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kerokreature · 1 year

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Some Sinclair Headcannons since I have brain rot

This is for the Sinclair brothers x chubby!reader (gender neutral but with Afab)

CW: Mentions of weight, use of the word fat, body dysmorphia, mentions of eating insecurities

NSFW WARNING, THERE WILL BE NSFW AHEAD

Enjoy

Bo Sinclair

He is 1000% a chubby chaser

This boy likes em thick, it’s the “more of you to love mentality”

He will be so touchy feely, really he will be groping your tummy, running his hands up and down your curves like he’s sculpting a vase (not that Bo is the artistic type)

He wants his face buried between those thighs

He loves running his calloused hands over any stretch marks you may have, brushing over them as he works his way down

He’s going to make sleazy comments the whole time but when he leans in to your ear, his fingers tracing from your neck to your tummy. Hands pausing to grope your softness before his fingers push further to please what waits between your thighs- he almost almost sounds like he’s worshiping you when he says your beautiful and that all of you is his.

He would be so lewd with his teasing, nipping and biting at every stretch mark, softly and then more roughly squeezing at your body, especially to part your thighs for him. He loves when he can take hand fulls

All of you is gorgeous and fucking sexy to him

I Picture bo as the type to be into having his partner wear specific things for him (maybe it’s the control) and he would lose it when you do

He would praise every curve and where he can and can’t see certain things in what you’re wearing

“God Almighty Darlin’ that just looks perfect on you.” “Wow sweetheart, look at those curves.. can’t wait to unwrap them.”

Afab body mention ahead

He would grope you constantly, if you don’t want your chest groped he would back off a slight bit, but he’d want to use them as a pillow.

He’d want to press his fingers into your stomach, just below your navel until it hurt. God would he push on that spot (fertility or no) because that’s especially His

The way he would squeeze your thighs as he parts them. His groping would be especially rough as he holds one up to your chest before digging his fingers right into your core, greedy, starving, only stopping to tease that bundle of nerves so he can wrench more moans from your pretty mouth

Fluff continuation but about insecurities

If you’re insecure about eating in front of him because of your weight/shape etc. he would literally just feed you.

Spoonful by fucking spoonful and he might even praise you and run his hands over whatever it is you’re insecure about for good measure

Your Are His fucking perfect little lover, even if he torments and insults you it’s never ever about any of those insecurities

If he catches you staring in the mirror mentally beating yourself up, you’re going to catch him being soft

Hugging you from behind, gently whispering all the things he loves that you hate, tracing his fingers over you to show just where he means

Doesn’t matter if you think you’re heavy you’re getting pulled into his lap and he’s going to hold you like you’re nothing.

Yeah he’s likely teasing you during, Bo is just insatiable that way

Lester Sinclair

Oh boy he is also absolutely a chubby chaser, this boy is licensed by the damn state to be a chubby chase

He’s a pudge connoisseur one could say

Fuck is he gonna stare, but not rudely. He’s going to look at you like an august sunset. He’s going to gaze at you like you stepped out of a fairy tail. (He might even give Vincent a run for his money there)

He’s shy at first, or maybe less shy more just taking his time, but once your both comfortable he is on you.

When he’s tired after a long hard day you’re his pillow, the moment he’s out of the shower he is cuddling you and touching your skin

Less lewdly then Bo but he will have his hands on every part of you. Kisses pressed to each stretch mark, he’ll have to stop himself a thousand times from getting a bit rough but

God does he want to squeeze and grope and push into all of your plushness, he wants to feel you and trace the beauty that is you, he wants to worship you, praise you

And in the right light you can see he inherited Bo’s possessive streak. The way he pulls you in, eyes moving down your thick frame, the way his crooked grin spreads haphazardly across his face, chin jutting as he runs those work calloused hands over your thighs, that head tilt as his eyes narrow and sharpen. You can tell he’s thinking about how every curve is his.

But god would he still be gentle, agonizingly gentle

I Picture him with an oral fixation also so you’re getting kissed, licked and anything he can get his mouth on is going there

“you taste mighty sweet y/n” “goodness you’re soft, I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you my baby.” Between kisses and nips you can hear him whispering your name.

Afab body mention ahead

Your nipples, always, even if you’re uncomfortable with your chest he’ll coax and whisper to you as he kisses and licks over each mound of flesh before pulling your sensitive buds into his mouth, teeth brushing them but never too hard

Kisses and nips and licks would be trailed down your body, over each stretch mark until he’s parting your thighs, nipping and sucking the flesh once he parts them, teasing his way towards your core.

BOY IS A M U N C H OKAY?

His tongue would trace over that bundle of nerves and he would begin, every fold is claimed by his tongue as he pushes your thighs around his face.

And I mean he wants you to smother him with your thighs, taking you tensing and locking them around his head as a sign he’s treating his lover exactly as they deserve, and god he’s going in for the kill, he wants you trembling and orgasming on his tongue

Fluff continuation but about insecurities

You are perfect in his eyes but he knows how much it hurts when you hate how you look

He would hold you in the mirror, guide your eyes away from where you’re looking at yourself to look into his eyes instead

He’d remind you that you’re perfect to him, his hands carefully touching up and down your ribs to your hips

If you’re insecure about eating he’d softly reassure you, he’d tell you you’re perfect and have nothing to worry about

He’d remind you if anyone said anything he and his brothers would take care of it

He’d coax you with your favorite foods, he might even gently hand feed you

More oral fixation at play, he loves watching you eat, your lips move, he’s wild about it

Vincent Sinclair

Not necessarily a chaser but he adores your form

To him you are the work of Tiziano Vecelli

You are warm and all soft curves, the way your plush form interacts with the bed, with the linens

He draws and paints you regularly, he hangs them in his room, the basement, maybe even in the Museum

He watches, he gazes, at first he doesn’t touch. To him you look so soft and plush and strangely fragile that he could never, he’d ruin you

But when his fingers grace your skin he runs them over you like he’s sculpting you himself, like he’s memorizing every curve and angle, where your ribs curve into your hips, the way your stomach moves under his hand, the way your thighs curve into calf. Each of your fingers, your wrist, the curve of your upper arm and how it becomes bone at the shoulder, your neck, under your chin, your face

His fingers are so delicate as they dip over every curve, hill and valley, over your navel under your stomach, and of course between your thighs

Explores there for an eternity, picturing a thousand sunrises and sunsets as his fingers knead and rub at your inner thighs, pressing into the plush and soft flesh

His hands work over the curve of your ass, fingers dipping in to that crease where it meets your thigh

At points his fingers are so gentle it’s like he’s touching rice paper

He signs sweet things you, a bit hurriedly since he wants his hands on you. “Beautiful” “soft” “work of art” “adore” “mine” “love” nothing long enough to keep his hands away

Afab body mentions ahead

He can’t help but trace his way back up to your chest, his hands massaging the mounds of flesh there, fingers tweaking against your nipples, he’s likely enamored

But he just as quickly makes his way back down, running two fingers over your labia in long broad strokes, delicate and attentive

He’ll part his fingers to push down on either side of that bundle of nerves, tracing circles around it, your moans are like the swell of violin to him he barely dips his fingers inside, finding that spongy spot and pressing before he moves again

He has to feel you under him, all around him, throbbing on him as your thighs wrap his waist. He’s surprisingly rough now, pushing into you with resounding slaps, groping your sides a little less gently, the whole time his eyes bore down into you

He needs you on him just as much, no he doesn’t care if you think you’re heavy he’s placing you up on him himself, guiding your hips rhythmically, his hands tracing up as he gazes at you like you’re a marble statue

You’ll be wracked with orgasms, he needs to see, needs to feel just how your body moves and trembled as you finish, over and over again

Fluff continuation but about insecurities

He refuses to give you the opportunity to be insecure.

Or at least he tried to shut it down before it can happen

There’s so many paintings and sketches and even small carvings of you now, and he doesn’t think anyone should see you in any other way

If he finds you mentally picking yourself apart in the mirror he holds you, removing his mask to remind you that everyone is insecure sometimes as he signs sweet praises to you

If he sees you being insecure about food he’d sit with you through your meals, he wouldn’t look if you didn’t want him to

But he thinks you’re beautiful no matter what you’re doing and he’d let you know.

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years

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chapter twenty-nine: somewhere upstate

The next day, Sam knocked on Bill's door during her lunch break. She figured that it was best to merely get it all out of the way before she moved onto the real important work, like her homework for her general classes and the suggestion that she and Belinda needed to make for leather crafting. Meanwhile, Belinda herself had told her to meet up with her and Marla right around then: she hoped that this meeting would remain quick and concise lest she miss a lunch hour with her best girl friends.

“Come on in,” he called out from behind the panel; and she opened the door to find that he had not a single leaf of paper or a book to find be found anywhere on the surface of his desk. He did however signed onto something on the page before him on his lap. He then raised his head for a look over at her.

“Miss Shelley!” he declared at the sight of her, and he gestured to the chair before the desk. “Have a seat.”

She took her purse off of her shoulder and rested it on her lap once she had sank down in that wobbly chair. She shuffled her feet underneath her and she peered all around her: it had been only one of a handful of times that she had gone into his office. The other times she had gone into there for an appointment it was to sign up for classes or check up on her grant, and thus her heart pounded at the thought of something possibly serious happening there in the office.

“So what'd you want me to do for the senior project?” she began.

“Well, I figure that since—you're doing excellent in your classes,” he started, and he tucked the page away in his drawer in front of him, “that you could have a little sneak peek into it. I think it can genuinely get you ahead of the curve of everyone else.”

Sam shifted her weight in her seat. This had come onto her so fast that it almost felt like a betrayal of everything that she had worked for, and it also made her realize that school was about to end soon: another year and she would be out on her own as far as she knew, and she wondered what on earth she could do with an art degree besides working at a record label, where she kept her art closeted away from the world and those curious about it. But then again, Bill was her counselor: he helped out with signing up for new classes prior to the new quarter each and every time like clockwork: she never really put too much thought into it, either. Always a pop in and then she was out with a brand new schedule in a manner of five or ten minutes.

But perhaps he had some insight into it all at the end when the time came for her to walk across that stage.

“When do you think we can do it?” she asked him in a low voice.

“Well, I'm thinking that—since this is your junior year—” He pointed his finger down at the desk's surface, and she spotted a big fat golden ring on his pinky finger, something she had never seen before her in life. “—it won't be until next summer, the summer prior to your senior year. And I found out that it's next August.”

“Oh, wow. So plenty of time to figure it out.”

“Absolutely, absolutely. There's just one tiny little drawback, though.”

“What's that?”

Bill cleared his throat.

“I'm gonna need you to come with me out to California for it,” he said in a low voice, to which she frowned at that.

“With you?”

“Yes. Because I'm your counselor and also the driving force behind it.”

“And we have to actually go out to California, too?” she demanded, stunned. “Like—actually have to pick up everything and move to a new coast?”

“Yes. How long, I don't know. But it's part of the project, though.”

Sam let out a long low whistle. On one hand, it made sense to her. She had been wanting a change of pace and a break away from the tedium of going to school and checking in at work every other week. But then again, she had pitched a tent in New York City. This was her home, the place to call her own. To leave now would be insanity, and so soon after she had moved into the new apartment in Hell's Kitchen with Marla.

“Is—there a problem?” he gingerly asked her.

“Well—see, I just moved to a new place, not even a couple of months ago. I'm also just getting settled in, too. I would have to pick up again and take Marla with me.”

“Marla's got her own thing to deal with—this is between you and me, though. You are my star student and potentially a great artist who can be seen for centuries, Miss Shelley.” Sam squirmed in her seat when she thought about how closeted her art truly was in comparison to what Bill had seen in the past. As far as she knew, he only saw that one journal she had made in order to get into the school, thus it felt so sudden and so quick as well.

“Again, it's a ways off,” he continued, “but it's definitely something that I wish to do. With you. You have the Midas' touch, Miss Shelley. Whenever I speak with Miss Estes, she always praises you. And thus, I would love to work with you some day.”

She swallowed and nodded her head. At least she could trust the word of one of her long time teachers, and the one who organized the nude drawing of Cliff in the year before, too. But at the same time, something about the whole thing made her squirm in her seat. Maybe it was the lack of anything important on his desk or the huge ring on his finger never seen before, but something didn't feel right. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

“Tell you what,” he started again as he folded his hands over the overly clean surface of the desk, “I will sit in with you in one of your classes this semester—and I will make observations. And if you are fit enough for it, we can talk more about it. Because you don't look very comfortable right now, and I want you to be comfortable.”

She thought of all the things she had said to Joey before, all about him being comfortable. But at the same time once more, she had to trust him and take his word for it.

“When do you plan on doing that?” she asked him.

“What, sitting in?”

“Yeah.”

“I'm thinking closer to Halloween or somewhere around then. You know, so you're in the midst of it.”

“You're not gonna tell me what date, though, are you?”

“I want it to be a surprise,” he insisted, and that coaxed a chuckle out of her, albeit a nervous one; but he never changed his expression once for her. “But I will in fact do it, though.”

“Okay. So—I'll be on the lookout for you?”

“Now, now, you do that, you put yourself up for scrutiny and you hinder yourself all the while. I want to see you free flowing in your creativity. I want to see you in your element.”

She then sighed through her nose and relaxed her shoulders a bit, which she realized she had been hunching that whole time. She shifted her weight again, that time to relieve the pressure on her back.

“But I'll still be ready for you, though,” she insisted.

“Of course! I look forward to it, Miss Shelley.” He extended his hand for her and she took it for herself: his grip was rather lax, but not limp like a floating fish; thus it made her feel as though she was the one too strong. They stood their feet in unison and she turned a bit towards his desk: she spotted a framed photograph tucked away right behind him, one she had never seen before of two young girls, one with rich black hair and one with towheaded blonde hair.

“Never seen that picture before,” she pointed out, and he turned around to it.

“Oh, yeah! Those are my daughters—Matilda and Cassandra. Mattie and Cassie, if you will.”

She paused for a second.

“Wait, I didn't know you had kids,” she pointed out, to which he shrugged.

“They—kind of have a life of their own with their birth mother. I haven't been able to see them since they were born.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I just have this picture of them, but sometimes it's—a little hard to look at. So I always make sure to sit in front of it because—it can—it can hurt at times.”

She tilted her head to the side. Maybe she was wrong about him, especially if the despondent look upon his face was anything to go by.

“Where do they live?” she asked him.

“Out in California, believe it or not. Los Angeles area—and your neck of the woods believe it or not. Around Lake Elsinore.”

“Wow!” She raised her eyebrows at him. “Wouldn't it be something if you got to see them again, though? You know, during the project?”

“Yeah,” he softly said, and the look of despondency turned into one of thoughtfulness, “yeah, it definitely would be something.” He fell silent for a moment, and then he cleared his throat. “Well, I have a couple more people to talk to and a phone call I have to make.”

“Okay—I'm supposed to be meeting Marla and Belinda for lunch right now.”

“Say 'hi' to those two girls for me,” he called after her as she left the office.

She kept the whole thing in mind for the rest of the day, and in turn for the rest of the week until she remembered that she and Joey would have the weekend all to themselves. On that Friday afternoon, and when Marla still had one more class left to her helm, she took her seat on the couch right before the coffee table and in front of the usual spot Genie liked to lay on. She leaned back against the cushions and she wondered what exactly he had in mind for those next two days.

She gazed on at that vase on the table, the one that held those yellow tulips. To think that she and Belinda had crafted a series of tulips on Alex's new leather strap. It felt like something right out of a dream, or something that felt like a pure coincidence on Belinda's part. She probably didn't even mean to engrave tulips, however, it felt so obvious to Sam.

She lifted her attention to the shelf on the side of the room, where Marla had put the other square black and white box for the time being.

Inside of that box was that guitar strap that she and Belinda had made for him for his birthday. On the thirteenth, not the next Tuesday but the Tuesday after that, he would turn twenty seven, and the day after Columbus Day no less. Such a strange, faraway number to be, as if life was about to start and end at the same time, and following the date of the man who sailed the ocean blue and pitched a tent on the land of the Indians. The world of the Indians, left to their own whim against him.

She wondered if he would have the same reaction to the guitar strap as Alex did. There was so much she still hadn't figured out with Joey yet, and there behind him stood a whole other world, one that awaited her touch and her artistry. She could bring him to life through her own imagination, but then again, there had to be something more to him. She could guess all that she wanted with her own mind and by the stroke of her own pencil and her black inks.

There stood before her a real man with a full life story, almost twenty seven years worth of it, and she had merely uncovered a small sliver of it. He had a story to tell and one that she was willing to crawl upon for herself. One that she wanted to bring to life through her art.

Sam closed her eyes and thought of Joey himself. Those black curls as they swirled and waved behind his head like the tentacles of an octopus. His slender body wrapped in silken black leather and his large drummer hands tucked into those pockets against the cold bitter winds from the black waters of Lake Ontario. The man was art to her, art and a story that needed to be told to the rest of the world.

Sam was shaken out from her trance by a continuous knock on the door panel. She scrambled to her feet and she threw it open, and there before her stood Joey himself in those snug dark jeans and those black Chuck Taylors tied tight on his feet. His black curls were brushed right behind his head: they glistened under the soft hazy sunlight out there beyond the apartment building. She almost expected to find a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a corsage in lieu of that silver bracelet on his wrist.

“Hi,” she greeted him, and he leaned forward for the kiss on the side of her neck.

“Hi,” he returned the favor, complete with a warm welcoming smile on his face. His brown eyes shone with life and his dark skin was smooth and healthy.

“Oh, my god, you look excellent,” she remarked to him. “Like, healthy.”

“It's what I get for abstaining from the booze for the past few weeks,” he told her. “I'm not even gonna touch it again.”

“Good! That's excellent, Joey.” He then strode into the apartment and ran his fingers through his black curls. “Just realized this is only the second time I've come to your new place. I mention this 'cause it actually took me a little bit to figure out, but—”

“Here you are,” she declared as she gestured for him to have a seat on the couch next to her, and he did just that: he spread his legs a little bit to ease the tightness of his jeans on the upper part of his thighs.

“Now, mind you—this is the last weekend I'm gonna be able to spend time with you,” he told her. “On Sunday night, I gotta get on the next red eye and fly up to Oslo from Syracuse.”

“Oslo! For the European stint of the tour, I presume.”

“Yup, going all the way to Christmas and the girls—the Cherry Suicides—are gonna be with us, too. I guess Metallica is gonna be out there with us, too, at some point. Just not sure when. Charlie knows about it more than I do. And I will say this, though: I'm gonna spend my birthday in Germany, too.”

“Lucky you,” she remarked with a smirk on her face. “Would you like something to eat or drink before we go upstate?”

“Actually I was thinkin' of spending the night here tonight if you and Marla don't mind,” he confessed. “I was gonna tell ya at Alex's birthday party the other day but y'know—there was like no time to do it.”

“Right, right. Well, she's still at school but when she gets home, we can run it by her together.” She then cleared her throat. “Well, seeing as you're gonna be in a far away place for the next bunch of weeks, I might as well give you your birthday present.”

“Oh, boy!” he said with an excited clap of the hands. Sam then turned to the shelf, and took the box off of there, and handed it to him.

“Happy unbirthday,” she told him, and he couldn't resist the chuckle at that. Unlike Alex's neat unraveling, Joey peeled back the paper at the corner of the box like a banana peel and revealed the cardboard interior. Eager, he took off the lid and he raised his eyebrows at what was inside there.

“A belt?” he asked her.

“Guitar strap. When Bel and I were making the one for Alex, we made one for you right next to it.”

“Oh my god,” he breathed out as he lifted the strap right out from its hiding place and set the box off to the side, right on the cushion next to him. His brown eyes caressed over those colorful engravings like a young boy at Christmas.

“First thing I'm doin' when we go back to Camillus is putting this right onto my guitar,” he vowed to her. “This is just—this is beyond beautiful.”

Sam took two steps towards him with her arms wide open and he held her close right there.

She then held back for a better look back at him.

“By the way, I've been meaning to ask you this,” she started, and he gazed up at her with a look of interest on his face, “—why did you pick up a guitar from Dave, but not from Alex? As far as I know and as far as you know, Dave isn't the one who took lessons from Joe Satriani.” And at the drop of the hat, his expression hardened at the sound of Alex's name.

“'Cause Dave doesn't wave it in my face all the time,” he grumbled.

“What do you mean?” she asked with a shake of her head.

“You know, that time when Alex and I got in that scuffle? Like, right before that happened, literally every other word out of his mouth was 'Satriani this' and 'Satriani that' and it got on my nerves so fast.”

“Well, maybe he was just proud of it,” she pointed out. “Maybe he was trying to give himself credibility. I know I would've done the exact same.”

Joey rolled his eyes and shook his head at that. The wound was still very much raw with him, but she didn't want Joey to take her upstate and then have him leave for Europe on a sour note like what happened with Cliff.

Within time, Marla returned to the apartment with a mountain of homework on her end, which left Sam and Joey to their own devices for the night. She was overjoyed when he talked about spending the night with them before he took Sam back upstate with him for a day. She thought about his guitar back at his place, and also if there really was something more to him.

She gazed on at him from the side of the kitchen table as they ate their dinner, right at his side profile, and she thought of the drawing in her journal. More to that man than she had ever believed before. More to the world behind those deep brown irises: that venom originated from somewhere on the earth.

Genie slunk into the room with her tail erect straight from her body and she rubbed on Joey's legs. He reached down so as to stroke the top of her head and she squinted her golden eyes at the feeling of his fingers on her soft black fur. Sam took a glimpse up at the warm little smile on his face as Genie slunk around his ankles and bumped her head right under his knee: all the while, she gave him a loud, contented purr. So much more to this man than she had originally believed before.

After dinner, he helped her and Marla clear the table, and the latter went back into her room to prepare her essay for a class.

“It's only five hundred words, though,” she assured them.

“Five hundred words?” Joey echoed her as he refilled his glass of water from the pitcher in the fridge. “Wish I could write that much, to be perfectly honest.”

“Yeah, you can do it, Marla,” Sam encouraged her. Marla then showed her a smile and she doubled back into her bedroom: she left the door slightly ajar in any which case of them needing her for something, or if Genie wanted to join her in there. Meanwhile, Joey drank down his water in four large gulps and then he turned to Sam with a twinkle in his eye.

“Wanna get some ice cream?” he offered her in a low voice.

“Ice cream?” She gaped at him. “It's kinda late, though, don't ya think?”

“Not at all,” he replied, still with his voice low. “The first time Anthrax went overseas with Metallica and Metal Church we ate ice cream all the time. Well, Danny and I did. We'd go to some place in West Germany and just chow down on the lush ice cream they had there for us.”

“And it is Friday, too,” she pointed out.

“It is Friday, and I'm leaving Sunday night, too. Yeah, let's take a walk down the block. You and me.”

Sam was about to take her purse off of the hook when Joey stopped her right in her tracks.

“No, no—I'll pay this time.”

“Hey, you've actually got money now!” she proclaimed as she fixed her dark hair.

“Hell yeah, I do. It's only gonna get even better with time, too.” He gave her a wink and then he led her outside to the cool, overcast evening. A gentle breeze was blowing through the apartment complexes surrounding them there in Hell's Kitchen: indeed, up the block stood an ice cream parlor, still open just for them.

“You know those songs that Scott left behind for us?” he recalled over the noise of the street. “The ones Charlie shared with us during the auditions?”

“Oh, yeah. Vaguely.”

“During the birthday party, he told me to go ahead and put those down on the new album.”

“You guys are already working on a new album?” she asked him with a bit of glee.

“Yeah, we kinda haveta,” he replied as he moved closer to her on the sidewalk. “Right before Alex left to go upstate, Jon told us that Among the Living is going crazy on the charts right now. We're kinda superstars now, Sam.”

“Pretty soon, you'll do a collaboration with Madonna and Prince!” she joked, and he laughed at that.

“I dunno 'bout Madonna, but Prince would be rad as all hell, though.”

Soon, they reached the ice cream shop and he held the door for her. It was the first time Sam had gone into this place as well, and thus the smell of chocolate and fresh sprinkles welcomed her as if it welcome her home. Joey offered to buy the two of them two large cups of chocolate and vanilla ice cream: him with the rainbow jimmies on top, and her with the big fat chocolate caps.

“Some day we'll have all the ice cream at our every whim,” he promised her as he raised his cup to her, and she clinked the edge of hers against it for a toast. They both dug into their ice cream in unison. Rich and creamy and velvety against her tongue, and the chocolate was perfectly hand in hand with the vanilla and the chips on top.

“Not just all the ice cream in the world but the chocolate as well,” she told him as they stood outside on the sidewalk together. They proceeded to walk on back to the apartment; before they reached the corner, Joey cleared his throat.

“Can I ask you sump'n? Seeing as you're officially my girlfriend now.”

“Sure,” she replied, and then she took another bite. She also realized that, if the project Bill wanted her to do took place out in California, she would have to leave Joey behind, and the very thought of that made her heart sink a little bit. For all she knew, this may have been one of the last times she could walk with him to her apartment together, between his tour and her knee deep in schoolwork.

“Never mind, I'll tell ya later,” he quipped with a wave of his hand. He kept on eating his ice cream all the way until they reached the building a block away from the harbor. She unlocked the door for him and they made their way inside. At that point, it was nearly ten o'clock, but the look of fatigue on his face told Sam that he was ready for bed.

“I'll just crash on the couch,” he told her as he scraped the last bites of ice cream and rainbow sprinkle from the bottom of his cup.

“You sure? My bed's real comfy.” He snickered at that, but he was adamant about it. Once he finished his ice cream, he took his seat on the couch and untied his Chucks. Sam realized he was serious as she finished her ice cream soon enough. She fetched him a blanket and a pillow out from the hall closet, and he stretched out across the couch with his feet up to the opposite arm. She tucked the pillow beneath his head of black curls and he pulled the soft fleece blanket up to his chin.

“You comfy?” she asked him in a gentle voice.

“Yeah.” He snuggled down into the cushions and he showed her a warm little smile. “This is a comfy couch, Sam I am.”

“Zelda slept her when we were all over in England,” she told him. “When Marla, Bel, and I got home, she was out like a light.”

“Wow. Gonna look forward to seein' her again. Her and those three badass chicks.”

“Bring me home something, too, if you can,” she suggested him.

“No need to tell me,” he assured her. “I already have sump'n in mind for ya.” He flashed her another wink which he then followed with a little grin.

“Good night, Joey,” she told him.

“G'night, Sam,” he replied back. She stood to her feet and made her way over to the lamp. She knew Marla was still up but she needed to give Joey his darkness; thus she switched it off for him. Using the light from Marla's bedroom at the far end of the hall, she crept on back to her own room.

“Sam?” Joey started out of the blue.

“Hm?” She froze right in place.

“Can I ask you sump'n?”

“Sure.” She could make out the outline of the couch as well as the sides of his face and his black curls. “Seeing as you didn't on the walk home...” She knelt down before the couch, right in front of his face.

“How would you feel if I asked you for a kiss good night?” he asked her in a near whisper. “Y'know, seeing as Marla's not gonna bother us at all.”

“I'd love to give you a kiss good night,” she confessed, and without another moment's hesitation, she leaned into his face and pressed her lips onto those smooth dark ones. As smooth as silk, as decadent as the very chocolate she had eaten in the few moments prior to then, as cool and sweet as the very ice cream they had eaten up.

“Good night, Joey,” she told him right into his face.

“C'mon, gotta do better than that,” he insisted. She gave her hair a toss back and she leaned into his face once more, that time for a bigger heartier, longer kiss on the lips. She held there for a few seconds before she rested her hands on either side of his face: his skin was soft and healthy to the touch. He let out a soft groan from his throat at the feeling.

“Not with Marla in the next room,” she whispered to him.

“Damn it. Okay.”

She gave him another kiss before she ran her fingers through the black curls upon his head out of affection. She headed back to her room for the rest of the night: once she walked in through the door, the fatigue settled over her as well. It wasn't that late and yet she felt ready for bed herself.

She was quick to undress and change into her camisole and her pajama shorts, and then she strode across the hall in order to brush her teeth. Even with the tooth brush and the spearmint, she could still taste Joey on her lips. Even as she crawled into bed and switched off her light, she could still taste him there.

Sam lay her head down on the pillow and closed her eyes. The mysterious man in her dreams lay down next to her there in bed, with his head propped up in the palm of his hand and his eyes fixed on her. His body was a lot more shapely than she had originally imagined him to be, especially when held next to the darkness of her room.

“So much is happening right now,” he whispered to her.

“Too much is happening right now,” she confessed.

“It's alright, though—just don't erase me is all I ask of you.” She rolled her head over the surface of the pillow for a look into his eyes but he vanished into the thin air of sleep. She drifted into a dreamless realm and she awoke to the sound of Marla laughing at something in the next room.

Sam was quick to crawl out of bed, and she made her way into the living room to find Joey had fallen off of the couch and Genie lay down on the small of his back.

“Oh, dear,” Sam declared. Joey then lifted his head from the carpet and he stared up at her and Marla with the sleep still very much riddled in his eyes.

“I almost don't even wanna get up,” he admitted to them, but Marla stooped down and picked Genie off of him, and held her close to her chest. It was still early, given the gray light from the rising sun filtered through the filmy curtains on the far side of the room and Joey was still rather sleepy as he rolled over onto his back. But he glanced up at Sam with an eager expression on his face.

“Want me to get dressed?” she asked him, to which he quickly nodded his head.

“And would you like me to take my drawing stuff with me?” she offered him.

“Please!” he insisted with a gesture of his hand.

Within time, and after a cup of coffee all around and hugs from Marla, Sam had dressed and she and Joey headed out the door to his car parked down the block. The rain fell all around them as he led her to the passenger side.

“Don't ask me why but the lock on the driver's side started malfunctioning,” he told her as he unlocked the car. “I can only unlock it from the passenger's side.”

“Huh.” But Sam climbed into the seat and she shut the door behind her. He then climbed into the driver's seat and fired up the car.

Soon he found the way to the freeway out of New York City and onward to the upstate region. The clouds hung low over them with the impending autumnal darkness, but Sam was more than happy to be next to Joey once again. The skyline fell away from them within time and they were met with the open road and the vast stretches of multicolored forest. All manner of red and orange all around them: fall had made its way to the Northeast and in such colorful fashion to boot.

“One of these days,” he began as he took the turn off to Monticello, “and by one of these days, I mean when we get home from Europe—we're takin' you and the girls to go see Iron Maiden. Go see 'em for real.”

“Like actually genuinely for real?” she asked him, to which he nodded right at her for a few seconds.

“Hell yeah, gotta see the Maiden. I guess Zelda really wants to see 'em. I also got sump'n to show ya when we get to the house. You're gonna love it, too.”

The rain continued to fall all around them, even as the sun poked its head out from behind the vast stretch of cloud cover over them. Joey squinted his eyes against the bright glare against the soaked pavement before them.

“Hand me my sunglasses for me, please and thank you,” he told her. “They're in the glove box.”

She took those big mirrored sunglasses out of hiding for him, and he unfolded them with just two fingers before he slipped them on over his big brown eyes. He was silent the whole way up towards the halfway point of Binghamton, but Sam kept her eyes on those dark lips, especially since they were from the side at that point. She thought about the drawing in her journal, the same journal upon her lap as well as the one she handed in to Bill for a place into the school. Joey from the side, with that straight Roman nose and those soft little dark lips.

She still had yet to draw him out again for a stained glass drawing, and she hoped that she could do it for him by the time they reached his place in Camillus.

By the time they reached the heart of Binghamton and the stoplight at the center of it all, the rain stopped for a moment, but Sam knew more awaited them up ahead. But the sun poked out once again over them as if it welcomed them back home. Joey peered over his sunglasses to the meters behind the steering wheel. Sam peered out the window and she recognized that other head of soft black curls. She recognized that little plume of silver over the crown of his head, even from clear across the street and through the small rivers on the outside of the windows. That little plume stood up high and bright like a little bit of genuine silver in the crisp sunlight.

“Oh, hey, there's Alex,” she muttered: two older people stood before him. They looked to be in line for something. “Alex with his parents.”

“He's a freak,” Joey remarked without looking over to them.

“Who? Alex?”

“Yeah.”

“How so?”

“He's just a freak.”

“Joey,” Sam scoffed.

“What?” He frowned at her from behind the mirrored sunglasses. She stared on at her own reflection in those two lenses.

“He's a good boy and a nice kid,” she insisted. “Yeah, he's a little bit precocious but I can tell you that he's a good kid, though.”

Joey never said anything as he took his foot off of the brake, and they lunged forward along the main artery of the town. Soon, they returned to the highway and made their way forth towards Camillus. The clouds gathered over them and blanketed the sun once more: the rain returned with a vengeance. Joey flicked on the windshield wipers to full force so those little rivulets would stay at bay. Nothing like the monsoon flow out in the California desert, but still something strong enough for him to slow to a crawl at one point.

Sam recognized the Syracuse skyline up ahead, but Joey took another turn off to that little town in question.

“Jesus, this is a lot of rain,” he remarked as he bowed his head and kept his eye on the gages. “I don't think it's ever rained this much in one sitting before here.”

“Remember that one time I came up here?” Sam recalled. “Like last year or something? Same thing happened there.”

“That was a lot of rain in and of itself,” he said with a nod of his head. “But this is like twice that, though. Look at that! I can't hardly see the yellow line between us.”

“Wanna stop?” she suggested to him.

“Nah, I see the signs up ahead,” he assured her. “Thank you, though. If we were closer to Binghamton or even the City, I might'a pulled over.”

They almost crawled back to his apartment, which felt so alien and out of place against the sheer amount of rain all around them. Sam kept her head bowed and her journal tucked under her jacket as she and Joey scurried back to his place. He still had his sunglasses on as he took his keys out of his pocket.

“You got it?” she asked him over the roar of the rain.

“Oh, yeah.”

He almost fumbled the keys but he unlocked the front door. They almost stumbled into the front part of the warm, dry apartment. He was quick to take off his sunglasses and wipe his face with the palm of his hand. Sam shut the door behind her and shook her damp head about.

“Anyways, I gotta show this to ya,” he told her as he gestured over to the kitchen. There on the shiny clean linoleum floor in between the oven and the table there stood a little drum kit, complete with a series of cymbals and a small kick drum with a black head on the front side.

“Mr. Drummer!” she exclaimed, and without sparing another second, he rounded the side of the kit, and took to the stool, and picked up a pair of drum sticks. He had wedged it in such a tight space that she worried about him hitting his knee on the corner of something.

“Lemme show ya how we do things here in upstate,” he said in a loud voice, loud enough for her to hear over the roar of the rain. He clicked his drum sticks together and then made a drum roll for her on his snare first. Then he turned to his biggest splash cymbal. He proceeded on a quick drum line that almost sounded as though Charlie was drumming before her. Joey hardly moved his arms but his feet seemed to bounce on the kick drum.

“One of these days,” he shouted over his own racket, and he hit the splash cymbal once again. He let the reverb of it dissipate before he spoke again. “One of these days—I'm gonna sing while I drum.”

“Go for it, Joseph!” she shouted back to him and he laughed before he hit the cymbal once more. It was as if she had opened up something new with him. Something new and something that she needed to bring to life through art. The tight way in which he moved and the way it was so effortless with him left her in awe, and it left her fingers tingling, itching to draw something for him and only for him.

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bts astro soulmate reading | for vanessa

sign: taurus sun | leo moon | virgo rising

lover: min yoongi | soulmate: kim taehyung

Those born with their Sun in Taurus are known for their reliability and fortitude: they know the power of making a plan, staying the course and seeing it through to the end. People initially experience you as a thoughtful, diligent, and strong-willed individual who can be trusted to make key decisions not lose their cool under pressure, establishing you as a valuable figure both in the workplace and in positions of power but also in your personal relationships. Your Virgo rising, or how you present to others, only furthers your presence as a matter-of-fact, hard working person who values perfection and purposefulness in everything that you do no matter how seemingly small and unimportant. Beneath this stoic, occasionally cold exterior is fiery Leo Moon, which brims with a boundless energy that comprises your internal state of emotions and reactions. Leo is driven by ego and being seen, meaning you derive great value from being appreciated from all of your hard work, and you're not afraid to ask for it. When the elements come together, you are likely to experience profound clashes between your outgoing, showy and prideful Leo Moon and the patient, balanced nature of your Taurus Sun. Your specific placements make you one of the most opinionated and brazen signs in the zodiac, meaning you are highly respected but not always liked. Let's face it: not everyone is ready for your level of honesty! And while this can sometimes leave you feeling misunderstood (Leo loves to be loved), the strength of your Taurus Sun affords you heightened sense of self and the world around you alongside a keen understanding that not everyone is for you. Once the bruises on your ego have healed, you're more than happy to pour your signature loyalty, compassion and dedication into the many people that do adore you, creating lifelong relationships that are of the most importance to you.

A Moon in Leo means you have a deep confidence gained from your vast life experience, and your Taurus Sun knows how to use this knowledge to move you forward towards your best self. This inner security allows you to speak candidly, something that others deeply admire about you and undoubtedly has contributed to your success in career and relationships. In being able to very frankly admit to your strengths and weaknesses, you are able to advance ahead of others who are still unsure of their place in the universe and focus on achieving the greatness you know you are capable of reaching, going for nothing less than perfection. It is no surprise that you are selective with your relationships, naturally gravitating towards people who match you level of intellectualism and curiosity. It is Min Yoongi, the sensitive, creative Pisces, that strikes your interest at a large dinner party hosted by a shared acquaintance within your high-rolling social circle from various industries. Preferring to lay back on the sidelines, Yoongi takes in the room, his eyes becoming fixate on you as you light up the room with your Leo fire while deeply immersed in raucous conversation about current events. A Virgo Moon, Yoongi immediately connects with your very logical and perceptive mind, but his lively Aries Venus is both amused and turned on by the evident passion underlying your words as you so expertly articulate your point of view. It is towards the end of the night after countless passing stares when Yoongi finally approaches you, the low, seductive hum of his voice sending you into a daze as his dark eyes pierce into you. It's not everyday you hear people speak their mind in this way - your authenticity is refreshing. I'd love to hear more of your thoughts. Sit with me? This combination of praise and immediate appreciation for your inner self is almost foreplay in and of itself, which only intensifies with the natural flow of the conversation that follows. Not one to waste time, you tell Yoongi to call you when he's free to meet again while he's in town, and it's through the long, winding exchanges in the days and weeks that follow which sets this love affair into motion.

Pisces and Taurus are two signs that connect on a highly emotional level, falling for each other's minds before even thinking of moving to the physical. Underneath your strong, Virgo exterior lies a highly empathetic, good-hearted soul that senses a similar kindness in Yoongi - a quality that you sometimes overlook Though softs spoken at first, you enjoy seeing him open up about his passion for music and artistic pursuits which are much different from your own career path. While you don't enjoy too much leisure in your daily life (there's so much to do!) you find yourself spending hours in bed with Yoongi with whom time simply stands still. His innate passion extends into sex, which you two take your time getting to but inevitably erupts in something very intense and romantic. You are both extremely sensual signs representing the art of pleasure, and nowhere does it become clearer than when Yoongi's lips are on yours, devouring every inch of you while one hand rests behind your neck and the other is free to explore the rest of your body. He is soft but commanding in his presence, his eyes laser-focused on yours as his fingers slide your panties to the side to enter your core, expertly curving inside you and driving a loud moan from your lips. Yoongi is the type to make you fall in love with his sensitivity but also his genuine care for your orgasm, his movements sending shivers throughout your spine as he draws you closer and closer to your edge and stopping only when you are trembling and thrusting against his fingers to ride out your high. A Pisces gets lost in your pleasure, wanting to satisfy you to the fullest extent. You're so fucking beautiful, I can't wait to taste you.

Though highly compatible in bed, this is not a forever duo due to the conflicting nature of your placements. The classic Taurus/Pisces dilemma lies their innately different expectations and life values: while you are both money-motivated, you work in entirely different ways to achieve your goals. You deeply crave the stability that comes with financial independence, while Yoongi's Pisces, makes him much more interested in the freedom that wealth offers. He is the free-flowing fish, who often spends a great deal of time alone inside his fantasy world where he is able to bring his artistic visions to life, neglecting you in the process. You prefer to live with two feet firmly on the ground, and while his Virgo Moon makes him driven, he does not match your level of intensity in this way. His laid-back demeanor, while initially endearing to you, over time this becomes frustrating as it does not align with your need to be doted on and truly adored on a daily basis. It soon becomes clear that your visions of the future are not in sync, and it is the decisive Taurus that ultimately cuts ties in pursuits of someone that is a better fit.

However hurt you are when one relationship prospect ends, your pride does not let you stay down for long - after all, you are all about improving and moving forward. Your sign is likely to immerse themselves in work projects or helping friends and family when they need a distraction and something to get lost in. A Virgo rising has an innate love of learning that knows no limit, and you are likely to enjoy travel that involves a historical/educational component. It is while on a solo adventure through Rome that you meet a fellow wanderer - his dark brown, curly hair falling across his face as his eyes come to meet yours, revealing perhaps the most gorgeous face you've ever seen. I'm Taehyung, pleasure to meet you.

You are dual in nature, and you need someone to appreciate that in full - quirks and all. Enter Kim Taehyung, the enigmatic Capricorn whose varied emotional complexity matches your own and effortlessly clicks. Immediately you come to admire each others shared levels of honesty and ambition, traits you explore over walks through the city streets and subsequently over long-distance phone calls once you return home. From the start these two earth signs are like magnets to each other, and the chemistry's pull is undeniable. Your impatient Leo spirit has likely landed you in trouble by rushing into things romantically, and the Capricorn man is more than happy to take things move at your pace - in fact, he enjoys nothing more than a slow build. While hours-long conversations floating from topic to topic may be a waste of time, with Taehyung it is easy to get lost in the sultriness of his voice, but also the way he romantically views the world around him - the charm emanating from his Aries Moon is infectious and speaks to your soul that also wants to achieve but cares deeply about people. He is also exceptionally lighthearted, knowing exactly when to shift from the pragmatic, hard-working idol to laid-back and silly friend that just wants to make you laugh with a random meme or nonsensical text. Traditional at heart, you're more than happy to be wooed, allowing Tae someone to plan a date and show you an excellent time by curating according to your fine tastes. A Leo Moon knows the value of themselves and their company so doesn't settle for anything half-assed, your Virgo rising makes you prone to criticism, while your Taurus means you are particularly averse to anything that is careless or superficial. You prefer grand gestures to be thoughtful in nature, and you are pleasantly surprised makes you feel appreciated from afar, repeatedly surprising you with gifts delivered that perfectly match your style. Thought this would suit you nicely. Show me on video, I can't wait to see you in it... By the time you are back together in person, it's almost as if reuniting with a long lost friend who you also can't wait to ride.

After several weeks of foreplay over the phone, you two waste no time when you find yourself standing at the entryway of his hotel suite. The intuitive Capricorn male can easily recognize a bit of a praise kink within you, one that his very task-oriented side is happy to experiment with and execute in in the bedroom. His Aquarius in Venus is creative and loves to play, excited to explore dominant/submissive behavior you've expressed interest in and very much wanting to be the one that allows you to relinquish the control you have on all areas of your life. It is truly unnerving how dual he is in nature, his eyes darkening to expose his dominant side that senses your anticipation at the appearance of a small toy, the tension steadily building between your thighs as you imagine how it will feel against you. A true tease, Tae lights you on fire with ease as he moves to close the gap between your bodies, his fingers gently tracing your jaw and neck as his lips graze your trembling lips. Patience, my love. It's going to be a long evening. Tae's Capricorn/Aquarius combo alongside your Taurus/Leo means that there is an unpredictability in the dynamic, resulting in many sexual possibilities. You're both more than capable of switching roles, your Taurus takes the lead as Taehyung stares up at you in awe, his lips falling apart as you press your breasts against his strong chest. You enjoy coaxing praises from his lips as you straddle him, grinding down onto his length slowly as a desperate moan escapes his lips and he bucks his hips, aching to fill you up. You've teased me all this time, let's see how you like being toyed with. There is something so deeply satisfying about his deep voice groaning and telling you how perfect you are as you bounce on his cock, stopping strategically to to edge him and hear him beg with those beautiful lips of his. This is a pairing that is as good at long-drawn out passionate sessions as they are with to-the-point quickies, learning with ease how to make the other come undone in a matter of minutes. It is not unusual for a 20 min break in the day to turn into you and Tae on the couch, your leg over his shoulder with his finger rubbing your clit as his strokes feverishly into you and smiling as he sets a new record. While sex between these two can be extremely gentle, especially after days apart, there is a natural bit of a competition here: who can make the other come the hardest? Either way, you both win.

Together, a Capricorn and Taurus build a life of comfort, stability, and trust that could only be created by two earth signs. Above all else, you need the emotional stability that comes from being with a like-minded soul who is as strong, independent and decisive as you are - someone who will let you shine brightly while confidently pursuing their own goals. But at the end of a long day, your partner also needs to be able to consistently shower you with the love and affection you crave - almost as if it were their second job. While you certainly get off on being admired by many, at a deep level you truly desire one lifelong love who only has eyes for you. You find this in Capricorn Tae, a highly disciplined, hardworking spirit who also enjoys surprising you with his quirky, unconventional nature that brings out your inner child and proves to be a life partner in all ways. With a shared love for learning and individual perfectionism, this is a duo that will likely achieve greatness in very different fields but find a way to make them mesh well - Taehyung in music and art and you in whatever path you choose - while providing a level of understanding to each other that few others can. This combination enjoys a very stable and established home base in each others hearts given a high importance placed on wealth and comfort, but not extravagance or over-indulgence. This is a pairing that likely has an apartment in the heart of the city for business matters, but prefers the coziness of their primary residence outside of the city. It is in this home that you are able to fully decompress from a day of leading and producing to simply be your unique selves, the space serving as a sanctuary for you to get lost in pure domestic bliss. Possessing a complimentary balance of temperaments and desires, Capricorn and Taurus is a match for the ages, one that is long-lasting and rooted in family, loyalty and prosperity.

#taurus #leo #virgo #pisces #bts astrology #bts horoscope #kim taehyung #min yoongi #astrology #horoscope #bangtan astrology

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Princess Slaughter Shy 2 (Page 1)

An original My Little Pony Creepypasta by Zaine McCartney

Blood dripped off the glass sword and splashed on the ground leaving behind a crimson drop trail leading all the way down Luna’s hallway, down the stairs, and into the main hall. The first guard Fluttershy encountered on the main level was the guard she shoved her sword to. It nicked his neck but that’s all it did, thankfully. Fluttershy slowed her steps and kept her eyes closed as she walked past him. “Wash this until it shines then return it to my quarters.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He replied sounding a bit nervous.

This detected nervousness irritated Fluttershy and made her stop dead in her tracks. She turned around and stared directly at him with fury in her eyes. “I’d appreciate it if you guards would stop acting like pussies and grow a set! You will treat me with the same praise and confidence you did with the other four bastard princesses.”

“Ss…” His voice cracked which made him clear his throat and adjust his posture and brought on a look of confidence. “Sorry.”

She whirled back around and started back down the hall only to be stopped by yet another guard. “Your highness! Please, wait up!” He sounded more calm and collected than the previous guard which impressed her tremendously.

“What?” She turned to face him as he came up on her.

“It is crucial we discuss the laws of the land.” He told her as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Laws of the land?” She echoed in question.

“Yeah, you know, changing day to night and visa versa. Luna and Celestia were usually the ones who did that and without them the day cannot come nor end.” He exclaimed in a dark tone of voice.

She began to walk ahead, “come with me.” He walked behind her. She lead him to the mouth of the castle that opened up to the outside, the warm orange colors washing over her body like gentle waves, the cool evening breeze rustling up her mane. She took in a deep breath and released it with a smile and looked to the orange sky. “Look at how beautiful this scenery is. Why would I want to ruin it with a bright blue sky or even a dark black sky full of blinding lights? Sunsets are perfect. They’re a mix of so many warm vibrant colors that paint the sky in ways only artists wish they could capture. Where not even the most professional photographers can capture their true beauty. What more to praise that beauty then let it stay present forever? Plus it’s the perfect temperature as well. It’s not too hot or too cold. There’s no sun to blind you yet it’s not too dark to where you can’t see.”

He nodded slowly as he tried to understand her view on the matter. “It is nice. But, your highness, we need the day and night to tell us when to wake or when to sleep. When to get off work or scho-“

She shook her head. “We don’t need a day cycle to tell us that, that’s what clocks are for. They always tell us what time it is and whether it’s am or pm.” She explained with a soft tone almost unnatural for her new personality. “Think about it, do we REALLY need the days to change?”

“When you put it like that it does seem a lot more peaceful to have things just like this.” He gave a genuine smile and took in all the beauty of the sunset for what it truly was. Magic.

She beamed with pride and opened her wings up a bit to let the wind brush through their feathers. “So, is that all you needed to discuss?”

“Ah, no.” He used his magic to pull a scroll from his saddlebag and read it. “There’s a scheduled execution at the prison in the Crystal Empire and they need a Royal to give them the command.” He paused as a couple crime-scene clean up crewmembers walked past carrying buckets of blood and internal organs. There was still heavy cleanup happening in Luna’s room where Sunset Shimmer had a… misfortunate accident. The guard had to fight back a strong urge gag as he read off the rest of the letter. “A-And since there’s currently only one Royal in Equestria that means it’s only up to you to be there. But they will understand if you decline the offer they’ll just keep the prisoner in lock up until you do decide to attend. They’d be honored to have you, though.”

“Who exactly is it being executed?” She asked.

“That would be a miss Pinkie Pie. Her crimes were that of poisoning the late Princess Mi Amore Cadneza to death with cupcakes laced with rat poison.”

A wide grin spread from ear to ear on her ash-yellow face and a delighted giggle began to bellow out of her. “I would be the one honored to attend. And if I may, could I be the one to deal out the execution personally?”

“You are the law of Equestria. You can do whatever you wish, I’m sure they won’t mind.”

“Excellent. Let’s go.”

“Now?”

“Yes now. Why? Is there a problem?”

“Err, no?” He looked to the side and whistled for the chariot drivers. They came over immediately chariot in tow and helped Fluttershy onto it. Then they set off for the Crystal Empire’s prison that held the pony she once called her “friend”.

Their physical appearances changed almost instantaneously when they entered the boarder into the Crystal Empire. Their once normal bodies shimmering like literal diamonds, crystals, and every other rare gem you could possibly imagine. Even without the Crystal Princess the citizens and landscape and infrastructure were still crystalized, but that was probably more of the legendary Crystal Heart’s doing. As long as it still spins the city doesn’t need its Princess. The prison wasn’t as fancy in design as the rest of the scenery. It looked nearly identical to the Ponyville prison except the walls were made of dull black crystal that was cold to the touch. The prison itself was fairly small only being able to hold about seven inmates. Luckily Pinkie Pie was the only criminal this city had to worry about being locked in here, all the other cells were completely empty. The bars on the cells were made out of normal iron just painted black. Fluttershy, who was accompanied by two Crystal Empire guards, came up to Pinkie’s cell. The only source of light the prison had were that of what the sun provided through the barred windows each cell had. The one parallel to Pinkie’s cell shone in on her only illumination a small fraction of her body. She was pressed up against the wall facing away from the bars and weeping silently to her self.

“Pinkie Pie.” Fluttershy’s voice carried in a cold singsong tone.

Upon hearing the all too familiar voice Pinkie looked back at her in shock and a hint of terror. “F-Fluttershy?” Her voice was horridly shaky.

“That’s Princess Slaughter Shy to you now.” She sternly corrected.

“Oh y-yes, my mistake… Please forgive me.” Pinkie apologized sounding even more terrified. She had quickly gotten up and rushed over to the bars where she made a pathetic attempt to bow in respect of the Princess before her. “Why…why are you here?” She asked upon getting back up.

“A little birdie told me that today is your execution day. I wanted to see you before you died.” She gave a fake sympathetic smile that was turned into a fit of maniacle laughter. Enlightened tears brimmed her turquoise eyes that she proceeded to wipe away with her hoof. “Who am I kidding? No, I wanted to be the one who personally brought forth your execution.” Her face pushed right up against the bars while her mouth curved an evil smirk, “and you’re going to love what I have planned for you.” Her last sentence was like a slap in the face to Pinkie for it was a quote she used to use for ponies she threw parties for.

More tears full of disbelief trickled down Pinkie’s still damp cheeks. “But… I didn’t DO anything!” She protested in a panic, her heart was beating right out of her chest you could even hear it.

“You didn’t?” Fluttershy asked in a sarcastic tone. “But aren’t you the one who poisoned Princess Cadence? Weren’t you the one who sent her the box with those unfortunate pastires? Your name was on it how could it not of been you?”

“I was framed!” She was becoming a bit furious and shot a surprise hateful glare at Fluttershy. “I was framed by you. Everypony knows it was you who killed them all, even a moron could’ve figured you also did in Cadence. How is any of this fair? How is it the innocent get executed when everyone knows they’re innocent yet they still choose to believe a psychopath like you?!” She began to heavy breathe after she finished her rant.

Fluttershy just gave a light chuckle and pulled her face away from the bars. “Because I’m the self proclaimed Princess of Equestria now, and what I say goes. But I do want to commend you for being a lot smarter than you lead on to be, I’m very impressed. I admit one hundred percent I am responsible for every death brought on to the former Princesses, plus a few unfortunate citizens here and there, but get real. What can anypony really do about it now? Everyone knows that if they dare try to come at me they aren’t going to win, they will lose with the most grave of consequences.” She looked back at the two guards with a crazed smile, which made them cower down a little bit. “I’m the law now and I cannot be punished for any crimes I have or will commit.” She looked back to Pinkie, “and my law says YOU will be executed today via gilohtene.

Pinkie placed her hooves to her throat, the color completely drained from her body, her once poofy dark pink mane deflating and becoming straight and flat. This is something that’s a common occurance when she becomes completely and totally downhearted.

The two male guards exchanged concerned looks at one another. “She confessed to killing the Crystal Princess. Shouldn’t we involve Shining Armor in this? I’m sure he could do something about this-“ He cut his self off when he noticed the multicolored Alicorn giving him a sinister glare knowing immediatlely she’d heard him. He gulped and looked down timidly.

“It’d be wise of you not to invite your precious Shining Armor to this party.” She warned with a hiss in her voice. “You’re luck I don’t fucking kill you right here and now for that tongue of treason you own. In fact, schedule a former meeting with me and your former Prince after the execution. I need to speak with him about this land.”

The guard gave a modest nod. “Yes, ma’am.” Then sped off out of the prison.

She glared hard at the other guard before speaking. “Hurry and prep her and the giohtene for the execution. I want to get this done and over with as soon as possible. Come find me in the town square where I’ll be inviting all the town’s folk to bare witness to the execution.”

He gave a firm nod and went to get things ready. Fluttershy gave Pinkie one last malicious grin and batted her pink dyed eyelids at her. “Better gussy yourself up, you’ll want to look your best for Death.” She cackled and skipped on out of the prison humming the tune of Children of the Night. Pinkie’s legs wobbled and she lost her balance, falling to the ground in loud weeps.

The multicolored Alicorn guided herself through the empty crystal city and stopped when she found the main television/radio broadcasting building. “Perfect.” She chimed to herself and walked inside. She was instantly greeted by a pink mare with ruby-red hair and a tail to match, her eyes were a shimmering two toned red and gold reminding her of Apple Bloom’s eyes. Her cutie mark was an elegant lilac flower made up entirely of stained glass.

The mare bowed before her once she made it to her with a bright smile on her face. “Your highness, it is such an honor to have your presence in our office! How ever may I help you?”

“Is there any way I could possibly override all broadcasting stations, both televised and radio? I want to get an emergency message out to everypony in this city.” Said Fluttershy.

“Of course.” She lead her to a recording booth and motioned her over to the camera. She grabbed a headset with a microphone attached to it and adjusted it onto Fluttershy’s head. “There. Now, just wait until the little red light on the camera flicks on then start talking.” Her enthusiasm was very contagious it even made Fluttershy give an unscripted smile.

Fluttershy nodded and watched for the red light, a fierce sense of pride in her stance. “Good ever lasting evening, my subjects.” She began once the light turned on. “Your beloved Princess has taken the time out of her busy schedule to visit your lovely city and be the one to personally draw out the execution of the bastard pony that brought the destruction of you beloved Princess Mi Amore Cadenza. And with a heavy heart I will be sure to bring justice to you all and the widowed Prince, Shining Armor. I cannot wait to see you all there in exactly half an hour. Keep in mind the invitation is not optional.” Her last sentence lingered like a horrid smell as the camera and microphone switched off.

The pink earth pony trotted into the booth with the still same gitty smile she bore when they first met. “That was perfect, you’re a natural for the camera.”

“Thanks.” She replied awkwardly. She looked around the room trying to figure out what else to say or do.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?”

She tilted her head to one side and looked into her eyes. “What is your name?”

“Lilac Luster.”

“That’s a very pretty name.”

“Thanks.” She beamed when hearing the compliment.

Fluttershy exited the room abruptly leaving Lilac feeling a bit confused and unsure of what to do next. She trailed a few steps behind the Princess just watching and waiting for another cue to help her. She stopped completely when Fluttershy exited the building without a single word. She stared at the door and waved an awkward goodbye to no one and quickly went back to managing different stations.

Fluttershy walked silently through the vacant streets. She looked back and forth trying to peak into homes to see if anypony was even in them, but all the drapes were drawn closed making it next to impossible to see in. A sudden cold wind blew over her body making the fur on the back of her neck stand on edge. She stopped and looked around feeling panic overwhelm her heart. Her eyes zipped back and forth so fast it actually made it so she couldn’t see straight anymore. She shook her head to try and compose herself and when her vision finally came back into focus she let out a sudden shriek when her pink hair tapped her nose. Her cheeks lit up with embarrassment and she gave a little giggle. “Relax, Princess. Why are you getting so worked up? There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Just keep telling yourself that.” Said the familiar voice of a mare from behind.

Fluttershy whirled around with the look of complete horror on her face. She even let out a second more shrilled scream. Princess Entity was only two feet in front of her. “Wh-What are you doing here?” She was actually nervous about the Princess of Death’s presence. “No one has died.”

“Not yet. I thought I’d come early for the execution. Though it’s a death that shouldn’t be happening.” She had a look of disgust towards her.

Fluttershy’s face morphed into mockery at the Death Princess. “And what are you going to do about it? I’m the law of the land and what I say goes. And last I checked it’s against your nature to meddle in the affairs of the living.”

“You’re right, I can’t. And I wasn’t planning on doing anything, anyway. The only thing I can do is give my input on the subject at hand but knowing you you aren’t going to listen to any of it, so I’m not going to bother wasting my breath.” She walked a ways past Fluttershy.

“It must be frustrating, knowing you could do so much more if you weren’t cursed by Celestia and Luna. To know you could do so much to stop my tyranny if you were fully mortal. It’s ultimately their fault you have this “curse” being the Princess of Death. You’re nothing but a laughable excuse of a Royal. So were your adopted mothers.”

Entity stopped, her horn lighting up with red electricity, her body was trembling and a low growl was emanating from her vocals. She let out a frustrated scream and hurled a large electrical orb at the other Princess.

The orb startled Fluttershy and had her wrapping her wings around her body in an attempt to shield her from the blast that never came. The orb passed right through her and blinked out like a dying star. She unraveled her wings and blinked twice slowly understanding what just happened and then burst into a fit of laughter. “You couldn’t kill me no matter how bad you want to! It’s your curse, you cannot meddle in the affair of the living, in my affairs with death and destruction.”

A few tears rolled down Entity’s cheeks as she recollected herself and walked away. “Forgive me… my mothers…” she muttered to herself.

“Bunch of pathetic Princesses.” Fluttershy continued to giggle all the way down to town-square. She looked on in awe at the shimmering crystal gilotene. Her hooves carried her swiftly over to it and she circled around it multiple times getting a good look at every inch of it. The frame was carved from diamond encrusted black cobblestone with a rainbow-tinted blade poised at the top of the frame. The rope that held the blade in place was white with tiny rainbow gems woven in the strands. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” She commented.

“I’m glad you like it, Princess.” Said a dark yellow and white guard she met at the prison earlier.

She turned to him. “Where’s the convict?”

He pointed over to a prison chariot that rolled up to the square. He and the other guard she’d met earlier in the prison as well opened the door to the cage and led Pinkie Pie over and prepped her on the gilotene. She cried out in protest and tried to in desperation to break free of the restraining leather cuffs being placed around her hooves and hooking them up beneath the bascule.

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Give Cher A Minute To Apply Her Eyelashes And She’ll Talk About Anything

“Just a momentary delay while she puts on her eyelashes. Even though it’s a phone interview, she wants to look good for you. She’ll be perfect in a couple of minutes. Hold on.”

That’s Cher’s veteran publicist, Liz Rosenberg, speaking. It’s a Thursday afternoon in Los Angeles, and Cher is winding down a press tour that began with July’s “Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again” and will conclude only once “Dancing Queen,” her collection of ABBA covers, arrives Sept. 28. Except by then, Cher will have embarked on an actual tour, playing 13 gigs in Australia and New Zealand and then returning to Las Vegas for another nine. (She’ll perform the show across North America in early 2019.)

It was, to say the least, an eventful summer for Cher, who hadn’t made a live-action movie since 2010’s “Burlesque” and hadn’t released an album since 2013’s “Closer to the Truth.” Once her eyelashes were applied, I talked to the 72-year-old luminary about this ongoing whirlwind, including her history with ABBA, her feelings on today’s pop music, the potential for Donald Trump’s impeachment, her relationship with Madonna, her batty Twitter account, and what she still has in store for us.

You’ve had quite the summer. How are you feeling at this point?

I’m tired! I’m absolutely tired, but I still have a little bit left in me.

Are you getting enough sleep?

Well, I guess. That’s a question my mom would ask me. Not necessarily, but I’m almost getting enough sleep.

Almost will work. When did it first dawn on you to do an entire album of ABBA covers?

Do you know, I don’t really remember. I could say I do, but I don’t. [Addressing her longtime assistant:] Jen, when do you remember me having the idea to do this? Like, what did I say? Because I don’t remember. [They converse inaudibly.]

OK, yeah, I remember saying it. I was walking around in my bedroom and I said, “You know, Jen, it might be fun if I did a whole bunch of ABBA songs.” And that’s how it started. I’d done “Fernando” already and I’d done the movie and I did “Super Trooper.” And then I don’t know why I said it, to tell you the truth. You don’t just go, “Oh, Cher, ABBA — that will work.”

Had you been thinking of doing an album of original music?

No, I’d actually been thinking of doing an album I’d been thinking about for a million years, but I wasn’t even thinking hard about that because I was busy and wasn’t really thinking about music that much. I’ve been working on a lot. The ABBA thing just kind of came out of the air.

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Cher, in a promotional image for “Dancing Queen.”

What was the album you’d been thinking about for a million years?

Well, I’m not going to tell you, am I?

But it’s something other than a regular Cher album of new songs?

Yeah. Yes, it is. Something completely different.

Interesting. So what is your earliest memory of ABBA? Surely you crossed paths with them in the ’70s or ’80s, yes?

No! Except I did a really weird thing. I appeared in a video that they did. But I don’t think I saw them. I was just behind a blue screen, and they then cut to me dancing to their music. It was great. That video was with the little puppets, and I loved that one.

How’d you wind up in the video?

I have no idea, OK? When you’ve had a career this long, you don’t remember certain things because there’s too many things to remember. Why I ended up with ABBA, I don’t even know. I just think, “How did that ever happen? Who asked me to do that?” And then the first time I really loved them, I remember “Waterloo,” “Mamma Mia” and “Dancing Queen.” That was my first realization of ABBA. But then I saw “Muriel’s Wedding.”

Oh, that’s right. Toni Collette does “Waterloo” in it.

Right, and somehow that just kind of got me. And then I went to the musical three times because it was so much fun. But I never anticipated actually being in a “Mamma Mia” movie, and I never thought about singing “Fernando” or any other ABBA song.

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Cher in “Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again.”

What makes you more nervous: putting out an album of original stuff, or putting out an album that covers a very famous band?

Well, I’ve never put out covers of a famous band. Look, who knows what’s going to happen? You have to let it go. You have to do it and then let it go. You’re happy if it’s successful, and you’re sad if it’s not, and then you just have to keep going.

How many songs did you consider that didn’t make the cut?

About three, but I’m sorry that I didn’t do them because people also told me not to do “Mamma Mia” and “Waterloo,” but I’m so glad I did them. One was “I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do” and another was “The Day Before You Came.”

Why do you think people were telling you not to do “Waterloo” and “Mamma Mia”?

Because it was so associated, and they felt that because of the play and the movie, those were the songs that everybody just associated with ABBA, so don’t do it. But I did it anyway.

If you could select any artist to make an album of Cher covers, who would it be?

I wouldn’t do an album of Cher covers.

No. I mean, I wouldn’t want anybody to do an album of Cher covers, OK? I just think there’s other things that people can do with their time.

OK. If you had to pick an artist other than ABBA to record an album of covers yourself, who would it be?

Oh, interesting. Why Pink?

Because I love her as a writer. I just think she’s amazing.

I love that answer. I expected you to say someone a little more vintage, but you picked a younger contemporary of yours.

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Cher on her Dressed to Kill tour in April 2014.

Do you like the pop music that’s being made right now?

Well, you know, I like some of it. I like some music. I like some artists. Look, you can’t not like Adele or Bruno Mars or Rihanna. There are so, so many, and it’s hard to think of all of them because, first of all, there are more artists now that ever before. I love Christina Aguilera, too. But also you love certain songs. You just go, “Oh, my God, that’s a great song.” And you might not listen to the whole CD or whatever, but you get attached to a certain song.

Of course. Do you have one in particular right now that you’re into?

Well, not off the top of my head. That’s always hard, like when someone says, “What’s your favorite movie?” or “What’s your favorite song?” And you can’t think of it.

Would you consider performing a mashup of “Hung Up” and “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” with Madonna, who sampled that ABBA song?

I don’t know. Because we don’t really — I don’t know. I admire her, but we’re just not the same kind of girl.

Have you always felt that way?

No. I mean, there was a time when I thought it really might be fun, but our careers are so different. I always thought that Madonna’s gift was being so ahead of the curve. I mean, it was like she had her head to the ground and she felt things coming and saw things coming, and she brought things. She was just the person that was riding on top of the wave, and that’s what I think her biggest gift is.

Do you not see yourself in the same light? You’re the person who popularized autotune.

No, but it’s a different thing. Madonna just had a gift for doing it constantly.

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Madonna and Cher at the Women’s March on Washington in January 2017.

What do you think of the pervasive use of autotune in pop music, having been the person who brought it to the mainstream?

I think it was Kanye who ― [addressing her assistant:] Jen, was it Kanye who talked about autotune? Yes. Kanye said, “Thank you for giving everybody more careers.”

Do you see that as a good thing?

Yeah! I mean, why not? Look, it was a fluke. We did it out of desperation.

What do you mean by desperation?

Because when I was singing “Believe,” there was this one part and I couldn’t get it. My producer [Mark Taylor] kept saying, “Do it better, do it better, do it better.” And finally I said, “If you want it done better, get somebody else,” and I walked out of the studio. And then I saw this boy on this English breakfast show. His name was Roachford, and he was singing to a vocoder. So I called Mark and said, “What about a vocoder?” He said, “No, it’s too late for that, but I’ve been playing with a pitch machine, and I think I’ve found something really interesting. Come to the studio later.” And I did, and he played it, and we just jumped up and high-fived another and said, “My god, this is it. This is perfect.”

That’s amazing. You’ve gotten so much wonderful praise and attention for “Mamma Mia.” Does it give you the bug to want to make more movies?

You know, I don’t know, to tell you the truth. It was so unexpected. I was not planning to be in “Mamma Mia 2.” My old agent, who’s my friend and who is now the head of Universal, just called me up and said, “Cher, this is good for your career. You’re going to do ‘Mamma Mia,’” and then he hung up. I wouldn’t have taken it from another person in the world, telling me what to do, but from him, I thought, “Yeah, I guess I’m doing it.”

And then I went over, and I was very nervous because this group was a group that had been together for a long time. I was actually the last actor to come on board, truthfully — I was the last one, because Andy [Garcia] had already been there for a while, so I was nervous. But they were so nice, and the set was so easy. I don’t think I’ve been on a set ever that felt so much like not working.

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Cher on her Do You Believe? tour in October 1999.

Now that the movie is out and you’ve realized how much people love you in it, do you agree that it was in fact helpful for your career?

Yeah, it was, but I have absolutely no idea why people loved it because it was such a small part.

Yeah, but don’t you think they love it because you’re bringing yourself to the part? Ruby shares some of Cher’s diva theatrics, and she makes the sort of grand entrance that Cher would be likely to make.

But young kids don’t even know who I am. I’ve been meeting kids that are, like, 11, and I think, “Well, they have no idea who I am. What’s going on here?”

What song on “Dancing Queen” should we listen to to celebrate if Trump gets impeached?

Oh, God! Oh, my God! I’m trying to think of all of them. Oh, any one of them, OK? Any one! Just play it all night and all day if that happens. I don’t think that’s going to happen. I’m pretty sure it’s not going to happen, but you can play the whole album as far as I’m concerned.

Of course. The album cover is interesting. Do you think there is a difference in blond Cher and dark-haired Cher?

Oh, I don’t think so, but when I was blond I noticed that people were much nicer to me.

Like, people give you directions much slower, you know? They kind of treat blondes a little bit more gently than they’d treat people with dark hair, or girls with dark hair. But, look, that was just strictly to pay homage to the girls in ABBA. That’s what that was about.

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Tom Jones and Cher on “The Sonny & Cher Show” in October 1976.

This is more of a thought than a question: You should headline the Super Bowl.

The Super Bowl halftime show.

Oh, well, look. I can’t handle any more work right now, OK? I can’t handle one more bit of work right now. For all intents and purposes, I shouldn’t even be working. Maybe at my age I shouldn’t be working.

What do you think you have left in you after this? Do you have another “Moonstruck” in you?

Well, it depends on if someone writes another “Moonstruck.” I don’t know what I have, but I wasn’t planning on doing “Mamma Mia” either, so things are a surprise. Things just come out of the blue. Honestly, I wasn’t planning to do the album, but it just seemed like it would be fun. And then I did one song and the record label went, “Oh, this is a good idea.”

Which song did you have the most fun figuring out a new arrangement for?

I did not have to worry about the arrangements. This is what happened: Mark made a fancy quick track, but truthfully just kind of a quick track of some instruments, but not really music. So I had a chance to work my way through the spaces. If you listen to ABBA songs, there’s not a lot of space for the girls because Benny [Andersson] kind of used the girls as another instrument. They have great voices, so he could use them. They were kind of locked in, like instruments are locked in, but he could use them as another color. They were another added dimension to the music, whereas because I wasn’t singing against music, I had a chance, except for maybe “Mamma Mia” and “Waterloo,” because those are done pretty much exactly like the girls did them. I had a chance to stretch out a tiny bit. I wasn’t inhibited by the track.

Is there a song on the album that means the most to you personally?

I would say “Chiquitita” or “One of Us.”

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Christine Baranski, producer Judy Craymer, Cher, Jessica Keenan Wynn, Alexa Davies, Meryl Streep, Amanda Seyfried, Lily James and ABBA’s Benny Andersson at the U.K. premiere of “Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again” in July 2018.

When you were teasing the album, you left the 10th track unannounced for a while. Is that because you were still figuring out what it would be?

No, that’s just the way my producer, Mark, works. He gives you something to sing to just enough so you can hear the melodic changes, and that’s kind of the way we’d do it. I don’t know how that happened, but we’ve been working together since “Believe,” and it seems to be working well.

When you promote and tease this album on Twitter, what do you make of the responses you’re receiving?

Oh, I don’t know. I’ve long given up figuring out Twitter. I do what I do, and the people who are on there who know me well understand it. And the people who come on either go, “She’s crazy” or “This is interesting.”

So what prompted you to decide not to say hi anymore?

Because I got tired of everyone just using “hi there” as something they would do! I just thought, we’re not even being able to interact anymore because everyone is just saying to each other, “Hi there” — and like, “When the guy that I like goes away and then comes back,” they have, “Hi there.” So anyway, I’m not ever doing this again because I’m being left out of the loop.

returning to your boyfriends house just moments after storming out claiming you’re off home https://t.co/iLek74NUpO

— Megan Jones (@meganskyejones) July 26, 2018

What do you mean left out of the loop?

Because they were just talking to one another. Or actually they weren’t even talking to anybody. Everyone was just putting out their thing, and I thought, “OK, this has gone on long enough, so we all have to get back together.” And they still do it, so it was just me. Also, I’ll just say strange things on Twitter. I’m not very frivolous. Once in a while, I think something’s really funny and share it, and sometimes people get it and really like it, and sometimes they have no idea what I’m talking about. But look, it’s my account and I do it the way I want to. People who like it seem to stay, and people who don’t seem to go.

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