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misshoneyimhome · 1 month

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Say My Name, Say My Name I Quinn Hughes 🖋️🌺

Requested? Yes / No

Summary; Based on the Tik Tok trend, calling your boyfriend “husband”

Tropes & warnings; established relationship; Tik Tok trend; fluff, marriage proposal; no warnings;

Other notes: For the second story of this TikTok trend, I've challenged myself with writing for Quinn Hughes for the first time 😊 To be honest, I didn't know much about him to fully capture his character, however, this is pretty much how sweet I imagine this boy to be 🤭🤍 Since I had a few different ideas of how to approach the request, this turned out to be nothing but pure fluff 🌺🥂

I hope you enjoy it 🌷🐰

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As the sun dipped low, casting a gentle glow over the bustling streets of Vancouver, you strolled alongside your boyfriend, Quinn Hughes. The city buzzed with its usual activity, providing a comforting backdrop to your conversation on this typical Thursday evening. And with the promise of a hockey-free weekend on the horizon, a mischievous idea had crept into your mind – sparked by a popular TikTok challenge that had been gaining traction online.

In recent weeks, you'd seen numerous videos of people teasingly calling their boyfriends "husbands," while recording their partners' bewildered reactions for entertainment. And intrigued by the trend, you couldn't resist the urge to try it out with Quinn.

After nearly three years of shared laughter and cherished moments in your relationship, you were confident that Quinn would find the prank amusing, perhaps even earning a reaction with a hint of panic. So, with a playful glint in your eye, you had naturally shared your plan with your closest friend, enlisting her help in pulling off the light-hearted prank.

As you’d proposed the idea, your friend, always up for TikTok trends, had eagerly agreed to assist. You’d decided on arranging a double date, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, planning for you to execute the prank while she would discreetly film Quinn's reaction.

So, as you sat in a cosy, almost half-empty restaurant later that Thursday evening, the weight of your impending prank began to settle in. Excitement and nerves mingled in your chest, your fingers tapping restlessly on the tabletop as you waited for the perfect moment to put your plan into action.

And finally, the moment arrived, hanging in the air with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. As the waiter approached to take your orders, a surge of anxious energy coursed through you, your heart racing. Yet, with practiced ease, you smoothly transitioned into the pivotal moment. "And for my husband," you said, injecting a playful tone into your voice, "he'll have a glass of ice water and the pasta Bolognese."

The words hung in the air, a silent challenge to fate, while your best friend discreetly positioned her phone, ready to capture Quinn's genuine reaction.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment as Quinn's gaze shifted towards you, his expression a fleeting mix of surprise and curiosity. "Your what?" he murmured, his voice barely audible, yet you persisted, ignoring the amusement threatening your facade of confidence.

In that suspended moment, Quinn's initial reaction was genuine astonishment, his eyes widening in disbelief before a soft chuckle broke the tension like a gentle wave against the shore.

And as the waiter then walked away following taking all orders, he left behind echoes of laughter. Quinn then leaned closer towards you; his tone laced with mock seriousness. "Husband, huh?" he mused, a playful smirk on his lips. "Guess I'll need to update my resume."

It hadn’t entirely been the shocked reaction you’d hoped for, yet you still found the situation undeniably amusing. Confessing the inspiration behind your jest, laughter filled the air. And as the night wore on, your little act slowly faded in the background.

However, unbeknownst to you, the innocent prank had sparked an idea in Quinn's mind.

Although he hadn’t exactly expected to consider such a significant step already at the age of 24, the notion lingered, intriguing and compelling. As the eldest among his brothers and in his most serious relationship yet, Quinn had pondered the concept for some time. He’d even briefly sought advice from his closest teammates on how to broach the subject, as he’d realised life was too short to wait for the perfect moment.

So, as he sat beside you, enveloped in shared laughter, he felt a newfound determination. With quiet resolve and a heart full of affection, he began laying the groundwork for a significant occasion, one that would hopefully change your relationship for the better.

A little over a week later, with the memory of your playful prank still fresh in his mind, Quinn found himself beyond excited and content about the idea. With determination coursing through him and a ring burning a silent promise in his pocket, he’d devised a plan.

His aim was to catch you off guard, to make the moment as unexpected as possible. And having noticed how you had emphasised the prank was nothing but a joke, he guessed your mind hadn’t dwelled on such matters. Which made it the perfect opportunity.

So, returning to the very same restaurant Saturday evening where the idea had originated, Quinn carefully arranged the setting for the action. Despite the absence of a best friend discreetly recording the scene, the familiar ambiance of the restaurant's softly lit interior and the intimate corner table added a serene touch to the occasion. So with a steady hand and a heart brimming with love, Quinn recreated the scene.

As the waiter approached to take your orders, he took a deep breath, and with a voice filled with emotion, he echoed your words from days prior, "And for my wife, she'll have a glass of Champagne along with some water and the cheese, spinach ravioli, please."

Your eyes widened a little in slight disbelief as the words lingered in the air, blending with the gentle buzz of conversation around you, and a chuckle escaped your lips of amusement at Quinn's unexpected play. You simply couldn’t help but laugh at the joke and how he replicated your playful tease from the other night with such precision.

“Wife, huh?” You chuckled lightly. “Guess I deserved that one - though I do enjoy the sound of it.”

However, this time, it wasn't a prank. As the waiter departed, leaving behind a soft smile, your eyes met with Quinn’s, flashing him an entertained smile. Yet there was a seriousness in your boyfriend’s expression, a rare sight outside of the intensity of a hockey match, and a curious furrow creased your brow as you couldn’t decipher his thoughts. But before you could ask him what was on his mind, Quinn gently rose from his seat, moving with deliberate grace to stand next to you.

“I’m glad you say that ‘cause…”

You shifted in your seat to face him, the air crackled with anticipation as he then slowly dropped to one knee, the world around you fading into insignificance, leaving only the man you loved, poised before you with a vulnerability that stole your breath away.

Your heart pounded in your chest as Quinn gently took out the little velvet box from his pocket, his brown eyes shining with an intensity that mirrored his deep emotions.

“Y/n," he softly began. "I know you said it as a joke the other night, but... truth be told, it stuck with me. And I realised that… I do want to be your called husband. You mean everything to me. Without you, I'd be lost – even though I don't tell you enough, you make my every day brighter. I can't even begin to thank you enough for your endless support, for putting up with me and my career every single day. You never ask for anything, and yet you give so much love. I love you so so much, and I just can't imagine a future without you in it..."

With every heartfelt confession, your breath hitched in your throat, your mind swirling with the weight of his sentiments. Emotions surged within you, threatening to overflow as Quinn exposed his soul, sharing his fears and dreams for your future together.

And then came the question, hanging in the air like a fragile promise—a question that held the power to shape your lives forever.

"Y/n, will you marry me?"

It felt surreal, like a dream woven from the threads of your deepest desires and fondest hopes. Quinn on his knee before you, his vulnerability a testament to the depth of his love. And in that moment, tears glistening in your eyes, and a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, there was only one right answer.

Though struggling to find the words, you willed your lips to move and your throat to vocalise the response.

"Yes... Quinn, of course," you replied with excitement, the sound of soft applauses rippling through the restaurant. And with a deep relieved sigh, and a satisfied smile illuminating his face, Quinn rose from his kneeling position, meeting you in a deep, heartfelt kiss.

Sealing the engagement your lips met with nothing but devotion, the world around you slowly dissolving, before breaking apart. Quinn's excitement was nothing short of palpable, his smile radiant as he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger, and he couldn’t deny that this felt better than any hockey match win. Perhaps besides winning the Stanley Cup.

It was truly a beautiful ring. The diamond's shimmer mirrored the twinkle in his eyes as you admired the ring's delicate intricacies. And with a content smile, you shared another quick kiss before Quinn returned to his seat, and the waiter poured champagne to mark the occasion.

Raising your glasses in a toast, you again sealed the engagement with a clink, the bubbles dancing against your lips like promises of a future filled with love and joy. This moment was everything you had ever dreamed of. Though it had begun with a playful joke, it perfectly captured the essence of your relationship—full of laughter, love, and shared moments of joy.

And with your hands gently intertwined on the table, both admiring the new addition to your finger, you couldn't help but chuckle. "Looks like I really do need to update my resume," you playfully remarked, echoing Quinn's words from the other night.

And in response, your fiancé merely chuckled, his eyes brimming with adoration as he kissed your hand and held your gaze with unwavering affection. "Yes, I suppose you’ll have to," he smiled, his voice filled with promise and a love that knew no bounds.

#quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #vancouver canucks imagine #nhl imagine

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from-winded-to-wellness · 2 years

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13 June 2022

So...last month, a couple of my friends and I created our own 90 Day “Glow Up” challenge. We created goals that we wanted to accomplish together (e.g., trying a new recipe each week, working out 4-5 times a week, etc.). Additionally, we each created individual goals that we want to work towards during this time frame. Unlike some of the challenges I have seen gain popularity on social media (e.g., tik tok, insta, etc.) a component we added was that if you “mess up” or are inconsistent one day, you just try again the next day. There is no restarting or punishing ourselves. Instead, we will check in with ourselves, reflect on what’s working and what hasn’t been working, and then keep trying. We, officially, started our challenge on May 30, 2022 and will complete it on August 31, 2022.

I have decided to start making accountability posts pertaining to my individual goals on this blog. My friends and I have been keeping up with each other on a shared google doc that we used to outline all the “rules” of our challenge. However, there have been days where I have not been as consistent as I want to be. I feel that making additional posts here will help me to stay on track.

I also want to emphasize that with this challenge, the focus is not just on physical health. Additionally, instead of being stuck on losing weight, my personal aim is to build up my strength and increase my endurance. I also want to focus on my mental and spiritual health. Basically, my main goal is to really work on loving and being kinder to myself and my body. I’m using this summer to focus on myself and improve myself for, you guessed it, myself.

My next post will be my first accountability post for this week. Stay tuned :)

#fitness challenge #health #health journey #mental health #self love #personal post #personal fitblr #fitness #accountability #accountability post #June 2022 #from-winded-to-wellness

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angel-of-death-2015 · 4 years

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The one thing I'm still accepting is not being conventionally attractive like my older cousins. You could take one look at them and you'd think they're some models on their off days or good-tier fashion bloggers. Whereas with me, I'm just the weirdly-built lonely fifteen-year old looking cousin with nothing but poorly placed stretch marks and acne. Like even if my cousins have acne, they're still beautiful with it. I know, I know: "But you're still pretty!", "You don't need to compare yourself to them!", "You really are beautiful!". No the fuck I'm not. I only get that shit out of pity from my mother and the rest of my family. And even if I am "pretty" to some of ya'll, I've never felt it. Even when I was all dolled up in my prom dress.

#angel's ted talk #ignore me #but it's how i feel #and it doesn't help that all of these glow up and cosplay appearance challenges on tik toks are full of conventionally attractive people #hell even my brother was told that he could be a rookie model if he actually starts up a portfolio

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xonners · 4 years

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Instagram is a lie. Watch me do the #DontRushChallenge.

#igtv #don't rush #don't rush challenge #tik tok challenge #glow up #catfish #thursday thots #instagram is a lie

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ivesambrose · 3 years

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Pick a gif which tugs at your heart and/or evokes a long lost memory or a dream. 💙

To book a personal reading with me DM or email me at [email protected] 💫

You've prayed for them, manifested them into your life. You've asked and received.

They've broken tradition in some way. Either in their family, social group/community or they will be the one who breaks your usual type.

A very good listener. Has a penetrative gaze, their facial expressions are actually very emotive. You'd actually find it fascinating.

Anytime they're stressed they'll go and take a walk or be out in nature. They gather inspiration from there as well. They value they quiet time but they also work well with others. They know several people likely but trust very few. Probably have this same set of close friends for the past several years. They don't really open up easily but their aura is comforting. Pretty non judgemental and grounded.

A leader / has latent leadership qualities in a group setting. (can have a strong Aries or Mars influence in them)

Might be into puzzles, board games, putting things together.

Experimental and changes their look often. But they pull it off brilliantly.

Looks really good in red and / or white.

Strong morals, strong sense of right and wrong. They could be going through something but it's not easily visible on their face. Could have an air rising (gemini, libra or aquarius) or can keep a poker face.

Very attractive. Since they do change their appearance often they have definitely bleached their hair at one point. Fair skin with a sun-kissed glow / tan to them. Broad - strong shoulders, narrow waist, strong legs. Might have played sports or is good at sports. This is someone who learns things relatively quick given how attentive they are.

I'm tempted to say they have daddy vibes. Yes even if they identify as female. They have the BDE.

Ambivert but leaning a little more towards the introvert side. However in social settings they do handle things well given their confidence regardless of how shy they can be. However once you get to know them they'd be very quirky and funny around you. The kind to randomly do a weird tik tok challenge but for you/close friends/cuz they felt like it and not the camera

Cinematography, cinema, editing, photography.

Well travelled, street smart and knowledgeable.

They love hoarding knowledge, you'd be surprised.

You'll meet them when you leave a place/location or situation that's been causing you stress and giving you more anxiety and repression than peace and progress. Highly likely during travel or once you've relocated to some place.

Sensual. So damn sensual and captivating. They look unreal sometimes honestly it's intimidating.

Something about their voice is downright so enchanting and sexy. You can't help but feel attracted to them, it's almost annoying how drawn you feel. (possible lilith rising, could have scorpio and taurus or capricorn placements) I mean I wouldn't be surprised if they sing, have an asmr channel, are a speaker, spokesperson or representative etc

Very dreamy, rather spiritual as well. They definitely have faith in something that they feel is above them. They seem a little prone to really vivid dreams as well as nightmares. Might even be a bit clairvoyant or Clairsentient.

Secure in their business and career might own a business actually. Thing is there is a lot of goals they want to accomplish. But they're not the kind to stall it, they actively go for it. They don't care, they'll achieve it. Especially if you tell them that they can't, then they definitely will. However their ambitions aren't the shallow kind, they really do want to leave a mark or simply express themselves for how they are on the inside.

Either they look like a complete softie, care bear, mom friend or they look like a siren or what Christian Grey thought he was or they have the aura Eric Draven had in The Crow or Maleficent carries. There's no in between. They switching positions like that Ariana song.

They have the most kissable lips.

Highly likely have tattoos because they love the sensation of getting inked.

Tall, lean, Dark hair, dark eyes, beauty spots, really nice hands. Look really good in every shade of blue and green, black (definitely black) and even certain floral or geometric prints. They may also like wearing accessories a lot.

For some reason I saw a crown.

Emotional and intense, they need a creative outlet of expression or they shut down. Like, I kid you not they need to at least once completely lose themselves in something then come home and pass out on the sofa.

Expect a lot of thoughtful random gifts and display of affections from them. They're a bit possesive, I almost feel they can be a little bratty but oh when they look at you, they have eyes only for you. Talking to them is finding a best friend from a life you have no knowledge of but yet it feels right.

Sincere

Trust

Romantic

Passionate

Beach baby / loves the water. Doesn't really like the cold as much.

They may have a pet? They seem to be very good with animals.

You'd meet them when you feel really good about yourself, you'd be really feeling yourself or would have achieved something. Making travel plans or setting your next goals it might even be night. It'll feel perfect actually, right it happened at the right time. You'd be getting signs though but I feel you'd be preparing yourself for other exciting stuff to take proper note of them and boom it happens.

An explorer, a seeker, a student who wants to keep learning, keep being a ray of sunshine in everyone's life.

They seek their soul family/found family or would really want a family of their own someday. Very good with kids likely or at most, very patient with different types of people.

Honestly if they were a Pokémon they'd be bulbasaur.

Regardless of their age they're very youthful, the inner child is intact.

They might dress very vintage or old school. Very laid back actually. Also something about walking barefeet on wooden floors came up. They look they belong in a old photograph / polaroid almost. I'm not getting much on their looks besides they look like they belong in a painting or old polaroid. They feel like home, they feel like laying in a field and relishing the golden hour, they feel the the type whose hand you'd hold and run off with. Red and browns are definitely their color, they pull of the muted tones really well. (almost thought of Taylor Swift's Willow music video)

Might have a strong aquarius and capricorn influence in their chart as well.

Their upbringing may not have been in the best conditions but they've worked very hard or are working very hard to improve their quality of life or give back to their family in some way. In some way they've turned their life around. They did a full 180. Crazy.

Deep voice. Warm whispers.

Honey in tea.

Carnations, lilies and red grapes.

They'd like to celebrate the little victories in their life with you. They get happy over the simple things so much, I can just feel my heart melt because of this person and their smile. They're so affectionate and kind and it's making me tear up almost. Wow.

Also they smell really nice. Flowery notes maybe?

They love touching foreheads.

Might play an instrument or paint.

Honestly, I kid you not. They feel straight out of a fantasy book. The closest characters I can think of is Westley from Princess Bride, Aurora from Maleficent and Belle from Beauty and the beast.

You'll likely meet them when you've shut out something toxic in your life. You may not even be looking for love, this might be after a break up even, you may even be escaping a situation or be away from a gathering and be around New people / faces you aren't as familiar with when this happens. Your anxiety will ease around this person. You might even had a passing thought or dream of this scenario before it happens but you'll brush off the thought thinking that isn't possible or something, then you'll be in for a surprise regardless.

#free readings #tarot community #divination community #Pick a card #Pick a gif #pick a picture

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agentmonet1 · 2 years

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@yeehawwrites

Timeline: End of February, 2022

Location: Chateau Devereux in Burgundy, France

After the spectacle that was the prolonged, training session in Cairo - things come to an inevitable peace. That is the wonder of gossip and scandal. All it takes is time, distance, and the next mission to dissuade even the most persistent of agents. Of course, there are some that press on Jack even longer. Her brother, Nicky, and the adamant but otherwise wordless stare of Sebastian, for example. Those that know her well (as well as anyone can known Jack), know better. They know of her professionalism, her seriousness, and her discretion. If she is to put it all to reckless abandon, then West Thompson must be someone special indeed. Like with all things, she keeps to herself. Even as her brother, or friends, needle and prod. Jack has never been outlandish with her emotions, and she doubts that is going to change just because she is happy.

The same cannot be said for Sebastian, who spends the duration of their time in Cairo staring at the back of her skull. He’s lost somewhere between petulant possessiveness, and something Jack can recognize as heartbreak. It gnaws at her, an inevitable sense of frustration and guilt. But she allows it to roll off her shoulders, best she can. Why should she dilute her glow, just so Sebastian can shine? Happiness has always been an illusive thing for Jack. Until West comes to her, an unexpected jolt of life that teases out an ease and satisfaction. The sort that Jack could only imagine, but could never feel in her arms or warm against her lips.

The separation of their crews inevitably comes. A long slew of missions await, and Jack feels fortunate to land ‘Mission Athena.’ An undercover mission with Agent Prometheus, to the University of Athens. Not all missions are necessarily volatile in nature, and this requires the pair of Apollo’s to blend in plain sight as young, visiting professors. Her expertise in Fine Arts put to good use, as she convinces the master’s students of her credibility - and leverages the University’s databases to learn more about the artifacts, linked to the attack in Peru. It certainly makes the first two months of their companionship (unsure still what she is to call it). There’s a bounty of free time. Enough to hop a Pantheon jet, for weekend visits. She even enlists West’s help in developing her fake, Instagram profile. After all, Renata Wilkins is a hip (if not eccentric) artist that should love social media. Of course, West extends his social media prowess - for the low, low price of Jack partaking in a Tik Tok challenge “for authenticity.”

She knows she’s fallen hard, when she manages to get through a Tik Tok dance with only minor complaints.

But then, it arrives. In pensive calligraphy and bold letters - Antoine Devereux’s sixtieth birthday party. Along with it, a handwritten note from her grandmother in French. A copious amount of guilt, reprimand, and harsh reminder. All packed into a single piece of stationary. Despite Jill’s even worse relationship with their father, he decides to go. “Bury the hatchet” and “claim part of his inheritance.” A move that has Jack, whose only ever admired her brother’s equally crafty mind, smirking and agreeing. She’ll do it for him, Jack decides, although regret comes instantly when Jill lets her “new lover” slip to their grandmother.

Several smacks on Jill’s head and a number of calls to West later, and she is picking him up from the private jet tarmac in Burgundy, France. Her mother vintage BMW in tow, and a set of nerves that are as uncharacteristic for Jack as the stuffy collared shirt.

“When you first meet him, it’s your grace. Every time after that, it’s sir. Never your lord, my lord, or whatever else they claim on Bridgerton. No bowing, either. But you always stand when he walks into any room, and sit only after he offers you a seat. The same for my mother - but if I know her, she won’t be seating as much as she’ll be deep into the Burgundy’s and critiquing Jill’s new beard.” Jack says nervously, right hand clasped around the steering wheel as they venture through the picturesque French roads. Her other hand, finding West’s, and unknowingly squeezing it as the tension rolls over her shoulders.

She had arrived just a day prior, and already she feels herself spinning out of control. The ‘perfect’ Agent Monet, with all of her cool nature? It devolves in her family’s company. It’s like she’s sixteen-years-old, clamoring for approval and raising her voice at the slightest of passive insults.

“He’ll want to go hunting with you tomorrow morning. He and his dreary, old friend. And Jill, obviously. Then, you’ll drive back down to the Chateau for lunch. The women,” she says with an air of derision, even as her words move a mile a minute. “Would just be returning from shopping and antiquity hunting. But, let’s put that aside for now.” She starts drifting on her lane, earning a righteous honk from the car on the opposite land. “Putain!” Jack curses, leaning into the horn of her steering wheel. “Did you see that?” She asks West, indignant and aggravated.

“Anyways. Tonight, it’s straight to cocktails and dinner. It will just be us, Jill, and my grandmother. Black tie for dinner, which is about five courses. And then cognac at the study after.” Amidst the rush of words and the pounding anxiety, she manages to glance at West for a moment of appreciation. “I’m sorry about this. Thank you for doing it, anyways.”

#jack and west: 07

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1ddotdhq · 3 years

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◟̽◞̽ Mon 23 Nov ‘20🍉

Happy Monday, everyone! Harry won the (fan voted) Favorite Pop/Rock Album at the AMAs last night - AMAzing! He was not there to pick up the award (presumably because he’s filming DWD), but don’t worry, fans made sure to celebrate him anyways: PROUD OF HARRY was trending worldwide when his win was announced. HSHQ tweeted their obligatory bullet point acknowledgement that, uh, it had happened, and then went back to doing whatever it is they do when Harry is off being an actor (though presumably, they’re getting ready for tomorrow’s Grammy Nomination announcements, best of luck!). Vogue also called Harry “the most influential man in fashion in 2020”, and while I agree, the fact that they didn’t name the article ‘Harry’s got Style(s)’ is CRIMINAL! Talk about a missed opportunity!

Louis(‘s team) is active today: they have changed the Spotify background for all of the songs on Walls! It’s now a glitching black xx smiley face with golden lights glowing in the background - a lot like what the stage of Walls on tour looked like! I’ve seen some interesting takes today, ranging from ‘what message is it this time’ to ‘does it symbolize the end of the Walls era’. Maybe, but what it DEFINITELY is, is an indication that there is movement behind the scenes for Louis’ plans - I have MISSED him so this is!!! Exciting! Niall didn't have much to say about the AMAs either, but he wasn't mad at not being asked to play-- he says “gotta have a current song. I don't have anything out to perform.” He was much more excited about what looks to be his golf management company's foray into general sports marketing (“proud of my team at Modest Sport”) and new partnership with another group (Kinetica). Liam has a Naughty List Tik Tok challenge out- and he wants you to tag him and Dixie if you partake. Dixie meanwhile is embroiled in tik tok drama but thank goodness we have no reason to report on that, Liam please stay out of it and keep it that way! And, in a beautiful way to end the day, Martyre posted another picture of Zayn!! It’s a close up of his hands in an Instagram story: he’s wearing two rings on his left hand, both Martyre brand. His hand tattoos are fully on display and, right there in the background, you can see his jawline, his chin, and his left ear (he’s wearing an earring!). Look, if you think I’m creepy for staring at this picture for way too long you have to understand how starved for Zayn content we are - especially after he teased us with those beautiful cover sessions!

And speaking of missed opportunities, the model from the WS video who had the chance to befriend Harry and blew it in every possible way (the one who previously released a screenshot of her DM asking Harry who Golden was about) is back and more embarrassing than ever! She posted a screen recording of all the convos she’s ever had with Harry (there aren’t many, and they’re definitely almost all one sided) because she was “tired of fans saying she was lying” re: the Golden DMs. She just keeps messaging him month after month as he repeatedly replies politely yet briefly, finally displaying a flicker of interest when she out of the blue invites him to a threesome with her and her boyfriend. Harry liked the message, and she said, “is that a yes?” “It’s not no”, he says, and then “boyfriend?” (HAHAHA) but the subject gets dropped (though not before she awkwardly announces that the boyfriend looks like Harry, just what H is looking for I'm sure). Fans, of course, are heavily debating whether or not this is real: is it possible she faked it, even though it's a screen record video, yes, that's very much something you can do, and you can unsend instagram messages (but the mind boggles at the idea that she might have deleted stuff but left in the things she did, which are cringey as hell and include her ex's name and phone number- if the suggestion is that HARRY deleted incriminating follow ups but left what he did, well that just doesn't make sense). If you look at the whole thing it seems pretty real to me, but in no way like Harry had the slightest actual interest in having a threesome with her, or a twosome, or going swimming with her, or in fact anything at all but discouraging her without actually ghosting her (as evidenced by the multiple times he left her on read, including when she told him she’d broken up with her boyfriend – OUCH!) with a brief detour to have some fun with the whole awkward threesome proposal. Popular theories about the whole thing include: this is the beginning of a stunt gf (definitely not but LMAO CAN YOU IMAGINE that would be the worst story EVER), this is a clever segue into seeding bisexual Harry in the service of an eventual come out (which involves accepting this whole uncomfortable mess as a set up like-- really? You think this is what they'd want that to look like?), or this is to make Harry look straight after the Vogue thing (yall have a WEIRD idea of what looks straight but now that you mention it this would be HSHQ...) Fans didn’t really love the fact that she posted a conversation between herself and H, and yeah, it’s a betrayal of trust to be publicly posting private convos- one that Harry surely expects by now given how often it happens but that doesn't mean it isn't shitty if this is real (and if it isn't why on earth would she not go all the way and fake that he had a threesome with her rather than blowing her off?). Overall I stand by what we said about her the other day, GIRL WYD??

#harry styles #louis tomlinson #niall horan #liam payne #zayn malik #guys i have to tell you that i love louis very much a lot #this isn't news i just had to say it #and as for the rest of it #well....is this really a hot take?#i think this is real i think he turned her down #as we all read #and i read the whole thing :(#ughhh wyd indeed #anyways!#song of the day!#everybody talks by the neon trees

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shiorilizzy · 3 years

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When you are their wife and ask them “What 3 things would you take if we divorce?”

I was inspired by the divorce challenge in Tik Tok. I’m glad I could finish this...

PLEASE ENJOY IT <3 <3

Black Army Version

Ray:

He surprised “What?? We are not gonna divorce! Why would you ask??”

“I’m curious. Just answer itt.”

”The answer is no. We are not going to divorce.”

“Oh come onnnn. I said “If”, just “if” “

After a few minutes, he sighed “Well, I guess I will take my cat.”

“Just Belle?” You dissapointed a little bit.

“Oh and Belle too. And kids, if we have.”

“You said cat already, one more thing.” You started to sulked.

“I said three things already.”

“You have just said Belle and our kids!”

“You are misundestanding, I said my cat, Belle and our kids.”

“Belle and your cat count as one!”

“I mean Belle and my other cat.”

“Who is your other cat? One of the stray cat in the alley?”

He came close to you, his hand lifted your chin, eyes narrowed

“No. “My cat” is someone who naughty enough to has a thought that we’re gonna divorce.”

“Wha--” you flustered

Ray super enjoyed your react “I need to train that cat properly in order to make sure that she won’t have that shitty thought again.”

He lower his body, wrapped you into his arms and whispered

“Meet me in my room at 2000 (08:00 PM). And don’t think about run away.”

Sirius:

He calmly put down his documents “Little lady, why would you think that?”

“It’s not like that, I’m curious. You just need to answer.”

“Did I... do something wrong?”

His voice sounded normal. But you were making him freaking sweat. His brain tried to recall any words or actions that made you sad.

“It’s because I...forced you to wake up early? I will let--”

“Nooooooo! I said “If”!! You did nothing wrong!!” You rushed to him, your arms wrapped around his neck and your face burried into his hair.

“It’s not like I will divorce you or something. I am so happy with you. I just got curious, women in town was talking about their husband react when they asked...”

“Oh...I see.”

HE STOPPED PANIC IN HIS HEAD. THANK GODNESS!

“Well, I don’t need anything, you can take it all.”

“Huh?”

“Because I’m gonna seduce you again anyway.”

That’s smooth react of him...

“H-Hmph! You sound so confident! What if I won’t fall for you again.”

“A ha ha... Such a shame...”

That night, you SO REGRETED for saying that.

Your face covered with tears, your voice hoarsed after all that moans and begging. You can’t count how many times you and he came.

“I’m sorry.” He hugged you so carefully. “I just want to make something... something that will tie you with me, so you won’t even think about that anymore...” He rubbed your belly.

“Please don’t say that again. I will be sad, okay?”

Luka:

NO.

NOPE. DON’T ASK HIM.

I SAID NO.

But after collected all your streght, YOU STILL ASKED HIM

“So... Luka, I just wondering...”

“Yes, what’s wrong?”

He’s so innoccent!

“This is “IF” okay? Just “IF”!”

“....Okay”

“Well... I really just wondering .... If...”

“If? Just say it, I will hear everything you say.”

“If... we divorce.... what three things... would you take?”

Your trembled voice made this sound so fuckin real

The potato in his hand was dropped. Or his heart.

YOU MORONNNN

HOW DARE YOUUUUUU

After few seconds in shock, he tried to collect his mind

“Alice... Did I... do something wrong?”

“Eh? N-No, I mean--”

“I will work hard to protect you! I will become stronger!”

“Or did my food is not good enough? Tell me what you want to eat, I will do it perfectly!”

“Or do you want something? I’ll buy it for you? Or did because of me? Tell me and I will fix it. I am going to fix it!”

LOOK WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

He was messed. Totally messed!

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I was joking! I WAS JOKING! I WON’T EVER SAY IT AGAIN!” You hugged him tightly, so regretted. SCREW OF THAT CHALLENGE! SCREW OF MY CURIOUS!!

“I don’t want to divorce...” He hugged you back “Please don’t say that... “

“Yes, I’m so sorry for being silly. I love you so much that I am not going to let you go. We will never divorce.”

Seth:

“WHATTTTTTT????? ALICE WHYYYYYYYYY??????”

He screamed so loud that the whole HQ could hear it.

“NOOOOOOOO!!”

“S-Seth, calm down! I said “If”, IF!!”

“HOW COULD I CALM DOWN AFTER YOU SAID THAT?”

He hugged you so tight

“S-Seth... I can’t breath...”

He loosen his arms, but it still wrapped around you.

You two falled down on the bed.

He burried his face into your neck, sulked

“Alice has just said something that make me so sad...”

You started regret. You didn’t think it would affect him like this...

“I’m sorry... I just being curious... I want to see your reaction.... I won’t divorce, of course.”

“I really love you so much. I don’t want to give you to anyone. Sorry for make you feel insecure...”

He still snuggled with your neck.

“Still... I want to know what will you do if we divorce, but that’s not gonna--”

“You want to hear it that badly?”

“Hm? No, I don’t need it--”

Wait

When did he tie you hands together???

WHY DID HE SMILE SO TERRIFIED??

“Well, I would say you’re pretty naive to think that I will ever let you do that.”

“Now, I think someone need to be punished for make me hurt so much.”

His eyes was freaking glowing!!

Unlike Sirius, who waited for the night to come, Seth didn’t care it was still middle of the day. He punished you ALL DAY

He made sure that little brain of your just has him.

Fenrir:

You shocked him

He dropped his favourite pistols

“F-Fenrir?”

It took him 5 seconds to collect himself

“We’re not going to divorce.”

He sounded firmly

“WE’RE NOT GOING TO DIVORCE!”

“I know, I know, I won’t, we won’t. I said “If” okay? Just for curious. It’s just a game.”

After explained, he reliefed “Ya nearly freaked me to death!”

You laughed “I didn’t think you would react like that.”

He hugged you “Hmmm... what should I take from you...”

He still in the game? You looked at his eyes.

“Hmm... First... I’ll take our children.”

“....Okay..” Was this idiot really think about three things??

Fenrir suddenly smled mischievously

!!!

He squeezed your ass!!

“Then your body and your heart. Over.”

“H-hey!” you blushed, he still squeezed...

Then he pushed you down on the floor “I need to mark this ass so no other damn men dare to touch my wife!”

“You are mine. And I’m yours. No interfering”

“But what about our children?”

“Let them find their own partner. You are mine alone!”

THANKS FOR READING AND REMEMBER PLEASE DON’T SAY THAT AGAIN, OUR MEN WILL HURT *Pat Luka*

#ikemen revolution #ikemen headcanons #black army #ray blackwell #Sirius Oswald #luka clemence #seth hyde #fenrir godspeed #cybird ikemen #ikemen sirius #ikemen ray blackwell #ikemen luka #ikemen seth #ikemen fenrir #ikemen series

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hello! so i absolutely love the tik tok dances you have with joot and the reader but can i please get one with joot reacting to the reader doing the WAP dance that is going on tik tok?

Sure thing! I’m glad to hear you liked those lmao so for this one, I went with pt 4 Joot :) ❤️

Upon returning to the Grand Morioh Hotel, Jotaro expected to be greeted with the sight of you either curled up in bed with a book, or watching some show on your laptop, as usual.

What he had not anticipated was the sight of your phone propped up on the floor (since he’d almost knocked it down) and you humping the ground.

At first he just stares…. until you finally look up and notice that you have an audience.

But instead of scrambling to your feet as he expects, you bust out laughing at the surprised and almost exasperated expression on his face. Jotaro just wants to know what the hell is so damn funny.

He drops his bag onto the desk, while you quickly get up off the floor to give him a peck on the cheek.

“What’s going on?” he asks, although it looks like he’s sort of scared of the answer you're about to give him. He’s wondering if being in such a crazy, noisy, bizarre town as Morioh is finally getting to you or something.

“Oh, nothing much, just doing this tiktok challenge I saw.”

At the mention of tiktok, Jotaro rolls his eyes. He’s never really understood the appeal. Yeah, some videos were kind of funny, but the majority of the jokes went completely over his head.

You assure him that it’s totally cool, and that this time you’re learning a dance. You pull up the song and show him the WAP sound that’s been going viral on the app for the past few days.

Jotaro thinks the lyrics are...interesting. The part that makes his eyes blow wide are when the singer says “I want you to touch that little dangly thing that swings in the back of my throat.” At that point you notice his ears go red, even though he’s maintaining the absolute straightest face you’ve ever seen.

You then show him the dance challenge as well and… again Jotaro looks rather unimpressed, you aren't sure if it’s just because of the particular girl in the video or if he truly hates the challenge.

Regardless, you inform him that you’ve spent the last two hours perfecting the dance and that you’re ready to show him what you’ve learned.

You sit him down on the edge of the bed, then replay the song from your phone. You do the dance, hitting every beat, but also careful not to kick him in the face or knock something down, this a hotel room after all.

When you drop to the floor, Jotaro flinches but then he sees your smirk as you lift your leg, and twist into a split. By then, you’re laughing all out of breath and Jotaro looks even more stunned than when he first walked through the door.

“So, what do you think?” you ask, still laughing. Jotaro goes silent, before he looks away unable to meet your direct gaze. He isn’t blushing fully, but his ears are positively glowing.

“I didn’t know you were that flexible, Y/n…”

He may or may not have asked you to do it one more time for good measure 😉

#jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #jojo #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #tagging as #spicy 🥵#just in case #shay.writes

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heyitsgigisadventures · 8 months

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The Ultimate Glow Up Checklist | Glow Up Challenge, Printable Workbook

The Ultimate Glow Up Checklist | Glow Up Challenge, Printable Workbook Do you want to become That Girl literally overnight? This is the printable workbook for you! With more than 50 pages for you to print and study, you’ll be able to create a whole new you in just 24 hours! Hey, pretty people! Are you looking for an effective way to level up in your life without completely changing…

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INTER-STELLAR promoted TIKI TAKA for 3 weeks from the 25th of august 2020 to the 20th of september 2020. the girls followed the era up immediately with a mini comeback for LIKE IT which they promoted for just over a week. TIKI TAKA was one of the best summer comebacks of the year according to netizens. the fun energy was felt throughout the era. with I LIKE IT the girls were able to showcase their girl crush potential which drew in a lot of new fans. it was like everyone could finally see INTER-STELLARS star potential

INTER-STELLAR were praised for their contributions to the album with haeun’s production and writing skills being highlighted .

‘SOLAR volume 3’ got a lot of praise for the diversity in sounds and the quality of production on each track.

‘SOLAR volume 3’ debuted at #3 on korean streaming sites and peaked at #2 on melon

‘SOLAR volume 3’ sold 144k physical albums and 600k albums in total.

‘TIKI TAKA (99%)’ got 11.7 million views in 24 hours

‘TIKI TAKA(99%)’ received 6 music show wins

‘TIKI TAKA(99%)’ debuted at #5 on all major korean streaming sites and remained in the top 20 for its entire promotional period.

The album was their third best selling album

INTER-STELLAR said summer isn’t over until i said so.

nova particularly stood out this era. her energy was new and fresh and her dance reflected that. her ‘TIKI TAKA’ fancam circulated and accumulated over 2 million views on twitter.

all of stan twt went crazy over her the entire era. her visuals and entire princess aura drew in many new fans.

TIKI TAKA grew in popularity on tik tok as a popular dance challenge.

at music shows the girls would record themselves dancing the point choreo with fellow idols and friends making the trend blow up and grow the group even more

many more videos went viral, there was a tik tok of nova doing the #TIKITAKACHALLENGE on tik tok with jungkook of bts as well as both of them dancing to dynamite.

the duet brought more local attention to the group as many were asking about ‘the girl dancing with jungkook’.

many other iconic combinations made the girls go viral. such as the park sisters jihyo & taeji , mimi x momo, haeun x chaeryoung , nova and some of the ex ioi girls , taeji x leo of vivid and cleo x mark lee

JYP released 4 music videos during this era for TIKI TAKA, I LIKE IT, DRINKIN’ and U BETTER KNOW

‘u better know’ was filmed in the studio and in the car. switching between the girls in their natural habitat with each other in the studio to the girls coming back from performances and lip syncing to the song in the car. the video had cute editing that taeji specifically requested. vvv cute video (insp.)

‘drinkin’ was shot and edited by nova. the video showed the girls just messing around at the dorms, music shows and in the practice room. it was a fun and lively video that showcased their playful and fun energy as a group. (insp.)

the girls had many promotional appearances and worked extra hard this era. they were all exhausted but they all were glowing so it was worth it.

they were especially proud of this era as it felt their own having worked on parts of it. so they worked extra hard so it got the recognitionit deserved.

all in all a strong comeback and one of jyps strongest this year.

INTER-STELLAR promoted I LIKE IT for just over a week. although it was short the girls did get a lot of attention during the comeback because of the attention garnered from TIKI TAKA. the music video had a darker, cooler school girl aesthetic. it was a lot darker and edgier than any of their music videos released before. although it still had that playfulness that is iconically INTER-STELLAR it showed another side to the girls and showcased their girl crush potential. (mv insp)

I LIKE IT | line distribution

#and just like that the era is over #tiki taka.era #solar volume 3 #kocsociety #kumokocnet #aeskocnet #kpop idol oc #kpop!oc #kpop girl group oc #kpop oc #kpop!au #idol au #idol oc #idol!au #idol!oc #oc kpop group #oc idol #idol oc girl group

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dazzlegame · 4 years

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Things to Do During Lockdown for Fashion Lovers

The whole world seems to be fighting together against a rare pandemic and our most important duty at this time is to stay at home. Amidst all these, the lockdown has made people to stay safe indoors and spend more time with their families as well as with themselves. While many are finding this lockdown comfortable, some have been finding it very difficult to stay idle for a long period of time without going anywhere or without doing anything fun.

Do you miss going out all dressed up in style? Miss getting ready to go to fancy parties or weddings? Miss shopping and clubbing? If you are missing these things and feel the fashionista inside you is bored to death, you definitely need to engage in something fun to make this time at home more productive rather than frustrating.

While all your other friends have started spending each day as an opportunity to learn new skills in art or cooking or started exploring their hobbies like music and dance, here are few things you can do to calm down your fashion urges:

1. Organize Your Wardrobe

Baked enough cake to feed your community? Watched every episode of your favorite series on Netflix? We all miss going out wearing our fancy dresses. It’s time to show some love to your clothes that are lying idle in your wardrobe due to this lockdown. Clean out your closet and let your outfits breathe. Organize them in a neat, easy-to-find and colour-coordinated way. This can help you with your day-to-day frustrations when picking out an outfit while going out (after the lockdown is over), as well as detoxify your mental health.

2. Organize Your Jewellery Box

Just like you, your jewellery too hasn’t been out for days now. So why not take them out and organize them a better way, so that next time you want something to match with your outfits you don’t have to tear down the whole place. To start with, firstly, empty your jewellery box and give it a nice cleaning. If you keep your pieces in different boxes then organize these boxes category wise. Make sure your pieces don’t clutter. For your favourite chains in gold or the artificial ones, do some detangling. Your precious jewelry in gold, diamond and gems need proper care. Keep same category of accessories together but also make sure to keep your gold pieces away from the ordinary ones. If your collection also includes rose or white gold jewellery pieces then make sure you give them some extra care. And most importantly keep them where you can see them because out of sight is out of mind!

3. Pamper Yourself

We understand, in this busy world you never get any time for yourself? Well now, that you have so much of free time (as in me time) with you, why not indulge in some self-care! Show your nails and toes some love. Give yourself a manicure pedicure at home. Nail art is also the best way to experiment with your creativity. Give your hair some message with oil and serum. Want your skin to be glowing at home? Make a face pack using ingredients at home to make your skin smooth and oil-free.

4. Try New Make-up Tricks

Some of us who don’t usually apply heavy makeup on a daily basis often make a big blunder when we try doing party or wedding makeups. Do you feel the same? The regular makeup is fine but do you make mistakes too while trying those smoky eyes for the night-out? Well, it’s time to hone those make up skills then. Have some fun trying out new makeup looks. Great thing about this is that you will have a lot of time to master your skills before your looks make a party debut.

5. Get Into A Fashion Challenge

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Viral challenges on social media like Tik Tok and Instagram, are keeping people busy during this lockdown. And everyone can take part in them. From #DressUpFriday to #HomeCouture, there are many fashion challenges going on trend that you can get involved in right away. The craziest of them all is the pillow challenge on Instagram. This #QuarantinePillowChallenge is making people wear their coziest pillows as outfits in the chicest way. These challenges also include the #CultGaiaLetsDance challenge, #AllDressedUpWithNowhereToGo challenge, #InstaRainbow challenge and the list goes on.

6. Stay Fit, Stay Happy

Being at home for such a long time not only is affecting our physical health, but also causing imbalance to our mental health. Our immune system works effectively to flush out bacteria and viruses. So the perfect balance and fitness of our body and mind can help us fight many dangerous diseases. Many of us might also be feeling low and depressed during these hard times. Working out regularly and being physically active can help us lower stress and depression, reduce the risk of stroke, and prevent the onset of diabetes. Also, the food recipes might be making you gain some weight. You can reduce that by some daily exercise or yoga at home. And the most essential thing is to keep eating healthy even while you eat your favourite dishes at home.

You can also join some fitness challenges that are currently popular over these platforms like the push-up challenge, the plank challenge, the clock-legs challenge, the flex challenge and many more. Go find out which one would you like to do and get started!

So to be precise, take a good advantage of all this “me time” you are getting and learn to love yourself again. Whatever you do, do something new every day. Instead of getting bogged down by the thought of what’s going to happen, do things you’ve always wanted to.

Stay Inside! Stay Safe! And Always, Stay Stylish!

#lockdown #fashion #staysafe #thingstodo #quarantine #styleblogger

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6 Things I Currently Hate on the Internet 😠😤😡🤬

These topics based on the internet that i have observed for many years including pop culture. Anyway, those are just my personal thoughts that may find to be “TRIGGERING”

1. Tik tok

Tik tok is one of the most popular apps in the end 2010s. It looks similar like Musica.ly Everytime when i watch this stupid shit compilation like dance, challenge or viral on Twitter, Instagram and Youtube, it makes me cringe all the time. The majority of tik tok users what i have seen are kids and teenagers or even called Gen Z. I really don't understand why they are become famous because of tik tok like dance inappropiately frequently for underage, unfunny jokes, etc. even though they come from nothing. I also have a friends, and cousins who have a tik tok, then upload that video through Instagram stories, but sorry i don't watch it because i'm not interested, so i just skip it.

Thank god I don’t have a Tik Tok because i am absolutely loathe this app, and don’t want get into make the content such as challange (i.e. emo, barbie girl), and cringy dance to get a viral and views. When i make that content, it feels like i’m living with the wrong generation. (Whoops)

2. Social Justice Warrior (SJW)

This is the most atrocious I have ever seen in my entire life. It appears on Twitter. eveytime i scroll timeline on Twitter, it is full of anger, war, hatred, debate, and drama. Mostly, people tweet about religion, culture, feminism, politics, economics, and viral gone wrong. But OMG, most of the time, they're completely not constructive criticsm. It's like they don't want to be accepted or don't appreciate and scramble their opinion with somebody else. Of course, they treat their opinions as a facts. Then, i'll be like "fuck them, you need to find your hobby and stop making a war with somebody else that you don't know that person on Twitter". Of course, SJW needs to get a life and log out Twitter, so don't be outrageous.

3. Cancel Culture

When i pop up in my head, cancel culture be like “you’re cancelled”. Cancel culture is like especially for public figures including celebrities, influencers and politicians are exposed problematic to make a statements like homophobic/transphobic, assault cases, allegations, body-shaming, slut-shaming racist jokes, rape jokes, playing victims, supporting each other that people dislike, and many more whether in the past or present. When it comes out that problematic, eveybody rants them which is true or not, and then use that term “cancelled” or hashtag #isoverparty in Twitter to avoid public figures to stop being act so innoncent. It’s very fucked up for me Not only that, but also it’s so annoying if everbody says “you’re cancelled”. If i was public figure for being called “cancelled”, i feel like i want to go jump off the cliff and never want to see that term again.

4. Beauty Standards

There are people mostly girls when you were born being ugly and insecure, you want to be perfect and glamorous like celebrities, and models on advertisement, magazine and Instagram. In Asian country especially my country, Indonesia, there are so many beauty standards like for girls, like you have to be fair skin, straight hair, curve body but not super skinny. And then, you don’t have to wear fully makeup like a clown, you have to look stay natural and glowing face without a makeup, for example wear a skincare. In contrast, if you have a dark/brown skin and curly hair, people probably think that you look ugly, trash, and stink. It shit happening, trust me. I mean, the majority of Indonesian people have natural brown and yellow skin, so if they want to be fair skin like western people, they have to use skin whitening for face and body to make look bright.

But not only that, in western country like US and UK, i found that they want to have full lips like lip filler, huge ass and tits from implants, tan skin by using a spray/lotion tan although white people’s skin are pale, botox, flat abs from liposuction, and skinny like Victoria Secret’s model or curvy like Beyonce, Rihanna and Nicki Minaj.

Besides that, another Asian country like South Korea, i found that mostly celebrities like boy/girlbands. and actors have had a plastic surgery to make look famous. There also found that korean people want to be super skinny like kpop idols, They should follow strict diet. And then, they want to have a light skin by using a skin whitening, they want to make a glowing face with using a skincare which is booming in korea. And don’t forget, they have to wear a full makeup, so they look more beautiful. In korean culture, their parents want to children to get a plastic surgery as a gifts if they have a good grades. Basically, korean people were born to be ugly face, so they have to get plastic surgery like make a doube eyelids, a big rounded eyes, a pointed nose. a v-shaped chin,and a slim jaw.

The reason why i hate is because it makes me feel more insecure, worthless and uncomfortable with my own skin. I just want to no longer follow their society like beauty standards. Beauty standard is should be not existed. It needs to go away, and needs to be stopped. I mean everybody looks beautiful not for me, but to all of you. Everybody need to be beautiful not only the outside but also the inside. You don't have to follow that standards including beauty that would be necessary cool, i promise.

I have to admit, my skin tone medium, not too fair or too dark. I am still using whitening lotion to exfoliate and to remove sunburn. Then, my face look chubby and i have a double chin, i wear a glasses. i have a fat tummy even though i am not a chunky not very slim. i have a hairy hands, armpits, stomach and legs. My mom won’t let me shave them because they will grow someday.

5. Instagram vs Reality

When i follow account including @Celebface, and @exposingcelebsurgery. I observed that comparing with celebrities, models, and influencers’ real photos or fake with using photoshop. Instagram VS Reality is absolutely garbage. Take a look at celebs’ photo everywhere with full editing like face,hips,ass, etc to make look professional.But in reality, they look different not look like which is totally catfishing. Sadly, the cringiest part is there is analyze the angle with the wrong well-shaped. I mean when you look at the view of the background, you can see the curve appears that seems unprofessional, that is what i called failed photoshop.

I don’t mean to blame photoshop, but it is so overused. The reason why i don’t like this is because it is full of manipulative for celebrities, models and influencer to make it look sexier than real life. It makes me want to delete my instagram account and never want to see that again.

6. Toxic fandoms in music community

Be a fandom is fun, and wonderful .But Hey! Look at my Tumblr, Weheartit, and Pinterest, i have so many photos which include my favorite bands or actors. I’m also huge fan of the band particularly, rock bands and K-pop idols.

However, sometimes being fandom is being toxic, overly defensive, and delusional. The reason why i called toxic fandoms is because mostly they are intolerable, immature and annoying. Oh yeah, the similarity of toxic fandoms is called crazy stans. For example,when someone (hater or not) dislike an idol or band, crazy stans started trolling like send a death threats like “hope you get chocked”, "hope you'll die", “you need to go fuck yourself”, and many more. Also, when someone being called a fake fan because they know one or two songs on the radio or TV, they don’t like idols’ new song which is totally different then or support their relationship go public. Otherwise, they are very disrespectful with their idols' privacy, such as stalking at their house or hotel for almost 24 hours. PRIVACY IS A MUST. IDOLS ARE JUST HUMAN BEING. And you know the worst part is that when an idol is dead, they are extremely freak the hell out, they tend to commit suicide which is really dangerous so they want to meet their idol in afterlife.

Based on my thoughts, being a fan with your favorite idol is the most precious thing. I would love to be a fans with the bands/idols but i don't want get involved be part of crazy stans. Like i said, they are not intolerable and delusional.

That's the end of my writing about six things that i hate. You may think that after you read this, you'll be like "damn, you're so hater, you're so jealous, and you're so bitter". Ugh shut up.

#rant #opinion

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dlmanoir · 4 years

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Mill Milk (SFW)

TWs/CWs: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, a/b/o dynamics, Omega Verse, Omegaverse, Alpha/Omega, Fluff, Breastfeeding, Pregnancy, Male pregnancy, Mpreg, Pregnant Omega, Established Relationship, Gift Work [READ ON AO3]

Milo's breasts had swollen, and the flesh is now hard and tender. For this reason, he schedules an early appointment with his prenatal clinic. Once there, Milo is faced with quite a challenging Beta woman and a problem of his own. Luckily, his Alpha sticks through all of it with him.

What would he do without Davie? (This is a gift for an amazing friend, and wonderfully talented artist, Shezka. These are her OCs, not mine.

“Milo Conte?”

A small woman called for Milo’s attention from the far end of the room, tearing his eyes from his mate’s phone. His whole body jerked, back as straight as he could manage with the belly in front of him. His heart sank a little, albeit he wasn’t sure why.

* ~ * ~ * ~ *

Aside from a man and a woman, a sleeping pup in the stroller by their side, and two other women—one of which was pregnant—at the other end of the room, the maternity clinic’s waiting room was nearly empty when Milo and Davie had arrived. And yet, the wait times were long enough that Davie had to take the whole day off to accompany him.

Milo had tried to reassure his Alpha that he could handle this independently, despite the apparent nervousness that now tainted his scent, but Davie had insisted on coming. All in all, he was glad for his mate’s company.

During the wait, Milo had been bold enough to ask the couple if he could look at their pup and, sure enough, his chest had tightened at the sight of the little boy. Asleep. Snug. Tiny. So, so very small. And he smelled so good.

A small blush over the pup’s cheeks gave an almost cherubic glow as he slept on, unbothered when his parents readjusted the little beanie atop his head.

It was both an exciting and frightening sight that had a bout of doubt creeping in the back of his mind. The couple interrupted him in his scrutiny of the pup, gently and quietly to not rouse their baby from sleep, by asking him how far along he was.

“Twenty-nine weeks,” Milo had said.

The woman covered her mouth in delighted awe. The couple smiled reassuringly at him, but Milo frankly didn’t feel all that brave when he thought of the future. Of his future. Of his pup’s future. If not for his timidity, then for all the stories of complications, and unfortunate accidents, his aunties had innocently told him. His imagination was as unforgiving as it was vivid.

“Is that your mate?” The woman pointed to Davie, who’d lost himself in whatever Tik Tok video he came across or the endless scrolling on Twitter and Instagram.

Milo nodded, and the couple shared a few approving murmurs, complimenting the Alpha’s stature and the white patches that painted his skin. Davie was, indeed, quite a sight to behold. Even as he sat there, carefree yet confident, he seemed so imposing. Despite it all, people were drawn to him.

“Everything’s going to be alright, Omega,” the woman told him, her voice a low timbre. Betas, especially women, were so perceptive.

“Yeah,” her mate intoned, “Whatever you’ve heard so far, forget all about it. All the advice you’re gonna get is bullshit. Don’t worry about any of that.”

Milo hadn’t heard that one yet.

They talked about the gender of Milo’s pup. He told them they’d decided they didn’t want to know just yet. They only had a little while longer to wait before they knew for sure anyways. It would be here soon enough.

The other two women were, from what Milo had gathered of their conversation, merely friends. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on them, but they were not discreet; while one of the two appeared content with only sitting and messing with her phone, the other made her irritation quite apparent. The wait ate away at her nerves. She’d been pressed to complain after the last patient had left, but none had been called in.

The secretary at the counter already looked annoyed with her, but she’d politely dismissed the pregnant woman, assuring her that she would be seen shortly. At that, the Beta returned to her seat with a huff and a deep scowl on her face.

Milo had returned to his seat beside his Alpha by the time she’d begun making a fuss. He didn’t want to be caught standing if an anxiety spell took him. Davie ironically blamed her outburst on the pregnancy hormones, and Milo could only agree with him. No matter, however, he’d be ashamed to be caught acting like this, pregnant or otherwise.

He avoided looking in her general direction altogether, but he couldn’t avoid her when his name had been called out. Her attention was on him, and their eyes inadvertently met. His stomach churched. The egg salad sandwich he’d eaten before coming to the clinic sat in his stomach heavy like a rock pile. Oh, how he wished to disappear! But Davie wouldn’t let him.

The Alpha helped him to his feet. Milo’s balance was all over the place with how round he’d become. On the other hand, Davie stood straight and tall, his stature just as well-built and impressive as it had been when Milo had first laid eyes on his mate. Well, that was perhaps a bit of a lie; they’d been eating a lot recently, with the baby and all, and whatever Milo couldn’t stomach because of the baby, Davie would eat for himself. But dear God, was he handsome still. And muscular, with dark eyes that spoke silently to him, reminding him that his Alpha would protect him. Always.

Davie remained calm in the face of his unease, and he had to be thankful for that. He was. How could he have faced the knives in that woman’s stare had his Alpha not been there to guide him?

The little woman, a Beta, who’d called for him gestured for them to follow her down a small corridor full of closed doors on each side. “This way, please.” Unlike traditional hospitals, hundreds of children’s drawings and pictures of previous patients with their newborn bundles decorated the walls. There were cards splayed out with beautiful notes, and ‘thank you’ letters proudly displayed. It seemed the clinic’s staff were quite appreciated.

“Right here, if you please.” They went in through the only open door where a man waited for them inside already.

The doctor wasn’t all too imposing. Medium height. A bit of a belly. His hair was white with only a dash of gray around the temples, short and a little messy. He had large hands for a Beta. He smelled of antiseptic and disinfectant, as most doctors did, but there was a slight hint of earthy tones— like the wet dirt along the shore of frothy waters as it baked under the hot, summer sun. It was peculiar, but not unpleasant.

His nametag read as Dr. Finley Simmons, but he introduced himself regardless. His voice was warm, somewhat welcoming. There was a tiredness in it.

They quickly delved into routine questions: was he eating well? Resting? Had anything stressful been recently introduced into their lives?

All matters of questions Milo answered favourably and with a fair bit of confidence. He was doing well, and Davie was keen to keep him as happy an Omega as could be. His mom thought he wasn’t gaining enough weight, but the doctor didn’t seem all too concerned.

With the questions pushed aside, Dr. Simmons pulled his stethoscope out for a brief physical examination of the belly. The man warmed the tool on the sleeve of his coat for a few seconds, which was a thoughtful gesture that, in all honesty, helped very little. The frost of the object on his belly, and then his chest and back, made him tense up. And the pup in his belly protested too. Milo hated this part, but he settled with a hiss.

“Alrighty, then,” Dr. Simmons said with a final nod. He typed a few keys on the computer, noted a few numbers, and some other information Milo didn’t quite understand. “All clear. Healthy. Baby’s doing just fine, and mama’s healthy,” he muttered under his breath. And then he turned to them with a more receptive look in his eyes.

“If I look here, I can see that you weren’t scheduled for an appointment until next month.”

Davie nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Dr. Simmons was careful not to sound confrontational. He also focused his attention on Davie, surely without meaning to. “Why did you schedule a visit before your next appointment?”

Milo and Davie both hummed, their mouths opening and closing immediately. Davie settled quietly and pivoted slightly in his seat. His eyes turned to Milo as his hand laid on his thigh, heavy but soft and reassuring. Dr. Simmons’s attention instinctively followed the Alpha’s lead, settling on Milo as well. Wouldn’t it be best to let an Omega speak of an issue concerning omegas?

“Hm, I’ve been feeling some,” Milo weighed his words, searching for the least ambiguous term, “Discomfort…”

Dr. Simmons echoed almost dubiously, “Discomfort? What kind?”

“Well, it’s… uh…” Milo gestured vaguely to his chest. “I’m all swollen here. It’s really sensitive, and hard…”

The doctor nodded. “I see,” he said. “Could I get you to take your shirt off for me? We’ll take a closer look.” The question was meant for Milo, but the doctor had looked to Davarius.

With some help from his Alpha, Milo took his shirt off as per the doctor’s request. “I’m fat,” he muttered to Davie contemptuously, “I can’t even take my shirt off on my own anymore…”

The Alpha chuckled and lightly squeezed his arm. “You’re perfect, baby.”

Milo was, in fact, visibly swollen. After donning some latex gloves, the doctor leaned to poke and prod at the affected areas. He tested Milo’s chest for the most sensitive spots, eliciting winces and cringes, and felt for lumps.

Dr. Simmons quickly concluded his examination and sat back in his chair before discarding the gloves. “Keep your shirt off,” he said casually.

“What I think, Mr. Conte, is that you’re currently producing breast milk,” Dr. Simmons explained. The news shocked Milo and puzzled Davie. He added, “It’s rare for Omega men to produce this early, if at all, but it’s not unheard of, and definitely isn’t something you should concern yourself with. Some would say you’re fortunate. I’m going to call in a nurse to show you how to express this build-up. I’d also suggest cold cabbage leaves to soothe any future aches and reduce the swelling.”

“Cabbage leaves?” Davie asked, perplexed.

“Yes, cabbage leaves. Just use the leaves as cold compresses, and throw them out once they’ve gone warm. Was there anything else I could do for the two of you today?”

Davie’s mouth hung open around a question he couldn’t quite formulate. Cabbage leaves? “No. No, I think we’re fine now. Thank you,” he finally said.

“Great. Would you like me to send a Beta or Omega?” Dr. Simmons asked, just as he got up and reached the door.

“A Beta?” Milo answered.

“Very well. I’ll have her in here in just a minute. Have a nice day.”

And with that, Dr. Simmons left the room, closing the door behind him. The next minute seemed an eternity, and Milo wanted to moan in awkward desperation at the ticking clock on the wall. A chill came over his shoulders, making his shiver, and he startled at the press of warm lips to his throat. He leaned in his Alpha’s warmth—he would’ve liked to keep his shirt on while he waited.

“Did you see the way that woman looked at you?” Davie scoffed.

Milo shrank in his seat; the memory unpleasantly sour still. He felt her eyes on him like little ants under his skin, and she wasn’t even in the room with them. He couldn’t even smell her anymore! “Yeah… She looked really mad.”

“Serves her right. They’ll probably see her last.”

Davie was undoubtedly right, although Milo sincerely hoped it wouldn’t be the case. He worried that she’d be waiting in the same seat, with her friend, once they were ready to leave. He wouldn’t blame the nurses for making her linger and stew in her childishness as long as they reasonably could, but he didn’t want to cross her path again.

“Hey, look here,” Davie’s hand moved from his thigh to squeeze the back of his neck. “If you want, I’ll glare right back at her. See how she likes that.”

Milo shook his head, disconcerted. “No! It’s fine!” If he were honest, his Alpha wasn’t the friendliest looking of the bunch, and Milo had experienced first-hand with the influence he could exert on others. His mate could be as frightening as he was beautiful. If Davarius were to glare at a pregnant woman, or even a pregnant Omega, trouble would surely ensue. It wasn’t worth the trouble. “Besides… She’d probably shit her pants.”

“Damn right, she would, baby!” Davie boasted a proud laugh, his ego rightful flattered, and pulled Milo towards him.

They nuzzled against each others’ throats, against the marks that bonded them, and where Milo could take a deep, relaxing drink of his Alpha’s scent. The door gave a soft click, revealing to them an African-American woman, a Beta, with an average build and sleek hair that, despite the high ponytail, fell to the middle of her back.

She gave a small ‘ oops! ’ in a feigned scandal at the sight of them, but entered nonetheless. Catching them like this had brought a cheeky, little grin full of mischief on her lips.

She introduced herself. “My name is Yelena Austin, and Dr. Simmons sent me because of a little milk-expressing issue going on?” she said, recapitulating what she knew of the situation. And then something playful shone in her eyes. One of her eyebrows arched when she said, “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.”

Her voice had a beautiful right to it. Light, but lively. A little deep, nasally. It was hard for Milo to feel any sort of reservation in her regards. And her smile! Even if he’d immediately averted his eyes, he’d caught sight of it, and found it striking. She had full lips with a beautiful shape. A pointy chin, high cheekbones. A little face. Long eyelashes, and big, round eyes. They were so vivid a green, or maybe they simply stood out by the darkness of her skin?

Nevertheless, Milo’s face heated up, and he squeezed his hands between his thighs.

“I’m gonna guess you’re the lucky mama?” She gestured to Milo, and he nodded. “And you already took your shirt off! Perfect. We’re going to be able to get right into it!”

But they didn’t really ‘get right into it.’ First, she sat beside them and asked the same questions Dr. Simmons had asked all over again. She inspected Milo the same as the doctor had— why consult a doctor if only to consult a nurse again? Then she gave them a few options as to how to handle the situation, and determine their level of comfortability. The prospect of having Davie wait outside was quickly pushed aside. When they had decided, she redirected them to the examination table where she had Davarius sit with Milo in his lap. Though she was certainly confident in her ability to work with Omegas as a Beta, they were easier to work with when near their bonded Alphas was simply undeniable.

“This will be a bit of a couple’s activity, assuming you’re both in a maternity class?” she said.

Davie chuckled, “Yup. I’m used to the extra weight!”

Milo elbowed him at that, cutting the Alpha’s breath short. There was no sign of irritation in Milo’s scent, but he couldn’t let his mate get away with these kinds of jokes. The nurse didn’t seem to mind at all. She must’ve thought them endearing like this.

Milo was a perfect fit in Davarius’s lap, although he didn’t exactly feel like he was. Even fat with pup, his belly distended, Davie eclipsed in in sheer bulk. The Alpha towered over him.

“Comfy?” the nurse asked, capturing Milo’s attention with her bright smile.

Milo nodded enthusiastically.

Yelena was evident in her instructions, readily showing how she intended to have Davie hold Milo. She told him to gently wrap a hand around the Omega’s breast, stressing that they shouldn’t rush this. “Consider this sort of like bonding time! You two can be close, which is great for the baby, and daddy gets to participate in the maternity.”

“Yay! I get to be pregnant too!” Davie said light-heartedly.

His good humour earned him a laugh from the nurse, and Milo gave him an amused sniff.

“We got a joker over here,” the nurse said, “That’s good—we can do with a good laugh sometimes.”

Milo intoned, “You don’t wanna be pregnant. You gotta pee every five goddamn minutes.”

The nurse laughed and sympathized. Her mannerism was comforting. If not for her tone’s lightness, her easy-going speech pattern, then for the slight edge of clean, soapy smell that wafted off of her when the outer corners of her eyes creased with glee. Otherwise, she too smelt heavily of antiseptic.

“Now, without rushing, Alpha, please apply a little bit of pressure. Just press down lightly on the whole breast at an upwards angle.”

Milo hissed, the sharp sting almost instantaneous, and Davie recoiled in response to his augmented discomfort. The pain took a little while to subside, and Milo rocked with it. Even when there was nearly no pressure, his chest still throbbed with a dull heat.

“It hurts too much,” Milo said through clenched teeth.

“I’m afraid there isn’t much to be done about the pain, Omega. You’ll just have to push through it,” Yelena told him. She wasn’t condescending, more so apologetic perhaps. “Can you do that for me?”

After a moment of hesitation, Milo nodded, and Davie moved again, hands back on his chest. Nothing had happened yet, but the anticipation made Milo cringe, and he shifted nervously in his mate’s lap. Milo pushed himself back against Davie’s muscled chest, the leather jacket cool against his naked back, and shrugged his shoulders as he braced for the oncoming pang. It was evident the nurse disapproved of the way he tensed up, but she said nothing about it.

“Alpha, please try again,” she said, her tone lower, calmer than they’d heard it yet.

Unlike Dr. Simmons, Yelena searched for Milo’s eyes when she addressed him, rather than focusing on Davie. “You have to push through. Being a mother is no small job. If you want a healthy pup, you gotta be strong, okay?”

What a dreadful thought that was! And yet… it filled him with a strange sense of determination, some parental instinct that had never left them as a species . He knew that, ultimately, she was right. He had to give all of himself over to this pup, and there was nothing he wanted more than that—he had Davarius already. Now he wanted his child.

“O-okay,” Milo said to Davie, head tilted towards the Alpha behind him. “You can do it…”

Davie took this opportunity to place a quick kiss to the shell of his ear, and then came the progressive press of his hand. It sent piercing jolts through Milo, and he clenched his fists over Davie’s thighs.

He was drawn back to the nurse when she lifted his chin from just the fingers’ tip. Milo didn’t mind the touch, although nurses and doctors often preferred to be careful in the presence of their patients’ mates. Milo whined when their gaze met, and she gave him a warm smile he tried to reciprocate.

“You’re doing so good. You’ll see, once you get it, it’ll be much easier,” she said. “Just keep breathing.”

Milo hadn’t realized he’d swallowed a deep breath deep in his lungs and kept it there.

Yelena then shifted to Davie, her expression a bit sterner than she’d shown Milo. She told him to pinch at his nipple, showing him exactly how she intended him to.

Milo conceded, he admired the way she controlled her voice, as well as the situation. She was soft when she spoke to him, supportive and almost playful even, but she was different when it came to Davie. And yet, she didn’t come off as cold. She simply understood their needs, how they wished to be addressed and worked efficiently to ease their nerves.

Milo was comfortable with her in front of him. In pain, but comfortable.

A dissociative sensation overcame Milo when Yelena worked with Davie, though. His ears buzzed with a high-pitched ring that slowly drowned out the sound of their voices. He could only concentrate on physical sensations.

As a searing heat spread through him, a whine catching in his throat, his mind drifted from the pain. Pleasant warmth pressed against his back, and a delightful scent enveloped him. Oh, the pain was still there, but it was concealed by the moist breath that brushed his shoulder, hot air curling over his skin, and the sound of his mate’s breathing close to his ears. The pattern, the cadence, the rhythm which ruled over Davie… He wanted to match it.

Milo closed his eyes, breathing deep. He focused on the thumping heartbeat against his back as he picked the tempo apart. He’d hold his breath strategically, exhaling to fall in tune with the Alpha.

His body relaxed, breath evening, as his mate steadied him. He basked in the warmth that seeped through him. He let Davie’s scent invade his senses. Potent. Spicy. Sharp. Peppery. It prickled his nose and tickled in his throat. It was focused and controlled. Not too much, not too little. He loved this scent and how it made every inch of him quake with anticipation. It was unlike anything he’d ever smelt before.

Wild. But also secretly human and domestic. Like an abandoned house that had been reclaimed by the meadow surrounding it. Milo could picture it. The broken-down car covered in greenery. The shattered windows, forgotten by time. The smell of rotten wood and the new life that sprouted from it. And yet, traces of civilization, a small stack of tires that the wilderness couldn’t claim. So it grew around it.

The Alpha’s scent was a quick getaway, somewhere Milo would go where he could be alone without really feeling isolated. He was close to something primal when he went there. Close to his roots.

Could he…

Could he kiss Davie? Here? Now?

He sure as Hell tried, absent-mindedly, to tilt his head and nuzzle at the underside of Davie’s chin. Almost begging for the attention, the affection he craved from his Alpha. His mate held him in a tight embrace, but Milo was determined. He desired more; he wanted to look into those dark, all-consuming eyes glaring down at him.

“Milo…? Milo?” Davie’s voice eventually cut through the haze.

His sight regained its focus, Milo’s attention directed back to Davie and then to Yelena, who still watched over them. The crimson that had barely begun to dissipate from his cheeks flared up again when he saw her smiling at him. It said plenty, plenty that Milo didn’t want her to know.

“You’re staring pretty hard, baby,” Davie said simply.

Milo lowered his eyes; shame splayed all over his face. He flushed down to his shoulders. Both Davie and the nurse chuckled softly, finding him endearingly entranced perhaps, and it lessened his humiliation. He gave the nurse a sheepish smile.

“You’re doing good, Omega. This isn’t so bad, now is it?” she said with a light-hearted tone. “You’ll be able to cuddle your Alpha all you want soon enough.”

Out of respect for the Beta, he silently agreed to set these passions for later, within their little home’s privacy. Not that waiting pleased him. As if he’d sensed this, Davie leaned his chin over Milo’s shoulder, sending a delightful shiver down Milo’s spine at the graze of the man’s facial hair—a slightly affectionate yet discrete gesture. The warmth of the Alpha’s cheek then rested against his ear to hum a low tune he didn’t readily recognize. It soothed him.

“I love you,” Davarius murmured to his ear, and even timbre matching his hum.

Everything in Milo vibrated, the words sent a tingle through him that had him stretching his toes against the inside of his shoes, and he smiled a bashful smile. He would’ve replied in kind, but a piercing sting shot through his breast and no amount of ticklish euphoria he felt by his Alpha’s touch could keep him from smarting.

A tiny pearl of translucent off-white moisture had formed at the very tip of his nipple, which sent a fire burning through him, and he couldn’t bite back the whimper that left him. Davie relinquished his hold of Milo’s breast.

The nurse chided him, a gasp catching in her lungs, “Oh! No, no, no! Keep going! It’s almost here!”

Milo hissed when the hands returned to squeeze him. The searing spread from the teat and through the rest of his chest. All of his nerves ignited, and for that, Milo didn’t notice the first droplets leaking from him. He avoided looking down for fear he might see something he wasn’t ready to see just yet—he remembered one of his aunties retelling of a friend who’s breast milk was tainted with blood. Still, he couldn’t ignore the wetness as it trickled from between Davie’s fingers and towards his middle section, the trail coming dry just as it rolled down the baby bump.

The collective excitement between the nurse and Davie was very telling of the situation. For one, Davie’s eyes shone with a child’s fascination. On the other hand, the nurse scrambled out of her seat to pull a roll of paper towels from the cabinets under the small sink. “Oh, towels! I have towels. Not to get your pants dirty because this stuff will stain!” she said with comical emphasis after handing Milo a square.

“Just keep going until the milk starts to thin,” she then said, and Davie did as he was told. “The more you do it, the less it’ll hurt. You get used to it pretty quickly.”

The nurse spoke the truth because the pain was already dissipating. What had once been a fire raging under his skin was no more than a dull throbbing with a slight tinge of feverish heat that left his flesh tender.

In mere minutes, Milo was handed a cold compress to soothe the residual soreness before moving to the other breast. And the process was to be repeated all over again, albeit he didn’t suffer as much.

The swelling went down almost entirely. Once Milo was content with the results, and after Davie had had a taste for himself—what an embarrassing ordeal that had been—Yelena led them back to the waiting room. Just as Milo had fear, the agitated woman from earlier still waited with her friend, and the couple. A new patient, a lone Omega man with only a small bump, sat where Milo and Davis had previously been.

Milo’s eyes went straight to the woman, however, and he shrunk in on himself. She looked furious, her face one full shade darker than when he’d last seen her.

Unaffected by the pregnant woman’s behaviour, the nurse directed them to the front desk where she and the receptionist reviewed their visit. They received a small pamphlet on breastfeeding and some paperwork they filled out together and rescheduled their next appointment. They were left with the receptionist to finish up while the nurse called another name.

Every head perked at attention, and the pregnant woman stood reflexively, only to sink back down into her seat when she realized she hadn’t been called at all. It was the Omega man who’d been called, and he suffered the same eyes full of malice Milo had suffered.

Milo’s skin crawled for that poor Omega. Bitch has some serious issues, he thought, emboldened by the Omega’s apparent indifference towards the woman. And yet…

“Don’t pay attention to her,” Davarius said, low for him alone to hear. He laid a large hand over the nape of Milo’s neck and kneaded the skin.

Milo let out a shuddering breath filled with tension as his muscles slowly relaxed. He couldn’t relax completely, though, as Davie took to staring the woman down! He wasn’t discreet at all. How typically bold of an Alpha.

Once their business was taken care of, the receptionist bid them farewell with a smile and a wave. Leaving the clinic instantly lifted a massive weight off Milo’s shoulders—and his chest—as the fresh air replaced the angry woman’s scent. Davie tugged him into a warm hug as they walked to the car, kissed the top of his head, and hummed approvingly. The stressed unease in Milo’s scent was dissipating.

“Let’s go home, baby,” Davie said.

Milo nodded, leaning heavily on his Alpha for support as he walked. He could go for a nap right about now. That is if the baby allowed it. As long as they were home, he didn’t care.

Home. In their little nest.

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One night in Akane has lasted me 15 hours • Eurogamer.net

I can’t find that many impressions of Akane, a game I bought on a whim from the Switch’s eStore, but it seems people are surprised that there’s only one level. Or that there’s no explanation for the intro animation of Akane herself, stood like Oldboy in a lift full of corpses, before the sounds of her bike crash and the title screen. And no explanation for what happened after the (themselves unexplained) childhood samurai training levels to even lead to this point. Or who the peach-pink cyborg boss even Katsuro is. There’s no real end either, as far as I can tell. It’s an infinite high-score game couched within a specific narrative scenario, a tension that’s set up and never resolved.

And I’m so glad I found it! Lots of what I like about it is right there behind the title screen, ready to go when you are. Akane’s stance: Pixel-pose, one-hand-on-hip, red trousers and white hair. Her Akira-style future-bike crashed and in flames. The flickering glow on its tyres. The washes of neon around this Neo Tokyo square. And four Yakuza surrounding you, angry at some never-revealed infraction. Clearly, something has happened. Then you press start and straight away the square of men closes in, straight away Akane is happening.

It sounds basic, but so many times I’m put off by action games that are all style and noise and indulgent kill animations, but without that vitality in their gamefeel, feeling like they happen at a slight remove – a puppet with slack in the strings.

But Akane feels good, alive with the now. Its control latency sliced to a sliver so it’s immediate and responsive when you press A, with a one-frame sword-swipe that doesn’t break your stride, and a slight screen shake as you connect. And the run animation is great, leant forward, sword dragging behind her, vector-sharp like an arrowhead. The Yakuza burst apart with a Fruit Ninja squelch.

And though one hit kills here, there’s a cool-down so you can’t spam the sword; now each press and pivot matters, so that glimmer-spark of reactive, responsive life is not softened by imprecision, by a white noise boredom of mindless button presses and particle effect eruptions. (The bad version of what Girlfriend Reviews calls ‘Diarrhoea Christmas Lights’). Here, both the stick movement and the button play require constant, specific engagement and attention.

To beat the actual challenges (like, ‘Kill a Cyber Ninja Whilst on 50 Combo’) you also have to learn the sweet-spot pace needed to juggle the gun and kill meters, their charges and cool-downs. Imbibing them. Soon treating the short combo window like a metronome, holding off one kill just long enough to be able to reach the next within combo. Sometimes you sync with the rhythm of the (very very throbbing) soundtrack like the teeth on two gears – like that docking scene in Interstellar! – and for a few bars you’re landing shots and slices on the beat, above a synth bass as thick as paste.

I like this! (You can probably tell).

I like a game that isn’t charted in narrative arcs or new environments, but is more a pleasing frequency to engage with, made up of small oscillations of attention and intention: Making sure to shoot after every few cuts, to keep the sword live. Stretching out and curving your movement arcs to suit the constant, in-out Hokey Cokey of crowd control. Trailing gangsters like a pied piper, spotting an angle, then looping round and cutting through like a machete through cane. Syncing with the game and sinking into the game like a playable moodscape as much as a place. Like Lo-Fi beats for the fingers. Like a headspace you make with music and motion, and a zone-note you hit and then try to maintain long enough to just reach the next boss fight with Katsuro, or a 50-man combo, or –

But it’s suddenly over! In the shock of a pink Yakuza swipe, Or the contrail of a Cyber Ninja’s dash, and everything splits for a second, like the Tik-Tok logo. All anaglyph-without-the-glasses. Then, a results screen splash before the next round, and the small thrill of a new item to try (and then ignore, usually).

There are a lot of small details here, and I’ve found it’s worth pausing before restarting, long enough to spot something new from this one, specific scene, suddenly obvious against the stillness. Dense like a Street-Fighter background but less centred around the fight, a bit more peripheral and ambient and lived-in: The movement of a body in front of a shop shutter; a man bathed in the glow of an arcade machine; the fluorescent fish-fry logo; that bearded watcher on a roof in the south-west corner. I’m still seeing new things after hours of play in this single Street of Rage. I might even spot something whilst in-game, with the little wriggle-room of attention I’ve earned from familiarity.

I like all this too!

The sense of the hinted-at, the alluded-to, the media res. All the gradual things I’ve noticed throughout all the many ground-hog variations I’ve played of Akane’s last night. And I’ve liked having a game that plays like a short, a game-ella, without the need for an up-ramp of progression each round, or any meta-concerns of strategy, or the obligation to include other levels with colours or music I don’t even like, and probably won’t return to. Most of all I like a core loop that is an honest, simple treat. Did I mention I’ve played this one mission for more than 15 hours (!) during lockdown?

I don’t know if Akane is an all-round good game, exactly. (Whatever that means). But it’s a flavour of play I’m glad to have to hand in my Switch library. Nestled along supposedly bigger, fuller Experiences and Journeys, that I now remember as a few details; as a sort of mean of their whole.

Or maybe as their best moments. Or as specific snapshots in my Switch gallery. But often when I replay them (if I even replay them), I choose one favourite level or vibe palette anyway. Akane’s best moment is its only moment, always there, always happening. Her bike in flames. Her sword at the hip. The music throbbing. A space of engaged absorption, untethered from change or resolution; an everlasting, ever-now you make with motion, bought on a whim for 89p.

from EnterGamingXP https://entergamingxp.com/2020/08/one-night-in-akane-has-lasted-me-15-hours-%e2%80%a2-eurogamer-net/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=one-night-in-akane-has-lasted-me-15-hours-%25e2%2580%25a2-eurogamer-net

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