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damien-ward · 4 years

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Gilneans/Worgen were robbed

Can we talk about how BfA did Gilneans dirty? Coming into BfA Blizzard was like:

1) You lost your home once already? Weeelllll.. how about you lose your second home in Teldrassil. LOL good luck living in the streets of Stormwind!

2) Remember how we made Gilnean NPCs have “long coats” in-game and depicted them as wearing long coats in the comics, hearthstone, etc, and then updated Genn’s model in Legion to have a long coat, and then when heritage armors were announced Worgen players were asking to have a long coat like Genn? Weellllll.. we are going to give the long coat to Kul Tirans.

3) Remember how Gilneas had a dark, gothic vibe with dark forests that had monsters lurking in them while the people fight off these monsters? That whole theme that separated them from Stormwind? Welllll... we are going to give that to the Kul Tirans too with Drustvar.

4) Remember how we made Worgen “unique” druids by making them Harvest Witches who follow the “Old Ways”, but we didn’t expand on that at all and just gave them the same druid forms as Night Elves? And remember how we made the Gilneans a big part of Hallow’s End and had them be the reason for the Wicker Man practice coming to the Alliance? Welllll... we are giving the wicker connection and stuff to the Kul Tirans also with Drustvar, and giving them their own unique druids and expanding on the lore for their druids while giving them unique wicker forms. Sorry not Sorry.

5) You know how all the allied races are getting their own cool racial flag in the embassy and the Darnassian flag is there also? Welllll... we are going to add the Gilnean flag for the Heritage quest but we are just going to slap the Stormwind logo on it. You already homeless and living in Stormwind so you are part of their kingdom now right? Right.... I mean your king is already licking Anduin’s boots and kissing the ground he walks on soooo.

6) Remember how for the last 10 years the Gilneans have been saying “Our curse grants us strength” yeeaaahhh forget all that. Tess Greymane is going to realize that the curse just fucking sucks, it doesn’t define the Gilneans anymore, and basically needs to die out with this generation of Worgen. Lol racial pride? Who needs that!

I am being salty today. Now I don’t believe any of this was intentional on Blizzard’s part to screw Gilneans/Worgen, at least I hope not, but man. It really feels like this race is just an afterthought to Blizzard. It feels like they took everything that made them unique and different from Stormwind Humans and gave it to the Kul Tirans. So the Kul Tirans get the themes and aesthetic of Gilneans, AND have their own kingdom and capital, where does that leave the Gilneans? It really feels like Blizzard is trying to fade them away into just assimilating into Stormwind.

Gilneas deserves better!

#ooc #gilneas #gilneans #worgen #BfA #GilneasDeservesBetter #Blizzard

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daydreams-and-shortattentionspan · 4 years

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Broken Clocks Part 2

A/N: I had to make this into two parts otherwise this was finna be STOOPID long. Anywho, I’m kinda proud of how I wrote this one, dialogue is usually my kryptonite but this time it was weirdly easy lol. Again, thank you @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for your unintentional motivation. And I hope y’all enjoy it! Also happy birthday to the white man in this story sksksksks

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Black!Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 2.1k

Part 1

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‘Oh Lord, it is Him,’ you thought to yourself, mental voice dripping with dread and disgust, your sense of calm dissipating into the quiet atmosphere of the subway car. You quickly turned around and hoped he hadn’t noticed you, but cruel fate decided to take the opportunity to ruin your plan; instead, you had bumped into a man who had been walking towards the door as the train was approaching his stop; this caused your purse to fall and letting your wallet to come out and makeup bag to slide across the train floor and in turn hit the foot of the one person you were trying to avoid, Jermaine, your lousy ex-boyfriend of four years.

“Wait a minute, I know this bag,” you had heard him mumble from the other side of the vicinity. You had seen that he had picked it up from your peripheral vision and began looking for the owner.

‘Oh fuck me,’ you winced as you went to pick up your wallet that luckily had landed a mere few inches away from you, but you knew fate wasn’t feeling exactly kind at this particular point in time.

Now came the moment you had wished never been a slight possibility, talking to this no-good ass hat. You turned in his direction and mentally began to hype yourself up for an inevitably awkward situation.

‘Girl you got this, he ain’t shit and you KNOW he ain’t shit, your stop is coming up, just grab your shit and get thee fuck outta there ASAP,’ you prepped yourself, a constant loop of ‘You got this’ playing in your head.

“(Y/N),” Jermery started,“you look good,” a firm grip still on your belongings, as if trying to hold you hostage.

“Thanks…” you replied, awkwardness coating every letter of the word, you grabbed one of your arms to try to gain a sense of ease and comfort as you swayed looking everywhere except in his general direction. You knew you would have to face him at some point but you truly wish now wasn’t the time. There was no point in beating around the bush, you truly had to get this over with, so you grasped every last bit of confidence and assertiveness and did what needed to be done; you didn’t have to worry about his feelings anymore, you didn’t have to fear him anymore, you had to remember you were That Bitch and He was missing out on being with You and you would never get that twisted. You had Captain fucking America’s phone number in you phone at this very moment for Christ’s Sake!

You looked him directly in the eye, and stated simply, “I’d like my makeup bag please,” while reaching out your hand for your things. This sense of fire behind your being that let off a blaze of confidence and self-worth that left him blown away. This wasn’t the (Y/N) he knew and left in the dust, but he sure did want to waste her time once again.

He tried to turn his sex appeal and swagger on, he was confident this would work on you; and to be completely and utterly honest, any other time it most definitely would have. But today he would be sorely mistaken.

“So,” he started, biting his lip and looking you up and down; light skin antics on one thousand,“ how ya been?” Oh Lord, why have you forsaken me? You know this man does not care about me.

“Fine,” you stated dryly.

“That’s cool, that’s cool… How ya momma and them?”

“Fine,” still dry.

“You know ma dukes still asks about you after all this time?” This man wants to bring up his mother? Really?

“Well, did you tell Miss Shirlene why I haven’t come around in three years? Or did you manage to skip past that detail like you used to skip over telling other women you were in a relationship?” you retorted, you obviously knew the answer. Your stop was so close you could almost touch it, no time to lose; you snatched your make-up bag from his grasp and shoved it back into your purse.

“Nah, c’mon don’t be like that mamas, you know you still miss me,” he said while using his now empty hand to grab yours and used his thumb to trace little circles on the back of it. You had snatched your hand back from his grasp.

“Ohhh yeeaaahhh, because I missed the 1-minute fuck sessions, and the skid mark boxers always lying in the middle of the living room!” With every word, your ex partner grew smaller and smaller, confidence chipping away with every syllable, “And always having your rowdy ass home boys who didn’t have respect for my apartment ever,” The patrons of the subway car now all ears and reacting with the hissing sound of second-hand embarrassment or a ‘damn’ under their breath.

“Or all those girls coming to me as a woman talking about they deal with your sorry ass. And ALWAYS paying the bill when we went out to eat because you conveniently left your wallet -which NEVER had money it- at the house, and let’s not forget how I missed your loud ass snoring that kept me up all hours of the night.” By the time you were done dragging this man’s name through the mud with all the sadly true testimonies of your relationship, the train had stopped at your destination and the doors opened. You made your way to the exit of the train, you just needed one last step and you were home free, but you stopped before turning around telling him one last thing.

“So, no Jermaine, I absolutely do NOT miss your ain’t shit ass. Now leave me the hell alone before I go to Raven as a women and tell her that you up to your ain’t shit ways again. Bet you didn’t know I know about her, huh?” And with that, the doors hissed closed but you could clearly hear the sound of the entire car screech from your victory as it rolled away.

Walking with a fresh sense of worth, you realized in your moment of triumph, where you needed to be in a matter of minutes.

“Oh shit!” You scream before making a mad dash for your final destination.

Luckily the station was only a block away from the club, you just needed to walk fast and pray all the crosswalks were ready for you before you even approached them and you’d make it in time. A skill you had managed to acquire over the years was ducking and dodging through crowds with absolute ease.

You had managed to make it when a huge crowd began to enter the club allowing you to slip into the club with absolute stealth. You made your way to the back, similar to before you greeted coworkers over the loud music but this time you avoided your boss at all costs by hiding behind customers. You had made it to your locker and began to throw in your belongings into it and undress into your new outfit and heels. You plugged your phone into the community charger, knowing it would be safe back there, seeing as you were on good terms with everyone and they always looked out for you.

You sat in a chair in front of the vanity and took a good look at yourself, exhaustion written all over your face as you added on to the makeup you were already wearing. The other girls squealing in excitement about the big celebrity that would be in The Champagne Room tonight and how they were trying to weasel their way into performing in there; you had slowly began to zone out before hearing who it was that was causing the big fuss this evening, you didn’t want anymore excitement tonight, you just wanted to dance to a couple songs, get as much money as possible and get your ass back into your bed.

“Drink this, you look terrible,” Maria, the house mother, jokingly said with a smile; snapping you back to reality handing you a cup of coffee just the way you like it.

“Thanks Mari,” you took it graciously, blowing it before taking a sip.

“Of course, mi querida,” she replied before kissing the top of your head. This was exactly what you needed to get through the night.

“Also, Johnny wanted me to tell you: you, Diamond and Star are working The Champagne Room tonight,” she whispered as to not start another round of chaos in the dressing. You simply shook your head grateful that the two you were closest to would be right by your side the entire time.

‘Please have a lot of money,’ you silently prayed to yourself before taking another swig of your coffee and getting up to make this money.

You had entered The Room, mind on another planet to not realize who the group that was causing all the buzz backstage. Once again, it was Steve, Sam, and Bucky. You always seemed to run on autopilot when it came to dancing, doing flips and tricks but not really being there mentally. This was your way of getting through your shift without hating every minute of it.

Steve was in awe at how flawlessly you could move up and around that pole. You were so graceful but also so sensual. He didn’t recognize you at first, due to the change in makeup and different clothes (or lack thereof) and he had the strong urge to look away from your lack of clothing but he just couldn’t because he knew who this amazingly talented woman was; it was You: the waitress from the diner. Sure the other two girls were just as talented -Sam and Bucky seemed to think so, with the way they cheered at everything they did- ,but they could not compare when it came to your beauty. He just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

You had just finished your third song and you were grabbing your tips from the three men, not making eye contact with Sam or Bucky; but once you had made contact with Steve, you had felt the familiar sense of electricity from earlier coursed through your body. This feeling zapped you from your daydream, you looked at the hand that was handing money to you and then you realized who it was: Your Captain.

“Oh it’s You” you said with a sincere smile that lit up your entire face, the shyness had taken, over given the surroundings in which you had bumped into each other and he tried to find the right words to say.

“Well what are the odds,” he said, a timid smile in place. You giggled at his response.

“What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? You really shouldn’t be working in a place like this,” Steve said softly.

Before you could respond, you could hear Sam let out an exasperated sigh while throwing his head back. He could just sense Steve’s ‘You shouldn’t have to do this’ speech coming at any moment because he did this the last time he had gone out with America’s beloved Super Soldier.

“Now don’t you start with this again. Just because you Captain America don’t make you Captain Save-a-Hoe,” he had said in a somewhat joking manner.

“Now who in the hell you callin a hoe, bird brain?” you snapped back, hands on your hips; ready to pop off if need be. Bucky quietly chuckled to himself saying, “I like this girl,” before taking a swig of his beer and sitting back to watch the argument that was bound to unfold in front of him; Diamond and Star equally entertained and taking seats next to the metal-armed man.

“Well if the platform heel fits,” he had clapped back as he stood to get closer to you.

“I work here, so I GOTTA be here, you came here by CHOICE Mister Parakeet. So what’s that say about you?,” you returned as you had a finger in his face to emphasize your point.

This caused a back and forth repetition of ‘Girl get your finger outta my face’ from him and ‘Or what?’ from you.

“Enough!” Steve shouted over the commotion. That was what rendered the Falcon speechless along with yourself and everyone else in the room. Bucky still giggling to himself about the ‘parakeet’ insult, he’d have to remember that one.

‘Now both of you, apologize.” The Captain had ordered. You and Sam both mumbling half-assed ‘sorry’s to one another, arms crossed and pouting like school children.

After the argument was over, you and the girls decided to talk with the men instead of dancing seeing as the crazy events that ensued made you all comfortable with one another. Sam was actually cool and you two ended up being the cause of most of the laughs in the group. Steve and you had grown closer as the evening went on.

“Would you wanna go out tomorrow?” he had asked suddenly, you raised your eyebrows at the question. Diamond and Star were behind Steve trying to convince you to say yes in their own silly ways. Without any hesitation, you looked him right in the eyes and said, “I’d love to.”

“How about dinner at 8?”

“Sounds perfect,” your smile growing.

“I’ll make sure to call you before, to make sure you’re ready on time. For some reason you can’t avoid a broken clock.”

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myvelouri · 5 years

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Sam fed me her edibles. It was cute. She gave Ronnie a piece too

She always hugs him and everyone else hard, but not me

The waitress that hates me was there and I kept getting upset seeing her

Well

Mostly because the couple I knew from last time who was super open with me treated me like "uh huh, yeeaaahhh... Byyyyeee" this time because I guess they were sober now... We were fist bumping and joking a lot last time so hard. I guess since I don't know them I assumed they were a playful bunch... But I guess they were just drunk ...

It made me feel bad though because I thought I was saying hey to new friends and they looked at me like I was almost a stranger, creeper... We legit spent a long time that one night

So also. The girl I hit up to meet me at the bar, she didn't ever respond, I had messaged her way earlier. She's pretty. She was sweet to me and hugged me the last time I met her cause she was like "thank you for watching out for me" because I did. Yea well anyway... She was at the bar with another dude and it was awkward... I said hi and hugged her and walked away just like that. I was too offput from the other couple already remember? And then this happened

And then I saw the waitress who hates my guts, and everything in my mind started to crumble

And this is why Sherwood hates me. Because I'm "mopey" but he thinks I'm also misogynistic even though I'm not even close to that. But that hurt my feelings too. Especially cause he's always excited to see Ronnie and said he'd go to his thing just to keep him out of trouble. Super caring. I don't know why I'm not loved like Ronnie. He is also sensitive like me. Idk why I get shit on for it

I went up to Sam and asked if she wanted to go to Whataburger after work. She said she'd call me if she doesn't go yo Denny's with her other waitress co-worker. I said something and she was like "I'm not your therapist" and I said "what, whoa, no but you're my friend" and I also had said "we haven't gotten to hang yet" and she acted like ohohohhh sOrrRy about it. But honestly everytime we tried to hang, we did, but something always happens dude. Seriously it's bizarre. Some fucking guy ends up coming. Everytime! Like, randomly, we can never be alone even though we try! Such bad luck

And I was drunk...

I still feel the same way. Upset. "Mopey" as they call it. Hate me, I don't care. I'm getting used to everyone hating me

What an emotional day. Not good.

#personal

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psychosistr · 5 years

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Worth It Chapter 4- Falling Apart, or Falling Together?

Summary: Caesar feels terrible about what happened with Joseph, thinking the other man is still mad at him for the way he turned him down. Can they work things out or is it already too late?

Note: There’s some non-consensual drugging in this chapter, so just a heads up.

Caesar had seriously messed up.

That was the first thought in Caesar’s mind when he woke up, as it had been every morning for the past few weeks- or was it months now? It had to be at least two months by now. Caesar honestly couldn’t tell with how everything had been moving in a tedious blur since that morning in the kitchen with Joseph.

A frown etched itself onto Caesar’s face as he remembered that day. Jojo had looked so…heartbroken after Caesar turned him down. He had given Caesar a smile when he left the room, but Caesar recognized that look- it wasn’t a genuine Jojo smile, it was one of the fake ones he put on in front of strangers to make them feel at ease. He’d never had one of those flashed at him before and it left him with a rock sitting in his gut every time he envisioned it.

Ever since that morning, he’d barely seen Joseph at all. Every morning when he woke up, Joseph was already gone for work. He’d started staying out late, too, not getting back until well-past midnight or later and going straight to bed as soon as he got home. Even on the weekends, when he’d normally be off and spend time at home with Caesar, Joseph was gone early in the morning and back late at night. Caesar had attempted to talk to him several times when Joseph got home, at first wanting to talk things out and smooth everything over between them, but by now he was just getting desperate for some sort of social interaction with the other man besides the occasional five-word-maximum sentences he’d manage to get out of him in passing.

He missed Joseph. It felt odd to say that about someone he lived with, but it was true. He missed eating breakfast with him in the morning, texting him during his breaks, eating dinner together and watching bad movies or TV shows at night, going out for drinks or walks just for the heck of it, even just the mundane little things like talking to each other or sitting on the sofa reading a book while Joseph propped his feet up in Caesar’s lap as he read his own comic books.

Ironic: He turned Joseph down because he didn’t want to lose his best friend, but he was losing him because he turned him down.

He really shouldn’t have been so surprised. Joseph had poured his heart out to him after looking after him all night (he didn’t even know if Joseph had cum at all that night, he was just so busy tending to Caesar the whole time even though he must have been in a similar state of need), and Caesar had repaid him by essentially giving him a friendly version of the “it’s not you, it’s me” speech. There were so many other ways he could have handled that moment, and he wished he had, then maybe Joseph wouldn’t be avoiding him like this.

Caesar sighed and heaved himself out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, not bothering to change out of his baby blue pajama pants or brush his hair. It’s not like anyone would be around to see it, anyway. Joseph should have had the day off, but with how he’d been acting lately he was probably already gone….or, perhaps not.

Caesar was surprised to see the light on in the kitchen. The surprise continued when he heard humming and smelled freshly brewed coffee. Peeking his head around the doorway confirmed his suspicions: Jojo was standing in front of the stove, dressed in a tattered pair of his blue jeans and a camo-print muscle top, and was humming the tune from some shitty new pop song as he flipped a pancake in the pan in front of him. Joseph was ACTUALLY home for a change and seemed to be in a good mood.

Caesar could hardly believe his eyes and he took a slow step into the kitchen, not wanting to startle the larger man into leaving suddenly. “Jojo..?”

Joseph turned to him with a bright smile- a genuine one, Caesar noted with relief. “Yo! Mornin’, Caesar! You hungry?”

Caesar managed a small smile as he took a seat at the table. “Starving.” That wasn’t a complete lie- he’d been so miserable last night that he hadn’t bothered eating anything substantial for dinner. It just didn’t feel right eating without Jojo next to him.

Jojo chuckled and plated the pancake he’d just flipped before pouring more batter into the pan for the next one. “Got it- one super stack of pancakes for the poor starving Italian gentleman comin’ right up!” He spoke with his best impersonation of a TV sitcom line-cook he’d seen before.

Caesar couldn’t help but laugh under his breath at the bad impression. It’d been so long since he’d gotten to hear any of Joseph’s bad jokes that he actually missed them. “My compliments to the chef for his charity.” He quipped back at him while doing a fake tipping of a nonexistent hat. This felt right- the two of them joking casually, the air light and carefree between them. He’d missed this so much…

Joseph stepped away from the stove and grabbed two of their usual mugs, carefully filling the ceramic containers and mixing in the appropriate sweeteners and creams for each one before bringing them over to the table. He handed Caesar his mug with a warm smile. “Here. Hope you’re thirsty too- I kinda made a bit too much earlier and I don’t wanna be bouncing off the walls later.”

“That would hardly be anything new.” Caesar blew the steam off of the top of his cup and took a sip. It was a little sweeter than normal, but he didn’t particularly mind at the moment. “I’ll admit, I’m surprised you’re still here- you’ve been leaving pretty early lately.”

Joseph gave him a smile like he’d been caught sneaking sweets at five in the morning again after blowing on his own coffee. “Yeeaaahhh, sorry about that. One of the guys at work got laid off so I had to pull a LOT of double shifts.” He took a small sip but instantly pulled back and blew on it again, wincing from the heat. “Oh, also, I was looking at some new places- the lease is almost up on the apartment and I was thinking about moving.”

Caesar took a long sip of his coffee, more used to the heat than Jojo. “Oh, really? Anything catch your eye?” He downed about half of the mug in one go- that sweetness clinging to the back of his throat and leaving him with a warm feeling inside.

“Actually, yeah! There’s this really cool place I wanted to show you later that…” Joseph nodded excitedly as he went into detail, but Caesar was having trouble concentrating on his voice. Everything was slowly becoming muddled- like his head was under water, making everything feel simultaneously heavy and weightless while also blurring his vision and distorting the sounds. His head bobbed slowly as he tried to keep his drooping eyelids open. He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and heard Joseph’s warped voice like it was being played in slow motion. “Yoooouuu ookaaayyyy?” Caesar’s world began to sway and he felt himself slowly tipping out of the chair until Joseph’s strong arms slid around his body and held him against his chiseled chest and abs. “Woooooah…caaarrefuulll noooww..”

As Caesar’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier and his consciousness began to fade, his head tipped backwards to give him a clear view of Joseph’s face. The last thought to go through his mind before he blacked out completely was ‘Huh..I haven’t seen THAT smile before..’

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A big smile practically split Joseph’s face in half as he held his precious Caesar close to him. He looked so cute when he slept- so peaceful and vulnerable. Oh, Joseph just wanted to hold him and cuddle him and kiss his perfect face all day- no, wait, he had work to do, he reminded himself. He would have plenty of time to do all of that later.

He gave Caesar a gentle kiss right on one of his adorable birthmarks, caressing the other one with his thumb. “Sleep well, my little Caesar~<3 When you wake up, we’ll start our new life together~<3 Don’t worry, though, I’ll take care of everything so you can just rest~<3” He gave him one more kiss, this time on his unresponsive lips, before carrying him out of the room.

There was so much work to do before his sleeping beauty awoke.

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#caejose #caesar zeppeli #joseph joestar #yandere!au #serial killer!au #yandere!joseph #serial killer!joseph #worth it #drug use #drugging #non-consensual drug use #don't worry though it's just Caesar getting knocked out

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holey-ghost · 7 years

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Character Backgrounds

Author: @surpeme-bean

Words: 1,000something idk

Warnings: mentions of death and suicide, mental illness

A/N: this is just a little background information on the characters in Creep. I just did this for fun and for anyone who cares about the characters and their made up backstory. I'm sorry if some of it doesn't make sense I wrote this when I was really tired and I didn't want to change it for the sake of maintaining its humor and integrity. This isn’t supposed to be taken super seriously, but its kinda important. I laughed a lot while writing this so yeeaaahhh

(in order of appearance)

Dylan:

Age: 25

Occupation: Bartender

Likes: anything with y/n, waffles, hashbrowns, most breakfast foods, fruit, baseball,

Dislikes: people who don't listen, rude customers

Brief summary: hates his job but stays bc he loves y/n and they need the money. Took one self defense class and thinks he's the shit. Loves y/n more than anyone or thing, would do anything for her. Studied business management in college but dropped out because he hated it

Flaws: forgetful, anxiety

Y/N

Age: 23

Occupation: is a part time waitress at a diner also part time student studying psychology

Likes: online shopping, being with dylan, helping people

Dislikes: impatient people, anyone mean

Brief summary: decided to study psychology after her aunt committed suicide due to mental illness. Is pure cinnamon roll, loves her boyfriend dylan.

Flaws: aloof at times, can't take things seriously most of the time, laughs at things that aren't funny, easily stressed

Dylan + Y/N relationship

Age: 4 or so years

How they met: at a mutual friend's party, immediately hit it off

Brief Summary: they only dated for a year or so before deciding to rent an apartment together because Dylan hated his roommates and y/n’s apartment lease was up. This only brought them closer. Living together was never a problem for them since they went so well together. They became more dependent on each other, finding peace in the other when things got tough. The death of Dylan's dad was a true test of their relationship and they made it through. Y/n was especially understanding of his situation as she felt the same when her aunt died in highschool. They not only depended on each other emotionally but financially as well. Their combined income was barely enough to pay the rent and buy food and pay off y/n’s college loans. Pure relationship, trust and open communication, shared feelings. They're soooo in love with each other it's almost sickening.

Ethan:

Age: 26

Occupation: is unemployed, he depends on his parents for everything, has been stalking y/n for weeks now

Likes: playing video games on his computer, telling 13 olds how he banged their mom last night, stalking y/n, talking about how amazing he is (isn't really that amazing)

Dislikes: being told no, slow internet, sandwiches that still have the crust, taking showers, school

Brief summary: is actually crazy. His boundaries are non-existent. He stalked some girl when he was in highschool when she rejected him. Desperate to have sex with something other than a sock or his hand.

Flaws: is a creep that smells like onions, extremely weak

Erika (hasn’t been formally introduced)

Age: 24

Occupation: who knows, she's so mentally unstable she could barely hold a job

Likes: ????

Dislikes: y/n for stealing away her boyfriend, anyone who's happier than she is

Brief summary: psychotic and obsessive. She dated Dylan for a couple of months in high school before he realized how crazy she was and broke up with her. She never got over it and has been quietly following Dylan since they broke up. Needs help. Is homeless. If satan had a daughter it'd be her.

Flaws: doesn't know when to stop, smells like trash, human embodiment of a possum- raccoon love child

Y/N Parents

Patricia (goes by trish or tricia) + Steve y/l/n

Age: Patricia is 44 Steve is 47

Occupation: mom works at hospital, dad does government stuff at a desk

Likes: y/n's boyfriend dylan, cake made from a box, crock pots, talking to their children and house plants

Dislikes: the cold, new technology, small spaces, when their children argue

Brief summary: they've been married for a little over 21 years, married once they found out her mom was pregnant with y/n’s brother at the young age of 23 (the dad only 26). A couple years later they had y/n and raised a family. The mom stayed at home raising the kids on her own while the dad slaved away at a desk. When y/n and her brother were enrolled at school, she pursued her dream of becoming a nurse. Their family is too pure for this world.

Flaws: none????

Andrew

Age:25

Occupation: some office job

Likes: partying and his girlfriend

Dislikes: boring people

Brief summary: meet Dylan in highschool when they were sophomores. They immediately became best friends and have been since. He met his long time girlfriend, Meghan, his junior year and they've been together since. He wants to propose but doesn't know how. He's not a big character in the story but you still need to know who he is.

Flaws: he's kinda dumb lol

Meghan

Age:24

Occupation: nurse

Likes: baking, helping people

Dislikes: sudden loud noises

Brief summary: y/n's best friend since like middle school. But sadly she changed schools halfway through high school and met her boyfriend Andrew. However, she still lived close to y/n so they remained friends. Loves her boyfriend even though he's dumb. Is also not a big character but you still need to know who she is

Flaws: easily scared

Andrew + Meghan's relationship

Age: like 10 years or something

How they met: an art class in highschool or something

Brief summary: they started dating their junior year of high school, and just stayed together. They're polar opposites but they work really well together as a couple. Strangely compatible. They go on double dates often with Dylan and y/n. They're like relationship besties. Also the main reason Dylan and y/n got together.

Dylan's parents

Linda + Doug (r.i.p.) O'Brien

Age: Linda is 45

Occupation: his mom retired early when his dad died only a few years ago, y/n’s mom's best friend

Likes: her son's girlfriend, her two cats, soup, anything with chocolate or wine

Dislikes: when her cats fight, long lines at the grocery store, judgemental people

Brief summary: his dad was an entrepreneur and investor but died tragically in a car accident. His mom worked in hospice until her husband died and she retired early. They were together for almost 20 years. They had Dylan when they were in their mid twenties, there were so many complications with the pregnancy the doctor recommended she not have another child because her life would be at risk. Is loving and compassionate, would do anything for her son.

Flaws: ????? Linda is perfect leave her alone but Doug isn't a good driver.

Aaron

Age: 25

Occupation: Entrepreneur

Likes: music, food, his dog

dislikes: small dogs, overcooked steak, scrambled eggs, stupid people

Brief Summary: y/n’s brother. just married to his wife Ashley, has a big dog that he prides himself on. Successful, slightly egotistical, thinks he’s better because he’s older and more “mature” than y/n. kind of a dick but has good intentions.

#idk man #do i tag dylan ?#creep #characters #part 4 coming soon #tags are fun #lolll #more people might be introduced #idk yet

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vintage-story-time · 3 years

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 7

Julie was standing by her bed, hands on her hips, and she was wearing a black leather outfit. Black stiletto heels that made her look seven feet tall, shiny pants that started just above her ankles and disappeared under a short black skirt. Her midriff was bare, showcasing a tight stomach. The leather top was a series of leather straps which crisscrossed her huge silicone tits in a number of diamond shapes. The straps connected to a collar around her neck and a wide band that wrapped around her torso just below her orbulent breasts. The top called attention to how big her tits were; squeezing them together and pushing them out. Julie's small pink nipples and areola were exposed; they looked way too small for the mountains of titflesh that she sported.

"Fuck! That is one hot outfit ....." Jim finally said as he slipped into the room and closed the door. Half-joking, he continued, "... Should I call you Master or something?" He'd seen the way Julie had been in control with his sister and the handcuffs were probably around somewhere. "That would be Mistress .... if that was what I wanted tonight," Julie said and let her eyes explore his body. "You've got a really nice body, Jim ..... your dick is getting nice and full ... were you playing with it out there?" She gave a knowing chuckle as she approached him. "I like a man that wants to get right down to business." Jim felt almost giddy as she slipped her arms around his neck and he grabbed her bare waist. He was about to make love with his first real adult women, a Vargas-looking temptress that also liked to have wild sex with his stripper sister. Julie tilted her head and brought her lips down on his in a hungry kiss which he returned as he began exploring her back with his hands. His fingers played over the cool leather straps of her top and her hot skin. Julie's skin felt abnormally warm, like she had a fever. She was a hot women in more ways than one. Jim broke their kiss and immediately began kissing her neck as he pulled her against him. Her honeycomb-laced tits pressed into his chest like two cantaloupes in leather slings; they felt incredibly firm. Jim had never felt fake tits before but he'd heard they had a whole different feel than the real ones. "Mmmmm, oh, yeahhhhhh!" Julie chortled as he ran his tongue back toward her ear. As Jim began sucking on her earlobe, he felt one of her hands sneak down between their bodies. Her hand wrapped around his half-hard member and it was Jim's turn to grunt in pleasure. "Ooooooh, you dirty boy! .... Mmmmmm, you're big, baby ..... God, what a dick!" Julie huskily whispered as Jim drew back and looked down to see her hand as she slowly jacked his nearly full-blown erection. "Go easy, Julie .... I've never felt this excited ...." Jim tried to convey the fact that he was likely to launch his load at any minute. Julie just chuckled and gave his cock a hard slow milking. "Christ, I'm not kidding!" Jim said as he embarrassedly moved his hand to cover hers. "I'm going to have to cool you down, aren't I?" Julie chided him as she released his dick, grabbed his hand and led him to her bed ... to her and his sister's bed. She pushed him down so he sat on the side of the bed. "But I bet you won't have any problems getting it back up, will you?" "Fuck, no! I'll keep it hard all night for you," Jim promised as he ran his hands up the back of her leather legs. "Would you like to suck it?" Jim suggested suggestively, knowing it was all right to do so; Julie certainly wasn't going to take offense to a lewd proposal. She was a walking lewd proposal. "Hmmm, I bet you'd like that! I'll give you a choice .... I'll suck you off or ..." Julie's hands cupped her amazing bust, "... you can fuck my tits. You ever fucked a pair of tits?" Jim was agog. He'd been hoping to feel Julie suck him all night but now she was making him an offer he'd never have even considered. The high school girls he'd slept with back home had not had much in the breast department; they were still developing. But now he was eyeing the tight cleavage between Julie's cinched chest mounds. "No," he admitted, "but I'd love to try it." "Good, that's why I picked this particular top ...." Julie said as she slipped from his grasp and opened the drawer to the nearby nightstand. She took out a small bottle of baby oil. ".... I bought it too small for a reason. Can you guess why?" She turned to him with a evil smile on her face. "It crams your tits together." "Right you are!" She ran her index finger down into the top of her cleavage salaciously. "It gives me a nice ... tight .... soft ... fuckable .... tunnel." Again that wicked smile. "Some men have told me it feels better than pussy." "I can't believe that.

Pussy feels awful goddamn good!" Jim said brazenly. His dick was twitching in his lap like a cobra as he thought about the other men that had come before him. "Well, I'm anxious to hear your opinion," Julie said. "Stack those pillows up for me, near the other side there." Jim hurriedly scrambled on his knees on the bed and collected three of the pillows at the head of the mattress. He stacked them together perpendicular to the headboard near the other side of the bed from where Julie stood. Julie crawled on the bed and lay with the pillows under the top of her back, elevating her torso for Jim's use. As he watched, she poured some baby oil in the top of her cleavage. Seconds later, he watched it trickle out of the bottom of her bound boobs, pool over the bottom strap of her top and run down toward her stomach. "Climb on, stud boy," Julie said as she capped the bottle and threw it back toward the nightstand. As he swung his leg over her reclining figure, Julie used her hands to pull her long, wavy black hair back off her shoulders so it hung down over the side of the bed. Jim leaned forward and kissed her as his hands stroked the outsides of her voluptuous, leather-harnessed boobs. Straightening back up but keeping his hands on her tits, he said, "That was for thanks in advance." "What a polite one, you are," Julie replied as she stroked the outside of his hips with her hands. "Ready to stick that big dick through my tits, stud?" "Yeah.....you want to put it in?" Jim asked, hoping she'd play along. He loved it when girls got so hot they would position his dick for entry. Back home, most of the girls were so uptight, he'd almost have to take their hand and show them how. Julie just smiled again and her right hand came around to take control of his stiff cock. Her left hand mopped up some of the excess oil that had run onto her stomach and she transferred it with her fingers to the top side of his cockshaft. After a few transfers, her right hand stroking and twisting around his disk until it was slick with oil. Satisfied that he was ready, she pushed the head down toward the open triangular area in her top that lined up with the bottom of her super cleavage. Jim leaned forward so his hand rested on the bed on either side of the pillows that she reclined on and he scooted his hips forward as Julie directed his cockknob against the soft undersides of her tits, right in the oily groove. "Give it a strong push," Julie said as she looked up at him. Jim pressed his hips forward and felt the head of his organ delve up into Julie's slick tit tunnel. The harness she was wearing kept her titflesh wrapped around his sliding tool as he fed more and more of it through her silicone domes. Grunting in pleasure, Jim watched the head of his cock appear out of the top of her marvelous mammaries as his groin hit the bottom of her harness. His young throbbing cock was securely sandwiched in his sister's lover's tits! "Oh, man, does that feels great!" he exclaimed down to the top of Julie's head. She'd looked down as he'd shoved forward but now she looked up at him again. "Fuck 'em, stud. Show me how long you can last.......I bet it won't be long!" she practically taunted him. Jim had wanted in the worst way to show her he had some staying power just for his ego's sake; now she was laying down a challenge. "I might surprise you," he said without a lot of conviction as he began to fuck her tits. He began with long slow strokes, pulling about four inches down into her hot cleavage before pushing the head back into the open. He thought he could do that for quite awhile....but Julie seemed insistent to win her bet. "Come on...fuck 'em hard! Do it like you mean it, big boy!" she taunted him as her hands gripped his asscheeks. "If I do, it's gonna be a short fuck," Jim complained. "I don't care.....I want you to screw my tits as hard as you can!" she ordered him. "Then I want you to fuck me before your sister gets home." 'She wants me to fuck her!'

Jim rejoiced silently. 'I got her so horny, she's gonna let me do her pussy, too.' "All right, Julie, here you go!" Jim said as he quickened his pace, making his strokes shorter and harder. Her enveloping tit-skin and hard sternum bone welcomed his driving cock as Julie encouraged him further. "Oh, yeah...harder..harder....God, your dick feels so hot!" Julie exclaimed as her hands pulled his buttocks toward her firm tit valley. She lowered her face to look again at his cockhead which was appearing and disappearing between her swaying breasts. Jim, too, was watching her tits shudder under his hard thrusts. Julie's head hid part of the erotic display as he had leaned further over her but he could see outside halves of her jerking jugs as they, in tandem, absorbed the energy of his lewd screwing. "That's it....ohhh, you like titfucking, don't you, stud?...... yeeaaahhh .......bang 'em, baby!..........come on!" Julie's hands left his pumping ass and she began playing with her small stiff nipples, pulling and twisting them with her long fingers as Jim's powerful titfucking continued. The sight was too much for Jim; he closed his eyes and raised his head and began counting his strokes as a way to prolong the fabulous feeling of fucking a woman's tits. '..6....7....8...' "Oooooooooo, that's it!....ah, yeah....yeah....really fuck 'em!" Julie began ranting. "Just like that.....Oh, God....yeah....oh, yeah....not much longer now......don't hold back, Jim.....come if you want, stud!" '..11...12...13..14..15..16..' Jim found himself really laying into her bosom, fucking the round mounds of pleasure on Julie's chest like a crazy man. '.17..18..19.20.21.22.' "Come you, fucker! Come!" Julie's husky voice coaxed him. Jim knew he couldn't take much more; less than 40 seconds into his first titfucking and he was ready to blast off. '.24.25.26.27.' Jim's right hand, which had been digging into the bedspread, suddenly slipped off the mattress. Wildly, he flailed out and his fingers caught in Julie's long hair, his momentum pulling her head back sharply. "UUUNNHH!" Jim's eyes flew open and he looked down into Julie's excited eyes as he momentarily slowed his fucking. "Oh, yeah!" Julie said lustfully, "I like it! Pull my hair! ....use both hands." Julie's right hand slid down his straight supporting left arm and pushed it toward her head. "God, you know what I like!" Jim realized he stumbled into something that Julie apparently got off on. Damned if he was going to tell her it was a mistake! He tangled his fingers in her wild ebony mane about six inches below her reclining head and pulled down on it as his arms rested on her shoulderblades. Julie's head went back again and her face simmered with a mixture of arousal and discomfort. "Yeeaaaahhh!" she groaned. Jim began driving his rod back up and down her oily clutching cleavage as Julie's hands slid back to her tits. She squeezed the outside of her leather-crossed beauties and it was Jim's turn to groan as Julie's firm knockers tighten all along his slipping shaft. "Oh, God." Jim croaked as he began wildly humping into Julie's tit vise. The added friction, the hair pulling, the look in Julie's eyes...it rushed up on Jim like a freight train and Julie must have been able to tell that he was close. "Come on me! Shoot all over me!" she panted as he dug his fingers tighter into her reins of hair. "AAAHHHH, AAAHHHHH!" Jim gasp as his balls tightened and rocketed his sperm up and out in a gout of whiteness. Jim saw the first spurt splatter just under Julie's chin and saw it joined by a second, he kept thrusting, pulling his gushing cock down into her tit canyon and felt a third spurt coat the inside of her tits. Then his vision went blurry as his eyes tried to cross; they always did during a particularly strong come. "Mmmmmm, oh yeah..." Julie said through clenched teeth as her shooting lover jerked above her. When Jim's vision cleared, he looked

down into Julie's smiling face and then down at the mess he had made on her neck and chest. He'd never been so proud of himself. He let go of Julie's hair and sat upright, moving his hips back, drawing his slimy cock from between her heaving breasts. He slumped against the headboard, watching Julie look down at his cumload. "Baby, you came in buckets," Julie complimented him as she ran her fingers through his pearly discharge. "I hope those balls can recharge themselves 'cause that was only Round One."

#MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler #Chapter 7

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plush-virus · 7 years

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The summer we met

(before you start reading. fair warning i have dyslexia and if you dont know what the means well go look it up bruh .-. anyway if you dont like how i spell things good for you 👍ur a dick OR if you do like what i write nice 😏it means a lot! anyway enjoy!) “….. mmmm mom 5 more minutes…”rose said in a tiered daze “nope! get up 1st day of summer means 1st day of camp! now get ready you have 2 hours before you leave.. and you should already have your bag packed last night Missy” roses mom saids as she walks out of her room and went downstairs…. hai my name is rose if you didnt know by now, but this summer camp my mom was talking about…well its called “crystal falls summer camp” every kid that lives this small town goes or at least everyones om makes them go but they have to be 15 and older to go… and guess what… i just turd 15. ughh everyone who didnt go when they were 15 say all there friends that went arent the same as they were before they went and i agree because my older brother Eric as never been the same and hes like 3 years older then me… like he was always happy and smiling but.. now hes just sad and never smiles.. and every time i ask my mom she always saids “oh its just boy stuff leave him alone he’ll be fine” but now that you know alittle more about this camp that im going to lets get back to my story.. *knock*…. *knock* “rrrroossseee” a deep voice can be heard out my window, huh? i look around as i put a bra on and starts to put on a shirt “rose!” the deep voice gets louder ahh! i run over and open the window brad! what are you doing here?! you know im going to that camp for a week “oh shit yeah sorry i forgot” brad exclaims, hmm thats hat you get for smoking too much last night “umm you did to so idk what your talking about” brad saids as he lays down on my bed putting on his sunglasses so no one can see his pinkish eyes from smoking some more that morning “ugh i cant believe a wont have anyone to play call of duty with for a week or more” brad said adjusting his glasses as roses mom walks by to her and roses dads bedroom, haha oh yeah but i have faith you’ll find someone to and no i didnt smoke any last night but cleaned everything up after you passed out but what did you mean by more then a week “oh yeeaaahhh that remides me take this” brad gives you a bag of weed “some people say this helps while your there i dont know how but just take it. umm okay? you put it in your bag where no one can find it. again why did you say “ a week or more”? “well since i “broke my arm” last year right around this camp i heard from some people there brothers and sisters my age that went had to stay a couple more week or up to the whole summer so i dont know how long youre gonna be there but i hope its gonna be only one week” brad saids. hmmm weird yeah hope its just one week and thanks for the weed i guess ill use it when im in need “ wait wait!” brad saids quickly taking the small bag back and points to is “see if you get cought with this in the camp they will beat the shit out of you” brad saids giving it back to you, ummm lemme guess you heard this from a friend i say as i finish getting ready “hmmm yes i heard it from a friend but a good friend so i believe him and you should believe me”, okay okay fine i wont get it out until i really need to. “oh! hello brad i didnt hear you come it” roses mom saids surprised “o-oh hello mrs. copper sorry i let my self in ill leave in a min i just wanted to see rose before she left for camp” brad said as he pushed his glasses up his face getting off the bed, pfft let my self in my ass i mumble as i put my backpack on my back “shush!” brad said elbowing my in the arm “haha well you are always welcome in are house anytime brad” roses mom said as she smiles and walkes downstairs “shit your mom is hot rose” brad said in a fluttery daze, the fuck brad! i exclaim punching him in the shoulder “ haha hey im sorry! i was joking… maybe” brad said laughing, ugh weirdo i say as i role my eyes come on lets go wait outside “haha okay” brad said as both of you walk you walk outside and sit down on my pouch. damn i dont wanna go i say looking out at the road, “same tho im gonna miss you and please come back the same..” brad said getting all emotional, haha dude calm down ill come back and wip your ass at call of duty i say smiling at him “haha good” brad smiles leaning in for a hug, i hug him for a min when i hear a honk and doors opening. “oh good there here! rose lets go the bus is here” roses mom said as she comes out onto the frunt porch, i know mom i know i say putting my backpack on my back and my other bag on my shoulder “damn okay i guess this is it rose ill see you in a week.. promise just a week..” brad said in a sad but serious tone as he gets up with you, hey hey dont worry brad ill be fine ill see you in a week i say putting my hands on his shoulders “good okay” brad said as he hugged me and whispered into my ear as he droped a pocket knife into the same pocket as the week and her phone. after a few seconds i nod and walk to the bus that saids “crystal falls camp boys bus” i step onto the and look down the two rows of seets full of boys, umm i should be on the girls bus “well the list said rose copper boys bus so your gonna be on this bus and even camping with a boy on this bus to” mr. busdrivier said as he closed the door and starts driving… to be contented( hey i hope you guys liked it i know it probs sucks but its my first story so bare with me plz thxs chapter 2 will be out soon)

#story #my writing #mistory

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peppyniall · 7 years

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@kingsbesideyou tagged me in a thing!

Rules: Once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. At the end, choose 25 people to tag!

THE LAST…

1. Drink: water

2. Phone call: i talked to my aunt last night for a bit

3. Text message: i think it was complaining to my dad about rick perry lmao

4. Song you listened to: get low!

5. Time you cried: a loooong time ago. perhaps may?

HAVE YOU EVER…

6. Dated someone twice: i’ve never even dated someone once :/

7. Been cheated on: no

8. Kissed someone and regretted it: i’ve :/ never :/ kissed :/ anyone :/

9. Lost someone special: yes

10. Been depressed: no, not really

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: never been drunk :)

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS: 12. purple 13. blue 14. red

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

15. Made new friends: yeah!!

16. Fallen out of love: no

17. Laughed until you cried: on a couple of occasions

18. Found out someone was talking about you: i can’t recall lol

19. Met someone who changed you: yeah

20. Found out who your true friends are: yes

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: nearly all of them

23. Do you have any pets: yeah! two cats!

24. Do you want to change your name: nope!

25. What did you do for your last birthday: invited a bunch of my friends over and we hung out and ate cake and laughed at judaism memes. it was really fun!

26. What time did you wake up: 7 am ugh

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping! i was tired as all hell yesterday

28. Name something you cannot wait for: goin g back to new york later this month to see hello dolly and gorge myself on schmackarys cookies once again. also reuniting with my best friend this weekend for the first time in months!!

29. When was the last time you saw your mother: uhhh i think its been 3 weeks already idk

30. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i’d make northwestern have admitted me as a transfer student this year

31. What are you listening to right now: i’m watching jane the virgin so i’m listening to that

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: that’s my friend’s dad’s name 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: republicans

34. Most visited website: tumblr rip

35. Elementary: elementary school was great! i had a couple of good friends and a slew of great teachers and my school was great. loooved elementary school except first grade sucked.

36. High School: high school was really good. i was stressed and tired all the time, but i came into myself a lot (realized i wasn’t straight!), made good friends and became closer with old friends, took many good classes, and became a lot more confident in my intelligence. high school was good for me.

37. College/university: i’m in college, gonna be a sophomore. i’m transferring from where i was freshman year, so....but freshman year was good, but i had a lot of issues that made it...not exactly as good as i was expecting. an issue with a professor, not as robust a social life as i wanted, not getting parts in plays or a cappella. so yeah. it was a decent year but im glad im going elsewhere.

38. Hair colour: brown with caramel highlights.

39. Long or short hair: longggg

40. Do you have a crush on someone: not on anyone ik in person but i am in too deep re: niall

41. What do you like about yourself: i’m a lowkey narcissist s o a lot

42. Piercings: just me ears

43. Blood type: idfk???

44. Nickname: becca...

45. Relationship status: #singleaf

46. Zodiac sign: virgo

48. Favourite TV show: once upon a time and brooklyn 99

49. Tattoos: none

50. Right or left hand: right

FIRST…

51. Surgery: a tonsilectomy

52. Piercing: my ears

54. Sport: gymnastics

55. Vacation: a caribbean cruise when i was 3

56. Pair of trainers: they were white that’s all i remember

57. Eating: just had some real good chicken for dinner

58. Drinking: water

59. I’m about to: practice norwegian on duolingo

60. Listening to: nothing

61. Waiting for: this work week to be over so i can sleep more

62. Want: hillary clinton to be president

63. Get married: yeah!!!!!! but not for quite a bit lol

64. Career: i’m gonna be a stage actress god willing

YOUR TYPE…

65. Hugs or kisses: idk. probably kisses

66. Lips or eyes: eyes

67. Shorter or taller: either

68. Older or younger: just close to my age.

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: i dunno

71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive!

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship!

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: i dunno..

HAVE YOU EVER…

74. Kissed a stranger?: nah

75. Drank hard liquor?: nope

76. Lost glasses contact/lenses: no

77. Turned someone down: yes

78. Sex on first date: i’m never gonna have sex lol

79. Broken someone’s heart: maybe

80. Had your heart broken: nope

81. Been arrested: no

82. Cried when someone died: yes

83. Fallen for a friend: yeeaaahhh

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

84. Yourself: ye!

85. Miracles: to a degree

86. Love at first sight: no

87. Santa Claus: i’m jewish

88. Kiss on the first date: i don’t know

89. Angels: no?

OTHER…

90. Current best friend’s name: rachel

91. Eye colour: brown

92. Favourite movie: thor 2

and as usual, i never know who to tag in these things so i am not going to tag anyone in specific, but if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged!

#thank you btw!!

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