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lornahansonforbes · 3 years

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Prologue

If you’re reading this today, then you know I’m dead, dead to you as you are to me, and that should make you so very happy.

I gave it all up sitting at a red light.

This last piece is the final chapter of “The Emesis Tray of Feelings,” it’s a trilogy.

The trilogy contains one play, “Hot Neon Lights” and “Patina on the Edge,” which is a series of monologues and now this, “It Didn’t Happen,” a one act play.

The first installment, “Hot Neon Lights,” tells the story of two events. Act One is a very messy breakdown followed by the fourth and final attempt of my taking my own life. I failed four times. Act Two is about six to weeks later and the family meeting with the psychiatrist where they decide if I should be locked up in hospital or go cold Turkey. There was no option, no Grey area, only black and white.

“Patina on the Edge,” is a series of monologues that highlights moments of grand and glorious to being a homeless junkie who was sucking dick, meanwhile being a thief and a shitkicker was a great way to being truly infamous. Lofty goals. It parallels the story that’s laid out in “Hot Neon Lights.”

“It Didn’t Happen.” is a one act play with four scenes. Scene one, the night of the breakup and a month after the breakup. Scene two, a phone call about the breakup. Scene three, a group of friends who just saw the two aforementioned plays and are in a bar talking about what The New York Times will say about “Hot Neon Lights” and “Patina on the Edge.”

As you read this, do know that this is like Ivory Soap, ninety-nine and forty-four one hundredth percent (99 44/100%) true.

Several people have been merged into one character and not vice versa.

You should know that I died alone and bitter that I was never truly loved by anyone except by my dogs, Zoey, Chase, Auggie, The Brother Levi, CoCo and Harry; and my three cats, Rasselas, Othello and Belle Kitty.

I sadly cannot think of one person, past or present, who ever truly loved me.

I suffered with Bipolar Depression and Anxiety for a large portion of my life. The three guys who I stupidly referred to as my boyfriend, I see now that they barely tolerated me as did my family.

I don’t give a shit. You and whomever can say what you want about me and pepper it generously with Drama Qween. You do know that but I can only tell you what my perception was and how I saw things, but as usual, you’re right and I’m wrong. Fuck you, your opinion is paying for my funeral and you had the option not to read this.

Lastly, all the things I’ve written starting in the 1980’s and in between has been thrown out and erased etc. Yeppers. All gone. I kept it all but as of this entry, I threw it all out.

Since I’ve submitted to various outlets and people yet only to learn I’ve been ignored.

But you can find me on Tumblr and not on Tinder. Good luck with that.

Post Script:

I’ve told stories about how I lived and how I overcame. “You should write a book.” Motherfucker, don’t play with me. You ain’t gonna fucking read it. Why even bother existing? I’m done. If you really want to know, actually pick up the phone and call me. Bye, Felicia.

I forgot to tell you that someone asked me not to give up writing. Sorry but I’m not gonna change my mind about cutting off my nose to spite myself.

Scene One

The late summer sun was slowly going down as we approached the corner of Melrose and North Robertson.

Granted it was nearly 8:00 PM, the sun was still blazing away. I turned to look from the passenger seat to see people milling about waiting to go inside but also the paparazzi was there gawking and snapping pictures.

She slowed the car down for just a millisecond and then took a sharp left turn. Then Sister Mary of the Perpetual Parking Spot smiled down upon us and she pulled in and parked the car.

The restaurant sign read Ty’s Thai Tie Dye, an Indochina Conglomerate. We went inside and were seated way in the back. It was a jungle, flowers, potted trees and Passion Flower vines everywhere. The sun broke through like mosaic tiles.

Dinner was delicious and uneventful. She was now pulling up in front of my modest flat.

“Darling, I’m sure we’ve had a wonderful evening but I feel that my husband is all over us these past few weeks. I’m just so sick and tired of seeing his Gold Audi here and there every time we go out. Why can’t we agree to disagree with the fact that I’m who I am and you are you we aren’t able to carry on like this anymore. I know that I should break it to you gently, but let’s rip the fucking Band-Aid off, it’s over. Don’t speak. Let’s go our separate ways with our splendiferous memories and as the cliché states, when you do speak of me, be kind,” she blurted out without looking at me.

It took me a moment and then I watched her Black Jaguar Vandam Plas glide away and disappear. Nearly comatose, I fumbled for my keys and took those first tentative steps towards the front door. I saw my cat in the window and her deep gold eyes. We looked directly at each other. I got in my car only to pound the steering wheel with tears in my eyes.

“You ungrateful bitch,” I screamed so loud that my ears were ringing worse than being a rock concert.

I drove into the night with flashes of our tongues lashing about like in some porn as we tore our clothes off each other. She was moist. My turgidity.

I landed at Pfeiffer Beach and I saw a Sandpiper. Fuck my life. The sound of the crashing waves and the sun rising. Stumbling back to my car I spied that CHP had paid a visit with a bright orange parking ticket tucked neatly underneath the wiper blades. God damn it to hell.

When I turned the car over, the radio was blaring, some static but nonetheless it jangled my nerves.

“Now, I am strong enough. Now, I’m strong enough to accept change. Yes, my darling, if you want to live in another place, I can understand it. It’ gonna hurt for a little while, but I can understand it, but before you walk out that door, touch me in the morning,” this woman’s anger and hurt were front and center. We were simpatico at that moment. We were both in a world of hurt and she like me, we were not feeling it.

I tapped a button on my car radio and my playlist replaced her voice as I pulled into traffic on Route 1 South heading home leaving Pfeiffer Beach in my rear view mirror.

Whoever that female voice was previously on my radio, I felt like Kathy Bates and I was swinging that sledgehammer and I left her there to suffer.

Normally I’m not that guy who “gets in touch with their feelings.” It’s just not in my DNA and when I do “get in touch,” it’ll be like a Gatling gun. Crumpled up like a wad of paper, riddled with bullets and left to die gasping for breath in a pool of blood.

This morning I got up and was meandering around my neighborhood. I have absolutely no idea how it happened but I stopped into a local coffee shop and got a Chai Latte. I usually get a green juice with pomegranate and Acai.

I was in a deep, deep funk since I had dinner with my friend and she dumped me. Who was she to me? My girlfriend; friend with benefits: fuck buddy; mistress or just another conquest? Whatever it was, it was good and it lasted but it wasn’t like this hadn’t happened before and so this came to pass and now in my mind I heard Louis Prima singing, “…everywhere I go.” If I really wanted to hear that song, I’d rather find the David Lee Roth remake.

Apparently I got my steps in this morning without some contraption attached to me or some app on my phone. I plunked my narrow behind down on a concrete Jersey barrier and I looking at the waves crashing onto Dockweller Beach. I know it’s not Malibu Beach just a short drive North and it certainly wasn’t Malibu Beach in Boston. From that vantage point, you’ll see the highway and Sister Corita Kent’s artwork in the distance.

Seriously what the fuck, yo? Processing, tabulating, analyzing, and parsing the events of being dumped. I know I saw the data, but what did it reveal? Was it actually that simple or was I looking at the galley’s for the unabridged Cyrillic version of Tolstoy’s tome with copious notes in the margins. Could I decipher The Daily Jumble? Was I looking at some foreign language? Was I experiencing some sort of dyslexia? Sigh! Could I really clean this mess with a piece of used snotty paper?

I’m solving Pi!! Yeah, yeah!! That’s the ticket!!

I clenched my hand around my paper cup and almost spilled my Chai latte. I was fucking pissed.

“Ungrateful BITCH,” that right I said it and I said it with such furious anger venom was dripping of my fangs.

What a difference a day makes. Bull-fucking-shit. Something felt dissimilar yet had I seen the same thing from a different vantage point?

At that exact moment I heard one of those thumper cars approaching blaring something I didn’t understand anything but I did hear, “Baile, baile con El General” and just like that the car was gone. Was Joy Division only for headphones? This is Los Angeles not Colby College.

Perched on the Jersey barrier, I wasn’t contemplating why lint gets in my navel. I couldn’t dodge raindrops. Had I tabled my ego? Were my expectations quickly quieted? Was it like that thumper car; was I blaring or amplifying some sort of acceptance of defeat? The hounds had been released at the same time as I gave up my control? I can be that Type-A personality, driven and getting in touch with my feeling resided in an abyss somewhere, but the fuck if I know.

I felt dampness. Where am I now? Am I on the Maid of the Mist or standing underneath Niagara Falls? God damn it to hell!! I was crying. I normally don’t do that. I clenched my jaw so tightly I had TMJ.

“Mission Accomplished,” I think was actually the last time I did cry, but that was for my furry friends, Mickey & Minnie and then it was Stanley & Blanche. Do I get ahold of the anger in me? What the fuck? Maybe a word, a smile, an hour of happiness? NETX??!! I picked up my phone. I scrolled through my contacts. In a parallel universe, I called you a thousand times when I know I did not and I never will call you.

A boisterous and vociferous colony of seagulls appeared just a few yards away from me. Fuck. Hitchcock.

My paper cup is empty. I knew I had to dispose of it. Recycle, reuse, repurpose or like this affair, would it end up in a landfill? Just another thing to be unceremoniously and recklessly tossed away. It’s just a thing.

With a great exasperated sigh, eight months, two weeks and a day. That’s how long it lasted without me actually keeping track of it. Don’t go there. Don’t judge me. Men and women silently judge me and you but I can only assume they leave something on me so I don’t catch cold. Oh, shit. We had seen other naked. She fucking hurt me. Okay, I’m not that person, who’d scrawl, No Sale, on a mirror if I found a check and a note that read, “Last night was dope.”

My phone beeped, a text message letting me know I had to drive to Pacoima.

Gotta bounce. Later. Onto embrace the new challenges ahead and channel them into existence.

Scene Two

Part Three.

A Hello, bleep.

B How did you know it was me?

A I’ve known for a long time and plus it’s out there.

B Why did you say that?

A What did I say exactly?

B Don’t give me that bullshit. I saw it.

A I told you about how I felt but then I felt around in the dark and I didn’t know how that single cell actually started to feel like encouragement.

B What I said was to do it for yourself and not me.

A I did it for you first and then afterwards I got to me.

B You took more than you should have and you took it to another place. Also that’s not how it went down.

A It’s how some people work. As I told before, give me a thing to work with and I can easily create from there.

B I only told you about a sixteenth of what happened.

A But that was enough for me and those three sentences told me everything I needed to know. Fuck bleep, I told you recently about my Bipolar Depression and how I grapple with it hour by hour and mostly by myself with no assistance or guidance from anyone.

B I appreciate that and your candor but it makes me crazy. But fuck bleep, I know how mentally exhausted some people feel being in your orbit.

A Bleep, dude, we’re trying to get to that place in the day where we can say, I’m still here. First we get out of bed unassisted and the rest is gravy.

B Why such labels? I mean I know most of the names but you know I’m a tee shirt and jeans.

A Without inferring or intimating the slightest thing, I had a good feeling that who she is and most likely she has her own money but she doesn’t dismiss her husband’s money.

B I have my own money too but I’m not going to be seen eating on North Robertson.

A Possibly I’d see you at one place on Melrose or on Alameda and they’re not that far from where I put you. Then again, there’s a place around the way and you can walk there. I pay attention to things like that ever since I saw Russell Simmons ex wife Creamora eating at raw restaurant in LA a few years ago.

B Wow. How did find that out?

A She had a reality show and they showed her eating there and as a woman of color, she nearly lost her mind. One of things they served was a pizza but it wasn’t a New York pepperoni pizza all hot and gooey with cheese. I yelled at the TV, Gurl, I’ll take a slice. I’m in.

B Wait a minute, bleep. You told me you have issues with food.

A I do but sometimes I’ve got to throw caution to the wind and suffer with each delicious bite.

B So that’s why you fabricated that restaurant.

A Well, kinda sorta. When I was in LA, I found a great little Thai place a few blocks away from The Dolby and if I remembered the name I would’ve told you about it. They’ve got some amazing vegan options.

B This is one of the things I find about you, you know some of the most trivial things and it’s fucking scary.

A Bleep, I just hope I don’t actually lose my mind. I’d hope that you or someone else would put me down if dementia or Alzheimer’s effected me.

B Don’t say that. I sometimes like it when you remember what happened way back when.

A I’m not sure what’s going to happen but I’m still here regardless.

B I’ve got to ask why you said I cried.

A Bleep, you are but one of many Taurus men I know and if they do actually cry, it’ll be in the shower and they’d never admit to knowing how to cry. They might well up with tears but never cry in front of anyone ever.

B That’s fucked up.

A Taurus men do write but never about their feelings nor do they own a diary or journal. If that April born man exists who shares their feelings, they are a very rare breed of man.

B Well writing isn’t my thing.

A You sound exhausted.

B I had to compose myself and all the while I cursed your name.

A Oh it’s because I hit a nerve?

B You’re the last person I’d ever, of course, I think of to wax philosophic and then admit it to someone else let alone admit it to myself.

A Bleep, motherfucker, I’m completely aware and yet I’m not living under the delusion by pining away waiting for you to ask.

B No, it’s not that but does fall in the same zip code and then I used one word, empath. You dug as deep as you could and I’m like, fuck, man, I’m on the phone with you.

A Bleep. Bleep. I’ve known ever since your old EarthLink email and I never and I wouldn’t unless you asked. I told you before I see things that I don’t necessarily understand and with each message, I just end up seeing something.

B I gathered as much. There’s my Nou-Nou. Come up. It’s okay. Come on, Nou-Nou. Move your lard ass, Janx. There you go. All better. Rumple, not a word. You stay right there and let Nou-Nou get some.

A The kittehs!!

B Don’t distract. I’m not sure if you have a malignant will or you gave me something to think about.

A I can’t apologize more. I’m truly very sorry. I riffed on an idea and here we are.

B Life isn’t over as you think of it just because you’re alive. There’s more.

A That’s why I told you that I wouldn’t write again. Stirred the pot.

B You’re a dick.

A And your point is? A cunt? I’m The Dowager Empress and that’s all there is to that.

B You’re so full of shit.

A We’re not going to snap at each other like two terriers.

B Is this what we’ve been reduced to? Bickering just for arguments sake?

A You’re the one with the brown eyes, so you could possibly be full of shit. I’ve got green eyes, pea green with jealousy.

B You said some shit and it hit me. What’s that thing you usually say? Oh yeah, it’s a punch in the face you can’t take back.

A Bleep, dude. Most people want that moment in life where someone grabs ahold of you and pleads with you not to leave. It’s been played out in the movies, but not in our lives, right? I don’t know the life you led but I’ve had three boyfriends and each one of them dumped me. I’ve cried and played all the sad songs. You could have possibly done the same thing but let’s face it fucking Cher said it best, we all sleep alone.

B Whitney clapped back and said I’d rather be alone than be unhappy.

A True. But I had the near perfect relationship with The Beast. More than 40 years together. We both had separate lives and we were celibate lovers. We had each other’s back we did everything for love but we never did that. I knew that he wasn’t some Sir Galahad to love from afar, motherfucker was two legged boa constrictor. I’m okay with dying alone and unloved.

B That’s really a fucking bleak future. Well insert a happy go-lucky cliché here followed by Shady Pines. I can’t with you, bleep.

A I know that we’re estranged but don’t divorce me or fire me just yet.

B Okay.

-The curtain comes down and the audience breaks out in an uproar of applause and cheers-

Scene Three

E What was that we just watched?

CI wish I knew.

E 90 minutes of a conversation that never happened?

D Clearly you’ve missed the point of it. Two guys who knew each other since high school and they meet up years later. One guy had a bad break up and the other guy was now, as he said, a widower.

C Excuse me?

E Yeah excuse me. I don’t see it. Okay high school is one thing but forty years later, they’re talking like that?

D Okay let’s go for a quick pop at The Stone and we’ll go home afterwards.

E Which stone?

C I think that the closest one is Rosetta.

D No. That��s by Park Avenue. I think this one is Killarney but is it Kilkerry? Fuck. It’s right here at 8th Avenue.

C Don’t make thing of it but look over getting of that cab, Miles Silverberg.

E I know that name.

D Murphy Brown.

C It is him. Not bad looking but not my type.

D Bitch, your type is anyone who can make the letter O.

C You should talk. You’re still paying off that asbestos abatement from the last one.

D The two of you are practically virgins again, but then again Father Frank doesn’t give confessionals.

C/E Fuck you.

D Oh look, we’re here.

E I’ve always wondered exactly how many bars in Manhattan are actually Irish bars.

C Probably a few but I’m not sure. There’s only one Blarney Stone and I think it’s in Lower Manhattan not here in Midtown. I’m thinking that anything above 23rd Street is either owned by The Vara or Lyons’ Brothers.

E Damn.

D Hello, Merrick. We like a bottle of your best Shiraz and three glasses. We’ll be over here. Thank you. Yes, Merrick, yes you’re all that but put a ring on it.

E Why won’t you just fuck him and get it over with?

D We like this game. We just love to flirt with each other. No harm, no foul.

C She’s been playing with Merrick for years and he loves the attention.

E I wonder what The Times says tomorrow.

D This is the the last chapter of the trilogy. Uh…

C First was Hot Neon Lights, second was Patina on the Edge and now, It Didn’t Happen.

D I can’t get it out of my head that one scene with the mother fighting with the dad. She was so mad at him, she put out a cigarette in her hand.

C Oh fuck yeah, that was fucking brutal.

E Can someone get that mad?

D She’s his mother and momma bear wasn’t having it.

C True but I’m not sure about the pretentious names. Trenton Burroughs English and Daniel Charles Snyder. But you know what? They’re actual people. I found out that Trenton is some how many times removed from the Queen of Norway and Daniel is a surgeon with Doctors Without Borders. AND the most fucked up thing is that they don’t know each and have never met.

D You know what’s even more fucked up than? There’s an actual family here on the social register here in New York with the last name, Frankenstein. Google that.

E Thank you, Merrick. Ladies, a toast?

C Yes please and don’t be stingy.

D Miss Thing, leave some for the rest of us.

ALL 3 Cheers! Give my regards to Broadway!!

E Hot Neon Lights was excellent, though I thought the two fantasy moments were beyond me.

D Why?

E Is that what you’d expect from dropping a hit of acid?

C Not all the time. It’s different from person to person. I did it once and I had goosebumps most of the time and I saw these white penny tiles dance like waves and I was surfing.

D I went to see a midnight showing of Eraserhead in college and I hate that fucking movie. Sigh. I cringe whenever I hear, Eraserhead is dead. I wanna punch someone in the face.

E Damn and I said I was traumatized by seeing Gina Gershon’s pubic hair in Killer Joe. I’m sorry but on the silver screen in a crowded theater. I shudder to think.

C A straight guy cringing at the mound of Venus? What happened? Did you see your mother in the shower?

E It’s not that deep. My face is one thing but on a forty-foot screen? Shit was scary.

D Yeah that is unforgettable. Besides that, was the movie any good?

E I don’t know. I mean William Friedkin directed The Exorcist. Both are going to fuck with your head, period.

D Oh yeah he did but what was really fucked up was in Patina on the Edge when he told us how his father and stepmother thought that they were watching his life story on the silver screen.

C What fucked with my head with my head was when he told us that he actually went to M Street and those stairs. I saw the picture and it was daytime and the caption read, Here laid Father Merrin’s body. Regan MacNeil astro-projected his priestly self right out the window. Rest in Power, Mercedes McCambridge.

E What?

C Yeah. Gimme a second.

D You’re obsessed much?

C I couldn’t believe it myself and I took a screenshot. Look.

E Damn. That’s really fucked up. Here.

D Oh my God! That is fucked up.

C I know reality stranger than fiction.

E It wasn’t science fiction or was it tonight?

D Whatever it was, it was some great writing. He can tell a story.

C What did you get out of it?

E I’m thinking that after seeing Hot Neon Lights, Patina on the Edge and tonight’s It Didn’t Happen, I think they should have a face to face and make a decision if they’re going to be actual friends and figure out if they want to be celibate lovers and in a platonic marriage.

D Fuck that bullshit. It’s obvious that they are actually going to have a contentious relationship and they’re not going to find each other sitting together chatting it up in Shady Pines. The only thing that they can have is a hidden mutual respect for each other and the rest of us can only imagine that since neither one of them will admit to anything. He’s a whore and he’s a prude. They don’t know what they want, but can they be friends in any iteration of the meaning. We’ll never know.

C Well…unrequited love can keep you going. Okay I’ve got unrequited love too but I see mine as that song, All American Boy by Steve Grand. I just love that song and I’m obsessed with the media calling it Brokeback Breakout and he’s like the Gay Cowboy. That’s really a bad cliché but it’s even worse to know that not every fag wants to suck the quarterback’s dick. Yeah let that big man on campus get a pot belly and go bald, and at the 40th high school reunion you’re still in a size seven like me and what’s even worse is that all the girls want to kill me.

D Do let me know when old and bitter arrives.

E Oh c’mon. It can’t be all that bad. You’re supposed to live off a compliment for two weeks, but I always hope for the best. I mean I like my family and we all get along.

C Well how nice for you but I doubt it. It’s like Homer isn’t going to strangle Bart for the umpteenth time.

E Back to the other moment in Hot Neon Lights, what was up with that Diana Ross scene?

D That was explained in Patina.

C Yeah. He went to the Diana Ross Live at Caesar’s Palace show on two hits of mescaline but I think the point was like she said, I am and I’m going to be.

D Powerful.

E Didn’t he also explain how he could actually touch the guy on the flying trapeze at the circus. Apparently he likes dropping acid.

C Patina had that whole conversation about “Gee whiz. Boy I was drunk last night.”

D Yeah it was consensual but I’m not sure if they were that drunk or that high.

E I know right but he did fuck that girl after an eight ball.

C Oh yes! He was up to THANGS!!

D Indeed he was but that failed threesome was even funnier.

E Give the guy a break. I’m not sure if he wanted to fuck the husband in front of his wife or fuck the wife as the husband was going to fuck him.

C YES!! The bamboo chair hanging from the ceiling. If I was in that same situation I have no idea how to proceed.

E True, true, but I’m glad he told us from the jump, we’d never believe it actually happened. My mind hurts.

D Look gentlemen, the bottle is empty and we all have to go to work in a few hours. Let’s table this for the next time. Until then.

E Okay but it’s Romeo & Juliet with social media at The Public.

C That’s got to be something else. We’ll text after we read the review in The Times.

ALL 3 Good night, Merrick!!

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imaginedisish · 5 years

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Take On Me (Otis Milburn x Reader) (Sex Education)

A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE OMG. OKAY UMMMM THANK YOU FOR 300 FOLLOWERS. I KINDA CRIED BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL SO AMAZING. ANYWAY...here’s some smut :) hehehehe! This was SUPER requested. The title is based on the Aha song of the same name. My friends tell me I look like the girl who dances to this song in that vine...so if you ever wanna know what I look like, I kinda look like her??? ANYWAY... I hope you alllll enjoy :) Thank you for all the love and support <3 xxxxx (oh and Colin Ritman smut is up next LOL BYE)

Summary: You and Otis decide that it’s time to take things to the next step in your relationship....for the first time...SMUT!

Warnings: SMUT. SMUT. SMUT. language...fluff...yeppers.

Word Count: 2,124

Also...I made a part two that I’ll link here!

You walk down the road, your hand in his, giggling, talking about anything and everything that comes to your mind. Your yellow sundress sways in the wind, a smile plastered across your face.

“I mean you’re lying if you say you wouldn’t kill to go back to 1979 and see Joy Division live!” Otis says, his ocean eyes glowing in the moonlight. You stare into them, drowning wave after wave.

“Well sure, but what about Lou and Bowie?” You say back, arching a brow in Otis’s direction. He nods, agreeing. “You rather see Joy Division, don’t you?” You ask, laughing a bit. You knew when Otis was holding something back from you. You could see it in his eyes, or simply in the way he held himself. He gets fidgety and restless.

“O-okay w-well m-maybe. Yes. I’d rather see Joy Division,” Otis says finally, an apologetic smile spreading across his face.

He was too cute to even care that he disagreed with you. “Oh well,” You say, pausing, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I guess I just have better taste than you.” You giggle loudly.

“Guess I’ll just have to accept that my girlfriend is far cooler than I ever will be,” Otis says back, throwing his hands up to meet yours, grabbing them softly. He plants a kiss on your forehead, and you hum with pleasure. It was little moments like these that made your heart sing, no matter how innocent or small.

You two continuing walking, your hand still in his. Otis had been your boyfriend for about two months, but you and he had been friends for much longer. Everything seemed so perfect, except for one thing.

Sex.

It wasn’t necessarily taboo in your relationship, you and Otis had talked about it before, but, you were a virgin, and so was he. Obviously, there was no problem with that. But you had both gotten to the point where you genuinely wanted each other. Otis was over his intimacy issues, thanks to you, and you felt like you were ready to take your relationship to the next step.

You see Otis’s house up a head, the massive, red, Queen Anne style home still vibrant in the dark of night. A few lights are still on inside the house, but it was likely that Otis’s mother had gone to bed. It was late. Stars hang carefully in the night sky, dancing over a round, full moon. The trees sway in the crisp summer wind. Otis stops for a second, taking both your hands in his.

“Do you want to, m-maybe, c-come inside?” Otis asks nervously, biting his lip. You can’t help but smile.

“Yeah, yeah I’d like that,” You say, pulling him along the path as you walk forward. He stumbles a bit, tripping over his own feet as he catches up with you. Eventually you two approach the front door.

Otis puts a finger to his lips, cautioning you to be quiet. You nod your head in response. Otis slowly opens the door, trying to make as little noise as possible. The door creeks loudly, and Otis’s turquoise eyes fling open widely, filling with anxiety. You let out a small giggle, covering your mouth immediately after, trying to suppress your laughter. Normally, sneaking around was “sexy”, but not with Otis. He was so adorable, so cute.

“Now that’s not fair. My sneaking skills are quite good, ya know,” Otis whispers, a smirk plastered on his face. You smile, shaking your head in disbelief. Then, Otis grabs your hand, pulling you swiftly into the dimly light house. He shuts the door behind you, and guides you up the stairs and into his room.

You somehow successfully reach Otis’s room without banging into anything, or worse, waking his mother up. He closes the door to his room, and slides the brass lock into place.

Your eyes gloss over his room. His bed sat in the center of the attic like space, the walls covered in different band posters. You spot a giant Joy Division poster next to his bed, and a The Stranglers poster right next to that.

On the other side of the room was a bookcase, holding Otis’s extensive collection of records and books. You walk over to the case, scanning to see which records he had. Not to your surprise, the boy had everything from Arcade Fire, to Arctic Monkeys, to the Beatles, to Nirvana.

The room screamed Otis. It was a perfect personification of his personality, and you loved it.

Otis smiles at you softly, grabbing your hand again, and walking you over to the bed. He sits down on the edge of the twin mattress, and you sit down next to him. Otis looks deeply into your eyes, his aquamarine gaze filling your stomach with excitement. Your heart flutters in your chest.

“I know that we’ve been talking a lot about…” Otis trails off. He swallows harshly, his Adam’s apple bopping in his throat. “W-well about sex. If you don’t feel comfortable with this I completely unders-,”

You cut him off before he can finish his sentence. “I want this, Otis. I really do.”

“A-are you sure?” He asks, arching a brow.

“Yes, I’m positive.”

Without any hesitation, Otis’s hands come up to cup your cheeks, and he pulls you into a hungry kiss. His tongue brushes against your top lip, asking for permission to enter. You part your lips slightly, as his tongue dances across your teeth, intertwining with your tongue every now and then. You pull apart for a second, trying to catch your breath.

Otis breathes deeply as his hand brushes against your inner thigh, his eyes refusing to leave yours. You melt under his touch. He slowly moves higher, searching your eyes for permission. You nod your head eagerly in response.

His hand then makes its way closer to you core, and you whimper in anticipation. Otis slowly pushes your flowing yellow dress up.

“I know I already asked but I just want to-,”

You cut him off again. “Otis, I want you.” He nods, pushing your dress up farther. His hand slides up your thigh again, reaching towards your heat. His thumb begins to brush against your clit over your panties, getting faster each second.

A muffled moan escapes your lips. Otis smirks, and stops. You send a disapproving frown in his direction, but to your delight, Otis slowly begins to pull at the hem of your panties. He takes his time as he gets down on the floor, and slips them off your legs.

You decide it’s time to turn the tables a bit. Your hand reaches across Otis’s thigh as he sits back up on the bed. You begin to palm him through his jeans.

“F-fuck,” Otis groans loudly. You quickly put a single finger up to his lips, signaling for him to be quiet. His mother is most likely just down the hall, you think to yourself.

Otis nods, and you continue to palm his shaft through his blue jeans, his erection growing. You slowly unzip his pants, undo his belt and pull down his jeans. You reach down to continue palming him, but he grabs your hand before you can do anything else.

“No. My turn to make you feel good,” Otis says, pushing you down on the bed. You’re shocked at Otis’s sudden confidence, but pleased nonetheless. He pulls your yellow sundress over your head, revealing your lacy bra underneath.

“My god you're gorgeous.” Heat rises to your cheeks.

Otis’s hand travels across your chest, down your stomach, finally resting on your heat. He begins to play with your clit again, circling the spot slowly with his thumb.

“O-otis,” You call out, your eyes falling shut, a fire beginning to burn in the pit of your stomach.

“Do you like that?” Otis asks, rubbing faster now. You open your eyes, nodding your head up and down eagerly.

“Y-yes,” You mutter. You had touched yourself before, but this felt so much different. It felt amazing. Suddenly, you feel Otis’s finger slide over your wet opening. He looks to you for permission once again. “Y-yes please.” He does as you say, sliding a finger into your opening.

“Tell me what feels good, and what doesn’t,” Otis says, his eyes wide with concern.

“H-holy shit,” You cry out, pleasure washing over you. Otis shushes you politely, a smirk stretching across his face. “Th-this f-feels r-really g-good.”

The feeling of Otis’s finger filling you up, and his thumb toying with your clit begins to become overwhelming. You were seconds away from coming, and you knew it.

“O-otis, I think I’m going t-to,” You stutter as Otis picks up his pace, inserting another finger, the sensation itself practically sending you over the edge. He thrusts become even faster. In, out, in out, in out.

“Shuuuush, let go love,” Otis coos. Your walls flutter around his fingers.

“F-fuck! Otis!” You shout, coming around his fingers. Otis lessens his pace, and pulls out of you. “M-my god that was a-amazing.” You laugh, pulling Otis closer to you. “I want you, Otis. I need you.” Otis’s jaw drops. He quickly reaches over to the nightstand next to him, grabbing a condom from the drawer. He unwraps the packaging, slowly slipping the condom over his hard cock.

You hurriedly pull off his shirt, kissing him passionately at any chance you get. You yank down Otis’s boxers, revealing his hard member. Otis takes his erected cock into his hand, looking to your eyes one more time for permission. You nod your head in response as he lines himself up with your entrance.

Suddenly, Otis’s cock fills pushes through your folds and inside of you.

“Oh sh-shit,” Otis mutters, burying his head in your neck, and then pushing himself up again.

“H-holy f-fuck,” You cry out, tears rushing to your eyes. You knew it would feel different than fingering yourself, or how Otis had just fingered you, but this was different than what you expected. It hurt, but just for a second. After some time, the pain began to subside. Otis waits a minute, making sure you’ve adjusted to his size.

“A-are you alright?” Otis asks, brushing your cheek with his hand.

“Y-yes,” You mutter.

“Are you sure. We can stop if you don’t want to go any further,” Otis says, his voice kind and reassuring.

“No, I want this. I want you,” You say back to him, passion in your eyes. Otis nods, and begins to thrust in and out of you gently. The pain erases itself, and is replaced by total and utter pleasure. “F-fuck Otis.”

“(Y/N),” Otis hums as he quickens his pace. His cock was hard. It felt so good. “M-my g-god you’re so f-fucking wet,” Otis coos. His words alone could make you come.

Otis’s hand reaches down to your clit, and he begins to toy with it again. You dig your fingernails into his back, practically ready to scream in pleasure as he draws circles at your heat. Otis begins to lose his rhythm, his thrusts becoming extremely sloppy.

“I’m, I’m g-going to c-come,” Otis cries out shakily as a fire pools in your lower abdomen.

“M-me too,” You breath heavily. Your walls tighten around Otis’s pulsating cock. “Otis!” You cry out, coming around him.

“Oh-oh fuck,” Otis moans, letting go, thrusting deeply into you one last time.

Otis pulls out of your opening, crashing down on the bed, next to you. You lay there for some time, not saying anything, just enjoying each other’s company.

“That was…” You trail off. “Absolutely perfect.” You turn on your side to face Otis. He’s beaming with joy. He reaches a hand to your face, pushing the hair out of your eyes.

“Yeah, just like you,” He smirks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling the covers over you two.

“I love you, Otis,” You whisper into his ear.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Otis murmurs. Your eyes flutter closed, and open again, becoming heavy with sleep. You press your face into Otis’s chest, pressing kisses there.

“You know you aren’t just some guy in the corner, right? You’re special. You’re so fucking special,” You say, looking up to him. His diamond eyes meet your gaze.

“And you know you’re more important and more beautiful than every star in the galaxy, right?” You smile against his chest, pressing a kiss on his collarbone.

You really did love that boy, far more than words could ever say.

Far more than anything else.

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amethystdarkwolf · 6 years

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Perfect Imperfections [Chapter One]

AU: College

Ship: Eventual Royalilty

Warnings, for the entire fic: Swearing, body/self-image issues, insecurities, cross-dressing,

Word count: 1,892

Okay! So this is a fic based on an Rp I am currently doing with @side-for-sides This also takes place in the same universe as another fic I’m writing with them that will cross over a bit. That is the Analogical half of the au titled [Emotionless Emotionals]

As it’s ongoing, there may be more warnings added if need be, so be cautious and actually read them before each chapter in case I have updated them.

Hope you enjoy!

[Ch.1] / [Ch.2] / [Ch.3] / [Ch.4] / [Etc. Soon]

Patton sighed, holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he moved his clothes into the drawers on one side of the room, he wouldn't say it was his side, in case his roommate wanted that side, he'd move his stuff... "Virgil, I promise you, it'll be okay, if you don't like your roommate you can just ignore him..." He reassured his best friend, as best he could despite being mildly worried about the same.

Roman did his best to navigate the hallways with the multitude of bags and suitcases he dragged along. “Almost... there...!” He took a deep breath and burst into the room he would live in for the next nine months, a bright smile on his face. “Greetings, fellow roommate! I hope we will become- fuck!” The ugly curse left Roman’s lips as he tripped over one of his duffle bags, sprawling across the floor. Patton jumped and squeaked dropping the phone at the incredibly loud noise, "Oh my goodness!" He squealed before glancing over to who he assumed was his roommate that was now on the floor, "Are you okay?" He asked standing up and walking over to him.

Roman groaned his face flushing pink. “Physically, I’m fine,” he reassured the stranger. “But my pride is in shambles! How will I ever... recover...” He trailed off, gazing up at his adorable roommate with wide, awed eyes. “Hello, there...” Patton giggled a bit at that, before smiling and holding his hand out to try to help him up, "Hiya, I'm Patton Frost..." He introduced himself, Roman grinned and accepted his roommate’s outstretched hand, doing a dramatic little twirl when he was back on his feet. “And I am Roman Prince! It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!” "Pleasure's mine!" Patton replied doing a bit of a dramatic bow, "Um- Oh! Shhhhhhh- Shoot!" He quickly went back over to where he had left his phone. "Hey, Virgil, sorry... I just met my roommate... I didn't mean to scare you..."

Roman held up his hand to cover his snickers as Patton went back to his phone call. He gathered up his suitcases and gradually started to unpack, humming to himself quietly as he did so. Patton stayed on the phone for a bit with Virgil, again reassuring him over and over that his roommate will be fine and if not he can ignore him, before eventually, Virgil said he had to go, "Alright, just remember, you can text me whenever okay? Alright, buh-bye." He said hanging up and getting back to unpacking. Roman organized his clothes into his drawers and closet... and also shoved his enormous pride flag into the bottom of his closet when he was certain Patton wasn’t paying attention. Once he got off the phone, he glanced over, giving him a smile. “Was that a friend of yours?”

Patton glanced over his shoulder, "Hmm? Oh! Yeah, a good friend from high school. He's all worried about his roommate hating him or being homophobic or something like that, but I've got a good feeling so I was trying to keep him calm." He explained as he finished unpacking and sat down on his bed. Roman froze at that, feeling a spark of curiosity, but he tried to play it cool. “Oh! Ohhh, so your friend is... gay?” He asked as casually as he could, continuing to unpack his clothes. "Yeah!" Patton responded cheerfully before stopping, his tone dropping into something much more serious and less bubbly. "Is um... Is there a problem with that?" He asked

Roman’s eyes widened in horror at the change in tone. No, this wasn’t going as planned! “No, no, I’m fine with them! The gays! I mean, I’m not- fuck, why am I so bad at this?” He opened his closet, his face turning red as he pulled out the massive pride flag he had hidden. Patton looked at the pride flag and beamed, "Oh cool! So are you gay or another part of the community? It doesn't matter to me! I'm Pan!" He stated the words were so easy to say now. Roman breathed a large sigh, an intense wave of relief crashing over him. “Oh thank God,” he whispered, then blurted out, “I’m, like, a raging homosexual.”

Patton snorted, covering his mouth to conceal his giggles, "Well then, I'm glad we're on the same page," he said smiling at him. Roman’s face turned tomato red. “I, uh, yep! Me too!” He replied eloquently. Gasping at a sudden idea, he whisks the pride flag out of his closet. “That means I can hang this up!”

"Yay!! We can make the room even gayer than it already is!" He joked, before laying back on his bed and stretching slightly. Roman beamed, grabbing some hooks to hang up the pride flag on the ceiling. “That’s the spirit!” He shouted, grabbing a chair and standing on it, easily reaching the ceiling. "Careful! Don't fall, I can't catch you!" Patton said looking up at his now even taller roommate. Roman laughed, carefully attaching the hooks to the ceiling. “I am the epitome of beauty and grace! I’ll be fine!”

Patton snorted again as he sat up, "You tripped coming in through the door, " he teased, before murmuring, "But beauty is definitely correct..."

“Look, I’ll admit, that wasn’t my proudest moment...” Roman paused, hearing Patton mumble something under his breath. “Did you say something?” He asked, smiling playfully. Patton hummed questioningly before realizing he said that out loud and flushing red, "U-Um! No... Nope... nothing? I didn't say anything after the you tripping coming in the door comment..." Roman’s grin turned more sly. “Alright, dear... if you say so.” He gave Patton a wink before turning back to his task. "Okay... Then..." He whispered, his voice cracking, he immediately just grabbed his phone to distract himself from becoming even more flustered and to also hide his face from Roman.

Roman went back to absentmindedly humming as he hung up the flag, beaming and hopping down from the chair once he was done. “There! It’s perfect!” Patton looked up, and smiled, "Yeppers Peppers! It looks great!" He giggled Roman burst into laughter, doubling over. “Did you just say yeppers peppers?!” He wiped a tear from his eye, giggling uncontrollably. “Goodness gracious, I’m definitely stealing that.”

"I-I-I just! It's a cute thing and- No! It's mine don't steal it!!!" He whined, mostly joking. Roman couldn’t help laughing even more as he walked over to Patton, giving his nose a teasing little boop. “You’re absolutely right: it is adorable. And I am definitely going to be using it now.” Patton scrunched up his nose, "Aw... Fine....you can use it....on one condition..." He said crossing his arms and smirking. Roman’s eyebrows raised in curiosity, having not expected that? “Oh? Well, what’s the condition?” He asked, giving Patton his own smirk. Patton quickly reached up booping Roman's nose as well, "Boop! Okay, you can use it now." He said sticking out his tongue jokingly at him

Roman snickered at that, then suddenly gasped, draping his hand over his forehead. “You’ve wounded me!” He collapsed to the floor, sticking a leg up into the air. “How will I ever recover from this?!” Patton giggled kneeling beside him on the floor, he gasped "Oh no!!! What have I done?!?" He got a bit closer, "How on earth can I help you recover?" Roman shook his head, holding his hand out as if to stop Patton. “No, I’m afraid nothing can be done about this,” he said weakly, giving a pathetic cough. “I’m afraid I’m... I-I’m...”

"No! No!! There has to be something I can do!! I'll do anything!!!" He said holding onto Roman's hand delicately. Roman sighed dramatically, coughing again. “W-Well... I suppose... a kiss on the hand... would save me...” He glanced at Patton, hoping he wasn’t taking the joke too far. Patton put his own hand on his chest, "Well then! If it must be done! I see no other choice!" He said before actually kissing Roman's hand then looking back at him, hoping he didn't mind that he went through with it. Roman ignored his blush- holy shit he actually did it- and suddenly sat up, beaming. “You’ve done it, my sweet! I have been cured of this awful ailment!”

Patton stood as well, "Rejoice for The Prince has been cured!!" He cheered, still trying not to break character. Roman burst out laughing, ruffling Patton’s hair playfully. “The Prince, huh? I like the sound of that.” He winked again, grinning. “Did I happen to get roomed with another theatre person, by chance?” Patton laughed, shaking his head to playfully get Roman to stop messing with his hair, "Well your last name is Prince and that's just what came to mind! And um..." He shook his head, "No, I'm not really overly into theatre." He spoke truthfully. “Really? Could have fooled me, with that act you just did!” Roman‘s grinned softened. “You know, if you ever wanted to audition for a show, I could help you out.”

"Oh! Thank you! But no no no no... I'd rather not... Perform." He stated, his small smile not leaving his face. Roman nodded in understanding, still maintaining his sweet smile. “Of course, that’s completely fine! It isn’t for everyone, and it’s still quite nerve-wracking even if you’ve done it for a while.”

"Really? I'm assuming you've done it for a while then?" He asked curiously, sitting back down on his bed. “Yep! I’ve done it practically my whole life, so it wasn’t much of a surprise to anyone when I said I wanted to pursue musical theatre in college. What about you?” He asked, motioning if he could sit on the bed. Patton nodded, scooting over to make room for him, "Um…” He completely blanked for a moment, "Wait- what? Sorry, I blank out sometimes, what were you asking?" He asked

Roman snorted as he climbed onto the bed. “No worries, dear! I asked you what you were thinking about majoring in,” he repeated gently. "Oh! Well um... I don't know for certain, but culinary arts maybe? I like cooking and, food so yeah!" He giggled,"Again I don't know like especially yet but that's interesting to me" he shrugged. “That’s wonderful!” Roman grinned encouragingly. “They say your first year in college is the best time to explore interests. It’s good that you already have an idea, though!”

"Yeah! You're right." Patton giggled, before switching topics "So I performed maybe once or twice, so I know how things can get... Any funny stories from behind the curtain?" He asked curiously. Roman laughed heartily. “Oh, do I ever! Ooh, there’s the time a hula hoop was thrown into the orchestra pit...” He told story after story of his wild and zany theatre experiences, occasionally shifting so that he was closer to Patton. Unfortunately, after a good hand full of stories, Patton began to drift off, listening to him. Eventually ending up dozing off laying his head on Roman's shoulder.

Roman’s dramatic- and definitely exaggerated- storytelling session came to a halt when a small weight fell on his shoulder. He turned slightly, his face turning red when he saw Patton. Asleep. On his shoulder. He smiled faintly, snuggling a little closer to him. “Sweet dreams, darling,” he whispered, drifting off a few minutes later.

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theveniceangel · 3 years

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Curse Of The Weregoof Chapter 1

Our story begins, in the humble town, that is Mouseton. *The town of Mouseton is seen* It was a quiet town, filled with positive people, and happy faces. *A rustic, cabin is seen* But the most positive of it's citizens, was a dog, named Goofy *Goofy is seen, sleeping in his bed* Goofy: *He snores loudly* Out of all the people in Mouseton, he is always, happy, and full of energy. Goofy: *He turns over* I said, he's always full of energy!! Goofy: *His eyes open wide* Whoa!! *yawns* *He rubs his eyes* *He grabs his alarm clock* Mornin' already..? Gawrsh! I'm gonna miss out, on the rest of the day! *He jumps out of bed* *Outside of the cabin* *A lot of crashing, and clanking is heard* Goofy: *He walks out of the cabin, wearing his usual orange sweater, black vest, blue pants, and signature, green hat* Much better. *He starts walking down the street* Horace: *He's walking down the street* *He lifts up his hat* Good Mornin' Goofy! Goofy: Good Mornin' Horace, how's Clarabelle? Horace: She's never been better. Goofy: You two still, happily married? Horace: Yep Goofy: *chuckles* Good to hear. Horace: Where might you be headin'? Goofy: Kylie's house. Horace: Ok, well tell her I said hi. Goofy: Will do! *He walks away* Horace: Bye Goofy! *Somewhere In Mouseton* *A white, simple looking, house, with a teal roof is seen* *Kylie is seen, making breakfast* Kylie: *She sniffs the eggs* *She sighs dreamily* I love the smell, of scrambled eggs... *She puts the eggs, on a plate with toast, with butter on both sides* Heavenly.. *The phone starts ringing* Kylie: Huh? Wonder who that could be. *She walks towards the phone, and picks it up* Y'ello? Minnie: Hey Kylie! Kylie: Minnie? Daisy: Hi! Kylie: Daisy? Minnie: How are you doing Kylie? Kylie: Well... I'm doing alright, I was just-- Daisy: Great! Kylie: *She jumps up, in fear* Flippin'! Daisy: You see, me and Minnie have been doing some planning, and we're thinking about having a girls night, tonight! Kylie: Really!? Minnie, and Daisy: Yes!! Kylie: Holy fudgrama, on a stick!! Minnie: Will you be there? Kylie: Heck yes I'll be there!! Minnie, Daisy, and Kylie: *They all squeal, in delight* Daisy: See you tonight! Kylie: Bye girls! *She hangs up* Oh my gosh! What a great start to a day! *A mug of hot chocolate, with whipped cream, marshmallows, and a chocolate drizzle on top is seen* Kylie: *She picks it up, and walks towards the table* Man..Life can't get any bet-- *A knock at the door is heard* Kylie: Who could that be? *She puts the mug on the table, and walks towards the door* *She opens the door* Goofy: *He's standing outside* Hiya Kylie! Kylie: *giggles* Hi Goofy. Goofy: What'cha doin'? Kylie: I was about to eat breakfast. Goofy: Gawrsh, hope I wasn't interruptin' ya. Kylie: Oh no no! It's perfectly fine Goof, if anything, I'm glad you came. Goofy: Really? Kylie: Mhm. *She smiles at him* Goofy: *He smiles brightly* Aww.. Gawrsh! *He hugs her* Kylie: *grunts* Goofy: You always know what to say! Kylie: *giggles* Thanks Goofy... Goofy: *He clears his throat* Hmm...Say Kylie, how 'bout we do somethin' together? Kylie: Uh...Like just you, and me? Goofy: Yeppers! Kylie: *She chuckles a little* Sure, I'd love that.. Goofy: What do ya say, we go for a walk in the woods? Kylie: Ok, when? Goofy: Tonight. Kylie: *Her face goes pale* T-T-T-Tonight!? Goofy: Mhm! Kylie: Uh..... Goofy: *A look of concern, appears on his face* Is that a bad time, for ya? Kylie: Oh no no no! That's a perfect time! *She chuckles nervously* Goofy: Hmm......Ok then! See ya tonight. *He walks away* Kylie: *groans* Now I have to choose between the girls, and...Goofy... *sighs* Well I'm gonna eat breakfast first, it's not wise to think, on an empty stomach. *She goes inside, and closes the door* Little did they know, that this very night, would be the start of something that would change their lives, drastically..... (To be continued....)

Mickey And Friends belongs to Disney

Kylie Dear belongs to Me.

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Episode 5 - they finally swapped us - Austin

I’m taking more of a leadership role on this tribe, trying to make more calls with the challenge. On a smaller tribe it is less risky to do that, and also more risky to go to tribal if people find a reason to target you its easy to get numbers. Dylan especially is a worry for me, in the past he has turned on me for absolutely no reason, so idk how much I can trust him. Dan seems ok, he gave us good intel about the other tribe. Still makes sense to vote him out if we go to tribal though lets not make enemies out of the og tribe just to save one guy.

Tribe swap. Honestly I’m not freakin out abt it bc I’ve got Stephen & Austin who’ve both been pretty good in challenges so. Hopefully I can Michelle my way to the merge Even seems chill he’s just got a russel hantz profile picture which is a lil susp Although I’ll admit I’m a lil sad this is a cooperative challenge bc I really don’t work well cooperatively. Especially when these people are choosing words like CAT and WASHINGTON DC have y’all never played scattergories the object is to get the most random ass answers. We can’t put Unagi that’s way too common, we gotta put UNI, which means sea urchin & is a delicacy. If someone else puts uni I would literally cry I’d be such a clown Xiomara? BITXH have y’all seen Jane the Virgin? Hell no!! We putting Serena spelled with an X. She’s a character in a short story I wrote it’s a real name look it up. Sorry to rant I just can’t believe one of these boys chose Cat. Cat. R u joking

So after 4 straight wins from my tribe they finally swapped us. Dylan, me, eric,and stephen from my og tribe long with dan from the other tribe. I like it and think we are gonna do well together. Dan told me sunshine said I was trustworthy which I appreciated. I dont wanna lose any challenges but if we do I feel maybe i should try and save dan? Idk i wanna be a lil more risky then i usually play in other games. Just gotta see what happens but idc to flip for my own game to do better.

LOCK & MANCALA. LOCK & MANCALA mancala is like the most famous board game WHY did we choose that I said to go with Master Trainer: Pokémon why was that not CHOSEN I hope we lose so I can get voted out & be remembered as this seasons biggest bitch

My tummy is saying Fuck rn. I don't know how this tie breaker is gonna go

So what I am thinking it is going to be like is between Keegan and Coco but like Coco is my number 1 out here rn. Glo says she will protect me and Im trying to see what chips is feeling but I feel even when he says things Im like is this legit? Keegan wants to try working with me. I have to weigh my options but if I vote people from OG Musquodoboit tribe I upset everyone else there, if I vote Keegan, Who knows where on the totem pole I can be with the OG tribe.

It has been brought to my attention that the person I’ve been referring to as ‘even’ is actually dan. ukmmmmmmmmmmm okcay also MICHELLE let’s keep this Queen energy to the merge 😈😈

I think I’m cursed. This will be the fifth tribal council in a row I’m attending. Like how does this even happen? And of course I had to be dumb enough to step up and do the tie breaker which sent us to tribal. At first glance this could very well be the end of my game. Getting swap fucked is becoming a personality trait of mine at this point. However, Heather and I have been messaging and she said she’s going to talk to Chips and see about making a move to keep me in the game. I’m not sure who we’d vote out between Coco and Gloria but honestly I don’t care as long as I stay in the game.

Hosts, Admins and VL. I made a chart that went like 6 layers deep in before it would deadend and I’m like “oh okay it must be at the 6 layer mark”. Nope I got down to 8 layers (T1 was the first) and I feel like it’s either claimed or it’s down that path. In other news, my two biggest obstacles is the OG other tribe -_- me forgetting the other tribe’s name. The second obstacle is Kyle. Kyle thinks he runs the joint and I just play a “Sheeple” game when in reality I’m trying to make small moves to further myself in the game. Kyle and Livingston are close and Kyle, myself and Darcy are tight. Sunshine is the odd one out and a easy boot.

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Update since recording, I think Chips is leaning more towards keeping Keegan oof im a swing vote then oof

Maybe I’m just getting massively played right now but I currently have an alliance chat with Heather and Chips and we’re deciding on voting Coco or Glo. And I have Coco asking me if I’d vote for Glo. Maybe I’m being bamboozled but this is actually looking a little bit promising for me staying in the game right now. I don’t want to get my hopes up too much. The last time that did I got annihilated.

Did I just suggest a Chips blindside? I- don't know. I am AHHHH. I am in a bad position next round that's FOR SURE

So unfortunately we are going to tribal. At first I thought Keegan would be an easy vote BUT Chips started playing dirty. He made a chat with Heather&Keegan and tried to form "majority" with them. They were discussing whether to eliminate me or Glo. I'm not having it. Heather and I came up with the plan to blindside Chips because he probably wouldn't see it coming. I kept telling Chips I was SO worried,SO nervous because none is talking to me but it's just all an act. Hopefully we can get rid of either Chips or Keegan tonight and even flush an idol if they use it on Keegan.

So ummm, Operation Chips Gone is under way. I am HELLA nervous! Idk if this is gonna work but I feel HELLA bad.

ok Chips has turned on me saying I am weak link on tribe and wants me voted out with Keegan staying safe, Heather and CoCO are in alliance with me and tipped me off. So our vote is CHIPS. but we all three fear the idol situation. So I may not survive but calling me weak link who beat Chips ass in Scavenger hunt and came from behind to do so lol yeppers Glo beat Chips. Anyways it might be good bye GLO GLO tonight and if so I did my best. That would be end for me I guess. <3 GLO <3

I think if we were on larger tribes and the challenge was different I might have thrown it. Bit as it is tribal only presents three options: a) vote out dan, which is not a big move or anything and is not going to change much. b) save dan, and vote out someone from my og tribe, which would piss off 8 other people I had ground work with, and c) Dan pulls something out of his ass and survives, voting one of us out. So yeah, no good scenarios for my long term game at tribal. However without it I can keep my relationships while also building new bridges with Dan that could help come merge and further.

If Glo is truly the vote tonight, I’m probably going to cry. Not even going to sugar coat it. I’ll be crying. She’s just so pure and so nice and just this incredible person. I’m trying to not let it sway my judgement too much. I’m tearing up just thinking about her leaving. But if Heather and Chips are being honest with me and not conspiring against me they’ve both said they’d vote for Glo. And all I need to do right now is stay in the game. Against all odds, I might just manage to stay in the game in a disasterous 4v1 swap. The biggest downside after this is getting Evan(?) back from Oak Island. I’m praying he’s not close with Heather and Chips or I might not survive another tribal.

So we got swapped onto a tribe of 5... and lost the first immunity challenge on that tribe. Keegan is the obvious vote since he got swapped onto our tribe. I'd rather not. Spent all day lying to Glo telling her I was going to vote him. If for some reason that's not the case and Glo doesn't go, cool. I got gamed. Also, I'm in an alliance chat with Heather and Keegan and lowkey I love it. I want to see this be a final 3 but I'm not going to get ahead of myself.

Conspiracy theory: coco, glo & Keegan voted out chips, heather on the outs. No fucking clue why but it’s the only thing that makes sense. This whole game is so scary I’m like watching blindsides & murdering happening & im just chillin on the sidelines

KEEGAN SURVIVED! I’m so happy for him! That’s all I wanted. Hopefully Keegan and Dan can make merge. I wanna throw the F14 immunity to send home Sunshine but that’s just a thought. I always said my two biggest obstacles were the OG other tribe and Kyle. That’s still true but maybe there’s hope for the first obstacle!

Oh damn, I didn’t see that coming. There are two possible situations here: 1) That Keegan managed to pull two votes in with promises and shit, and 2) That there was a pre-existing alliance against Chips (and others) that I wasn’t aware of. This is worrying, not only did I just lose someone I wanted to work with but it shows I’m not that aware of what’s going on. Not good.

I watched the tribal council. Keegan wasn’t even on the chopping block which is great. Glo seems like a lovely lady and seems easy to bond and manipulate. Great for me 🐍. Our alliance including Dan, with Keegan and his allies can make a strong group and potential majority. I feel like at merge I can play my cards right and secret pull strings.

Chips was voted out which is honestly a big surprise to me but at least I’m still here! Who survived a 4v1 Swap Fucking? This guy!

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uzubasa-blog · 6 years

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Tagged by: @uchinaro

I like to be called: Alix ! My favorite color is: Orange~ Gender: female One thing you should know about me: i reeeeeaaalllly love kiba inuzuka One thing you should know about my muse(s): boruto from the boruto movie? don’t know him. my son is a pure boy who would never cheat because he is confident in his abilities k bye

First language: english Second language(s): crying I live in: Canada Age range: I will be 22 on jan 26th ovo ;;; Am I okay with NSFW?: no smut, but i am good with a good scrap or twenty

My favorite / most common thing to RP is: angst usually, but a lot of the time i rp boruto’s every day life lmao, i’m basically a sitcom. OC friendly? yeppers, but it depends. RP blog: i cry a lot & talk about my children a lot...... there’s a common theme here.

tagging: whoever wants to do it!

#jazz hands #┊✗▓ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ˢᵃᵈ ˢᵒᶰᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ╰ ALIX SPEAKS ╯

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*quietly pushes own url in here for the meme plus a whole lot of love for u and firewall**

(( *gross sobbing* The meme didn’t even say anything about sending love for me and my muse. *even more sobbing* *more touched than I probably should be* ))

Send a URL and I will answer the following:

Do I Follow Them?: YesWhy Did I Follow Them?: A blog for TF Cybertron Thundercracker, my favorite Decepticon in the whole dang show? Heck yeah I’m gonna follow.Do We Role Play?: Yeppers!Do I Want To Role Play With Them: I wanna keep going, yeah!An AU Idea For Our Muses: Some of my AUs can work with different muses. A lot of them are for the past, though. Human-verse, stronger slave-coding, breaking the coding sooner, Firewall staying with the Cons instead of leaving, Firewall being kidnapped and stranded with TC… but right now, I’m gonna focus on establishing the main verse.

A Song For Our Muses: Aaaaand, I forgot again. I’m open to ideas?

Do I Ship Our Muses?: I definitely thought about this one, at least in canon not connected to rp. I might still draw the ship (and any others) and count it unrelated to threads. I’d like to see it happen; I mean, I’m still learning the differences between rp and canon TC, but I’m sure he and Firewall are not incompatible. (If anything, his new maturity would actually help the relationship.)What I Think About The Mun: I like that I can loosen up around you and fangirl and stuff. You’re also understanding and chill with stuff, and also patient with me and my jumbled nerves. And gosh do I love how you write TC, how you write his speech and mannerisms and…there’s just this extra element that I don’t know the word for, but it might come to me later, and I just love it.Overall Opinion: I’m sorry, I can’t sum it up. There’s just a lot to it that I love: the layout, the customization, the writing, the quality of it all. I just love Thundercracker and his blog kay bye. Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

#littleblueseeker #meme answer #url blog meme #*goes and cries some more*

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iloveapocalypto-12 · 7 years

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(tyler x reader)

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You were recently on one of marks video for a skit! And you were so so proud of being apart of it. You and the squad helped design this skit. People on twitter were only spouting positivity about it!

Amy warned you about not looking at youtube comments. That even though theres positive comments on twitter there is so much shit on youtube. But you thought maybe you would see advice or more positivity. You just wanted to know you were doing something right..

You realized it was a mistake as soon as you scrolled down the video to the comments…

“Ew wttff lol that new person?? Theyre so fuckin annyiny” “Their face is fuckin grosssssss why did mark bring This Person on…. Fuck that bye” “This skit is so dumb MARK YOURE BETTER THAN THIS” “Dhdidbekdb that new persons voice is so fuckingggg annnnooooyyijnnggg lolz why”

“dude the fucking new person is awful they should kill themselves lmaooooo” “????? that new person is super attached to tyler wtf bitch tyler is mine lmao fuckkkk offfffff bitch” “i hope that new dude isnt on the next video,.,,, theirrrr baadd”

You cant stop reading them. Tears fall down your face as you feel your whole body trembling. You physically feel your temperature rising. You try to rationalize but end up making no sense as you fight them in your head. “WE WORKED SO HARD ON IT!!! I have a cute laugh!!! Mark is great and and and… Why am i letting this get to me. Why do i fucking care..”

Next thing you know you’re curled on the floor in one of marks bathrooms. You’re hugging a towel and thinking of all the negative things you’ve ever heard. You are trying so hard to not cry loudly because everyone is home. There’s a knock on the door. You realize you fell asleep on the bathroom floor. You don’t know whether to answer or not. You don’t even know what time it is. You decide not to answer and quietly wipe your face and you feel your face is still warm. “I NEED TO PEEEEE!!” Ethan yells. You let out a giggle. You gather yourself, this isnt the first time you’ve faked being happy. You let out, “Just a moment dude, i’m finishing up. And isn’t there like I dunno 4 other bathrooms in this house??” “MARK CLOGGED THE TOILET IN ONE AND FOR SOME FUCKIN REASON HE’S VLOGGING IN ONE! AND KATHRYN IS TAKING HER NEEDED BUBBLE BATH! ARE YOU DONE YET I NEED TO PEE I WILL PEE ON THE FLOOR IF I HAVE TO!” He genuinely makes you smile. You flush the toilet even though you didn’t use it. You wash your hands and face. You look in the mirror and realize your face is still puffy. “I’m done blue boy” You unlock the door. Ethan opens the door so fast and he doesn't even look at your face. You feel relief for a second but then you remember the comments. All you feel is negativity. You think of another place to hide and go to a closet after grabbing a comfort blanket.

You get a text from Tyler. ‘hey babe, you ok? i just got back from the gym and Amy said she hasn’t seen you all day’

You start off a text ‘LMAO YA JUST FUCKING CRYING IN A CLOSET BECAUSE PPL ARE FUCKIN DILLWEEDS SO YEPPERS EVERYTHING IS PRETTY FUCKIN NEAATTOO BEANITTOOO’ You delete it all and decide not to answer. You don’t want to take your anger out on him.

You hope he just knows he needs you because you dont want to admit you made a dumb decision. You go back to thinking of all the negativity. You know that just one person can’t cure your depression. You think maybe youtube wasn’t meant for you if you can’t even handle these comments. You have gotten these kind of comments your entire life. Images of being bullied flood through your head. You bite your hand trying not to cry more.

Then the closet door opens and light floods in. You look up and it’s Tyler. His face drops and you can see his heart breaking. “Babe, babe” He doesn’t know what to say and just sits down. He crawls next to you. “Did you want this door closed?”

You nod. He closes the closet door shut and puts an arm around you. He lays his head on your shoulder. His adorable curls stick to your wet face. “Ew, oh god sorry.” You chuckle as you immediately feel safe with him.

“Who do I need to punch?” Tyler’s defensiveness makes you smile so much.

You don’t know how to reply. So you just hug him and you bury your face in his chest, feeling his heart beat. You feel at home with him. You two have only been dating for four months and things seem so right especially in that moment. Even though you’re crushed with so much negativity. And you know that he won’t cure your depression. But he makes you want to be a better person.

Tyler kisses the top of your head and rubs your back gently. “Do you want to talk about things? Or would you rather me shut up and listen?” You hear the sadness in his voice. He cares so much about you.

You nuzzle your face in his chest and try to find words but just end up dramatically inhaling as you let everything out super fast. “I-did-a-bad-and-thought-it-would-be-good-to-read-comments-but-im-stupid-and-awful-and-i-hate-myself-but-also-i-hate-other-people.... im sorry” You squeeze Tyler harder hoping he doesn’t let go.

He pulls away and your heart drops into your stomach. But he cups your face and you can feel his stare and stern face. “You are not stupid. Those people are dumb fucks.” He pauses searching for words. Tyler’s eyes start watering. He hates seeing you hurt. He opens his mouth to start a sentence but closes it and sighs, “People suck, yeah. But not everyone. I mean Mark sucks dicks,” He smiles and gives a shaky laugh and he can feel you smile in the dark. “People have too much time. They are jealous and have only negativity in their lives. But they don’t know you like I do. And yeah you get negative sometimes... But you are my sunshine. And I don’t hate you one bit. And one day... You’ll see yourself the way I see you. As the most beautiful and amazing person in my life.”

Tyler kisses your forehead lingering and you feel a tear drop on you. And you smile feeling the love he radiates. You giggle “I guess you could say im hashtag Smiling Alwayss aayyy ayyyy,” You feel his lips turn into a smile and he chuckles at your dumb joke.

#tyler x reader #tyler scheid #my fics #ask to tag!!!

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