at 1am)).

Memorable parts of the concert: During one of the MC moments, Ilhoon was like "you guys are hot" (I was legit like, "woa wOA woAAH WhAT?") until he said like hot as in the sweating kind of hot (lowkey disappointed (JKJK)). After Sungjae's solo, since he was wearing this long coat (bc Goblin lmao), Eunkwang said he really wanted to try the coat (and the members said, "It'll probably touch the ground if you wear it" (LMAO)).

So when he did, it reached his ankles haha. They also told him to reenact to one of the scenes and it was really cute and funny. Oh yeah, and at some point, Eunkwang showed his abs to the audience (OMG hahahah) and apparently "Someone had left their abs in Korea" (BTOB members look towards Minhyuk). Eunkwang only showed his abs for 2 seconds and Sungjae said "it looks like white chocolate' LOL.

I don't remember which part of the MC, but Sungjae wanted to say how we're a really cool crowd or something, but then he was like "you guys are so tasty" in English LMAO. The moment Peniel heard him, he was like wtf bruhhhh X"D and he tried to correct Sungjae (poor Peniel lololol). BTOB is so good at making their fans laugh bc legit the members were like "see? naturally, we only have 4 members left" (when Peniel legit just walked out of the stage) so everyone laughed hahaha.

Minhyuk is also such a bias wrecker? I didn’t really see why he was so popular in the beginning (im sorry), but after seeing him rap, I’m like fucking in love (kill me pls). He also kept shooting finger(?) hearts to everyone so /dies/. When the backdrop had them

I love them so much ;;v;;

The fans also prepared some rose lightsticks but guess what? ONLY MY SIDE OF THE SEATS DIDN'T GET THEM :DDDD /salt/ and the members took a few of them away (lmao) bc they "were really pretty". The fans also prepared some slogans but they didn't sing the songs (that were for the slogan), but in the end Ilhoon took them up and made this impressed face hahaha (idk why but he always reminds me of an old man?? X"D)

As an overall, it was really great and in no time, the concert came into an end ;v; it was really fun and really worth it. I feel so satisfied and happy after watching them perform and so I hope to see them again!! ;v;

Not related to Kpop shit: (it's all vkei ;v;)

(but after seeing Codomo's photos in Korea, I feel really jealous ;v; and also Pentagon performing in A-Kon (like "guys, you have fans in HK too" loLOLOL)). Not related to Kpop, but when Morrigan's Ayu kept on hinting that they're going to have an European tour on IG, I got really salty becauSE I WANT THEM TO COME TO HK TOO OK /extremely live deprived/ (which is the result of me being salty at all of the bands not coming to hk lmao)

(but Versailles is coming to HK and I really want to go ;v;;;;;;;;;;;;; but at the same time, if Pentagon came, I would have definitely went ;v;;;;;; I want to hear Hizaki's guitar shredding but then no one likes Versailles (not that I know of) ;v;;; and I don't want to be stuck alone ;v;;;;;;)

Basically sad life lol. IM GOING TO WAIT FOR KIRYU, ROYZ AND/OR CODOMO DRAGON TO COME TO HK. C'MON GUYS, IM WAITING TO SPEND ALL MY MONEY ON YA'LL.

#btob #sungjae #peniel #minhyuk #eunkwang #hyunsik #changsub #ilhoon #btob concert #btob concert experience #live report #kpop concert experience #kpop #concert #yay

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encchantress · 7 years

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so this guide is going to be a very very basic overview of what it’s like to WORK AT DISNEY WORLD (pt. 1)! i have a somewhat in depth knowledge of the process and what it’s actually like to be working there because i worked there doing the college program for 5 months. this will be a v v basic overview though and maybe if i feel like it, i’ll do a college program version as well, but here it is!! please like or reblog if you found this helpful!!

AFTER YOU’RE HIRED!

i only know about how you get hired via the disney college program so i’m going to gloss over that, though i will say that for the dcp you apply online, have a web interview, then a phone interview and then you find out whether or not you join the cast!!

CASTING!!!! i know for the dcp we didn’t know what role we had and what location we were going to be at until we got there, but i can’t speak for normal disney cast members. all i know is that no matter what you’ll end up at the casting building at downtown disney to get your assignment and scan fingerprints and all that!!

TRADITIONS!!!! god i’m so lit just thinking about it. traditions is the day that you’re called in to learn all about the history of disney and hear a bunch of stories about how disney has touched the lives of so many. it’s business casual, and disney is VERY strict about this. i watched a girl take off her lipstick bc a cast member told her it was too bright. basically you go to disney university and you get told a bunch of heart-warming stuff, you do some trivia and earn some figurines if you answer correctly, and there’s a box sitting in the middle of your table the whole time which you aren’t allowed to open until the end. they take you to magic kingdom and they have you wear these headsets that don’t rly work and they take you backstage through the tunnels and up into some part of magic and you just like observe what’s going on and you learn about some of the neato things you only get to learn as a cast member. then you go back to Disney University and mickey mouse himself comes to give you your name tag. of course, at the end, you get to open the box and there’s your very own pair of mickey ears waiting inside. it’s honestly life changing.

okay, so after you have to go through this thing called operations. basically you go to DU and you’re split up into groups based on your role. your roles include:

food and beverage (quick service or full service)

retail (bibbidi bobbidi boutique/floral/merchandise/vacation planner)

entertainment (character performer/character attendant/costuming)

lodging (bell services/front desk/housekeeper)

recreation (children’s activities/lifeguard/recreation attractions)

operations (attractions/custodial/photopass)

and basically what you do in ops is you spend a full day taking a bunch of internet quizzes about personal safety, osha standards, and how to handle situations like unattended suspicious bags and lost children (although at disney they don’t say they’re lost children they say they have lost parents)

i’m gonna be honest, it’s real boring. like 90% of my day was spent trying not to fall asleep. but something else important to disney that you learn during ops are THE FOUR KEYS! The Four Keys are how Disney moderates how they’re doing as a business. The Four Keys are as followed:

SAFETY

COURTESY

EFFICIENCY

SHOW

you will get tested on these often.

**quick note about safety. disney’s slogan for being safe while on property is “SAFE-D BEGINS WITH ME!” every cast member makes so many dick jokes using that phrase. please do it it’s so funny.**

then once you’re done with ops you’re typically sent for costuming which i’ll get into a little bit later probably bc there’s not rly that much to say on it right now other than like, just do a quick google to find out what your character will be wearing for wherever they work.

STARTING WORK!

so depending on which park you’re assigned to work (note: you will not park hop unless you’re deployed or you pick up shifts. pick one park and stick to it.) you have an orientation day. each park has a cutesy name for it

DAKlimation (disney’s animal kingdom)

once upon a time (magic kingdom)

discovery day (epcot)

on with the show (hollywood studios)

this is basically a full day of walking around the parks, learning some of the secrets behind the theming and getting accustomed to the backstage areas. you also might ride a ride if you’re lucky (we rode kilimanjaro safaris at DAK). then you’ll start your on the job training. this can range from a week to two weeks depending and at the end of training you are tested on your knowledge of all the skills you learned during training. ((if anyone is interested in lifeguarding or quick service specifically pls don’t hesitate to ask!)) and through all this training you get to wear a cute little “earning my ears” sticker on your name tag!!

ROLES!!

honestly you can do a quick google about any of the roles above, but pls feel free to ask me questions too bc i know a lot about qsfb, lifeguarding, merch and character performer especially. i’m just going to highlight some common misconceptions (imo) below.

character performer: OKAY SO THIS IS WHERE I GET REAL NITPICKY!!! this paragraph is gonna be long so settle in. to be a character performer YOU HAVE TO GO TO AN AUDITION. and let me tell you, it is not easy. it is very likely that if you are a character performer you have auditioned a very good number of times bc disney is so specific in what they’re looking for. and character performer isn’t just someone in a costume or a lookalike. it extends to parades, shows, and even street performers like the citizens of hollywood in hollywood studios.

there are a few different types of auditions too. they have character performer auditions where they are just generally looking for performers, but they can pull you aside for lookalikes. in character performer auditions you do a parade dance that increases in difficulty the further you go along if you haven’t been cut. in lookalike auditions you literally go into a room in groups of 50 and smile at a man for like 5 seconds and then they cut based off of that. ((if anyone wants a more detailed guide on this i can do it bc i have auditioned for disney 5 times doing both kinds of auditions))

height ranges!!!! this is also a huge thing for me bc some of yall stay trying to play like a 5′7″ bitch as tinkerbell. disney is usually pretty good about sticking to particular height rangers for costumed and face characters.

most princesses are within the 5′4″-5′7″ range. alice and wendy are usually between 4′10″-5′2″. most costumed characters with the exclusion of most villains and goofy are between 4′11″-5′4″. 5′4″ is definitely at the v top of the height range though and might be pushing it tbh. these are all based on what i know to be true myself having met a shit ton of princesses and character performers, but there are deviants for sure. basically don’t use taylor swift as an fc for alice. cool??? cool.

quick service food and beverage: once you’re in a restaurant you typically stay there. although qsfb can also extend to outdoor vending (odv) in which case you would rotate from cart to cart (they’re the ones that sell the mickey bars and pretzels n shit), but if you work in a restaurant you typically don’t switch between that and odv.

WORLD SHOWCASE @ EPCOT: if you’re in the world showcase, the people that work in the different countries are usually authentically from there. it would be very, very rare to have a white/european person working at one of the restaurants in mexico. i’ve honestly never met someone who wasn’t from their assigned country that worked there. i’m speaking specifically about the world showcase and not any other part of epcot. many world showcase cast members are part of the cultural representative program which means they come for 12 months and they work in either the world showcase in epcot, animal kingdom, animal kingdom lodge, or international guest relations/greeter roles. basically, if you’re gonna have your character work in a world showcase pavilion, make them from that country pls.

attractions: if you work attractions, you are most likely not just working at one ride for your entire life. for example: in adventureland in magic kingdom, those attractions workers work aladdin’s magic carpet ride, the enchanted tiki room, swiss family robinson treehouse and anything else in the area. basically if a land or a certain area within the park has the same costume, you’re working all of it so i’d familiarize yourself with just how many attractions your character might be working.

**quick note again: not every job is within a disney park. you may get a job at disney springs, water parks, or resorts!!!**

WORK THINGS!!!

when you’re working, disney has you on a strict points system. if you’re late to work, they dock you half a point. if you miss your shift/call out, they dock you a point. if you get 3 points within 30 days you get what’s called a reprimand. and this is not good my friends. you get 3 reprimands within 3 months and you’re out. like out out. like turn in your blue card and get out. you can get authorized days off or (ADO’s) but you have to request off like crazy early or get someone to take your shift.

ahh!!! blue cards!!!! your blue card, or blue ID, is what identifies you as a cast member at disney. it’s also what you flash to bypass paying for parking, and it’s what gets you through the gates to get you backstage at disney. you don’t have it, you’re fucked basically. blue IDs also get you discounts on merchandise and food at some QSFB restaurants.

MAIN GATES!!!! your key to the kingdom!!! your maingate is your entry pass to all the parks. it serves as a park hopper. you also get 3 guest passes which, depending on if you’re a cp, part time or full time has so many passes on it for whomever you wish to bring with you into the parks.

you answer to two people while you work at disney. your coordinators and your leaders. your coordinators are out on stage with you and there’s usually like 2-4 of them depending on how large your location is. they’re who you ask for help in a pinch. your leaders are like your managers. they give you a briefing in the morning before you open, they make tough calls, and they have to ability to smooth over almost any situation effortlessly. if you have a reeeeally angry guest, you better call ur leader.

when you’re not on stage, you are backstage. i literally cannot stress this enough. if you’re on break you should not be seen or heard. there are break rooms for every section of each park and if you’re not on your feet, you’re back there. they’re not nice. they’re small, crowded, and usually smell. there are larger cafeterias within every park though (at DAK ours was called PRIDE ROCK) but they’re usually quite a walk depending on where you work.

BREAKS!!! if you’re working at disney that means you’re typically spending 6+ hours on your feet and however long your shift is is how long your break is. 6 hour shift?? you’ve probably got one 15 min break. 8 hours?? prolly one 30 min. break. 10 hours??? that’s when you get the hour long break. oh also that 10 hour shift you were scheduled for?? it just turned into a 13 hour shift thanks to a force extend. you’re welcome. but you’re in luck!!! sometimes you get an early release or an ER!!! that’s when they don’t need you so they’re like fuck it go home.

oh also everything is in military time.

GLOSSARY (terms cast members use a lot)

cast members - if you work for the walt disney company you are a cast member, not an employee

DU - disney university (yes it exists and it’s fuckin baller on the inside)

company d - this is a store inside disney university. it’s where you can get exclusive cast merch and also you can buy your discounted party tickets there

cast connections - ok this is honestly disney’s best kept secret. cast connections is this huge store where u can buy so much shit for like 75% off. they even have a small grocery section where everything is hella cheap. you have to be cast to buy shit.

costuming - where you go to get your costumes duh. there’s one at every park, but magic kingdom’s is at west clock.

west clock - ok so basically not all mk cast is allowed to park in the parking lot like at other parks so there’s this thing called west clock that has a huge parking lot and it’s where disney university and magic king costuming is. you go to west clock and then take a bus to get to magic.

tunnels/utilidor - backstage at MK consists of the utilidors or tunnels as they’re often called. MK is the only park with tunnels and they’re fuckin extensive. there are colored lines on the walls that can direct you to where you need to go, but it’s still confusing as hell.

qsfb/fsfb - quick service/full service food and beverage

merch - merchandise

odv - outdoor vending

stands west/stands east - a variation of working merchandise in the parks. you work at the small stands instead of the shops

four keys card - if a fellow cast member or guest thinks you’ve successfully exemplified the four keys, they give you a four keys card. this is for recognition and it also takes a point off of your record.

MK - magic kingdom

DAK - disney’s animal kingdom

DHS - disney’s hollywood studios

CP - college program

ER - early release

force extend - when they fucking extend your shift without asking u

ADO - authorized day off

deployed - sometimes you get asked to work in a different park for a few days or weeks, they call this being deployed.

on stage - when you’re on the job in front of guests

backstage - the areas where you can’t be seen by guests

guests - not customers, guests.

honestly there’s probably so much more i need to cover, but that’s just a lil taste of what it’s like to work at disney. i might add onto this later or just make a second guide. if you have any questions about anything specific, the disney college program, qsfb or animal kingdom rly let me know bc i know the most about those things, but i’m knowledgeable in A LOT of other stuff too.

#rpt #rph #guide #rp guide

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lesbianbruabba · 6 years

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All of the questions 😈

Jokes on you bitch I have time since I’m waiting for drag race to air but oh my god this is gonna be long so i’ll pull an Iza and put it under a read more

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

I don’t know

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Shy, even though I don’t feel like I am, people tell me I’m shy

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

My brother when he comes here oh my god. I miss him. I’m going to make him watch a couple crazy music videos and possibly scar him.

@lettiehigh and @akakuro4869-blog and @rippling-waves when I get back to Hong Kong and Tiff and Bella and Karl and Ellie and Miss R and everyone else

@samrull and Lettie again and maybe @lecafenoirx if I go to Bristol in September to see flor

4. Are you easy to get along with?

I’d say so! Unless you give me a reason to dislike you lol

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

Probably but that’s a stupid question since I don’t drink :)

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Kind people. Usually more on the feminine side? Even the more muscular guys that I thirst after have a few feminine traits like a higher-pitched voice.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

Nope, I’m going back to Hong Kong so there’s even less chance of me being in a relationship lol

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

Ryan Ross [insert tongue emoji]

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Nope. I’m usually way too open, quite a few of my friends are this way too. Literally one time my brother and I shared a hotel room and the first thing he said when my folks were out of earshot is complaining how he can’t jack off for a whole week (I asked him why he couldn’t do it in the shower, he said it was too much effort to do so standing up XD)

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Kasia or Iza about body image? define deep

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“Call him or dump his useless ass?” to Lettie

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Victorious by P!atD, Dodie Clark’s cover of Somebody Else by the 1975, I Need My Girl by the National, Pożyczony by Sylwia Grzeszczak and Honey by Kehlani

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

Yeah! People at school used to love braiding my hair because it was so long. And I like playing with people’s hair, because I can French braid on others but I can’t do it with myself :/

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Sometimes?

15. What good thing happened this summer?

I’ll say last summer since it’s not quite summer yet now. Well, I was accepted into Edi, got a 38 on the IBDP which is not too bad, and celebrated my birthday with my squad (rip)

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Yep :)

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

I fkin hope not

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

My first actual crush or like, elementary school crush? But no on both counts

19. Do you like bubble baths?

I’ve never had one :/ I’ve never had a ~bath~ tbh. I want to try in the summer because home in Hong Kong has a bathtub.

20. Do you like your neighbors?

I like my flatmates here, we like the same kind of porn and vines. I don’t know my neighbors well enough back home

21. What are you bad habits?

I trust too easily, I am intelligent but lazy when it comes to schoolwork (I procrastinate), I worry way too fucking much about everything, I have crushes on people that I should NOT have crushes on sometimes (see: gay men)

22. Where would you like to travel?

I answered this a while back I think but as far as I could remember it’s a lot of european places - Oslo, Aarhus (I’m going to Copenhagen!!), Moscow, Tallinn, Berlin, Lublin, Warsaw, Kraków, Gdańsk, Lyon, Lisbon, Prague, honestly just count in every capital haha. I’m not good at geography. Also, Tasmania, Tokyo, Osaka (I’ve been twice but it’s. So good), London, Glasgow are all places I’d go again.

23. Do you have trust issues?

With my mum yeah lmao

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Talking to my friends (basically everyone I’ve tagged up there I don’t have many friends lmao)

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

My thighs because they’re heavily scarred, my tummy because fat, double chin, face because weirdly big lips and weird shape and small eyes, honestly most of my body if I’m being honest, when I’m not corseted.

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Go through tumblr, twitter, instagram, kik, snapchat, emails, facebook, usually in that order. And then maybe scroll a bit more through tumblr and drag myself awake. Brush teeth and drink juice for breakfast.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

My skin tone is fine. I’m kinda pale for a Chinese girl (according to others, but my skin’s gotten darker in recent years) so I sometimes have to use white people products. I only lighten my skin for doing goth-y makeup so in those instances i’d love to have lighter skin. (then again, I’m talking like...wallpaper white if possible pls)

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

My friends and my brother.

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

What exes lmao

30. Do you ever want to get married?

If it’s with the right person yeah.

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

My hair is long enough for several pony tails

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Men - Jawn and Ryan Ross

Women - Stephanie Beatriz and Lynn Gunn

33. Spell your name with your chin

cbhreusftjd

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

Exactly - what sports?

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

Without TV. I can’t live without music.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Would’ve said yes up to this morning haha

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

So, do you know what a furry is?

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Emo, responsible, kind, good sense of humor, understanding, appreciates Ryan Ross, doesn’t mind me checking my phone a lot [insert date in Hong Kong meme]

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

Damaged Society for band merch, Ann Summers for lingerie, various taobao shops for lolita fashion, Restyle for corsets

40. What do you want to do after high school?

Study linguistics at university. Hey! I’m doing that!

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

No but most people do

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I don’t feel like talking/I’m depressed/I’m thinking

43. Do you smile at strangers?

Not like randomly?...

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

NEITHER I LIKE BEING SAFE OH MY GOD

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

Brushing my teeth or needing to pee?

46. What are you paranoid about?

I’m paranoid that I won’t graduate uni, about not being able to find a job that I will be happy at (doesn’t have to be a dream job but I don’t want to work at something I hate like a factory), I’m paranoid that no one will ever love me esp. romantically, that my family will never accept me as a bisexual woman, that I won’t be able to migrate to the UK before I’m 30 or worse before China takes back Hong Kong in 2047 and I will be trapped in hellish censorship conservative society, that depression and anxiety will drive me to off myself before any of that could even happen

47. Have you ever been high?

Noooooooooo don’t do drugs :( I say, even though I am friends with a drug dealer lol

48. Have you ever been drunk?

Nope, alcohol tastes gross

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Recently no. But like when I was a kid yeah

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Pink!

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Every day :/

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

I want to weigh 80lbs. It’s been this stupid ‘goal’ throughout teenagehood and I know it’s stupid and unhealthy but I really want to. I don’t care if I won’t have boobs.

53. Favourite makeup brand?

Maybelline has good concealer

54. Favourite store?

Damaged Society

55. Favourite blog?

Can’t make me pick between these two

56. Favourite colour?

Pink

57. Favourite food?

Tiramisu and also siu mai but only the fish ones because they taste like garlic and also calbee chips, british junk food is garbage compared to the stuff we have in hong kong (they’ve got good sweets here though)

58. Last thing you ate?

Spaghetti carbonara

59. First thing you ate this morning?

I didn’t eat today till dinner which was spaghetti carbonara

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

I got first runner up in a nationwide comp for poetry. I wrote a depressing poem that ended up with my English teacher sending a concerned email to my folks lol

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

*gasp* I am a good student

62. Been arrested? For what?

Oh my god. I’m a good girl. I’m not with that kinda shit

63. Ever been in love?

I have fallen in love but not like...reciprocated love, no

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

Ooh this is fun. He offered to be my first kiss and I said sure and we made out and it was nice and less scary than I thought but I forgot to close my eyes

65. Are you hungry right now?

No I had too much spaghetti :(((((

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

are you calling my tumblr friends fake

But no I love them all. Also given that half of my irl friends are on tumblr idk what to say lmao

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Facebook

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Tumblr is the MOST SUPERIOR SOCIAL MEDIA BECAUSE IT IS TRASH

69. Are you watching tv right now?

We’d need a TV license for that. and a TV. so no

I’ve got netflix

70. Names of your bestfriends?

Lettie, Chloe, Iza, Natalie, Daniel (my brother), Karl, Bella (but she’s mad at me so idk), there’s a couple of people who I consider close friends but idk if they’re okay with me calling them my best friends

71. Craving something? What?

A GETAWAY FROM THE SMOOTH TALK THAT’S KEEPING ME GROUNDED TO THE CARPET IN MY ROOM MY QUIET BLUE TOMB OF YOU

72. What colour are your towels?

Both purple why

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

One. Or zero if I kick it to the floor by accident. I mostly hug it.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

No :(

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

zero. I have a stuffed L Lawliet from Death Note though. It’s a present for my mum when I get home. I’ve also got a few stuffies back home courtesy of Lettie and Bella

75. Favourite animal?

Humans but I like dogs and cats and rats are kinda cute too?

76. What colour is your underwear?

Right now it’s white but I’ve got beige and grey ones I’m kinda boring

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Coffee

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

White, my waterparks shirt :)

80. What colour pants?

Blue denim shorts

81. Favourite tv show?

Drag race, b99, the good place, parks and rec, ASOUE

82. Favourite movie?

Dzien Swira it’s funny and depressing

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Mean girls but i’ve not seen the second one

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Mean girls, idk what the other one is

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

The nice girl

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh idk...the blue fish? Ellen Degeneres?

87. First person you talked to today?

Iza

88. Last person you talked to today?

Kasia

89. Name a person you hate?

Uhhhhhhhm Doanld Trump?

90. Name a person you love?

My brother he’s so smart and creative and sweet and makes the worst puns and he loves fall out boy and tries to be an edgelord and it’s super adorable so that’s great

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

My feelings bc they dumb

92. In a fight with someone?

Kiiiiiiiinda? More like she’s mad at me and idk what to do about it because i refuse to go to fucking london with her because international plane tickets are expensive as heck and she wants me to go in the middle of summer when i’m home

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

easy, 0

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

A Lot. Like 10.

95. Last movie you watched?

Dzien Swira

96. Favourite actress?

Sara Canning and Stephanie Beatriz make me v gay

97. Favourite actor?

Neil Patrick Harris because Count Olaf

98. Do you tan a lot?

No lmao

99. Have any pets?

m-my brother...?

100. How are you feeling?

Impatient because drag race hasn’t aired yet. Lonely because my favorite flatmate moved out and there’s no one to chat with me at 3am anymore. Frustrated because my crush-y feelings are being dumb. Sad because my mum is kiiiiiiiiiiiinda homophobic and I imagine myself getting married to a woman not a man (it’s more likely) so :/

101. Do you type fast?

68 WPM? Is that fast?

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

I regret a lot of things. But it’s okay I’ve not turned out too bad overall considering. I’m also glad I did a lot of things, so

103. Can you spell well?

I think so yeah

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

Yes absolutely in particular one person because sometimes I regret things that I did with good intentions and never stop regretting :/

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

I’ve been to a campfire so kinda??

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

Nah

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yes!! When I was a kid

108. What should you be doing?

It’s 1am so prolly sleeping but who has time for that amirite

109. Is something irritating you right now?

Yeah my mum. And my feelings

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Yes lmaoooooo don’t read me like this

111. Do you have trust issues?

This was a question up there. Why is it asked again. You’re making me have trust issues

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Ooh shit I don’t know I haven’t cried in front of people for a while mostly because I shut myself in my room but prolly my brother or my mum back home

113. What was your childhood nickname?

Never had one (that I liked)

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

~that’s not a thing~ uwu

115. Do you play the Wii?

No my mum is against video games

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Yes I’m listening to Dear Uber Driver

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Never had it

118. Do you like Chinese food?

I like dim sum and egg tarts and a lot of HK street food so yes?

119. Favourite book?

Suck Less by Willam

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

Sometimes, but at other times it’s oddly comforting

121. Are you mean?

:o I am the least mean person to exist

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No unless it’s in NTAL but even then it’s like hmmmm is it tho

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Lol no

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I think it’s possible but unlikely

125. Do you believe in true love?

Yeah I’d like to

126. Are you currently bored?

No because this is keeping me entertained until I can watch drag race

127. What makes you happy?

Talking to my friends, sending them dumb tumblr shitposts, sending my brother disturbing gifs, getting weird gifs from Chloe, thirsting over Jawn with Iza, hearing that my friends are happy, reading and sharing poetry with friends, listening to music, playing the ukulele, eating junk food and watching b99, answering tumblr asks, writing poetry, drawing

128. Would you change your name?

I don’t like Christie so yes. Would change my Chinese name too it’s too annoying to write.

129. What your zodiac sign?

Leo//rabbit

130. Do you like subway?

No :(

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Brenda, he’s gay. Very very very gay, think a 6 on the kinsey scale

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Again. this has been asked. What kinda unprofessionalism

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

I think with my heart and love with my head

134. Can you count to one million?

I mean...in theory yes but why would I do that

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

I told my mum I was striaght lmao

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Closed. What the fuck

137. How tall are you?

5′2

138. Curly or Straight hair?

I have straight hair, I want wavy hair. Or bangs.

139. Brunette or Blonde?

I have black hair. I tend to have blondes/general bright hair as a ‘type’ when it comes to romantic affection/crushes but it’s also not v accurate

also, I want pink hair. I had a dream where my brother loved MANIA so much he dyed his hair purple

140. Summer or Winter?

WINTER. BUT WITHOUT SNOW. Summer brings out my skin problems so I have a v valid reason to hate it. Also I’m fat so my thigh chafe in summer if I walk more than an hour

141. Night or Day?

I am usually, unfortuantely, only awake at night and like maybe late afternoon.

142. Favourite month?

I don’t have one. December I guess bc it’s acceptable to play christmas music. or June bc pride month

143. Are you a vegetarian?

Nope. I don’t love meat though.

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Milk. With sea salt and caramel. I’m a classy hoe

145. Tea or Coffee?

Coffee. Either iced americano or some sweet frappe shit

146. Was today a good day?

Today was a very good day. I told my crush I liked her, slept away most of the day, watched a lot of brooklyn nine-nine and listened to Dodie while doing German and Polish on duolingo and I read Chloe’s poetry and it was very good. Link here. And Kasia gave me lots of good song recs. And drag race is up soon (it’s technically tomorrow but whatever).

147. Mars or Snickers?

I can’t pick because Snickers has such a great texture, but also mars bars has the perfect nougat to caramel to chocolate ratio? Probably mars wins out by a bit

148. What’s your favourite quote?

“Hewwo” - Aquaria, RuPaul’s Drag Race

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

I’d like to think souls can see what we’re doing after they pass away.

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

“Adjective opposites and their comparatives” from a Polish grammar book.

Thank you for this long ass ask

drag race still hasn’t fucking aired so i’m gonna watch more b99 and drink fanta

#answered #anon #about me #hi i gave up on using tags bc it's annoying so i tagged everyone once and thats it #it's all the usual suspects that i tag anyway #xo fuckers

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jonestowers · 7 years

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Teenage Bishops, part fourteen

That evening the Archbishop of Canterbury sat in his flat in the counsel house abutting the cathedral. After taking his leave of the Archbishop of York it had been tempting to get the car to run him down to London for an evening out but an alert on his smartphone had reminded him that he was officiating at a service in Canterbury Cathedral at 9am the following morning.

Quite justifiably doubting his own ability to be up, out of London and in Canterbury by that sort of time of the morning, the Archbishop decided to spend the night in Canterbury. It would save him the journey the following morning and besides, his accommodation there was every bit as comfortable as Lambeth Palace. And a good deal more peaceful. In Lambeth Palace the Archbishop’s evenings (when he was in) were a succession of visitors and interruptions. Normally the Archbishop welcomed this, loving an audience and having a secret fear of being alone. This evening was different – all he wanted was to be alone in order to think through what had gone on, both in Staithes and in his life these past few days.

Prodding a fork into the succulent-smelling takeaway curry which he had sent a prebendary out for earlier, the Archbishop of Canterbury looked up to the ceiling and closed his eyes. In search of diversion from what he actually wanted it to think about, the Archbishop’s mind wandered to tomorrow morning’s event, a service welcoming the return of a relic of St Thomas Becket to the cathedral for the first time in 700 years. The relic, a fragment of the saint’s elbow, had its home in Hungary but had been sent on tour as a goodwill gesture by the Hungarian government.

‘I didn’t get into the job for this’ the Archbishop had moaned to one of his phalanx of advisers. ‘Opening act to a bone. What’s it on tour for anyway? Are they hoping to shift a lot of merch? Tell me there’s a tour t-shirt!’

Perhaps, reflected the Archbishop, he should have written a sermon. ‘It doesn’t matter if I do or not’, he thought bitterly, ‘the press office will hand me one anyway.

‘Perhaps I’ll try with the Jesus thing again. Didn’t go well last time but I’ll get the hang of it. Difficult stuff to talk about. Be a fuck of a lot easier if that Maria woman had been for real. Shame about that.’

This train of thought was interrupted by a buzz on the intercom. The Archbishop of Canterbury wearily got up from the settee, setting the curry gently on the rug, and picked up the telephone.

‘Visitor for your, Your Grace’ said the Security Guard.

‘Here?’ asked the Archbishop pointlessly. ‘But no one knows I’m in.’

‘This gentleman appears to, Your Grace.’

‘Is it someone I know?’

‘I couldn’t say, Your Grace. He says he wants to talk to someone about Jesus.’

‘God, really? Oh. Right. Er…send him up.’

The Archbishop pressed the intercom button and hanged up the handset. A feeling of purpose spread through him. THIS was what a proper Christian archbishop was supposed to do – welcome in weary foot-sore pilgrims and talk to them about Jesus and things.

‘Get IN!’ shouted the Archbishop, clapping his hands before returning to his place on the settee. He had barely had time to open one of the cans of beer which had arrived with the curry before there was a knock at the sitting room door.

‘Come in!’ called the Archbishop, marvelling once again at how the use of this phrase instantly made him feel more like a middle-aged headmaster than a teenager. The door opened and in stepped a man. He was possibly taller than average, with fastidiously neat hair and an open smile.

‘Your Grace!’ he greeted the Archbishop with a slightly East European tinge, striding across the room with his hand outstretched. Before the Archbishop had chance to rise from the settee, the man was next to him.

‘Don’t get up, Your Grace’ he said, shaking him by the hand.

‘Er…hi’ said the Archbishop, feeling slightly overwhelmed by this incursion. ‘I’m the Archbishop of Canterbury.’

‘Such an honour to meet you, Your Grace. I’m Phil. Phil Harrald. Thank you for making time to see me at such short notice.’

‘How did you know I was here?’

‘I was just passing and I saw the light on, and the car outside. Oh, Your Grace, I’ve been wandering the streets these past few hours, hoping for a sign, and then I passed by on the street just down there and saw your light and…wow!’

‘Wow’ repeated the Archbishop. ‘So, what can I do for you? D’you…want a beer? I’d offer you some curry but there’s only one fork and I don’t know where they keep things here. You can use a corner of the naan to scoop some of it up, if you like?’

Phil demurred, but helped himself to a can of beer. There was a brief silence.

‘So, you want to talk about Jesus?’ said the Archbishop. Phil looked surprised.

‘If…YOU want to, Your Grace.’

‘That’s what you’re here for, yeah? Spiritual…what’s the word? Sounds rude but isn’t. Suck…’

‘Succour?’ asked Phil.

‘That’s the one. So. Jesus. Fire away.’

‘Ah’ said Phil. ‘He’s not specifically why I’m here. Jesus, I mean.’

The Archbishop’s face fell.

‘I can’t believe how hard it is as the Archbishop of Canterbury to find someone to talk to about Jesus.’ He took a swig from his can. Phil followed suit.

‘Apologies, Your Grace. I didn’t mean to come in here under false pretences.’

‘S’alright’ said the Archbishop airily. ‘I was bored anyway – glad of the company. So, go on.’

Phil looked at the floor as he spoke.

‘It’s about the event tomorrow.’

‘The bone, relic thing?’

‘That’s right, Your Grace.’

‘What about it? I can tell you, it’s not much to look at. Looks like something you’d push to the side of your plate in the Harvester.’

‘So you’ve seen it? It’s here in the cathedral?’

‘Oh yeah – downstairs, on the altar.’

‘And you’re officiating at the ceremony tomorrow?’

‘That’s right. My name’s on the Cathedral.’ The Archbishop paused and furrowed his brow. ‘I s’pose, strictly speaking, the cathedral’s name’s on me, isn’t?’

‘So what I wanted, Your Grace, was…’

‘Then again, no’ said the Archbishop, ignoring him. ‘It’s not like ‘The Archbishop of Canterbury’’s my name, is it? It’s my, sort of, title thing. The cathedral’s title is on me, I should’ve said. Carry on.’

‘Thank you your grace. I come to you tonight because of a personal sadness in my life.’

‘Oh, man’ said the Archbishop sympathetically. ‘Tell me about it. Literally, I mean.’

‘It’s my sister. She’s only five. I’ll…let me start at the beginning. You’re probably thinking I’m pretty old to have a five year old sister. I was born just after my parents married, thirty years ago. My sister was born five years ago; sort of ‘Indian summer’ for my parents.’ He gave a small laugh. ‘They both died in a car crash when she was three months old.’

‘Shit!’ said the Archbishop. ‘Sorry. I mean…my deepest condolences. God rest them.’

‘Thank you’ said Phil. ‘So I’m all Chloe has in the world. And she’s all I have, as well.’

‘Hard times, man’ said the Archbishop. He opened another can for himself and offered one to Phil, who took and opened it.

‘So what can I do for the two of you?’ asked the Archbishop.

‘There’s more to the story, I’m afraid. Since the accident Chloe and me…we’ve managed ok, you know? Work have been very good and people have really rallied round with childcare and she just started school last year and well, I was worried about that but it’s gone really well – she loves it there. It was so nice to see her with the other children, finally able to…smile. But then…’

‘Go on’ prompted the Archbishop.

‘She started looking a bit under the weather a few months ago – not enjoying things as much either. God knows, she’s a brave little thing but it was like the… spark went out of her a bit, you know? So I got her to the doctor, obviously. Tests. Hundreds of bloody tests.’

‘And did they find anything?’ asked the Archbishop.

‘No. Nothing they can put their finger on, anyway. But she just gets sicker and sicker. She’s half the weight she was a couple of months ago. Hasn’t been to school in five and a half weeks now – just lies there all sort of listless. It’s all I can do to get her to eat a bit of breakfast most days.’

‘Bloody hell, man’ said the Archbishop of Canterbury. ‘I feel for you, I really do. I guess you’re sending her off to America for some new treatment, yeah? It’s always America, isn’t it? Fundraising, yeah? Well you’ve come to the right man. The right Archbishop, I mean. You know who’s got seventeen million followers on Twitter AND the seventh most popular Youtube channel in the country? Me, that’s who. I’m going to get every one of my followers to send in as much as they can, and before you know it, we’ll have little Chloe on that plane and on her way to Amer…’

‘I don’t want money’ said Phil.

‘You don’t want…oh’ said the Archbishop. ‘I’m good at that kind of thing. Just assumed that was what you…sorry, Phil. I’m sorry. I should have realised. God, I’m so THICK. You want me to pray for her, don’t you? Of course you do. I’ve got to get this into my head. That’s what people want. Prayer. Do you want to…say a prayer now?’

‘I don’t want you to pray for her’ said Phil. ‘I mean, I do, and I’d be very grateful if you would, but that’s not why I’m here.’

‘Then why ARE you here?’ asked the Archbishop of Canterbury. The strong lager, combined with immense tiredness, was taking its toll upon him and he felt he was starting to lose control of the conversation. ‘If it’s not money and it’s not prayer, then what DO you want?’

Phil leant forward in his chair, until his face was inches from the Archbishop.

‘The relic’ he said.

#Teenage Bishops

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obsydyan · 7 years

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Chapter 3: Real Talk

We have been on the road for about 5 or 6 hours now and my stomach’s growling like crazy. I swear I could eat a horse at this point.

The curtain to my bunk was slid open to reveal Alan smiling down at me.

“Geez Dakota, I could hear your stomach growling from all the way in the back. Someone’s hungry, huh?” he said with a little chuckle.

“You have no idea! When are we going to stop for food?”

“We should be stopping pretty soon or else nothing will be open, it’s getting pretty late.”

“Well, could you tell them to hurry up?” I said impatiently, “Because you don't want to see me when I’m deprived from food.”

Alan tilted his head back and started laughing. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, missy! I’ll go ask one of the guys and then let you know.”

“Thank you, Alan.” I said very pleased.

“Anything for you!” he said winking at me, and then he closed my curtain and walked away.

A few minutes later he pulled back my curtain again and said, “Get up! We’re stopped and getting food!”

“It’s about time! Where are we eating?” I said while putting on my white Converse.

“It’s a little Italian place called Talulah’s.”

“Oh yum, I love Italian food.”

“Me too, now get your ass moving!” Alan said yanking me up off the bed.

- - -

We were just seated into a corner booth when our waitress came over and greeted us.

“Hello, my name is Candi and I’ll be your server for tonight. Can I start you all with something to drink?”

God, she was pretty. But it was very apparent that her breasts were fake, they looked like balloons that were ready to pop. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

“Helloooo! Dakota, what are you getting to drink?” Austin said waving his hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention.

Boy, this was embarrassing. “Oh, sorry. I’ll just have a Dr. Pepper.” I said trying not to look up from the table cloth that had suddenly peaked my interest.

Luckily I was the last person because she quickly jotted down my order and left. That was a relief.

There was an awkward silence at the table for a second or two until Austin cleared his throat and began to speak, “So are you guys excited about this upcoming tour?”

“Hell yeah! It’s always great seeing all of our fans across the country and getting to meet them.” Phil chimed in.

“Yeah, we get to meet some pretty cool people and see some pretty cool places.” Aaron said.

“You guys are so lucky! You get travel everywhere and see some of the most beautiful scenery.” I said with envy.

“Well don’t worry, you will get to see some pretty awesome places while on tour with us.” Austin said while nudging me.

“And who knows if you do a good enough job as one of our merch girls, you could come along for the European leg of the tour.” Alan said smiling at me.

“No way! That would be amazing!” I said trying not to choke on my own saliva.

“It would, but we will have to see.” Austin said winking at me.

All I could do was smile like an idiot.

“So where are we heading to tomorrow?” I said since I had no idea what was going on.

“We are stopping in Sacramento tomorrow to do a show, and then traveling the rest of Southern California. From there we will start heading towards the east coast. We’ll make sure to give you a list of dates and places so you can stay updated.” Tino informed me.

Then Austin started talking, “Oh and by the way, we need you to report to the merch tent tomorrow by 8 a.m. so you can meet the others and learn the ropes.”

“Okay that sounds good to me. I’m just excited to be here with you guys.”

“Aw, and we are excited that you are here.” Austin said giving me a side hug.

“Who are your openers for this tour?” I said curiously while sipping on my Dr. Pepper.

“We have Bring Me The Horizon and Issues joining us for this tour.” Austin said just as all of our food was arriving.

“Oh shit, no way!” Bring Me and Issues were two of my favorite bands at the moment.

“I’m gonna need you to keep your cool Dakota!” Austin said while swirling his spagetti onto his fork and then continuing to put it in his mouth.

“What are you talking about? I am always super cool!” I said trying to bullshit my way past Austin’s comment.

Austin chuckled, “Uhm, no you aren’t,”

“Am too!” I said while crossing my arms.

“I’m sorry Dakota but I’m going to have to take Austin’s side on this one.” Alan chimed in. “Remember when you met Jeremy McKinnon? We all thought you were going to faint.”

“Yeah, but that was years ago. I have been working on keeping my cool.” I replied back to Alan while giving both Austin and him dagger eyes.

“Okay, if you say so!” Alan said while rolling his eyes.

“Anyways, you might be helping out Issues merch guy this tour since they only have him. You don’t mind right?” Austin asked me.

“Oh yeah, that’s no problem at all!” My eyes lit up.

By this point in our conversation everyone was finished eating and Tino asked for the check.

We paid for our food and then left the restraunt.

- - -

Before I knew it we were back at the bus ready to go on the road again and ready for bed. Dinner was really good and I was stuffed beyond belief. I was all settled in my bunk, listening to music while scrolling down my Tumblr feed.

My curtain was pulled back and, surprise, surprise, Alan was standing there shirtless.

“May I?” Alan asked gesturing to my bed.

“Sure, hop on in.” I said pausing my music and closing my laptop, putting it to the side and scooting over to make room for the ginger.

Alan climbed into my bunk bed and closed my curtain behind him.

“So you said we could talk about the whole Josh thing later, and it is later.”

“Oh yeah, well, where do you wanna start?” I asked trying to put off talking about it as long as possible.

As much as I hated Josh because of what he did, I also still had feelings for him. It’s definitely not easy getting over someone you’ve been dating for 2 years. So it really hurt to talk about him, because every time I did, I ended up crying or in a really bad place.

“Well, tell me what happened. Why did you two break up?” Alan asked with curiosity written all over him.

“I broke up with him because I walked in on him having sex with someone else and it wasn’t just a one time ordeal. He had done this a few times before and I was stupid enough to keep on forgiving him because I hoped that he would change because “he loved me.” I said, and by this point I was crying, “I can’t believe that I actually thought that he loved me.”

Alan just looked at me with eyes full of sadness and anger. That’s when he shot his head up and said, “I swear to God, if he ever comes near you again I will bash in his skull!” His voice was almost to a low growl, I had never seen him get this mad before.

“Alan, please calm down. I appreciate the fact that you care, but you won’t be able to do much if you’re behind bars.”

“I suppose you’re right.” he said smirking at me, “Now come here.”

He engulfed in a nice warm hug. I took in a deep breath, taking in his cologne and the way his body felt pressed up against mine. He was rubbing circles into my back with his thumb.

Alan always knew how to make me feel better, rather it was with words or just by sitting there in silence.

For what felt like hours, we just laid in my bed talking. We talked about the little things and we had some deep conversations as well.

But all I knew was that during that moment I actually felt happy and at ease with everything.

#omamff

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soundsofthestreet-blog1 · 7 years

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Interview.

Si Foulkes from the Crash Landings.

The Crash Landings are a street punk band from Bournemouth, UK, who released their excellent debut album ‘All Guts No Glory’ last year which is still on heavy rotation here at Sounds Of The Street. We caught up with frontman Si Foulkes to tell us a bit more about the band and what’s coming up in the future.

Sounds Of The Street. Hi Si, thanks for agreeing to speak to us can you start by introducing the band and how you got together?

Si Foulkes. Hi mate it’s my pleasure, and thanks for supporting us. The Crash Landings are Neil Frewer playing drums, Ant Woodhams on lead guitar and Seb Brown on the four stringer. I sing lead and play second guitar….I use the word ‘sing’ in the loosest possible sense though…it’s more shouting in key! Ant & Seb also sing backup’s and lead vocal on the odd song to give me a breather during the sets. The origins of the band can be traced back to a demo I did one night after work back in 2013. I’d had a bad day, got home and picked up my guitar and this song just fell out. I got it down on my 4 track but when it came to lyrics I had nothing so literally just sang the news headlines from that day’s paper – the song is ‘And Finally’ in case you’re wondering…it’s on the first album. Anyway I threw a scratch vocal at it, and listening back I knew it had something so I sent it to a few people whose opinions I valued. One of them was Martin Kitcher, who’s no longer with us sadly, but he liked it so much he put it out the next day on his digital label. I protested but he did it anyway; I didn’t want it to come out under my name so I invented a fictional band and The Crash Landings became a thing. Shortly afterwards a punk zine in the US picked it up and people began buying this demo, then I got an offer to do a show. Not being one to shirk a challenge I put a line-up together, we managed to get 20 minutes together and did the show. I think that all happened within 6 weeks – from doing that demo to playing that gig, and we’ve been at it ever since!

SOTS. Some people have described you as Rancid meets UK Subs, Do you agree with this? What other influences do the band have?

SF. Yeah, the Rancid thing….that gets thrown around a lot but I can’t help being left handed or liking the way Gretsch guitars sound. The fact I’ve got a Tim Armstrong signature is purely coincidental…it’s an amazing instrument that came up at the right price a few years ago, would never have been able to afford it otherwise. They’re definitely an influence, I’m not denying that, but I think any punk band operating right now would say the same about them. I’m not sure where the Subs thing came from, obviously we’re fans and have played with them, but I guess it’s probably because we really focus on writing hooks. I’m a big fan of melody, and our sound has been described as ‘tuneful’ a number of times which I’m always pleased to hear. So to answer your question I guess I’d agree – I don’t think being compared to either of those bands is a bad thing! In terms of other influences I love psychobilly & rockabilly, reggae and ska, some metal and the odd bit of psychedelia.

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SOTS. Your debut album which was released last year has got some cracking slabs of street punk, which was self released. You must be proud of this?

SF. That’s kind of you to say so, and yeah massively although I can’t be objective about it.. Apart from having an engineer in the studio we did everything ourselves from the artwork, to mixing, to pressing to distribution. It was a huge project to undertake when you’re busy with jobs, families and gigging, but we believed in it and wanted to learn how every part of the process worked. We made so many mistakes, but learnt so much….one of our aims is to be as self-sufficient as possible, and going through that album cycle has really stood us in good stead. It was also completely self-funded; every penny spent on the project came from within the band and I’m proud of that. None of this pledge nonsense. I’ve said it before, but I see a lot of small or local bands asking people to cough up so they can go in a studio. Lame as fuck. Here’s some free advice; in the real world no one gives a shit about your band so either get a job or try and sell some merch at your gigs if you’re serious about studio time.

SOTS. Have you started working on the follow up? If so what can we expect from this?

SF. We have; plans are coming together for the second album. You can expect a streetpunk album with plenty of attitude, big songs, ripping guitars, loads of hooks and a degree of experimentation….we’ve added a couple of different styles to our repertoire so there’s much more we can do as a band now than last time out. Half the material is already written with some songs appearing in the live set. We’ve learned a lot from gigging with bands at the top of their game, and subsequently got much better at crafting our own songs. It’s inevitable that if you spend long enough doing something then eventually you’ll get better at it. This time we’re really looking at arrangements and structure. I think we understand the process better; we’ve set the bar quite high and plenty of songs haven’t made it because we felt we could do better. That’s in total contrast to the first album where we just recorded all the material we had!

SOTS. Have you had any interest from any labels?

SF. Yeah, we’re talking to a couple at the moment, I won’t mention any names at this stage but it’s an encouraging start. If any punk labels are reading this feel free to get in touch, we might have something you’re gonna like.

SOTS. The UK street punk scene is thriving at the minute, what are your thoughts on this?

SF. I’m not surprised at all because the music and attitude reflect how the average working person probably feels in Great Britain right now. Street punk, Oi, call it what you want is visceral and honest and people connect with it. I don’t think it’s ever gone away…just look at how many of the original bands are still out there doing it and what they mean to people. The new generation of bands coming up have really set it off though, and it feels like the time is right for the boots to go flying in again, to paraphrase Colin Riot.

SOTS. You’ve played shows with some of the best British around such as Booze & Glory and Arch Rivals, what was it like to share a stage with these acts?

SF. Fucking mental. Getting to know them, and seeing how they operate has really influenced how we go about things. Shut your mouth and watch, you might learn something. We’ve worked hard to get the point where we can live with that kind of company, so getting onto their stages feels like a validation of sorts.

SOTS. You’ve got some dates coming up with Dirt Box Disco, Street Dogs and Resistance 77, for anyone coming along to those shows that haven’t seen you before what can they expect from a Crash Landings live show?

SF. We’re always adding dates and 2018 is already coming together; as I write we’ve just added a date in Manchester at The Star & Garter with Heavy Drapes which I’m really excited about. European shows are also a real possibility for us next year. At our show’s we always give it the beans; you’re gonna get plenty of energy, lots of attitude and banter and a few shapes get thrown. We also like to get the audience involved which always makes for a good set.

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SOTS. Thanks for your time and we wish you all the best for your upcoming dates.

SF. Cheers mate and keep up the good work with SOTS!

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