#i’m a velvet hater myself

[tacticalgrandma]

#i’m a velvet hater myself #but i’ve heard people be wigged out by silk or wool which seem so innocuous to me? #absolutely reblog if you feel so moved i’m curious

[dino-mp3]

blog intro :)

3-23-24

Hello I’m Dino! I wanted to make an introduction post for my tumblr since I decided I wanted to start posting to motivate myself and others! I thought it would be nice to list my personal goals, interests, etc. :)

also pls ignore any grammar issues I don’t feel like putting this through Grammarly :,)

Goals

Work towards a 4.5 gpa: I have currently maintained a 4.2 gpa for this school year I wish it was 4.5, but I have 2 b’s :( So I’m going to work towards a 4.5 for this last quarter and senior year!

Become a better speaker: My ultimate career is to be a lawyer! With that comes working to be a better speaker. I get quite nervous when it comes to taking to a large group of people and start to talk fast. On top of this at my mock trial meet I messed up my direct horribly because of how nervous I was to talk in front of the judge and jury :,)

Get best lawyer during Mock Trial Comp: I won best attorney this year, but I don’t think I deserved it…I want to be more confident in my win this time around!

4 or 5 on AP Exams: I want to get a 4 or 5 on both my AP Lang and APUSH Exams in May! I need to study and practice hard though, but I’m willing to put the hard work in ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Practice flute more often: I play the flute for my schools band and while I have only been playing for 7 months now I have to keep up with people who have been playing for 5+ years :,) With that I want to practice more to keep up and for my personal interest of just becoming more skilled with the flute!

Turing in homework on time: I have made a bad habit of turning my homework in late which is so bad oml I need to get out of it

Exercise: I want to start working out regularly to lose some weight :) While I’m at a healthy weight I just want to lose a few pounds for aesthetic purposes, but in a healthy manner!

Love myself more: I forget to remind myself that I have gotten so far and I have evolved over the years. I want to make sure that I know that I’m worthy of love even when I’m at my lowest.

Interests

Music: I’m a big fan of all genres (even some country songs too) but I’m a big listener of k-pop! But here is a list of my favorite groups + musicians: Red Velvet, Melanie Martinez, Laufey, Idelwork, Frank Sinatra, NMIXX, Ive, Megan Thee Stallion, Flo Milli, Poppy, Lesserafim, Aespa, Newjeans, Infinity Song, Kiss of Life, and many more!

Media: I’m not going to list every kind of media I’m into but here is a small taste! Big fan of ARGs, Indie Horror games (puppet combo specifically), Mascot Horror games (FNAF + Poppy Playtime), Anime (although I haven’t watched anything recently, but my fave is TBHK), K-dramas and Thai-dramas, YouTube video essays (TRO, iNabber, Primik, Stephanie Soo), Cartoons (Owl House, Gravity Falls, Amphibia, MLP, stuff like that), RPG + Dating Sim games (Shooter game HATER here), Sitcoms, Snoopy/Peanuts, Miraculous Ladybug (biggest MariChat lvr) Twisted Wonderland (Azul my love) and a BUNCH more things I’m into, but I’m not going to list them all like I said :,)

Hobbies: Doing my nails, playing my flute, writing fanfics (don’t judge I BEGGG), reading (pls recommend books for me to read, I love the classics too), deco (for my photo cards and notebooks lol), and makeup!

I think that should suffice for my introduction, though it looks a bit long…I’m a blabber could you tell?

Anyways thank you for sticking around for the end! If you want to see any updates on my goals or read my blabber about my interests don’t hesitate to follow me! (Also follow me on Ao3 @/dino_mp3 if you’re an Azul lvr bc all my fanfics are about him) This tumblr is more of a casual stop for me to be more myself and work towards a better me :) But thank you again and I hope you have a good day/night! Don’t forget to drink water :D

-Dino

#studyblr #Causalblog #goals #motivation #girl blogger #blogging #introductory post #blog intro #study blog #life goals #life #work in progress #workout #ap classes #do your homework #school #productive mindset #student life #high school #meantal health #loving life #love yourself #in progress #a better future

[ofmermaidstories]

sweet merms, please don't feel pressured to answer my other ask! <3 re: that /specific/ aesthetic you're talking about, i totally get it—it's such a vibe!!! i wish there was a name for it? the only thing that comes to mind now is like, expensive bimbo (all that dior can't be cheap...) LOL. i love the mix of classy and kawaii and kidcore/retro/nostalgiacore. it's so interesting and your collages are all beautiful <3 and above all, i LOVE the amount of pink in it!!! from an ex-pink hater, flishy<3

The closest thing to a name I’ve seen for it in my travels is coquette, but like, it’s not really… encompassing this new breed of it that i’ve seen, floating around the place LOL. Like, if i had to sum-up what i’m talking about in a moodboard, it’d be this:

Expensive bimbo is such a good title for the visuals of it. 😭 Because it really does delight in that—shopaholic, I’m a Barbie Girl <3 kind of superficiality, and yet like, again, the examples i’ve seen will contrast those with… a pack of tarot cards kept in someone’s purse, or 1950s books about getting your wife a lobotomy. Beyond the merging of the esoteric aspects (the tarot cards, the “im just a gemini girlie that’s why i lie <3” astrology), I find it can really verge on like, romanticising mental illness? Like, “omg, I’m such a Sad Girl TM, I slept until 3pm and all I’ve had for sustenance is a iced vanilla latte and a cigarette because i’m trying to ascend to God”—

I sound like I’m making fun of this, but I swear I’m not. Depression is a reality for so many of us, and as someone who has their Sad Girl hours and also like, really resonates with a lot of this Expensive Bimbo/Coquette aesthetic, I think that’s why I find this melding of them so fascinating? Because I am an expensive bimbo, lmfao. My skincare cabinet is filled with expensive, luxury brands that I buy on a whim—and i’ve always been a Pink Girl TM LOL, if that hasn’t been obvious. My favourite colour to wear is like, this soft strawberry-milk pink and I’ve recently come to the horrifying realisation that men will go out of their way to be nicer to me, while I’m wearing it LOL. I don’t even think it’s like, an attraction thing—I think the pink is just that striking, and disarming, that people immediately associate it with like, soft, squishy friendliness and then respond to it in kind (irritating; like i’m not inherently worthy of friendliness outside of whether or not i wear the colour pink???). Because I buy myself flowers, often, I’ve made friends with the florist there and as a result she always makes a fuss of wrapping my flowers for me so I now have a collection of ribbons that I either cull through reusing them for gifts or like, wear in my hair. i’m way too old to LARP with ribbon ponytails, but here we are!!

Goldie brought up Mina Le and Shanspeare, who are like, two fashion essayists/vloggers. Shan’s latest video—which i’ve linked—is like, a break down of how the need to identify with an “aesthetic” has become really prevalent, thanks to social media but full disclaimer: i haven’t watched it. Social media has definitely given like, both easy access to these sub-styles/aesthetics, and a rise to them (like what tiktok was calling whimsigoth? The 90s, painted-smiley-face-sun aesthetic with royal blue walls and iron wrought beds and those crushed velvet dresses with the renaissance sleeves), and i think the way they splinter off and become their own micro-niche styles/aesthetics is just… i dunno!!! Telling, maybe, of how easy it is for us to consume information and media and then the very human nature to like, wanna mimic the stuff we like. I’d consider that deranged-yellow-wallpaper-my-boyfriend-is-a-demon-who-comes-for-me-at-night-expensive-bimbo-core thing i’ve been prattling on to be like, a micro-micro style, LOL. Because it’s so oddly specific! So many different interests and styles had to meet in the middle to create it. There’s a pretentiousness to it, right? Like, “oh, i’m languishing here on my daybed, eating cherries and reading Proust in it’s original French” LOL, and I LOVE IT. I can’t read French, but like, if I could you’d bet your ass I would also languish around and eat cherries while reading Proust, or whatever. It’s delightful: the indulgence and selfishness of it reminds me of why I’m so attracted to x Reader fics, lmfao, like—it’s so unashamed. It’s perfect. I love every inch of it, the good and the bad and the problematic. I think they should study it in universities: why do we have this performative need to collect all the things we like and present it as a lifestyle? As something aspirational? I love it so much. Ugh. Imagine it in a fictional sense??? The damage, a character like that could do???? UghHhHhh okay I can feel myself going off tangent so I’m gonna stop this here, but anyways thank u BYE.

#ofmermaidstories-asks #i feel like me explaining anything is just me going in circles because my stupid brain can’t do linear thoughts but like #hopefully someone gets what i was trying to express LMAO #floating rubbish island: mermaid spam #passion for fashion: the dress-up tag

[natromanxoff]

Record Mirror (July 14, 1979): 119/?

THE QUEEN BACKLASH ENDS HERE

WITHOUT DOUBT Queen are among that elite number of bands universally hated by the rock press.

The rancour is, make no mistake, mutual which is understandable. If you find yourself on the receiving end of an inveterate dislike at the outset of your career and watch it being nurtured and carefully cultivated over the next six years you’re bound to retaliate.

Queen’s hatred manifests itself by their continued habit of ignoring the music press i.e. refusing to give interviews. There is the occasional token “chat”, pointless as it is innocuous, but in the main it amounts to a blanket “No.”

One of the last interviews Freddie Mercury gave was the last nail in the perspex coffin. Under a headline which boldly asked ‘Is This Man A Prat?’ the king of the leotards was demolished by one of the old school Queen haters and Freddie obviously came to the conclusion, in its wake, that interviews in future would be both superfluous (he was popular enough) and detrimental.

The curtain, velvet naturally, closed.

Roger Taylor, a little wary, a little weary, sits stiffly in an armchair. The juggernauts rattling the Chelsea Street outside create a sonorous buzz bomb hum in the room.

You expect a member of Queen to look elegant. In fact Roger is only wearing a wine colour mohair jacket, black shirt and blue jeans.

He apologises for being a little late and explains how he went to the wrong address. Roger seems to be the only member of Queen left who is prepared, albeit rarely, to open his mouth in the presence of a hack. A question springs to mind . . . why?

“We all sat around a table before I flew over from Munich to discuss the press situation and we agreed I should be the one to represent the band. Freddie is very uncompromising and refuses to have much to do with journalists.

“Obviously, he’s had a few raw deals with them in the past,” observes Taylor.

Roger himself has a rather low view of the music press.

“Most of it is rubbish. There was something I liked recently, a piece on Malcolm McLaren, but in the main I think I’m the only one of Queen to actually read the music papers.”

Why does he think the band are systemically slagged?

“I think it’s because Queen have always come across as being a rather confident band. We seemed, to other people at least, to be very sure of ourselves. I think the press may have misconstrued the confidence, mistaking it for a form of arrogance. Hence they became wary of our motives which bred a dislike for our music.”

Now that’s what I call a neat conclusion.

At the risk of being sent to Coventry by my colleagues I’d like, if I may, to come clean. I love Queen (you’re fired, Ed).

I think it all began with a simple pre-packed but indisposable line – “Dynamite with a laser beam” and has continued uninterrupted (despite the occasional flaw) right through to ‘Queen Live Killers’.

A combination of reasons, Freddie Mercury’s lascivious lisp – the most attractive intonation known to man . . . Brian May’s reel ‘em off rococo riffs that would, in his capable hands, transform the theme music for ‘Waggoners’ Walk’ into a meisterwork . . . John Deacon’s almost stoic stance, incongruous yet integral . . . Roger Taylor’s intense power, so unexpected from one so slight . . . the ability to go over the top without failing into the trap of caricature . . . a desire to give the punters what they want without pandering . . . that cast iron confidence . . . those nine glorious winter weeks of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ which kept the cold away from my soul . . .

Yes, I love Queen.

Roger explains the story behind ‘Killers’ which features just about every Queen classic which ever found its way into a silk lined memory bank.

“We always knew that one day we would make a live album. I think it was well planned. About 90 per cent of our last European tour was recorded on a mobile unit and we then spent weeks sitting through the songs in the studio.

“The result is a 100 per cent LIVE album. Nothing has been touched up in the process of selection, I think that’s pretty rare these days. Many ‘live’ albums are tampered with.”

The choice of single is unusual – ‘Love Of My Life’. “It’s not so unusual when you hear the way it came out. The song seems to have such a wide appeal. Everywhere we go the reaction to it is the same. The audience are just bursting to sing along.”

The result is Queen’s best single since ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ (that was their LAST one crawler, ED)

As I mentioned earlier the band are currently residing in Munich where they are “experimenting” in the studio.

“We are recording in a totally different way for us,” says Roger who speaks with a delicate London accent only typical of cockneys with dramatic training and David Essex.

“Every time we entered a studio in the past we had a good idea of what we were going to do. This time we started from scratch and the result is amazing. The music is nothing like anything we’ve done before, I guess you could say it’s much simpler.”

And this novel approach to their music also extends to their shows. On their next British tour – in the late Autumn – the band will be playing much smaller venues than they are accustomed to.

“In London for example we went to play to audiences of about two or three thousand in different areas. I think it’s much fairer to the fans.”

But won’t this affect their stage show which is after all a crucial factor for any powerpomp outfit?

“Not really. We will just scale down the show accordingly. Besides,” he says taking another bite out of the biscuit, “we haven’t used dry ice in years.”

The monkey on Queen’s back, as corpulent and cantankerous as ever, has been put there by those who firmly believe the band can never emulate past achievements. Roger is cognizant of its presence but refuses to unpeel its bananas.

“That all began after ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. When it stayed at number one all those weeks we were kindly informed that we would never be able to make another single to rival it both artistically and from the point of view of sales.

“Yet ‘We Are The Champions’ sold a great deal more and has since become the biggest selling single in the entire history of Elektra Asylum – our label in the States.

“We don’t do the amazingly complex things any more because we’ve moved on from that. We concentrate on the music we are doing now and we intend to do it the best we can, it’s ridiculous looking behind and and what you’ve done.

“There’s nothing like going back on the road to re-unite the bond between the four personalities and strengthening our belief in the band. We are a real working unit and, in my experience of the music business, one of the most democratic bands around today.”

A statement like that cries out to be expounded.

“People think every member of all the bands, not naming any names, are treated equally that is get the same money as their colleagues. That’s rubbish. In many bands there are a couple of guys that get all the money. The rest are on wages. Queen share the profits equally.”

And they don’t have a manager taking his cut either, John Reid departed a couple of years back and now the band themselves make all the major policy decisions. Why did they decide to dispense with the services of a manager?

“Basically because we were fed up with giving other people money. Y’know it never ceases to amaze me how naive those guys are in bands who have just had their first hit. After all this time I’ve forgotten just how naive we must have been at the beginning.

“I mean, everything seems so great when you get into the charts for the first time. You’re living on cloud nine and nothing else matters. But in truth that hit means absolutely nothing. So few people achieve any amount of financial success in this business.

“Oh, you think, you’re really living . . . for a while. Somebody gets you a flat in Chelsea and it’s all free. But one day the rent stops being paid for you and you realise you’re skint.

“Since John Reid has gone the four of us have always made a point of discussing everything together. We have various people working for us but all the important decisions are made by us alone. That way we get freedom of choice – and financial independence.”

My attention is suddenly diverted.

“FORTY-LOVE!” Wimbledon, the Persil White opiate for the hoi polloi squashed in a strawberry crush wrings out its perspiring petticoats on the TV in the next room.  Roger’s girlfriend, an extremely attractive French girl called Dominique, is engrossed. The couple have lived together for two years. Crippled old marriage questions permeate the air.

“I don’t believe in marriage,” says Roger. “It’s simply a contract and the fewer contracts I enter into the better. If you get on well with someone then there isn’t any harm in living with that person – but marriage is something else again.”

They live in a six bedroomed Victorian house just outside London, which is set in 20 acres. Roger has a “tiny” town house in Barnes as well. What’s it like having a bank full of money at the age of 29?

“I don’t hide away from life. Queen have never been one of those ‘being grabbed in the street’ type bands. It may happen when the four of us are together – but when we are out alone we are seldom bothered. That gives me the opportunity to enjoy myself. I go to clubs a lot. I like having a good time. I don’t think you could describe any of the band as leading sheltered lives.

“But I have completely lost touch with how much things cost. When you find yourself living in hotels for so long you never really deal in money as such. Everything is available whenever you want it – but you never see the cash actually being handed over.

“I’ve forgotten what it was like to be penniless which Queen were for years. I guess that must happen to many successful rock bands.”

Another thing that happens to many successful rock bands – they quit the country. But not Queen it appears.

“We have always based ourselves in England and I see no reason why we shouldn’t continue to do so. We could leave at any time but we choose to stay. People believe we are tax exiles because we spend a lot of the time out of the country recording in studios all over Europe and touring.”

And what will happen when the band finally trudge wearily down the road leading to that  ivory strewn elephants’ graveyard . . . ?

“I know it’s bound to happen one day. I suppose I’d take a long, long holiday . . . and then make a solo album.”

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #dominique beyrand #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #record mirror #record mirror july 1979 #queen scans

[yourneighborhoodbibliophile]

Grishaverse Characters as Songs from If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power

I decided to combine two of my obsessions: the characters from Leigh Bardugo’s Grishaverse and the songs from Halsey’s album If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power.

Zoya as The Tradition

Her soul is black and it's a fact // That her sneer will eat you alive

She smiles back, but it's a fact // That her fear will eat her alive

Kaz as Bells in Santa Fe

Don't call me by my name // All of this is temporary // Watch as I slip away for your sake // All of this is temporary

Alina as Easier than Lying

I'm only whatever you make me // And you make me more and more a villain every day // But you don't know, you reap, you sow // Whatever you give to me, from yourself, you take // Well, if you're a hater, then hate the creator // It's in your image I'm made

Inej as Lilith

You got me thinkin' that I was too mean // Well, everything that I say, I believe // Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve

Jesper as Girl is a Gun

It's a shot in the dark, I'm not a walk in the park // I come loaded with the safety switched off

This girl is a gun, before you know it, it's done // And you'll be wishin' that you crossed your fingers // Oh, but God, is it fun when you can have more than one // So let me show you how to touch my trigger

Wylan as You Asked For This

I want my cake on a silver platter // I want a fistful in my hands // I want a beautiful boy's despondent laughter // I wanna ruin all my plans // I want a fist around my throat // I wanna cry so hard, I choke // I want everything I asked for

Matthias as Darling

Darlin', don't you weep // There's a place for me // Somewhere we can sleep // I'll see you in your dreams // Darlin', don't you cry // Head fast toward the light // Foolish men have tried // But only you have shown me how to love bein' alive

Until it's time to see the light // I'll make my own with you each night // I'll kidnap all the stars and I will keep them in your eyes // I'll wrap them up in velvet twine // And hang 'em from a fishin' line // So I can see them anytime I like

Nina as Honey

Between my fingers, she leaves, then she lingers // If she's gonna go, well, then I'm goin' with her // I know that I won't forget

Kaz as 1121

And, yeah, I know // The parts of myself that I've hated // And I can't tell which ones are mine // And which I created

But I won't die for love // But ever since I met you // You could have my heart // And I would break it for you

Please don't leave // Don't leave me in the shape you left me // Just leave me in the place you found me safe and soundly

Zoya as I am not a woman, I’m a god

I am not a woman, I'm a god // I am not a martyr, I'm a problem // I am not a legend, I'm a fraud // So keep your heart 'cause I already got one

Alina as Whispers

This is the voice in your head that says, "You do not want this" // This is the ache that says, "You do not want him" // This is the glimmer of light that you're keepin' alive // When you tell yourself, "Bet I could fuck him"

Zoya as The Lighthouse

So I showed him all my teeth and then I laughed out loud // ‘Cause I never wanted savin', I just wanted to be found

And I'm glad I met the Devil 'cause he showed me I was weak // And a little piece of him is in a little piece of me

Kaz as Ya’aburnee

Because the longing needs the leaving // And the loving needs the bleeding

I'll never know // If there's danger in confession // Or it's memory that presses // Like a blade against my throat // Another word and I could choke // But what's worse? // Tellin' you my feelings // Or to die without revealing // That you crawled inside my head // And set a fire there instead?

#If I Can’t Have Love I Want Power #IICHLIWP #Halsey #Grishaverse #Alina Starkov #Kaz Brekker #Inej Ghafa #Jesper Fahey #Wylan Van Eck #Nina Zenik #Matthias Helvar #Zoya Nazyalensky #Shadow and Bone #Siege and Storm #Ruin and Rising #Six of Crows #Crooked Kingdom #King of Scars #Rule of Wolves #Leigh Bardugo #your neighborhood bibliophile #your friendly neighborhood bibliophile

[chicagosfinest2021]

nosy anons let's go

(I know people are supposed to anonymously send these to people but most people usually don't bother so I'm just going to answer them myself because I can :-P )

0: Height-5'3"

1: Age-Old enough to know what a pager is but young enough to never have actually used one before X-D

2: Shoe size-9

3: Do you smoke? No

4: Do you drink? Occasionally/socially

5: Do you take drugs? Just benadryl for my allergies

6: Age you get mistaken for? Early to mid 20's

7: Have tattoos? No

8: Want any tattoos? No, I like my chocolately skin the way it is :-)

9: Got any piercings? Just my ears

10: Want any piercings? I might get one or two more

11: Best friend? My sister

12: Relationship status? Happily unattached

13: Biggest turn ons? Men who have money and spend it on me

14: Biggest turn offs? Broke men who are looking for free sex and free therapy

15: Favorite movie? An Indian movie I just watched on Netflix a few months ago called "Queen". I saw so much of myself in the main character, it was amazing.

16: I’ll love you if… For men, you consistently make the effort to make me happy and make sure I'm taken care of(which includes respecting my time and my presence in your life). For women...we just have to bond and genuinely enjoy each others company, that's really it. Women earn my love much more easily.

17: Someone you miss? My grandmother, I'd probably give up a lot of good things I have going for myself right now in exchange for having my grandmother back.

18: Most traumatic experience? (*Trigger warning*) My sexual assaults, especially the second one because it was someone I'd known since I was a kid.

19: A fact about your personality? I've been introverted since childhood. I like either small intimate settings or being alone, rarely do I enjoy being in big groups.

20: What I hate most about myself? That it took me so long to come out of my social anxiety and had low self value for so long. I think that if I had conquered all of that sooner, I'd be a lot further ahead in life.

21: What I love most about myself? I'm more secure in who I am now than ever before. There's certain things that I used to tolerate that are unthinkable to me in the present, and I don't have "haters" because anyone that might be throwing negative energy my way doesn't register.

22: What I want to be when I get older? A luxurious Black woman with my own condo and living in an upscale neighborhood. I want to be saving money, making wise investments, and spoiling myself and my niece <3 I also want to have a tight group of girl friends I spend time with regularly.

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)? I have one full sister who is like my twin and we're very close, and a younger half-sister who's 8 years my junior whom I love but don't relate to too much. We have different mothers and (through no fault of hers) we grew up in very different environments: me and my oldest sister are a lot more "bougie" as a result of our suburban upbringing, but our little sister grew up in the 'hood and applies "hood logic" to a lot of things. The type of men we're attracted to, the type of music we like, the company we keep. . .it's like trying to talk to someone who speaks a foreign language.

24: My relationship with my parent(s)? I'm a daddy's girl. Even though my dad and I don't see eye to eye on everything he's the reason why I have such high expectations from men. My mom and I only recently started getting close, she and I tend to bump heads more often than me and my dad.

25: My idea of a perfect date? I show up to a 4 star Italian restaurant and my date meets me with roses and a small gift. We sit down and he's a gentleman, we eat, chat, makes jokes, and have a few drinks. After he pays the bill but before we get up to leave he passes me an envelope under the table. I take a look and see that it has $700 in cash inside of it. I accept it and thank him. Before we part ways he requests to see me again soon and I tell him I'll have to check my schedule. My Uber ride pulls up and my date opens my door for me before taking my hand and kissing it.

26: My biggest pet peeves? Men who want maximum benefits for minimal effort and the women willing to give it to them. Also trap music, just. . .in general. Oh and Black people who still insist we're "taking the sting out of the N-word" by using it casually amongst ourselves, it's just such a problematic and counterproductive mindset and I can't even pretend to entertain it.

27: A description of the girl/boy I like? I don't currently have anyone that I like but ideally they'd be well groomed, witty, intelligent, stable mentally, emotionally and financially. Someone who likes jokes but isn't vulgar, and notices the little things about me (how I make eye contact, my natural scent, the way I carry myself when I walk, sit, stand, etc). Being physically attractive is always a plus, but things that I find physically attractive in a person is very broad.

28: A description of the person I dislike the most? Rude, unkempt, body odor, someone who doesn't respect personal boundaries, ungrateful, uninteresting, someone who talks incessantly about things they don't actually know or can't comprehend.

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend? I can't remember the last time I lied to a friend about anything.

30: What I hate the most about work/school? My current position is uninteresting, tedious and not in a field I was working in previously. Also I'm doing work that realistically should be performed by 4 or 5 people but of course they expect one person to take care of everything. It's really just a temporary gig to make money to save up for a new place, so I'm trying to suck it up because I know I won't be here long.

31: What my last text message says: My cousin said she got her 2nd covid vaccination today so I responded with "Hip Hop Hooray!" LOL

32: What words upset me the most? "I'm just looking to have fun. . ."

33: What words make me feel the best about myself? When another pretty Black girl gives me a compliment, I immediately feel invincible.

34: What I find attractive in women? High self esteem and a sense of security, not seeing other women as competition, women who are cultured and have multiple interests, and who enjoy learning new things as well as sharing her wisdom with others. I also enjoy creating bonds with women who are child-free by choice like myself.

35: What I find attractive in men? Their ability to spoil me and give me pleasure.

36: Where I would like to live? North side of Chicago maybe around Lincoln Park. Outside of the US I'd like to live in England or Ireland in the future.

37: One of my insecurities: I am a short woman with large breasts (double D's). I've been buxom since a very young age and being well endowed has made me the center of negative attention on more than a few occasions. I'm constantly battling between wanting to highlight my curves without "advertising" too much either.

38: My childhood career choice: I believe I wanted to be a writer. I'd love to be a travel blogger actually.

39: My favorite ice cream flavor: It used to be cookie dough but now it's mint chocolate chip

40: Who I wish I could be: Sade

41: Where I want to be right now: Sitting on the balcony of my luxury condo, sipping wine and watching the lights of the city while smooth jazz is playing on my record player.

42: The last thing I ate: A slice of my dad's birthday cake (red velvet)

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately: I have this picture of this male model saved on my phone who looks like a "stereotypical" sugar daddy to me: tall, caucasian male, white/silver hair, piercing blue eyes, mid to late 50's, full beard and mustache, about 6 feet tall, muscular build.

44: A random fact about anything: Countries with more irreligious people/atheists/non-believers tend to also be the most peaceful and prosperous.

#chicagosfinest #black girl luxury #black sugar baby #black women in luxury #q and a time

[najatheangel]

Idol Life Ship 🎶

Hey Love! I hope you are doing well! I was wondering if I could please get a private idol ship?? I also put a lot because I thought maybe more will help you out?? Idk I hope it isnt too much 😭

I am 22 years old. I am about 5'7 and bi-racial (black and white). I am in between mbti personality of INFP-A and INTP-T. I am a Capricorn born and the year of the Ox. I am a little more on the thicker side witha curvy figure (like if I am skinny, you can really tell that I am just naturally curvy) but I have muscle that and often am the one carrying heavy items. I have a hard core rbf, which I have been told makes me look mad at everything around me. I am often told by friends or people who get to know me that they thought I was a b at first because of my rbf. Though besides my rbf, I’m actually friendly. Sometimes I will initiate a conversation if everyone else is on the shy side. But if there is a true extrovert, then I will just chill in the background. I consider myself like a quiet leader of my friend group because I am one of the less introverts. Though, they call me dad lol. I often find myself preferring to be alone though. I do like going out but I often need alone time more than I need to socialize. […]

I hope this was enough information, I am sorry if it was too much. I just got so excited to see what happens 😆 thank you so much love. Have an amazing day/night ahead of you!!

Heyy lovelie, thanks so much for sharing about yourself. No worries I have more than enough so I appreciate it. Sorry for the super long wait, your ship is finally complete. :)

Your Company: RBW Entertainment. Originally you have other offers from different companies, but you wanted to try RBW as your last option before you make your decision. You were the last one to audition that day and immediately the first name they called to train under the company. What stood out to them were your ability to sing and rap as well as your duality when performing. You’ve trained under RBW for 4 years. 

Number of Members: Total of 4 members. 1 korean, 2 Japanese and then there’s you. 

Group Concept: Badass/Girl Crush

Your Position: Lead Rapper/Vocalist. When on stage, your the most stable when it comes to shifting from rapping and singing. From your predebut days until now, you have improved tremendously and in the media your considered one of the top female rappers in the industry. In the group, your the dad in the group always protecting your young members from harm and shutting down the haters whenever they try to talk badly about your sisters. Your not afraid to share your ost experiences with your members and giving them your best honest opinion on certain topics. At first it was hard for them to adjust that side of you, but overtime they’ve learn to adapt from your rebellious side to your cute side. The members never try to bother you too much because they know you love your privacy, but sometimes they try to stay in your room playing video games with you or discussing on what to do for your next comeback.

Your Scandal: Your airport fashion that made the highlights caused a few fans to make rude comments or make them feel a offended. Of course the outfits were cute and made a statement so you’ve decided to politely call out those people that were bashing on your fashion. After that point, they start showing love again once they’ve seen your next outfit exiting the airport back to Seoul and never bothered you about your clothes again.

Girl BFF: Dami from Dreamcatcher. You both were performing together on the hit YG show Mixnine. She was one of your closest friends on the show and you both left at the same time when the show didn’t last long. Ever since you both stayed in touch and on your off days, you find any good opportunity to hang out with her and each other’s friend groups. For each other’s birthdays, you always love to celebrate by visiting each other’s families and having parties at your homes.

Boy BFF: KB from OnlyOneOf. Both of your groups were being interviewed on Show Music Core to promote your songs for your comeback. The two of you were having too much fun showing a lot of energy and making everyone laugh at your silliness in the interview. Once the interview was shown live on tv, everyone admired your chemistry together and demand you to MC together for the next episode. Ever since you both hang on on and off screen showing everyone your realness and becoming one of best male and female idols to become close friends publicly. 

Your Ideal Type: Moonbyul from Mamamoo. Since your both under the same company, she would always run up to you whenever she get the chance to hang out with her and the members. She was also like a mentor to you when you first came into the company helping you through your trainee days and offering to cook at your dorms for you and your members. Your also meet Red Velvet through her so she also gave you good networking tips to meet other famous girl groups out there. She might’ve had a crush on you sometime before, but she shut that down real quick, because she loves you as her baby sister. 

Your BF: Hanse from Victon. Ya’ll would shut the stage and media down together. Your individual styles, talent in the rapping department and confidence when performing together is what made me believe that you two would be powerful together. People on twitter were calling you the next CL and G-Dragon hyping you two up together. Hanse is also very humorous and adorable so it matches with your energetic and protective side. You both got to do a collaboration together for the end of the year show music core by surprising the fans with a sexy yet flawless ending to your performance with a kiss. It was added to the books as the most iconic stage collab behind Jessi and Jackson’s performance for Nunu nana. 

How long you’ve debuted for: 8 years. You still stay in touch with your members and continue living your life as a solo artist.

Other Activities: Solo Artist/ Music Collaborations

@bdmn127​ I hope you enjoyed your ship honey! Feel free to request anytime you want and have a lovely day. 

#submission #kpop ships #idol life ships #dreamcatcher #mamamoo #Onlyoneof #Victon #Hanse #Moonbyul #KB

[starfxckersinc]

@yung-tamale tagged me for this and I’m actually gonna respond lolll

name: Liv/Curt

nicknames: i absolutely don’t have any other than ‘hey this picture of pj harvey made me think of you’ which is sexy

zodiac: Cancer

height: 5’6”

languages: sadly only English. i May need to learn Italian eventually for undisclosed reasons

nationality: American. i wish it were anything else

favorite season: S U M M E R

favorite flower: hyacinths, roses, irises, morning glories, day lillies, snowdrops, clover flower, daffodils, cherry blossoms, dogwood flowers, and anything I ever saw in my grandmother’s garden

favorite scent: bleach, dad’s cologne, mom’s shampoo, rain, uh. girls

favorite fictional character: OK MM

Curt Wild is part of the reason why I’m currently going by Curt and it’s bc he’s handsome and stupid and people keep hurting him like me

Brian Slade is the actual definition of what I would look like ideally and we’re both bottoms who believe we’re otherworldly and important with 0 evidence other than ego

Mark Renton is also the definition of what I would look like ideally and I feel such a strong connection to his miserable cunt life that idk how to watch Trainspotting 1 or 2 without crying

Orlando in the 1992 film is me but masc and they get a crush on this dark haired foreign girl that throws them into a YEARS LONG poetic depression & then have sex w a dick 1 time & have a daughter like same :/

Tommy Gnosis/Hedwig Robinson bc I’m the definition of their chaotic blend of stupid, horny, and philosophical

Euchrid Eucrow from And The Ass Saw The Angel is honestly one of the most relatable characters in existence and his internal monologue and how he feels abt himself and views the world is exactly how I’ve felt more and more as I’ve gotten older

Dorian Gray is who I would be if I could make my life the way I wanted it. I ruined your life and I’m a sexy twink. oops 💋

Harley Quinn,, I don’t feel like I have to explain Harley Quinn. me

coffee, hot tea, or hot chocolate?: coffee or hot chocolate tea is for the English

average sleep: 7 hours usuallyfjdjdndn

dogs or cats: cats 🐈

number of blankets: quilt, top cover being fleece blanket, covering ur entire body lest you fall prey to some demon ur anxiety pulled out of Hereditary

dream trip: I wanna go to London literally so bad, and Seattle and San Francisco And Berlin and. yknow. all the gay haunts.

blog established: dec. 2017, but I’ve been here since dec. 2015

random fact: when I was a kid I got so obsessed with the game Wolf Quest that when I finished it and got separated from my last pup, Snow, who id formed an actual maternal bond with, I became depressed for three months. one of the reasons I didn’t actively try to destroy myself at the end of 2017 was bc they’d announced Wolf Quest 3. i am a fucking furry

Gender: androgynous(any pronouns, most comfortable with she/they)

Current time: 4:05 PM

Favorite musical artists: David Bowie, Iggy Pop, Kurt Cobain, Courtney Love, Johnny Cash, Nick Cave, PJ Harvey, Leonard Cohen, Kathleen Hanna, Placebo, Elton John

Stuck in my head: Never Let Me Down Again- Depeche Mode

Last movie I saw: Last Days- Gus Van Sant

Last thing I googled: Ben Folds lyrics I’m so sorry

other blogs: ok @iknewishouldcreateasensation and @everyonesintothisscene are my two velvet goldmine blogs, but I’ve been putting a lot of shit on @untieformeyourhighbluegown like aes/vent stuff, all my original art, and all my music. it’s like a museum of me

do I get asks: The asks I get fall into three categories

1- why are you such a lesbian hater for being mean to x terf

2- why do you like David Bowie

3- you’re sexy

4- something pj Harvey related

5- one of my cool gay friends saying cool gay things to me and ya just generally vibing abt loving each other

6- random accusations and transphobia that I don’t understand

so yeah boys pls send asks!!!

reason for url: i lov Oscar Wilde and I love Velvet Goldmine

followers/following: I have like 500 followers MAYBE it might actually be 300 and I follow like 2,000 blogs

lucky number: 6

currently wearing:

Johnny Cash target t shirt

dream job: jack of all trades artist & touring musician

favorite foods: pastries, sugar, sharp cheese, any bread that isn’t soft, garlic, Mac n cheese, p-

instruments: vocals/guitar, but I want to learn piano again I think??

favorite song(rn): Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin On(Jerry Lee Lewis), Levi Johnson’s Blues(Ben Folds and Nick Hornby), Clap Hands(Tom Waits), I Hope That I Dont Fall In Love With You(Tom Waits), Life And Death Of Mr. Badmouth(PJ Harvey), Ballad Of Hollis Brown(Bob Dylan), Don’t(Ed Sheeran)

i tag:

@wannabegothgurl @pawnshopbluez @wherearemyelephants @beatle-capaldi @lionslove @glamrock-lizardman @joestrummershowl @bigembarrassingheart @old-memoria

#aberdeen spoken word

[peterhongwrites]

Block Town One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Block Town 1:

I’d moved myself into Block Town about a month when I found the Block Town Spa, back when work was just getting tough. I get curious sometimes, and I pass by every day, so I figured I should try it once. I liked my one try, so I checked in about every month after that. I like to take in a few at the steam sauna, then slide into the hot tub and sit there, just soak there. Nothing better. It really works.

I’d been a regular by the time I saw it down in the pool. There was a door down there by the light bulb, wiggling on the tile. I tried to kind of ignore it. But, again, curious, and the door got me thinking. One day, I took a breath, closed my eyes, and dove down. I wasn’t exactly scared but, I didn’t know what to expect. When I opened my eyes, I looked around. It was a lot cozier than I expected. Little though-- just like a room, basically. I saw a purple velvet lining around me, a couple retro vinyl chairs, and a karaoke machine. Then I noticed them: Randy from the auto shop was there, along with Jacob and Lee, a few other guys from town. They all laughed, introducing me, cheering, sharing arms with me like old friends. They showed me how to work the machine, and after that, we went round after round on karaoke into the night. By the time I went back to my car, my eyes were creaking and all the singing and yelling had scratched my throat up. I drove home feeling so tired, so so satisfied.

I started going every week. Me and the boys try to sneak in a few drinks, then we dive in. We take turns. Put our fingers in belt loops, Randy does some classic, I do the Beach Boys. All of us sound like we’re dying. Been having a lot of fun in that little room. Glad I found it.

Block Town 2:

Johnny’s new shoes were the biggest thing in town for a while. Johnny got the coolest shoes in the world, 1999 Retro Blazers. Everybody was talking about them. You’d walk outside, see your neighbor. “Hey, good morning,” you’d say. “Morning,” they’d say. “Johnny’s shoes are really cool,” and then you’d go. “Johnny’s shoes are great,” they’d agree. After a while, we all just spoke one voice. Johnny became a whole celebrity to the town. Some people say he was different before he got famous. I wished I knew enough to say the same.

Block Town 3:

Block Town has rebels, same as any town. They wear their hair poofy and big, leather jackets with the collars popped. But they’re pretty different once you get to know them. They’re “rebelling against rebels”. Trying to do something right every day: volunteering at the soup kitchen, donating for the kids, campaigning for good and protesting against bad, cussing while they do it. Now, I’m not scared of them. But I wouldn’t take them in a fight. Never.

Block Town 4:

Block Town was split down the middle about it. The court case of the century, they were saying, a dispute between the parsley chewers and the people who thought parsley wasn’t all that. Everyone had a side. Mary stopped talking to Barry. Jenny started planting parsley in her yard. Johnny, the man with the nicest shoes in the world, even showed up on TV to talk for the pro-parsley on Channel 6. It got so big, we were about to split Block Town right in half, and we all asked the President of Block Town to step in.

The President didn’t say much. The President never really wanted to be President. He was just kinda pressured into it. Circumstances. Parents. He watched TV all day instead of getting to his presidential duties. One day, he watched a movie on his big flat screen, an old one about love, loss, and the war. After that, he got all excited, and decided to be a good president. We’ve never had a war since. I’m voting for him next election. Voting against parsley before that.

Block Town 5:

Block Town’s always had a place for the Bird People. They made it to Block Town over a hundred years ago, right after Birdland fell apart, and they had that war. Block Town’s got the biggest Bird People population this side of the coast. The Block Town Birdland Association always puts on a cultural event each year. I think a straight week in April, usually. They put on shows for a holiday of theirs, teach about their culture, their language. I’ve heard everyone gets into this singing competition they do every fest. I think this’ll be the first time I ever go.

Block Town 6:

Nana had a best friend named Sunbo, who came from the sky and had the sun for a head. She liked to show him off. Sunbo was kind of a weird kid, sent down to look after Nana, make sure she grew up alright. Sunbo was about 3”4’, and when Nana was good, he’d spit out a toy in one of those plastic capsules from his mouth for her. Everyone started getting kind of sick of Nana when they saw Sunbo hanging around.

Every winter, he had to hibernate, so Nana’s dad put him in the closet where he slept in his arms, til spring came back around, and a toy spat out for Nana. Nana wasn’t always good, but she always did wait for Sunbo.

Nana had bullies, but they weren’t so bad. They didn’t stuff her into lockers, or throw rocks at her. No, Nana’s bullies liked to challenge her. They liked to get in Nana’s head and just, nudge, nudge and see what happened from the other side of the fence. They always had some new dilemmas for her after school. One day in Winter, Nana snapped, and she smacked the bullies around and stomped them flat. She expected Sunbo to be mad. He wasn’t, though. Instead, Sunbo spat out every kind of toy he could. Nana had to say sorry to the others kids’ parents, but she was okay, honestly.

Block Town 7:

Pet Sounds is probably my favorite album in the whole wide world. But me and Lee, who runs the record store, we don’t see eye to eye on that. Lee’s shop is the nicest place on the planet, I think. I go there twice a week at least, Mondays and Tuesdays usually after work, and just listen to Lee go. I show him an album, and he’s always got an opinion. It’s the funniest thing to me. I just grab one, hold it up to his face— he’s always got something.

“Pet Sounds is perfect,” I say. “It’s uh, I think, track 11. ‘I Guess I Just Wasn’t Made for These Times’. And the theremin. Nobody but Brian Wilson, The Beach Boys, and the 60’s could make a theremin sound sad like that.”

“It’s cheesy,” Lee says.

“It’s cause it’s The Beach Boys they can pull it off.”

Lee stays quiet sometimes. Today, he tells me, “I served in the 60’s.”

“No kidding?”

“Yeah,” Lee says. “Ask the prez.”

Anyways, Lee was born with a record player in his head, and I like to throw in some Pet Sounds every time I’m there.

Block Town 8:

The best Italian restaurant in town, and probably anywhere, only shows up on days when it’s raining. It’s kind of a pain, but once you get there-- it’s worth it. The steam just rises up from the hot zitis and spaghettis and tortellinis and breadsticks up into the rain, where it gets dark. You won’t see anyone outside on days like these. The whole town piles in. All of us wet from the rain, thunder strumming in the back, hot Italian food on the wood, all of us, good and hungry. The owner of the place always listens to our troubles, and always, always has the right thing to say. Saw Jenny’s kid here and he’s got parsley in his Stromboli, best Stromboli in the world. And Jenny’s kid was in tears, munching on his parsley. “It’s okay?” Jenny’s kid asked. And the owner, I heard him say, “it’s not. But that is.”

Block Town 9:

For the holidays, the whole of Block Town decided this year to travel to another town. The town picked itself up, held those streets together, and hiked it over to Solvberg, a nice old, historic Dutch town. We plopped down right on Solvberg, our houses peeking through their houses, our cars chatting up their cars. I looked in the windows of some of these Solvberg shops, little handmade things and clocks. Wind chimes at every store, shortbread smell everywhere. I held Randy and Jacob and Lee’s hands, and we all tightened up from the winter chill at night. Block Town at peace, and so was I. I saw Jenny strolling her kids through the shop, and Johnny’s shoes showing off for the townsfolk, and Lee brings me back some authentic fudge, telling me he’ll never change his mind.

At the end of the trip, me and the boys, Nana and Sunbo, the parsley likers and parsley haters, the rebels, even the lowdown President came together and took a picture.

“Cheese,” we all said. Only some of us smiling, but all of us happy.

The picture came out perfect.

#writing #prose #flash fiction

[honeybearloco]

“Yes Loser?”

Requested by @sophiak62 . I apologize in advance.

Junoflo X Female Reader Plot: His crush is an idol rapper and she beats him in a rap battle.

“I’m saying that maybe, I could take you out after this.” He suggested.

“Okay so I beat you pretty badly in a rap battle for you to confess your feelings for me and ask me out on a date.

“I mean you don’t have to say yes, but I would really enjoy it if you did say yes.”

“I don’t understand you, Juno.”

You were a very well respected and known idol rapper. You were known for not caring. A lot of people said,you were privileged and you didn’t have to care about what people had to say about you because of who you were. More importantly, who your Dad was.

You are the daughter of Lee Soo Man, founder of SM Entertainment. Your existence was something only a few people knew about. You didn’t want to be famous at first. Your best friend, B/F/N, talked you into auditioned for YG. At first you did it just to spite your Dad’s social status, but you ended up successfully auditioning.

You made your debut as a solo idol rapper. You were the first solo female rapper under YG that didn’t debut in a girl group. And for that, you grabbed a lot of attention. The world blew up once they had discovered you were Lee Soo Man’s daughter.

You were more into the underground scene than the idol scene, which was why most of your friends were underground rappers.

You had recently stopping promoting your newest album. You were on a break.

Junoflo was your biggest fan from your debut. The two of you weren’t that close. You were invited to a club opening hosted by one of your father’s good friends. Of course you were going. You slipped on a pair of shorts and a white sweatpants, nothing too formal, nothing too casual.

You had arrived by yourself, but you sure did make everyone turn their heads. But guys and girls were looking at you from all directions. This was normal to you, as you were an idol.

“Y/N!” A voice called out.

“B/F/N!” You screamed back as you saw your best friend.

She always looked amazing in no matter what she saw in. She wore a short red party dress while you were sweatpants and a crop top. She hit the back of your head.

“Yah! This is a club opening! Not one of your performances! Couldn’t you at least dress up a little bit?” She whined loudly over the music.

“This club could get ton of publicity just by me breathing here.” You sassed back.

“Whatever. Come on, I have some people who would like to meet you.” She said grabbing your wrist and pulling toward a hallway.

Finally the two of you stopped a velvet rope with a group of both females and males on the other side. By first glance you couldn’t tell who they were, but after looking again you can see. They were just rappers. Ones you weren’t interested in, but not ones who weren’t good.

The Guard unhooked the rope for the two of you and winked at you. You gave him a smirk before walking in behind your best friend.

“QUEEN HAS ARRIVED!” She shouted and showed you off like a prize.

“If it isn’t the billion dollar princess herself.” A deep voice had said.

There was that name again. ‘Billion Dollar Princess’. It was used as a diss toward you by many rappers, a lot of them struggling. You weren’t the one for rap battles or diss tracks, you were peaceful, you wanted to be friends with everyone. But some people just made it hard to like them. You snapped your head toward the voice. In front of you was Junoflo.

“And who are you again?” You asked folding your arms.

“Ah, come on. You should know me.” He said with a smile inching toward you.

“I’m sorry, I’m too busy being a princess to hear rappers who don’t make anywhere near as much as me.”

A glass breaking could be heard right behind the two of you, also giggling and whispers.

“Woah, you are mean.”

“I just don’t have time for rappers like you. Now if you excuse me, I’ll be leaving.” You said walking toward the rope again.

“Battle me!” He yelled after you.

You stopped in your tracks. You didn’t like rap battles. Loved to rap, but battles just weren’t your thing.

You turned around to face him once more. “Like I said, I don’t have time for rappers like you.”

“Well make time then.” He replied leaning forward.

You scoffed and walked over to him. He wasn’t that tall, or maybe you’re just quite tall.

“You’re on.”

“Let us make a bet shall we?” He suggested.

“What kind of bet? I don’t make deals with the devil.” You added.

“If I win, you have to admit you’re a spoiled little princess and you have to buy drinks for my friends and I for the rest of the night. And I get your number.” He said before winking.

“And if I win, my friend and I get to pour as much champagne on your head as we want.”

“Deal! Be on stage in an hour. You’ll need it.” He said.

You rolled your eyes before turning around and walking off.

‘What did I just get myself into?’ You thought to yourself.

B/F/N ran up to you. “That’s my best friend! Sticking it to the man!”

“Whatever, I just want to beat this asshole!”

For the next hour you spent pacing back and forth in a corner thinking about how you were going to approach this situation and getting yourself prepared both lyrically and physically. You made your way to the stage that was placed in the front of everyone to see. You stood on the right side.

“Everyone, we have a treat for you tonight! We have a lot of rappers here tonight, but two of them are going to be battling it out for us on stage tonight.” The DJ announced.

The crowd went wild. Most of them were either out of it, or a little too into it.

“In this the corner, we have Junoflo and in this corner, we have or lovely, Billion Dollar Princess, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes at the introduction before turning your focus back to him, who wa staring at you with a wide smile as if he just met you for the first time. The DJ went on.

“Drop the beat already.” You spoke up.

He put his hands up in defeat before walking over to his turntables. A beat could finally be heard. One you weren’t really used to. It just wasn’t your style. You were blinded by anger and rage so that didn’t matter right now. Two of you were given microphones. The DJ flipped a coin to decide who was going first.

“Heads or tails, princess?” Juno asked.

“Tails, because I’m going to beat yours in the battle.” You answered.

He chuckled before rolling his eyes.

“Heads, Juno you’re up first.” The DJ announced through his microphone, which began the battle. One for the ages! Maybe not that important, but quite close.

His jabs toward you were simply cute in your opinion. Coming after your idol status and your father as usual. You simply didn’t care, you had heard the same thing over and over again. Now it was simply getting old. You couldn’t only roll your eyes. Finally he stepped back and bowed.

“My turn now.” You said, rolling up your sleeves and inching toward him.

You weren’t usually aggressive. You were simply playful with your rhymes, but that changed. Your jabs coming at him all at once with venom packed deeply into them, almost enough to kill a man. Everyone was just listening, even he was. You were just that good. He tried to cut you off, but you weren’t done. You pushed him back and continued to on and on.

B/F/N shocked with her mouth wide open. She was shocked, so was everyone else. You didn’t have a foul mouth, but the way words were flying out of your mouth now said otherwise.

Finally the beat cut. You let out a few more lines coming not only for him but her haters.

“I ain’t no mothafucking princess, I’m a mothafucking empress.” You said, before dropping your mic.

The crowd broke into cheer. The DJ held up your hand. “Your winner ladies and gentlemen.”

Juno also clapped and smiled at you. You walked up to him.

“You sir, lost fair and square. And now, for the champagne.” You said smirking.

B/F/N rushed from behind the curtain of the stage with two huge bottles of champagne. You grabbed one and popped open both yours and hers.

“Cheers to my victory!” You said, clinking your bottle with hers before spilling every ounce of it all over him.

He gasped slightly before accepting his punishment.

“You’re a good sport.” You said before walking off stage with a smile. You felt a hand grab yours. You turned around to see him.

“Yes loser?”

“I like you.” He confessed.

You chuckled before looking at him again. “Funny joke but that won’t take away from your lost.”

“I’m being serious.” He said kicking his foot out.

“What are you saying boy?” You questioned.

“I’m saying that maybe, I could take you out after this.” He suggested.

“Okay so I beat you pretty badly in a rap battle for you to confess your feelings for me and ask me out on a date?”

“I mean you don’t have to say yes, but I would really enjoy it if you did say yes.”

“I don’t understand you, Juno. What the heck? Sure.” You answered.

He tried to hug you but you pushed him back.

“Woah, woah. Wash up before you even touch me.”

#junoflo scenarios #junoflo imagines #junoflo reactions #junoflo requests #khh scenarios #khh imagines #khh reactions #khh requests #khiphop scenarios #khiphop imagine #khiphop reactions #khiphop request #feel ghood music #junoflo #khh #Khiphop

[irockmountains]

12.25

I spent the entire Christmas at work, and I did not feel any holiday cheer at all. Instead, I was wallowing in a corner of the office, listening to SHINee all day.

Why is it getting worse?

Sometimes I feel angry. SHINee and Shawols don’t deserve this tragedy, why did it have to happen to this group of amazing, kind and devoted people idk. Fate is cruel. Of all the storms that this community has to face, why this.. I think I’m also bargaining now. Can God bring him back? I don’t know. 

I feel angry that people are moving on and back to their flailing like nothing happened. It still hurts deep inside. Unfortunately, that gaping hole in my heart, it seems to only be getting bigger. Somebody just told me to “move on”, and when I asked how, they said they don’t know. How do I move on? Because I do not want to. I would hate myself so much if I forget. I want to write it in big red letters across the entire room just so I remember. I would rather hurt and remember and torture myself than be happy and forget.

I am angry that people are now debating SHINee’s future. It has only been a week? Why can’t we give them space? I am angry at Onew’s haters. Give him a break. Did we learn anything from what happened? Let them grieve. I watched Red Velvet perform earlier and Yeri looked like she wanted to burst into tears, yet all the comments were “slay” “my girls are so hot!” and I want to give her a hug.

#one week on #jonghyun #shinee #i don't even know anymore

[danieljbockman]

Power, who doesn’t want more power in their life, their work, their business? Power has been a game of humanity for as long as time itself and yet the rules and the resemblances of power aren’t all that different in today’s power plays. When I first got into business for myself, I wanted to be a powerful businessman and hold the king's scepter in my hands of business. I then started thinking about how we feel about powerful people in our modern society. There is a lot of disdain for the rich and powerful and I had to make sure I was alright with being painted with that brush, - turns out, I was perfectly okay with this!

Power has always had a bit of a nasty stigma attached to it and it’s a common belief amongst those of us that were raised in a normal household of the middle class that the rich and powerful were to never get much sympathy. The powerful always seemed to us, to be powerful as a result of their money and born-in-to privilege so it wasn’t hard to listen to the rhetoric coming from people who griped about the rich and powerful and buy into the notion and the feeling that being powerful is kind of a bad thing. But every time I hear something like this, I have to ask the question, “If being powerful is a bad thing, then is being powerless a good thing?” I think you know the answer to that right away! No, being powerless is not a good thing. On those same lines, I even read one time that there are a certain people that think being poor is much nobler than being rich. Hmmm… I would have to say no to that one as well.

My journey to attaining power was very educational because I had to find most of it out on my own. There are really no fast track reads or lessons on the subject of power but I did read Robert Greene’s, 48 Laws of Power. I loved this book mostly because Greene takes you on a trip through the power plays of the renascence period of kings, queens, and courtiers of history.

My first discovery of becoming a powerful businessman is that no one is going to give you your power like the great kings of history could. Today, you have to find your own power and I’m going to tell you that it’s not as hard as you might think it is. I have found that of most of the rich and powerful and self-made people were actually very powerful long before they were successful. This was such an interesting finding for me because it completely changed the way I was thinking about power. All of the sudden, I was finding that power could be procured first, then the wealth would start to come in. I was going to use my power to get rich vs my using my money to get power. I write in my book titled, The Better Business Book, that if you want to be rich and powerful, be powerful first!

I also bring up another topic in the book that I like to call, poor man’s power. It’s a subject I am going to make my masterpiece in one of my next writing because it is so hotly contested. Even my editor had never heard of such a thing as poor man’s power and asked me to explain this because whoever heard of the poor man with power. I said, “Have you ever heard of Mahatma Gandhi”, but I went into a better version of what poor man’s power is. Essentially, it’s having the ability to move mountains without owning the machinery. We all know it would be easy for a rich person to just buy the machinery and pay workers to move the mountains but how does a poor man orchestrate the same thing and make just as much impact. Put simply, it’s using others people’s brains for ideas and other people’s money to pay them.

I truly believe it was my being naïve to business that was my greatest source of power. That doesn’t make much sense, does it? But the fact was, I knew very little about business when I first started and I had to ask a lot of questions. The most powerful question I would ask was the question, “Why?” Why do we do this? Why do we do that? Why can’t I buy this? Why are you doing it that way? I would ask why so many times that I even had some employees quit my company over me questioning them. The answer I am always looking for when I asked ‘Why’ is – “It’s the way we’ve always done it”. If I hear those seven words, be ready to be challenged!

The one thing that I want from my power the very most is to not only have a powerful presence but also have a powerful absence. You’ve seen these people before and probably worked for them, the ones that have an immense amount of power when they are not even in the room. I strive for this kind of power by employing incredible people in my organization. These competent reports represent my best interest and my customer’s best interest when I’m not there. It’s not easy finding these kinds of people but if you do, hang on to them as long as you can and treat them like they are your greatest asset, (because they are)!

So what are the good things about power in business? I mentioned that it was not good to be powerless in business so what are these power affected success stories? Love them or hate them, I don’t care but there is no denying that any Apple product, (i-this, i-that, mac-this, mac-that), was founded and developed by a very powerful man. He was one of those, powerful before he was rich, type people and demanded nothing less than a superlative performance from his people! Lou Holtz was another prime example of how power exertion on an organization can take you from being a loser to being a winner. Lou Holtz went to coach at the University of Minnesota when they were the losing-est division one football team in the country. Lou simply said that he would only accept the position as head coach under the condition that everyone from the ticket sellers to the parking attendants, from the electricians to the plumbers at the stadium, from the popcorn sellers to the assistant coaches, he didn’t care, - If each person involved with the success of that team was not 100% committed to excellence in their job, he would fire them! End of story. Holtz took that team on to become winners and he never replaced a single person.

I think it’s time to put power back into your company. You don’t have to become a tyrannical dictator and scream and yell at everyone slamming your iron fist on the table. But… do like Napoleon Bonaparte said and, “Put your iron fist, inside a velvet glove”. Yes, you can be very nice and still be very powerful, in fact, it’s the most effective form of power there is. Have you ever heard the saying, “Kill them with kindness” or “Be nice to your haters, it will piss them off”? Kind power has the most leverage there is in the power game. Be kind but be firm and never let anyone see your kindness as weakness. Power has to be controlled and anger is a loss of control, hence loss of power. Stay cool and true, hold the course and only change your mind on a decision after long and thought out reflection.          

I feel that most people don’t realize that power can only be lost, power is really never gained in modern society. This is something I found out on my own. What I mean by ‘never gained’ is because you already have all the power you will ever need resting inside you. This can be a difficult concept for a lot of people to comprehend but let me just say that my experience with my own power was self-manufactured inside me. There is no one more powerful than me in my social circle that gave me my power so it must have been all me!    

#business #entrepreneur #entrepreneurship #hustle #enterprise

[alixiajanemorris]

Velvet Rolex

Yoongi x Hoseok Top!Yoongi Semi power-bottom!Hoseok Smut

“I love I love I love myself I love I love I love myself I know I know I know myself Ya playa haters you should love yourself Brr”

As the lights went down hoseok’s smile turned into a smirk as he saw Yoongi shifting uncomfortably, his pants tenting slightly. Hoseok couldn’t help but wet his lips. As they ran off stage, quickly dipping down under the platform to get changed, hoseok slapped yoongis ass really hard making the elder yelp. Yoongi caught Hoseok’s wrist and spun him so he faced the wall and then pushed him up against it. Hoseok moaned deep, catching the attention of their leader.

“Keep it to your own time yeah? We got a show to perform.” Namjoon laughed, turning to look at them briefly before continuing on down under the stage to the dressing room. The two nodded but as Hoseok went to move, Yoongi’s grip tightened. He leant down and kissed he light haired boys neck with a possessiveness that got his stomach fluttering.

“You’re so fucking hot in this velvet jacket, I wanna ride you so fucking hard. Make you lose that Rolex in my ass..” Hoseok moaned, slowly grinding ass against the elders crotch.

Yoongi hummed appreciatively then he put his hands on Hoseok's hips and stopped him. The whine that left the light haired boys mouth nearly made Yoongi fuck him there and then, but they had more to perform.

“Come on, you can’t have what you want now. That’s your punishment for that smack baby, so not now. I promise if you’re good I’ll treat you later.” Yoongi kissed his forehead and then took him down the scaffolding to the changing room.

“You better.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They were cleaning up the stage after a wild night of performances. They always cleaned the stage after, kept them humble as Namjoon had put it. Jungkook and Jimin were basically collecting confetti to throw at eachother and being no help at all. Tae and Jin had already gone for “beauty sleep” as Jin explained. Namjoon had been called into a meeting with the studio to go over the nights successes as usual leaving Yoongi to supervise the maknaes.

“Seriously what are you doing? You’re no help at all, we’ll be here all night!” Yoongi threw his hands in the air in frustration as the youngers simply responded by throwing confetti at him.

“Aww hyung, are you sad because you’re missing sleepy time?” Jimin teased, slightly hiding behind Jungkook who was smiling wide.

“Why you little-”

“Hyung!”

Yoongi turned to see Hoseok walking towards him with a box in his arms. He was wearing his velvet coat from the earlier Cypher performance. Weird.

“What’s all this?” Yoongi asked, trying to look inside the box.

“Oh no! This is for later.” Hoseok moved the box out of Yoongi’s reach and winked. Hoseok walked over to the maknaes who had returned to throwing confetti at eachother. “Ya! Go home, we’ve got this.”

“Do we?!” Yoongi exclaimed, his face turning red.

Hoseok just looked over his shoulder and winked again.

“Yayayayay!! Bye hyungs!! Lets go have some fun!!"Jimin skipped off stage, dragging Jungkook with him. Jungkook slapped his ass, the smack echoing throughout the auditorium, his famous cackle following, Jimins moany giggle lingering as they left.

Until he was sure they were gone Hoseok didn’t say a word and Yoongi was too angry to even form a sentence so for the first time tonight silence filled the auditorium.

Hoseok bending down to put the box on the floor shook Yoongi from his rage trance. "What the fuck Hobi?!? Do you know how long it will take us to clean all this by ourselves?!?” His vision was blurring he was so mad. He covered his eyes with his hands and screamed into them. He felt something grab his ass and moved his hands to look but was stopped

“Keep them covered until I’m ready.” Hobi growled into his ear. Mm Hobi wanted to play it seemed.

Yoongi just nodded and kept his hands where they were, enjoying being manhandled by his lover.

He felt fingers undoing his jeans and yanking them down his legs until they came off completely.

“Keep your eyes closed.” He felt the hem of his shirt being pulled up his stomach and knew to lift his arms to allow Hobi to pull it off him. What he didn’t expect was the feeling of something else being put over him. A jacket of some kind? Oh.. it was his cypher jacket too. What is he up to… Hobi hung chains around Yoongis neck and the cold metal made him shiver, so cold it burnt.

He felt Hobi mouth at his clothed cock and his eyes flew open. When Yoongi looked down, he saw an equally undressed Hoseok moaning into his crotch. His eyes were looking up at the elders through pink tinted round glasses, his smirk pressing into Yoongi’s hardening dick.

“Fuck.” Yoongi bit his lip and slowly rolled his hips into the light haired’s face. “Mmm I love it when you’re like this kitten.” Hoseok just moaned in response, he felt Yoongi snake his hands into his hair, slowly massaging whilst also pressing him closer. “Moaning at my cock, so beautiful.”

“Mmm only for you, baby.” Hoseok whined. He brought his hands up to Yoongis ass and squeezed hard, making Yoongi buck his hips further into his face. Hoseok grabbed the hem of his boxers and started to peel them down his legs letting the elders dick spring free and hit him in the face with a wet slap. He expertly caught it in his mouth and took him in all at once, hitting his throat and triggering that gag reflex Yoongi loved so much. Hoseok kept gagging, kept coating his dick in saliva so he could relax his throat and move Yoongi to start fucking his mouth.

“You want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours? Such a slut for my cock. Such a slut for any cock I bet.” Yoongi started thrusting fast and harsh in and out of hoseoks mouth,, the younger had to steady himself holding onto Yoongis thighs. “I see the way you look at the others. Jungkook especially,, you want his dick in your pretty mouth don’t you?!” He laughed deep in his throat whilst bottoming out in hoseoks mouth. “Ah you’d look so hot stretched over his perky cock. Mm maybe I’ll let him fuck you one day.” Hoseok moaned deep in approval, drool falling down his neck. “Wait,” Yoongi grabbed a fistful of hoseoks hair and pulled his dick out of his mouth, rubbing it against his lips slightly. He leant down slowly to pant into Hoseoks ear. “Get on your back.” He kissed his ear before harshly shoving him to the floor where he sprawled against the stage,, his dick leaking through his boxers. Yoongi knelt down to straddle him but Hoseok had other ideas. He pushed the elder onto his back and quickly wrapped his legs around him and started to grind down hard.

“I wanna ride you tonight,, so fucking hard you’ll forget how to breathe.” Hoseok whined,, dick visibly twitching in his pants as his rubbed his ass into yoongis dick.

“Mm it’s all there for you baby. No one stopping you.” He smirked, resting back against his elbows and looking up at his lover with lust drooped eyes. Hoseok smirked and reached into his own underwear, stroking his dick into full hardness. “So fucking pretty, princess.” Yoongi went to stroke his hands up Hobi’s thighs but fell back against the stage. Hoseok chuckled and reached over him to get the box he brought earlier and pulled out lube towels and pillows. Yoongi laughed deep in his throat. “So prepared,, a man after my own heart.” He smiled lovingly.

“Shut up.” Hobi laughed and placed a pillow behind Yoongi and set the towels and lube down by the side of them. “Better?”

Yoongi reached out and stroked hobi’s thighs. “Mmm much better.” Yoongi pulled on hoseoks purple jacket to bring him closer. He kissed him, their mouths connecting in sloppy careless kisses as Hoseok started to grind once again. Yoongi grabbed his hips and guided him, making him go harder and deeper with each thrust. “Shit you’re so hot. Can you cum like this..?”

“I can’t try..”

“There’s a good boy,,” Yoongi leant into his ear. “I’ll fuck you real good if you can do it princess.” He chuckled as he felt Hoseok speed up.

Hoseok sat a little further back on yoongis lap so their dicks were grinding against eachother. He tore his underwear away, releasing his hard leaking cock. Wet noises and moans filled the auditorium as Hoseok brought himself closer to climax,, grinding down hard and fast, his hips blurring they were going at such a speed.

“Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.” His lovers words were all Hoseok needed to spill all over yoongis chest, slashing up to his neck and even leaving drops on the elders lip. As Hoseok caught his breath Yoongi licked his tongue slowly across his lip. Lapping up the cum that had spilt there. “You taste better each time.” Hoseok just smiled breathlessly and moved to grab a towel,,yoongis hand flew out and captured his arm. Hobi looked at him in absolute confusion. “Lick it up. You made this mess,,you clean it.” Yoongi smirked, loving the way Hobi shivered at the command.

Hoseok was too entranced to move, the thought of licking his own cum made him feel so dirty but so hot. The fat slap against his dick soon brought him out of it, and the harsh tug of his balls made him start licking his cum up faster than ever.

The feeling of Hoseok’s tongue against his skin made his muscles jump and jerk underneath his touch. Hobi swirled his tongue, slowly bringing his mouth to meet yoongis. When it did, their teeth clashed and tongues whirled, hands frantically groping squeezing and smacking anything they could get ahold of. The elder reached over and squirted some lube onto his fingers. Yoongi’s finger pushed into hobi’s hole, harshly thrusting in and out as Hoseok writhed against his palm. Two, three fingers in and Hoseok couldn’t wait any longer.

“L-let me ride you..” he whined.

“What was that sweetheart?” Yoongi teased.

“P-please l-let me fu-fuck you ohh.” His head fell down onto yoongis shoulder as he felt another high approaching.

Yoongi pulled his fingers out leaving him empty. “Of course baby, it’s all for you.”

Hoseok sighed loudly as he lowered himself onto the elders painfully hard cock,, letting himself adjust to the size before grinding his hips in circles. Yoongis mouth opened to form an ‘o’ as Hobi started to rock up and down fast, faster and faster. Hoseok impaled himself on yoongi’s thick cock as much as he could, leaning forward to press kisses against the base of his lovers throat as he found a new angle to grind against.

Just as Hobi found his sweet spot Yoongi grabbed his hips. “That’s enough of that.” He pushed the younger away so that his dick fell out of him. Yoongi moved the pillow that was behind him to set it down next to him. Hoseok was dizzy from the fucking and now confused more than ever. Yoongi pushed him down into the pillows, face pressing against the stage floor. He straddled hobi’s legs and pulled up his cypher jacket till it exposed his creamy ass. Hobi moaned into the floor as Yoongi smacked his cheeks hard. “So.” Slap. “Fucking.” Slap. “Pretty.” Slap. He massaged his lovers reddening cheeks and then remembered something. “You’ve been a good boy baby. I think you deserve a treat don’t you.”

“Ahh yes oh yes I’ve been so good so good.” He whined and cried, his breath fogging up the shiny stage.

“Mmm.” Yoongi moved away from Hoseok, spreading his legs apart so he could crawl in between them. He spread hobi’s cheeks and licked up the middle of them making Hoseok scream. Yoongi couldn’t help but smirk against his hole as he pushed his tongue in and sucked on the rim. He shoved in two fingers and loved the way Hoseok clenched around him. Yoongi slapped down on one cheek and bit the other as his fingers still trust relentlessly.

“Stop,, I can’t take anymore fuck me please. Ahh fuck me. I need you dick,,..ahh pleAse.” His whined made yoongi’s dick leak even more than before. With a quick shuffling of his knees Yoongi slammed into Hoseok, pounding at harsh never ending pace. Skin slapping skin filled the auditorium and echoed in their ears. Yoongi grabbed both of hoseok’s wrists and pinned them behind his back, making him arch uncontrollably. At this new angle,, Yoongi was hitting the spot with every thrust leaving Hoseok mewling on the floor. The younger came for the second time all over the stage, the white ropes spilling out thick and fast.

“Fuck.” Yoongi gasped as he found his high, cumming into hobi’s ass, filling him to the brim.

As Yoongi caught his breath, he went to pull out. “No! Wait..” Hobi screamed, once again reaching for the box he brought. He pulled out a crystal plug, a purple gem on the end. “Okay,, I’m ready.” Yoongi chuckled as he pulled out and watched fascinated as Hoseok quickly pushed the plug back in himself, only losing a small drop of cum.

Hoseok looked back to see Yoongi biting his lip, eyes fixed on the gem in his ass. “Sexy right? I thought it went with my jacket..” he smiled.

“Mmm, yeah baby. So fucking sexy. Make sure you keep it in. I’m not done with you for tonight.”

#yoonseok #smutty #jhope smut #jhope #yoongi #yoongi smut #bts #bts smut #bts scenarios

[scottyunfamous]

The Importance of Self-Care

Hellur, fancy face!

Welcome to another highly inappropriate weight loss journey post. It may interest you to know that I’ve recently (as in like 5 hours ago) embarked on a lil experiment with a 14 day teatox created by BooTea. It was recommended to me by one of my girls who has lost maddddddd weight (like MAAAADDDDD weight), so I thought ‘Shit den, lemme see what it’s really saying.’ I’ll be doing live updates on my Snapchat and will deliver a full honest review in 2 weeks’ time on your fave new blog (…yes, I mean this blog lol).

Onto what we’re actually talking about today…

When I began my weight loss journey again I had an idea of what to expect; the resisting of temptation to consume things I shouldn't to improve my diet, the physical challenges I would have to overcome to improve my fitness, the discipline to keep at it, and creating the mind-set to help me grow mentally and emotionally on this sometimes very fucking emotional experience.

When we take on these trying ass journeys, it's never a flippin straight road or uphill climb. Nope -the shit goes up, down, left, right…generally any direction you don’t want it to. When it comes to our body’s reactions, there's only so much about it that we can control. Ideally, everytime we eat a piece of salad, drink a glass of water, or do anything that resembles some semblance of exercise (walking to the fridge counts as cardio. Don’t @ me.) we want to see that we are 15 pounds lighter when we step on them scales, but that's not how the shit works.

When you first jump on this weight loss ting and you change yo shit up, your body is on a mad one. Weight loss is you and you are weight loss...then your body gets used to your new diet and routine, which means you've got to push a little more. It's a constant challenge, especially when you aren't blessed with a fast metabolism.

If you’re like me, the constant (self-imposed) pressure to go harder may be a lot for you to deal with mentally, especially when shit isn't going to plan.

Last week I had my cheat day. The following day, Mr took me to a hotel. I got high as fuck, and for those of you who enjoy God's magic flower, you already know how them munchies will have you fucking up a plate of food like it’s your last meal. I ordered too much then ate too much... I should probably stop smoking… Anyway, the following afternoon I stood on the scales to see that I'd gained 3 kilos.

I.

Was.

Up.

Set.

I stripped off and stood on the scales again: 2.5 kg.

I went to the bathroom: 2 kg.

Embarking on these journeys then putting on a significant amount of weight in the process is the worst. You feel like a failure, like you didn't try as hard as you should have, that maybe cheat days aren't for you. As you shrink it’s like you get even harder on yourself because you can’t come this far then go backwards. That’s not progress. Honestly, it doesn't get easier, you just have to get tougher, but tough doesn’t always equal…well, tough.

The thing that has carried a heaux throughout this last year has been making sure that I fucks with myself, heavily, like on a whole other level of extravaganza. Self-care is one of the most valuable remedies I’ve learned through this process, simply because it pushes me to continue without berating myself and gives me a stress-free way to pick myself back up when I’m down.

Do shit that makes you feel good about your fuckin self, betch. It’s okay to take a lil break and switch off for a hot sec to get your head right. It’s vital.

Here’s a few self-care activities that I love that you can try out/incorporate into your own self-care routines for those dayswhen things don’t go to plan.

When I feel like shit I listen to music with high vibrations, the kinda music that makes me feel like a cheeri-heaux (get it? Cheerio...cheri-he...anyway). I sing along at ig’nant volumes and dance in the mirror to it like it’s just me, by myself, and bitch when I say dance in the mirror I’m talking that carefree black girl 'wow wow wow thots' shit that you may not do in public because it’s that peak (in my case, extremely whorish or neeky). Listen, I do not fuck about when it's music time. Lemme get sad and fling on some Cheetah Girls (DON’T PLAY LIKE YOU DON’T FUCK WITH THE CHEETAH GIRLS PLEASE); a heaux will be strutting like she means it and freeing my uckin mind all up and down my room, doing dramatic hair flips with my wig and not caring if it flies off coz ain’t nobody but me there to see it. I’ll be doing big big international diva in my bedroom, singing all the harmonies and adlibs by my damn self all at the same time, because I am a one-bitch-band. Issa wave.

D’you know what else is a vibe, low key -herbal tea. You will drink a cup of peppermint tea and feel like your soul has been cleansed and refreshed, bitch!

Next: baths, and not just any regular bitch bath, nope. Heaux I‘m talking that ‘I done used half the fucking bottle of bubble bath, this water is so hot it will probably burn my skin so I’mma have to ease into it, there are candles all over the place like say I‘m being romanced but really I am romancing my damn self, I got that Sade on in the background and a fire ass book to read, so I will sit in this shit till my skin is wrinkled and the water turns cold, then I’mma top it up with more hot water because bitch, I aint done yet!’ kind of baths. Hooker, it is imperative that you go all out for these self-care baths. Stay in there for 5 hours. Enjoy yo’self!

Personal grooming is also my shit.

Ain’t no better feeling in the world that when you have removed all of the hair from your body. You feel like a vivacious velvet vixen, just be rubbing your thighs together for fun because the shit is smooth.

We doing the whole fuckin’ face regimen tonight, heaux! I’mma exfoliate, lather it in some weird shit that promises to tighten my pores, put some cumbers on my eyes and lay back because I’m bougie and tonight, life is a spa, rinse it off, use my face wash, get that micellar water, clear these pores, get that toner, then bitch I will slap on the thickest layer of Astral you have seen in your life (this tip came from Muva Amber Rose), and just sit there and let the shit marinate.

Wash your hair. Use all the products, deep condition yo shit, massage yo fuckin scalp! Yes betch, you smell like a coconut summer breeze and it’s wonderful!

Do your nails, do your makeup, because sometimes the shit that will bring you back from the edge is remembering how truly tun up you are, and realising that you’re on this journey and this ain’t even your final form. THESE SKREETZ AIN’T READY FOR YOU WHEN YOU REACH YOUR GOAL BITCH, HOW ARE YOU SO FIRE NOW AND THERE’S MORE FLYNESS TO COME. FUCK OFF. YOU ARE TOO MUCH!

Clear your space. Fling on some good music and tidy your room, change the sheets, dust, polish, sweep and reorganise some shit, then light you some incense and relax. This is heaven.

This is another good one; get your thoughts out. When I’m too wound up I write out exactly how the fuck I feel, completely unfiltered ‘cause ain’t nobody reading the shit but me. By the end of it I’ve talked myself down of whatever ledge I’m on, I’ve found a resolution to my problem and my peace is back where it should be.

Go outside. I’m not telling you to go hug no trees or nothing, but it’s summer, there is a park somewhere, just go there by yourself and just be amongst nature. Sometimes being surrounded by plants and animals and shit reminds you how small and magical you really are in the grand scheme of things, that whatever you’re worrying about may not be as deep as you think, and that you will get through it, because bitch, you've gotten over all the other shit in your life and you’re still here, getting these haters mad and thriving.

Take a nap. You remember when you were younger and it was nap time and you just were not on it, these days, as busy as we all are, naps are luxury. Literally, when I get too overwhelmed, it’s nap time. Shut off the world and dream a little dream of no stress. By the time I wake up, I’m good.

However, if you don’t have time to nap, I strongly recommend meditation. For those of you who follow me on Snapchat, you’ll know that I’ve hopped back on my spiritual journey and that my life is on the up because it helps to keep me focused and centred. Being that I fell off for a while, it’s not always easy to meditate without getting distracted, so for those of you who this is new to or if like me you have a little trouble clearing your mind, here is some great meditation music. Literally, all you have to do is set a timer for 10 minutes and concentrate on your breathing and nothing else (saying ‘so’ when you breathe in and ‘hum’ when you breathe out in your head or out loud also helps –recommended by Deepak Chopra). When your time is up you feel a little calmer and clearer.

Go to the gym. Yes, I know, it’s horrible and it makes you get hot, tired and sweaty and there is no dick involved, but girl, working out is scientifically proven to improve your mood because of the endorphins that it releases (endorphins are the chemicals that make you happy).

Understand that you are the captain of your yacht (I know the saying is ship, but I think yacht sounds more bougie and extra, so well go with that), and part of being the captain of your yacht mean that you are in control of yourself at every given moment, even when you don’t think you are. If shit goes left you can either choose to be upset about it and let circumstance control you or you can control your circumstance by choosing to find a lesson in every bad situation. Every negative experience you have can teach you something, if you let it.

It’s all about perspective, heaux. Look at where you went wrong and decide how you’re gonna handle it should it pop up on you again.

This is my best tip so I saved it till last -yell nice things at yourself in the mirror. When you’re feeling down about fucking up, or the way your body looks or whatever, all you’re focusing on is lack. You look for all the results you haven’t acquired yet and you beat yourself down about not having them, overlooking everything that you do have. I stand in the mirror (sometimes naked if I need a lotta love) and I compliment myself. When I first tried this method of affirmation, I begun with all the things I physically liked about myself. As my confidence grew I started finding the good in stuff I wasn’t too hot on: “YOU CAN REST SNACKS AND BOOKS ON YOUR BOOBS AND TUMMY. IT’S LIKE HAVING A DELUXE BUILT IN TRAY, LIKE ON A PLANE. YOU’RE LIKE A PRIVATE JET, BETCH!” I then moved onto my personality: “YOU DON’T SWEAR TOO MUCH, YOU’RE JUST FUCKING PASSIONATE ABOUT SHIT, PLUS SWEARING MAKES SHIT FUNNIER. YOU’RE BASICALLY A COMEDIAN!”

The reason that I harp on about building yourself up mentally throughout this process is because of the times when it’s not as easy as you’d like it to be. It’s important that you can be your own support system because you may not always have someone to lean on. Once you’ve shown yourself some proper love and respect, your mind will be right as rain (never understood that saying. Rain is dead.) and you can get back on track without having anything fucking with you.

If you enjoyed this post you may also enjoy my free downloadable guide, #LavishLife, a motivational 9 step programme that I createdespecially for you, to help you live your best life beyond just weight loss, e.g. if you want a new job, more money, a better social life, etc, the #LavishLife guide will have something for you. You deserve to have everything you want and you can. All you gotta do is take care of you, bitch.

If you would like more posts like this, click the heart below, and please be a star and share it with your friends.

If there are any topics you would like me to talk about, just hit me up here and if you haven’t done so already, please make sure you join my mailing list by clicking that lovely blue envelope in the corner for exclusive news, updates and giveaways.

Click the image below to read my previous #SvelteHeaux2017 post:

Fancy something a little more daring? Read chapters 1-6 of my sexy, award-winning urban romance, Running Wilde (new chapter posted every Friday)

 Until next time, fancy face

Love Scotty x

#self love #self-care #weight loss journey #weight loss #blog

[pengiesama]

i’ve seen this meme going around and i’ve played exactly three (3) Tales games so i’ll just do it for all three of em

i’m doing vesperia, zestiria, and berseria. BIG SPOILERS FOR ALL THREE OF THESE GAMES

best girl?

best boy?

any ship/s?

favorite part of the game?

opinion on the mascot character (if applicable)?

opinion on villain/s? (in the least spoilery way)

main team of 4, and who did you play as mostly?

favorite town/city/area?

favorite or most used arte?

favorite music track?

favorite monster?

TALES OF VESPERIA

best girl?: ya girl judy

best boy?: yuri “i am showing like three pounds of cleavage at all times” lowell

any ship/s?: flynn/yuri all the way and also elucifer/duke because 1) tragic and 2) giant monster x disney princess is a formula that has been tested to work. plus ristelle is good too

favorite part of the game?: flynn saving yuri in the alleyway. flynn witnessing yuri killing cumore. flynn and yuri working out their differences in their endgame duel and then furiously humping in a field afterwards. do you notice a pattern

opinion on the mascot character (if applicable)?: repede is unironically a great mascot; “The First Strike” movie was TOZ anime levels of horrible and canon-shitting but Puppede was VERY strong in it

opinion on villain/s? (in the least spoilery way): alexei is my role model and duke is my forever girl

main team of 4, and who did you play as mostly?: played only as yuri because i’m a scrub. rest of the party was raven, rita, and judy or repede depending.

favorite town/city/area?: the final town place because that’s where flynn and yuri fucked endgame

favorite or most used arte?: i legitimately have no idea. i did the Tidal Wave exploit to farm grade if that counts

favorite music track?: *eyes cross*

favorite monster?: the entelexeia are great and i’ll never forgive the writers for downgrading them into those shitty elemental spirit designs

TALES OF ZESTIRIA

best girl?: ROSE BEST GRIL FUK THE HATERS 

best boy?: MIKLEO; LIKE SORRY SOREY YOU’RE A STRONG SECOND BUT WITNESS SUCH RADIANT BEAUTY

any ship/s?: if you don’t know that i ship sormik at this point i am legitimately a failed human being and need to banish myself to the phantom zone to train

favorite part of the game?: fucking pick a sormik scene just do it. leaving elysia, breaking up then having makeup sex vis-a-vis the water armatus, night in lastonbell, pretty much the whole camlann sequence

opinion on the mascot character (if applicable)?: the normins are just kind of okay. they’re better than the katz, who have fucking OBNOXIOUS voices in the Berseria dub (i think the berseria dub was pretty awful across the board though. hot take in a completely unrelated topic) 

opinion on villain/s? (in the least spoilery way): they all straight-up suck. only thing i’ll give zestiria’s haters a point on. heldalf is boring, the human antagonists are boring and forgettable, symonne is a pile of nothing and wasted potential, whoever created lunarre needs to be fucking shot, christ.

main team of 4, and who did you play as mostly?: i only know how to use sorey because i’m bad at the Tales battle system. i don’t think i can stress that enough, really; for example, i honestly do not understand the casting system and as such it is impossible for me to control a magic user. zestiria’s equipment system was fucking baffling too and that did not help my efforts in playing the videogame. anyway party was sorey/mikleo/rose/usually edna

favorite town/city/area?: elysia and camlann

favorite or most used arte?: whatever i successfully button mashed out of sorey or the water armatus

favorite music track?: all the elemental shrine tracks are pretty fucking banger

favorite monster?: *makes i dunno sound*

TALES OF BERSERIA

best girl?: velvet and then grimorh.

best boy?: laphi. big. strong. boy. who. is. my. big. strong. boy.

any ship/s?: berseria wasn’t really a shippy game for me but i do enjoy velvet/magilou

favorite part of the game?: laphi fucking punching innominat in the face and eventually making him into a historical footnote. MY CITY NOW. i think that was also adjacent to the sequence where laphi saves velvet from despair, which was amazing. the false aball sequence was pretty great. laphi in his big strong boy form was also nice to see and wrapped up the game well. also literally anything that references zestiria. the bonus dungeon’s big twist about the ancient seraphim was some good fucking lore that i especially liked bc it means that sorey and mikleo’s love and balanced, mutually-respectful relationship is literally the thing that will break a eons-old curse and save the world. 

opinion on the mascot character (if applicable)?: bienfu is godawful and should never have been brought into existence. 

opinion on villain/s? (in the least spoilery way): artorius and innominat are definitely leagues above zestiria’s villains and i was chomping at the bit to powerbomb them into oblivion. the rest of the praetors or whatever were kind of meh. melchior and shigure were...okay villains? and teresa and oscar were awful and boring/awful individuals (respectively) who deserved zero of the sympathy the game tried to give them and only have fans because they have pretty designs. HOT TAKE! HOT WANKY TAKE! but anyway artorius and innominat carry berseria’s villain grade almost singlehandedly. ...and i guess the ancient seraphim count too??

main team of 4, and who did you play as mostly?: velvet because i can’t play as anyone else. velvet/laphi/eizen/magilou.

favorite town/city/area?: i enjoyed seeing the areas from Zestiria in their historical forms, and it was cool to see the earthpulse but i kind of wish there’d been more variety in it. surely the lifestream of the planet can have some varied geography

favorite or most used arte?: fuck if i know. i don’t pay attention to the names of literally any arte. wait, do laphi’s mystic artes count? if so then i love seeing him wipe out scrub enemies by casting Indignation for absolutely no good reason.

favorite music track?: i dunno. soundtrack was pretty alright.

favorite monster?: my big strong boy is not a monster but he is very big

#i guess this is my personal tales of zestiria tag now #i guess this is my personal tales of berseria tag now

[rnufharose]

Love Yourself (Bangtan and EXO fanfiction/SehunxOC)

Chapter 9

"Whoa," I remarked under my breath after EXO had finished their performance. They had such amazing visuals, and I found myself staring at Sehun. He was such a passionate dancer and when he sang his lines, I found myself wanting to hear his voice again. The audience broke into applause, screaming as our sunbaenim left the stage. Next up to perform was Red Velvet, a girl group from the same entertainment company as EXO. Their members were named Irene, Yeri, Joy, Seulgi, and Wendy, and they were positively radiant. The intro of their song played as they took their position onto the stage and Namjoon tapped my shoulder.

"Ha-Neul, we should make room. EXO is going to sit with us," he said and I gave a nod.

"Right," I moved to my right as the other boy group came to sit with us.

"Namjoon," Suho grinned widely and shook our leader's hand. "How long has it been?"

"Hyung, good to see you again. What a great performance," he complimented and gestured to me. "This is our newest member, Cho Ha-Neul."

I stood up and bowed before them, "Annyeonghaseyo."

"Annyeong!" Xiumin chirped, eyes gleaming as he looked at me. "Yaaaaa... you're not just cute, you're beautiful! Sehun is right!"

"Huh?" I raised my brows in astonishment, cheeks flaring as I shifted my gaze toward their maknae, who turned away and rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat and sticking his tongue out, licking his lips. "G-Gamsahamnida..." I bowed again.

"Please, sit," Jin gestured and they all sat with us. I tensed as I noticed Sehun take a seat beside me, and I caught the slightest of blushes on his cheeks. It seemed he was rather shy when he wasn't on stage. The free strands of hair that fell along his face covered his eyes and he rested his elbows on his thighs, folding his hands.

"Annyeong," I said to him, giving him a smile and he met my gaze, returning the smile and nodding in response. "How is Vivi?" I asked.

"Good," he answered.

"I really liked your performance," I continued. "You're a great dancer and singer."

"Same with you," he replied. "it was like you've been with them from the start. The choreography was natural and... you also focus on the emotions of the dance."

I tilted my head to the side in wonder, "How did you know?"

"Because I do the same thing," his face was blank no longer, and his gaze became soft. "Technique is good but if you want to understand the song, you put the emotions in the lyrics into the choreography."

"Ha-Neul," Baekhyun grabbed a champagne glass and handed it to me. "Would you like some?"

"Gomaweo, sunbae," I accepted the glass, looking at the fizzing liquid.

"Please, call me Oppa," he urged. "We're friends now. You call all of that."

"Ne... Oppa," I wasn't so sure if it was okay to call them that, but one look at the other members and they seemed content with it.

"Lay hyung couldn't make it to the performance?" Taehyung asked and Kyungsoo shook his head with a sad smile on his lips.

"He left for the military," he sipped his champagne glass. "We'll be heading for military duty in a few years..."

"Where are you from, Ha-Neul?" My attention turned to Chen.

"I lived outside of Seoul with my Halmeoni, in the countryside," I answered.

"Jinjjah?" Kai raised his brows. "Because you don't seem like a country girl at all!"

"My Halmeoni is from Seoul, that's why," I continued. "She used to be a singer before she moved to the country for a quieter life. She taught me everything I know but there are still a few things I have to learn."

"You have great vocals," Chanyeol remarked with a smirk. "You should put out some solo songs when you have free time."

"I intend to do just that," I giggled. "once I learn how to compose a song, you guys will be the first to hear it."

"Here that, Sehun-ah?" Kyungsoo slapped his shoulder gently. "She's going to let you hear her song first."

I caught the smallest of smiles on his thin lips before he turned his attention back to the performance.

Hours later, after each group held their performance, it was time for the hosts to announce the group that had the best performance that night. Each group was on stage, the rookies standing at the far end while the rest were on the other side. EXO stood beside us, waiting patiently for the results, and the hosts opened the card.

"Bangtan!" they exclaimed and I gasped, looking to the boys and squealing.

"We did it!" Jin threw his arms around me and gave me the tightest hug.

"Don't celebrate just yet," Yoongi droned. "We haven't won the other award shows yet..."

"Live a little, hyung!" Jungkook joined in on the hug and Namjoon stepped up, accepting the award on behalf of the group before shouting into the mic.

"ARMY!" he listened to the audience scream in response before speaking. "Thank you so much for this award. We wouldn't have earned it without your support! We love you, ARMY, and thank you for graciously welcoming our newest member into our group."

I waved at the audience before giving them some finger hearts, and I spoke into the mic, "It's a pleasure to meet you, ARMY! Thank you for having me! I promise to work hard and make you and Bangtan proud!" Halmeoni, do you see me right now? I'm on stage and I'm here because of you. Gamsahamnida, Halmeoni. I'm going to make you proud to have a granddaughter like me.

"Congratulations," Suho said to us and we bowed before him and the rest of the members of EXO. "Ha-Neul definitely stole the show."

"Once again, welcome to the industry," Kyungsoo smiled in my direction.

"Are you Ha-Neul?"

A voice came from behind me and I found the members of Red Velvet standing before me. They had affectionate looks in their eyes and Wendy walked up to me, holding my hands in hers, "Oh, you're such a cutie! Congratulations on your debut!"

"I hope we can become great friends!" Irene spoke now, nodding her head vigorously.

"We're your Unnies now," Seulgi stepped up. "We're good friends with Ji-woo. She told us to take care of you if you ever want to get away from these hyungs." She grinned teasingly toward Bangtan and EXO.

"We'll protect you from haters as well," Yeri added. "It's a good thing you're in a boy group. You won't have to face a lot of girl group drama."

"If you need anything, just ask," Joy said before looking to the boys behind me. "Are you guys doing anything after the show? Do you think we can join you?"

"We're not doing anything," Kai shook his head, tucking his hands into his pockets. "But if you want to make plans, we're down."

"I'd love for all of us to hang out, if that's okay with you," I looked between them and Jin hummed in contemplation before giving a single nod.

"Then let's all hang out! EXO, Bangtan, and Red Velvet."

"Noona and Yeon-hee noona should be waiting for us," Hoseok said. "Kai hyung, will Jennie be joining us too?"

"I will be," Jennie had left the rest of the girls in BLACKPINK, making her way toward us before meeting my eyes. "Congratulations on your debut, Ha-Neul. I look forward to seeing future performances with you."

"Gomaweo, Unnie," I bowed before her, holding my hands in front of me. "Shall we head out?"

"Let's!" Xiumin exclaimed with joy and we made our way off of the stage.

I descended the steps, the girls of Red Velvet staying close beside me and breaking into giggles and amiable conversation. They were the sweetest girls I had ever met and it seemed in addition to Ji-woo, I had gained five older sisters.

******

"Chan oppa!" the girl standing beside Ji-woo waved toward Chanyeol. She had a round face with pink cheeks, and her brown hair was tied into a bun. She wore a white coat over her pink dress. I found her to be rather cute. She must be very close with the rapper of EXO. "You did great tonight!"

"Gomaweo," he smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. I came to the conclusion that they were dating.

"You all did great," Ji-woo said before she looked to the girls of Red Velvet, "and I take it you've met Ha-Neul?"

"We did," Seulgi answered. "you were right. She is the cutest little thing I've ever seen."

"Looks like we're going to be spoiling her rotten," Joy said mischievously. "We've always wanted a little sister to dress in cute clothes and scold when she's crushing on a really bad boy!"

Chanyeol turned away from his girlfriend and faced me, "Ha-Neul, this is Yeon-hee, my childhood friend and girlfriend."

"Y-You're the newest member of Bangtan!" She choked, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "I-It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Likewise, Unnie," I replied. "You're very cute. I can tell you take very good care of Chanyeol oppa."

"Your face is turning red again," he teased, pushed a finger against her cheek and she pouted, pressing her hand against her face.

"Oh no! M-My face--!" She whined. "The last time this happened was when you moved back into your Hal-abeoji's house!"

"So, what should we do?" Taehyung asked. "Eat and drink?"

"Korean barbeque and hot pot!" Chen raised a hand. "Let's go all out tonight!"

"I agree with Chen hyung," Namjoon said. "let's do some damage tonight. We won't be able to hang out like this until the next award show."

"Drinks are on Suho hyung," Sehun called said, which prompted Suho to cock an eyebrow.

"You never pay!"

"Because I'm the maknae," Sehun counter with a mischievous smirk.

"Onward!" Jimin pouted outward and everyone began to walk down the street before I heard my phone go off in my bag.

I opened my clutch and saw Halmeoni's number on the screen. I looked to my seniors and told them, "I have to take this. You go on without me."

"Is everything alright?" Jungkook asked and I gave him an assuring nod.

"My Halmeoni is calling. She must have seen the award show."

"One of us should stay with you," Wendy said. "We wouldn't want you getting lost."

"Sehun is staying with her," Hoseok said quickly.

"Huh?" he asked and Suho smirked, patting his arm. Sehun exhaled and puffed out his cheeks for several moments before nodding. "Alright. I'll stay with her."

"We'll text you the restaurant's location," Yoongi said. "Keep her safe alright?"

"Of course," he said before he watched the others leave, and Sehun and I were left standing alone on the sidewalk.

I placed the phone to my ear and answered, "Yeoboseyo, Halmeoni?"

"Ha-Neul?" I heard her kind voice. "I just saw the award show! I'm so proud of you! I'm happy those hyungs have been taking such good care of you. They seem to love you a lot."

"Gomaweo," I replied, holding onto the strap of my clutch. "it's because of you that we earned that award. You inspired me to become an idol after all."

"I know you're going to go very far," she laughed. "now, are you eating properly? Are you getting enough sleep?"

"Ne, Halmeoni," I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Jin oppa is making sure I eat well and Ji-woo unnie made very comfortable sheets for me to sleep with."

"Good, good," she sighed with relief. "you keep smiling, hmm? Bless your sweet heart."

"I'll visit you soon," I assured her. "I miss you so much."

"I miss you too," she replied and I heard that underlying loneliness in her tone despite the joy in her words. "And bring those handsome hyungs with you when you come home! I want to make them a meal as thanks for keeping you happy and healthy."

"Ne, annyeong!" I sang and the call ended. I tucked my phone into my bag, traces of homesickness stinging at my heart. I have lived in Seoul for less than a month and I already felt like it had been far too long since I had seen her. I could feel the tears in my eyes but I blinked them away, turning to face Sehun, who waited patiently for me to end the call, his hands tucked into his black coat. "Shall we?"

He turned to me and nodded, and we walked down the street in silence. I listened as cars passed through the streets, music playing in the small convenience stores. The silence was becoming awkward and I wasn't sure what to do. Even so, I tried speaking up, looking toward the older group's maknae, "Oppa...?"

"Hmm?" He asked, dark eyes resting me. "What is it?"

I furrowed my brows and gave a little bow, "Mianhe... you had to stay with me in the freezing cold..."

"It's alright," I saw the corners of his lips tug into a soft smile. "I wouldn't have left you to stand in the cold alone, and we'll be indoors soon anyway," he stared straight as we walked. "How is your Halmeoni?"

"She's doing well," I replied. "She was ecstatic about the award show."

"You did very well," he chuckled. "you deserved it."

"You did a great job too," I urged. "You put a lot of effort into your choreography. I couldn't look away. It makes me want to work harder."

"Don't work too hard," he warned me. "or your Halmeoni will worry."

"That's true," I agreed before I noticed he had come to a stop. I turned around and tilted my head in inquiry, wondering why he had stopped walking. "Gwenchanayo?"

He answered with a nod before asking, "If it's alright with you... would you like to visit Vivi sometimes? He really likes you... and... it would make me happy as well... if you came to see me..." there was a soft blush on his milky white skin and I could feel my own heat on my cheeks as well.

"U-Um," I stammered, looking at my feet. "S-Sure... I would love to..."

"Ah, that makes me happy," he breathed and I raised my head again, wondering if I had heard him correctly, but before I could do anything, his tall figure glided across the pavement and closed the distance between us.

My eyes widened as his large, calloused hands cupped my face and I felt his soft lips press against mine. I made a surprised sound, my heart pushing against my chest. I felt like I was melting, and all sound seemed to disappear, the world becoming empty with just the two of us left standing. He tasted so sweet, and I could smell the musky scent of his cologne--A&F Ferrari, I believe. His eyelashes were long and dark, and I caught the softness of eyeliner along them.

I closed my eyes, giving into his touch and kissing him back. Just what had gotten into me? I didn't even know him for too long and we're already kissing each other? Despite these thoughts reeling in my head, I didn't dare pull away... because deep down, I felt the same way.

MASTERLIST

#bts #exo #oh sehun