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imagineaworlds · 4 years

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Nightmares and Tallies -- Poly!Bowers Gang

Written by: @desperately-bisexual

Request: “Hi! I was wondering if you could do a poly!Bowers x reader one shot where the reader has a nightmare and the guys are staying over at either Belch's or Vics and she heads over there?” — @kshinault2003

Warnings: description of rotting corpses, description of death, description of horror, angst, nightmares, weapons

Pairing: Poly!Bowers Gang x reader

Word Count: 1118

I jolted awake in my bed, quickly reaching for the light on the nightstand to my left. As the light filled my small room, I tried to shield my eyes and let them adjust for a moment while trying to catch my breath. It was just another nightmare, that’s what I had to keep telling myself. But it wasn’t just a nightmare, it was more like a memory.

I remembered being down in those sewers with the boys after the fat kid ran in there over the summer. Patrick and I were together, and I clutched a bat as he used his lighter and aerosol combination to light up the tunnels. It was eerily quiet, and I remembered wondering if the fat kid was gone or not. I wondered where the other boys were, and if they had found Henry’s dad’s knife.

When I offered up the idea of leaving to Patrick, that was when it happened. Suddenly, out of the shadows, appeared three young children, their flesh rotted by death. They approached us fast, their degrading teeth reaching for us. Patrick dropped his lighter, grabbed my hand, and we ran to where we thought the exit was. We kept running and running until we realized we must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Patrick and I froze, checking our surroundings for the children.

I held onto his arm tightly with one hand while the other clutched the baseball bat, “What was that?” I whispered.

Patrick shivered, “I don’t know.” He started pulling me in another direction, “Come on.”

We made haste trying to find our way through the terrifying sewers under Derry, but to no avail. As we ran into another dead end, a grate covering the rest of the tunnel, we sighed and went to take another pathway when we found our path suddenly blocked. A giant red balloon flew our way at an alarming pace, until it stopped just before us. The balloon grew and grew until it popped in our faces and we could see a man in a clown costume standing there. He lunged for us, but Patrick and I dove in opposite directions to avoid him. I managed to catch my footing and hit the clown on the head as hard as I could before running with Patrick again. I cried and prayed that the exit was somewhere near us because I didn’t want to die in a sewer without having said goodbye to the others.

I tried to shake the memory and nightmare off as I grabbed a jacket from my closet and headed out into the night. I walked all the way to Vic’s cabin just inside the tree line of the woods, knowing that the boys would likely be there. All I wanted was to see them, to hold them, and to know that they were safe. I knew that the Losers claimed to have killed the clown— or whatever it was— but they were just kids, what did they know about anything? I knew what Patrick and I saw in those sewers, and I knew that killing that clown wouldn’t have been an easy feat. But if the boys were safe, that was all I cared about.

When I arrived at the cabin, I saw a light on inside and knew that they were awake, even before I heard the music playing inside. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to let me in.

When the door opened, it was Henry with his dad’s knife in his hand. He relaxed when he saw my red face, “What are you doing here?”

“I had a nightmare,” I admitted, letting myself in. I fell onto the couch in the corner, laying my head on Vic’s shoulder, and he held me close. “I had nowhere else to go.”

Patrick sat next to me on the couch, “The sewers again?”

I nodded.

Henry stabbed the pong table with the tip of his father’s knife, letting it stand in the wood on its own, “I shouldn’t have let you go down there. That little fat bitch wasn’t worth it.” He started carving something, and I took notice that he was always carving something when I came to them after a nightmare. “Losing you wouldn’t have been worth it.”

Why was Henry talking like that? He didn’t lose me. And he never got all soppy like that. What was different with Henry Bowers? “But you didn’t. Patrick was there, he saved me,” I kissed Patrick’s cheek. Belch handed me a beer and sat on the floor in front of my feet. I took a swig and thanked him, trying to relax as they all comforted me.

I loved them because this was how they were with me… Outside, at school, or around town, we were looked at as these bullies, and we liked the fear and power because it made us feel invincible against the idiots in our town. But when it was just us, we could be whomever we wanted. Belch could be the softie who just wanted to cuddle, Vic could be the comforting shoulder when you needed a good cry, Patrick could be the understanding boyfriend who would use sex for anything, and Henry… Well, Henry Bowers was an oddity. It was true that he was different in private, like the rest of us, but he still struggled to show any real emotion with us. He never once had said, “I love you,” because he just wasn’t sure how. He used sex as his way of opening up to us, and that was good enough.

“What are you carving?” I finally inquired.

The boys all shared a glance then looked to the hard at work Henry who was still carving something with expertise and rage. “It’s nothing,” he insisted, which was a lie.

I stood and approached him, and though he tried to cover up his work, I still took note that they were tallies of something.

“What’s that for?” Belch asked before I could.

Henry sent him a glare before answering, “Every time they come here with a nightmare I mark it down.”

My brows scrunched, “Why?”

Henry huffed and set his knife down, “Because I was the one who told you two to go into the sewers, and now you can’t sleep because of it! It’s all my fault!”

I felt my heart sink before I kissed Henry, “What happened down there wasn’t your fault, Henry, do you hear me?” His head fell against my chest, and I caught him. “It’s no one’s fault.” I felt Patrick and Belch take my hands, and Vic rested his head on my shoulder. “We’re safe, and that’s all that matters.”

IT [2017] family: @madhatterweasley @peggy1999 @blu3-wine @polaroids @billyinabarrel @gorgeousdarkangel @bookofmurder9201 @mychemicalimagines @starryrevelations @marvelismylifffe @writersmacchiato @bloodyprincess22 @minigranger @alex--awesome--22 @multifandomgirl16 @qwerty103 @strangerpotternatural @destinylashayhart @radiantmcu @that-girl-named-alex @sydthesciencegirl @Lijgffvnj-/^* @crystalsfandomworld

#it #it 2017 #stephen king #it stephen king #stephen king IT #Henry Bowers #patrick hockstetter #vic criss #victor criss #belch huggins #bowers #bowers gang #poly!bowers

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parkerwhitmore · 3 years

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𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑵 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫 … a parker whitmore playlist

i. american idiot — green day; ii. normal fucking rockwell — lana del rey; iii. loser — beck; iv. let’s spend the night together — david bowie; v. the ballad of me and my friends — frank turner; vi. troublemaker — weezer; vii. the less i know the better — tame impala; viii. you! me! dancing! — los campesinos!; ix. walking on a dream — empire of the sun; x. no. 1 party anthem — arctic monkeys; xi. pork and beans — weezer; xii. cpr — the walnuts; xiii. take me out — franz ferdinand; xiv. ringtone — 100 gecs; xv. electric feel — mgmt; xvi. money machine — 100 gecs; xvii. you told the drunks i knew karate — zoey van goey; xviii. do you want to — franz ferdinand; xix. hand crushed by a mallet — 100 gecs; xx. compensating — amine; xxi. dumb bitchitis — yung cxreal; xxii. 25 bands and a gecco — 100 gecs; xxiii. smack a bitch — rico nasty; xxiv. blackjack — amine; xxv. say so — doja cat; xxvi. spiderwebs — no doubt; xxvii. dennis — roy blair; xxviii. money in the grave — drake; xxix. hey ya! — outkast; xxx. shine — amine; xxxi. 1, 2 many— luke combs;

( 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 )

american idiot — green day.

“don’t want to be an american idiot, one nation controlled by the media. information age of hysteria: it’s going out to idiot america.”

norman fucking rockwell — lana del rey.

“goddamn man child, you act like a kid even though you stand six-foot-two.”

loser — beck.

“and my time is a piece of wax: falling on a termite that’s choking on the splinters. soy un peredor. i’m a loser, baby, so why don’t you kill me? (gettin’ crazy with the cheese whiz!)”

let’s spend the night together — david bowie.

“i’m going red and my tongue’s getting tied. i’m off my head and my mouth’s getting dry, i’m high, but i try, try, try.”

the ballad of me and my friends — frank turner.

“and if you’re all about the destination, then take a fucking flight. we’re going nowhere slowly but we’re seeing all the sighs. and we’re definitely going to hell, but we’ll have all the best stories to tell!”

troublemaker — weezer.

“i’m such a mystery, as anyone can see, there isn’t anybody else exactly quite like me. and when it’s party time, like 1999, i’ll party by myself because i’m such a special guy.”

the less i know the better — tame impala.

“she said: ‘it’s not now or never, just wait ten years we’ll be together.’ i said: ‘better late the never, just don’t make me wait forever.’”

you! me! dancing! — los campesinos!.

“i always get confused, because at supermarkets, they turn the lights off when they want you to leave. but at discos, they turn them on. and it’s always sad to go, but it’s never that sad. because there’s only so many places you’re guaranteed on getting a hug when you leave. and on the way home, it always seems like a good idea to go paddling in the fountain. and that’s because it is a good idea. it’s like rousseau depicts man in a state of nature: we’re underdeveloped, we’re ignorant, we’re stupid but we’re happy.”

walking on a dream — empire of the sun.

“we are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it. always pushing up that hill, searching for the thrill of it. on and on and on we are calling out and out again. never looking down i’m just in awe of what’s in front of me. is it real now? when two people become one.”

no. 1 party anthem — arctic monkeys.

“and it seems as though, those lumps in your throat that you just swallowed have got you going: come on, come on, come on. come on, come on, come on: number one party anthem.”

pork and beans — weezer.

“i’m gonna do the things that i want to do, i ain’t got a thing to prove to you. i eat my candy with the pork and beans, excuse my manners if i make a scene. i ain’t gonna wear the clothes that you like, i’m fine and dandy with the me inside. one look in the mirror as i’m tickled pink: i don’t give a hoot about what you think.”

cpr — the walnuts.

“and when i start to move. it’s not me, it’s just one final, desperate twitch. and when i don’t come to, punch the air and curse you god but please know it’s not your fault. you did your best.”

take me out — franz ferdinand.

“so if you’re lonely: just know i’m here waiting for you. i’m just a cross-hair, i’m just a shot away from you. and if you leave here, you’ll leave me broken, shattered, i lie. i’m just a cross-hair, i’m just a shot, then we can die.”

ringtone — 100 gecs.

“my boy’s got his own ringtone, it’s the only one i know, it’s the only one i know. 27 missed calls, lighting up my cell phone. sending you text saying “call you when i get home.” taking off my work clothes, working in a cold one.”

electric feel — mgmt.

“all along the eastern shore, put your circuits in the sea. this is what the world is for, making electricity.”

money machine — 100 gecs.

“hey there pissbaby, you think you’re so fucking cool, huh? you think you’re so fucking tough? you talk a lot of big game for someone with such a small truck.”

you told the drunks i knew karate — zoey van goey.

“i am drunk and on a ladder, not the smartest way to start my night.”

do you want to — franz ferdinand.

“when i woke up tonight, i said: i’ve got to make somebody love me. got to make somebody love me. and now i know, now i know, now i know, i know that it’s you. you’re lucky, lucky, you’re so lucky.”

hand crushed by a mallet — 100 gecs.

“i was trying to find a way to kill time. i didn’t even get to tell you goodbye. i was trying to find a way to kill time. now you’re gone and i can never say goodbye. this feeling’s going to my head, i’m thinking things i should’ve said. you’ve circled me inside my room, i couldn’t go another day.”

2am — bear hands.

“i would never ask you to do something i wouldn’t do. i would never lose you, at least i’d never choose to. all your friends are sober, yeah we’re getting older.” / “making love is fine but all i want is to forget how old i am. nothing good happens past 2 am. i put the ball in your court, text me back, i want a full report, i want cash in hand.”

compensating — amine.

“i fucked up once again, and you know that i’m never too proud to beg. it’s hard to admit that i made my bed, but you know imma always wish you the best.”

dumb bitchitis — yung cxreal.

“i’m a dumb bitch, i ain’t done bitch. you better run bitch. ‘cause i got dumb bitchitis.”

25 bands and a gecco — 100 gecs.

“i’ve got 25 bands and a gecko, and i've got 25 cans of the pesto, and i've got 25 mans but they're dead though, and I've got 25 cans of the Red Bull.” / also. the dog bark solo. very parker.

smack a bitch — rico nasty.

“she hatin' 'cause i’m up, you can tell on her face. i been eating so much, i've been saying my grace. when the times was rough, i would look up and pray: thank god i ain't have to smack a bitch today .”

blackjack — amine.

“i’m too fly to fight, can’t afford my price. this a white tee, bitch bite me. i’m on the high, they on the low. you killin’ my vibe, get out my zone.”

say so — doja cat.

“day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment, i’d let you had I known it, why don't you say so? didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with, you got to keep me focused, you want it, say so.”

spiderwebs — no doubt.

“sorry i’m not home right now, i’m walking into spiderwebs, so leave a message and i’ll call you back. a likely story, but, leave a message and i’ll call you back. and it’s all your fault! i screen my phone calls.”

dennis — roy blair.

“if you knew how many songs, i'd sing on the roof above my dad's garage. i'd probably quit it, singin men in the parks till the sunset. it was Ramadan, neighbor's rules, played hide and seek, hid underneath the poly chairs downstairs, had a swing set on the tree above my window. don't know which way the wind blows.”

money in the grave — drake.

“it's a big gap between us in the game. in the next life, i'm tryna stay paid. when i die, put my money in the grave.”

hey ya! — outkast.

“now, what cooler than being cool? ice cold! i can't hear ya! i say what's, what's cooler than being cool? ice cold! alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright!”

shine — amine.

“i don’t wanna feel like i need ya. you’re a catch, but i’m not a receiver. i’m nervous what this might turn into, know my skin glows whenever i see you. that’s why i’m shining.”

1, 2 many — luke combs.

“there's no stoppin' me once i get goin'. put a can in my hand, man, i'm wide ass open. the tick-tock of that clock is like a time bomb. by half-past-ten, i’m half past tipsy. at quarter-to-twelve, man, i done had plenty. the countdown's on when the first beer hits me. 5-4-3-2-1 too many.”

#hshqtask007 #playlist #hshqgraphix #anyways this took all night please like it i need validation to survive

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misterbitches · 3 years

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Hello! @flootweed replying to the post from before. the long format was killing me. why does tumblr look like this...

I haven’t watched episode 8 yet...or have I? If it’s the most recent one. No.

Is the hornbill a bird? It probably is but I have a terrible memory and I’m dumb so. I skipped the last few weeks because I’m scawwed. How are you liking it? I did see someone say that the hornbill makes sense (without knowing what it is...at all) bc heart transplant patients only live like 5-15 years after but someone in those comments pointed out that he was so young when he got his and that’s pretty rare so he has a higher likelihood of survival. Frankly, this is the only way I will proceed. Since when did shows ever care about the heart transplant health? Never and it needs to stay that way!

What did we think of ep 6? LMAO. I need opinions! And omg it makes me feel special when I can point things out to people because I so...rarely get to LOL. Editing is like one of my favorite things ever so I can be super particular about it but I try to do the thing you do when you’re supposed to see if it works within its context. I’d like to go in with scissors and glue but alas.

THe mic covering....the rustling....it’s like guys...please. Ironically the audio today wasn’t great. I don’t know why. IDK if you watch c-dramas but I am not even sure what’s worse between them because they dub their dramas. But actually no it’s best to have the dubbing because even tho it is painful they have to put a lot of effort into it. LOL.

Right? @ Aey! It’s just weird if they would show us more about what he’s done instead of saying he’s done sth bad and not even explaining that....like you could even do some shitty exposition. I think if he is to be a true villain then we really need to be privvy. All the warnings make it seem like he’s a fuckin’ serial killer so when we get the scene of him at home it’s like....actually this is really serious? Maybe his pain is like...for a reason. Althought you won’t even TELL US WHAT HE’S DONE WRONG BESIDES BE JUST FUCKING WEIRD AND ANNOYING! So from what we have it’s just a realllllllll fucked up sad person lol. god i forgot about the dinner! and i totally agree. he really needs them to succeed. i like your theory because it would make the scene where he like blocks the twitter user make more sense. he also says they dont really know each other etc so it’s realllllyyyyy probable that he just sees it as a way out. if not then we shall pretend u wrote it :)

god yea i wouldnt say it is art but i also guess we technically have to since it is technically. in the way that technically performance artists are artists but mostly i uh technically ignore them. Also one of my fav BLs is called the best twins. If you do not know what it is I will not elaborate further.t

i want to know more abt poli sci majors lmao but they sound DRAMATIC/ hopefully most ppl in ur cohort arent losers!

hahahha i understand. there was just a thing on twitter about DSA and then the day before about reading discourse. the same thiings. over. and over. and over. and over. we are our own worst enemies but also our own best friends? but i hate tankies and that wont change. but hasan’s a decent guy. he said sth abt black ppl during biden’s primaries in GA or whatever and i was like chill. but he’s insecure and has adhd which means ur more open to being wrong and changing otherwise u will suffocate and die.

and totally about hiding fuck ups. i’ve tried really hard bc of organizing IRL to like...be honest, question, etc but also like...approach it naturally? because if you’re trying to be perfect and so worried you’ll fuck up you don’t realize that puts more stress on you, makes you seem like a robot, and could potentially not make you realize the mistkaes you made. also if we’re privileged in certain spaces there is just no possible way we won’t get something wrong. im light and i know that honestly any way to speak up on colorism is going to be difficult and that’s a space where i have power so i just have to figure it out. we should be uncomfortable because we have to sit with unpleasant feelings and sort through our own whatever. that just makes the next time even better and people can trust u more. i think some people sweat it sooo much or maybe they think their personal life and what theyve been through is more the norm? on the other hand people can be sf reactionary in the worst way and idk what their issue is. there was also a user who said sth very inch arresting about tankies which i thoroughly enjoyed (how like violent lefitsts or tankies / ppl who are like ooh a gun whatever just want to be violent in another space so they have shit tendencies from jump and nothing of substance which i think i agree with tbh fo ra lottttt of ppl. like their anger is actually like “no im about to beat that ass” instead of what we actually want to get done)

sort of in the same vein re: taking it easy...we coudl all be more understanding too. to slow it down like you mentioned about not being privvy to fucking eveyrthing and saying anything on our mind. i saw this person talk about y2k which was a huge deal while happening bc it was the turn of the millenium (bruh were u even alive?) but this twitter user grew up in a super super SUPER religious household and was like why do ppl make jokes about Y2K it was insanely traumatizing? though my first instinct was confused ive tried hard to like look more before i judge especially thanks to a friend of mine. turns out that with the further reading the more we found out he was just really traumatized; it was very common in religious households to be afraid of 2000. so we could have come at him with no understanding and he could have thought that everyone had the same experience with that year that he did. his feelings sit precedent though but i think it was just very hard for him to fathom.

i didnt reply bc he didnt need that and what could i have said? he’ll see what the truth is with exposure and unfortunately this was something he really did go through.

and that’s what makes most people think others could be over the top. because it sounded ridiculous but then it was this huge traumatic thing that we could have never known about. so maybe when someone sounds like actually crazy they have an explanation? of course some ppl are just batshit or annoying but that’s anywhere not just leftists it’ just means more i guess when a ~~librul is annoyed~ but it can be easy to want to make fun of ppl too. lmao. basically what i am saying is the internet? especially twitter? for leftists? in this economy? bitch it’s the wild west out here.

i am 29! idk if i said it or not. i am OLD u probably werent even born in the year i was talking about wah. i know not old-old or old at all but compared to you i’m due for a colonoscopy.

omg i hope u can get vaxxed soon! are you wfh rn? i hope ur also not in a bad state as in state state not state as in ur being :| bleh what a fucking time. it sucks that you have to fucking do work. well unless u like school. which i hope u do. i just assume everyone hates it cos i did lmao

was it the lindsay ellis drama? that bitch is dumb. if there was other drama oh wait the drama i was referring to it all happened on the same day. idk book twitter that well but i saw something from someone who was abt that shit and wowie! the american people are not that.....intelligent to put it lightly.

i’ll get better. ppl tell me they miss me and im like aw. i have insanellllyyy bad insomnia and a lot of stuff happened this year HOWEVER I SLEPT FOR TWO DAYS FOR 8 HOURS AT A REASONABLE TIME. im a new woman. anyways you too! i hope ur not too burnt out with school. we just dont know when the burnout is or we just dont know we are burnt out until we are. the panaramiciccici hit and all the things i was ignoring kind of just fell on me and sooo much happened at once. and frankly it’s hard to take care of ourselves. lord.

Like if you aren’t interested in expanding on the issue in a way that hasn’t been done before all you gotta do it like… spread resources and donate if you can. I dont see the point in having to say something about every issue especially if you (not at you specifically just in general) aren’t immediately impacted by the issue. Like is the 14 yr old white marxist named sarah on twitter really gonna have meaningful insight on anti-asian violence ?

this is part of why i cannot telecommunicate. i dont want to do shit on the internet. i am able bodied so i know that this time has been of such ease for other people. but mentally i just can’t. i don’t have a comment on hand like that and i hvae no desire to engage with ppl that way. i am a super super super solitary person but thats bc it’s MY time so when it’s like all this effort with other people i dont ever want to be alone. it’s the same with the way i approach filmmaking. it isnt a sole thing so i hate it not together. that’s part of how u can get so sucked in and repeat doom scrolling. i was in this webinar last may after [redacted] and this black woman prof said “read with a community and talk” because otherwise she said we are torturing ourselves. you can’t carry that weight all on your own. unfortunately i hate zoom, discord, slack, signal, whatsapp, facetime. you name it this panera has made it evi.. L

you make a really excellent point. i think the young young gen zers are really really just interesting because it’s like this whole new world for them with leftist politics and they just can’t grasp the horrors of the world and the kind of freedom being a leftist can bring. and so many people don’t grow out of it. those people so happen to be the “least productive” in terms of how much time they spend IRL withe these issues. naturally, younger kids are gonna have a harder time. they are not as mobile as well so the internet becomes this place. but then it’s this echo chamber. and many times just things posted without sources. and social media NEEDS that to exist.

i think of the irony of leftist kids on tik tok and while i am happy it’s reaching them it’s just....different. very different. the growth of social media is so good but also so fucking sad, it’s too much! i think the point about not writing everything is major. even i have to do this which is part of the disappearing.y ou need to detach and make sure your head is on straight again. but when you think eveyrone has to be privvy to every thought and you can’t just sit back....which twitter and social media doesn’t encourage. you have to join in. that’s often why when i have something to say it is dense because i don’t feel like repeating it. ever. lmao ust ever. i cant pay attn. social media is a fucking minefield for my brain u can get so lost in it and absorb it but once u start talking you may not be able to stop.

i think a big part of that is it not being a leisurely thing but sort of just in our lives always. this sounds like a grandpa rant but ykwim. We dont have to see the same thing over and over again. And eventually it gets sincerely diluted or its diluted bc of capitalism or whatever. Or if theyre very young or maybe they don’t have like the greatest way of sharing the knowledge? then it can be butchered. I hope this is making sense...i’m talking beyoond the boring surface-level milquetoast shit. i see really ahistorical stuff on there from leftists (like this thing about NK + africa and it being a beneficial rship as opposed to a um not beneficial one. and it isn’t. beneficial but this young black girl was talking abt it and noname rtd and i was like it’s just too complex. there’s no good/bad here just bc it’s not america. dont get me started on this.)

but Lol that was kinda off topic but I think what I meant in my last reply about not turning off the voice in my head is about when I consume media, not necessarily when I’m online talking about. Even if I have criticism for something, I’m usually pretty chill when consuming fandom content bc I think being serious online all the time is kinda boring. Like sometimes I’m analyzing theme and shit but really most of the time im memeing.

exactly.........gotta laugh. thats why sometimes im like i cant think lmao. unfrotunately i have been ARGUING with ppl on the internet for rly no reason when i could have replied to ur very nice fun wholesome message. i love torture. i miss memes.

“ i think the people who get the least enjoyment out of that are those so obsessed with getting upset with anyone thinking outside of their lines as if it equates to them “ EXACTLYYYYY

kekekekeke im glad u got it. it’s like with conservatives throwing around snowflake. now im beginning to question who the real complainers are.

LMAO exactlyyyy. i posted a screenshot of this writer from twitter saying that exact thing. Like first of all, I’m...an adult? and if you are as well uh? i’m sorry for you but are we 12? But how is it affecting u this viscerally? And if it does why dont u...do...research? pihgofuaipoajghou but honestly everything u said. we’re trained to go into it with nothing. i was only around ur age when i started to get more serious about this stuff but you’re like lightyears ahead of where i was at 21. did i say this but i’m in iww and literally i can tell u in 2016 i did not think 2019 me would be in a union bc i told my friend in a train station that we don’t need unions. i was 23...but the thing is i didnt know what i was talking about. at all. and i knew i didnt know and she knew i didnt know and now i am the clown.

also yes at critical engagement. i had to learn so much through experience and this is tuff that i coudlnt be shielded from. there’s an empathy you kinda have to develop and this understanding that you move through the world as this person who is “nowhere and everywhere; nothing and everything” so i’ve always had to think about things differently just to survive. that’s also what can drag a lot of people towards it like theres so many black kpop fans bc i think a lot of the pain in SK can be mirrored (sort of) through our history. and theres currently a history now but it had to be forged. uh what was my point oh yea however i wouldnt have been able to move further if i didnt have my background to go off of bc i knew something was off when i started getting into all these things (ill give u a hint) but if i had no prior knowledge and didnt have to think about it then the critical approach is either stale or stupid.

i had to research but i dont understand how ppl are so bold with little to no research and understanding? thhey just inherently know with also like ZERO experience in what they need experience in. engaging critically means “how i see the world” with dashes of trying to be open adn understanding or whatever. actually that’s another thing like being afraid of criticizing things bc theyre foreign to you so u give it a pass (like we discussed) but it doesnt hAVE TO BEEEE JUST REAAAAAD and then take all the info ur teensy brain and apply it. be a normal human being and dont be fucking rude and racist. thats it! u can complain abt literally anything without being a dick.

as we start with LW and end with LW.....what do we think (i asked this already) omg please share wbl thoughts i THINK i know what ur talking about. well it could be two things; their rship when they came back and the physicality and then pei shou yi. i almost dont even want to use my brain to fucking look at that. i think wbl can get away with more bc of visual~*~*~* reasons (like literally, the look of the show. there’s more space to get lost in the frames. many thai dramas are a lot more literal? this isn’t the right word but it’s very heavily character focused particularly bc of $ i think) though good production also underscores flaws so i am also wrong. but like do u know what i mean? u have to kinda focus on it? or maybe it’s just cos like.....ur so used to it in thai bl idek. i’ve seen tw bl ofc.

look i swear i will justify this forever bc there are some things we miss right but if u feel like someone’s a bad actor....theyre bad. it’s about tone movement etc etc etc and since most thai bl productions have 0 interest in that....well. they take these newbies and put them in these situations. we dont understand thai but if we see them and we’re like “wow this is really bad” then they’re bad lmao. IDC i will never be like cos idk what theyre saying NO WHY HE LOOK LIKE A ROBOT???????? DOES HE EMOTE? why is he CRYING WITH NO TEARS? and it’s not even a total requisite to cry with tears(i mean for me it is) but it’s just like what is happening on ur face right now young man????????

painful.

the inflection stuff is very valid ooh good point tho but that’s only a part of the piece. plus we get used to the way they communicate. like the ppl from sotus were prtty bad. i dont like that show but thats an ex of ppl liing the actors and the person i thought was better other ppl dont think that? well apparently hes a shitty guy but. um. so when theres decent acting its so glaring.

although i must say even tho i dont care for 2gether anymore and would never like to be reminded about its existence (only bc i just cringe lol) i honestly....didnt think bright was a bad actor? but people keep saying he is and i am much more inclined to believe them than myself. though i am not often dickmatized that could have been it. until he opened his mouth and ruined it and then i stopped paying attn.

although honestly i’m so much more critical than i could be positive. i have ben stumped for the last day about how i wasnt mad at his acting in the show. is it me? is it him? who’s......the wrong one.....(me)

oh shit they have been denied? i haven’t been paying attn to whats been going on recently. i just got into it on MDL because of snowdrop. sometimes i literally cannot engage bc ill just be like alright well im black so this power button in my head is going off when ppl talk abt that shit. back in the day when kpop jawns were saying some real outta pocket anti black shit (now everyone is slick with it) it’d always be THEY DONT HAVE GOOGLE THEYVE NEVER SEEN A BLACK PERSON but really it’s like no...maybe they are just racist? that’s ok too.

also the past 2 weeks have been um atrocious bc how fucking easily people fell into the pit of white supremacy and started to turn their ire towards black people and making a competition between our groups just like they wanted. it’s not about the women who are dead anymore, who were sex workers, their womanhood, being asian, being poor anymore. it’s about how much black people get attention and why people only pay attn to us. i am not feeling very generous this week for ppl to excuse that hsit.

on a lighter note, ppl say that abt the whole husband and wife thing. i dont know how to explain how angry that shit makes me but maybe it’s because i do not want to think of my body in relation to a fucking penis at all hours of the day. if bls could kindly not do that it would be nice lmao

yes there are a lot of those. who are only there to gawk lmao. and just idk worship bc of the cult of personality thing bc of how weird and open they have to be as actors. some of the others are people who /think/ theyre really smart (i think im asmart but i also think i am very dumb and i have adhd to prove that MEDICALLY!!!) but are actually not? or their observations arent great? or idk if they are they arent interesting? but i think well..........we have more refined palettes :P

jk also theres just different personalities. you and i mesh more bc we have a lot of the same beliefs and are coming from the same place. that makes it easier to understand as well. i really try to remember that but some people are really weird so. again just...the perception of certain things even down to acting skills. but i also dont like.......believe this genre can really do anything at all. on one hand i want them to do it right bc it’s a piece of work so they should. be proud of it. cos most things arent advancing us bc representation and culturalism are a lie bla bla. it’s just that when the depictions are negative or not done well it adds to the problem as opposed to the things that are well done are fairly benign and can’t really pull us back (perf example is the black panther film. i woudl definitely not say it was transgressive as a literal work but visually it’s just stunning. and it’s sad that it’s stunning and surprising but still with basically an all black cast of mostly dark people abd like what it means in the zeitgeist yes. it’s also just a good movie. but it’s still imperialist prop and unfortunately and this is fucking pathetic to say it “opened eyes” in other countries where they hate black ppl and ignore their own racialized minorities HENNYWAYSSSS a better ex is moonlight except moonlight isnt mainstream and is indie tho...still thru a funnel of capital bc a24 but who cares bleed the fuckers dry is my motto. my point is moonlight is both a great work and doesnt bring any failures to the table and its existence helps in ways outside of art but they arent the defining things giving us material advancement sooooo i mean it’s complex (this is my conclusion to everything um guys it’s complex)

er i had one more point in conjunction to above. oh yea so i like dont need all these extra things to make it progressive. like people really want more women in the show and i am honestly like i really dont. i dont want them to actively do this. if they cant do it naturally then let someone else do it. i am not asking for more bc i dont want it from them. when something comes along i embrace it but i do not see why women should be represented when the genre RELIES on patriarchy. there is no complete satisfying existence for the women in these series. i dont want it. i dont ask people to show us~*~* or respect~* like fuck no the people who make it make it and hopefully more will make it in the future but i will not beg bc THEY DONT WANT TO DO IT SO WOULD FORCING IT MAKE IT BETTER? just fucking leave them out entirely. that’s the answer if theyre gonna make nasty female characters then those bitches can geaux. we have other plcaes to be. booked. and. BUSY!

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yoongs-yoongi · 5 years

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Touch My Body Challenge.

Yoongi x Youtuber Reader

Warning: None just lots of fluff!

Summary: On your twitter you asked your viewers what they wanted to see you do in your next video. Majority of them requested the "Touch My Body Challenge.

A/N: Don’t mind me, just vacuuming out my drafts:)Any new content will be posted to my masterlist later.

"What's up Buttercups!" I exclaimed into the camera. "I hope you all are having a glorious day because I am not!"

My face fell into a straight face.

"You guys my day has been a disaster, when I tell you disaster I mean it. Oh ____ surely something good must have happened to you today. No squeaky, obnoxious viewer's voice, nothing good happened today. I don't wanna talk about it because I know I'm going to get mad all over again. I may talk about it later, maybe not." I shrugged.

"With that being said, let's get started!" I snapped my fingers and appeared in my living room.

"Now as you all can see by the title of this video I am doing the 'Touch My Body Challenge.' I was going to do it with my bestie, Kendra, but sadly she's out of town at the moment. No worries though, I found a substitute! Substitute! Get your butt in here!"

My kitchen door swung open and Yoongi came out stuffing his face with something from the content of my fridge. He sat down beside me in front of the camera.

"Is that my cheese stick?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said nonchalantly. I gaped at him, his very existence is annoyinng my soul. I eyed him as he continued to eat my last cheese stick. He noticed me staring.

"Whhaaaatttt?" He slightly laughed.

"Don't whhhaaattt me! You've eaten all my cheese sticks now. I didn't even have one!"

There was a long silence until Yoongi snickered. I hate that his smile is so contagious, I couldn't help but laugh too. I wasn't suppose to smile it was angry time. I've yet to meet somone who didn't smile when he did.

"It's not funny!" I whined.

"I'm sorry honey, you want the rest? He held the half eaten piece to my mouth.

"No, you heathen! Move!" I nudged his hand away, he kept repeating the word eat over and over. My viewers were gonna see a fight in a second.

"Quit!"

Yoongi laughed, stuffing his face with the rest of the cheesestick. "Who even eats a cheese stick like that?"

"What do you mean? There's a special way to eat a cheese stick?" He scrunched up his brow, chopping away. I wiped the corner of his mouth as a little drool escaped.

"Just forget it. We're off topic anway." I turned back to the camera. "As I was saying earlier you guys, Kendra's substitute is none other than my boyfriend, Min Yoongi! Introduce yourself." I loudly whispered the last part, still looking at the camera with a smile on my face.

Yoongi stared with a straight face until he looked at me still smiling at the camera. "You just did."

"I know I did. Your supposed to do it again though," I laughed fakely. Like I said, existence annoys my soul.

"Why do I have to do it again if you did it once. That's like fucking without a condom and when I get ready to nut I hurry to put the condom on. Pointless right? I was already in you ra-"

"Okay enough of that!" I put my hand over his mouth. The son of bitch licked it. "Ew!" I squealed, removing my hand.

He looked at the camera with a satisfied smirk. I growled lowly at and turned around to give my attention back to the camera as well.

"I want a divorce."

"We're not married."

"Well then hurry up and propose to me so we can get married, then I want a divorce."

He shook his head, "There's no such thing as divorce when you marry me. You're with me for life Bertha." He pecked my cheek.

"Who the hell is Bertha?" I turned sideways at him.

"I meant ____,” He smiled, cheekily. He wrapped his arm around.

"No go hug Bertha," I pushed him off.

"If you say so-ah!! Hahaha!" I pulled his ass back down beside me. "So violent."

"Violent won't be the word they write down when they find you and Bertha's mangled bodies.”Yoongi pecked the side of my mouth.

"Aw you're so cute. What word would they write down?"

"Barbaric." I nodded.

"That's a good one,"Yoongi nodded as well. "Thank you, I'm even going to wrap her body around yours like bow. Sorta like a present to the police."

He giggled, "So they'll be presenting their present to the judge?"

"Exactly."

Yoongi laughed harder. "We have such a weird relationship.”

“I know people always say they don't understand us. News flash, isn't meant for you to understand, if it were you'd be in the relationship too. Which is a deal breaker because we don't do poly relationships."

"Well actu-

"Do you want to die? I feel like you're dropping hints. I said what I said Johnathan!”

"Who the fuck is Johnathan?"

"Moving on!" I clapped. "The Touch My Body Challenge. For those of you that don't know how this game goes one person is blindfolded and touches a random part of their SO/friend's body. The person blindfolded then tries to guess what part of their SO/friend's they touched. You ready?"

"Yes. I wanna go first." Yoongi closes his eye and sticks his tongue out in a flicking motion.

"I have to blindfold you nasty," I reached for my sleeping mask off camera and placed it over his eye. I pushed his mouth closed, "You use your hands."

"Even better!" He took his two fingers and did the come here motion. "Yoongi!"

"Oh right my bad," He made it three. I slapped his chest.

"You’re gonna get my video taken down!”

"Okay, geez. I'll be good, lets play." He held up his pointer finger. I eyed him curiously then grabbed his hand. "Is there like set number you have to get right?"

"Umm I'm not sure. We can make one up if you want?"

"5 right and you win. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants for a whole day." He said, looking around blindfolded.

"Odd number, make it six."

"You just want to touch my body more." Yoongi smirked.

"With a knife, yes very much."

"Bloodplay, kinky." He licked his lips.

"Stop you horndog!" I shoved him. He laughed, "I'll be good. C'mon."

I grabbed his finger and made it touch my shoulder lightly. "Guess."

"Your shoulder."

"Cheater!"

He tore off the mask, "How did I cheat?"

"You saw me touch my shoulder with your finger! You don't get that point!" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"______ I did not cheat. There may be eyes on this thing but I can't see shit! Give me my point!"

I shook my head, "Nope."

"Where are you going?" I walked off camera with my arms still crossed. "To get something so I know you won't cheat."

I heard him sigh loudly followed by something falling. "Nothing broke!"

"I don't believe you cheater!" I yelled from my room. I looked all around for something I could put over his eyes. I could use my bath robe tie. No, that might fall off.

What can I use? I searched all over my room until I found my blue beanie. "Perfect!"

I ran down the steps and found Yoongi texting someone, "Who are we texting?" I grabbed his phone.

"My mom, she wants us to swing by later."

"Oh okay. I can tell her what a cheater her son is." I smiled, handing him back his phone.

"I didn't cheat. You did!"

"Anyways cheater. Put the mask back on, we're starting over."

He mumbled putting the sleeping mask back over his eyes. His mouth formed his natural pout, I couldn't resist even he is a cheater. I kissed his lips. They were much more soft today and pink, he must have been using the Rosey Lips Vaseline I got him. His lips get real chapped sometimes.

I pulled away, "One more!" He puckered his lips up again.

"Later." I giggled. I stood up and placed the beanie on and fixed it so it was over his eyes.

"Try and cheat now."

"I didn't cheat the first time." He held his finger back up. I shook my head and grabbed his finger. I lifted my shirt exposing my belly button. I made his finger touch it lightly.

"Your belly button." He said simply

I smacked my lips sitting back down, "Still think I'm cheating?"

"No." I grumbled.

"Good. The next one come on. Ouch!"

"Sorry didn't mean to squeeze so hard." I smirked.

"You did, you sore loser."

"I am not going to lose, you are."

"I know your body like I know the back of my hand."

"Please." I scoffed.

He was right, he did know my body like the back of his. He'd gotten all six right, we made a new rule that if we got tied then we didn't have to go through with the bet. We both had won technically.

Unfortunately, it doesn't look like I'll be winning. I only have two I got three wrong. I'm currently on my last try.

Yoongi pressed my finger to a part of his body. It felt really squishy. "What was it?”

I took a moment to guess. "Your nose?"

"Annnnnt! Wrong, which means I win!" He cheered.

"Ugh!!! What was it?" I said still blindfolded.

"My nipple."

"I was going to say nipple too! This is bunk!" I pouted like a child.

"Aww baby. Do you want another chance?"

"It wouldn't matter, I'd have three to your six."

He shrugged, "I'll be nice and make three of mine go away go. So we’ll be tied.”

“No no, you one fair and square. What are you gonna have me do?”

He smirked looking at the camera, “I can’t say. Don’t wanna get your video taken down.”

“You’re gross.”

Shrugging he said, “You asked.”

“Whatever. Alright you guys that’s it for this video, I hope you guys enjoyed it. If you did give it big thumbs up if you didn’t then still give a big thumbs up. The thumbs down button is broken! We’ll see you next time, byeeee!”

“I can say this. What I’m gonna have you do will envolve honey. Lots and lots of honey.”

“Oh my god.”

#bts min yoongi #bts #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #bts suga #bts fanfic #bts fluff #yoongi fluff

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faemytho · 7 years

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“get in loser, we’re going to disneyland.”

Lust pulled up in a shining red car, leaning out the window at Error walking on the sidewalk.

Error dropped his carefully crafted neutral expression for genuine surprise.

“i lEft yOu guys fOR what, fivE minutEs, and yOu stOlE a caR.”

Lust shrugged from the drivers seat.

“i also picked up Nightmare and his boyfriends, Blue and his boyfriends, and Death and his boyfriends.”

“sO what im hEaRing is, thERE’s nO ROOm in thE caR.”

“well, Sans and Outer are sharing the front seat, Nightmare’s got his hoes in his lap-”

“Lust you better watch your fuckin mouth.”

“shut up, Cross, you’re lucky i invited you. anyways, yeah, there’s no room in the car.”

“just climb in Lust’s lap, Error, come on, we’re wasting daylight.” Ink called from in the car.

“Ink, Lust is driving the car, he can’t do that.” Dream chided him, and Error pointed in Dream’s vague direction.

“Exactly, and nOnE Of us aRE gOing tO disnEyland, can wE EvEn pay tO gEt in.”

“who said shit about paying, Error? we stole a car, you goody two shoes.”

Error squinted and attempted to look in the car. He squinted at Horror, and then Dust.

“Oh my gOd, yOu bROught hORROR and dust. yOu’RE gOnna gEt kickEd Out.”

Lust rolled his eyes.

“duh, we brought Horror and Dust, I said we picked up Nightmare and his bitches didn’t I?”

Error tried not to just reach in the car strangle someone. Instead he craned his neck to stare at Outer and Sans.

“can yOu cOntROl yOuR bOyfRiEnd plEasE.”

“he’s your boyfriend too Error.”

“yeah i don’t see why we should try before you try.”

Looking back at Lust’s grin, Error sighed and muttered,

“wE’RE all gOnna diE.”

Not five minutes later found Error screaming in Lust’s lap as he floored the gas pedal and sent them roaring through the streets towards Disneyland.

~~~~

best thing ive ever written

by the way, the poly blobs were -death, geno, and dust -ink, blue, and dream -nightmare, cross and horror -error, lust, classic sans, and outer

poor dust didn’t even speak he was sending vibes towards error to just get in the car though

love u @gallifreyan-pal

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dasolution-ns · 4 years

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Going Down Hill

A Katie Hill slam fic by Da Solution

I was at a secret location in California where I was meeting with Kenny Heslep. He wanted to see me so that I can straighten out a terrible situation he was in. As you can probably tell by now if you have been following the news, the situation is that nasty, ugly bi-slut bitch named Katie Hill. She was found out about her illicit affairs with two staffers, but vehemently denies one of them, and then the two-faced hypocritical organization, known as the Democratic party, kicked her switchblade-ass out.

Here we were, sitting in a dimly-lit room not unlike those interrogation rooms that you see in movies and television. His face showed a combination of anger and hesitation. He knew as long as that swing set was on this earth, he will be nothing more than a humiliation. That’s why he came to me.

He was totally exasperated when he said, “I don’t know how those photos got leaked out. I thought we had our computers secure.” Actually I do. A few members of my crew, Team Solution, were paid by a right-wing group to hack their computer. It worked and we were able to get those photos of their shameful throuple threesome. However, he was totally clueless that we were behind it. The group paid us for the photos, and now he will pay us for her elimination. That’s what I call a win-win situation!

“Well, Kenny, that’s what you get for marrying a bi-slut. Trust me, those flaky-ass people are not worth it.”

He shook his head in rightful shame and said, “Oh boy, what the fuck did I just do?” He paused for a bit before continuing. “So are you gonna help me out?”

“Of course, you know my motto: If it’s a bi, then it must die!” Kenny said nothing. He simply smiled.

“Now tell me where she lives. Plus tell me where that other bi-slut bitch and that ugly ass dude she was secretly seeing live as well.”

Kenny thought for a moment before speaking again. “Knowing her, and knowing how much of a promiscuous bitch that she is, all three of them are the place right now, getting busy.”

To say that I was surprised was an understatement. “You mean as in now-now?”

“Yep, as in now-now.”

“Then I must get there now, I got no time to lose.”

Me and two members of Team Solution arrived at the place. I couldn’t bring the full crew because of time. The opportunity to finish that bitch off was so appealling, I was grinning from ear to ear.

I was able to easily break in the apartment, regardless of her having Ring, because Ring ain’t worth shit. It was a two-story apartment room, with a huge living room. This was a splendid apartment, one that couldn’t be covered by a congressman’s salary. Yeah, I said it, she’s crooked. While we hacked into the computer, we got financial records of her kickbacks, bribes, etc. As I was in the place, I heard some noises. It sounded like moaning and bed squeaks. I knew exactly where it was coming from.

As I got to the bedroom, I was going to bust the door down, but instead I decided to gently open the door and surprise the shit out of those sick-ass swing sets. When I got into the bedroom, my eyes were about to pop out in disgust. As Kenny predicted, all three of those fools were there. Katie, along with her fat, ugly, nasty snatch, Morgan Desjardins, and her ugly-ass boyfriend, Graham Kelly. He’s the one she denies having an affair with. Well, we all know now that’s some grade-A bullshit! And speaking of shit, they were in an anal-licking threesome act! Disgusting! These poly-promiscuous perverts are some nasty-ass deviants! It made me wanna hurl. It was bad enough that I had to see all three of them naked! About as disgusting as seeing Hope Solo’s loose lips! When they saw me, they were scared shit!

“Oh no, it’s you!” Katie peeped out.

“You god damn right!” I said in a menacing tone. It scared those horny bastards even more.

Her pussy pal, Morgan, let out a blood-curdling scream. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Then the fat, bloated, bi-slut, bitch started to cry, so I gave her the John McEnroe Special, a left-handed backhanded slap across the face.

“SHUT DA FUCK UP, BITCH!” That rug-muncher cried even more. Then another one of the losers was crying, but it wasn’t Katie…

“Bhahahahmmmm” cried a pathetic Graham. His goofy-looking ass was crying like the beta-cuck-bitch he is, so I treated him like a bitch, and gave him the John McEnroe Special as well. But I wasn’t done with his punk-ass yet. I then punched Graham in the face, sent him flying to the wall. He was now unconscious. Now I can focus on those cherries-and-bananas-eating bitches.

First I quickly punch that pig Katie right at her fish-and-sausage lips of hers. Then I kick that fat-slob, bi-slut bitch Morgan in the stomach. She went down in pain. That gave me time to grab something in my duffle bag. I grabbed a rock, then I turned and looked at those two bi-slut bitches with pure malice.

“So you two like to rock the three colours, correct?” The three colours I referring to is the bisexual flag.

“We rock it with pride!” said a proud and stupid Katie. That just brought a big smile on my face.

“Well I’m glad that you do, because I rock those who rock the three colours – with The Rock!” I pulled out The Rock and proceed to layeth the smacketh down on Morgan and Katie with it, just like what I did to that pedo-fag Afrika Bambaataa, right in their ugly faces. That’s what they get for rocking the three colours. Next I found a pendulum on the dresser. How fitting… I then proceed to smack the shit outta them with it.

“How do you two bi-sluts like that type of swinging?” I said following with a laugh, while they cried. The more they cried, the more I laughed. Then I noticed that Katie’s back was near the closet door, so I quickly speared her through the door and right into the closet, where she and her finger-friend belongs.

Eventually however, Graham became conscious again. As soon as I saw Graham getting up, I quickly gave him a side kick to the chest and he flew back to the wall. He was hurt and was crying in pain like the beta-bitch he is. Just to get him out of the way, I pulled out my Glock 17 9mm semi-automatic pistol and aimed it right at his chest. I pulled the trigger three times and he was no more. The two fence-jumpers were screaming in fear. It was going to be a foreshadowing of things to come for those two losers.

Now, the bedroom was a mess, with blood all over the place. I had to get out of there, so I brought those two flakes with me, while grabbing their throats. I saw the stairs, and was about to throw them down there, but something came in my mind. I grabbed a nearby glass vase and threw it down the stairs. Then I went ahead and put my foot up Katie’s flat, white, bi-slut ass, and she started tumbling down the stairs, screaming in agony with pieces of broken glass on her. Then I did the same with Morgan, putting my foot up her cellulite-infected chunky fat white ass.

While they were tumbling, I was giggling my ass off. What was the surprise part was that I almost had all of my foot up their asses, literally! Those nasty bi-slut bitches are so slutty and so whorish that their assholes are almost as wide as the Grand Canyon!

As they were lying on the floor with blood and tears, I came downstairs and dragged those bitches by the hair. I dragged them to the dining room. As soon as I got there, Katie opened her nasty mouth.

“You mother fucker! You despicable human being! You hateful bigot! I hope you burn in hell. I hope you…”

My response was simple. I faked a yawn. “Yawn… Tell me something I don’t know.”

She immediately shut up, knowing that her insults have no effect on me. I was near the dining room table, so I proceed to do my favourite activity, slamming those people through tables. I picked Katie up and power-bombed her nasty stank ass through the table. Then I picked Morgan up and showed her that my bi-bashing is different from the others, as I bashed her head against the wall, making a huge dent in the drywall.

After I was done, I knew now it was time to bring out The Solution. The Solution is a modified cricket-bat with a titanium core that has crossed-out flags of the gays and lesbians on one side, and a crossed-out flags of the bisexuals and transgenders on the other side. As soon as they saw it, they were shaking in fear and I was smiling in joy. I first started with Morgan, hitting her with bat’s Bisexual/Transgender side, aka the Bi-Slut/Transmutant side.

“This is for being a fat-bloated bi-slut bitch! CRACK!”

“And this is for eating Katie’s nasty snatch! CRACK!”

“And this is for being a French bi-slut! Fuck the French mother-fuckers! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!”

Then it was that disgraceful congresswoman in disgrace’s turn.

“This is for being a corrupt, shameless bi-slut bitch! CRACK!”

“And this is for being from California! CRACK!”

“And this is for being a fence-jumping, pendulum-swinging, three-colours-rocking, purple-loving, swing-set bi-slut bitch! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!”

Katie was beyond hurt at this point, so I didn’t have to worry about retaliation if I insulted her, but I did it anyway!

“No one’s going to save your nasty ass! Not your husband, not your pussy pal, not even Kyrsten Sinema bi-slut ass! Not Barney Frank’s pedo-fag ass, not Hiliary Clinton, and defiantly not the DNC.”

At this point they were bloody and battered, now it was time to finally cure them of their bisexuality: a bullet to the head.

I first pointed the gun at Morgan’s head. She still had enough energy to scream. “AAAAHHHH – POW!”

I didn’t let her finish her scream, but I didn’t want to deal with a headache. “Now you will finally shut da fuck up.” She was lying there, dead with eyes wide open. It was Katie’s turn to scream.

“NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!” She was getting hysterical and I was getting fed up with her annoying shit, so I punched the fuck outta her face, which I did multiple times, repeating a statement to her.

“FUCK – YOU – BI-SLUT, FUCK – YOU – BI-SLUT!”

Then I pulled her up by her hair only and pinned her against the wall. I had my Glock 17 right near her forehead. I saw the fear and surrender in her eyes. I was quite pleased to see her at that state.

“Well, flaky-floozy, your term on this Earth is about to come to an end now. But look at the bright side, I’m about to cure you of your bi-sluttiness!”

My left hand pulled the trigger, and the bullet went in and out of her head. She was no more.

There was one more thing I had to do. I pulled out an electric branding iron from my bag and heated it up. As soon as it was hot enough, I burned the words “BI-SLUT” on both Kate and Morgan’s forhead. Then I went up to where Graham was lying and burned “BETA BITCH” on his forehead.

After that, I was no more, as I slipped out of the apartment. While I was hiding, I saw the cops finally arrived at the building. I asked Mario, one of my crew members, to hand me the mini-rocket launcher. He did and I used it to blow up the group of police cars. Several police officers were killed, but hey, I wanted to go out with a bang!

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A few days later at a home in Arizona, I paid a visit to someone. After I knocked, I hid. The a middle-aged blonde woman came out. I quickly got out of my hiding spot and grabbed her why having my Glock 17 to her head.

“Well, hello there Kyrsten Sinema, it’s time that I straighten you out.” Her response was quite simple.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

THE MOTHER FUCKING END!

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King, Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beverly Marsh/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough/Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon/Ben Hanscom/Eddie Kaspbrak/Beverly Marsh/Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Eleven | Jane Hopper Additional Tags: lucas/max are background and mentions of dustin/suzie, also mentions of background nancy relationships, thats right bitches its poly losers time, poly losers club, or as i like to call it - the Lovers club, This starts off as a chat fic and slowly becomes not a chat fic, Richie Tozier and Mike Wheeler Are Twins, The Losers Club Love Each Other (IT), ooooh do i want to tag something thats kinda spoilery...., ill tag it later, Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris Are Best Friends, Soft Richie Tozier, he has emotions and a lot of them, Post-IT (2017), ive never seen chapter 2 but i know vague things that im going to ignore, Post-Stranger Things 3, but hopper is fine dont worry, the byers didnt move, and hopper is fine, Pennywise is His Own Warning (IT), Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Getting Together, so sorry about the amount of tags i tend to ramble, no beta we die like henry bowers did in this fic, ding dong the bitch is dead, there is a Lot of bevchie in this which was an exercise to write, because i have never written bevchie before, but im also incapable of not gravitating to streddie, so theyre there too and theyre in love, there is some minor homophobic language, but i will let you know which chapters use it, and i will add more tags if i think of any Summary:

It's been far too long since Richie and Mike have seen each other - but in that time, a lot has happened for both of them. Now as they reunite in Hawkins, and as their friend groups collide, how long can those dangerous secrets remain hidden? Has too much happened for them to be as close as they used to?

Can Richie ever have the serious conversation that he's been planning for weeks?

And most importantly...are their battles truly over?

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This Isn’t The DND Chat, Will

William the Wiseiam: Mike: i hate richie, hes annoying, i don't want him to visit William the Wiseiam: also Mike: texts richie for almost an hour, while i'm sitting in the room and can watch him go through a face journey at whatever richie is saying

The Cool One: drag him

Another one bites the Dustin: sassy will is my favorite will

Paladork: fuck all of you

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[Chapter Update. Not my work. Just a link to someone else’s work. All credit goes to the author]

#fic #poly losers club

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King, Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beverly Marsh/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough/Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon/Ben Hanscom/Eddie Kaspbrak/Beverly Marsh/Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Eleven | Jane Hopper Additional Tags: lucas/max are background and mentions of dustin/suzie, also mentions of background nancy relationships, thats right bitches its poly losers time, poly losers club, or as i like to call it - the Lovers club, This starts off as a chat fic and slowly becomes not a chat fic, Richie Tozier and Mike Wheeler Are Twins, The Losers Club Love Each Other (IT), ooooh do i want to tag something thats kinda spoilery...., ill tag it later, Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris Are Best Friends, Soft Richie Tozier, he has emotions and a lot of them, Post-IT (2017), ive never seen chapter 2 but i know vague things that im going to ignore, Post-Stranger Things 3, but hopper is fine dont worry, the byers didnt move, and hopper is fine, Pennywise is His Own Warning (IT), Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Getting Together, so sorry about the amount of tags i tend to ramble, no beta we die like henry bowers did in this fic, ding dong the bitch is dead, there is a Lot of bevchie in this which was an exercise to write, because i have never written bevchie before, but im also incapable of not gravitating to streddie, so theyre there too and theyre in love, there is some minor homophobic language, but i will let you know which chapters use it, and i will add more tags if i think of any Summary:

Can Richie ever have the serious conversation that he's been planning for weeks?

And most importantly...are their battles truly over?

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This Isn’t The DND Chat, Will

The Cool One: drag him

Another one bites the Dustin: sassy will is my favorite will

Paladork: fuck all of you

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[Chapter Update. Not my work. Just a link to someone else’s work. All credit goes to the author]

#fic

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poly-losers-club · 3 years

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King, Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beverly Marsh/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough/Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon/Ben Hanscom/Eddie Kaspbrak/Beverly Marsh/Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Eleven | Jane Hopper Additional Tags: lucas/max are background and mentions of dustin/suzie, also mentions of background nancy relationships, thats right bitches its poly losers time, poly losers club, or as i like to call it - the Lovers club, This starts off as a chat fic and slowly becomes not a chat fic, Richie Tozier and Mike Wheeler Are Twins, The Losers Club Love Each Other (IT), ooooh do i want to tag something thats kinda spoilery...., ill tag it later, Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris Are Best Friends, Soft Richie Tozier, he has emotions and a lot of them, Post-IT (2017), ive never seen chapter 2 but i know vague things that im going to ignore, Post-Stranger Things 3, but hopper is fine dont worry, the byers didnt move, and hopper is fine, Pennywise is His Own Warning (IT), Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Getting Together, so sorry about the amount of tags i tend to ramble, no beta we die like henry bowers did in this fic, ding dong the bitch is dead, there is a Lot of bevchie in this which was an exercise to write, because i have never written bevchie before, but im also incapable of not gravitating to streddie, so theyre there too and theyre in love, there is some minor homophobic language, but i will let you know which chapters use it, and i will add more tags if i think of any Summary:

Can Richie ever have the serious conversation that he's been planning for weeks?

And most importantly...are their battles truly over?

---------------------------------

This Isn’t The DND Chat, Will

The Cool One: drag him

Another one bites the Dustin: sassy will is my favorite will

Paladork: fuck all of you

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[Chapter Update. Not my work. Just a link to someone else’s work. All credit goes to the author]

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King, Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beverly Marsh/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough/Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon/Ben Hanscom/Eddie Kaspbrak/Beverly Marsh/Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Eleven | Jane Hopper Additional Tags: lucas/max are background and mentions of dustin/suzie, also mentions of background nancy relationships, thats right bitches its poly losers time, poly losers club, or as i like to call it - the Lovers club, This starts off as a chat fic and slowly becomes not a chat fic, Richie Tozier and Mike Wheeler Are Twins, The Losers Club Love Each Other (IT), ooooh do i want to tag something thats kinda spoilery...., ill tag it later, Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris Are Best Friends, Soft Richie Tozier, he has emotions and a lot of them, Post-IT (2017), ive never seen chapter 2 but i know vague things that im going to ignore, Post-Stranger Things 3, but hopper is fine dont worry, the byers didnt move, and hopper is fine, Pennywise is His Own Warning (IT), Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Getting Together, so sorry about the amount of tags i tend to ramble, no beta we die like henry bowers did in this fic, ding dong the bitch is dead, there is a Lot of bevchie in this which was an exercise to write, because i have never written bevchie before, but im also incapable of not gravitating to streddie, so theyre there too and theyre in love, there is some minor homophobic language, but i will let you know which chapters use it, and i will add more tags if i think of any Summary:

Can Richie ever have the serious conversation that he's been planning for weeks?

And most importantly...are their battles truly over?

---------------------------------

This Isn’t The DND Chat, Will

The Cool One: drag him

Another one bites the Dustin: sassy will is my favorite will

Paladork: fuck all of you

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[Chapter Update. Not my work. Just a link to someone else’s work. All credit goes to the author]

#fic #poly losers club

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A Wrecking Mess

Part of the Hell Down Under series by Da Solution

A Miley Cyrus slam fic

Here I am somewhere in the outbacks, probably a few kilometres away from Newcastle, New South Wales, where I heard that Miley Cyrus was here. She seem to have a thing for Aussies. I don’t know why, they’re a bunch of tossing assholes, besides the Aborigines. Being the daughter of a redneck country singer, and the total whoring bi-slut that she is, she needs to be straightened out and that’s why I’m here.

I brought my wife, Maxine Brewer, former member of D.E.B.S, with me since she wanted to get involved more and she also hates Miley with a passion. She also wanted to get to visit Australia again, saying that if Lucy Diamond, her arch-nemesis during her days of D.E.B.S, hates Australia, then it’s good for her. I hate Pussy Sapphire, I mean Lucy Diamond myself, enough to kill her and her partner off.

It wasn’t too hard, but I spotted her at a retreat in the outbacks. Expectedly, it was guarded. Unexpectedly, it wasn’t heavily guarded. I was surprised that someone as famous as she was would have such a skeleton crew for security, but no complaints, that just made my job easier :-D. Thus, I would not require Team Solution for this, me and Maxine should be good enough.

The place was a small, but inside was luxurious. I think it was an attempt for her to get “in touch with nature” and “in touch with herself.” All that is really bullshit, because those people like Miley are so out of touch, they can never be like the common man, and she’s a bi-slut, so she’ll always be confused. However, I bet that bi-slut bitch sure loves to touch herself…

As we were casing the area and planning our strategy to take out the guards, I saw Miley with her new sucker, I mean lover, Cody Simpson. They just came outside to sit and chill on their porch. Don’t worry, they’ll have an eternal chill when we get done with them.

“Look at that idiot. Grinning like he struck gold.” Maxine whispered. I chuckled, couldn’t laugh out loudly.

“Yeah, more like fool’s good.” I said. “The only thing that fool struck is some STD!” Now it was Maxine’s turn to laugh. After we laugh, I told Maxine, “we got to find a way to get in there. There isn’t a lot of guards here, so we should be able to take them out one by one. Just get your knife ready, so we don’t make any noise.”

However, Maxine disagreed. “Nah, I ain’t takin’ that chance. I say bring the other three who are nearby. Just in case if one of the guards do call backup.”

“Good point.” So I text to my main man, Steelz. He told me that backup was coming.

When backup arrived, we went ahead with the plan. I was able to take out three of the guards, while Maxine was able to take out two.

We were able to enter the retreat without any problems, because the retreat’s security ain’t worth shit, and it worth even less shit since all the guards are dead. However, as soon as we got in, we couldn’t find them.

“Where the fuck did they go?” Maxine said.

“I dunno.” I replied. However, it didn’t take long as Rico and Rachel came back with Cody and Miley with them.

“Hey boss, we saw these two running about 200 metres from here, we caught them.” Rico said.

I smiled at Rico. “That for getting them. I knew you were the right guy for the job.” Rico just smiled and said his thanks. They left, and that left us with those two losers. I was pissed at them.

“Thinking you can run away from me like that, huh? Well, imma fuck your bi-slut ass up like what I did to Katie Hill and Afrika Bambaataa, Miley. And that goes for you as well, Cody.”

Cody stepped up to me and said, “I bet you aren’t as tough as you think you are. I’ll take you on. Just me and you. No one else. Neither Miley nor your woman can pitch in. Besides, you only got a few minutes, I already called the police.”

That made me furious. Maxine already knew what to do in that situation, and she text Team Solution for backup.

Cody Simpson wanted to take me on one-on-one, which I find weird considering he was trying to run away from me. Nevertheless, I had no problems with that. That’s how I prefer it. He’s brave, but stupid.

“Sure.” I simply answered.

Before he could even move his shoulder, I punched him right in the face. Then I gave him a few ribs shots followed by a stunning left jab across the face. He was down, but not out. At the same time, Maxine was beating the shit outta that bi-slut bitch Miley.

When I got to Miley, she was already bloodied and beating. My woman did a number on that flaky, attention-seeking whoring bitch!

“Good job, honey. Now let me take over. Go and watch for the cops, I think Team Solution might need your help.”

She smiled. “Sure.”

Now it’s my turn to have fun with Miley. I noticed a glassed cabinet with her trophies and statues she have won. There were those of lesser prestigious awards, as the main ones are back in her home. The cabinet was locked, but I knew a way to get it to open… I smashed her face against the glass, and it shattered all over the place. I then proceed to grab every trophy, statue, plaque, whatever I can get my hands on in the cabinet and hit her with it.

I was about to do more to that sick-ass swing-set, Maxine came back. “There’s like 24 cop cars out there, and they’re planning to bring the ADF against you, since you’re consider a domestic terrorist. Oh shit, the Australian Defence Force is now involved, now we really need to get the fuck outta here! It’s one thing to bring in the cops, it’s another to bring in the armed forces!

With that in mind, I took out my gun and shot Cody a few times with my Glock 17. We made sure that Miley saw it by keeping her eyes wide open. Needless to say, she was devastated, and we were elated. We took Miley with us and narrowly escaped. That was a close call.

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A few hours later, we were at an abandoned building in Sydney, New South Wales. I had Miley’s hands tied behind her, with her mouth covered up. She can be a mouthy bitch as that swing-set kept on bitching throughout the rid, so I had to shut her up. She also fought along the way, so Maxine gave her a punch to the stomach, and that worked, for she was much more cooperative after that.

We we got into a room. I had some of my “toys” out for me to use. It included The Rock, The Solution, and the Pinochet Machine, and a parrilla used for torturing. And those weren’t the only thing in the room.

“Kaitlynn Carter! What the fuck!?”

Yep, we kidnapped her ex Pussy-pal and fellow bi-slut bitch herself, Kaitlynn Carter. She too was tied up.

“You bloody biphobic bastards! You won’t get away with your gay, lesbian, and bi-bashing for long!” Kaitlynn screamed at me.

“Oh spare me with the drama, bi-slut bitch! You betta shut da fuck up before I do it myself.”

“No! I won’t ‘shut da fuck up!’ I will make my voice loud enough so that someone will hear me and save up. I will… SMASH!”

I hit her with The Rock, a slightly-larger hand-sized rock used to rock those who likes to rock the three colors (bisexual flag), like Ms. Bi-Slut Miley and Konfused Kaitlyn. Those rudy poo jabronis will get the smackdown of their lives.

I was smashing her with The Rock while telling her to shut da fuck up in a rhymatic pattern.

“SHUT-DA-FUCK-UP! SHUT-DA-FUCK-UP!”

Her face looked like a messed-up pizza ate by a drunk. Now it’s Miley’s turn to know her role with The Rock. With her, I did the same thing that I did with carpet-muncher Kaitlyn, however I changed the words.

“DIE-YOU-BI-SLUT! DIE-YOU-BI-SLUT!”

Her face too was a total mess, but then again, it always did.

“Now I can focus on giving you the Rock Bottom.”

So I took The Rock and slammed her to the ground with The Rock in her face. Now they know that my bi-bashing is quite different… and painful!

Now in order for the parrilla to work effectively, you got to “soften up” the victim, and there’s no other weapon that can soften victims any better than The Solution. The Solution is a modified cricket bat with a titanium core, perfect to straightening out those people. It has crossed-out flags of the gays and lesbians on one side, and crossed-out flags of bisexuals and transgenders on the other. It’s the only bi-slut I can tolerate, since it also “swings both ways.” So I introduced it first to Kaitlyn.

“This is for being an New Englander cunt! CRACK!” “And this is for eating Miley’s STD-infested pussy! CRACK! “And this is for being a bad actress. I saw your shit on that sorry-ass show, The Hills, and you suck horse’s dick among other things! CRACK!” “And this is for being a nasty, ugly, confused, bi-slut ho! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!”

Then I focused my attention to Miley.

“This is for being Billy Ray Cyrus’s daughter… CRACK!” “And this is for having your ugly face all over Disney… CRACK!” “And this is for showing your slutty, flat-as-an-ironboard body all over TV… CRACK! “And this is for your sorry-ass music! That’s right, your singing voice is as flat as your ass! CRACK!” “And of course, this is for being a nasty, poly-promiscuous, bi-slut bitch! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!”

After that, I smiled for they were now “soft” enough for the parrilla. I turned my attention to Maxine and asked her if the parrilla is ready, she nodded.

“I got the wires set up, and we do have enough juice to light up the block.”

“Good, I let you take care of Miley, while I take care of Kaitlynn.”

Maxine got excited. “Goodie! I get to torture Miley!” I couldn’t help but smile when I saw my wife’s excitement. I wanted to torture Miley, but I got to let my wife have some fun as well.

So we strapped the two beef-and-pork-eating bitches to the metal frame, strapped them tight and then attached the picana to their sensitive areas. In the case of both Miley and Kaitlynn, that would be their Hope-Solo-sized pussy lips, cause neither have boobs. The metal frame intensifies the shock, while burning their backs as well.

As soon as we powered up the picana, we tortured the shit out of those two pendulums. They were screaming for their deal lives.

“AAAHHHHHHH!” They said collectively. Now that’s music to my ears!

After two hours of so of torturing them, I decided I had enough, so there was one more thing left to do: cure them. As I was about to pull out my Glock 17, someone’s phone had Miley’s “Wrecking Ball” as their ring tune. Found out it was Miley’s. That gave me an idea.

Okay, there are two endings to this. I will show each of the ending and you decide which one is the best.

Ending #1

We went to another area of Sydney where they were destroying old buildings. There was a crane with a wrecking ball attached. I smiled when I saw it. I decided to attache Kaitlynn first, by welding metal pieces to her arms and legs onto the wrecking ball. Then when I had enough speed and acceleration from the wrecking ball, I moved it so that it can hit the building, crushing Kaitlynn in the process.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Miley screamed as she watched her finger-friend crushed to death. It’s a bad day for her, as she watched two of her lovers die. It’s gonna get even worse for her because she’s next.

We attached her to the wrecking ball the same way we did for Kaitlynn. It didn’t help that blood and guts of Kaitlynn were still on the ball when we welded her onto it.

Afterwards, as I did with Kaitlynn, I got the wrecking ball swing fast enough so that when it did hit the building, she would die from it. As soon as I can, I aimed it to the building and Miley got flattened like an accordion. Funny enough, music from an accordion is more pleasing than her own.

Ending #2

The same building and the same crane as Example #1, however, this time Miley and Kaitlynn are attached to the building. They are about 5 metres apart. The building had already been partially wrecked, but there was about a 20 metre long wall of it remaining. That’s where we tied them up. I was gonna go and use the wrecking ball on them, but instead Maxine insisted that she does it. I smiled and let her take control.

She started from the edge of the wall, knocking it down, first from the left side, then from the right side. The wrecking ball was slowly creeping up to the degenerates as it kept on knocking out brick from the edged of the remaining wall. They were getting terrified as the wrecking ball was slowly coming to them. Maxine was torturing them and I liked it!

Eventually, the wall withered down to just 12 metres, and the bi-slut duo knew the end was coming for them. Maxine had the wrecking ball first aimed at Kaitlynn and she was smashed by it. Miley screamed in horror as she saw her smashed to pieces. However, we shouted in pleasure, as we finally got rid of Kaitlynn. Now it was Miley’s turn as Maxine aimed the wrecking ball right as Miley. She was done that instant.

Conclusion

Miley is dead, along with her ex and her stupid-ass boyfriend. All in all, me and Maxine are satisfied, and we took a short trip to a sparse area where they have the beach. Everything was fine, until we saw two Australian gay dudes holding hands. Without a hitch, I got out of my lounge chair and headed towards those two faggots. Looks like another situation to straighten out…

THE WRECKING END!

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