#NYC party favors

[charmedimsureur]

Minimalist Laser Engraved Coaster Set for Travel. Gifts for him, Vacation, Unique Presents, Memorabilia made of Wood 

Excited to share the latest addition to my #etsy shop: Travel Coaster Set - London - Paris - Eiffel Tower - Big Ben - Arc De Triomphe - Statue of Liberty - Fluer De Lis - Windmill

https://etsy.me/3IHMXOR

#wood #coaster #madetoorder #laserengraved #travel #paris #NewYork #NYC #London #France #arc de triomphe #windmill #fluerdelis #big ben #statue of liberty #party favors #wood coaster #england #eiffel tower #minimalist present #Summer Event Favor #city to city #gifts for her #gifts for him

[faithisasuperstar]

motivation → coral

coral!tbosas x reader

notes → in which coral always finds a way to leave you wanting more. i’m not even joking right now, coral was the reason i started questioning if i liked girls and muna were the ones who confirmed it for me. all this in the past few months LMAO. ALSO i’m so sorry for these bad quality pictures, i can’t find any good ones. female reader

warnings → not edited & uploaded via iphone

     you had watched from afar as your brother, festus creed, tried interacting with his tribute. the scene was laughable, both parties having no desire to be there. but alas, festus was a sycophant who wanted to score points with dr. gaul, whereas coral was reaped and taken to the capitol against her will. you could almost feel him roll his eyes in surrender despite facing the other way and decided that this was your time to try and help him. besides, you would need the practice. if the mentor gig was successful, you would likely get chosen to be one next year, nepotism and all.

     “look, i don’t want to be here any more than you do, so why don’t you just take the food-“ his voice gradually got more forceful, growing louder before you decided to intervene.

     “may i?” you popped up next to festus, causing him to almost jump out of his skin. coral laughed and you turned to face her. “hi there, coral. y/n creed, his little sister. the superior sibling, might i add.” you joked, sticking your hand out to her, not quite through the bars of the enclosure, but close enough for her to accept. she eyed you up and down, her arms crossed, but nevertheless she took your hand, giving it a firm shake. her hand was dirt ridden and covered in callouses, and the feeling of her hand engulfing yours send a jolt through your body. “i really think you should eat. going into the arena without food isn’t the best idea. and look, i know festus is incredibly annoying-“

      “hey!” festus objected, crossing his arms. you side eyed him, then continued.

     “but you should listen to him. he knows what he’s doing, for the most part, at least. we’re here to help you win, coral. and, if i may, the odds might just be in your favor here. if we didn’t think you could win, we wouldn’t be here trying to coerce you into taking our food.” while it was somewhat a stretch, she seemed convinced.

     “well what’d you bring me, sweet thing?” you couldn’t contain the expression of delightful shock that spread throughout your face as you heard her speak for the first time, as well as use a rather flirtatious nickname. you stuttered for a moment but quickly shook out of it as you heard her amused chuckle.

     “right, um- let’s see here…” you began. festus swung the bag over his shoulder, unzipping it and allowing coral to look over the items once more. he was extremely agitated that coral would listen to you but refused to give him the time of day. festus, being the bum that he was, packed rather lightly. the food he made was distasteful, including a not-so-grilled cheese, an old banana, and the leftover omelette the academy had served for breakfast. “jeez… alright, festus. a little hard to work with.” he rolled his eyes once again. “well, um. sorry about that, coral. don’t worry, i’ll make sure you get something digestible tomorrow.” at this point, your dear brother was glaring daggers at you.

     by the time you left the zoo, your brother in tow, you had left a lasting impression on coral. she was amused by your wit and entranced by your good looks, as well as your charm.

     the next time you interacted with coral was the day after arachne’s funeral. festus had told you all about how the interview went with coral, how he barely filled out half of the page because she refused to talk to him. the extent of his knowledge about coral was her name, her age, and her job. you decided to check up on your girl again, giving her a visit at the zoo.

     “your brother’s an idiot, y’know.” she remarked, letting you know how the interview went.

     “i can’t believe you just realized that!” you laughed in agreement with her.

     “so what inspired you to pay me a visit, princess?” coral queried, leaning against the bars that separated the two of you.

     “grilled grouper sandwiches. thought the fish might remind you of home. handmade!” you replied, as if you were advertising the food to her. she nodded, smiling.

     “well thank you for thinking of me, sweetheart.” you smiled back, handing her the food. she accepted, of course, but not without making sure she grazed your hand first. immediately, your breath hitched. gosh, you were putty in the hands of a district girl. your family would freak if they even saw you this close to her. but you couldn’t get her out of your head. you looked up at her, and she was staring down at you, completely unashamed about her method of flirtation. she held a rather smug look on her face regarding the effect her touch had on you. 

     “you holding up okay in here?” you asked her, moving the focus away from your embarrassing reaction.

     “better than ever.” she replied, sarcastically joyful. mentally, you pinched yourself for the dumb question. she was locked in a cage about to fight for her life, of course she wasn’t okay. but coral took the question lightly, bidding you goodnight as she strode away calmly.

     it was now the last time you would see coral before the games. you had snuck into the zoo late at night, hoping to see her before she was taken away to the arena. “night before the games… how’re you feeling?” you fidgeted anxiously with the hem of your skirt as you posed the question.

     “confident.” was her short, vague reply. 

     “that much?” your face contorted in  concern at her answer. she reached her hand through the bars, grabbing yours and holding it firmly. it was the first time that contact between the two of you lasted more than a few seconds.

     “don’t psych me out, princess. you were the one who said you thought i could win anyway.” coral laughed. “but yea, i got this in the bag. don’t you worry your pretty little head about me, darling. in a few days, you’re all mine, i’ll make sure of it.” coral left you with a wink, squeezing your hand before promptly walking away to her claimed rock, mizzen already dozing off on top of it. you sighed, leaving the zoo while the girl consumed your thoughts. she always had you on edge, leaving wanting more. and hopefully, you’d get more.

#coral tbosas #tbosas #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #thg #thg x reader #coral #coral tbosas x reader #coral thg #coral thg x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg fanfiction #coral x reader #tbosas fanfiction #tbosas x reader #Spotify

[fansplaining]

Do you have any advice, guides, or opinions on how write a good rec list?

WELL! This is Elizabeth, and as the longtime co-curator of "The Rec Center" newsletter (with @hellotailor) I do have *a lot* of thoughts about rec lists. 😊 I'm delighted you asked, because as I'm sure both Flourish & I have mentioned on the podcast, rec-list-making is way less prominent now than it has been in previous fandom eras, and I think that's a shame. Reccing can be a great critical tool, and rec lists make a fanwork space richer—not least because they can move readers beyond the mostly quantitative metrics of the AO3.

I'll put the rest of this under the cut:

So obviously there are different kinds of rec lists, including by category/trope, favorites about a character or a ship or fandom, etc. To me, a true ~authored~ rec list is one in which the writer(s) deliberately put together a batch of fics to make some kind of argument about the works/the ship/the fandom/the source material.

Most of the lists we run in the newsletter are not like this, because we're pulling 5-7 works from our guest submissions bank—and since we don't (realistically, can't!) read the stories that are sent in, I have no idea if those 5-7 compliment each other in any real way. (When I put together one of these lists, I aim for balance: not all M/M, not all white characters, not all Western source material, etc.) (Yes, unsurprisingly, those are overrepresented in our submissions bank.)

But an authored rec list treats the rec list itself like a fanwork: you can tap into connective tissue that runs throughout the fics you choose, and you can put stories side-by-side that illuminate something when read together. You can approach this from two different directions: working from a broader pool of fics you like and pulling out a coherent batch, or starting with a theme, an argument, that connective tissue, and seeing what fits.

When I first got into my current fandom, I kept a google doc with fic titles, links, brief descriptors, and general thematic vibes etc., for future reccing use. (Obviously you can do this with AO3 bookmarks, but I use those differently, so this was a separate endeavor.) These were set up to transfer to "The Rec Center" easily, e.g.:

“Celestial Navigation” by kaydeefalls. 9K words, rated Teen. Canon-era: C & E go to NYC to try to recruit several mutants. Delicate balance sort of story with a soft revelation. No tropes.

When I actually go to rec something, I reread it—mostly because I want to get the content warnings right, but also because reading it to rec is more like reading for work: you wind up looking at the text with a different eye, always lowkey thinking about how you'll make your argument about it in writing. I haven't actually recced the fic above in the newsletter, but here's another X-Men fic I did rec at one point:

“Come Together” verse by blarfkey. 60K words across 4 stories, rated Teen.  Backstory: When Peter gets arrested for breaking Erik out of the Pentagon, Erik returns the favor and breaks Peter out in turn—and takes him to live with Charles. Beautifully awkward father-son bonding coupled with bitter, stubborn exes pining: *chef’s kiss*. The verse spans five years, with really believable character growth, which is really saying something, based on the emotionally-stunted starting point for all parties involved. Rec: Peter is the POV character here, so a+++, and the close third-person narration plays with the spaces between what he feels and what he says while capturing his voice beautifully. This means 50% dragging people and 50% feeling like an idiot, which is a total joy. A lot of X-Men stuff, canonically or...fanonically...sorry...is about found family, and I mean, this one is about finding your literal blood relations, but it’s also about building a true family, and I think the author gives that enough space to really sell it.  Content warnings: Canon-typical violence, torture, ableism, the unenlightened thoughts about women’s bodies that preoccupy heterosexual teenage boys 

That rec is from a whole list I did with @morgan-leigh a few (five???wtf lol) years ago, which I think is a good example of an authored rec list: Morgan and I had overlapping tastes and similar interpretations of the characters, so all the fics here feel like they're talking to each other in some way, and making an argument about who these characters are (in Morgan's beautiful words, many of these stories "capture the exquisite and venal dickishness of both our heroes" lol).

Obviously rec lists don't have to be super formal—we created this reccing format a long time ago to keep things standardized—and I certainly don't think recs need to sound like literary criticism (not that the examples above sound like literary criticism lol...you know what I mean). Some of my favorite rec lists are pure vibes and (performatively? in a good way) emotional, and that's great. If you're a fic author, you know what a delight those comments are to receive. And like someone's AO3 bookmarks, the all-vibes rec list is an opportunity to see if you, too, feel like the selected fics smack you in the face or whatever violent expression of appreciation people are using. They often don't give you a ton of information, but if you and the reccer have similar taste, you know you can trust their picks.

But! I would make the case for reccing as a chance to talk about fic in a way that you really wouldn't in a comment to the author or in a performatively emotional tag: critically, not in the "this is bad" definition of "criticism," but, like, in the lit-crit way. Why does this work—and how does it work? As with all literary criticism, "work" is totally contextual; a good rec list sets up that context, and gives you just enough information to want to click through and see for yourself.

All that being said, you don't need to overthink it—and I say this partly because I'd really love to see more rec lists floating around! The AO3 often primes people to sort in a top-down way, and though there are tons of great fics with lots of kudos, as the meme goes,

Rec lists let you include things that aren't super popular, that hit niche characterization or plot notes, that really worked for you specifically for whatever reason. They're pure human curation—not just recs, but an arrangement of those recs that creates a whole new work in the process. And that's something I really love about fandom! We don't want algorithmic 'if this, then that' for-you pages; we're interested in doing the actual work of reading, thinking about, and sharing what we like with others, and that's wonderful.

#asks #fanfiction #reccing #rec lists #the rec center

[andiwriteordie]

andi !! here’s a prompt that is so self indulgent but i know in my heart you would write so well!! mike and will in college in a big city, running to catch a late train home from dinner/a club meeting/an event. it was raining outside, they’re out of breath, will has crashed into mike from the momentum of being pulled inside the car, and mike’s got his arms wrapped around will and doesn’t seem to be too keen on letting go. (oh. and at a second glance— the car is deserted except for the two of them.)

hehehehehe okay this one was fun, and i flipped it just a teeny bit, but here you go my dearest suni <3 some modern byler in nyc together!

—

i get lost with you.

It’s raining outside.

It’s raining outside, because of course, it is, and Mike’s Converse are water-logged, and his socks are soggy and gross, and he’s completely soaked to the bone—so much so that he probably looks something like one of the sewer rats that New York City is so famous for. It’s raining outside, and look, rain definitely wasn’t in the forecast today, because Mike had checked—many, many times, thank you very much—before leaving his dorm this morning and making the three or so hour drive to Will’s place for their date.

Then again, Mike supposes he didn’t really pay much attention to what the weather would look like at nearly two in the morning. Truth be told, he’d expected the night to look a little bit different—that he and Will would go out for dinner at whatever place Will had decided on (since this is Will’s city, and he knows it far better than all the shitty travel websites Mike had been trying to look through), maybe walk around a little bit and do some sight-seeing (since Mike’s only been to NYC a few times and is nowhere close to being familiar with his boyfriend’s home), and then head back to to Will’s place for some much needed alone time (since it’s really a pain in the ass to go from seeing each other every single day over the summer to only seeing each other every couple of weeks). 

But then tonight, things hadn’t exactly gone like how Mike had planned. Though, if Mike’s learned anything this year, it’s that sometimes the best things happen to him when life doesn’t go according to his plan.

(Will Byers? 

Not exactly part of Mike’s plan. 

Will Byers? 

Absolutely, without a doubt, the best thing that’s ever happened to Mike.)

So yeah, Mike’s vague plan to get dinner and sightsee for a few hours before going back to Will’s place had been all but thrown out the window in favor of a much more spontaneous, chaotic kind of evening, stretching into the darkest hours of the night. Honest to God, Mike doesn’t know how they ended up this far away from Will’s place in Manhattan, and it’s not really that reassuring when Will takes out his phone and pulls up the Maps app and sheepishly admits he doesn’t really know where the two of them are at. But at the same time, Mike can’t bring himself to care.

He hasn’t laughed this hard or had this much fun since—well, since camp earlier this summer, back when he was with Will and with the rest of the Party. College is great and all, and yeah, Mike has a handful of friends at Brown. But none of them are the Party, and none of them are Will. 

And truthfully, Mike feels most like himself when he’s around Will anyways, so that’s why it doesn’t matter that Mike’s Converse are water-logged, or that his socks are soggy and gross, or that he probably looks like one of New York City’s rats. 

All that matters right now is that he’s with Will—right where he belongs.

“Come on!” Will laughs, and he looks up from his phone, turning around to look back at Mike. There are rain droplets caught on his eyelashes, and his cheeks are a slight shade of pink, probably from running around the streets of Brooklyn or the Bronx or whatever the fuck burrough they’re in right now, because Mike lost track a while ago. “There’s a station right up there!”

“You said that a block ago,” Mike points out, unable to keep a cheeky grin off his face. Boyfriend or not, it’s still fun to see Will get a little riled up, and besides, Will looks really cute when he rolls his eyes.

(Mike would know. He’s an expert at making Will Byers’ eyes roll.)

Will indeed rolls his eyes, and then he narrows them slightly at Mike, playful and fond but also exasperated. “Sorry,” he says dryly. “I thought it was closer than it was.” 

“Yeah, well,” Mike replies easily, and he grins again as Will’s eyes narrow in suspicion, “I probably shouldn’t have trusted you to navigate us in the first place. God knows you have no sense of direction—”

“More than you!” Will huffs, spinning around and pushing on Mike’s chest lightly. There’s an offended look on his face, but he’s also clearly trying to hold back his smile. “I’m not the one who got his entire cabin lost in the woods for six hours—”

“That was one time, and I wasn’t even a counselor yet, so really, it was Jonathan’s fault—” 

“It was definitely more than one time,” Will interrupts, rolling his eyes again at Mike. There’s a smile tugging at his lips still and a fondness in his eyes that both seem to say, You’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot. 

And God, he looks beautiful, wrapped up in the windbreaker Mike’s glad now he grabbed on his way out this morning, ecause maybe a couple hours ago, Will had gotten chilly, and of course, Mike had given him the windbreaker without any hesitation. And honestly, it’s more to Mike’s benefit than it is Will’s because of the simple fact that Will Byers wearing his clothes is something that Mike’s not sure he’ll ever get over. 

“I don’t remember there being any other times,” Mike whispers back, just to be stubborn and just because it’s stil fun to tease Will like this, to get him riled up, to see if he’ll take the bait, to jump back into the push and pull that is their relationship.

Of course, it’s Will, and he takes the bait—because God forbid either of them let the other one have the last word. He narrows his eyes again, that playfully exasperated look stillon  his face, and he takes another step towards Mike, pressing on his chest lightly. 

“You got lost last summer in the woods with Dustin and El,” Will reminds, his voice low and teasing. “Lucas, Max, and I had to come find you and your campers. Remember?”

Rain continues to fall from the sky above them, and Will Byers stands right in front of Mike, with his playful little smirk and his rosy cheeks and his eyes full of a dare—challenging Mike to finish what he’s started, to join him in this dance of theirs, and to find an adequate enough quip to keep this argument going.

And truthfully, Mike can’t find it in him.

The rest of the argument’s there. The bantering’s there too. The playful back-and-forth, back-and-forth that they’re both so accustomed to—that’s all still there, buried somewhere in the back of Mike’s mind. But right now, Will Byers is right here, shivering a bit still from the cold and the rain, and his hand is still pressed gently against Mike’s chest, and he’s here, he’s here, he’s here.

And all Mike wants is for him to be closer.

It feels natural when Mike reaches his own hand up, curling his fingers around Will’s wrist. The touch is still like electricity, even now, and Will must think so too, because his breath catches as Mike pulls him closer and kisses him—slowly, carefully, deliberately. 

Will’s lips are slick with rain water, and the faint taste of the strawberry ice cream he’d ordered a couple hours ago lingers still. With his free hand, Mike reaches out towards Will, wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling him close, close, close but still not close enough. Immediately, Will’s other hand reaches up to cup Mike’s face, and his fingers are gentle but freezing against Mike’s cheek. 

The closer now that he is, the more Mike can notice just how much his boyfriend is shivering—an unfortunate reminder that, as much as he’d like to stay here in this moment with Will underneath the street lamps in some shady Brooklyn or Bronx or whatever neighborhood, the two of them should get out of the rain and go home.

“We should get going,” Mike mumbles, though he makes no effort to pull away. 

“Yeah,” Will whispers back, just as breathless as Mike feels right now, “we should.” 

He doesn’t move away either, still looking up at Mike with a softness in his eyes reserved only for Mike. The street lamp above them shines right on Will, casting him in a gentle, golden glow, and when he smiles again at Mike, less playful and more tender now, Mike feels a bit weak in the knees.

It’s funny in moments like these to think about everything that brought them here. All the chaos and the fighting and the drama that brought them here—to these little moments stolen for the two of them, where Mike looks and where all he can see is Will Byers. 

And maybe, just maybe, it’s too soon to tell… but Mike gets the feeling that moments like these are only the beginning for the two of them.

So, he leans forward, pressing another brief kiss against Will’s lips, before pulling away and smiling. “Come on,” Mike says softly, “we should get home.”

**

The subway station’s dark and empty, Mike counts at least two rats that scurry past them on their way down, and oh yeah, the train’s about to leave.

“Shit,” Will swears as the two of them make it down the last of the steps and catch sight of the subway doors closing. “Shit, shit, shit—”

And look… look, Mike’s only been to New York City a few times with his family, and God knows that they were not taking the subway on those trips to the city. His first time riding on one of New York's world famous subways was, in fact, just earlier today, and it’d been a rather harrowing experience, if Mike’s being honest. Will had definitely given him shit for it, but that’s nothing new.

Anyways, Mike’s experience with New York City and its public transit is fairly limited, but he knows the stupid subway system runs 24/7. If they miss this train, then that’s fine, because then, they can just wait here until the next one comes in.

All of that to say, Mike doesn’t really get why his boyfriend—his “used-to-be-on-the-track-team” and “doesn’t-get-breathless-chasing-after-six-year-olds-at-camp” boyfriend—is currently hauling ass towards the subway like the world will end if they don’t make it to the subway car this time. But whatever reason Will has for hauling ass towards the subway, Mike is getting dragged right alongside him—Mike, aka the “horrible-at-every-sport-but-especially-track” and “does-get-breathless-chasing-after-six-year-olds-at-camp” boyfriend in this relationship.

It’s great.

Somehow though, Mike manages not to trip over his own two feet, and he manages not to fall to certain death when Will pulls him into the subway car right as the door closes. The momentum does, however, send him crashing right into Will’s arms, and together, the two of them stumble backwards, barely able to stay upright until Will’s back hits the metal pole in the middle of the subway.

“Ow,” Will mutters with a wince, but still, his arms wrap around Mike, grounding him, holding him close, and steadying him. He’s still soaking wet—they both are—but not shivering as much as he was moments before. 

“Sorry,” Mike breathes. He doesn’t make an effort to pull away, because this time, he doesn’t need to. This time, they’ve got nowhere to be, and they’re no longer caught in the rain and the cold, so Mike can just be here. He can just enjoy this moment with his boyfriend.

Will blinks the rain droplets out of his eyes, and he gazes up at Mike, a small smile forming on his face. His arms are still wrapped around Mike’s waist, and he’s pinned up against the metal pole in the middle of the subway, Mike’s body flush against his own. Surprisingly, he’s just as breathless as Mike is, though Mike thinks it’s not from their little sprint into the subway car.

“‘S okay,” Will whispers back, resting his hand carefully against the small of Mike’s back. 

A beat passes.

There’s nobody else in the subway car, Mike notices. That’s a little surprising, especially for New York City, but hey, he’s not complaining here. Alone time with Will is something that’s awfully hard to come by—especially being in a long distance relationship—so Mike will take any time the two of them can get alone together that the universe is willing to give them. 

“You gonna let me go?” Will murmurs, his voice low and his expression teasing. That playful look from before has returned to his face, and he knows exactly what he’s doing, goading Mike back into their familiar back-and-forth, flirty dynamic. Will has Mike exactly where he wants him, or maybe Mike has Will exactly where he wants him. 

“Never,” Mike whispers back.

And then, without another moment of hesitation, Mike’s lips are crashing into Will’s, and his hands are cupped around Will’s face, pressing him back into that metal pole even more and keeping him right where Mike wants him. A small, muffled noise escapes Will’s lips in the briefest moment of surprise—to which Mike nearly has to laugh, because Will knew exactly what he was doing and really shouldn’t have been surprised. 

There’s something to be said about the way that kissing Will makes Mike feel—that even after all this time, a kiss from Will Byers would still feel like electricity, like a lightning strike during the middle of a storm, like every single one of Mike’s senses has been awakened and brought to life by the sheer proximity to Will. It’s no wonder that Mike so consistently has felt drawn to him, even in those years where he’d never admit it, and it’s no wonder that every single step towards Will Byers had sent Mike Wheeler careening towards a point of no return. 

Every single bad decision that’s brought him to this point just fades away, because Will is here, his body still a bit cold and damp just like Mike’s own, his arms pulling Mike closer to him and pressing the two of them together, his lips soft and warm and pressed against Mike’s—never once giving a moment of respite because that’s not Will. Because Will’s always kept Mike on his toes, always met every single challenge with one of his own, always pushed Mike and pulled Mike, and always made Mike better because of it. 

And in this moment, the rest of the world seems to disappear, the way everything always does when Mike is with Will. Everything about Will demands his attention simply because he’s Will, and his presence is intoxicating and magnetic, continually pulling Mike closer and closer and closer to him without any effort at all.

“You,” Will mumbles against their kiss, and he runs his hands underneath Mike’s shirt, causing Mike to shiver at his touch, “should come visit me more.”

It’s not a demand, because God knows that’s not Will either. For as long as Mike’s known Will, he’s known Will as the type of person who only asks for something when he  really wants it.

That fact causes a smugness and a warmth to bloom inside Mike’s chest, and he pulls back, just enough to breathe and to smirk at his boyfriend. “Should I?” he whispers.

A smile tugs at Will’s lips, and he rests his hand gently against the small of Mike’s back, pulling him closer still. “Yeah,” Will breathes, his voice low and raspy, “you should.”

He kisses Mike again now, slowly deepening the kiss with each moment that passes—and Mike hums, leaning into the kiss and running his thumb across Will’s cheek carefully.

“Okay,” Mike murmurs, his lips still lingering against Will’s, “but only because you asked so nicely.”

Will huffs out a little laugh, his eyes crinkling as he smiles. “And because you like me,” he teases back, and he adds, with a kiss between each word, “You. Like. Me. So. Much.”

This time, Mike can’t help but laugh, and he smiles back at Will as the two of them meet his eyes. 

Just like before, the argument’s there. The bantering’s there too. Their playful back-and-forth, back-and-forth—all of that is still there. Mike doesn’t think that’ll ever change. He hopes they never change.

But right now, all Mike can do is smile at his boyfriend and kiss him in an empty subway car in the middle of the night somewhere lost in New York City and whisper, “Yeah… I really do.”

#andi's asks #byler #byler ficlet #hehe! #this was fun #andi writes not dies

[beardedmrbean]

The Democratic Socialists of America (DSA) are bleeding cash and facing a $2 million deficit, and Representative Ritchie Torres is celebrating.

Torres, a New York Democrat who has been staunchly pro-Israel amid its war with Hamas, expressed his content with recent reports that suggest the DSA's debts have reached the seven-figure mark.

"The DSA is collapsing in real time under the weight of its own antisemitism and extremism," he told The Sun on Monday. "It is fair to say that I will not be mourning its death or attending its funeral."

Newsweek reached out to the DSA via email for comment.

Over the weekend, a report emerged that the DSA—which has led pro-Palestinian protests against the U.S. response to the war—is facing financial headwinds that could result in layoffs. The Bread and Roses caucus in the DSA published a blog post on Thursday confirming those reports and saying while no one wanted to consider such drastic measures, staff costs would have to be reduced given the "great crisis for capital."

The January 18 post said that the DSA is projecting $5 million in income for 2024, but $7 million in expenses.

"That means we eventually need to come up with $2 million to break even," said Alex Pellitteri, Kristin Schall and Laura Wadlin—members of the 2023-2025 DSA National Political Committee from the Bread and Roses caucus.

The DSA leaders said that while the current sociopolitical climate should be a "really favorable time for DSA"—citing the growing support for Palestinians and for labor groups across the nation—the group has "still been treading water, and things are going to get more challenging before they get better."

A November poll from Quinnipiac University found that the number of U.S. voters who sympathize with Palestinians more than Israelis has grown in the wake of the war, although the majority still have more sympathy for Israelis.

"Biden's disastrous policy of fueling Israel's genocide in Gaza has created the kind of space for an independent alternative from the Democratic Party that has not existed since [independent Vermont Senator] Bernie [Sanders]," they said, but Pellitteri, Schall and Wadlin admitted: "We have not had strong figures at the top of the organization to lead with a political vision that inspires people to become committed socialists."

"Working people are inspired to transform the world, but they are doing it elsewhere," the post said.

Torres, whose office has been vandalized by pro-Palestinian protesters, has previously tussled with the DSA over the Middle East. The congressman, who represents the South Bronx, has accused DSA members of promoting antisemitism by supporting a Manhattan rally that was held in the wake of the October 7 Hamas attacks on Israel. "The NYC-DSA is revealing itself for what it truly is—a deep rot of antisemitism," Torres said in an October 8 statement. "The DSA should be universally condemned for its genocidal celebration of Israel's destruction in the wake of Israel's deadliest terrorist attack." In response, the DSA has held several protests outside his office.

Torres is not the only Democrat at odds with the organization since the fighting broke out in the Gaza Strip.

Representative Shri Thanedar, a Michigan Democrat, renounced his membership in the DSA after the October rally, saying: "I can no longer associate with an organization unwilling to call out terrorism in its form." The DSA has emphasized that it did not organize the rally but acknowledged that the New York City chapter promoted the event "in anticipation of escalatory violence to come" after October 7.

In the Hamas attack that triggered the war, some 1,200 people were killed and Hamas and other militants abducted about 250 people, according to the Associated Press. Israel subsequently launched its heaviest-ever air strikes on Gaza. As of Monday, at least 25,295 people have been killed in Gaza and more than 60,000 wounded, according to the Gaza Health Ministry, the AP said.

While Torres blamed the gap in funding on the DSA's outspoken position on the Israel-Hamas war, the Bread and Roses members pointed to mismanagement from top directors in the organization.

In Thursday's blog post, the DSA leaders said that senior staffers had withheld essential information from elected leaders and imposed their own political objectives that hindered the DSA from achieving its ultimate goal of "a rupture with capitalism."

"As a result, we are now left holding the bag and tasked with cutting expenses just to keep the organization afloat," they said. "It's our responsibility now to learn from our mistakes: not reckoning soon enough with a downturn in enthusiasm, and failing to understand that as a sign that we were not serving our role to champion independent politics as a socialist organization in a time of great crisis for capital."

#nunyas news #make all dsa members use the same bank account #so everyone can take what they need #and contribute what they can #from each according to their ability #to each according to their need #that's how it goes right #they claim to be committed socialists #time to pool your resources then #and act like it

[missmielyhoran]

Baby Honey (1)

in which Y/N and Harry are best friends hopelessly in love with each other and everyone seems to know this except them...

[Warning- Angst, fluff, two idiots who can't take hint, pinning, mention of toxic relationship]

My wattpad \\ Ig part 1

It was surprisingly sunny for a late November morning and there was no way you wouldn't use that in your favor.

You loved cold weather cause you loved the warmth. The feeling of warm clothes shrugged around the body or snuggling in a warm blanket after taking a relaxing hot bath but summer will always be your favourite. The cute dresses you get to wear, the beach parties you and your friends throw and the yearly road trip you and Harry make.

You quickly got out of bed and started getting ready for the day. It was 9 in the morning which was pretty early for the weekend. You had so much to do though, every Saturday you film video for your youtube channel mostly with Harry and then edit them over Sunday so, you can post it by Monday.

It's your schedule and you were committed to it, never once have you missed it (except for that one time you got diarrhoea 2 years ago).

After taking a quick hot shower you wrapped a towel around yourself and got out of the shower. You wiped the bathroom mirror with your hand as the heat from the water fogged it up.

You started doing your skincare and lash routine. It was your sister's idea for you to get some lash extensions cause she wanted them and was scared that if they look bad (which was idiotic cause she looks good no matter what) she didn't want to be alone. They were small, looking just like your natural ones but better. they defined your eyes and you have been in love with them since.

Sliding open the closet door you take out the brown three-piece set which had pair of sweatpants, a zipped hoodie and a crop top which can almost pass as a sports bra. After putting on your clothes you do your 'filming makeup' which included lots of concealer (cause sleep schedule? what's that?), blush, mascara and lipgloss. It's rare you do heavy makeup for filming if you're in that mood then maybe but mostly it's simple.

You grabbed your camera and other filming equipment needed, not caring that much about searching if you can't find anything cause Harry had some of his own at his place which is far better than yours and mostly you end up using his anyway.

You created your youtube channel as a joke. You were 16 just walking around the mall with your sister and decided to record and share it on youtube. It didn't get that many likes but it was far more likes for a shitty vlog you made. So, you decided to make more and as time more people joined and now you had a hefty amount of subscribers.

You have a very expressive face and people seemed to like that. The funny and weird faces they get to see or the self-deprecating jokes seem to relate to people, especially teenagers.

Putting on your shoes you walked out of your room and head straight to the door. You had a small apartment 1. cause it was NYC everyone has a small apartment and 2. cause you lived alone. It could pass as a studio if not for the separate bedroom. But it was beautiful, cozy and homey. The large window cascaded the light showing off the beautiful view of the city, the tall buildings, and busy roads. It was everything you wanted.

You walked out of the door locking it behind you. Your first destination was Starbucks to get your coffee and then to Harry's. You didn't bother to make breakfast cause H had the bad habit of feeding everyone even if they were full and no one can say no to his pouty face.

You were scarily dependent on each other neither of you could imagine living without each other ever for a day. Even if one of them is busy they keep in contact with texting.

You walked out of your apartment building seeing Martha walking dogs (she was dog sitter for the people who live on the floor below you), you give her a little wave which she struggled to reciprocate as all 4 dogs yanked her in different directions.

You skipped your way to Starbucks which was not that far from your house. You sipped on your iced coffee texting Harry that you were on your way and asking if he wants something. After confirming that he really didn't want anything you decided to take some pictures for your Instagram.

You situated your phone on a windowsill of a bakery and clicked a few shots already getting judgy looks from people passing by in their expensive suits. Rolling your eyes you picked up your phone and started walking to your destiny. Making it your clear goal not ruining your mood at any cost.

*****

You knocked on the familiar brown door and leaned against the frame waiting for him to open. You heard shuffling on the other side and then the door flew open showing Harry with his wide frog smile.

You smiled back and he immediately jumped on you, hugging you so tightly for a second you thought you might pass out.

"I missed you so much" He mumbled against your neck. His confession and the tickling of his breath both made you laugh.

"You big baby it has just been three days and we talk daily," You told him and sighed, melting into the hug. Harry always gave the best hugs, he was so warm and big (that's what she said) like a giant teddy bear.

"I know, but I need my daily dose of Y/N" He broke the hug finally and stood in front of you pouting. You shook your head and moved past him inside his apartment. The lavender scent mixed with his filled your senses and you felt at ease immediately as if your mind had been aching for that.

You put your bag on the cupboard beside the door and plop down on the couch with Harry following you behind. You turned to look at him to find his eyes already on you, you raise your eyebrows in a questioning manner.

"What do you want to do today?"

*****

Both of you filmed through whole morning and afternoon and now it was almost four in the evening. As fun as it was to film with him, it is very difficult as both of you started laughing at random shit and sometimes at nothing.

You were sitting on the kitchen counter as Harry made noodles and meatballs your favourite. Flynn was sitting near your dangling feet looking up at you as you steal noodles out of the pan and feed him earning yourself a glare from Harry.

Your phone chimed beside you. You used your pinky to open it as your fingers were dirty and saw a text from your sister.

"Bella and Mathew want to hang out should I tell them to come here?" You asked Harry who was putting servings on the plate.

"I have enough food for four people" He shrugged without looking up. I hummed and answered the text back. I looked back up at Harry, he was looking good today not that he didn't any other day but the white shirt which was almost transparent did nothing to hide his muscles and tattoos. His back muscles flexed with every movement he made and you had to bite on her lower lip to not create any embarrassing noise.

It was a no-brainer to know that you had a crush on Harry. The first time you saw him at a friend's party and just as your eyes met his you knew you were in deep shit. But he had a girlfriend at that time and you had just gotten out of a toxic relationship so, you didn't make a move on your feelings and when they broke up, you and he were such good friends that it terrified you that you might lose him.

The knock on the door gets you out of your thoughts. Harry looks over his shoulder and you gave him a nod and move towards it. Opening the door you're greeted by your sister Arabella and her boyfriend Mathew. Mathew ruffled his hand through your hair making you whine and your sister laugh.

Mathew was older than your sister which meant he was a lot older than you so, your dynamic since start became a little sister and big brother-like. He was just as protective of you as of your sister, going to the pub is a nightmare with him and Harry as they just scare off anyone who tries to come near the table by their stare.

All of you moved inside, Bella crouching down to pet Flynn while Harry and Matt exchanged 'Hello's. Harry moved towards you and squeezed your shoulder as a thank you for getting the door.

Soon enough everyone was situated on the couch. Harry sat on the corner and pulled you beside him, your sister sat beside you and Matt on the floor near your sister's leg. Chattering filled the whole flat along with Netflix playing in the background. You dug into your food as soon as you got your plate, hungry from not eating the whole day.

*****

Everyone was tipsy when the dinner ended and somehow we had roped Harry into dancing to Nicki Minaj's song. You covered your mouth as an ugly snort left your mouth when he started twerking badly. Bella had tears in her eyes and Matt was recording everything.

The song came to end and Harry ploped down on the couch with his head in your lap and his feet in Bella's. You ran your fingers through his hair subconsciously as Bella looked at the video Matt recorded on his phone. Harry took your arm in both of his and cuddled closer to your waist.

A Swarm of butterflies erupted through your whole body as you saw the drunken smile on his sleepy face but you knew it was just because he was drunk. So, you crushed the butterflies and focused back on the TV but his eyes stayed on yours.

Bella went to the kitchen at one point and Matt passed out near the foot of the couch with his neck awkwardly bent which was definitely sore when he woke up.

You thought Harry had also fallen asleep but apparently not, cause just as you changed the song to a slower one to relax and probably get you sleepy he opened his eyes and stood up.

You looked at him with a half smile stunned by his sudden movement. Harry extended his hand towards you which you took and he pulled you up. You groaned in laziness not wanting to move after being comfortable and warm there but as his hand slid around your waist and he got a lot closer than he should be you forgot everything.

'Apocalypse' by Cigarettes After Sex echoed through the whole apartment. At that time there were just two people there, no Matt, no Bella, just you and Harry. Even if the world stopped at that point you wouldn't have cared cause his eyes were on yours, those beautiful emerald eyes you adored soo much.

You splayed your palm on his neck, your thumb running along his sharp jaw. His pink lips parted, his Adam's apple bobbing from time to time. Was he nervous just as you were? Was he feeling the same things as you were? Was his heart beating just as fast as yours? Were his lips just as dry as yours? God those lips.

Those lips my love apocalypse...

Your eyes flicked down at his lips making him do the same. It felt like the space in between got smaller than it was before cause suddenly his breath was tickling your face. You looked back up with pleading as if saying to just push his lips on yours not caring what will be the consequences cause honestly at that moment you didn't give a fuck.

But a puppy bark and loud laughing broke your moment and Harry pushed you off soo hard that you stumbled back a bit. Your face turned red in embarrassment and you ran past him as quickly as you could. You were far more sober than before and honestly what were you thinking? He was going to kiss you? Fucking idiot mind, idiot song and this idiot world.

You collected your things as fast as you could and walked back to where everyone was. Bella and Matt were hugging saying good night to Harry. Your sister faced you after and when she saw your face, she knew something had happened but didn't say anything.

"Do you want to stay the night or want us to drop you home? We ordered an uber, it's outside." She asked. From your peripheral vision, you saw Harry open his mouth to say something, you panicked and said before you could think. "I will go"

You turned towards Harry finally looking at him to find the same pout on his lips from the morning but this time it felt like it wasn't a mocking one. Your heart lurched feeling bad, but why would he be sad?

You gave him short hug and said Good night before almost sprinting out of his apartment. You had to stay away from him for your own mental health's sake.

Harry was your best friend and you didn't want to lose that.

*****

Part 2

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[mega-aulover]

👻 Trick or Treat! 🎃

(Just in case you have something up your sleeve 😉)

I do @mollywog- but is it a trick or a treat?

“Come on! I’m not getting any younger!” Jo beeped the horn.

Katniss grimaced looking out of the glass stunt door. Jo was waiting outside in her black Land Rover. “I can’t believe I closed my shop on a Friday afternoon, and I have to be tortured for the next three days.”

Prim rolled her eyes, “It's not really three days because it’s past noon, and all you have is Saturday all day, then Sunday you’ll be leaving before noon.  So really it’s two days.” 

Katniss hated when her sister was right. She wrinkled her nose, “Do I have to go?”

“Katniss, you're her maid of honor, you’ve got to go.” 

“You should have been her maid of honor, Prim. You’re better at these sorts of things than I am.” Katniss had been trying to weasel her way out of being in Johanna’s wedding. Jo had a perverse sense of humor and delighted in watching Katniss squirm in public situations. 

“Stop pouting and put your big girl pants on, you're going this weekend with your fellow bridesmaids.”

“I am not pouting,” Katniss grumbled.

Prim chuckled as she handed Katniss her leather jacket.

“You know how to talk to people. I scowl and make babies cry.”

“You’re going camping. You’ll be able to shoot your bow, throw knives, climb trees, and hunt. It’s not the place for a geek like me.”

Katniss rolled her eyes, her sister was gorgeous, tall, blonde, skinny, the type of girl they put on magazines. Prim liked the city life, museums, clubs, social activities that involved talking, something Katniss avoided like the plague. “Fine I'll go, you traitor.” Katniss pouted.

Johanna beeped again. Jo screamed, “I CAN SEE YOU BRAINLESS!!!”

“Just do me a favor?”

Katniss frowned, “I don't do favors for traitors.”

Prim batted her lashes and made the baby droopy face Katniss couldn't say no to, “Okay, okay stop with the face.”

Prim grinned triumphantly. 

“What do you want? Are you going to tell me to look for a rare plant?” Her sister was studying genetics, most specifically plant genetics and how their curative properties could help humans.

“Take care of Delly.”

Katniss had forgotten about the perky blonde, who was about as menacing as a fluffy baby rabbit. “Delly?”

“Delly is like me,” Prim pointed out the obvious, “she’s not equipped to hang out with Jo’s crew.” Katniss rolled her eyes and Prim put her hands on her hips. “You know better than I do, the only reason Delly is in that wedding party is because she’s friends with Jo’s groomsmen and they needed the extra girl.” 

Katniss thought of women Jo included in her bridal party, Cressida, the hardened reporter who went into dangerous situations, Purnia the NYC cop, and Enobaria the psycho girl from Jo’s sorority. Delly was a bright bubbly girl, who boarded on annoying because of her peppy personality. 

Prim was right, Delly wasn’t going to fit in at all. “Fine, I'll look after Delly.”

“Thanks Katniss,” Prim gave her sister a hug. “Now have fun and play nice with the other kids in the sand box.” Prim picked up the duffle bag and handed it to Katniss, before pushing her out of the door. Katniss stuck her tongue out at her sister. As she moved toward the Land Rover Katniss could hear her sister's distinctive horse-like laugh.   

“Okay Brainless ready for a wild weekend.”

Katniss mustered up a smile, as she sank back into the seat.

“We have to pick up Delly,” Jo said, swerving into oncoming traffic.

Within moments they were at the shoe shop. Delly was waiting for them outside.

“Hi,” Delly squealed. “I’m so honored that you would want me to come along on your girl’s weekend.” She put her things in the boot of the car.

Katniss smiled but was sure Delly’s voice was going to make her have a headache. The sky up above thickened with clouds. To the casual observer the sky was filled with fluffy unassuming cumulus clouds but Katniss knew better. Those were cumulonimbus or rather rain clouds. Some were white others were gray and the ones rolling in, held the promise of a storm. 

“I hope I dressed okay, I’ve never been camping before.” Delly said, her smiling face filled the rear view mirror as they drove away. “I’m so honored that you would choose me, people don’t pick me, not even in grade school.” 

Jo gave Katniss that I’m-about-to-do-something-stupid-look. Recalling her promise Katniss said, “Why don’t I put some music on.”

Jo grunted. The Ramone’s blared from the radio. The rest of the drive was relatively quiet with the music blaring. Katniss noticed that they passed one of those prisoner transport vans that was heading in their direction. Seeing the transport, reminded Katniss of her ex-Darius. He was a local deputy, who oddly enough knew Purnia. He often had to transport prisoners from the local jail to the state prison. 

They stopped once for a bathroom break. From there the rest of the trip to the campgrounds didn’t take very long within the hour they arrived at the park. Jo parked the car at the rangers cabin, to register. Delly had fallen asleep in the back. 

“I’ll be right back,” Jo said as she got out.

Katniss got out of the car to stretch, out of the corner of her eyes she spotted a man, a blonde broad chested man, with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. A lock of his hair fell on his forehead, Katniss wanted to reach out and touch him. This impulse shocked her. 

She wasn’t one to date or pick up men. She had one serious boyfriend in the entirety of her life, Darius. Things fizzled out with Darius almost as soon as things began, within six months they had called it quits, Katniss wasn't comfortable being touched and Darius was the kind of guy who was overly affectionate. This overwhelming feeling of wanting to touch a stranger was unlike her, Katniss hated public displays of affection. 

Feeling her gaze the man turned in her direction. Quickly Katniss glanced away hoping this man hadn’t caught her blatant glare. He was handsome, like the hot guy next door handsome. After a few seconds Katniss shyly looked up and saw that he was gone. 

“Happy still asleep?” Jo said of Delly. She frowned, “Why do you look flushed, what’s wrong with you? Are you okay? Don’t tell me you’re getting sick? You never get sick?”

“Woah, Jo,” Katniss said, “I’m not getting sick.” 

Jo gave her a funny look.

The wind picked up, Katniss frowned as she glanced up at the sky. “Jo the clouds?”

“A passing shower,” Jo muttered. 

“I don’t think so,” Katniss glanced up once more. There was something foreboding in the skies above, she felt it deep within her gut.

 “Remind me to get gas before we leave.”

“Why not get it now,” Katniss suggested, “If the weather gets bad you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Fine, I’ll fill up,” Jo said.

Katniss was satisfied. She glanced up once again. Rain clouds for many were a sign of a good omen, a promise of rebirth. For Katniss rain only brought one thing. 

Death.

#Blood Moon

[ambiguousdisorderken]

okay but all my cells are vibrating just thinking of those fucks young in stupid puppy love sprinkled with cocaine and a shit ton of other party favors and boring schoolwork and their rich kids holidays wherethefuckever then those same two fucks still being in ridiculously embarrassing stupid love 20 years later, as in legit ride or die loml kinda way, just a couple of homoerotic nyc bros in actual love poets write about , and they're not even like Together Together but they're Together in all the ways that matter , ugh did i mention they've basically known each other since they can remember??? as in since their brains are able to recall shit?? shall i repeat they've literally been best friends forever and sure as shit at an infinitely more innocent point in their lives they promised to BE that for each other????? life partners , in love !!

#kenstewy

[maria4444]

Falling in love || Doctor Strange x reader

Umm this is my first time posting something like this on Tumblr, so please give me tips on how to be better lol

Also sorry for making the paragraphs so long I’ll work on that. (:

Warnings: fluff kinda, mentions of smut, alcohol, age difference

Summary: reader is drunk and is dared to sit on Stephen’s lap for the rest of the night.

Also omg I love cigarettes after sex so much. The band too ig lol.

You and Stephen had known each other for a couple of months now. Even tho you had known him for a while you still got the same old butterflies as the first time you saw him when you look at him. You and Stephen had that kind of relationship where everyone around you could see how much you guys wanted each other, everyone could see it but you two. He knew he wanted you and you knew you wanted him, but none of you could imagine that the other would return those feelings. You were convinced he couldn’t like you back due to your age difference. Stephen was 34 and you were 21 You had always had a thing for older guys. You both had tried to hint at it multiple times, but still you were both so blinded by insecurities.

You laid in your bed listening to your favorite band, cigarettes after sex. Their songs reminded you so much of Stephen and the relationship you two had. Especially the song called ‘Falling in love’. You were wearing your pjs from not having changed yet even tho the time had passed 6PM. You looked out the big window of your room with the view of NYC. You had been staying at the Avengers tower for a while with a couple of other avengers, one of them being Stephen. He had gotten kicked out from the sanctum now that Wong was the new sorcerer supreme. Well not really kicked out, Wong had just said some things that got Stephen annoyed and then Stephen returned the favor to Wong, making them agree that it was best if they got space from each other, like an old married couple. But for you this was a good thing, a great thing even. Stephen just so happened to get the room across from yours, making you bump into each other ever so often.

The time passed by quickly as you spent your time daydreaming about Stephen. Tony had invited the avengers to a party down in the main living room which meant you would be seeing Stephen tonight. Not only that, but you would most likely be drunk when you see him, making you more confident than usual. The party started at 7PM. You had to shower and get dressed.

You had picked out your outfit, you had made sure it was quite revealing just in case Stephen would be looking at you tonight. Which of course he would. You had picked out a small black skirt that showed half your thighs with a pair of see through black stockings and a top which was flattering to your chest. You weren’t usually one to show much skin, but you wanted a certain someone’s attention.

A couple of drinks later and you and the Avengers were playing truth or dare in the living room. It had been about an hour of drinking and you were feeling pretty affected by the alcohol. Everybody had been drinking except for Stephen. “Okay (y/n). Truth or dare?” Tony smirked hoping you would choose dare. “Truth.” You answered shortly. “Aww come on, pick dare.” Sam said. “Fine, dare.” You sighed smiling. “That’s my girl.” Tony said half-joking as he winked at you making you crunch up your face letting out a small chuckle. “Alright, I dare you to sit in the lap of the person you find the most attractive for the rest of the night.” He smirked, making everybody laugh and smile. “What?! No absolutely not.” You protested. “It’s the game (l/n).” Steve shrugged giving you a smile as he laughed. “Fine.” You said as you stood up and headed towards the person you found the most attractive, Stephen. Taking shy steps towards him. He sat in a armchair in between Sam and Steve. Stephen thought you were headed towards Steve, but was shocked when you stopped in front of him and asked. “May I?” You smiled awkwardly. His eyes widened and his mouth parted. He had been looking at you all night, eyeing you up and down. And now you were asking permission to sit in his lap. “Of course.” He said tapping his lap for you to sit. You sat down at the edge not wanting to invade his personal space. “That’s not his lap, that’s his feet (l/n).” Tony said smirking. You turned around to look at Stephen and he simply gave you a small smile as he tapped his lap for you to come closer. “But I’m wearing a skirt.” You said almost breaking a smile at the thought of getting closer to Stephen. “Perfect.” Nat smirked. Before you could say anything else Stephen pulled you in closer so that you were now actually sitting on his lap and not his legs. “You’re a lucky man Strange.” Steve shook his head.

He was a lucky man. Having the most beautiful girl on his lap, and not only that, you were wearing a skirt. He enjoyed having you on his lap, he enjoyed it a little too much honestly. You turned around to look up at him before you spoke. “I’m sorry.” You said quietly almost a whisper. You felt guilty about him having to have you in his lap for the rest of the evening. You weren’t exactly the heaviest, but having the body many dreamed of meant having bigger breasts, a bigger ass and big thighs, and surely that made you a bit heavier. But it turned out it was nothing to him. He held you in his lap with ease, as if you were light as a feather. He looked at your eyes and then your lips a couple of seconds before he answered. “Don’t be.” He smiled sincerely making you blush and look away. He noticed that and only smiled to himself. Both of your eyes were dilated exposing your desires to each other. The only question was if one of you might catch on to it, or maybe both.

Thirty minutes passed of you guys just drinking and talking, and you were still sitting on Stephen’s lap. The alcohol had kicked in even more now making you restless not able to sit still. Turning around slightly in Stephen’s lap. You could feel him tense up every time you moved. You didn’t understand at first, but after a few minutes you knew why. Having you on his lap was driving him crazy. You felt what was growing in his pants press slightly against your ass. Feeling this made you move slightly more in shock, but Stephen stopped you quickly, putting his mouth to your ear before he whispered. “Sit still pretty girl.” You felt shivers run down your spine. You let out a muffled “sorry.” Blushing by the effect you had on him, and the effect he had on you honestly. It was good you choose to wear stockings today. He only chuckled slightly at you response. No man had ever had this effect on you before. Stephen was just so perfect. His perfect goatee, his perfectly sculpted face, his perfect salt and pepper hair, his perfect arrogance. He was just so perfect in every way possible. Stephen knew that you knew now. Normally he would have been embarrassed, but he saw the effect he had on you too. You sat in silence for a couple of minutes listening in to the other’s conversation before you suddenly felt a hand on your right thigh and Stephen moving slightly under you making you whimper slightly. Luckily for you Stephen was the only one who heard it making him chuckle again. He put his mouth to your ear again as he stroked your thigh. “You okay there (y/n)?” He smirked into your ear making you bite your lip and turn around slightly to look at him. “Mhm.” Was all you got out as he looked from your lips to your eyes. “Good girl.” He smiled as he used his free hand to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. ‘Good girl.’ You thought, you loved being called that. You turned around back to the group again as you leaned your back against Stephen’s chest making your head fall on his shoulder. You could smell his cologne and after shave. His warmth filled you up, and you swore you could have fallen asleep right then and there, and you almost did.

You had been in and out of sleep a few minutes now before Tony’s voice shot through making you wince slightly. “(L/n)’s out!” He said loudly making you roll your eyes at him for disturbing your sleep. “I’ll taker her to bed.” Stephen said as the both of you got up. You hadn’t noticed how much the alcohol had affected you until you stood up making you hold on to Stephen’s shirt for stability. “Come here.” He said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder making you squeal. He only smiled at your reaction as he walked up the stairs to the bedrooms. “Have fun!” Thor shouted. “Don’t break the bed!” Tony shouted after you two, making Stephen roll his eyes in annoyance. He had no plans of having sex with you tonight, not when you were drunk. Especially not since he knew it would be your first time. When he first got to know you there were some rumors saying that you had slept with half of New York. People were calling you all kinds of names in the media. Even if you had slept with many people he wouldn’t judge you. But he had overheard a conversation between Nat and Tony recently, talking about how you actually were a virgin. The thought of you being a virgin made him feel good, thinking about the fact that he might be the one to take your virginity made him feel even better. But if he were to take it he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted you to remember every part of it.

He made his way to your room still having a whining girl on his shoulder. He put you down gently on your bed and looked at you for a couple of seconds before he opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “Could you stay for a bit?” You asked shyly looking into his eyes. There was a tiny pause before he answered. “If you want me to. Sure.” He smiled sitting down on the bed. “I’m just gonna change.” You said as you stumbled out of your bed struggling a bit to stay on two feet as you made your way to your closet, Stephen watching you closely smiling to himself. You found an oversized t-shirt to wear and figured that was enough as you started to undress with your back turned to Stephen. He was still watching you closely as you pulled your top over your head and undid your bra letting it fall to the ground and putting on your t-shirt. He could simply not take his eyes off of you. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He adored every single inch of your body, every single curve. He felt himself getting hard again. He didn’t understand how he would be able to resist you now. But he had to. He refused to do anything with you while you were drunk. He watched you slide your skirt off. Your shirt barely covered your panties. He watched you struggle as you tried to pull of your stockings almost falling over. He got to his feet quickly. “Here. Let me help.” He smiled making you blush. He bent down to pull your stockings down as you held onto his shoulder, letting your free hand play with his dark hair locks, putting a smile to your face as you admired the grey streaks in his hair. He lifted one of your legs up to pull the stockings off and then the other. When he finished he looked up at you, a smile tugging at his lips at how you admired his hair. You caught his eyes and smiled shyly as he stood up. “Alright. Let’s get you to bed.” He said taking your hand and leading you to your bed. You climbed into the sheets and patted the spot next to you for Stephen to get in. He hesitated for a second, but he couldn’t resist the doe eyes you gave him. “Goodnight Stephen.” You smiled snuggling into his chest. “Goodnight pretty girl.” He smiled back. He liked taking care of you. He liked making you feel safe. You were fast asleep and so was Stephen soon after you, giving him the tiniest bit of time before he fell asleep to come to the conclusion that he was in fact falling in love with you.

#doctor strange #stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #doctor stephen strange #doctor strange x reader #benedict cumberbatch #marvel #Spotify

[samueldays]

Followup news: one of the Bike Boys from the CitiBike Incident has released his side of the story, via his mother and Monique Judge.

A TL;DR in two parts:

1: Tearjerking demographic sympathy-farming and "I never thought leopards would make hysterical accusations at MY son, sobs woman who voted for the Leopards Making Hysterical Accusations Party"

2: My son has receipts too, they show that he was being deliberately dishonest and exploiting the system.

To expand on the first point:

Betty has seen video after video of racists and trolls calling her son a “thug” and a “thief” and labeling him as a “man” when, in her words, “He’s just a boy.” It hurts her that people are saying these things — things that she knows are not true — about him.

Betty is disturbed that people believe the worst about what her son might have done, based on little or no evidence. (And the "thief" charge is arguably correct, as we'll see below.)

Betty said she was horrified when she first saw the video. “My reaction when I saw it was ‘oh my God. I almost lost my son in that moment.’ Do you understand me? I am not from here, but we all know this country,” she said. “But how the policemen here do our sons, and our husbands, and our fathers. They kill us.” Betty continued. “So with a white woman standing right there and screaming for someone to help, if the police had come, and my son was standing there, they are going to shoot him. If he runs, they are going to shoot him.”

Betty believes the worst about what the police might have done, based on little or no evidence, to an extent that is hysterical, delusional, and paranoid.

I don't blame her. She's a propaganda victim, on par with the youtube commenters she decries.

I blame Progressive America for engaging in massive amounts of misinformation, propaganda, fear campaigns, cherrypicking and brainwashing about the relative threat posed by blacks and cops.

(I expect some people may object "he was unarmed!" here, and I respond that the point still stands, the annual homicide stats indicate unarmed black men are about 10x more likely to kill someone else than they are likely to get killed by the police.)

To expand on the second point:

CitiBike in cooperation with NYC has a program where rides shorter than 45 minutes can be free if you're on welfare, details at this link.

One can infer the contours of decisionmaking policy that led here: simply making bike rides entirely free on welfare would lead to a bunch of assholes joyriding bikes all day, while simply giving the poors money and expecting them to pay would lead to a bunch of idiots drinking away their money and still having no bike rides; so you get this kind of half-assed compromise.

Re-docking the bike resets the timer, allowing him to ride for another 45 minutes before stopping again. “Even regular Citi Bike riders do this,” Mary explained. “The price goes up after 45 minutes for everyone, so people routinely ride their bikes, dock their bikes, ride their bikes, and dock their bikes again.”

I can see why people do it, but it's still kinda skeevy. The point of the 45-minute limit is that other people should get a chance to use the bikes too, without needing to queue at the docking station and wait for the short available period between rides. It may be excusable if there's plenty of spare bikes and nobody needs to queue, but that apparently wasn't the case here.

Now I want to emphasise that this article I'm quoting is Bike Boy's side of the story, presented as a defense of what he was up to, by a sympathetic journalist known to have been previously dishonest in his favor:

Michael said after resting in Harlem for a bit, the boys continued riding into the Lower East Side of Manhattan. They grabbed frozen yogurt and then headed to the Citi Bike docking station at 1st Avenue and E 30th Street near Bellevue Hospital in the Kip’s Bay neighborhood. They docked their bikes at 7:19 p.m. and sat there to rest. Michael insisted he and his friends never left the bikes unattended. They don’t leave the bikes. Michael said all four of his friends also have the same Citi Bike Reduced Fare membership, so they docked the bikes to stop the timers from going over 45 minutes. [...] Michael was still standing near his bike with his hands on the handlebars. [...] Michael says that is when Sarah Jane Comrie moved closer to him and his bike, leaned over him, and scanned the QR code with her phone even as he had his hands on the handlebars. She then pushed her way onto the bike and attempted to remove it from the docking station and take it. It was 7:24 p.m., and that is when the boys began recording.

Let's suppose for a moment that Michael and the journo are telling the truth here in their pre-video claims of "Michael says".

Even if we take their account at face value, Michael has crossed a line from kinda skeevy to outright wrong. He is trying to have it both ways at once: "using the bike" continuously so that no one else can use it, and "not using the bike" so that he doesn't have to pay for his extended continuous use. Which is it? Pick one.

Either way, sounds like he was a thief, the question is whether he was robbing CitiBike or robbing Sarah Comrie. That I leave to someone else to resolve.

#all #leopards eating people's faces party #racepol

[eretzyisrael]

by E. J. Hare

In 2023, the New York ‘progressive’ notion of progress is heavily informed by the Democratic Socialists of America, founded from the debris of American Communism by Michael Harrington and others in 1982 as a pragmatic left-wing policy pressure group within the Democratic Party. A somnambulant and scarcely relevant book club for aging Jewish academic radicals until the star-making election to Congress of Queens DSA member Alexandria Ocasio Cortez in 2018, DSA has vastly increased its membership and influence, especially in New York. While becoming younger and more ethnically diverse, DSA reoriented in favor of a harder-left, anti-imperialist stance, in the view of founding member Jo-Anne Mort. While “Antisemitism is the socialism of fools” remains a pithy and informative phrase, today’s DSA-backed candidates seem to agree with Leo Strauss’ observation that antisemitism (in the form of anti-Zionism) is a useful tool for socialists who see fools as an important constituency.

The relationship between anti-Israel pressure groups, the Progressive movement, and hard-left politicians is easy to trace. For example, the director of the New York City Council’s Progressive Caucus is Emily F. Mayer, co-founder of If Not Now, yet another far-left anti-Israel pressure group. Her husband is Democratic operative Waleed Shahid, who drew criticism for a distasteful tweet complaining about a pro-Israel candidate winning a Democratic primary, “Wait until you hear what happened in next week’s Goy Outsider,” a reference to the Jewish political newsletter Jewish Insider. They were married in a wedding officiated by New York City Comptroller and self-described Democratic Socialist Brad Lander, who was instrumental in forming the very first Progressive Caucus while serving in the Council.

Lander is an able politician almost certain to run for mayor in the next cycle with the full support of NYC’s formidable Progressive elections apparatus, including the DSA and Working Families Party. A long-time associate of such odious anti-Israel activists as Linda Sarsour, Lander is viewed with distaste by his home borough’s Orthodox communities and is notorious for ignoring events like a huge march of radically antisemitic Black Israelites not far from his own residence in Park Slope. He took the bizarre step of renouncing his son’s right to access Israel’s Law of Return at the poor boy’s own bris. To reiterate, this is a man with a more than reasonable chance of becoming the next Mayor of NYC, who did not condemn Fatima Muhammed’s speech or speak out about a large gang of explicitly antisemitic marchers in his own neighborhood. Nor did he show up to this year’s ‘Celebrate Israel’ parade as almost every other Jewish elected official in the city did. Lander is renowned for his expert and relentless pandering and electioneering, who has gone to churches to wash the feet of undocumented immigrants and covered himself in rainbows to march in various LGBT parades. But supporters of Israel are personae non gratae in the Progressive movement, and Lander doesn’t chase votes he can’t win.

#new york #democratic party #democratic socialists of america #dsa

[vienecash300]

Artist: Vinal Luciano

Album: Aquarius

Release Date: 27 Jan 2024

The father of Rich Taste Entertainment, despite a constant presence on social media, keeps his music notoriously close to the chest. He typically avoids the early release of anything at all which is likely due to his preference for perfection, but also lends itself as a marketing tactic. The tactic? Keep the music secret and don’t discuss the drop for any reason. The strategy has two different outcomes possible. One? Success. The artist blows people away.Think Playboi Carti “Whole Lotta Red” Two. The artist comes with that bullshit and the fans are pissed. Think l, the newest Kendrick Lamar. Vinal Luciano’s “Aquarius” does the first one.

As usual Vinal inflects his well-enunciated flow reminiscent of 90s East Coasters like Prodigy of Mobb Deep. How does it then vary from his predecessor album? Well unlike most independent artists it seems Vinal has grown considerably since his last album, a review of which can be found on this page.

Vinal chose to lean on the heartfelt utilizing the sung vocals of Springfield well-known Junior Pasare on multiple songs. That’s where the growth came in. Vinal has always had a flow and wordplay that uses simile like a scythe effortlessly cutting through beats However on GP2 (his last project) the songs seem rushed. I am an admitted fan of GP2 having both reviewed and attended the release party of the aforementioned. The songs were rife with the bars we expect from Vinal but seem almost soundcloudesque when compared to the precision engineering, tight mixing and utterly singable choruses on Aquarius.

The intro to a couple of songs is a feminine voice delivering a monologue on the more eclectic characteristics of Aquarians. I am not a believer in Astrology I am however an Aquarius and can get down with the beliefs of anyone.

The album starts off with slower tempo songs yet still somehow moves at a clip that allows for consecutive play through. Notably Junior Pasare sings on “inTOXICated” and “Sad Song” the latter of which is a piano driven dynamo that compliments Junior’s falsetto magnificently. The line “My momma checked out on me” hit different. There in lies the power of Vinzl Luciano. Despite his grating spitfire flow he tugs at the heartstrings like a pro weaving a tapestry for his listener. On “Afraid of Love” Junior reminds us that he is a double threat on the mic, employing his signature flow that has been described by me so many times that I will not go into it. As usual he blesses the microphone he breathes into with exquisite breath control and aplomb.

Jr Pasare.

The snare-heavy “Can’t Relate” contains a feature from artist Morg. Nothing is known about this artist at the time of publication but whoever he is he is fit to share the track with Vinal. Another artist that favors the long verse flow of the 90s East Coast Morg reminds me of NYCs Cormega, which as much of a compliment as I can give anyone I only hear one verse from. It was a cold ass verse though.

In the humble opinion of this publication the crown jewel of this project is “Petty Season”. Vinal again shows his penchant for piano driven beats eating the verses alive. He provides his own chorus which as usual is rapped. I think this album reflects the 2 years it took Vinal to release it. You can’t make quality like this in 3 months. It’s crafted. People know I am a huge fan of the new school of hip hop, however new artists albums lack the crafting that albums used to have. It’s not just putting songs on the internet. Crafting involves diligent attention to detail in track listing in order that the album plays like a movie of sorts painting a coherent picture of the artists mindset at the time. Vinal Luciano has always done that, and he’s getting better. 💯💯💯

#rap music #newmusicalert🚨 #spotify #hip hop #music #aquarius

[aridaureville]

— BASICS Name: Akari D'aureville Age / D.O.B.: 34 / 07.25.1989 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis Woman, She/Her & Bisexual Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Affiliation: Civilian Job position: Lounge Singer Education: Some college Relationship status: Single Children: 1 (four month old) Positive traits: (Protective, Loyal, Compassionate, Independent, Kindhearted) Negative traits: (Workaholic, Impulsive, Brazen, Temperamental, Unforgiving)

— BIOGRAPHY

pregnancy mention tw, abandonment tw

Akari D'aurevile was born an only child to the D'aureville's, not that it's ever stopped her from living life on the edge. She was born to a father who understood a good hustle and a mother who drilled into her that money was the only way to make a name for yourself. The D'aureville's became the type of family that were often seen at the high-end parties, dressed to the nines, but nobody ever truly knew where their money came from. What they did understand, though, was that the family had it and they were not afraid to show it off. Unlike her parents, Akari had a heart of gold, she didn't pay money too much attention and she wanted to be the kind of person that the world viewed for who she was and not what she had. It was a noble thought, but that mindset quickly shattered the moment she met the man who would become the future father of her current four-month-old child. All her life all she's ever wanted is to light up the stage with her voice and at one point that was almost a dream come true. She had the world at her fingertips, singing, her voice was that of gold, and she had the confidence to go along with it. However, she put her dreams aside for her partner's career and she stood by their side through all of the downs they had. So much so that her family even cut her off because they did not approve of her partner at the time, or his lifestyle. The moment their little girl was born was the moment that she thought the world was finally perfect. Unfortunately for her, and little Delilah, she was left in the dust the moment her partners career took off two months later. She was slapped with divorce papers, to which she signed, and left to fend for herself. Now if there was one thing Akari was never going to do it was to beg, cry, or allow someone to make her feel as if she ever anything less than the queen she rightfully believed she was. So, she didn't. She picked her piece up, placed her crown back on her head, took her little girl, and made her way to NYC for a new start at life. She used her voice, and looks, to get to where she needed to get and eventually landed a nice gig as a lounge singer for some fancy hotel where rich people just liked to pretend like they even knew what was truly happening in the world. Now she strives to land a record deal so that she can finally say "I did that." and provide a comfortable lifestyle for little Delilah.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

LIFESAVOR: someone who she met and helped her out in her earlier days in the city! Maybe they are well connected around the city, and they are the reason she was able to get the gig she has now at the fancy hotel! NO GOOD DEED: she made a deal with the devil. as simple as that. someone who helped her out, but she owes a favor of some sorts to. no good deed goes unpunished, as they say. PARENT BUDDIES: play dates, fun time, and wine! just parent friends being parent friends. ONE GOOD NIGHT: a friend with benefits type of deal or maybe a one-night stand. BABY DADDY: the father of her four-month-old baby. he hasn't been in the picture since their little one was two months old. why he would come back around, or try, is entirely UTP. Aaaand the rest will come with plots and brainstorming!

#wb.intro #pregnancy tw #abandonment tw

[georgiapeach30513]

I think he is insufferable to hang around sometimes, I would go crazy with the whole : I am retiring, now I am going back to work grab your bags, we are going to NYC to get work. /////

Well he did admit in GQ he told her within like 4 months of knowing her "Hey pack it up from your entire life in Portugal, time to move to altanta for a year with me if you wanna be with me. Otherwise, dunzo." And she wasn't miss this meal ticket. (Year later, boom...💍)

He likes people being able to do what he wants them to do, no question asks. Its his control personality shining through. And now he's repaying the favor by attending after parties for her and paparazzi dinner dates for her movie and her young hungry appetite for fame. She's lazy and she knows it, it's why we don't see her solo things, it's always connected to "the name."

It's...something.

It’s…something? Not sure what you’re trying to imply. And I’m not buying that part of the interview at all, and for reasons I’d rather not say. But does it matter? Nope. He’s still claiming her. So I’ll keep my opinions and what I know about Atlanta to myself. But some of it is easily tracked if you know anything about the city 😊

[stigmvtas]

DONOVAN MERCER — ABRIDGED.

welcome to marina, DONOVAN 'DUCKY' MERCER ( cis man, he/him ) ! they are a TWENTY NINE year old who has lived over on LOCKE ROW for THREE MONTHS and works as a DRUG DEALER. everyone says they look a lot like NICK ROBINSON. what do you think? — JAMES, 24, THEY/THEM, EST.

MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE, INJURY, DRUGS, AND ADDICTION.

profile.

full name: donovan 'ducky' mercer.

birthday: march 15th, 1994.

astrology: pisces sun, aries moon, sagittarius ascending.

sexuality: bisexual (deeply repressed).

currently listening to: bound to the floor by local h.

last known location: [[[cannot be found]]]

PINTEREST.

brief history.

born in nyc to the righthand man of a known mob leader, younger brother to ezra mercer. his mother ran only hours after he was born, name a rushed thought - left him in this environment.

child abuse; it was fucking brutal growing up, flung into the family business as a child - expected to uphold what it meant to be a mercer. learned quick to not question their father, or to talk back - or to really talk at all. he was the stupid one - the soft one, the one who didn't know his place, who cried until he learned to never cry again.

it didn't stop him dreaming as a kid - of somewhere greater than the life he'd been forced to deal with. had an obsession with outer space - but all his attempts to learn more were squandered. stomped down.

child abuse / injury; tried to run away when he was fifteen, but only made it so far. earned a new scar that day - one spiraling diagonally across his face, accompanied by his first, and only, nickname - ducky - due to the puckering of the wound curling around his lip.

after that, ducky stopped fighting. stopped dreaming. just kept his head down and did whatever their father asked. trailed behind mercy, doing whatever he needed to do, going wherever they needed to go, dropping out of high school to pursue the business.

drugs; that's how they wound up in marina island, their father and his boss wanting to extend the business further. mercy's really the one in charge - ducky just has to not fuck it up. he deals mostly the lesser drugs, the party favors - easy shit. he doesn't think mercy trusts him with anything else.

facts & temperaments.

comes off as very intimidating because of the whole like. scar face, thing, and his overall demeanor which is terrible posture and a non-suspicious hoodie at all times. it takes at least five minutes of mumbled conversation before realizing that ducky's not that bad. just incredibly awkward.

injury; is partially blind in one of his eyes from their injury - their cornea is all scarred up, but they don't really tell anyone about it.

extremely guarded, doesn't know how to have friends or how to handle them. prefers not to, because that's a point of weakness that could be used against him. tries to keep a distance towards everyone, even if they're on a secluded island away from lars and vince.

is terrified everyday. just fucking scared of most things and people. tries not to look or act that way though. cannot handle gore or violence, it makes him like, literally physically ill. he hates it. can't watch horror movies, or thrillers, or most action movies tbh.

despite that - is prone to getting into fights when provoked. hates that he gets angry so quick, when he's usually so quiet and reserved - but that's the mercer blood for you.

knows that mercy loves him even if he's a cunt about it. that's just how they are towards each other. their affection is just violence and takeout.

still super into the stars and the moon and outer space. could go on a rant about random facts that honestly any fifth grader would know, but gets embarrassed if he gets caught rambling.

commits small acts of kindness when nobody is looking. like holding doors open, paying for old peoples' meals, picking up litter next to a trash can. wants so desperately to be a good person, but knows that he inherently isnt.

lies about how much he sleeps around. look at him. he's too awkward to get laid and too heavily repressed in his sexuality to do shit with anyone. doesn't even know what flirting looks like honestly. but he'll lie and be like yeah. i get um. laid. i get women. hookups are far and few between.

addiction; has a xanax problem but it keeps him mellowed out and ducky prefers the like. emotional numbness than experiencing actual feelings so. :/

#marina:intro #child abuse tw #injury tw #drugs tw #addiction tw #––– ❛ donovan mercer 【 you bleed just like you puke / about. 】

[darbyblanco]

“I GET TOO CAUGHT UP IN A MOMENT”

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Valerie Margarita Darr-Blanco { Darby Blanco }

GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis Female {She/Her}

AGE: 27

BIRTHDAY: September 29

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

FACE CLAIM: Bruna Marquezine

OCCUPATION: Actress & Model

HOMETOWN: Manhattan, NY.

APARTMENT NUMBER: 1203

TIME IN APARTMENTS: 3 months.

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

UP NEXT: “I AM NOT A WOMAN, I AM A GOD” BY HALSEY

BIOGRAPHY: TW Neglect {Alluded}, Partying, Drinking {Underage, Alcoholism}, Age-Gap Relationship, Exploitation of a Minor, Infidelity.

A product of an affair, Valerie never knew just how much her home life would affect her mentality until she was much older. For the time being, the young girl grew up with various nannies who came in and out of her life. Unlike her parents, she favored the nannies - at least knowing when they’d be there when she got home. Her mother was a famous pornstar who broke her way into the mainstream blockbuster business all on her own. The truth of the matter was that her mother’s very young boy toy, casted her in a lot of his films that seemingly put him on the map to becoming the next Tarantino. 

Being homeschooled, Val wasn’t used to social settings that weren’t black tie events or red carpets. Drinking by the time she was 10, the girl was always thrown in with the other celebrity children who wanted nothing more than to make their parents’ head roll. She never felt heard or seen, until meeting this crowd and realizing she wasn’t alone in wanting a normal life out of the public eye. She took part in everything under the sun; Heavy partying, to petty theft in Chinatown. If anything, her attempts created the negative affect and her mother praised her for being so wild and bold. It was then, that all of Val’s cares (or what was left of them) disappeared.

She found herself falling into her mother’s footsteps, though she tried everything in her power not to. Never dipping her toes into the porn industry, Val still managed to find herself exploited at the young age of 16 when someone on the internet claimed they hacked into her iCloud account and got a hold of her nudes. Though it wasn’t true, her life was burnt to the ground as her image was torn to shreds. Her life wasn’t hers anymore, as others made up their own stories and assumptions and posted them without a care. Instead of turning off social media, Val took to YouTube where she created a safe space for herself to air out her side of the story on the supposed scandal.

It wasn’t too long after the scandal, that Val met a director who was significantly older. It was a power play, something completely wrong but she was unaware of it at the time. He wound up leaving his wife for her after they spent a couple nights together. Though, she was naive and didn’t understand the weight of it all at the time. This relationship actually made her feel empowered, despite the fact, in that she could pick and choose what projects to be a part of, and her career as an actress then took off. She wasn’t expecting to blow up overnight, but all it took was the one movie and now she was destined for the same path as her mother; Something she absolutely hated to the point she legally changed her name, taking on the last name of the father she’s never met as a slap to her mother’s face. 

Upon turning 18, her boyfriend dumped her and thus she began dissecting every little thing that happened in the relationship. She took a couple years to fully reflect on everything that had happened and realized she hadn’t really had a great example for what love was. Once she came to terms with what had happened to her, she took to her YouTube in order to address the issue plaguing Hollywood and the predatory behavior of those these young girls trusted at the time. There was a lot of positive feedback, the young woman soon becoming a huge spokesperson for a bigger movement than she had thought.

Recently, things have grown tense in both NYC and LA, the director who was her abuser now creating a film to depict ‘his side’ - emphasis on painting Darby as the villain. She wouldn’t have seen it as such a big deal, if there weren’t so many other directors supporting the disgusting project and people now giving her heat from something that happened when she was a stupid kid. To go under the radar for a bit, she found herself signing a lease in Seattle with their new Amore Lux Apartments; Hoping to find a little peace from everything that is blowing up in her life behind the scenes.

EXTRA-EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT HER!

Darby is never in the grey zone; Always on one side or another. She’s either going out and partying, or staying in and binging Netflix for the whole weekend. Her style is a dead giveaway of this aspect of her: She’s either all glammed up, or taking a completely different approach with Nike AF1′s and sweats. Though she’s had a lot happen to her in her past, she doesn’t speak about it and the mention of her mother makes her bolt in the opposite direction. The young woman inherited her father’s drinking habits, making it hard for her to pinpoint her limit. Because of this, she tends to monitor and keep up with who she’s with. She also is prone to saying the wrong thing, completely unfiltered when she’s drinking. Darby hasn’t been to a therapist, she’s mostly just been reflecting and figuring out herself on her own terms; Not only marking her stubbornness, but also a note that she is aware she has some issues and just can’t stomach a diagnosis. With that being said, a lot of her anxiety and negative aspects come out in regards to relationships and just love in general. She doesn’t believe it’s real, and that’s because she’s never had a good example of a healthy relationship/depiction of love to go off of, nor has she experienced one for herself. She tends to self-destruct in any form of connection that means something to her, and if she feels she’s just getting too close in general. Darby is also prone to jealousy, thanks to her mother’s horrific dating life; Never really trusting anyone, and alway believing they’re cheating. It’s one of the reasons she’s just barred herself from dating, altogether. Darby is known for her one night stands though, and isn’t a stranger to hooking up and then never talking to people again. She also is very laidback with hooking up with those she sees as friends. Though she has a lot of work to do on herself, Darby is a bit of a wildcard and is always down for a good time. She loves dancing and going out, and is actually really supportive when she warms up to people. She’s an advocate for people being themselves, though she’s the first to hide behind some armor. She’s also sarcastic, but more so n a humorous way rather than a mean one. 10/10 one of the girls hyping you up in the bathroom if you’re crying over a heartbreak, and will invite you over to make cookies even though she’d most likely burn her place down if she tried. 

PERSONALITY:

+ Enthralling, Apolaustic, and Resourceful

- Reckless, Coquettish, and Detached

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