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seblos · 4 years

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there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach - ch 2/10

chapter title: let’s stop swirling, and start twirling

word count: 3,351

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Carlos now has a hall pass to miss the last 15 minutes of study hall so he can get to rehearsal early. He probably would have been allowed to leave without one, considering everyone in the cast had been excused half an hour early for costume fittings, but he has Mr. Mazzara to thank for the small yellow paper he clutched in his hand now.

Miss Jenn was already in the bomb shelter by the time he gets there, quickly typing away at her phone until she notices Carlos standing in front of her.

“Carlos, perfect, just in time!” Miss Jenn says as her phone made a fwoosh noise, confirming some order that Carlos couldn’t see. “I left the box of scripts in my office, so can you set up the desks and name cards for the read through? I’m thinking a circle for all the named roles, plus me, you, and our stage manager, and then the ensemble and the rest of tech can just be grouped together behind.”

He was about to ask why not just put everyone in a circle, but Miss Jenn had already made her way out the door towards her office. He shrugs, not caring enough to argue with her judgment. Miss Jenn knew what she wanted; he might as well follow her agenda.

Carlos arranges the desks the way she had asked, then quickly slides over the top of one as he begins putting down the name cards for everyone. He starts with his own choreography card (keeping a mental reminder to take a photo with it later) then director, stage manager, Chad, Troy, Gabriella, and Taylor.

The next card stops him though. Carlos reads over the neat printed “Sharpay” as the conversations he had with Seb from auditions washed over him, warming his heart.

He glances over at the desk he had left off on, almost directly across from where he was sitting. Instead of putting it there, though, he bit his lip and turns, dropping the card on the desk next to his instead.

With that, he kept going around the circle acting as if nothing happened. He makes sure to put the Ryan card next to Sharpay just in case anyone decides to ask why Seb was all the way on the other side of the circle from the other leads. Miss Jenn came back in a few minutes later with the box full of scripts.

“Oh that looks perfect!” she tells him, looking at the arrangement. Carlos sucks in a breath, expecting her to say something about the out of place Sharpay name card, but she doesn’t say anything about it.

The theatre kids begin filing through the door just as the bell rang for school to end as Carlos swipes through the few notifications on his phone as Miss Jenn calls for everyone to take their assigned seats. Nothing important, just a new post from Ashley Tisdale on Instagram, a few new twitter followers (he was surprised to see EJ Caswell was one of them) and-

Carlos groans, showing Miss Jenn the text he had gotten from Natalie.

“Who is Natalie Bagley and why do I care if her glands are swollen?” she asks.

“Our stage manager. Guess she’s not coming,” Carlos says, switching off his phone.

Miss Jenn immediately called out Ricky’s friend, Big Red, and asked him to read the stage directions. Part of Carlos is upset that she didn’t just ask him to do stage directions since it wasn’t like he had any lines to read, but it was fine. They needed more tech kids anyway, maybe this would convince him to join backstage.

Or so he thought, considering the next near-hour and half was spent painfully listening to Big Red read the stage directions. Carlos at one point had shot Miss Jenn a pointed look, who looked stressed out of her mind as she asked him to read the punctuation. Unfortunately, Big Red had taken that seriously, and no one had the heart (or the energy) to correct him after he started reading “Sharpay comma heads for class period.” This, plus Carlos’s ADHD made him feel like he needs to take a lap around the school. Maybe around all of Salt Lake City before he’s ready to come back to this.

Instead, he chooses to glance over at Seb to his left, who looks just as spaced out as everyone else did. An idea pops into Carlos’s brain, and he quickly scribbles down an SOS on the blank sheet of paper he had been using to take choreo notes (in which there were none, yet. He couldn’t focus like this anyway.) He then folds up the note and tries to make eye contact with Seb.

Unfortunately, the farm boy was still spaced out as ever, staring at the pages which he turned while everyone else did, although his eyes weren’t moving along the words.

The universe decides to apparently help him out, though as while Carlos was trying to get Seb’s attention, he doesn’t notice his pencil rolling off the table until it was too late. It clattered on the floor, not catching the attention of anyone except for the boy sitting next to him.

Seb breaks from his trance, reaching down to grab the pencil before handing it to Carlos with a grin, and Carlos uses it as his shot to quickly hand the boy the note as he takes his pen back.

He takes the piece of paper in surprise, cocking his head at Carlos for a moment as he unfolds the paper as quietly as possible. For a moment, Carlos wonders if it had been a bad idea.

Until, Seb reads the note and a smile grew on his face, grabbing a pen from his backpack nonchalantly so he wasn’t writing back in highlighter. Carlos noted that it was cow print and wrote in shimmery light blue ink, which, aw.

He passes it back a moment later, and Carlos grins as he reads the response. Underneath his SOS in round, loopy writing is Seb’s bubbly ikr? big red is the sweetest but this plus my adhd my brain is GONE.

Carlos grins when he reads it. He didn’t know Seb had ADHD too (it’s not exactly something he advertises either, to be fair) but it’s always nice to see someone who can relate. He quickly scribbles back same! im all for new tech kids but i think miss jenn should just let me read from here on out. and i hate reading out loud. (and i have adhd too, crazy lol)

He passes it back to Seb, who’s brow furrows he writes, passing it back a moment later. It now reads she really should. why didnt she? i mean, youre capable of anything, even reading out loud. (and that’s cool! i mean, not cool, but cool that you can relate :) )

Carlos smiles. It’s sweet that Seb thinks that about him. He writes not sure. perks of being the unpaid choreographer i guess.

When Seb gets it back this time, he smiles. well, someone should pay you then. btw have you done the chem hw yet? mr mazzara is killing me

They continue passing the paper back and forth, veering off topic from the show and just talking about school and their families. It’s never been this easy for him to make friends, but something just seems right when he’s talking to Seb, even if its through a piece of paper.

They end up covering the paper, only pausing when Seb has to read lines. They have to move onto the back at one point before Big Red finally reads the last sentence of Act I, and Miss Jenn calls for a break. Carlos is about to scootch his desk closer to Seb’s when Miss Jenn gestures for him to come talk to her. He shoots Seb an apologetic look, who just waves him off with a smile before adjusting his jacket and instead moves to talk to Ashlyn, who looks surprised when he drops down in the seat next to her.

As he follows Miss Jenn over to a corner of the bomb shelter, he worries for a second that she’s going to call him out for not only not paying attention to the script but distracting one of the leads in the process. Thankfully, it seems she didn’t notice and instead starts asking about Ricky and Nini. (As if Carlos has any idea what’s going on between them. Again, hetero drama that he doesn’t completely care about.)

“Should we think about recasting?” Carlos offers.

“Absolutely not, my instincts are impeccable.” Miss Jenn replies, then adds, “and I’m not scared of a challenge.”

“This one might be impossible. She won’t even look at him.”

“Don’t underestimate me. I come from strong stock. My mother bounced back from an autopsy.”

Okay, not the reply he was expecting, but Miss Jenn was already calling them back together, which meant another hour of listening to Big Red read Act II.

When he sits down, though, Seb smiles at him again, and Carlos pulls back out the paper.

—

Carlos was packing up his backpack after they ended early rehearsal that day. Ricky stormed off, and maybe it wasn’t necessarily Carlos’s fault that he was quitting the show, but he could feel his chest getting tighter the more he tried to ignore it. If he had just pushed Ricky a little less or cut all the dance talk and tried just a little harder to get him to stay, they wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Hey, do you need a ride home?” Carlos hears footsteps approaching. He hadn’t realized that anyone was still in the bomb shelter, but when he turned around Seb was standing there. They had talked before rehearsal and in classes, but during rehearsal, Carlos was barely able to spare a glance at the boy playing piano while he tried to teach choreography. Not that rehearsal was about interacting anyway.

“Don’t you live on a farm?” Carlos asks, even though he knows the answer. It’s more of a question of why are you offering a ride if you live so far away?

“Yeah, but don’t worry! Your house is on the way!”

Carlos squints at him, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. “You don’t even know where I live.”

“No, but I’m sure it’s on the way,” Seb is grinning at him, and Carlos doesn’t want to say no. Besides, he told his mom they would be done at six, and it’s barely even 5 o’clock, so he nods.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. That would be good,” Carlos returns the smile and Seb beams. He finishes zipping up his backpack, swings it around his shoulders as Seb finishes sending a message on his phone, and the two walk out the door of the bomb shelter together.

“By the way, I like your shoes,” Seb says without even looking down, and Carlos feels the slightest bit of heat rushing to his face. The shoes in question are cow print, and even though he bought them before his conversation with Seb at the read through, he did think of the boy this morning when he put them on.

“Thank you,” Carlos says. He’s quiet for a moment, before asking “how are you so happy all the time?”

Seb looks surprised. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re always so smiley and nice, even when everything is crazy stressful, like right now. I feel like I’m just snapping and brushing people off.”

“Well, first of all, you’re definitely more stressed than me,” Seb says, turning his head towards Carlos as he speaks. “I barely played today, considering how much everyone has been arguing with you about the moves. I mean, just because Miss Jenn isn’t there all the time doesn’t immediately give them the right not to listen to you.”

“I think it’s that, plus being an underclassman,” he sighs, pushing open the doors to the main entrance of the school. “I mean, Gina respects me but she isn’t exactly the friendliest with everyone right now either.”

“Well, it’s not fair of them,” Seb says, and Carlos bites his lip. He already knew deep down what Seb had said was true, but just hearing someone say it out loud made it so much more real.

When Carlos doesn’t say anything else, Seb continues. “Besides, it sort of seemed like you weren’t having the greatest time, so I was hoping if I was a little happier, you would be too. Is that stupid?” he asks.

“No, it’s not stupid. It helped. Thanks,” Carlos smiles, because it did genuinely help. Well, either that or the venting.

Seb smiles again, and Carlos feels his heart flutter just a little bit. Something about Seb’s smiles always made him feel warm. They never feel fake, and they’re always just as bright as the last.

They stop in front of a car, and Carlos opens the door to the back while Seb goes to the front seat. Behind the wheel is a girl a few years older than them who he presumes is Seb’s sister.

“Carlos, this is my sister, Georgie,” he introduces, and the girl turns to smile at Carlos. She has the same blonde hair and blue eyes as Seb.

“Nice to meet you, Carlos,” Georgie says. “Seb texted saying you need a ride, so where am I going?”

For the most part, the car ride is silent. There’s music playing, a mix of old 2010’s pop and musical theatre, and Carlos can’t tell who’s playlist it is as both Seb and Georgie sing along. It’s not uncomfortable though, and he smiles as he watches the two of them together. He only has step siblings, and he’s not nearly as close to any of them as Seb is.

“Do you have other siblings?” he asks out of nowhere, and both Seb and Georgie laugh.

“Too many to keep track of,” Seb shakes his head. “I’m a middle child of seven.”

Carlos’s eyes widen. “Seven? And they’re all fully blood related to you?”

“Yep. four sisters, two brothers. Josephine is the oldest, then our brother Cohyn, then Georgie, then me, then Sophia, Paisley, and Isaac. We’re all two years apart, starting at 21 with Josie, except for Isaac who’s 5 and was a bit of a surprise,” Seb explains, and Carlos feels his head spinning.

“How do you remember all that?” he asks, causing both the Matthew-Smith’s to laugh again.

“Years of practice. To be fair, I don’t know like, half of their birthdays,” Seb says, earning a punch in the arm from his sister.

“Do you have any siblings, Carlos?” she asks.

“Two stepsisters on my mom’s side, both older. Isabella and Victoria,” Carlos says. “Isa is in college and Vic is about to graduate, but she goes to West High. I have a lot of cousins though, which are basically my siblings.”

“Us too,” Seb smiles softly. Carlos is expecting the look that people give him when they realize his parents aren’t divorced, but there’s no change in his expression. It’s nice to not have people ask about it for once (not that he remembers a time before they were divorced anyway. He was three, it doesn’t really affect him anymore.)

Georgie pulls into the driveway of Carlos’s house, and Carlos opens the door.

“Thank you for the ride,” he says.

“Anytime, Los.” The nickname hits Carlos harder than he’s expecting it to, and he stops for a second, registering it into the mind as his heart swells. Only family members had ever used that nickname on him before, and hearing Seb use it felt… different. But good different.

“See you tomorrow,” he says, closing the door and waving goodbye to the two before running up the steps to his house. He can see them driving away as he closes the door.

“You’re home early,” his mother steps out from the kitchen, and Carlos turns.

“We ended early. Sort of a dramatic day.”

His mother laughs. “Always is in theatre,” and Carlos can’t help but laugh too. “How did you get home? You could have texted.”

“A… friend gave me a ride. Seb Matthew-Smith, he’s our accompanist and he’s playing Sharpay.”

He can see a twinkle in his mother’s eye as she nods. “Got it,” she says, stretching it out as she gives him a look.

“Not like that, mamá, just a friend,” he rolls his eyes with a smile.

“Well, I’m glad you’re making friends. Dinner will be ready in an hour, I’m going out to play bunco tonight, so make sure you and Victoria clean up,” she tells him, and Carlos nods, taking that as his cue to go upstairs.

As he reaches his bedroom, though, his phone dings with a text from Seb (they had swapped numbers at the end of the readthrough) about the chemistry homework. Carlos sets down his backpack, pulling out the homework in question, and sets it on his desk while he texts back.

His mother’s voice rings in his head. I’m glad you’re making friends. It’s the first time in a while that he’s had a close friend, and it fills his chest with warmth.

—

“Where do you sit during lunch?” Seb asks Carlos out of nowhere, plopping down on the seat next to him during study hall. He’s in the library, researching other school’s performances of High School Musical so he can try and get inspiration for their show. When Seb sits down, though, he pulls out an earbud.

“I mean, here, usually,” Carlos glances around the library. “Why do you ask?”

Seb shrugs. “Dunno, I’ve never seen you at lunch before and I was wondering who you sit with. I thought we might be in different periods, but we have gym and chem together sixth and seventh, and you mentioned to me yesterday that you have algebra fourth, so the only option left was fifth unless you take an extra class like some kinda psycho.”

Carlos blinks. “You kept track of all of that?” he asks.

Seb suddenly blushes slightly. “I mean, I don’t know the rest of your schedule, I was only really paying attention because like I said, I was wondering who you sit with. But I guess you sit with… no one…?” he trails off.

Now it’s Carlos’s turn to blush. “I mean, my mom plays bunco with the librarian so she always let me sit in here. The only other person I really talk to is Gina, but she has seventh period lunch. And I guess I could eat in Miss Jenn’s office, but sometimes she stresses me out and I can watch videos in here. Plus it’s a lot quieter than the cafeteria, although I did run into Ricky today-”

Seb cuts him off. “Would you want to sit with me and Natalie? It’s only us at our table.”

“I- uh. Yeah. Sure,” Carlos says.

Seb nods with a smile. “Okay, cool,” he says, then turns in his seat and logs into the computer next to Carlos.

“Why do you keep inviting me to things?” Carlos asks suddenly, gnawing on his lip.

Seb turns back to face Carlos again. “What do you mean?”

“You offered to drive me home, now you’re inviting me to sit with you at lunch.”

He cocks his head, smiling, although still clearly confused. “Because we’re friends, dummy,” he tells Carlos.

“Oh,” Carlos smiles. “Okay. Cool.”

Seb nods. “Cool.”

They both go back to doing their work silently until Seb turns around again.

“Did you say you saw Ricky in here?” he asks.

“Yes! You’ll never believe what he did.”

“What?” “He told me he’s joining the show again! And then, he started dancing. Like, in the middle of the walkway!” They both laugh.

As Carlos continues filling Seb in on all the details of his previous conversation with Ricky, he can feel his heart fluttering. He doesn’t know what is with the other boy in the long run, but hey, at least they’re friends.

#seblos #carlos rodriguez #seb matthew smith #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #my writing #not a star

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xcvierbell · 5 years

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[ jesse williams, thirty two, cismale, he/him ] ━ did y'all see [ xavier bell ] walkin’ into [ fox & hare? ] they’ve lived in frostford for [ ten years, ] and you can catch ‘em around town working as a [ guidance counselor at frostford middle school ]. I reckon they’re pretty [ well spoken & educated ] but I hear they can also be kinda [ intimidating & condescending. ] if ya see ‘em around, be sure to say hi.

hello its autumn again. i play men in their thirties and nothing else. let’s go.

the man, the myth, the legend. xavier. the x man. x truly marks the spot.

when he was a wee lad, he’d spend a few weeks every summer in good ol’ frostford. his grandparents are frostford natives, but his mom was all about getting out of town so she moved to baton rouge for school (lsu baby) and ended up staying there.

mom met the love of her life in college, so sweet so cute so pure.

so xavi baby is a louisiana boy.

the weeks in the summer he spent in frostford were literal torture like. imagine being ten and your friends are living it up at water parks while you’re chasing chickens for the culture.

he was bored and his grandparents had weird rules and super strict bedtimes even when he got older. it was jank

anyway

growing up he was lowkey a nerd. he loved magic treehouse books and slept with his copy of one day at horrorland...he stanned goosebumps books hard.

he’s still a nerd, but he’s hot now so he’s more on the down low. will he get into heated debates about the symbolism of colors in the great gatsby? of course, who doesn’t? so he’s not really trying to hide it

obviously he played brutus in a high school production of julius caesar, but no one needs to talk about that. he loves dat shakespeare though. he also played basketball and ran track so troy bolton was based on him.

he went to lsu, duh, because that’s his parents alma matter. he was a big fan of the sports but didnt actually play them cause he was securing that academic bag instead (also he was good in high school but wasnt college athlete good big rip)

he has a masters degree in psychology, which he worked round the clock for. he took summer and winter sessions during school because he was a nutso who loved learning. like. he didn’t WANT the time off he was like give me the KNOWLEDGE. his friends were like yay! bachelors! and he was like catch up bitches i got that a year and a half ago ha ha.

he was planning on pursuing his doctorate but his grandma got sick and grandpa couldn’t take care of her by himself so he came back to frostford to help :’) what a sweetie

he also knew he could live with them without having to pay any rent or anything so...that was a big factor he ain’t all sweet

he helped around the house, helped take his grandma to appointments, made sure she took her medicine just old people stuff, but he was an ambitious little freak so after a few months he started interning to become a school counselor

he already had the degree, he just had to put in some service time. which mostly consisted of him sitting and watching another counselor have awkward conversations with students and hand them pamphlets rather than actually talk to them

so you know, xavier the king really wanted to make a DIFFERENCE

he actually got in trouble for counseling some kids without being technically cleared to do so but....their actual counselor just didn’t listen to them :/ it wasn’t his fault :/

long story short he is now the counselor at the middle school yall dont wanna hear about this anymore

grandma got better btw, some tlc from xavi baby did the trick

time for rapid fire ridiculousness

frostford is so damn slow he feels like he’s gonna lose his mind sometimes. the routines are good to plan around, easy to organize stuff, but god sometimes he’s like i can’t believe i’m still here

he’s traveled~ as in, when he was in college he went on a backpacking trip to europe and talks about it too often, he also spent a day in paris eating nothing but bread and cheese and, again, wont shut up about it. please dont bring it up

he makes a point to travel somewhere once a year though, during the summer. sometimes it’s some place in the good ol’ usa, san diego’s beautiful. other times he’s gotta be extra and go to iceland. it happens.

he tries to be really honest and open with students that come see him. there are a lot of things going on in the world that teachers and authority figures try to shield kids from, but he’s like they’re not dumb they’re young teenagers they see this shit happening you gotta educate them!

he likes to get on their level and play games with them, basketball, catch, he has a playstation in his office. it’s easier for the kids to open up to him when it’s not in such a formal setting and they’re not forced to make deep eye contact

there’s a decent handful of students who move on from middle school into high school (obvs) but come back to talk to him if they’re having problems. he makes them feel heard :’)

he’s definitely slept with a students mom before but like...on accident? he can’t help who he matches with on tinder these things just HAPPEN

also thinks small town tinder is a form of torture because you’ll match with someone get your flirt on then run into them getting groceries like? theres not enough people here

there are like 45 people in town he rubs the wrong way because they feel like he’s talking down to them, he doesn’t mean to do it but sometimes these small town alabama folk say some real dumb shit

he’s friendly. you know, friendly.

loves a good steak, would potentially kill for it if it’s kobe

sideeyes anyone wearing a red hat. you know why.

can’t stomach the smell of funnel cake because he threw up after riding too many rides at the fair it’s been 10+ years and he STILL can’t deal

loves atlanta and will take impromptu weekend trips there just to get away from people who think mobile’s classy

loves a good turtleneck

bruh why is this so long gn

#japril4eva

#frostfordintro

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kathillards · 5 years

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rangerstop day two

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE MEGAFORCE RANGERS SHOUTED US OUT AT THEIR PANEL AZIM TOLD EVERYONE ABOUT A GROUP OF FRIENDS FROM ALL OVER THE COUNTRY WHO MET BECAUSE OF POWER RANGERS AND POINTED AT US AND THE MEGAFORCE RANGERS ALL CHEERED AND TOLD US TO STAND UP OH MY GOD

uhhh sorry how do i move on from that how do i even think about anything else. the panel room was CROWDED people were FILMING kat and tabby had gone up to ask questions (which were HUGE hits) and come back and sat down AND THEN AZIM SAID THAT in the middle of a question about. i dont even fucking remember. something about what great community values power rangers has or something? and i guess we were related to power rangers being a community or whatever but bitch. BITCH. he said it and like pointed at us and they all started clapping (this sounds fake as hell i know BUT THERES VIDEO PROOF SOMEWHERE???) and everyone turned to look at us and we were like hi and then like two minutes later azim went “oh wait i have to make a correction, its not a group of girls its three girls and one guy because i think abigail isnt here? right?” and we were like ya so uh moral of the story... azim rizk i would murder ten hundred men for you

ok other things happened too, this will probably not be in chronological order bc i cant think right now

- mike ginn stopped when he saw me and looked for tabby who was hiding behind me when she saw him and he looked around for tabby and did his pointing thing again and it was so cuuute

- kat was talking to christina about how we avoided the cast all day yesterday and she was like “yes but i saw you anyway ;) and i was wondering when you’d come over to say hi!” shes so CUTE and then they talked about her rescue puppy and she was so happy to talk about her puppy

- ciara and christina made ben sign the art presents he gave them, ciara did it first and christina was like OMG WHY DIDNT YOU AUTOGRAPH MINE and made him sign hers too

- christina and i did a WHOLE photoshoot we did a normal pic then a silly pic but then she didnt like so we did a kissy face pic and she was like “oh i think i did a duck face” and im like thats ok so did i AND OUR PICS ARE SO CUTE AND SHE HUGGED ME SO TIGHT I. WOULD. DIE. FOR. YOU. CHRISTINA. MASTERSON.

- selwyn called tabby his girlfriend when i showed up without her he was like “wheres my girlfriend” bc he remembered us from last night and then she came over and he was like THERE YOU ARE and gave her a free selfie (and signed her space dvd with “tj is the real leader of in space” but refused to X out andros’ face bc that was mean) and he covered up najee’s face on her kevin t-shirt and then was upset bc it looked like he was touching her chest and tracy lynn laughed at him over it AND THEN HE TOLD US TO COME TO THE TGIF IN THE HOTEL AFTERWARDS BC THE RANGERS WERE GONNA GO THERE AND GET DRUNK AND HE INVITED US TO HAVE DRINKS W/ HIM but we stood him up because... we are tired... he was like “yeah we have this stupid vip dinner but like we’re gonna try to leave early and just go get fucking smashed” and we were like ur so valid selwyn. i love you.

- kat showed azim my tweets defending megaforce and he had to put the phone down to run his hands through his hair and be like “wow that was such a specific takedown” and kat was like “yeah she just says this shit all the time bc shes seen megaforce five hundred times” and he was like “she was so detailed though she didnt just say ‘you suck’ she put THOUGHT into her takedowns”

- (later when he signed my super megaforce green print he called me “my sista in social media smackdown!!!” complete with that many exclamation points)

- brennan said “i like your hat” to ben five times and he also signed tabby’s as well with his three catchphrases (she asked for him to write “awesome!” and he was like “i had more lines than that....”) he also told us he and the dino charge team were invited back for a dc/nsteel teamup but they kept cancelling them bc of budget reasons till it was just him and yoshi and he was finally like “i told them to just bring yoshi back because like thats his brother” and i was like “but then they didnt even INTERACT” and he was like “i KNOW”

- tabby’s tracy story: she asked tracy if it was uncomfortable fighting in crop tops and short skirts and tracy said “it wasnt uncomfortable but it was hard to not show everything” and she was like “idk why a power ranger would dress like that” and tabby told her ashley should have her own fashion line of athletic wear for fighter girls and tracy was like YES and tabby said she should have been leader of turbo bc she was into cars and tracy said that when they told her that ashley was gonna have a car plot she was like “ew no i dont want to touch greasy car oils” but that she was happy that ashley got to challenge herself

- kat was standing around azim the entire morning and he was introducing her to everyone who came up to him like she was his handler and at one point accidentally implied that she was his girlfriend and kat was like no im not and he was like “oh whoops it did kinda sound like that...” and his actual handler was like “why did u correct him” and kat was like “NO I LOVE HIS GIRLFRIEND”

- when i was taking my pics w/ the megaforce cast and andrew was the sweetest angel and he kept making poses over my shoulder while i giggled and then he asked me for a hug and KISSED MY CHEEK and hugged me so tight and was like “love you guys” I WOULD DIE FOR YOU ANDREW GRAY

- john mark is literally the funniest person alive and he was constantly going around the megaforce booth when we were there like (to ben when he was giving art to ciara and christina) “WHERES MINE” and to me when i was having them sign my megaforce prints “WHERES MINE” hes so funny and i love himmm

- ciara was signing my prints but she got distracted when we asked about her dogs and she stopped and opened her phone and started showing us pics and videos and she was soo happy to talk about her dogs too and then we took our pic and checked it to make sure it looked good and tabby was like “you look gorgeous” and she was like “we BOTH look gorgeous” i cannot believe. AND THEN she threw in a group photo for FREE and we all got in there

- kat was telling us and azim about some douchebag vendor who was like hitting on her and inviting her to an afterparty and was like “are you over 21″ when she was just trying to look at his spd toys and azim was literally “which guy. where. where is he.” HE WAS GONNA KILL THAT GUY FOR KAT HE LOVES HER

- we somehow got on the subject of azim SHAVING HIS BEAUTIFUL BEARD and he was like “oh well we went to the make a wish foundation to meet kids and the beard scares them so i had to shave” and i was like “thats racist” and he was like nooo but u could tell his mind was blown and i was like “cameron didnt shave” and he was like “well cameron is white” and i was like SO YOU ADMIT ITS RACIST and he laughed also im correct

- related but michael copon came over to jessica rey’s table while we were there and she was like “hi michael these are my FRIENDS” and they were talking about how they’re cousins and they’re both half filipino and tabby was like “why didnt they give you any scenes together in the teamup!” and jessica was like “because i was with erin!” and michael was like “because they couldnt have two filipinos together in one scene” power rangers got WOKE man

- kat to andrew: i have a huge troy plushie!

andrew: oh my dogs would rip that up immediately

kat:

andrew: do your dogs not rip things up

kat: i dont... i wouldnt let them...touch my troy plushies...

(we love you andrew. he doesnt even know hes at a con. hes just here to chill.)

- someone at the panel asked a stupid question about “if you could cameo in any other season which season would you pick” like they dont get asked this all the fucking time and the rangers were like hmm like beast morphers or dino charge and then andrew, my husband my light my life, was like “fuck power rangers, i wanna go to the dc universe” (he didnt cuss obviously) but like... king. legend supporting legends. AND THEN CHRISTINA WAS LIKE “oh mood i wanna be in the pokemon universe” and john mark was like “as what” and she was like “i dont know i didnt watch it” QUEEN OF POKEMON she kins jigglypuff

- tabby was at ann marie crouch’s booth and telling her how she loved that princess shayla was the wild force team’s mom and she was like aww yeah i felt such a maternal instinct even though that was before i had my actual child!! shes so cute!! shes so pretty!!

- jessica rey is literally SO WONDERFUL AND FUN TO TALK TO we went to hang out bc tabby wanted her wild force dvd signed and she was just telling us her stories of hanging out w/ the other boys and how she went to drink w/ azim just to keep him company (bc peter and yoshi were there and they were like “we dont drink” nerds) so cuuute and then she had that pic of her and peter and yoshi and they’re making stupid faces and she’s smiling like an angel and she’s like THEY DIDNT TELL ME IT WASNT A SERIOUS PHOTO and i asked her jokingly how much for it and she was like take it its $30 and i was like pls charge me more have my money take my soul

- tabby and kat were at the megaforce booths and jessica rey came over and was like “excuse me what are you guys doing with MY GIRLS” and john mark was like “uh they’re OUR GIRLS” and then cameron pulled jessica over and was like “actually this is MY babe” and then she tried to leave bc she was in the way of ppl in line and azim stopped her and was like “no no stay you’re part of our FAMILY”and uh basically the power rangers family is the cutest family in the whole world thank you good night

- taylor swift wrote gorgeous about andrew gray

#i also talked to peter about the ninja steel finale HES FRIENDS W/ THE CUTE GIRL WHO PLAYED EMMA #he said he told the girl who played emma that there was another ranger she could totally be and i was like IS SHE NINJA STEEL GREEN #because SHE SHOULD BE and he was like no i wouldve told you if there was a ninja steel green lol #hes a liar tho he would not have #and he was playing pokemon go the whole damn time #earth's defenders never shut up #hell clique takes rangerstop #im so tired i love powered rangers

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letspartyrightnowplease · 7 years

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Confident

Some um, dancest. sorry. I wrote it for that phan kink meme but it was TOO LONG to post there.

2009!danx2017!danx2017!phil

They didn’t know how it happened. One moment Dan was in the kitchen grabbing a glass of ribena while Phil was sat waiting for him with their show paused in the lounge, and the next thing Dan knew he was dropping, spilling his drink, and standing in shock as the glass shattered to pieces.

“Dan?” Phil had called worriedly, making his way into the kitchen and then stopping when he saw someone else standing in front of a wide-eyed Dan. “Who’s this?”

“It’s–me?” Dan said, although it sounded more like a question.

Standing in front of him, a younger, more smaller version of Dan stood still, the same expression of shock on his face. The younger-Dan’s hands were clenched tightly shut, lips open just slightly, cheeks worryingly white.

“What the hell do you mean, it’s you?” Phil asked confusedly, eyes squinted as he walked around the short lad to see a very young Dan looking as terrified as ever. Phil gasped, his hands coming up to cover his mouth, and for a few seconds no one said anything as Phil looked at Dan and then the younger-Dan repeatedly. “This can’t be real.” He said, hand going out to softly touch younger-Dan’s shoulder. “Holy–”

“Shit.” Dan finished, cheeks flushed at the way his younger-self was looking him up and down. Dan shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He had to do something. “Um, hi?”

Younger-Dan’s head shot up and he and Dan made direct eye contact. “Hi.” He spoke, the first word since he got here somehow.

“Wow, okay. Why don’t you guys go into the lounge, or something, and I’ll clean up this mess.” Phil said, walking back to grab a broom.

“Yeah, it’s just that way,” Dan pointed, “I need to talk to Phil for a sec.”

“Okay.” Younger-Dan said quietly, turning around and quickly walking out of the kitchen.

“Holy hell.” Dan breathed, slumping back into the counter. “What the actual fuck is happening?”

“It seems to me that there was some type of time warp, eh?” Phil nudged him with his elbow. Dan shot him a deadpan look.

“Now is not the time for jokes.” Dan said.

“What I mean is that maybe there’s some, I don’t know, unfinished business? He did look a little sad and red-eyed, and unless you have something to tell me about your past with weed, then, well, I think he needs you.” Phil explained, cleaning up the glass of spilled ribena. “Or, you need him, or you both need each other, who knows?”

“That, actually makes sense, Phil, wow, how’d you figure that one out?” Dan asked, his brows unfurowing.

“The X-Files.”

Dan sighed. “I highly doubt there was an episode about this.”

–

“So…” Phil started awkwardly. “How are you, Dan?” He asked, directing his question at the younger-Dan.

“I’m fine. Are we in a relationship?” Younger-Dan asked, the question seemingly catching him and Phil off guard.

Dan face-palmed. Of course he would ask that, he was basically obsessed with ‘AmazingPhil’.

“Uh, I feel like if I give you information that will, like, disrupt the laws of the universe, but, yeah we are.” Phil said happily, looking over to a blushing Dan.

“That’s, that’s amazing. How’d we manage to do that?” Younger-Dan asked to his older-self, genuine curiosity written over his face.

“I mean, c'mon, how could he not want this, or that?” Dan said, gesturing to himself and then to his younger self.

“Well, I’m not much of anything.” Younger-Dan said quietly.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Dan and Phil, who were sat on the couch together, looked at each other sadly. Younger-Dan sat alone on another chair.

Phil got up, after having a silent conversation with Dan, and said he’d be back shortly.

“I’m telling you… uh, Dan, you’re seriously so important. More important than anything, I wouldn’t be here without you, ever think about that? I’m here living with the guy of my, our dreams, in London and I was there, right where you are. It gets good, Dan, trust me.” Dan said, quietly gesturing for his younger-self to come and sit by him.

“But what about uni? What about what everyone thinks about me and Phil? They’re always asking questions and they judge so much! I’m–I’m scared, Dan.” Younger-Dan confessed. “I’m not confident and I’m not–I’m not you.”

“But you will be,” Dan said strongly, using his fingers to pull his younger-self’s chin up, the two Dans looking into each other’s eyes. “You’ll be here, it’s literally set in stone.”

“Is it, though? What if I’m here to see what I’m going to be missing out on? I’ll never look like you, I’ll never have Phil, I’ll never–mmph!” His younger-self was interrupted by Dan kissing him. He didn’t know why he did it, he didn’t know if it would help anything, but the small boy in his hands sunk into Dan, letting out a small breathy whine.

“You’re so much more, Dan. Fuck, I didnt know I was this pliant, it’s hot.” Dan mumbled against the younger’s lips. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to do this; at least once in their lives, everyone thinks about kissing themselves.

It’s weird, but in a good way. He’s still so soft, the younger’s body, though skinny, was still rounded and smooth. Of course now, Dan had way more curves and had grown so much taller than his (about) eighteen-year-old self. Dan groaned when the younger opened his mouth into the kiss, Dan swallowing his breath and licking into the boy’s mouth and caressing his tongue with his own.

Dan’s younger-self crawled into his lap and they kissed, and it was good, and then when Dan is maybe more turned on then he should be, Phil comes into the room, coughs, and then puts his hands on his hips when Dan starts sliding his hands up the younger’s shirt.

“Um, Dan?”

Dan opened his eyes, the both of them did, and they looked at Phil surprisedly. The younger-Dan’s fingers were deeply delved into Dan’s curls and Dan’s got a few of his fingers down the back of his younger’s pants and his other hand was up the back of his shirt. It’s all a sight to Phil, having had both of these versions. He laughed, a big, long, maybe a little crazy laugh, and the two Dan’s blush profusely, almost simultaneously.

“What?” They both said, seemingly not bothered by it at all.

“Nothing, nothing, really. I just sorta of, maybe, kinda, hoped this would happen. But it’s no big deal, you two carry on, I’ll be in my room.” Phil said, waving a dismissive hand. Then, “Use a condom,” Phil called down the hallway. “Or not!”

Dan groaned, dropping his head into the younger’s shoulder. “I told you, seriously, Phil is, well, he’s a wonderful guy.”

“And he, doesn’t mind if we…um?” Younger-Dan asked, his cheeks flushed. Dan laughed loudly, his hands pulling the other closer by his hips.

“I mean, it’s basically just doing it by myself, right? Phil wouldn’t care, but only if we add him in later for a little ménage à trois. If you want to, that is. Phil’s a big person on consent.”

“Really lucked out then, huh?” His younger self said, slowly coming closer to Dan.

Dan smirked. “We definitely did.” Dan said, and then he leaned into the younger’s ear. “Big cock, too.” He sat back and watched his younger-self close his eyes and shiver.

“I’m, a bit nervous, actually.” Younger-Dan said, opening his eyes a bit.

“Have you and Phil not–” The younger shook his head quickly.

“We’re still Skype calling, but I’m supposed to meet him soon. I was having a bit of a, I don’t know, body crisis?”

“What d'you mean?” Dan asked, his fingers tapping a out rhythm on the younger’s hips.

“I’m feeling insecure about seeing him. I literally can’t stop freaking out when Phil’s in the room here, I mean you two live together and I… I haven’t even met him yet. He’s really beautiful.” Younger-Dan said, starstruck.

“Ah, I’ve been there. It’s okay, Dan, really, you’re beautiful too. Phil thinks the same about you.”

The younger shook his head again. “No, I look nothing like you do. Phil will think I’m weird, I’m not beautiful.”

Dan looked into his own brown eyes. They were a bit dull, there was no gold flecks and there was small bags underneath them. “You’re insanely gorgeous.” He said to himself. He didn’t think he was being narcissistic, he was just building himself up. He remembered how insecure he was, he remembered the way no one told him he was pretty or attractive or meaningful until Phil. Maybe his life would’ve been better if he had loved himself before Phil came along and helped him learn to bring himself up and not down.

Dan would teach himself how to be confident, to see that he’s beautiful now, and he’ll be beautiful later and that, no matter what, Dan was beautiful all the time. Dan leaned in slowly to kiss himself, he was small and his hair was long and straight, he was short and skinny, and for some reason Dan realized what complete opposites they were.

“Let’s go to the bed.” He whispered against his younger-self’s lips, who nodded shyly, and got off of Dan’s lap; poorly hiding the fact that he was hard in his extra tight jeans.

Dan lead them to his room, walking past Phil’s, and he tried to ignore the smirk Phil had shot his way. Who cared if he wanted to fuck himself? It was for a good reason! Plus, Dan was a mega twink before he acquired confidence. He wanted to see what all the rave was about.

“And you’re sure Phil won’t be mad? I mean like it’s basically cheating and stuff and I’d rather stay with Phil for as long as I can–oh.” Dan had crowded his younger-self against his closed bedroom door with a smirk.

“Yeah, he’s extra okay with it, aren’t ya, Phil!” He called out. There was a loud bang heard and then Phil was grumbling.

“Oh my God, Phil’s a fucking nerd!” His younger-self said, giggling. Dan admired his young face looking so happy. Phil always seemed to do that.

After the Dans calmed down, Dan put his arms up right beside the younger’s head. He licked his lips and watched as the other’s eyes widened the tiniest bit, and then they blew wide as Dan dropped to his knees in front of him.

“That’s—fuck.” Dan was already unbuttoning the younger’s jeans, digging his fingers into the the top of the fabric and pulling them down slowly, taking his boxers with. “Dan.”

Dan shot his eyes up, looking into younger-Dan’s eyes. “Are you okay, we don’t have to do this, like I’m not about to force you or anything, that’d be traumatic.”

“No, it’s just, I’m–just not really attractive when I’m naked. I know you’re basically me, but it’s still uncomfortable.”

“Just wait until your dick’s in my mouth, you’ll be thinking something completely different.” Dan said, continuing to take the pants off. He tried not to feel offended that someone was calling his body unattractive, he had to remember it was himself just feeling insecure. Fuck, Dan’s gonna need a drink after this fiasco, his mind was fried.

Once his pants were off, Dan ran his hands up the younger’s thighs, stopping at his hips. When he dug his thumbs into the bones there, he watched the cock in front of his face twitch and smirked, he knew his body more than anyone, he could make this fantastic for his younger-self.

He watched the boy keep his hands by his sides, not knowing what to do, so Dan said: “Pull my hair when I suck you, you know I love that shit.” and he took a hand to wrap it around younger-Dan’s cock and licked the tip, smiling when he wrapped his hands in Dan’s hair immediately, letting out a soft moan. “That’s it, Dan.”

“Fuck this is messing with my head so much, mmmh.” Younger-Dan threw his head back against the door, Dan put his cock in his mouth and sucked and licked all around him, not caring about teasing, he was sucking his own dick! He wasn’t about to tease himself, he wanted to make this Dan cum his brains out.

Dan slid his head onto the younger’s cock more and more, holding his hips back with firm hands. He then brought his lips all the way to the base, his nose rested in a very small patch of hair, and he swallowed.

“Fuck!” He shouted, the younger’s hand softly pushing Dan’s hair back profusely, the other wrapped tightly around the back of Dan’s neck. “Did Phil teach you this?” His younger self said hotly, breathlessly.

Dan shuddered, they way his younger-self said those words shot straight down to his (very) hard dick. He sucked some more on his cock and as he pulled off, tongued the slit and tasted precum as the the other moaned aloud.

“Phil’s taught me so, so much.” He breathed as he stood up, kissing the younger hard and rough, nipping at his lips when he pulled away. “Fuck, I–you look good like this.” He looked at his pink cheeks and his now red-kissed and bitten lips. He looked down at the bare, wet cock between them and felt his own cock pulse in it’s confines. He grabbed the younger’s hand and slowly walked backward to the bed, staring straight into his eyes. When the bed hit the back of his legs, he sat, pulling his younger-self into his lap. “How do you wanna do this?” He purred in the other’s ear.

“I don’t really know. Just wanna cum.” Younger-Dan said, all wide-eyed and open mouthed, skin flushed. Dan thought back to every single time he had said that to Phil and he blushed himself. “Sorry, too forward?”

“No, seriously ask for anything, I’m here to fulfill my own fantasies.”

“Um, is it bigger?” The younger asked shyly.

“Is what bigger?”

Younger-Dan leaned his head onto Dan’s shoulder in exasperation. “You’re literally an idiot.”

“Well I do– oh. You mean my dick.” Dan threw his head back and laughed. “I am an idiot.”

“Well?”

“Yeah, yeah, just a bit in length but a lot in girth.” Dan said, the topic not bothering him at all, but his younger-self seemed like he was about to explode.

“Good.”

There was a pause and then Dan laughed again.

“This doesn’t have to be awkward, if you wanna get fucked then just say so.” Dan told himself. From Phil’s room, a loud laugh echoed around the house. “Oh, fuck off, Phil, you were worst when you wanted to be fucked!”

“You actually topped him?”

“Yeah, we switch every now and again. He loves being eaten out.” Dan answered, and if Phil were still listening he knew he’d have a serious blush on his pale cheeks. “So, if you want my cock, just say so.”

“I want your cock.”

Dan blushed. “Yeah, ahem, okay.” He cleared his threat and then became serious, pulling the younger closer to him so he could whisper in his ear. “But you have to ride me.” He purred. He needed to be able to get his confidence up and if Dan remembers correctly, when he rode Phil for the first time, he had lost control and let loose, figuring out that he loved to ride Phil, very much.

Younger-Dan nodded hesitantly, playing with the end of Dan’s shirt. “Get undressed now, yeah?” He asked, and Dan nodded. The younger took off Dan’s shirt, the first show of confidence, and Dan smiled at him encouragingly.

“Get the lube from that drawer right there, okay?” Dan asked, gesturing to the right. The other got up, pulling his shirt down to try and cover his bare bottom. He grabbed the lube and shyly spread his legs to get back on Dan’s lap.

“God, I can’t believe I’m literally going to fuck myself.”

Dan laughed, taking the lube and putting it on three of his fingers. “I’ll make it good, but tell me if something feels wrong and we’ll change it or stop, okay, just say stop or punch me in the face.” The younger nodded and braced himself as Dan moved his hands behind the smaller boy, going to his arse. “You’ve fingered yourself plenty of times by now, you know how it goes.” He comforted after noting the way his younger-self had tensed up. “Just relax.”

He felt the younger sink into him and he rubbed at his entrance, hearing a soft mewl, and then pressed into him with one finger.

“That’s good, yeah, more.”

Dan added another finger and rubbed slowly against the younger’s walls. Dan knew he had cum many times just from fingering himself; he liked to think he was a pro. When he pressed into younger-Dan with his third finger, he went straight for his prostate, rubbing and pressing and watching the boy–himself–squirm above him. Dan pressed in harder and faster into that magic spot, feeling his thighs tense with the growing heat between them.

“You like that, don’t you? You looks so good, Dan. Taking my fingers so well. But you do this all the time don’t you? You think about Phil doing this to you, huh? He’s right in the other room, Dan, listening to you, to us. He wants us–you so bad. I could see it in his eyes. You’re so damn hot, right now. Take my fingers, yeah, just like that.” Dan said huskily into the boy’s ear. He felt him clenching around his fingers and Dan pressed into him faster, feeling his younger-self sink back onto his fingers greedily.

“I’m gonna cum! Stop!” Dan withdrew his fingers faster than the younger could finish his sentence. He collapsed into Dan his arms going around his neck and legs spreading wider over him. “Wanna ride you now, want Phil to watch.” He said, catching his breath.

Dan smirked. He knew this was a good idea to give the younger some confidence. Dan took the boy’s shirt off, leaving him looking naked and flushed on Dan’s lap, a wonderful sight to behold.

“You have to ask him, Dan.” He said to the already-wrecked boy in his lap. He felt him tense and then relax.

“He thinks I’m pretty, right?” The boy asked.

“Absolutely.”

Younger-Dan stood up abruptly, walked to the door, opened it, and then walked to Phil’s door, all completely naked. He looked back at Dan and then put on a serious face. He knocked once, the door swung open, and then younger-Dan was leaning onto his toes to pull Phil into an enticing kiss.

Dan was blown away. He watched Phil grab onto this younger version of himself desperately, and instead of feeling jealous or wishing he was younger, well, Dan only felt his cock stand to attention. This would be fun, he thought.

Younger-Dan grabbed Phil’s hand and brought him into the room. His cheeks were pink and he was looking anywhere but at Dan. Phil was just smirking like his life depended on it, eyeing up the completely naked Dan and then the one that was on the bed, shirtless and hard.

“Well, what are the rules.” Phil asks, hand still being held by the younger-Dan. He couldn’t help but let a fond smile cover his face at the small boy and the nostalgia.

“For you, well, no touching.” Dan said, smirking as Phil’s face fell into a frown. “And for you, you’re not allowed to be shy. Look at me.” Dan got up walking over to the boy who wouldn’t meet his eyes. “You can kiss Phil all you want. You can touch him, but he can’t touch you. Go ahead, get him fired up.” Dan gestured to Phil.

The younger looked at Dan to see if he was telling the truth. When he found nothing, he looked to Phil who gulped. He stood in front of Phil, hesitantly putting a hand behind the other’s neck, and pulling him into a gentle kiss.

“God, this is torture.” Phil mumbled, his hands having trouble staying by his side.

“Can I make him touch me?” Younger-Dan asked the older.

“You can do what you want, he’d love it. We’re in charge of him, I’m in charge of you.” Dan explained, watching the blush erupt on both the younger-Dan and Phil’s face.

The younger took Phil’s hand and stepped closer to him. “Will you finger me?” He asked, looking into Phil’s bright blue eyes. Phil nodded, his hand squeezing younger-Dan’s ass (which Dan rolled his eyes at) and then entering a finger into the boy’s already stretched hole.

“Fuck.” Phil groaned, skipping two and pushing three fingers completely into younger-Dan. “Dan’s already got you nice and ready for his cock, huh? You’ll love it, feels so good everywhere. In your mouth, your hand, here.” He said, pushing into the boy’s hole over and over again.

Younger-Dan was losing it. His hands were firmly clasped around Phil’s biceps, eyes closed tight, legs wobbly from the wonderful sensations running through his veins. Dan was roughly palming at his bulge, watching Phil touch his virgin-self again. Dan knew Phil wanted to be his first but, what could Dan say? He wanted his younger-self riding his cock.

“I’m gonna cum.” Younger-Dan whispered into Phil’s ear, they were pressed too tightly together. Phil was watching Dan watch them while massaging his cock through his jeans. He wanted to make this younger-Dan cum, but he knew Dan wouldn’t like that. So, Phil pulled his fingers out, feeling the whine that the younger-Dan had released go straight to his cock.

“He’s ready for you, Dan.” Phil said, placing a lingering kiss onto the younger’s lips, and then stepping to Dan. “Permission to touch, sir?” He said, smirking.

Dan smiled and pulled Phil into a long kiss, pressing his body to Phil’s, so Phil could feel how worked up he was. “So hot watching you touch him like that, couldn’t take my eyes away from your fingers disappearing into that tight hole.” Dan teased. Phil groaned.

“Don’t remind me, almost let him cum.” He said. “You’ve always had that affect on me, I always let you cum, huh?”

Dan laughed. “I have my ways.” Dan looked to the boy leaning against the door, trying to catch his breath. “Ready?” The boy nodded eagerly, stepping to Dan and pulling him into a deep kiss. Phil watched on, thanking the heavens for whatever was even happeneing. This was wank material for life, he thought. Dan started to unbutton his pants while the younger kissed him. He pulled away real quick and looked at Phil. “Chair, sit, you’re cumming from your hand tonight.”

“Honestly, I think I’d be able to cum from a cactus touching my dick if I were watching you ride yourself.” Phil admitted, his voice genuine. Dan shook his head.

“See what I mean, he’s a a total nerd.” Younger-Dan whispered. “Good with his fingers, though.”

“He is, I’ll give him that.” Dan said.

Phil sat in the chair, watching on with interested eyes. Dan finished taking off his jeans and boxers, pulling younger-Dan to the bed with him. He placed himself in the middle and the younger placed himself on Dan’s thighs, looking at his cock with rapt fascination.

“It is thicker.” The younger-Dan said. Dan nodded, touching himself slowly, giving Phil and his younger-self a small show as he teased himself.

“You good? Do you feel you’re stretched enough?” Dan asked his younger-self, who nodded, crawling up Dan’s body, and hovering over Dan’s cock, his hands firmly on Dan’s chest. “Ready when you are.” Dan said, settling his hands on the boy’s waist.

Younger-Dan reached a hand to grab at Dan’s cock, lining it up with his hole. He felt Dan’s tip touch his rim and he breathed out a long sigh, before sinking down slowly onto Dan’s cock.

All three people in the room moaned aloud, Dan being the loudest. He’d never fucked a virgin before, and here he was, fucking his virgin-self. When the younger sunk all the way down and was sitting in Dan’s lap with his cock completely inside him, Dan felt his breath leave his lungs. He threw his head back; the tightness was unimaginable. The feeling making his toes curl and his fingers dig into the skin on the younger’s hips, on his hips. He couldn’t forget that, he was fucking himself, his younger-self, and it was so, so good.

“Fuck, this is–this feels so strange.” Younger-Dan murmured, his own head thrown back as his fingers stretched to stay in contact with Dan’s chest. “Never had a cock before.” He babbled. “Love it so much.”

“Yeah? You like that?” Dan lifted the younger up and then let him fall back down on his cock. “Look so pretty taking cock, made to take cock, weren’t you?” Dan praised himself, building the younger’s confidence. Dan watched as he got more into it, saw when the boy let everything go, looking into Dan eyes as he grinded his arse down on Dan’s cock, making it pulse and leak precum into the younger-boy. “That’s it, Dan, take it. Take your pleasure, it’s yours.”

He bucked up into the boy when he came down and they both moaned loudly. Younger-Dan lifted his arse and brought it down repeatedly, harshly onto Dan’s cock. He felt the hot throb of his older-self inside him, felt the hot, intense gaze Phil had on his body, on Dan’s, he felt the insistent prod of Dan’s cock on his prostate and mewled and keened so loudly, riding his older-self’s cock good and strong.

“Make me cum.” Dan whispered to his younger-self. “C'mon, Dan, make me cum, want me to cum in you, show you how good you look, how good you are, fuck!” Dan brought the younger’s head down for a kiss, moaning when he bit Dan’s lip. “That’s it, faster.”

Dan thrusted up into the younger when he came down, and he bounced on Dan’s cock, legs pushing him up and then giving up so they’d both connect with a hard pound. Phil watched with his cock out, teeth latched onto his lip. He was hot everywhere, climax just out of reach.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, I’m–I’m cumming, I’m cumming, harder, oh, harder.” Younger-Dan whined, his body moving quickly atop Dan’s, trying to make himself cum, and when he did he gasped, breathless, body still, but he stayed pressed flushed to Dan and grinded and squirmed until Dan was cumming into him, his cum hot and heavy against younger-Dan’s insides. “Oh, fuck.” He cried, his cock, untouched, pulsed against his stomach and his cum splattered on him and on Dan, Dan’s cum making him feel like he was so much more full than he was before. Beside them, Phil was reaching his own orgasm, his cum spilling over into his hands.

The room was hot, cloaked in the smell of sweat and good, satisfying sex. Dan laid still, hands by his head, younger-Dan still on his cock, which he didn’t mind. He breathed in, nice and slow, and then leaned up to kiss his younger-self softly on the lips.

“You did so good. You were so confident and it was hot.” He said, breath still labored. “Wish I could fuck myself all the time, damn.” He fell back onto the bed, the action making him move inside his younger-self and they both groaned at the sensitivity. “Alright, pull off slowly, don’t hurt yourself.” Dan directed, holding onto the other’s hips. Once he was off, he fell beside Dan in exhaustion.

“Is it always like that?” The younger asked.

“Maybe not so erotic, but yeah, basically. Just wait until 2012, lots of good angry-sex.” Dan said, eyes closing.

“Hey, don’t tell him that.” Phil said, all cleaned up. “I think the best sex we ever had was our first time.” He got in bed beside Dan hugging him from behind.

“Yeah, I suppose for like the meaning and stuff. But I’d say our best ever sex was when you came home after two weeks in Florida and we fucked for three hours.”

“Ah, good memories.”

“I can’t wait for this.” Younger-Dan smiled sleepily, his eyes closed, but his ears open and he listened to all the good times Dan and Phil had had. He couldn’t wait to get home and meet his Phil for the very first time. He felt ready this time. Confident.

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spideydolans · 7 years

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Birthday/ Miniminter Imagine

Warnings: Smut Another year, another birthday. As of today I was now 24 years old and I woke thinking about the 'surprises' Simon had planned for me. Thats when I felt the arm tighten slightly around my waist and small kiss pressed against my bare shoulder. "Happy birthday princess" he said in his heavenly morning voice. "Im old now" I said while turning around to face him. He laughed and brushed a few baby hairs from my face. "Have I told you how much I love you?" He asked randomly, staring into my eyes with pure love and adoration, making my heart and ovaries turn into mush. "Every day" i replied, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Well get up then lazy arse I'm taking you out remember? The big 2 4!" He exclaimed, smacking my butt encouraging me to get up. "Alright, alright." I complied, pushing the covers off of me and pushing myself out of the plush mattress. "Oh y/n! Ive got your first two presents here." He said, passing me the two silver boxes with black ribbons on with a huge childish grin on his face. I opened the smaller one first, revealing a key chain with a plastic penis on it. I looked at him with a grin, trying my hardest to conceal a laugh. "Okay okay open the next one" he said, giggles laced in his voice. I removed the lid to reveal an inflatable penis costume, this time i erupted into a fit of laughs. "What is it with you and dicks? Are you sure you're not gay" i laughed. "Hm you definitely wont be saying that later" he winked and walked into the bathroom. ----------------- How did I get so lucky? Simon took me bowling, for a nice meal at an all you can eat steakhouse and is now taking me on the London eye where he was somehow able to book one pod just for us. "This is amazing Si!" I said in awe. Birthday banners were hung up with balloons scattering the floor and candles lit since it was beginning to get dark outside. "Well I'm glad you like it babe. Oo before I forget, I've got a proper present for you now instead of that dick costume." He said and pulled a blue box from his pocket with the 'swarovski' symbol on it. I gasped in shock. "Simon! You really didnt have to, you've done so much for me today." I said, genuinely grateful to have someone like Simon. "You deserve it, now open it I want to see if you like it!" He said excitedly. I pulled the lid of and my jaw dropped. It was stunning. The little locket necklace with diamonds surrounding the perimeter. I opened the locket to reveal one of my favourite photos of us together before noticing our names were engraved on the back. The tears brimmed my eyes and a huge smile plastered on my face. "Are you actually crying you dickhead" he laughed. "Im happy!" I exclaimed, smacking his chest playfully. "Thankyou so much, honestly I can't even tell you how grateful I am." I said pulling the necklace from the box and passing it to Simon so he could put it on. "Y/n its your day and I want it to be as special as possible... also i feel like Troy from High Scool Musical right now" he said, releasing the necklace so the cool metal rested against my chest. I turned around with the necklace inbetween my fingers and looked straight into his blue eyes. "I love you" i said sincerely. "I love me too" he joked. I giggled and kissed him. "Nah im just kidding, I love you too princess." --------------- Simon has surprised and spoiled me so much today it was unbelievable, so im going to surprise him. Unbenown to Simon, Freya had given me the most gorgeous lingerie set, lilac lace with a low cut chest and a silk robe to match. While Simon was in the shower I slipped it on aswell as the robe and got under the duvet so it wasnt visible. When he walked out with a towel around his waist he looked at me with suspicion. "Whats up?" He asked while walking over to his drawers pulling out some calvins. "What d'you mean?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "Nothing, do you mind if I just upload this video? Two minutes and Im all yours." He said running a hand through his damp hair. "Mhmm." I hummed. He sat down in his gaming chair and I removed the covers. I waited for a minute until he announced he was done and swivelled the chair around to face me. "Woah, not that I'm complaining by any means but what are you wearing?" He asked, gulping slightly. I pushed myself up and walked towards him slowly, untying my robe. "Freya got me it, do you like it?" I asked sultrily, straddling his lap. "Lilac is your colour you know." He said, looking me up and down. "But I'd prefer it on the floor." He whispered as he leant forward to kiss my neck. My hands went straight to his hair and I moaned when he sucked on my sweetspot. "Si.." I whimpered. "Yeah baby" he hummed against my neck. "Do something" I said weakly. With that he picked me up from the backs of my legs and placed me down on his soft mattress. He slipped the robe off my shoulders to the floor and started unclipping the lingerie set, throwing it to the floor. "You did that a lot faster than what I thought you would" i giggled breathlessly. "I dont fuck around when I have the sexiest girl in the world laid infront of me" he said leaning down to kiss me hungrily. My hand went straight to his fading silver hair, while the other was tugging at his Calvin Kleins that he probably only had on for ten minutes. "Wait baby, its your birthday." He said, making a line of kisses from my cleavage to my panty line. "Si please" I said looking at him with desperation evident in my eyes. "Please what?" He said. "Please do something" he smiled and hooked his finger around the band of my thong, throwing it onto the other pile of lingerie he'd previously discarded. He spread my legs, grabbing onto my thighs before licking a stripe from the bottom of my core to my clit. "Fuck!" I said, propping myself up on my elbows and grabbing one of Simon's hands. He proceeded to suck at my clit which caused loud moaned to spill from my mouth, along with a string of cuss words and moans of Simons name. "Oh my god, Si!" I moaned just as I felt the knot tighten in my stomach I squeezed Simons hand. Just as I was about to release he pulled away with a smirk. I scowled at him. "Baby if you think I'm gonna let you come without me aswell you're so wrong" he said while reaching over to the bedside table drawer for a condom. He opened the packet with his teeth and rolled it onto his shaft before starting to line up. Then I got an idea. I flipped us over so I was on top, smirking down at my god of a boyfriend. "Hmm I could get used to this view" he said, gripping my waist. I smiled and kissed his lips while lining myself up and sliding down his shaft. "Oh my god." I heard him mutter has his grip tightened on my hips. I started moving ever so slightly, tipping my head back and moaning at the euphoric feeling. "Fucking hell y/n keep doing that" he grunted. I alternated between rotating my hips and bouncing up and down which drove Simon insane. He pulled me down into a passionate kiss as I felt his dick twitch and he let a throaty groan out. That noise and feeling was the reason that tipped me over the edge and came with him, collapsing on top of him afterwards. "Thankyou for today Simon" I said again, kissing his cheek. "You my gorgeous, are very welcome." He said as I rolled over next to him. He removed the condom as I fiddled with my gorgeous new necklace, cuddling into his side. "Im a lucky man" he said, kissing my head.

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Adoption (Sidney Crosby)

Authors note: Hi friends I am working on a third part for undeserving, but I’m lacking inspiration and this came to me a few days ago so I just went with it. Any inspiration would be very appreciated and enjoy! (This is pretty short and there's something wrong with the spacing)

You had always wanted kids no questions asked. Ever since you were a little girl you knew you wanted three, two boys and a girl. Everyone you knew got pregnant easily and without complications. You and Sidney had been married for two going on three years and the one question everyone asked was when were you going to have children. In Pittsburgh it was basically tradition to have big families and the captain wasn’t excluded.

“Babe I’m back!” You could hear Sid shout from the foyer.

“In here!” You yelled back from your spot at the kitchen table stories written by your kindergartens spread around you.

“Hey hun.” He greeted kissing you. “Hi hunny.” You responded watching as Sidney moved to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

“How was practice?”

"Good.” Sidney remained in the kitchen looking at something on the counter. “When did this come?” He held the baby shower invitation you had received in the mail from your cousin.

“This morning.” You went back to organizing your papers.

“Didn’t they just get married?”

“Mhm.” Your cousin had only been married for a short 5 months before announcing her pregnancy.

“Was it planned?” Sidney took the invitation from the counter and placed it on the fridge with a magnate.

“No.” Sid knew by your short responses that you wanted the conversation to be over or at least the subject changed.

“Do you want take out for dinner?”

You shook your head. “I can make something.”

“Remember when we first got married and I used to cook for you naked?” Sid smiled at the memory. It seemed like so long ago. You laughed clearing off the table.

“That was a good time, the food was subpar though.“

“That’s because half the time you never even let me finish making it before you jumped me.”

“I couldn’t help myself you looked so good.” You shrugged slapping his butt before opening up the fridge to get a drink. You found yourself staring at the purple and white invitation again.

“Hey.” Sidney’s voice was soft as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

“It’s not fair.” You didn’t anticipate for it to be hard to talk. You especially didnt intend for the tears that stung your eyes wanting so desperately to come out.

“I know.” Sidney kissed the side of your head. He took the tea our of your hand and placed it on the counter. “They didn’t even plan for this it just,” The words were stuck in your throat as more tears threatened to spill. “Happened.”

“I know.” was repeated again.

“We plan, we try, we want this and it doesn’t happen!” Your voice rose with each word. “Why does everyone get to have a baby, but us?” Sid wrapped his arms around you tight as you cried in his chest.

He let you ruin his shirt as he rocked you back and forth. He didn’t mind the snot stain as he kissed your forehead repeatedly. He wasn’t bothered that this wasn’t the first time you had cried about this, but rather he continued to whisper sweet things into your ear. Sidney picked you up and put you on the island and positioned himself so he was in between your legs.

“Look at me.” You sniffled and raised your head to look at your husband. “None of this is your fault.”

“But I’m the one who miscarried not you.” You reminded him of the incident that occurred nearly a year ago. “The doctor said it was me not you.”

“(Y/n) I don’t blame you for that, I don’t blame you for anything. You’re the one who said we were going to keep trying no matter what.”

“But it’s not working.”

“It will, I pushed dating off for so long so I could focus on hockey. You didnt give up though. Through everything you stuck with me. You knew we’d be together. I can’t even think of what life would be like if you hadn’t waited for me.“

“Waited for the best.” You attempted at a joke.

“sometimes waiting’s the best.”

“And we get to be great dog parents first.” You looked down at your dog on the floor.

“And we get to have a lot of practice at making the baby which is arguably the best part of having one.“

“Is it?”

“Absolutely.” Sidney leaned in to kiss you again.

“I do want take out.” You decided noticing how hungry you were. Sidney laughed at the moment you managed to break without much notice.

“You sure you don’t want want me to cook?” He took off his shirt and tossed it at your face.

“No I want you to take a shower.” You hopped off the counter and went to the drawer that had all of your take out menus.

“Join me?” The question had come from him after you placed the order for your favorite Thai place.

“The food will be here in 20 minutes.”

Sidney rolled his eyes “I can be done in 10.” He would never let a challenge pass.

“If we’re still in the shower when the delivery guy gets here, you’re answering the door.” You warned.

“Deal!” Sidney picked you up as you laughed and bounded up the stairs towards your bathroom.

The chorus of Castle On The Hill played throughout your car as you drove home from another long day of work. You had marker srains on your hands and aching feet.

“Hello.” You let your phone remain connected to the aux cord.

“Hi mrs. Crosby, this is Tessa Cooper.”

“Oh, hi Tessa.” You greeted your adoption worker. “How are you?”

“I’m good how about you?” Her voice carried throughout your car as you came to a stop at a red light.

“I’m good, long day.”

“Well its about to get a lot better.” You could hear the change in her voice. “All of the paperwork’s finished.” All of the air had left your body and your hands tightened around the steering wheel. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but that could only mean one thing.

“You mean-”

“Yes, you can bring the baby home when you’re ready.”

“She’s sleeping.” You whispered softly to Sidney from the backseat where you remained beside your little girl in her car seat.

“I’ll carry her in.” Sidney pulled in to your already crowded drive way.

Both of your families were in Pittsburgh for the Stanley Cup finals. You were all leaving the next day for Nashville for game 6. Sidney gently undid the clips and pulled the baby from her seat. You followed behind with all the bags. Sidney led the way to your front door and opened it allowing you to go first.

“Where is she?” Your mom jumped up from the stairs where she must’ve been waiting for you.

“Right here.” Sid moved so all of your family members that joined in the foyer could see your baby girl. “Everyone meet Emaline, Emmy for short.”

“Emmy.” Trina cooed. “She’s beautiful.”

Your mother stared. “You can hold her.” Sidney first handed Emmy off to your mom who then passed her to Trina. From there your little girl was passed from person to person each admiring her.

“You did good kiddo.” Your dad bumped your shoulder with his own after his turn holding Emmy.

“With the baby or with Sid?” You questioned your eyes trained on your husband who was now holding your daughter.

“Both.”

“Can you say let’s go daddy?” Taylor held on to Emmy bouncing her up and down.

“The best she can do is spit up.” You joked watching from your seat.

“She’s into it, her eyes haven’t left the ice.” Troy commented.

“She’s already a daddy’s girl.” Your mom laughed.

“Definitely.” You smiled despite the anxiety you had been feeling the whole game.

They needed to win this. You knew nothing would make Sidney happier then getting a baby and the cup in the same year. He had told you the night before that he wanted to win the cup for Emmy and as the game came to an end you knew that want would be fufilled. The cup was coming home to Pittsburgh and you didn’t hesitate to get on the ice to congratulate Sidney.

“You forgot Emmy.” He said after setting you down from the tight hug he had you in.

“Taylor has her, I was just so excited to see you!” You smiled up at him.

“Thank you.”

“for what? You’re the one who won the cup.”

“For being there, for every season, for helping and pushing me to do better and be better,” Sidney wrapped his arms around your waist. He made it easy to forget about everyone else around you. “For giving me the most beautiful daughter in the world.” Sidney dipped his head down so he could kiss you.

You gripped onto his jersey and savored the moment. His lips tasted like a mixture of sweat and Gatorade, but you didn’t care because you were proud of your husband. Your stanley cup winning husband.

“Can we get a picture of the family Sid?” A photography asked. Emmy was handed from Taylor to Sidney. You moved in close together and smiled for the camera before the entire family joined in for one big picture. “Perfect.” He smiled down at his camera thanking you guys.

“Emmy guess what your daddy is,“ you cooed to the 2 month year old. “A stanley cup champion.”

“Emmy guess what mommy’s daddy is,” Sidney repeated. “A stanley cup champion.”

“You’re so bad.” You laughed slapping his arm.

“You’re the one who can’t keep your hands off me.” You simply laughed again and continued to celebrate with the team.

Celebrating went on for many hours into the morning. Somewhere along the way your mom and dad took Emmy with them to bed. It was now 3 am as you and Sidney slowly walked down the hotel halls struggling to find your room. You had already searched two floors when you remembered yours was on the 10th floor.

You fell back onto the bed fully clothed. “I’m exhausted.”

“So am I.” Sidney confessed falling next to you. You reached down for your husband’s hand.

“you did it.”

“We did it.” He corrected.

You closed your eyes enjoying the silence. You weren’t certain you’d ever be able to have children, but if each time you adopted you’d get blessed with a child like Emmy it wouldn’t matter.

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The Journal of Life

(By: Abdul Fajad P. Ampat)

Finalizing my requirments on this subjecf is an touchfull things that I can't be graduate. And the facts is 50/50 that I can graduated along with the other students. And I hope that with my effert doing this requirements can make me stand up on stage and will graduate alongside with my friends. Passing of requirents is an easy task. But with my undescipline behaviour it is not. And I'm this situation that hoping that I will can graduate. One more thing, I've experience fun on this both subject the III and WI along my teacher Sir. jason Troy Bajar. You do really good job on teachings us your studengs. Thank you sir.

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#Grp1

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HUMSS FORUM

(By: Abdul Fajad P. Ampat)

Humss forum is a special day as a humnista. Listening to guest speakers on their experiences of they're struggles on how they make themselves in whta they are now. Listening to them is set of golas whta we students will do, on our future will be. It is like, set your dreams realistic and bring it to be your goal. Doing something will bring you to what will you be on the future. At some difficulties are still there but you have to do your best as you can and better you should.

#HUMSS12STTIMOTHY

#Grp1

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EXHIBIT EVENT

(By: Abdul Fajad P. Ampat)

Exihibit event is a first time ever do in NDMU CAMPUS. Doing thinhs and showcase our study per group and per section. In this event it highlights the good outputs and good studies that are recognized by the checkers. This event, is a kind of little bit problem for us 12 humanista because we have to be well prepared in everything matters that will come especially in checking of every studies. We have also to give oir best on defending our study in some point that there is some problem. But being part of it and first batch to be experience of this event here in NDMU is a good and well thing.

#HUMSS12STTIMOTHY

#Grp1

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Difficulties on Final Defense

(By: Abdul Fajad P. Ampat)

Final defense, is an terified moments of being a student when a study is needed to defend. It was nervous part of student who are contigent life of our grade in oral presentation defence. But in some point I talk to myself that I defend it. I have to be confident that I can defend our paper. I give all my effort to do well on our study, even thought at some not all are doing they're task of some of my members and that is to be expected. Not all, out of my five membera doing something to do the atudy. During the final defense, I feel so pressure because I really think that this is final and I have to do my best to present our paper. At some point I'm not sure if that our study have g a good output. Hence, to be expected there is the panelist to correct and guide us researchers to better in doing our outputs. Struggles are there but I have to accomplish my things. At least I had my new learnings on how to correct and do our paper.

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Seminar Forum on Press Freedom

(By: Abdul Fajad P. Ampat)

As a HUMSS Student, it is our field to know about the freedom and rights of every individual. During the seminar forum, its a great opportunity to me to be part of the session about the rights of us people to know about press freedom. Many people doesn't know about this press freedom but some know's about it but don't have a confidence to argue if they are not sure on what tk do. We are on democratic country, yes we are and we have the freedom to do anything but in regards with this called "freedom", we have also to set aside our limits on regrads to what is rights. We can critic everything, anyone but on our boundaries only. Its a great impact to me that I'm blessed that I'm one of the audience that give's an opportunity to learn more. I learned more about, we had a the right's to express our opinions without any fear as long as we need to defend our rights and freedomand within the boundaries.

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#Grp1

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Clearance week and struggle week.

(By: Abdul Fajad P. Ampat)

This is last req but an exhausting things to do. Every students have their own proble. And I'm one of those students. Mine is where to find money what to should I do accomplish everything listed on my clearance. The things is I have an financial problem on how can I go to busines office to sign my clearance. I almost late in accomplishing my clearance because can't my tuition. Both of my parent do somethings about. Just for me to exam. And this was difficult sight that I simply can't do for thus and I ashame of it.

#HUMSS12STTIMOTHY

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It was a great day to hear the words coming from professionals, job relating media about freedoms of speech. First, what is freedom? For me, freedom is something that an individual exercise without any hesitation or made by his or her decision. However, freedom is not freedom alone. Freedom is always synonymous with the term, RESPONSIBILITY. If you think that you can handle your actions after having decision-making whether the effect is either negative or in a positive, that is freedoms with responsibility.

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"THE EXHIBIT"

All the struggles, hardworks, and other complicated things we're done when we presented our Research presentation board during the Exhibit Week. A little bit excitement and nervous I have felt during that day because we are not totally prepare for that but with the help of my other groupmates, we managed it and presented well. After all that, during the day of awardings, we received a special award which is "Most Groomed Research Group" that is coming from our teacher, Mr. Jayson Troy Bajar, who facilitated all the way in the Exhibit Week.

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"THE FINAL DEFENSE"

This is it! The day has come. I felt nervous and little excitement for this moment because we have to defend our research paper. In the middle of the discussions, we interrupted because some of us could not provide or could not read because they didnt know about that so we urgely reading that together with ampat and ganit but we stopped (with angel) so that ampat would read continuously. I really afraid of what we have done and to the results but God is always there for us.

After all things that have done to us, we remain strong, and we uplift of being one another, because we want to Pass and most probably to Graduate. Hence, we were looking forward for another journey and having a lot of time to study just to finish our research for the final defense.

#HUMSSSTTIMOTHY

#GROUP01

#ESPANTOJSOnlineJournal12th

These week is very tiry for me because we have to do all those paper works that we have not done yet. We revised some chapters so that we can managed other paper works related to our subject. I am so sad because out of 5 members, me and ampat only revised the papers because some of my groups, I dont know what are they doing, but i said to myself that its okay, youre the leader of this group, you have to do this for your groupmates and even your future it is very helpful.

#HUMSS12STTIMOTHY

#GROUP01

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"Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."

- Nathaniel Hawthorne

Another journey, another life. That's always in my mind. But this time, another tiry day we had, but despites of being busy about our papers, our faith to God is still there, never been gone. I always pray that we will finish all these hardworks and we can go thru our journeys.

#HUMSS12STTIMOTHY

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"THE EXHIBIT"

The sound of motorcycles and vehicles woke me up I ask my roommate sitting in the chair beside me, what time is it? Then she told me that its already 6:50 am I immediately stand up and get ready for school. After A while I am ready for school its a big day for us because its our Exhibit day, the day that we will present our research paper to chosen individual to critic our work. I run to the muslah where my group mates are working to finish our presentation board. In the other hand our presentation started I am the one who keeps on talking and presenting our research to the visitors. Hence when the judges are coming I will call all my colleagues to help me. Furthermore the day was amazing Even I feel sick after everything I know my efforts are not wasted and its worth it.

#HUMSS12STTIMOTHY

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"THE FINAL DEFENSE"

This was one of my scariest and worst day, I feel so hopeless and unworthy. I am not confident to defend our work because I know there are plenty of things that needs to be checked and corrected. It was already 1:30 when the panel came and the defense started. I was trembling and out of my mind while standing there and answering the questions of the panelist. After the defense I was shellshocked of every word spoken by the panelist and it makes me cry. So I cry and cry but after a while, I smiled bitterly and whisper to the wind I can do this.

#HUMSS12STTIMOTHY

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It was a good day even i don't want to attend mY class this morning I just want to lay in my bed but I don't have a choice because its clearance day. The morning was just started but I feel so tired already. Im on my way to school to the gate specifically when I remember I forgot my clearance. After a while arrived to the room my classmates are all busy to comply all of our requirements. I went to the library and have some sleep there because we don't have class that time. After 10 minutes my alarm started to wake me so I stand up and walk to the respective places where I can have the needed signature. Moreover after all the hardships in walk there and everywhere I am finally done to my clearance.

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My day

The sky was salmon and started to smile at me it is another a tiredly day was the perfect explanation. I am scared, frustrated and depressed how can we finish our research. I walk and walk without any direction just thinking about our research paper. When finally I'm into my senses i realized that i was in the library so I run in the stairs and went to the computer laboratory. I saw Ampat and Sherwin revising our paper so I helped them. I went home in Isulan to refresh my mind when I received the message of sherwin that they need me. After an hour I was home my mom talk to me and told me your face is so unusual lala, what happened? I didn't answer and keep silent my mom ask me the same question and I finally answered her, mhe I think I cant graduate then I cried. She hugged me and ask me why I just cry. However my sister found out that the research paper was my problem so she ask me for the copy and told me don't worry I will revise it. She revise it but the paper sherwin passed for the prof read was not the revised paper. Furthermore we finish it and able to passed to our teacher even the deadline was already done.

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Last week February 22, 2019, a symposium was held with the theme “The Fight for Press Freedom Continues” with the help of the invited speakers from the Media and the other one is from the Commission on Human Rights Region 12. The symposium helped me to understand more about the importance of press freedom in our society especially in our government. At the same time, the symposium also gives an awareness not just for me as an individual but at the same time for us as a student on the issues that is happening around us. The symposium as stated in the theme “The Fight for Press Freedom” also comes for Responsible Freedom.

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-- invincibleDetective [ID] began bothering primadonnaTartuffe [PT] at 14:26 --

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JACK: Might need to demonstrate a little better. Only so much left to the imagination. *makes himself snort and plucks a donut hole up from the cup. Offers it out to her and chews.* 'Nut hole?

RYAN: *grins and takes it* im always a sucker for a good nut.

RYAN: the hole kind or otherwise.

JACK: Take your pick. They're frosting filled. *Having too much straight-faced fun here. He should probably be stopped.*

RYAN: *SNRK* id have them no other way??? *nibbles a donut hole.*

RYAN: thinly veiled sexual innuendo aside... whats up?

JACK: Nothing much. Having some coffee. Having a donut. *munch munch* Spoke with Finn yesterday.

JACK: He was... a little bent out of shape.

RYAN: *frowns, pausing before she speaks again.* is he alright?

JACK: I think so. He wasn't at first. But he's alright. *sips him coffee.* Did you want to order something?

RYAN: huh? oh right. ill get something in a second.

RYAN: what was bugging him?

JACK: Something about... not feeling like he was fit to look after Sofia. *blinks and frowns, looking much like his more somber self.* He was ready to take her to the adoption agency.

RYAN: whaaaat? *frowns too* man come on finn.

RYAN: hes great with her.

RYAN: and its pretty obvious she makes him really happy too.

JACK: Whatever the case... it was also pretty obvious he needed to sit down and reevaluate what he was doing.

JACK: Good thing he did. *mutters* He would have had a lot of regrets, otherwise.

RYAN: yeah... thats a relief. *shakes her head.*

RYAN: poor finn... always going through something.

JACK: But he always makes it through. *offers her a smile* Have you talked with him lately?

RYAN: oh yeah. i was at his place the other day to meet sofia. *kinda zones out thinking about it.*

JACK: What did you think of little miss Helen of Troy? *sips again*

RYAN: *laughs at the nickname.* i fucking adore her.

JACK: Of course you do. It's all a part of the ploy.

RYAN: hey... i know all about that.

RYAN: im plotting to take her under my wing. who better to teach her how to weaponize her good looks than her cool aunt ryan?

JACK: Well. I would nominate cool Uncle Jack but I think I'll settle with teaching her poker.

RYAN: *snickers* thats an important skill too.

JACK: I daresay the two skills are interchangable.

RYAN: we oughta team up then. ;)

JACK: *Oblivious to the actual winks but hears it in her tone of voice.* Good thing I've got the best of both worlds. At least, I like to think I do.

JACK: Confidence is the true power in this world.

RYAN: agreed.

RYAN: for what its worth i still think youre pretty damn handsome.

RYAN: just a little disheveled. *snrk*

RYAN: but hey. same. not that you can tell.

JACK: The hair seems to be working better for you though. *reaches a hand out to feel* May I?

RYAN: go for it. *leans towards him, definitely not blushing.*

JACK: *gently paps his hand in the air around her hair. Nodding as he gets a visual for the style.* Looking good.

JACK: It must be the face frame.

RYAN: oh thanks. *grinning to herself.* i kinda miss my long hair though.

JACK: How long have you had it short for? *smiling too and withdraws his hand. Feeling for his coffee again.* Any special reason?

RYAN: ah hmm... *her tone changes a little, like it's not the most comfortable subject for some reason.* ive been keepin it short for a little less than a year?

RYAN: *shrugs* no particular reason except... maintaining all that hair was like WAY too much work for me at the time.

RYAN: actually i got kinda frustrated and just.

RYAN: chopped it off. there it go.

JACK: Kind of the inverted reasoning behind my own hairstyle choice. *Listens to the change in her tone.* At some point, I stopped caring.

RYAN: hey it works for you too. even if i wanna take a comb to it. *manages to smile again.*

JACK: You aren't the first one. I hear it drives my dad batshit. *returns her smile in kind* It's the small victories.

RYAN: *laughs about that.* aww i miss your dad. i should drop in on the fam sometime...

RYAN: reminds me tho. i talked to rory the other day. *nibbles another donut hole.*

JACK: He's back in town already? I heard he was on Earth... lucky rascal.

JACK: What did he say?

RYAN: heeee...

RYAN: was informing me that someone was looking for me.

RYAN: ...

RYAN: my ex girlfriend.

RYAN: kinda came as some shock to me cuz i thought she was through with my ass lol.

JACK: *raises his eyebrows* That does sound shocking.

JACK: And for Rory of all people to come across her. The chances?

RYAN: its fucking weird. haha.

RYAN: i guess she just wants to make sure i havent fallen off the wagon or whatever. which is cool. not really her problem but yeah. its cool.

JACK: Have you spoken with her?

RYAN: mmm... nooo...

JACK: *Ryan...* Are you going to?

RYAN: *DEEPEST SIGH OF ALL* yeah... i gotta.

RYAN: its just awkward!! we didnt leave each other on the best note.

RYAN: and im kind of exhausted from all this reconciling shit.

RYAN: ive barely even scratched the surface though. like ive still got this extensive list of people i need to see and shit i need to talk about. bluh.

JACK: Not that I'm one to push another on making those kinds of decisions. *hums* I just hope it works out for you... once you get around to it.

JACK: But I know it's difficult.

RYAN: i mean... to be fair its worked out pretty well for me so far even if its emotionally taxing.

RYAN: its just... scary too.

RYAN: taking that first step.

JACK: You deserve to. *says with a nod. Taps the lid of his coffee.* And if anything... here's to hoping your ex understands.

RYAN: yeah... *glances at him.* heres hoping.

JACK: *tilts his head, wondering.* Do you want to talk about her?

RYAN: *seems a little surprised by the question.* not really.

RYAN: ... okay kind of.

JACK: Maybe you can drop her a message. Without necessarily speaking, face to face.

RYAN: that could work.

RYAN: it might piss her off though if she came all the way to skaia.

RYAN: not that its super inconvenient but still.

RYAN: i dunno.

RYAN: shes really grouchy lol.

JACK: What I mean to say is... it can be a process. Building up to a face-to-face encounter.

RYAN: yeah... guess that could work. *takes a deep breath, trying to rationalize.*

JACK: *drums his fingers against the table* Grouchy, huh.

RYAN: haha yeah. real attitude problem.

RYAN: but she was always looking after my ass even if she had to make remarks all the time.

RYAN: i think ive got a thing for sass.

JACK: *finds himself smiling again* And her name? Don't think you mentioned it.

RYAN: *stop that smiling... illegal.* oh yeah.

RYAN: its nona.

JACK: I can't believe it... *appears astonished* Your celebrity couple name is Rynona.

RYAN: *snorts* catchy huh?

RYAN: but like i said... she got fed up with my bullshit.

JACK: Maybe she doesn't see it that way.

RYAN: haha maybe? i dunno how else she would though.

RYAN: i was making her miserable. *stares down at the table*

JACK: *Hesitates. Wondering how qualified he actually was to give her talk to her on this particular topic. It had to go either one of two ways. Hyper-qualified, or severely underqualified. Fuck.* What you were going through... wasn't you. The way your mind was.

JACK: All of that's happened already. It's done. What you're left with now is a perspective... but not facts. Or the whole truth.

JACK: Just remember... Nona has the other half of the experience.

RYAN: *looks up at him, brows knit as she listens. there's a lot of emotion bubbling up remembering her experiences, remembering all the damage she did, and there's something bittersweet hearing this kind of reassurance from jack. she hopes he believes those things about himself, too. he seems pretty well put together from her perspective, which makes it a little easier to put her restless thoughts to bed when they're usually so adamant to convince her that her own illnesses were all that she was.*

RYAN: *she reaches over to take his hand, giving it a squeeze. she can't help the sniffles coming on, but it's a blessing he can't see her watery blood shot eyes. very attractive.* when did you get so smart? geez.

RYAN: *exhales* thanks jackie.

JACK: *Some melancholy feeling spreads in his chest with the nickname. He hadn't heard it in a while and coupled with the gentle squeeze of her hand, the feeling twists in his heart like a corkscrew. Awful but thankfully, present.* I just...

JACK: Had to stop living like I was. Letting myself think how I was.

JACK: I'm not smarter. Just more aware of the poison.

RYAN: *smooths her thumb over his hand. she doesn't want to let go.* im really proud of you.

JACK: *the sad twists persist* That's my line.

RYAN: heheh... i just straight up plagiarized you.

RYAN: you deserve to hear it too.

JACK: *He exhales, doing away with the impulse to disagree.* ...Thank you.

JACK: But it's not my ex we were gabbing about.

RYAN: well?? i mean?? *TECHNICALLY... she snickers a little, but then reality hits her again when it occurs to her this might be a good time to segue into other things she needs to talk to people about... she should at least bring it up. put it on the table where they all can see it.*

RYAN: ... um.

RYAN: hey... on the note of... hashing things out with folks...

RYAN: ... now probably isnt the time and here probably isnt the place but... do you think we could??

RYAN: well.

RYAN: you know...

RYAN: urgh. *DEEP BREATH.* can we talk about what happened between us?

RYAN: sometime?

JACK: *He's blind, Ryan. Every place looks the same to Jack. But still he blinks, acutely aware of their hands still touching. He would glance down at them if he could.* Talk about it... *echoes, feeling the uncertainty creeping on him.*

JACK: We can talk. Any time.

RYAN: *WELL SHE'S NOT BLIND. nor is she blind to the unease. it's difficult for her too.* any time??? okay... cool.

RYAN: thats good to know.

JACK: *Unconsciously, he feels his hand withdrawing again.* Sorry. I was just...

JACK: Never completely sure what I would say.

RYAN: yeah i mean... me neither. *feels him pulling away and awkwardly retracts her hand as well.*

RYAN: i just thought it might be... helpful? maybe.

RYAN: it might be helpful for me.

RYAN: but i dont know about you.

RYAN: ... i know were okay but theres still a lot weighing on my mind.

RYAN: there are a lot of...

RYAN: ????

RYAN: feelings?

RYAN: in my feeling place.

RYAN: ... for fucks sake.

JACK: *Despite his hesitation, he does nod. Chuckling weakly.* Feelings in the feeling place. An accurate way to describe it.

JACK: In all honesty, I'm not much better than you about it.

RYAN: *laughs too, nervously.* cool. in that case maybe we can like... flounder through the conversation together.

JACK: Ideally, that's how I would execute the thing.

RYAN: alright so weve got a game plan.

JACK: More or less. *sighs, trying not to let some stray thoughts snag him into a loop of things.* But...

JACK: You know I don't hold anything against you. Right? *frowns into some distance* Everything that happened... came out of the circumstance.

JACK: The timing was bad... everything... but the feelings were bad.

RYAN: i-- *swallows, her expression softening.* yeah i know.

RYAN: like... i /know/ but i guess i still... worry about it.

JACK: Why? *eyes flicker to her as if he can really see her for a second. But the look dissolves away soon enough.*

RYAN: *plays with the donut hole cup, shrugging. she didn't notice him looking at her.* sometimes i worry that im... too much for people to handle.

RYAN: when you were already going through so much.

RYAN: like realistically i know it wasnt my fault? we both had our shit.

RYAN: but i still wish i couldve helped more. i didnt wanna drag you down i wanted-- to work through it with you. *rubs at her eyes with her palm.* i dont feel that way very often?? even now.

RYAN: its... probably dumb to dwell on it. im trying not to.

JACK: *closes his eyes, letting himself card through the blink of memories. Anything he could remember in the dull, dreary haze he lived in before.* It's not dumb to dwell on it. I broke up with us... feeling as if I was fulfilling the failure I had set us out for.

JACK: It was wrong to enter the relationship like that. But I wanted so fucking desperately to feel like I could have something for myself. But I was wrong.

JACK: I never felt like I deserved you. So us... the relationship... was lost long before I could even let myself have it.

JACK: That was my mistake.

JACK: Not yours.

RYAN: *it's a lot to process, and she's quiet while she does so. it hurts to know she really had been shut out from the beginning, but it makes sense, and she knows as much as she wanted to open up to him too, she didn't know how.*

RYAN: jack...

RYAN: i still-- *swallows down her own words. rephrases.*

RYAN: i miss you.

JACK: *There's a tightness in his throat, but Jack doesn't let it get in the way of what he's trying to say. If anything, he smiles. Weary for the world.* I miss... being able to make you laugh just by being around.

JACK: If I'm nothing else. I'd like to be that again.

RYAN: *catches a couple tears that manage to fall, a watery laugh tumbling out of her.* of course you can baby. you always were.

RYAN: nothing could change the fact that you just...

RYAN: make me really happy.

JACK: Then I'm glad. *Effortlessly it seems, he finds her hand again.* I don't need anything else.

RYAN: *tangles her hand up in his, holding them up to her cheek for something to rest against. she shuts her eyes, making no attempt to stop her tears now.* me too.

JACK: *It's easier to focus on the stream of her tears than the well threatening to press from his own. But he lets his hand linger.* I can't say for sure. But you're probably smudging your make-up.

RYAN: *giggles softly, huffing a relieved sigh.* i dont care.

JACK: Fine by me.

JACK: Can't exactly tell the difference.

RYAN: *nuzzles against his hand.* if anything it adds to the recovering burn out aesthetic i got going on right now. you know im always a slut for Aesthetic.

JACK: Hey. Same here. *uses the free hand to skirt the shades onto himself.*

RYAN: hahah fuck. we look like we came out of a quentin tarantino movie or some shit.

JACK: Now that's what I call aesthetic. *sits there a moment contemplating.* Hm.

JACK: I wonder.

JACK: Did you go on many dates besides Nona?

RYAN: dates? nah... not really.

RYAN: fucked around plenty before her but uh.

RYAN: even with her we just kinda fell into it.

JACK: Bad to the bone. *but he sounds admiring.* Can't say I had the same luck.

JACK: Must have been the summer of crocs.

RYAN: oh jesus.

RYAN: please tell me that phase has passed.

JACK: It's hard to say. I don't know what my shoes look like nowadays.

RYAN: then you wont notice when i banish them to the shadow realm.

JACK: Unfortunately not.

RYAN: a win win for everybody. *grins*

RYAN: poor jackie tho... hes overdue for a hot date.

JACK: I'm just one guy. Living in a dark sexually frustrated world.

JACK: Surprised I made it this far.

RYAN: you cant even see the sexy babes all around you?? i cant being to imagine how difficult that must be.

RYAN: especially when the sexiest babe of them all is right in front of you.

JACK: With a voice that can raise the dead. *nods knowingly* Among other things.

JACK: This is the part where you sensually whisper, "Yard sard."

RYAN: fuck.

RYAN: do i make your yard sard????

JACK: My yard is apeshit bananas sard.

JACK: Here let me just... *takes out his comm...*

RYAN: *peeps over his shoulder curiously.* ... oh my god.

RYAN: so youre putting out a personal ad now huh?

JACK: Just as I suspected. *places the comm right at her.* Nothing.

RYAN: *TYPING WITH HER OTHER HAND* wow what a bummer.

RYAN: *snrks againt jack's shoulder at him teasing finn. a national pass time.*

JACK: *Honestly.* Finn is a national treasure.

RYAN: love that boy.

JACK: Gotta.

RYAN: *softly singing milkshake now.*

JACK: *snickering at all his own stupid jokes. An excellent use of his time.*

RYAN: *aww. he's so cute when he's smiling and having a good time. it's so nice to see. don't mind her if she just keeps admiring him while leaned against him.*

JACK: There's that. *stows the comm away in his shirt pocket.* Remind me to try again later.

RYAN: you got it.

RYAN: ill just have to keep you company until you can a response.

RYAN: **get?? wtf are my typos today

JACK: The ultimate wingman.

RYAN: im actually a really shitty wingman as i tend to draw all the attention to myself so... sorry in advance.

JACK: Wow. *sounds bemused*

JACK: I can safely say I did not see that coming.

RYAN: do you feel betrayed?

JACK: Envious. But I'm sure it's a sight to behold.

RYAN: *snorts.* if its any consolation im not really interested in bringing all the boys and girls to my yard right now.

RYAN: (test)

JACK: (( test ))

RYAN: (YE)

JACK: Well...

JACK: As they say.

JACK: More milkshake for you.

RYAN: *smirks at him* do they say that?

JACK: They're pretty wise for their age, I hear.

RYAN: well its a good saying. this milkshake is too tasty to share with just anybody tbh.

JACK: Write this on the reviews. That Jack Crocker remembered it fondly.

RYAN: oh yeah im sure you did. living in that dark sexually frustrated world of yours.

RYAN: very fondly.

JACK: In my defense. I have nothing else to use for comparison.

RYAN: do you need anything else? ;)

JACK: An ice pack. *he's so smug*

RYAN: you need a full blown cold shower.

RYAN: you know you really are repressed. we opened up this whole evening with nut holes.

JACK: You could say...

JACK: ...

JACK: We've come full circle.

RYAN: ...

RYAN: god.

RYAN: dammit.

JACK: *lowkey knifecat.jpeg*

RYAN: *snickers...* hey did you have any other plans for today?

JACK: Nothing that can't be rearranged or postponed.

JACK: Why do you ask?

RYAN: i was wondering if i could walk you back to your place... and just hang out there for a while?

JACK: That sounds like a plan. *starts to rise out of his chair* I think Sage recently bought a remastered copy of One Hundred and One Dalmations.

JACK: Let's break that in for her.

RYAN: ooh i like the sound of that. *stands with him, looping their arms.*

JACK: *lets her take the lead* Then we can go for some Dominos. The pizza and the tabletop game.

RYAN: youre just full of great ideas. *smiles, absolutely content as she leads him out of the coffee shop and back to his place.*

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some soupson about few thinghahahahahhaMorrisFucken stop nowi am really stupid to let you having power on melet me show you what i learn from youi am a fucking assholeand i will be a good onei will kill for youare you counter jihad style alsowe gonna figth together alonewith no lookerjust to trainpic pac poctic tac tocpetic petac petocArishi am the oposite of anonymousi am exibitionisthttps://vimeo.com/20297089the king is the 13https://vimeo.com/20060645Duncanchinese statement: you r dedi knowasiatic are with usDuncanyes but they lack the power to discerni dont care about who hate mei love allDuncanhate what isevilwe will help them...i know the powerfull side is our sidewe do more with nothing for nothingDuncanyes you must never forget thisi mix for kidi did for themi like to rule my rulei am uniquei thinkwe are all uniquebut tell me why they hate me all so muchthis is badeven if i am stupidDuncanbecause you lived where they diedthey suppose to love mei was sad beforebut i am in live adrenalini love adrenalini forget drugjust a weed huge joinDuncanyes i need weed alsoi did speed to train myselfArishi have use the amphetamin the right wayif not i will diewe need to stop themDuncanyou have made the correct choice where 99% fail using drugs correctlyslaughterhasten the revolution this is thesmartest choicehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlBWYD_fu-4Deadmau5 Studio Session Livestream HD 1/17/14For those who missed it we recorded the studio session of Deadmau5. 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HOW TO FOLLOW: http://www.abletonlivetechs.com/ https:/...youtube.comi like your control baseyou dont have enought screen and computerDuncanpower does not come from childish games...groovy uselessi dont know how to create musicmaybe i gonna be good at it alsodj is shit name for youyou are dji forgot the nameanywaycreation is the only we to performyou know i will be well know all over the worldthis is not my first choicei was thinking about a simple lifei dont belive in moneybutDuncantracks i have made: https://soundcloud.com/user-533630704-240129607after many year of starving and killing thingi will emerge for my familyyou are fastthanxi hate slow thingi dont like speedy thingbut my speed is higher then otheri dont floodi just create faster then people can understandi have idea i can forgot at alli see the futuri saw spaceshipi know this is for menot for other peoplethose voice in my head are good wisdomsbut i do my way and i dont listen like a puppeti do if its funny and speciali know i can kill anybody fast and furiousi am the most dangerous thing you knowmaybe youare like mebut if the cryptomusic take control over mei am not me anymorei ama royal gardroyaume de cieuxi forgot in englishi learn english because they ask me to dolife is for real assholeDuncanlisten: https://soundcloud.com/user-533630704-240129607doctor deathListen to doctor death | SoundCloud is an audio platform that lets you listen to what you love and share the sounds you create.soundcloud.comsorryi need many time of listening to catch the message insidelet me until tomorrow to be readyi likeif you ask my impressionyou are never badyou are alway goodi dont choose ordinary peoplei knew you will answer one day or an otherthis is for the tripi am not impress about youi respect youbut i think its better to be carefull about usyou gonna look stupid on my sideArishi know thati dont know how the thing gonna turni cant be see with youthey gonna be shyArishmy family gonna be under serious chocmy family need methey want respecti bring deshonor on them last 8 yearsi am surrouded by illuminatisand other secret societycopi am a witness in c-sonoreall assholei need to scare them seriouslyi play my role of french cabincr3w againthey kill the first aerithi use aerith name to scare themsorry i am listening your workand i follow the crypto plan insidei talk to much i knowtell me shut up mani moove to toronto sooni need some fresh airi dont want you hereanywaydo what you wantbut if you comebe hard and be visible for the whole towni dont believe in revangebut in this case this is not ordinary casewe are copsVous avez ajouté Jane Do.Vous avez ajouté Âkâsh Gâïkwâd.Vous avez ajouté Ashly Kalnins.Vous avez ajouté François Harvey.

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