#that sucks for all the people who were going to the Atlanta show

[loveydoveylino]

Felix, I.N, and Lee Know tested positive for COVID on 7/2 exactly one day after my concert in Chicago and one day before their Atlanta concert that I was considering going to.

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

#THE TIMING #I just got back from the Chicago show on Friday #I loved it so much I was going to drive to the Atlanta show today if the ticket prices dropped #that sucks for all the people who were going to the Atlanta show #crazy how that could have / should have been my show anyway #Atlanta is the closest show to me but I chose to go to Chicago because I just wanted to visit #I’m thinking about how much time and money went into travel for me and how devastating that has to be to have your show canceled/postponed #felix i.n lee know feel better rest up ❤️‍🩹 #makes sense that jeongin and felix got sick since they haven’t had Covid before #it’s so easy to contract the first time #I’m feeling a lot of feelings #mostly grateful that I was able to enjoy my show and I will cherish that forever 🥹🥰💕 #I also feel so bad for all the kids. I know they want to give the best to stays and put their heart and soul into everything #they must be so upset but I really hope they’re not blaming themselves #they’re doing the responsible thing by calling off the shows to isolate - keep themselves their staff and everybody else safe #maybe somebody will do a vlive 😕 #this pandemic is sooooo draining #I’m gonna take today to catch up on their recent vlives and watch some Seungmin soft edits #I just want to stay in my SKZ feels for a little longer 💕

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : ME OR HER?

Triger warning : Somewhat racists comments

A/N: This will not have a second part, perhaps an Instagram AU but that’s it.

You were currently in Atlanta for Jack’s last US show, you’ve been joining him on the road since the tour started and it’s been amazing so far.

Well as amazing as having to turn another way when little remarks from his team would be thrown at you.

You were hardheaded, there was so much you could take, but that little thread was about to cut loose. 

You’ve been ignoring everything that was thrown your way, you’ve been sucking it up and turning a blind eye.

Jack, bless his soul, has a thing where he sees the good in everyone around him. He either doesn’t hear what is thrown your way, or he just decides to ignore it to avoid confrontation.

There was something in the air tonight though, and you can feel it. You just hope by the end of the night no one walks out handcuffed or with a bloody nose. 

“Look at you, are you going to solve a mystery tonight?” You say at Jack and notice his outfit for the night gives you Fred and Shaggy vibes from Scooby-Doo.

He comes up to you and wraps you in a hug. “Yea, that mystery is finding a way to get in between your legs, while I’m on stage.” 

You laugh “You’re such an idiot.” 

He pecks your lips real quick and pulls back “Yea, but I’m your idiot.”

You and Jack had met a couple of years ago in Miami through your friend Nicky Jam, and ever since, you two have been texting back and forth, hanging out in the down low. You’ve been together for almost a year now but never put a title to whatever it was you two had.

It was great at the beginning, no one but your best friends knew, and you enjoyed that very much. Until recently, he took you back to his hometown to meet his parents and his little brother and introduced you as his girlfriend.

He had also talked about moving in together but that was something you both had to sit down and decide if it’s what you really want so soon.

Although he always tells you he’s been sure about you since the first time he laid eyes on you- yes he’s a romantic, who would’ve thought. But he told you he was ready for the next two huge steps. 

When his tour started for his recent album, Come Home The Kids Miss You, he asked you to join him. It was fun but half way through it, there was a certain person who seemed to have something against you.

“So, when are you going to let me hear what you’ve been working on at the studio?’ Jack asks you, pulling you away from your thoughts.

You blush and shy away “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He raises his eyebrows “Now baby, I know you’re not lying to me because Nicky told me you two have been busy and that he’s impressed with your music.”

You smile “I’m just nervous, he said the song was ready to be put out, but I don’t think I want to, not right now anyway. I just want to enjoy being here with you and watch you do your thing.”

“I love you for that, but come on, this is what you wanted all those years ago, stop stalling and put it out already, I’m sure people will love it.”

He takes your head into his hands and makes you look up at him “Let me listen to it, and I’ll be brutally honest if that’s what you want. But if Nicky Jam is telling me you’re the next big thing for Latin Music, then I know your song is good.”

When you met Jack you were barely getting into your music, so he’s been asking you everyday to let him hear something from your upcoming album- your first album at that, but you’ve just been nervous to show him.

You nod “Let me work on some last adjustments to it and I promise to let you listen to it before it’s out.”

“That’s my girl, now come on, I want to love up on you before the show.” He says and pulls you along towards his dressing room, passing his team on the way.

“Ugh, why does he keep bringing her around?” Neelam asks Urban and Clay

“Bring who around?” Urban, Jack’s best friend asks from their spot on the couch.

“The little Mexican girl, she’s been tagging along for a while now.”

“Damn Nee, why’d you say it like that.?” Clay asks 

“Plus, that’s his girl, and he wanted her close.” Urban says.

Neelam then whips her head towards Urban so fast “What do you mean she’s his girl? Since when and why am I just finding out?”

Clay shrugs and scrolls through his phone “For a while, she’s met my parents and I think there’s plans for her to move in with him.”

She chuckles, “That doesn't mean anything, he takes every other girl back home.”

“This is different though, but why do you care so much?” Urban asks her, looking at her confused.

“Does she have anything going on for her? Is she always around because she doesn’t have money? Because I think I can find her a cleaning job around here.” 

Clay and Urban look at each other shocked that Neelam is even saying that “Yo, that’s a bit racist don’t you think?”

“No, that’s besides the point. Did she sign an NDA? Did Drama or Nickie give her one?”

“No, Jack didn’t want to, even though she’s said plenty of times that she doesn’t mind signing one.” Clay tells her getting annoyed, he gets up from the couch and looks at Neelam, “I don’t want to be rude to you, but you’re getting out of hand talking down on her, you’ve been doing it non stop, you don’t even know her.” he finishes and leaves.

“I agree with little bro, she’s heard you say things like this on numerous occasions and she decides not to call you out on it, that says a lot about her.” 

“Oh come on Urb, the only thing that says is she’s looking for a handout, that’s why she lets me get away with it. Any other person would've stepped up to me.” Neelam says 

Urban takes a deep breath and gets up to leave as well. “Maybe say it to her in front of Jack, let's see how that works for you.” 

Neelam then gets up and takes out a stack of papers from her bag. “You know what? Maybe I will after the show.” She says and marches her way towards Jack's dressing room.

“FUUCCCKKKKK.” Urban says to himself. 

*After the show* 

Jack was on a high, his adrenaline was on a roll and all he wanted to do was take a quick shower, get something to eat and spend time with you and in you. 

But as soon as he made his way backstage something in him knew that wasn’t going to happen. 

“All I’m saying is, you’re always around and I never see you pay for a thing. So that tells me everything I need to know. You’re here because he’s paying for you or paying you to be here. Therefore I need you to sign these papers.” He heard Neelam say to someone but he couldn’t see who since there was a circle of people around her. 

“I’ll sign the NDA, I have no problem with that. But don’t disrespect me.” Jack hears your soft voice and now that has him confused and on a different type of adrenaline.

The crowd consisted of Clay, Cope, Sunni, Drama and Ace Pro, all surrounding the girls. 

“What is going on?.” Jack asks them which causes all of them to turn his way.

He notices your eyes are watery and he can tell you’re also getting angry. 

He goes up to you “You okay baby?” 

You go to answer him but Neelam speaks first. “Oh she’s fine. You just need to tell her to sign this and she needs to go home for a few days until this is settled into the books.” 

“She’s not signing anything. If I wanted her too, she would’ve a long time ago.” Jack says.

“It’s ok, I’ll sign it.” You tell him and take the papers away from her and start reading through them. 

“Don’t look at me like that Jack, I’m doing this for you. You barely even know her and she has you acting dumb. Since when don’t you have your little friends sign? We’ve worked too hard for you to lose yourself to this little girl.” Neelam tells him.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you right now? Have you gone mad.?” He asks and looks at everyone else “I told you two where we stand, and I made myself clear I don’t want her signing a damn thing.” 

Drama shrugs “Hey I just got here when Nee started going off on her.”

“It doesn’t matter, you’re an idiot. Your career is rising and you decide now to get a girlfriend? Jack, there’s plenty of girls on the road who are more than willing to keep you company, but do not settle down now. If she’s what you’re looking for to keep you company, I’m pretty sure I can find you one that looks just like her in every hotel you’re staying at.” Neelam says 

“What? What does that even mean?” Jack asks, “I don’t know what brought this up, but this ends now.”

He looks at you and takes the papers away from you. “Let’s go.”

He starts pulling you away from everyone and while you’re walking you pass by a trash can and he tosses the papers inside and then turns to Neelam “Get them if you really want them.” 

“It's either me, or her Jack.” Neelam says 

You both stop to look at her “What?” 

She smiles “Me or her, plain and simple.”

“Are you out of your mind right now?.” 

“No, I just know what’s best for you.” She then looks at you “Let the adults talk, go clean up catering, it's what you do best.” 

You nod “You’ve been throwing racist words my way, one of them consists of saying all I’m good for is cleaning up. You don’t know me so stop.” 

“I don’t need to know you, I know girls like you. You’re just paying attention to him now that his career is rising, he’s more known. Obviously you want to ride off his fame. But I won’t let you, like I said, if you need a job, I can find you one. But stay away from him.” She says coming up to you now.

You smile “If you’d bother to get to know me, rather than having your head so far up his ass, you’d know I don’t need a job and I definitely don’t need him to succeed in life. All you want to do is throw shade my way and expect me not to say anything in return? I’ve held my tongue because of him.” 

“Bravo you actually have a backbone, but my comments towards you still stands.” She looks at Jack now. “I’ve been with you since you started, I know what’s best for you and your career. She’s not one of them. So again, it’s me or her.” 

“I’m not doing this with you.” Jack tells her 

“Jack, it’s not that easy, you’ve done this plenty of times, decide now, me or her. Because if you decide to stay with this-“ she points at you, “I’m out, I’m not staying for this shit.” 

“What is it that you don’t like about her? She makes me happy, she keeps me grounded. We’re good, so I don’t understand where this is all coming from out of nowhere.” He tells her.

“It’s not out of nowhere, I just simply don’t like her, never have, never will. Not when you two met three years ago, not now.” 

“Well you’ll have to suck it up because she’s not going anywhere.” 

Neelam looks surprised at his words “So you’re choosing her then?” 

“I’m not a child, I’m not doing this ultimatum bullshit.” He snaps at her 

“None of you are going to stand up for me? Tell him he’s messing up his career for little miss girl?” She asks Drama and Nick “You two were saying how she’s been distracting him, so grow a pair and tell him.” 

You’re getting annoyed at this point, you loved Jack, you did but this was getting out of hand and you don’t know if you can take it any longer. 

You look at Jack and notice he looks hurt and confused all together. You know this must be hard for him.

Yes, Neelam has been there alongside him through everything, since day one, so you know this must be hurting Jack more. 

You step aside from everyone and go towards the trash can and get the papers Jack had thrown in there not too long ago. 

You dig through your purse for a pen “Y/N what are you doing?” Jack asks you. 

You shake your head but don’t look at him and sign the papers “It’s ok.” You tell him. 

You turn towards where Neelam is at and give her the papers “I don’t need his money, I have that. You’d know that if you’ve taken at least five minutes to get to know me. Or if you’d actually done your job and searched me up.” You tell her.

You then go turn to Jack “She’s not going to stop, she’s been doing this for a while now. I rolled with it because I know how important she is to you.” You take in a deep breath “I would never make you choose between me or anyone, that’s just evil and childish. But something deep inside also tells me you’d choose her, which I understand completely as well and I don’t blame you for it. I blame her.” 

“What are you saying right now?.” He asks you, his tone a bit worried 

You take in a deep breath “I’m choosing for you.” you tell him sadly. 

He goes up to you, wraps his arms around you and places his forehead against yours. “No” he shakes his head. “I know what you’re doing and I’m not letting you.” 

You pull away from him “The papers are signed, I won’t tell anyone. The world will never know him and I had anything to do with one another.” you tell his team. 

“Y/N let’s talk about this in private, this is nonsense.” Jack says, trying to pull you towards him. 

“Oh my god, let her go Jack, she’s not even all that. She needs to go back to wherever she came from.” Neelam says 

You turn your head so fast towards her “Say that again, to my face.” You finally snapped and got closer to her. “You know what? No, I’m done, so fucking done. You preach online how being mean is so middle school, but you’re the meanest person around.” 

You turn to look at Jack “This shit is hurtful because I honestly believe she does want what’s best for you. But she’s coming at me sideways and wrongly at that. Yes, even when she continues to talk down on me, I’m being nice, that’s who I am. But I’m not taking it anymore. You’re meant for greatness and the world is going to be so lucky to witness you grow, I’m just sad I won’t be around to see that.” 

You tell him and and see he has tears in his eyes, you go up to him and leave a kiss on his cheek “You’ll do such amazing things superstar, I’m sure of it. Take care yeah?” You tell him in a low voice so only he can hear you. 

You don’t even give him a chance to react or say anything. You just pull away and walk away from him, and he lets you. 

He knows you won’t come back.

He knows he should’ve went after you.

He knows he should’ve stood up to Neelam. 

But most importantly, he knows he won’t ever be the same. 

He let you go, and the little box inside his pocket reminds him of what could have been.

********** 

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[hoodharlow]

Just Us

AN: Miriam is in her groupie era 😌😌😌 and Jack and Miriam found out about something that happened four years ago

Requested? No

Warnings: mentions of Sydney Sweeney and allusions to smut

Word Count: 3.9k words

"I can't believe this is the first time you fly me in first class." Miriam told Jack as she settled in her window seat. 

"This isn't first class. We're in business class." He said, sitting next to her in the aisle. 

"Oh that explains a lot," she mumbled, unimpressed at the seating. 

Jack and Miriam were currently boarding a flight from Sydney to Melbourne. Miriam had finally finished filming and joined Jack down unda for his Australia and New Zealand shows. She had a few weeks off before she went to Atlanta to go film a mini series with Aaron Taylor Johnson. She auditioned for the role back in May and didn't get a response until a few days ago. Her mom was also cast and was going to play her mom. Miriam was excited because she always wanted to work with her mom. Even if their characters don't have the greatest bond. 

"I like these." Jack commented, bringing her hand up to inspect her nails. "When did you get them done?"

Miriam gave him an unamused look and pulled her hand back. Jack knew when she got them done, he was on facetime with her the entire time. 

After she finished filming, she made a stop in New York before heading to meet up with him in Paris because they were flying from there to Dubai to Perth, Australia. In New York she met up with her nail girl, who apparently was also Jack's nail tech before the couple even met, and got her nails done. She decided on getting a nude almond-shaped nails with black, white and grey swirls. It had been months since she got acrylics. She had a month off before filming and wasn't going to be doing anything too demanding. 

She also got some blonde highlights for shits and giggles. What she wasn't expecting for them to cause so much controversy. When she landed in Paris she went straight to where Jack was performing. People filmed them hugging, not knowing it was her, and quickly assumed Jack was cheating. The crowd was split fifty-fifty when it was time for him to go on stage, half getting into his performance and the other half not happy to be there. It wasn't until the following morning that everyone saw why people were upset. All the gossip sites ran with the story so Miriam posted a selfie with 'in my Shakira in the La Tortura mv era' because her hair resembled Shakira's hair in that music video to her Instagram Stories. On her actual Instagram, she posted with Urban, photoshopping them over the Olsen Twins in a picture of their movie 'Passport to Paris' poster because he was the only close to her hair color. 

"You swear you haven't seen them wrapped around your dick the last few days." She said, opening her Mrs Fields cookie tin. 

She was at a small shop in the airport and bought the largest size box. Those were her favorite cookies, besides the ones Claudia makes for her. In her opinion, they could give Crumbl a run for their money. 

"Not gonna lie, I'm still getting used to your hair and I was trying not to think that it reminded me of Urb's hair from a few years ago." He said, biting into a M&Ms cookie. 

"You're thinking of your best friend while I'm sucking you off?" Miriam made a grossed out face. 

An elderly woman gave them a judgmental scoff as she walked past them after hearing Miriam. Jack snorted, making Miriam roll her eyes at him. 

The flight was roughly two hours long. They, Jack and Miriam, The Homies (who were touring with Jack) and their respective teams landed around noon. They waited until the other people in flight got off to get off. They went through a separate way to get to baggage claim. Once they went through airport security and everything else, they were in a shuttle bus en route to the hotel they were staying at for the next three days. 

Miriam was texting her parents to check in as her and Jack rode the elevator to their suite. Even after moving out, her parents insisted on knowing wherever she went and needed constant updates from her. She would have called but the time zones still confused her so she sent them a text in case it was the middle of the night. 

"You sure you don't wanna go see Aitch right?" Jack asked as the doors opened to their floor. 

Like Jack, Aitch, his British rapper friend, was also doing festival shows and concerts down in Australia and New Zealand. He had a show in Melbourne tonight and after his show, Aitch was having an after party. He invited Jack and co a few days ago when they were in Sydney for Splendour in the Grass. Urban and the guys agreed, but Jack was still undecided which meant so was Miriam. 

"I'm following you around. If you wanna see him, we can go. If you don't wanna see him, then we don't have to." Miriam said, taking the keycard out from inside her phone case. 

"Good because I'm taking you out." He nodded, holding the door open for her to go in first. 

He had already booked a private tour at an art museum and a private dinner for them at the hotel's rooftop. The hotel had an igloo dining feature since it was winter time in Australia. It was for them to celebrate their one year anniversary. They never agreed on an exact date, but they became an official couple some time in late July of last year. One thing they agreed on was that they've been exclusive to each other the second they met. Jack wanted to do something nice for Miriam because she deserved it and because they haven't had alone time in a long time. 

"Where are we going?" She asked him curiously. 

"Damn, I can't surprise you?" 

"I mean yeah, but I just wanted to know if we were going to be outside." Miriam said, shrugging off one of Jack's many winter coats.

She had been living off his suitcases because she didn't believe Claudia when she told her that Australia and New Zealand were actually cold between June through September. Miriam genuinely thought it was going to be similar to Florida in the winter and packed a lot of summer clothes. When she landed in Perth she was shocked that it was cold like in San Francisco. Luckily she did some shopping in Sydney and got some basics like leggings, jeans, and a few long sleeves. 

"We're gonna be indoors then we'll be outdoors." He said hugging her from behind. He kisser her neck, dry humping her as he said, "Then my dick is gonna be in and outta you."

*

Miriam’s feet were killing her. She had the genius idea of wearing six inch Christian Louboutin strappy heels to a museum where she and Jack got a three hour tour of the entire museum that was the size of a mall. In her defense it was the only pair of shoes that went with her outfit. 

She wore a black with clusters of small red flowers bustier and skirt set that had came with fingerless gloves that went up passes her elbows. The set was originally an ill-fitting maxi dress that was very loose in the chest area when Miriam bought it. She altered it herself creating a fitted cropped bustier and maxi skirt that went with her height. With the fabric she cut off, she made the long fingerless gloves. 

"This concludes our tour, I hope you enjoyed it." The tour guide told Jack and Miriam. 

"We did thanks." Jack smiled at them. 

The tour guide led them to the entrance and thanked them once more. Miriam sat in the nearest chair and sighed contently. 

"You good?" Jack asked her. 

"No, my feet hurt from all that walking." She pouted. 

"Who told you to wear them to this?" He asked.

"Certainly not you because you wouldn't even tell me where we were going." She muttered. 

"I'mma order an Uber then get our coats." He said, typing away on his phone. 

Miriam nodded and handed him the two slips the coat person gave them when they checked in their coats. She was twisting in her seat, cracking her back, when she realized she was sitting in front of the gift shop. She quickly got up and texted Jack that she went inside the gift shop. 

She loved buying books from museums or places she's been to. She also collected a bunch of fashion history books. Miriam just loved having them around her house. Not only for aesthetic purposes but also because she loved immersing herself in them and learning. 

She found the main one for the museum and several other ones from specific exhibitions. She also grabbed a few books about plants, animals, and flowers. She paid and nearly ran into Jack at the entrance. 

"All set?" He asked her, taking the bag so she could put on her giant coat.

"Yeah," she nodded, zipping her coat all the way up to her chin. 

"Our uber is three minutes out." Jack said, reaching for her hand. 

They exited the museum and stood in the pick up area. Not long after a black SUV pulled up. Jack approached the car and asked who they were here for. When the driver answered with his name, he motioned Miriam to go in. 

She leaned her head against his shoulder and read an email her mom sent her while her and Jack were on their tour. She clicked on the attachment. It was a draft of an article Sydney Sweeney did for the Hollywood Reporter for her Emmy nominations. A lot of actors do interviews after getting nominated as part of an Emmy campaign to get the academy to vote for them. Miriam also got nominated for her role in the mini series she did with Jenna Ortega, but she wasn't doing any Emmy campaigns. She was just honored to be nominated. 

Miriam skimmed the article, rolling her eyes where Sydney defended Cassie for fucking her best friends abuser. Her eyes landed on a paragraph where Sydney talked about how it's unfair about people having connections being able to walk in while she had been busting her ass for years. She went on talking about how she isn't privileged enough to take six months off from working to travel with her rapper boyfriend like a certain actress who looks like her mom. Sydney went on about this certain actress for a few more paragraphs, shaming her for coming from a rich family, but ended with her being happy that she actually got a role her and the certain actress were auditioning for. 

Miriam frowned. There's no way Sydney was talking about her. Sure she fit most of the criteria and they both auditioned for a role that went to the blonde actress. But why did Sydney even mention her? Miriam literally minded her business and knew her place when it came to auditions. She was fully aware and acknowledged the privilege she had because of who her parents are. 

She went back to the email and read what her mom sent her. It was a summary of the article, explaining that it was going to be published, but the author had worked with Isabela and sent her a draft of the article as a courtesy. Her mom also asked if she wanted to make a statement regarding what Sydney said. Miriam replied to her mom, asking her to leave it alone. She didn't have the energy to start some unnecessary beef with someone that doesn't affect her life. 

She felt Jack shake her shoulder. "Bro, I've been calling your name." 

"Huh?" Miriam blinked at him. 

"We're back at the hotel." He said. 

"Oh shit." She mumbled, scooting to the door. She turned to the driver and thanked them. 

Jack placed his arms over shoulders and guided them to their suite. He was dropping off their things before heading to the roof for their private dinner. He could tell something was on Miriam's mind. She never missed a chance to talk about what she bought at places. He deduced it must've had to do with what she was reading on the drive to the hotel. 

"You okay?" He asked her gently.

"Not really," she sighed, hugging herself. "My mom got an article sent to her that Sydney Sweeney did and she spent a good chunk of it shading me because of who my parents are."

"What the fuck? Why?" Jack frowned. 

"Because I don't need to work and it's unfair that she can't afford a gate around her house and she needs to stay booked to afford it." She said in a snippy tone. 

"Come here." He said, opening his arms. Miriam begrudgingly walked to him. He hugged her tightly and kissed her temple. "Fuck her and fuck who else has shit to say about you. You're one of the most hardworking people I've met in the industry. You're actually aware of the privilege you have unlike several people we know who thrive off it and act completely shocked that they and their families have connections. I'm sorry that she came for you unwarranted like that. I can't speak for you, for obvious reasons, but I want you to know that you're a fucking badass, Miriam. Last year you filmed three movies and a tv show and this year you won your first Oscar and Grammy and you just got an Emmy nomination. That shit doesn't come solely for being the daughter of people in the industry. Those awards and nominations are a result of your hard work. Sure your connections helped you out in the beginning but in the end your talent why you deserved it. I don't want you. I don't want you feeling bad. Okay?"

"Okay.” Miriam nodded tearfully. 

Jack wiped the tears and leaned down to kiss her. "Let's get going. Our reservation is in fifteen minutes." 

They went down to the lobby, there was a separate elevator that led guests to the restaurants and lounges in the hotel, and took the elevator to the rooftop bar. Miriam’s face lit up when she saw the igloos. They were a dozen igloos, each the size of one of those sheds that Costco sold that look like mini homes. Though these were shaped like igloos.

Jack checked in with the hostess and they led him and Miriam to an igloo for two. Inside there was a small velvet couch with a coffee table in the middle. Across from that was a small dining table with two chairs. 

"Any drinks to start the night?" They asked Jack and Miriam.

"Water for now." Miriam said.

"I'll take sparkling water." Jack said. 

"I'll bring those in a bit. Here are the menus." The hostess said, placing them on the dining table. 

"Thank you." Jack and Miriam said in unison. 

The hostess nodded and walked out of the igloo. Miriam shrugged off her coat and placed it behind a chair before making her way to the couch. Jack did the same and took the menus so they could look at them. He sat next to her and draped her legs over one of his thighs. 

"This is nice." Miriam said, leaning her head on his shoulder. 

"Yeah? Not too cheesy?" Jack asked nervously.

"Oh it's corny as hell," she said, making him laugh. "But that's not a bad thing. I rarely got to do dates like this in the past, so I really appreciate this. And it's also a change of pace. The past few weeks we've been jumping from location to location, going to show after show."

"I know we've been together the past few weeks but I feel like we haven’t spent time together. Just us, you know." He said, placing his hand on Miriam's knee. 

"Aw you're a big ol' shoftie." She said, kissing him. 

"Don't say that you're gonna ruin my street cred." 

"Bro, you're a white guy from the suburbs. You don't have street cred." 

"Shut up." 

Miriam cackled. 

A server came by with their drinks. They took Jack and Miriam's orders. Jack got a steak with a side of veggies and mashed potatoes. Miriam ordered the pan fried chorizo and ricotta gnocchi. They also ordered fish and chips for their appetizers. 

"Oh, so my friend Malia is in Auckland and I haven't seen her in a while. Is it okay that I invite her to your show?" Miriam said, dipping a fry in tatar sauce.

"Yeah, what's her full name so I can have Neelam add her to the list. Calum and Claudia are also going, right?"

She nodded, covering her mouth to chew.

"Cal just finished touring and they're meeting Cal's mom there." She took a sip of water and mumbled, "my friend's name is Malia Obama."

Jack choked on his bite of food. "Did you say Malia Obama? You know the president's daughter?"

"Our families go back." She shrugged. "My parents endorsed Barack in both elections and they all became friends sometime in between. My family and I even attended that dinner where Malia gave Sasha a thumbs up when they met Blake Lively's husband."

"Who don't you know?" He asked her genuinely. 

"Gabriel Iglesias." 

Jack laughed loudly, shaking his head. 

The rest of dinner was peaceful. After they ate, a few servers cleared the table and brought out a dessert charcuterie board with a small fondue pot. They also had a drink tray with hot chocolate with things for them to customize their drinks. Despite eating all of that in a span of three hours, that didn't stop them from wanting to fuck.

"Get naked." Jack said, kicking the door shut. "But keep the heels on."

***

"That's too petty, Claudia." Miriam said, taking her phone from her best friend.

"I mean she did spend half of her article talking about you." Malia pointed out. “It was like she was looking for an excuse to mention you without really mentioning you.”

"See, Malia agrees with me." Claudia said, snatching Miriam's phone. 

They were backstage at the Trusts Arena where Jack was going to perform. A few days after Sydney Sweeney's article was released, Miriam had received news that she was going to replace the blonde actress in a sapphic romcom starring Hailee Steinfeld as her love interest. It was the role she mentioned in her article that she beat Miriam. 

Now Miriam was deciding on what should be her caption for her post. Claudia and Malia were suggesting she take the petty route and caption it with 'I have never ever been happier'. She decided to post a picture of her and Hailee Steinfeld from the 2018 Met Gala with 'Can't wait to work with you Hails <3' to her Instagram Stories. 

"You're no fun." Claudia said, reading the caption. 

"I'm not risking it. This is probably gonna be the only chance I get to make out with Hailee." Miriam said loud enough for Jack to hear.

"What's this about you making out with people that aren't me?" He arched an eyebrow at her. 

"It's for work." She reassured him.

Jack eyed her suspiciously. "If you say so." He turned to Malia and the couple that couldn't keep their hands to themselves. "Y'all good? Is there something you want us to get?" 

"I'm good, thank you." Malia said. 

"We're good too." Calum answered for him and Claudia.

"When was the last time the three of us hung out?" Claudia asked Malia and Miriam. 

"Like four years ago at Outside Lands but Miriam ditched us to hook up with some guy who was making her laugh at Future's after party." Malia said.

"Yesss," Claudia nodded. "Miriam was laughing at everything he was telling her. I remember the guy was obviously trying to get a Miriam but he was nice enough to make small talk with me and Malia. He asked me what I was studying and I was like education then he was like–"

"That's where the money is." Jack finished for her. 

"Yeah, how'd you– no!" She exclaimed. Claudia opened Calum's jacket and grabbed her phone from the inside pocket. "There's no way."

"What?" Miriam asked. 

"Jack was the guy you fucked." Claudia said, quickly scrolling through her snapchat memories. 

"Claudia por favor." She laughed in disbelief. Miriam turned to Jack. "Were you at Outside Lands back in 2018?"

"He performed in the morning and Drama got us into Future's after party." Urban said, opening a bag of chips. He pointed at Jack. "This fucker ended up leaving with some girl who couldn't stop laugh– holy shit! You guys fucked." 

"We did not. I would have remembered Jack." Miriam said.

"He didn't look like this." Urban patted Jack's cheek affectionately. "He couldn't grow a beard back then." 

"Man fuck off." Jack murmured. 

"I have like twenty videos of that party." Claudia said.

She played the first video. Her and Malia were vibing to the music while Miriam filmed them. A voice in the background, clearly Jack, began talking to Miriam. She burst into a fit of giggles after one cheesy joke. The video ended with Claudia taking her phone back because Miriam was filming the ground and laughing. Claudia played another video where Jack, who appeared in the video, was promoting his upcoming mixtape Loose and telling them that it was coming out in a few days. In the background of that video Miriam was swearing up and down that she was going to listen to it. The last video was of Claudia and Malia saying that they were waiting for their designated driver to stop making out and the camera flipped to Jack and Miriam heavily making out. 

"Yo, does this look like Jack?" Urban asked Quiiso, who happened to walk past them.

"What do you mean? That is Jack." He said. "He never took off that Generation Now chain back then." 

"Now, who does the girl look like?" He asked. 

"Miriam." Quiiso answered. He took a double take. "Ain't this the time Jack hooked up with a girl at Outside Lands and he was devastated that he never got her name at Future's after party."

"Aw you were devastated." Miriam gushed, nudging Jack's shoulder. 

“Not anymore.” he murmured as his cheeks turned red.

The topic changed and eventually The Homies went on stage. Then it was Jack’s turn to perform. A few hours later Jack and Miriam were back in their suite. Miriam was in bed replying to Claudia because she and Calum dropped Malia back at where she was staying and that they made it to where Calum’s mom’s place was. Jack came out of the bathroom in some pj’s with its accompanying long sleeve, drying his curls with a towel.

“That was Claudia, she said everyone is back home.” Miriam said, rolling to her side to connect her phone to the charger. 

Jack hummed in response and climbed in bed. He opened her legs so he could lay in between them. He liked laying on Miriam because she would play with his curls. 

“I still can’t believe we hooked up all those years ago.” he said, opening the one button that was fastened on her silk pajama top. He kissed between the valley of her breasts. “I would have remembered your cackle.” 

“What cackle?” she asked, pushing him off so she could take off her silk pants. 

“‘What cackle?’ You know damn well which one.” Jack said, pulling down his pajama pants. He brought her hips close to his. “Now let me fuck the giggles outta you.” 

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#jack and miriam #jack harlow smut #jackharlow #jack harlow #tw sydney Sweeney

[we-are-swearwolves]

Leo’s Plant Corner

Finn/Leo/Logan: plants and domesticity and social media mishaps (G)

Inspired by me finding new leaves on a fiddle leaf I thought was dead 😌🪴 characters belong to @lumosinlove 💘

It was an understandable mistake, really.

Alex was grounded in the Atlanta airport, texting everyone he fucking knew for hours as he tried to get on a flight back to New York.

Finn had been sending him videos all afternoon. Multiple snapchats with some version of the phrase ‘sucks to suck 💞’, Leo’s straight faced reactions to an awful selection of puns, himself dancing like a lunatic to a new Taylor Swift song (“I finally understand Lo’s secret obsession now, ok I get it, Peanut Butter.”).

Hell, he’d even gone so far as to scroll through the videos he kept on his phone and edit together a compilation of Lo saying ‘Tabarnak’ in various contexts and inflections.

So, you see it was reasonable for Logan to think that Finn was filming a video for Alex.

When Leo had first moved north, he’d had a hard time not seeing the stars, not feeling the heat, and being away from his parents, which were all things that couldn’t be fixed, though goddamnit did Finn and his thermostat try.

One thing Finn could fix though, was the greenery.

Central Gryff wasn’t exactly known for its lush landscape, and once Leo realized that one of the things he was missing was all the green, Finn had gone what might be called ‘apeshit’ at a nearby nursery.

A lot of their plants died on the regular, seeing as they were gone so fucking much, but the majority of them did make it and both Finn and Leo were very proud.

Heartthrob status or no, Finn didn’t go live on Instagram very often, but for a brief period of time at the start of Leo’s rookie season, there were short plant tours and updates every other week or so, mostly to make Leo laugh.

They hadn’t done it in forever, although he got comments requesting “new episodes of Leo’s plant corner? 🥺” semi-regularly.

This particular morning, however, there was such a significant plant development (and Finn had his goddamn phone out anyway) that they thought fuck it.

The number of people who must have had notifications turned on for Finn’s lives must being truly fucking ridiculous for how many viewers they immediately had.

Finn put on a truly ridiculous wrestling announcer voice and began the same way he always had, “Welcome, to Leo Knut’s plant corner!!! Bauw bauw-bauw bauwwww!”

Literally thousands of hearts showed on his screen.

“Alright listen, what y’all have to understand is that I thought this fiddle leaf was over, ok?” Leo’s accent was coming out just a little stronger than usual and it was so fucking cute, “He’s been strugglin’ since we got him, what was that, Harz, almost two years ago? Anyway, no growth at all, dropping leaves all the time, lookin’ kind of pathetic—“

Finn tried to keep the phone steady even though he was quietly losing his shit laughing.

“—shuddup Harzy, it was sad!” And then he looked back to the camera, “Finn was sad for him y’all, I swear. Ok so anyway this morningggg,” Leo stepped to the side and gestured proudly to said pathetic plant, “I come out here, and this lil guy had not one, not two, not three, but FOUR new baby leaves up top!”

Finn zoomed for emphasis, saying, “Baby leaves,” with what he hoped was enough awe to satisfy Leo.

“Baby leaves! I said what I said! Look at them! They’re so small and they’re new.”

Thousands more virtual hearts, which Finn thought was understandable.

“Baby leaves though?”

Leo liked making Finn laugh just as much as Finn liked making Leo laugh so he pushed on, ridiculous on purpose, hand gestures big and expressive.

“Yes, these are baby leaves, ok? Look at them! I’m so proud of this goddamn plant, I thought he was a goner and here he is with children,” (Finn was laughing so fucking hard now) “For fucks sake, Harzy, this man is a father!”

Finn couldn’t contain the sounds any longer and neither could Leo as they both broke character and just giggled and giggled and giggled.

It was probably for the best that neither of them were paying attention to the thirsty comments the IG viewers were leaving, that they didn’t see just how many people were at that moment offering to make them fathers.

“Merde, what the fuck?”

The sound of their laughter had woken Logan up from where he’d been lightly snoozing just a room away.

Finn threw out a, “Now with special guest… Logannnn Tremblaaay!” To which he got an eyebrow raise that he somehow understood to be in French.

Leo quickly caught Logan up on their new leaf children, Lo’s expression getting softer with each word.

See, it had been so long since Finn and Leo’s last plant show and what with Finn sending Alex videos all day, it really was understandable that Lo would speak freely even knowing he was being recorded.

“Mon dieu, Peanut, if this is the reaction for baby plants, I cannot imagine how you guys will be when we have our family, I mean fuck.”

Finn and Leo both froze.

“What?”

Both their mouths dropped open.

“What? It’s not like we haven’t talked about— Baby, why are you looking at me like that?”

Finn looked dazed and used his free hand to point to his phone somewhat ridiculously.

“Video,” was the only word he could get out though.

“Yeah, no shit, you’ve been sending Alex videos all day.”

Finn stared.

Leo stared.

Logan didn’t know it at the time, but thousands of people at home watching on their phones also stared.

“It’s…” Logan’s eyes got a little bigger then, alarm beginning to work its way into his face, “…it’s for Alex. Right? Finn,” Lo was serious now, “Finn… you’re recording a video for Alex.”

Later, upon reflection, there were a lot of things Logan would wish had gone differently that day (it wasn’t how he imagined they’d come out).

One specific thing, however, was the fact that the fucking face he made when Finn finally managed to say, “Nope,” as Leo said, “Sweetheart, oh my god,” would become a meme that would haunt him for years.

He was a little bit right though, Alex did love that video.

#cubs 🥰🥰🥰 #(i love them) #lumosinlove #coast to coast fanfic #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #leo knut #and now finn even conveniently has that tabarnak compilation on hand for when they inevitably will have to tweet out a response #not wolfstar #fluff #mine

[aleprouswitch]

The only thing that sucked about last Friday was when Jared and I stopped into a Steak N Shake in Dalton, GA to get food before heading to the show in Atlanta. For those of you not aware, Dalton (and Whitfield County, GA as a whole) has a very high Mexican population because of all of the carpet mills hiring recent immigrants starting back in the '90s.

With this in mind, Jared and I finished eating and I went to the restroom before we left. The '50s and '60s oldies mix Steak N Shake always has going broke out "Come a Little Bit Closer" by Jay and the Americans, which is another one of those songs from that time period where a white American man is seduced by a Mexican woman who in actuality has another man.

I groaned when this song started playing, and I thought about how the two girls running the register were Mexican and most of the customers were Mexican, too. They have to stand there taking order after order from people for a non-livable wage while songs occasionally play overhead portraying Mexican women as promiscuous femme fatale types.

Obviously I'm not Latina, but I get really tired of how Latinas are so sexualized in the media even to this day. If it's exhausting being exposed to it, I can imagine just how exhausting it must be to be subject of such shitty stereotypes. This lingered in my mind for a bit at the show - once again, for those unaware, Margaret is half-Cuban (I only know about this from Jane sharing info about their family).

We have such a long way to go in terms of how we view and treat women of color so one-dimensionally.

#personal #just things i've been mulling over

[foxydivaxx]

Sanji: Chronicles of King Nasty Chapter 2

Now this is where things get sad. Trigger warning: mentions of sexual abuse and high sexual content

Atlanta was a completely different vibe compared to Brooklyn. For starters, the people there are a lot more energetic which caught me offguard when I started school. Speaking of school, my siblings and I had to change school multiple times because Dad kept on showing up and causing a scene all over the place. Sure, we dealt with bullies and whatnot but that was not much of a problem as Dad's continued presence was.

The next couple of years were peaceful for the most part which was a a good thing for all of us now that I think about it. Mother resumed work again and kept on pumping out music much to our collective delight. I had never seen that woman that happy in a long time and seeing her that happy was so relieving to me. Plus it was great to see her do what she loves best which was to sing.

It was during this time that our respective fashion sense began to develop. All of us, yes the boys included, would sneak off into Mum's room and raid her wardrobe and mess around in her clothes and makeup. Now you know where my flair for dramatics began. I literally tried on her heels once and tried to do a model strut in them and fell over and hurt myself. Mum was laughing so hard.

I have gotten loads of compliments for my performance style and dancing. I blame my mother for that one because that woman is one dramatic performer. Like have you seen that woman bring the house down on stage? Runs in the family I guess. Had to honour her legacy in my special way. Another thing we all inherited was cooking because Mum would cook scrumptious meals and we would all gather and ask her to teach us. My siblings and I are all amazing cooks so no worries about that part.

Another thing that runs in this household, at least with the boys, is perverted behavior. Anytime we see someone hot, heart eyes everyone, just like a certain pirate cook. Gets to the point that we all start fighting over who gets first dibs for the date. Those arguments get really heated and Mother loses her shit over our behavior and kicks our sorry asses. There was this time Ichiji and Niji fell in love with the same girl and were arguing over who she would fall in love with first. Unfortunately for both of them, the girl had eyes for another guy and ended up dating him.

Now in regards to my own perverted nature and sexual appetite in general, this is where things get really messy. One day as I was walking home from school, I ended up losing my way ike the little idiot I was back then. Then suddenly, a black SUV pulled up close to where I was and out came two hefty men who just grabbed me and dragged me into the car.

Father was in that car with the most evil smirk on his face. I struggled to break free but alas, what can an 11-year-old do? Puberty had not yet hit. Plus the old bastard was bigger and more muscular than I was at the time. I was wondering if the man wanted to punish me for my previous utterance back then when he shot Mother. I began to say a silent prayer in my mind to the Man up above to save me.

The old fart was staring at me with the most unreadable look on his face. I could not even speak at all. I just froze, fearing for my life. The next thing I knew, the man came closer and began to unzip my pants. That took me by surprise. I thought that maybe he was going to spank me or something so I tried so hard to break away. I remember the depraved look he gave me as he looked at me.

"Better than I expected," he says. He then inserts two fingers into my hole and begins to finger me. I screamed and tried to run but these men held onto me. That bastard then began to suck me off right there and the next thing I knew, he began to fuck me in that SUV alongside those two men and that torture lasted for hours. I was in tatters. Why would my father hurt me this bad?! After hours of torture at the hands of this bastard, he dumped me off on the streets of our home. There I was lying down helplessly, in tears, completely violated.

My siblings soon found me and my brothers were able to put two and two together about what happened and told Mum. How did my brothers know? They were also victims of similar abuse at the hands of this bastard. Mother was horrified and immediately filed a restraining order against Dad. I was put into therapy but it could only do so much as I never felt the same way since that day.

School was torture for me as I would try and chase girls, just like my character in One Piece, yet there I was also fantasizing about boys as well. The old bastard seriously fucked up my mind. It certainly did not help that a lot of guys in school suddenly started getting attracted to me. Like I would be walking down the hallway and they would all be staring at my ass, some even going as far as to grope my ass.

Why were they staring at me like that? I was not being sexy or anything, yet they gave me attention. I was a confused boy as the whole concept of sexuality was foreign to me. For years, I battled with my sexuality. I thought that I was going insane. But in reality, it almost felt like maybe this was who I was meant to be.

One particular day, I was in the bathroom and I noticed this Hispanic guy looking me up and down as I washed my hands. "Whatcha staring at?" I remember asking.

"You silly because you are the finest specimen I have ever seen," he replied. I laughed because that was the weirdest pickup line ever. He then came closer to me and began to rub my crotch. On a good day, I would have said no but deep down I wanted a release. Plus I enjoyed all that attention as well. To my then underdeveloped mind at the time, attention equaled love. So I let him give me a blowjob. That guy became my first lover. This was the beginning of my playboy lifestyle and I was only 13 by this point.

I began to engage in a variety of wild sexual behavior. I would invite a variety of guys in school to the bathroom stalls or somewhere outside and they would fuck me on the spot. A couple of girls threw themselves at me as well and boy was I a bad boy back then. This was the birth of one of my stage personas King Nasty. I was going out of control without realizing it and my brothers and Reiju noticed and tried to stop me.

I proved to be a little rebellious and ignored them. I was in my little world and became a hard-drinking party boy. I entered clubs at a young age at the time and engaged in all manners of reckless behaviour and also began to indulge in excessive drug use and started smoking by that time. I began to inhale a lot of cocaine at that point. I also worked briefly at a strip club for like 3 months. Plus I did a nude photoshoot at the time for money. That will come back to haunt me years later.

Around that same time, I signed a contract with Deevee Records and released my debut single Get Back which got zero attention and led to me getting kicked out of the label soon after. One of their producers Max discovered me at one of the clubs I was hanging at and offered me a record deal on the spot after hearing me sing.

I hated that song yet the label forced me to sing it. Cringey lyrics and even worse low budget video.

Ah and a special fun fact. I met a certain special someone during this time. Who am I referring to? None other than my beloved current husband, Zoro or Marimo as I love to affectionately call him.

Yes, Marimo and I actually go way back. You see, Zoro had started his musical career then as a member of Gear V whom I happened to be a huge fan of.

I met Zoro at the recording studio one day. I noticed the way he kept staring at me and I gotta say, the feeling was mutual. Marimo was so handsome, so fucking sexy. I have a weakness for bad boys, similar to my mother. The fact that I remained attracted to him years after shows how much I loved him. Yes, I have always been in love with him and he with me.

We both recorded songs together which I never got to release. Still, I managed to get my hands on the demos and re-recorded after Aogiri debuted and I launched my solo debut. We even shot a music video for one of those songs years later which happened to be my debut solo single. Yes that trash mess from the early days does not count as a proper debut in my book.

Zoro and I hit it off right away the moment we met and we even had a brief sexual encounter. We were friends with benefits at the time before becoming full-fledged lovers. More on that later.

During this time, I met a pretty lady named Charlotte Pudding. Yes, that infamous Pudding. I fell in love with her, thinking she was the cure to my problem. The truth is far more complex than that. You see, Charlotte knew the family I was from and intended to use that to her advantage. I did not notice as I was extremely high at that point in my life.

She took advantage of that and had sex with me at the strip club. Unbeknownst to me, she had someone secretly film our sexual encounter. What made me to finally break up with her was that that same night immediately after having sex with her and taking her virginity, she was also having sex with my then-so-called best friend Fred in my presence. I quit my job at the strip joint and broke off contact with her. She tried to beg me but I was not having it.

I got checked into rehab and came out sober for a while. I also lost my friend Reggie after he got gunned down by some thugs. It was during this time that an ad for a TV show named Popstars: The Rivals was advertised on TV. Mother encouraged me to audition. At first I was hesitant because of what had just happened but after some nagging from Reiju, I finally agreed and signed up for the show. Little did I know that my life was going to completely change from here on out.

#one piece #sanji #zosan #roronoa zoro #fanfiction #vinsmoke family #vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke ichiji

[thebookewyrme]

I saw Cirque du Soleil’s Kurios show in Atlanta tonight and I am having Feelings. Just, firstly this has been a lifelong dream of mine, since I first saw a recorded show as a kid. I was captivated then, but never got a chance to see it like until now. Then, there was the fact that this show was steampunk themed, which always gets me extra excited. It’s my favorite aesthetic. Finally, there was just something that felt so much like…home. These are the kind of people I grew up around, talented people who were musicians, tumblers, acrobats and entertainers. It also really brought home to me how talented the people I know from the Renaissance Faires really are, because they are just as talented as the world-class folks at Cirque. And that made me feel warm and fuzzy too. My only regret was that I didn’t have anyone to share the wonder with. I want to go back and take my son or my girlfriend or my partner or all of them. (Also I regret that the seating sucked. I had the best seat in the house, and it was still sucky because we were all crammed together like sardines!)

The show itself was spectacular of course. I can’t possibly recite everything. But a few highlights for me. I was intrigued by the contortionists who had evidently sold their souls for bones made of rubber. They had fascinating costumes reminiscent of sea-creatures, and they did their routine on top of a giant mechanical hand! I also liked the bike messenger girl aerialist. Aerial work is pretty cool anyway, but she did all hers with a bike on wires, including at one point riding the bike completely upside down! Another aerial act, there were two guys who spent most of the show as background characters made to look like conjoined twins, sharing clothing. Then they came out for their solo act and their conjoined clothing was ripped away, leaving them to do a half naked aerial silks routine together. It was surprisingly sensual, though aerial silks always tend to be a bit, and they were very…tender toward each other? There was an extremely homoerotic flavor to the routine not present in the other same-gender groups. Anyway, I also liked the big group trampoline/trapeze act. It was funny, but it also just looked like so much fun! Like, this was a group of guys who were clearly living their childhood dreams of trampoline flips! Finally, I want to mention one particular character. She was part of the in-between acts, the recurring group of characters who were building the story between the acrobatics. She was also one of the few characters with voice lines (all in French unfortunately so I have no idea what she said!) And she was a person with dwarfism. Part of the show she was carried around in the large “mechanical” belly of another character’s costume, and in other parts she did other things like ride around the edge of the stage on a small train or come out of a little round “house” and talk on the phone. She fascinated me throughout it, at least partially because her presence gave another layer to the feel of “Victorian-era circus” of the show, harkening back to a time when people like her were employed in sideshows and circuses to be gawked at. I desperately want to know her story, and how she was cast. Did they go searching for someone of her stature on purpose? Or did they cast her on her skills and then figure out a way to use her size to enhance the show? How did she get into show business? Is it like the bad old days where that’s the only option? Surely not?

Anyway, if you’re anywhere that Kurios is playing (Atlanta until next month, and it’s going to a few other cities worldwide too), I can highly HIGHLY recommend. This may be my favorite Cirque show yet, and not just because I saw it live (that is absolutely a factor though! There’s nothing like having the performers stand a foot from your seat!!)

#personal #cirque du soleil #kurios #travel #circus show

[incarnateirony]

Genuinely finding it funny a bunch of kids are parroting Sky Is Falling nonsense about primetime rep because some other buffoon and some other buffoon before that all off of one salty author getting cancelled are flinging off the handle about Nexstar's politics

sweethearts that's for morning news skew. Stations are bought out all the time without you realizing this time it's just a network tag. They want profit. I've explained a thousand times the tribune dispute and station forfeiture shit that was happening. they just want money, man. they don't fuckin care. do you live in like, Austin, Portland? They've handled your supposedly liberal tv for years, sit down.

we're filming in Nola now. And atlanta for GK. The chicken little bullshit really feels like masked white pearl clutching. Pretending oh woe is the poor minorities right now, when realistically, we're going to get our first primary POC environments for years.

no, there's no Sky Is Falling. Your old shows just sucked and had low ratings. Hate to break it to you, everyone under Walker's line got cancelled.

Unless you guys are SUPER INTERESTED in what the CW morning news slot has to say, Nexstar's shit isn't gonna change your primetime lives. Yall really don't get how syndicates work, jesus christ.

Stop this fucking ignorant panic about Nexstar. I know you guys think it sounds smart but it really doesn't. Nexstar's fine. Gray has Nexstar in check for primetime.

we've got you. you guys didn't even know what was going on for years, but we got you. I've been tweeting my merry way along about this since about the CW boycott but everyone only paid attention to the things that were relevant to them. The current TV setup has been almost 2 years coming. A lot of people have been thinking a lot further ahead than you guys.

You guys are just. Reacting. And parroting.

We don't need WB's planted new york bitch in CW. I know fandom loves PR lines and shit but that man is basically the toxic face of the great Atlanta abandonment by WB. He was promoted in the same motion, and really murdered our POC rep once and for all, with further help from old WB, especially ATT-WB.

Pedowitz is like. the definition of corporate asshole, no matter what anyone thinks they've interpreted off of trotted out PR lines about the dude. Get the fuck rid of him. I don't give a fuck who Dennis is, but it'll get that blockheaded J2 mindset out of the head of CW for one. Perfect timing for The Winchesters.

We don't need him. "HE LIKED SPN THO" yeah so does Roth who advises Zaslav, the fuck does Dennis care when it's set up to have the most explosive ratings CW has seen for years? They don't give a fuck. they just want their stations to be profitable during primetime again.

#apollo's curveballs

[yonghoonsleftnostril]

I went to Twice in Atlanta. Show was incredible and I had so, so much fun. My phone sucks but I may see if I got any good images or photos to post.

I'm still really uncomfortable with Chae, especially since we never got a clear answer if she picked the shirts or her stylist made her wear them, but they're all fantastic performers and gave it their all. I got bias-wrecked which I was not expecting! I walked in a strong Jeong bias and walked out a Nayeon/Dahyun bias. They both had such good energy and you could tell they were dedicated to making sure the Onces felt their love.

Outside of the concert itself, however, I went with some people who are just not good trip buddies for me and I ain't doing that again. Wonderful people, great trip buddies for each other, but absolutely antithetical to how I roll while out and about. I'll still go to concerts with them but I'm taking myself if we do, lol.

#twice

[tashabilities]

Thinking about the going out I could be doing, but why bother?

Atlanta Food and Wine was disappointing as fuck with no non-alcoholic beverages except water and nasty ass, chemical laden Coke Zero Sugar, like,

I paid all this money and still didn't get to taste all the foods cause these vendors wasn't ready, so can I at least have a regular Coke, a Sprite, some juice or sum?

AND PARKING WAS ABYSMAL.

How that soul music festival featured people who didn't know what the fuck they were doing and didn't communicate AT ALL with PAYING CUSTOMERS, like, to the point where I was bout to go off,

AND featured exactly NO soul music the whole time I was there, so false advertising.

The only events that aren't disappointing are plays,

But I even had to sit through a bad one of those at the Theater in the Square in Marietta like,

It's bad enough the writing AND acting sucks,

But y'all made me fight for 15 minutes to park, to even get IN this bitch to be insulted by this non writing, non acting ass boy whose daddy bought him a theater?

Y'all tryna do too much with exactly 5 parking spaces and I can't function.

I can pay for a good time,

But who gon show me one?

I can't HAVE a good time if you piss me off before I even get in the door or if you don't accommodate me.

So yeah, wondering what I can do for fun.

[panamacitytrip11-02-2022]

Day 1 - 11.02.2022

Well I’m back at it with the trip diary! To those who have read these before (the two people who follow me) welcome back, and to those who are new, hi! This is going to be filled with general trip info, pictures, my weird thoughts and VERY random, minute details so feel free to skim or just look at the pictures. I’m writing this Friday night but I’m going back to when we took off and was on the plane all day.

We left the valley around 7:15 am or so to head to the airport. After several dreams about being late and not making it on the plane, Leanna and I were filled with anxious energy. On top of that, we got caught in a mini tropical storm (maybe being a bit dramatic here) for like 15 minutes so the universe must have been matching our mood. We made it through the airport super easily once we got there and then took off at around 10:37. I usually plan my airport hours out with activities to distract me/give me something to look forward to but all I really ended up doing was playing games on my phone and switch. It seemed to go by in no time. We made up our tiny delay by a lot and landed in the Atlanta airport thee and a half hours later. I honestly prefer layovers where we have more time to explore the city but it was still cool to check out the airport and spot differences. We had this amazing balsamic chicken and rice for lunch that we split. Ever since I went off my keto diet I’ve been having a harder time eating full meals anyway so it was perfect. I need my stomach to stay smaller before I move on to my next diet.

The Atlanta airport was awesome, overall. They had these pretty light things on the ceiling (in a picture below) and we took a tram/train thing to get to our next gate to Panama City. I felt like a New Yorker on the subway. With just about fifteen minutes to spare we made it to our gate and then took the short hour long trip to Panama City. My mom pointed out earlier the Atlanta is EST and Panama City is CST so it looked like we were in the air for 10 minutes! After we got out of the small airport we called a Lyft and headed to our hotel.

What always sucks a little is arriving in a place when it’s dark out. You can’t really get a feel for the town that you’ve been so excited to get to. But what sucks more is when there are no people at the front desk or any signage/instruction on how to get to your room. We had gate codes and a room code but the first gate we saw lead us to the pool. And there was not a soul walking about. Keep in mind, it was only 8:30 or so. We then went up this walkway and ended up… right where we started. We turned around and found an elevator but to our dismay, it only showed three floors. Now I wasn’t quite scared but we were VERY confused. We walked out and saw another elevator and this couple appeared to be heading towards it. Thankfully there were the 22 floors that we were expecting! Actually, technically only 21, given that there is no thirteenth floor. Guess this side of the country is superstitious?

We finally got to our room and I was very pleasantly surprised by the place. I am SO used to having certain expectations and my air bnb or hotels not living up to them but this time I had no idea what to expect. We have a full kitchen, balcony, and super large bathroom and bed. The view, even at night, is insane because we are RIGHT on the beach. And it just felt nice to settle down after a long day of traveling. Once we put our stuff away (and by away I mean put our suitcases in our room), we headed out to look for some place to eat. Our Lyft driver recommended the restaurant at the hotel next to us so we walked there to check it out. The cutely decorated “Coconut Charlie’s Beach Bar & Grill” was pretty good. We had small dishes of chicken nuggets and quesadillas but the food tasted great. What was interesting was the extremely disinterested guy at the front who had a lady on speakerphone the entire time he took us to our table. Actually, he left the phone at the desk while she was still talking. That was a great first impression of a Floridian.

After dinner we walked back to our hotel and decided to finish off the day by watching the new Iliza Shlesinger’s comedy special “Hot Forever.” She is hilarious and Lele and I are determined to watch her live some day. Then we went to bed around 11:30 pm, excited for the next day to come (and actually see the ocean!). Here are the pics from the day:

The rain at the airport.

Lele and I on the plane.

The Fall-like trees coming into Atlanta.

The Atlanta airport. Beautiful colors!

Lele on the tram/train/bus thing and us sitting next to a giant carrot. Why, you ask? We have no idea. There was also a giant corn (it’s CORN!).

Coconut Charlie’s where we ate for dinner.

Iliza! Also… root beer. Because I haven’t had a real one in ages. Don’t judge me. Oh, and kinetic sand. You can judge me for that one.

~Tess~

[the-firebird69]

This is a huge problem developing here no everybody hates this idiot Trump and it hated him for a long time you got an office and start doing those dumb stuff trying to get him out and they couldn't even started taking their stuff back everyone started doing it and we started taking tons of it cuz they stopped doing it cuz he started fighting a little not much and he took over huge areas of businesses they're still doing it until the fool is gone and boy what a fool that guy is it looks like when a day is plans kind of completely wrong so Dave knew who it was the guy is a menace and we're going after them very hard they're tearing their areas apart and they can't stand it so bad they come running out it's like cork it took over 1500 office towns today and the larger in the Midwest and there's only about 3,000 left mostly Corky and we're going after him for his performance today even though he wasn't here no he wasn't doing that cable TV stuff is doing another idiotic performance.. and Atlanta's pretty big I did not showing the big part and it's often the distance to the right that one of their pans and they're not supposed to. You decided on a few things today we need to get some people something to do and others less to do my son needs stuff to do other than work for people for free so running around saying it all over the place it's idiots but it's idiocy okay and we need to get that package to him and soon it's starting to become a pain in the ass in the package will have to be rewritten at least the cover page and we don't want to open it and go through that stupid s*** again when someone idiot has to review the whole f****** thing but they'd have to do that anyways he says I said not really so we figured out something he probably would you can't have two packages out there and if they change anything they want to see what it is so we have to go through every single word with him every word to make sure it's the same and not bad and doesn't go the wrong way. That's why we don't want to do it again but we will and we have people that do it but we end up doing it it takes power but they use up their stuff it's going to wash them again and it's hard it gets the top guys though. And it's going to happen shortly but clearing the whole area out there those those towns will be ours today and around those towns with little ones and they go real fast when the big ones do cuz they get sucked in and they're going to be out and they'll be left with no outskirts and just cities. Max are fighting with the clones those are two groups. Shortly the 500 will be out because Tommy f is sending tons of his fleet 500 million were detached and 400 million are gone $300 million are total 100 million were taken and are being retrofitted the morlock got about 2 million of them. He's going to send another $500 million momentarily cuz he feels good and they'll probably get done dropped. And probably the same ratio or better meaning probably 300 million total 200 million retrofitted. And then while I could probably get three million. Or less. And the puppies start infiltrating and it's going to be this gay mess which is better than what it is now. Only has like 200 million ships of the Empire class and they'll probably wipe them out with regular ships those are so pissed off and he's going to bring another round down and that would be destiny 2 nope it's starcraft Warhammer and Warcraft open much similar ships no Warcraft is much different and Warhammer is much different and StarCraft all different ships the imperium is Warhammer and they have several different types of ships including the ones that look like ships starcraft does too but they look a lot different they're not as fancy and a lot of them looking very odd in the grosd inside. Who's preparing to strike shortly and is writing his other fleet another fleets and to bring them in and he is prepping his last fleet which is actually destiny 2 that's a mixed bag of everything and so he'll look like rebels imitate them to infiltrate and blow up rebel bases including Starfleet

Thor Freya

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

I Need You

A/N: This was found on Pinterest, so if you're the owner, let me know so I can give you the credits.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 2 K

Requested by anons: 1- I'm like super in love with a certain Daryl Dixon and I was wondering if you could write about them getting into a big argument and they like avoid eachother for a while (super angsty if you care lol) and then Carol and Rick just kinda make yall talk and it ends fluffy? 2 - Can i request a daryl x reader where the reader’s been with the group since atlanta, maybe set during when they’re at the prison?? daryl realizes he has a crush on the reader and just p a n i c s ? and just really sweet fluff????

Summary: After you almost get bit, Daryl loses his mind and lashes out on you. Tired of the constant arguments, the group finds a way to out you two together to try and fix things up.

{The Walking Dead Masterlist}

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“Yer almost got bit!” Daryl shouts, voice echoing through the prison. “Yer too damn stubborn, yer not goin’ on runs anymore.” He has his back at you as you follow him, struggling to keep his pace.

“I had everything under control.” You complain, ignoring Carol's questioning stare.

You, Daryl, and Maggie went on a run earlier today. Not too far, just to get some more formula for Judith. A walker fell from the roof, and it happened to be on a specific place Daryl told you not to go. The thing's teeth got a little too close to your arm, and Daryl shot an arrow through its head.

“Ya sure did!” He stops, turning around and pointing a finger at you. “If I weren't near ya, I'd be carryin’ ya back here with a freakin’ bite.” His voice gets louder, and you never saw Daryl so... Angry. So pissed. He's scaring you. “Or would ya have me cut her damn arm off? How does that sound?”

“Stop yelling at me!” You burst out, giving his chest a push.

“I'll stop yellin’ when ya understand how stupid and dangerous that was!” He steps forward, towering over you and you never felt so small.

“We needed those antibiotics!”

“Well, I freakin’ need ya. I need ya alive! Alive and well and breathin’.” Daryl shouts, right at your face. But the moment the words come out, he stops, stepping back. He seems confused, taken aback by something. “Screw that, I need a break from savin’ yer ass.” And then, he leaves, walking fast.

Huffing, you turn around, going to your cell.

You take the longest shower you can, washing the sweat and all the disgusting things the dead left on your skin. But most of the time, you were already done, dressed, and dried. You just wanted to be away from everyone. But eventually, you have to walk out. And of course, Carol finds you on your way back to your cell.

“(Y/N), I–”

“Daryl is such an asshole.” You say cutting her off and dropping on bed. “Did you see that? Did you see how he yelled at me? As if he has the right to do so.” Getting back up you pace around.

“I just think–”

“You know what? He can go to hell.” Throwing both hands in the air, you complain. “He and his crossbow, and-and his super hot stare and the stupid angel wings vest. And the bike too. All it. Straight to hell!”

“Aren't you just–”

“Uhg! Damn it.” Crossing your arms, you sigh. “Did you hear him forbidding me to go on runs?” With your hands now on your hips, you stare at Carol. “As if! Who the hell does he think he is? My boyfriend? To hell with him.”

“Will you let me talk?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Shrugging your shoulders, you nod.

But she doesn't say anything, she just takes a deep breath and shakes her head lightly. “Look, why don't you calm down first, and then we talk.” Carol gestured at the bed and you sit down, sighing. “Good... Try to relax and deal with it after a good night's sleep.”

“I could sleep a thousand years and I'd still be mad at Daryl.” You mutter as she leaves, lying on your back with your eyes closed.

You don't know where all this anger comes from, but it's always there, waiting to flow out. You do care about him, maybe too much, but it doesn't mean he gets to yell and boss you around like that. “Asshole!” You shout one last time, arms crossing as you drown in anger.

“I saw it,” Daryl exclaims, pacing around the guard tower, breathing and talking fast. “I saw her dyin’. I saw that thing bitin’ her, tearin’ her flesh.”

“She's fine, Daryl. You don't have to keep thinking about it.” Rick tries to calm him down, both hands raised at the archer.

“No, ya don't understand.” It's useless though. Daryl is a mess. He got into the shower as soon as (Y/N) got out, rubbing the walker's blood out of his skin. But after that, he went straight to Rick because he needs to vent. He needs to yell and understand why he feels so damn scared.

Why he feels like a switch was turned on, lighting up something that was there all along, but only now was brought to light.

Losing anyone from his group, from his family would hurt bad.

But he just found out that losing her would be far worse.

“I her dyin’, man.” He slows down, both hands on his head. “I saw her dyin’ and–”

“You love her.”

“What the hell, Rick?” He snaps, a hand violently gesturing at his friend.

“You might not want to admit it, but it's true. You know it.” Rick nods, a hand casually resenting on his holster. “We all know it since Atlanta. She loves you too.”

Daryl grunts, turning his back at Rick. “Yer crazy. And so is she.”

“You should sit and talk like civilized people.”

“I ain't gonna talk to her. Crazy chick.” He mutters, grabbing his crossbow a bit tighter. “She ain't goin’ on runs anymore. At least not without me.”

“Daryl–”

“Gotta go.” The archer cuts him off, leaving the guard tower at a fast pace.

He didn't like the ideas Rick put in his head.

“Rick wants to make a room for Carl and Judith on the second floor,” Carol says as you climb the stairs next to her. “So we're cleaning up the cells.”

“Alright.” You don't really want to help. Not today at least. The nap you took didn't help much with the last issue, and you're considering going out tomorrow, just to clear your head a bit. “What do you need me to do?”

“We're just setting things up.”

“Mmm.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair as you follow her pace. Carol takes you to the very back of the corridor, to a pretty isolated cell. “You gonna put the kids here? This cell sucks. It's too–” You stop talking when you see Daryl inside, eyes-rolling. “Look, I won't help if he helps.” It sounds childish, but you don't care. You're far too pissed at the man to be near him.

“Look, I don't care if you guys argued.” Rick walks over you, friendly touching your arm. “You two just have to get your shkt together.” And you're suddenly pushed, almost stumbling inside the cell.

“What the hell?” You shout, but the moment you move, Rick pulls the bars close locking you inside. “Rick, drop it. I'm not joking.” Holding the bars, you shoot him and Carol an angry stare. “Open up.”

“There are blankets and dinner will be brought to you,” Carol says, arms crossed. “We did that because it's the only way to force you guys to talk.”

“Yeah. You'll have the whole night to figure out whatever has you both always at each other's throat.” Rick adds, sliding the key into his pocket. “Have a nice time.”

And like that, both jerks leave, talking something you can't hear. Sighing, you lay your forehead on the cold metal bars, not wanting to look at your company for the night.

“Yer can take the bed.” He says after a while.

“Obviously.” You're quick to snap. “It's your fault we're here in the first place.”

“How's that?”

“If you didn't come back from the run making a hell of a show about something that didn't even happen, we wouldn't be locked up in here.” Turning around, with both hands on your hips, you stare at him.

“If ya had listened to me, ya wouldn't have–”

“And why in the hell do I have to listen to you, Dixon? I know my way out there as well as you do.”

“ ‘Cause I jus’ wanna keep ya safe.” He's yelling again, stepping forward.

“Stop acting like I mean anything to you!” With a finger on his face, you move closer to him. You wish you could look intimidating, but being so small, that's very difficult.

“Maybe ya do mean somethin’ ta’ me! How could ya know that if ya never ask!”

“Well, I–” The answer is cut short when your furious brain processes what he just said. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you shrug your shoulders. “What do you mean?”

“Nothin’.”

“Daryl, what do you mean?” Raising your voice again, you follow him as he moves further into the cell. “What would you answer if I ask?”

“I ain't gonna answer.”

“Daryl–”

“I ain't gonna answer!” He shouts again, turning around to look at you.

Taking a deep breath, you sit on the edge of the bed, folding a leg under you. “Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“Do you hate me, Daryl?” Your voice is lower now because you do want to know.

He remains silent for a while, those blue eyes locked on yours. “No.”

“Then why–”

“I can't lose ya.” He bursts out, eyes now looking at the floor. “At that moment back there, I... I saw it happenin’. I saw ya dyin’, and I... I can't lose ya. I can't see ya gettin’ hurt.”

His voice is so low you can barely hear it. You've never seen Daryl so... Scared. Vulnerable. “You can't protect me all the time, Daryl. Accidents happen.”

“I can. I can keep ya safe if ya listen to me.” You're about to protest when Daryl comes to sit next to you, eyes on the wall across the cell. “I know ya can survive out there. But my mind works in a thousand different ways ta’ get stuff done without anyone gettin’ hurt. I need ya ta’ trust me. Ta’ believe I can keep ya safe.”

“But I need you to believe me too. To believe I can do this.” Turning your body towards him, you friendly touches his arm. “Daryl, I... I like you... A lot. And I admire you, I trust you. You taught me so much and I need you to trust me. I promise I'll be more careful, but I need you to–”

“Don't go out there without me.” He suddenly says, voice heavy. “I trust ya. Yer brave and strong. But if ya go out there and I can't keep my eyes on ya... I'll lose my damn mind.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you sigh, smiling a little. “Just don't yell at me again, Daryl Dixon.”

“Yer almost died and I... Damn it, (Y/N), –”

“I like you too, Dixon.” Standing up to your feet, you smile, looking down at him. “You don't have to say if you don't want to, just... Let's get this over with. The world is a freaking mess and if you like me and I like you we should be together.” You can't believe you're saying this, after so long. But it feels good. You feel good, secure. “Just let me know what you want.”

“Ya.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” He nods, blue eyes locked on yours.

“Alright.” Mirroring his head movement, you clear your throat, cheeks burning. After a few seconds of silence, you walk to the bars. “RICK! CAROL! Daryl and I are dating now, can we go?” You yell, and the low chattering downstairs goes silent.

“Would it be so bad ta' stay locked in here with me for a night?” Daryl asks, and you turn around, biting your lip to hold back a smile.

“Absolutely not.” Shrugging your shoulders, you slowly move to the bed, climbing on and lying down. “I'm actually sleepy and it's cold so it'll be nice to have someone to warm me up at night.”

“Don't push it.”

“I'm not.” Giggling, you feel as he lies down, close enough so his shoulder is touching your back. “Night, D. It was good to sort things out with you.”

“Good night, pretty girl.” He mutters and you smile, eyes closing and sleep easily overcoming you, thanks to the amazing feeling of having Daryl lying next to you.

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[hoodieofholland]

Hi if possible could you write a image where the reader isn’t famous but is dating Tom, he goes lives on Instagram and starts letting fans join and ask him a questions. You get picked to join and both of you have to try and keep a straight face without giving it away.🙂 doesn’t have to be exactly this is obviously just whatever you feel like! Thank you💕

tom+instagram here we go :)

Hope you like it!!

Warnings: language, that's all :)

"What are you doing?”, you ask your boyfriend through the phone, pressed between your ears and shoulder, while you wandered around the house to get some tasks done. There were noises in the other side of the call, and you could distinguish Harrison’s voice.

“Nothin’, just setting things up for my live. Harrison’s been helping me, you know how I suck at this whole Instagram thing”, he explains, humming as he scrolled through his phone, you on speaker.

You giggle, “I know it pretty well. Think I’m gonna just take a rest and watch you struggling online”.

“Ha-ha, very funny, girlfriend”, he puffs, but you can almost hear his smile behind that sarcastic tone. “But I’d appreciate if you showed up. Who knows, I could just introduce you to all of my fans”.

You take in a sharp breath, contemplating if that was simply a joke or if there was a true desire behind that statement. You chew on your lips and keep silence.

The two of you have been in a relationship for almost one and half an year now, but you managed - only God knows how - to keep discreet about it, keeping it a secret. For his friends, Tom had an amazing girlfriend, whom everyone pretty much appreciated spending time with. For the rest of the world, Tom was a single, charmer and desired young Hollywood actor.

It wasn’t like he wanted to keep you his little secret. It was pretty much the opposite, actually. After your first six months together, Tom had tried to convince you to reveal your relationship, too tired of not being able to show off your love outside the comfort of his house. But you wasn’t willing to do that just yet. And after one and a half year, there you were, still afraid of how things might end up if you told them the truth.

You loved Tom, and you loved the fact the he was such a talented, hardworking man, but the fact that he was also a Hollywood star, known in the whole world, made you feel cornered. You didn’t want people to judge your relationship, to judge you or to give your relationship some kind of approval. You just wasn’t ready to give up your anonymity and become Tom Holland’s girlfriend.

Things were just perfect the way they were. You wanted it to stay like that for a little more time.

But you knew the day would eventually come. It was hard to not be spotted in the street with Tom by your side. You’d never show up in an event together, always making sure to only hold hands or show affection when behind four walls, only when you were pretty sure there was no paparazzi following him. You didn’t like that neither. You wanted to act normal, to have nice date nights with him, to walk outside in summer with Tessa. You just wanted to be who you were with him inside his or your house.

“I was- I was kidding, love”, he said sheepishly, and you could sense the nervousness on his voice, chuckling slightly to hide it from you. “It would be dumb, right?”

You swallow hard. “Uh- no. No, it’s fine. I mean, I’m not ready yet, but it’s alright. I know you were joking”. You curse yourself for being so dramatic about it, but you couldn’t help it. “So, when is it starting?”

“In about five minutes actually. I gotta go now, okay?”

“Yeah”, you smile tightly. “Okay, gonna watch here. Love ya”.

“Love you, darling”.

You both hang up and you sit on the edge of your bed, laying down and closing your eyes, puffing your cheeks out and rubbing your temples. “Damn it”.

Before you can call him back and tell him you were sorry over it, you sit properly on your bed and open your Instagram app, searching for him. After those exact five minutes, he was going live. You smile at the picture of him on your screen. He looked handsome, as always, but added up to the fact that he was far away, in Atlanta, while shooting Spider-Man 3.

You watch as he explains what he was going to do in his live, waving to Harrison right behind him, distracted on his own phone, saying that he was there as a support team. You laugh at how clueless he is. He starts to pick fans to join live and ask him questions. You were pretty surprised that he was allowed to do that, not giving away any spoiler, but he managed it after all.

You were having fun watching him struggle to say some usernames, and kinda surprised at how bold some comments on the bottom of your screen were. He’s single, remember?, you think to yourself and sigh frustrated. You could just go on and tell everybody, put an end to this whole situation during interviews, where Tom was always questioned about his love life and got uncomfortable about it, where you were upset for not being able to tell them to stop shipping him with girls he wasn't interested in, cause he was with you and you only.

But instead, you just sat there, watching your gorgeous boyfriend smiling sheepishly at the camera while a fan asked him about some photos that were taken of him and his co-star a while ago. He shrugged it off and told her they were just friends, but the comments made it very clear they weren't buying it.

"Alright, gonna pick another one, lemme see..."

You get yourself distracted by the concentrated face he put on, a small wrinkle between his brows, and then it happened.

All of a sudden, you see yourself on the screen, half of it filled with Tom's video, just like the previous fan. Your eyes go wide as soon as you realize you're going live with Tom.

"Shit!" He curse immediately, eyes bugging out and looking for something on his screen to take you out of it. "Sorry, I think I just tapped the wrong thing- fuck, how do I-?"

You're startled, looking at his agitated movements as he waves to Harrison desperately, and you try to think about what to do while being completely dumbfounded with the comments going on. Most of them were laughing at the fact that Tom kept being clueless with Instagram, but some of them actually commenting about you.

She's so pretty!!

Omg i think i saw her with tom somewhere

Is she the girl that was at the ffr set and no one new about??

You are about to close your app and leave them all behind, but you can't seem to be able to take your eyes off of the screen. A thought is stuck in your mind, where those people could actually know you, talk to you, and this shouldn't be so hard.

Tom wanted it. He wanted to show the world that you were his girl, wanted to go places with you and not need a whole scheme to protect you from camera lenses.

So instead of just stepping out of this, you decided to wave your hand at them, sit on your bed a little straighter and smile.

"Hey, Tom", you said, leaving it up to him if he wanted to say it now or not. He looked at you with wide eyes, Harrison by his side, a boyish smile plastered on his face.

"Hey, uh, y/u/n" he tried to play it cool, not so sure about what he wanted to do. "Nice user". And just like that, the two of you played along as two complete strangers for a whole ten minutes, until you said your goodbyes and Tom were left alone to end his live.

You felt incredibly happy with the nice comments and about how easy it was for you to make an appearance for the first time. It wasn't like you had just told them the truth, but it was something, and you felt more comfortable about it now.

Tom called you to a video call as soon as he ended the live, equally amazed by how this turned out. He apologized for bringing you to it, and you told him it was fine, that you even liked showing up.

"I think... I think that I'm ready", you said, biting your lips nervously. "I mean, if you are too".

He went silent for a few seconds before saying. "Wow. Really? Yeah, I mean, I'm more than ready. It doesn't have to be like an announcement, we could just, I don't know, go out and just wait till they-"

"Guys!" You heard Harrison shout somewhere in Tom's living room.

Tom turned his head to look at something Haz was showing and the blonde quickly made his way to appear on your screen.

On his phone there was a page with headline: Tom Holland goes live and fans spot his supposed girlfriend, y/n y/l/n.

Harrison scrolled through the page, where a lot of evidences of you and Tom being together were collected, when both of you were spotted in the same places at the same time or even one of you at Far From Home's set.

"Uh, so..." Tom twisted his nose. "I don't think we'll need to tell them anymore".

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Back at it again with this whole challenge stuff.

This Challenge is half “Survive this”, half Legacy, and based around the various stages the main group in the TV Show “The Walking Dead” went through. You don’t need to have watched it to play this challenge, but many requirements will feel arbitrary if you haven’t. Since these aren’t really, uh, generations, I will refer to the individual parts of this challenge as “Stages” Packs required: Outdoor Retreat, Seasons, Eco Lifestyle, Get Together, City Living, Discover University, Get to Work

The Setup:

- You will need either Triplis’ “Kids Quit School” mod ot MCCC to make quitting school possible. - Create your founder and any number of other survivors in CAS, Two of these additional survivors need to be children. - Use your own physical dice or find an online dice roller, you will need that!

General Rules:

- It’s the Apocalypse, so buy mode is heavily restricted. You can’t just go to Ikea and buy  new couch! You will need to use the fabrication and handiness skills to make furniture! Some Random Events and generational rules may allow you to get stuff otherwise

- You may only cook with ingredients you have! If you play this after the release of Cottage Living, use the Lot Challenge!

- You will always play off the grid!

- The monetary cost of crafting is considered “materials”. You can "barter” for materials by using the selling table from City Living, or sell furniture and stuff you scavenged, thus “dismantling” it and salvaging it.

- Any children you have aside from the two you create in CAS automatically suffer a -2 penalty to all rolls they perform, on account of being children. 

- Randomized townies you encounter are generally considered zombies. (or WaLkErS of you don’t wanna use the evil Z word). If they engage you in conversation, consider it an attack and roll a d20, adding 1 for every two levels of fitness the Sim in question has. Below a 15, they get injured in the scuffle and are out of comission for the rest of the day. Below a 10, they get infected and die

- Pregnant and elderly Sims cannot perform any chores or other survival tasks and suffer the same -2 penalty as children!

- Every ingame week, roll on the random events table!

- Play with normal lifespan!

Stage 1: The Atlanta Survivors Camp You just survived the Apocalypse’s initial outbreak and you are settling with a small group outside a large city. However, calamity soon threatens your little sanctuary.

- Move your household anywhere with freerealestate, then take a vacation on the campground lot in Granite Falls.  - Set your money to 5k and start your grind. When you can no longer extend your vacation, your camp gets overrun and you are forced to flee. Roll Fitness checks for each member of your group and disable/kill accordingly. - If your founder dies in this, appoint a new one from the surviving sims

Stage 2: Hershel’s Farm After getting out of the overrun camp and having a little happening at the CDC, you are back on the road and lose one of your two kids in a run-in with a horde. Worse, even, your other kid gets shot and is badly injured! Thankfully, you are offered help by a small family on a nearby farm.

- Kill of one of your two CAS-created kids. Sorry, Sophia! - The other CAS-created kid is now injured for the rest of thi stage and can’t help you out or build skills. - Move your sims to one of the lots south of the Chalet in Windernburg (Or Henford on Bagley if Cottage Living is out!)  and build a little farmhouse big enough to accommodate four sims, with a small vegetable garden and 2 power generating and 3 water generating items. -Create four Sims that “own” the farm and help you out. One of them has to be an elder! - Two weeks into this stage, the farm will, unfortunately, get overrun and also set on fire. Do your fitness rolls for everyone and run for your life.

Stage 3: The Prison Again, you are on the run, but there’s a little shimmer of light at the end of the tunnel - an abandoned prison! Now, you just need to like... reclaim it.

- Build a Prison, or download one from the gallery! - Cheat one of your sim pregnant, if you don’t have a pregnancy yet. - Reclaim the prison! Make Fitness rolls for each level + the outside. - After your pregnant Sim gives birth, kill her. Sorry, Lori! - Create a rival 8-sim household and put your sims in a club, and their rivals in one too. Have  “fight (other club)” as one of the activities, then have them visit you and... start... a gathering... ;)

Stage 4 The Prison 2, Electric Boogaloo You defeated Woodbury! ... or did you? Well, you don’t really have time to deal with it right now, because there is a deadly strain of influenza wrecking your community. 

- Start placing ads for roommates. Those are the former Woodbury people you took in! - Every Time someone gets one of the GTW illnesses, roll your d20. Below a 10, they die to the sickness. Kill them, and roll fitness for one of your household sims, since the dead turn into walkers! - Three weeks into this stage, your friend, the Governor of Woodbury, comes back with a fresh new group he roped into his nonsense. Roll Fitness checks and book it. (also kill the Governor. RIP in pieces)

Stage 5: Terminus From bad to worse, you’re on the run again, and split up this time. Divided we fall, huh? Good thing there’s this totally not ominous set of markers leading you to a place called Terminus. I’m sure nothing bad will happen there.

- Split your Household and surviving roommates and pop them all into different empty lots. Play a week with each of them (aging off here, this is meant to happen simultaneously!) and roll on the random events table until you have eight sims left in total. Hope you weren’t attached to any of them. - Put them back into the same household again, and create yet another rival club to beat up. That rival club is Terminus. Surprise, the group with the name meaning “Death” was bad! - Switch to your Terminus household and “invite” your sims over, then lock them in the basement, true sims style. Go downstairs and start a club gathering. Keep an eye on them, every time someone loses a fight, kill them. Do this until you have either 5 good guys left or all of Terminus is dead.

Stage 6: Alexandria and The other blokes You got away from the humanitarians and were invited into the community of Alexandria. Thing are finally looking up again!

- Move to a 50x50 lot and build a little “village” with gardens, energy production and everything you might need. - Create two more 8-sim-households on similar situations and create clubs for them, with the activity to be friendly with yours! These two households will be Hilltop and The Kingdom. - Make one of the Evergreen Harbor Community Spaces a marketplace and frequent it! - Stay in this stage for four weeks!

Stage 7: The Saviour War Things just couldn’t stay okay, could they? You ticked off a horrible cult-of-personality-type organization called the Saviours, who now start their reign of terror against you.

- Create another household and club meant to be mean to you, Hilltop and the kingdom. Make their Leader a magnificent bastard and give that one plot armor. Narrative Immunity! - Host a little multi-club gathering and roll a d8 twice. Look at your own household portrait lineup and kill two of your sims whose portrait position corresponds to your rolls. - Take your strongest fighter, aka the highst fitness stat, aka Daryl Dixon and put them into their own household, to take them out of the equation for a while. They’re the Saviours’ prisoner now! - Congrats, you have been promoted to vassal state. The Saviours demand five of every crop you produce. Don’t hav enough to feed your people? Sucks to be you! - Stay in this stage for 4 weeks, then bring back your poor fighter, and kill off half of the Saviours, add the rest to your household and Kingdom & Hilltop. Their Leader must survive! Keep them in your basement from now on and visit them regularly to gloat.

Stage 8: The Whisperer War Finally, some stability. Oh, whats that? New enemy faction, and this one of even worse? Fantastic.

- Cease communication and trade with Hilltop & Kingdom for two weeks, Then hold a big party! - ...during said party,  kill 12 total sims from each faction. - Create a new rival faction called the Whisperers. Make their two leaders, Alpha & Beta, level 10 in fitness. - Hold weekly brawls with the whisperers. Kill every fight loser, but replenish the Whisperers losses. There’s no end to their forces! - Give Alpha a daughter and take her in after your first clash with them. - When you resume trade, roll a D20 every time you travel away from your lot. Below a 10, your travel party gets attacked by the Whisperers! Roll Fitness checks for every Siim traveling. - Remember the Saviour leader? Yeah, they’re doing better. Have them befried one of your household’s children, and gradually integrate them into your community. - After an additional 4 weeks of this, send your redeemed Saviour leader over to the Whisperers and befriend them. They’re a spy now! - Survive another week, then ply s the Whisperers and attack Hilltop! Move the survivors into your main household. - After this attack, your spy strikes and kills Alpha. Put them back into your household, then gear up for a big fight! - Cheat “Roughhousing ecouraged” in your NAPs, then gather all surviving characters along with the Whisperers and fight!

Did you survive this? Well, until season 11 comes out, that’s as far as we go. You can continue playing with the Random Events and general ruleset!

RANDOM EVENTS:

D20: 1.  There’s a drought. Sell all your stored water and reset your money back down 2. Zombie Attack! Roll Fitness and kill accoridngly! 3. Electric whoopsie-doopsie. Sell your stored electricty and set your money bck down 4. Roving bandits! The next time travel, all your traveling sims lose their inventory contents! If they had none, kill one of them! 5. Baby Boom! Get one fo your Sims pregnant 6. Other Survivors! Roll a d4 and add the resulting nuber of sims to your household! 7. Tragic accident! Kill a random sim 8. Extra Ammo! Every Sim gets a +1 to their next fitness roll! 9. Thunderstorm! Your Sims may not leave their lot for this week! 10: Supply thief! select a random sim and hoard food for this week. At the end of the week they get found out nd either killed or exiled! 11. Breach! Your wall has a breach! Reduce your funds by 150 to fix it. If you don’t have that much, kill a random sim in the resulting zombie incusrsion! 12. Illness! There’s a flareup of the deadly flu from the prison! Play with this Stage’s rules (regarding the illness) for this week! 13: Re-roll! 14. Sabotage! Your fabricator and woodworking table cannot be used this week! 15. Zombie Attack! Roll Fitness and kill accordingly! 16. Lost Child! You find a random child, adopt one! (cheat the money for the adoption) 17: Feast! Your Sims make the poorly informed decision to par-tay! Delete all the stored crops you have. 18. Horde! It’s too dangerous to leave the fortifications right now! Suspend all travel this week. 19. Foraging! Cheat yourself enough money and buy a seasonal seed packet that corresponds to this season! 20. Re-Roll!

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[remsmoonlight]

— title : brownies n’ breaks

— word count : 2.2 k words

— pairing : daryl dixon x reader

— summary : cooking is your love language and it’s time that you are able to finally make something for Daryl, protected from the high walls that alexandria boasts of are you finally able to bring that vision to life

— warnings : absolutely nothing, except sickly sweet fluff

oooo another daryl request if you’re willing!!! maybe once they get to alexandria reader makes daryl some homemade brownies or some shit because she knows he’s never had much homemade food if any just some domestic cute shit??🥺🥺♥️

          ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　requested     　/    requests are open   *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Sweetness flows throughout the air of your new home, sliding into every corner it can find to fill and warm. The smell of domesticy is something you thought perished long ago when the world died, but here you stand.. with a fresh batch of brownies in the oven baking as if life rebooted and got set back to factory settings. You move from the oven, small steps to the door to be able to survey the kitchen area once more, blinking as if to erase it from your vision, to be greeted with the punishing sun and the dirt filled roads lined with ghosts.

A cozy yellow glow is snug in the pit of your stomach as you think about who the sweet bake belongs to, Daryl has been nothing less than golden. From Atlanta, all the way to Alexandria.. he has always been one to step up without even thinking. You’d shared many secluded moments together, talking about your pasts and while he has never explicitly said anything, you have created a picture in your head about what he has gone through. The love not shared healthily to someone who will always put his family first. Even prior to the downfall of society, you loved to cook for everyone you knew.

You settle yourself with a book on the window ledge close to the kitchen, awaiting the arrival of Daryl, a giddiness that could be likened to a snowfall of glitter falling gracefully within you.

“ you know, when we finally find a new home. I will make you the best brownies you’ve ever had! “

“ if y’don’t burn ‘em first. “ he replied, the corner of his eyes crinkle so delicately as he chuckles lowly.

“ don’t be so fucking mean! here I am trying to do something nice.. it won’t kill you! “ you argue humorously, your fist balling up to punch his arm with little force.

Laughter and carelessness had been a rarity after surviving Terminus, your focus on trying to find safety.. no matter how much of a dream it may be. The journey to coming to terms with the fading faces and memories of the prison has been a painful one, comfort was not something that could easily be found, yet you found it in the least conventionally affectionate person you knew.

“ if anythin’s gonna kill me, it ain’t gonna be your cooking. “

“ actually, I cook very well. it will be a good day when I finally get to show you. “

An airy smile brightens your features, the burdenless weight unable to keep your lips stuck together. Many memories you have with him are of the fond kind, of course, the course of your bond with him runs deep but never has it been a calm sea. There have been moments where you wonder if it’s one sided, if you are inventing a picture that you wish to bleed through to reality, then you are proven wrong and he does things that you know in your heart are true. It has taken losing friends, a home, finding new hope to strengthen that bond and while you would prefer to take the easy road, you know that nothing will ever split the two of you into shards of glass that will never be able to be repaired. You’re both strong people, but stronger together.

A figure clad in black and covered in grime makes their way up the flawless road to where you rest, your vision could be awful but you can make out his being anywhere. The book you hold is laid to rest, your feet already carrying yourself to the door to meet him. Days had past since you last saw him and you can now feel the chords of longing pulling as you had missed him.

Your hand encloses the door handle, swinging it open to finally land your gaze on his form, feeling as if it had been years you’d not done so, as opposed to a few days.

“ took you long enough. “

“ yeah, yeah. quit your complainin’.  “

You move aside, Daryl taking the cue from you and entering the house that bares no soul at that present moment. Everyone is out with their own agenda or job, leaving you to potter about to your own devices.

Some peace and privacy for even a few hours is something you are thankful for, two things that had been incredibly rare from your journey from Atlanta. Though, the noise that comes with your family reminds you of the moments you couldn’t wait to be rid from as you grew up are ones that you no longer fail to appreciate.

“ did you find anybody out there? “

Daryl shakes his head, you see the trouble that he wears often become even more apparent as it overwhelms his features intensely. Knowing Daryl as well as you do, you know that while he won’t admit it out loud, every time he goes out there with Aaron to find people and finds no one wounds his spirit more and more. While his desire to save everyone is admirable, it’s often a concern to you that it might be the straw that breaks the camel’s back and he’s often met with your comforting energy of it being simply an unsustainable trait.

“ you know you won’t always find people, right? “ you ask him softly, tucking your legs underneath you as you seat yourself on the sofa.

Daryl refuses to sit, it’s a thought that regularly finds itself bouncing around your mind as to why he can’t relax even behind the walls of Alexandria.

“ yea’, still sucks though. “ he wipes his thumb across his nose, an unconscious habit on his part, discussing his thoughts and feelings has never been easy, raised in a home full of toxicity stunted him emotionally, something he still wrestles with when the occasion arises.

“ there’s going to be a day where you’ve gone and saved everyone! there won’t be anyone left for you to bring back! cut yourself some slack. “

Daryl doesn’t respond, knowing there is truth in your words but he has seen so much death already, the world gripped by dark and dim choke hold, a little dusting of life is something that has been lacking since it died. Avoidance of feelings is something Daryl flees to when the conversation gets tough, he can deal with  words full of anger and rage, but topics so delicate still feel so alien to him.

“ wha’ y’been up to? “ the male questions you, seemingly interested in what you have been up to, watching you from the otherside of the room.

As if a switch had been flipped, your eyes ignite with excitement and joy as you have finally been able to fulfil your unofficial promise to him.

“ remember when we were talking about my cooking? when you insulted it? “ the sides of your lips gently lift with a soft innocence, you feel the elation slowly warming the entirety of your body at the simpleness of it all.

“ y’ain’t gone and poisoned sumn’ have ‘ya? “ asks Daryl, turning to face you from across the floor where he stood. His tone holds a ‘ blink and you will miss it ‘ humour threaded into his words.

“ I should have! “ laughing at him, you fit your fingers between his and lead him into the kitchen with you.

Touch is still something that sends an uncomfortable shiver to travel the distance down his spine, but with everything you have been through and all the time you have spent together, touch is something he’d never turn from when thinking of you. Your relationship has been a strange, never formal one, but it is perfect for the two of you. Unspoken words full of warmth and fondness are a solidity in each one’s souls, and while you both never shared the extent of what the two of you have with the group, they have their suspicions and theories. But if they know one thing, it’s Daryl’s affection for you runs deep.

“ brownies! “

He peaks into the oven that you have opened, the rich smell of cocoa and heat baking the treats hit him like a brick, a pit forms deep in his stomach. This is different from past meals beforehand. You had gone out of your way for him, of all people. Never could he mentally grip why you have been so kind and benevolent with him but it’s something he treasures deeply. In the beginning he was more abrasive with you more than anyone else, but it used to be his go to defense mechanism with everyone in your family. Softness never being something destined for him was beaten into him for a young age, learning only how to loathe and to only say words in anger. It wasn’t until you came along and took your time with him did he let you in, something you have been grateful ever since.. especially since you have been able to discover the colourful soul that resides within him.

“ y’didn’t have to. “ he replies, his mouth watering at the mere smell of the brownies that are close to being fully baked.

“ Daryl… “ a softness in your response that is only reserved for him is heavy, your eyebrows furrowing in dejection. You know enough of his history to be confident in your placed hurt for him being unable to experience kindness in a positive manner. Your hand trails up his clothed arm and rests on his shoulder lightly, allowing for him to decide whether or not to accept the physical affection. He doesn’t shrug it off, if anything he leans more into your touch. “ you know I’m doing this because I want to, you deserve something nice! “

“ thanks. “

“ and they’re nearly done, so you best take a seat. “

Daryl follows your order with little encouragement, a smirk that he conceals from your view and sits at the lengthy dinner table. He’s having trouble connecting the dots of the dead walking and civilisation ended and the pure normalcy of him sitting at a dinner table about to eat home cooked brownies. Even back when the world was bustling with life and people working their nine to fives were home cooked meals a rarity.

“ so this is what y’spent your day on? “ he asks as he watches you with a spark of fondness in his eyes as you work in the kitchen.

“ cooking is therapeutic. “

“ y’ a weird person. “ Daryl quips, staring at you right in your eyes. His expression gives nothing away, though his eyes speak a thousand words and paint a thousand colours that you understand fully.

It’s lucky you know him so well to understand when he’s being serious and when not.

“ but you like it! “

The squares of the baked treats are uneven and jagged, your features contorting into a confused frown at how they could so well until the end. You blame the knife for the imperfection and flaws of the appearance of what lays before you, however your heart knows it’s your inability to present your dishes artistically.

“ now I apologise they don’t look good but they do taste good! “

“ y’never have to say sorry for anythin’ “ he thoughtless says, his mind to preoccupied with the food laid before him.

A picture painted by his mind long ago had you as the perfect person, it’s comforting to know the flaws you have are nothing short of charming in your own little way. With the lack of elegance associated with him, his fingers dig into the irregular shape of the brownie and shoves half of it  into his mouth.

You watch him with your breath holding itself, never have you been a person who has wanted to impress but when it comes to Daryl? You find yourself wanting to do that and more.

“ well? “

He nods with his mouth full, unable to formulate his words. His jokes about your cooking being bad have been nothing more than that, jokes. But even as he’s consuming the small squares he’s surprised at how good they taste, better than he could even imagine.

“ ain’t half bad. “

“ in Daryl speak that means they’re pretty damn great, huh? “ you question him rhetorically, amusement dancing on each word you speak as you gaze steadily on his form.

“ well y’didn’t burn the house down. “

Your mouth opens and eyes widen considerably as your expression twists from being filled to the brim of affection to one of shock, aghast at his jovial words. The laughter tumbles carelessly from your lips as you reach across to swat his arm playfully.

“ you are so rude! “

He joins in with your laughter, a sight so infrequent that you wish you could burn the image into your mind with no chance of being erased by time. It’s moments like these, where you truly feel like the only two people in the world, stolen moments you hold close to your heart. You hope that you will reach a space where you both will be able to freely express your feelings, while the mutual affection is known between the both of you, sometimes you want to use words. So he knows, because it’s something he deserves. To know how much he is loved, without cowering away from the subject.

“ nah I’m just kiddin’. thanks, I mean it. “

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