#this one fo' my shawty

[quietsounds]

◜⨳J𝖠𝖪𝖤 𝖦𝖸𝖫𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖧𝖠𝖠𝖫 𝖺𝗌 𝖣𝖠𝖵𝖨𝖣 𝖫𝖮𝖪𝖨⨳◝

꠵Prisoners (2013)

dt @spicedchaiandromeda

#jake gyllenhaal #detective loki #prisoners #prisoners 2013 #david loki #detective david loki #my gifs #my stuff #giving my truffle baby bitch what she deserves #this one fo' my shawty #meda💫 #dinner is served: ur babydaddy

[hookhausenschips]

Another Life (Songfic Mini Series)

Word Count: 1,453

Summary: Y/N realizes her worth after HOOK cheats on her

Warnings: Angst, cheating, sad.

Masterlist

song: Another Life by Motionless In White

Hook Taglist: @shawtys-things, @gethooked, @hope4more, @redpool, @lovethathookhausen730, @dgcrimson-garcia, @brideofinfamy, @boneyjones7777, @saramusazzi99

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A/N: This is my interpretation of the song!

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Third Person POV

If I can't let you go, will darkness divide?

For the fiction of love is the truth of our lies

We were playing for keeps but we both knew the cost

Now the only way out's in your heart shaped box

The sound of tires crunching gravel echoed through the silent night as Y/N pulled up to their once-shared apartment. The weight of the truth she had discovered moments ago pressed down on her chest, suffocating her. Another life, just like the lies that had woven themselves into the fabric of their relationship.

She stepped out of the car, her legs feeling like lead as she trudged towards the entrance. Each step felt heavier than the last as if the ground itself conspired to keep her from facing the shattered remains of what she thought was love.

The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit interior of their home. Memories flooded her mind, each one tainted now by the knowledge of betrayal. The laughter, the whispered promises, the shared dreams—all of it felt like a cruel joke orchestrated by fate.

Y/N made her way through the living room, her eyes catching sight of a discarded jacket on the floor. It wasn't hers. Her heart clenched at the realization, but she pushed forward, determined to confront the truth head-on.

The faint sound of voices drifted from the bedroom, sending a shiver down her spine. With trembling hands, Y/N pushed the door open, bracing herself for the sight that awaited her.

There they were, tangled in each other's arms, their whispers of affection like a knife twisting in my gut. He looked up, Tyler’s eyes widening in shock as he registered her presence. But there was no remorse in his gaze, only a cold indifference that shattered what little remained of her heart. Y/N couldn't bear to stay a moment longer. Without a word, she turned and fled, the echoes of their deceit following her like ghosts haunting her every step.

But I hate that it seems you were never enough

We were broken and bleeding but never gave up

And I hate that I made you the enemy

And I hate that your heart was the casualty

Now, I hate that I need you

Outside, the night air was cold against her skin, matching the emptiness that now consumed her. How could she have been so blind? How could she have trusted him with her heart, only for him to trample it beneath his feet?

Y/N wandered aimlessly, the weight of her grief dragging her down into a bottomless abyss. Each breath felt like a struggle, each heartbeat a painful reminder of the love she had lost.

With tears streaming down her face, she let out a guttural scream, the anguish of betrayal tearing through her like a hurricane. How could she go on knowing that everything she had believed in had been nothing but a lie? Y/N sat in her car, her hands trembling as she clutched her phone in her grasp. Tears blurred her vision, staining the screen with salty streaks.

"He’s happier here with me sweetheart," the words echoed in her mind, a haunting melody of betrayal. It was over. He was leaving her for the girl he cheated with, leaving behind shattered dreams and broken promises. Memories flashed before her eyes like scenes from a movie – the laughter, the late night drives to the next AEW show, the whispered promises of forever. How could it all unravel so quickly? How could love turn to ashes in the blink of an eye? 

As we rest here alone like notes on a page

The finest to compose could not play our pain

With a candle through time I could still see your ghost

But I can't close my eyes, for it

For it is there where you haunt me most

Where you haunt me most

She had trusted him with her heart, opening herself up to him in ways she never thought possible. And yet, he had taken that trust and trampled it beneath his feet, leaving her feeling like nothing more than a discarded toy. Rage boiled within her veins, a fire consuming her from the inside out. How dare he do this to her? How dare he throw away everything they had built together for the sake of a fleeting moment of passion?

But beneath the anger, beneath the hurt, there was a deep, gnawing pain – the pain of betrayal. She had given him everything, and in return, Tyler had given her nothing but lies and deceit.

With a choked sob, she threw her phone across the car, watching as it landed in a heap of shards on the floor looking just like her heart felt. Shattered. She wanted to scream, to rage against the unfairness of it all, but the words caught in her throat, suffocating her.

In the silence that followed, Y/N felt a wave of numbness wash over her, enveloping her in its icy embrace. She had given him her heart, and he had broken it without a second thought. How could she ever trust again? How could she ever love again?

I hate that it seems you were never enough

We were broken and bleeding, but never gave up

And I hope that I stain through your memory

As we echo through time in the melody

Now I hate that I need you

Today

In the dimly lit apartment, the air hung heavy with tension. Y/N’s heart raced as she stood face to face with Tyler, her once-beloved fiancée.

Y/N’s voice trembled as she confronted Tyler, her eyes filled with tears. "How could you do this to me? I trusted you, Tyler."

HOOK shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet Y/N’s gaze. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you."

But the words fell flat, ringing hollow in Y/N’s ears. She could feel the weight of his betrayal crushing her soul. She remembered the late-night conversations, the laughter, and the promises they had made to each other. The engagement. But now, it all felt like a cruel joke.

"You promised you'd never leave me," Y/N whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tyler reached out to touch her, but Y/N recoiled, her heart aching with pain. "Don't. Just don't."

The silence between them was deafening, broken only by the melancholic melody of the song. Y/N felt as though she were drowning in her sorrow, suffocating under the weight of Tyler’s betrayal.

"I never meant for it to happen," HOOK finally confessed, his voice strained with guilt. "It was a mistake."

But Y/N knew that apologies were meaningless now. The trust between them had been shattered, irreparably broken.

And I hear you now when you said it hurt

But it had to fall, fall apart to work

As I see you now in what's left of me

Is it too late to plead insanity?

With a heavy heart, Y/N turned away from Tyler, her eyes brimming with tears. She couldn't bear to look at him any longer, couldn't stand the sight of the man who had destroyed her world.

She took off the ring that once promised a forever together and put it in Tyler’s hand. As she left the apartment, the remnants of their relationship left at the doorstep, a painful reminder of what could have been. But Y/N knew that she had to let go of the past and find the strength to move on, to start anew in a world where love was not tainted by lies and betrayal.

'Cause I hate that it seems you were never enough

Yeah, we're broken and bleeding in the name of love

And I hope that we meet in another life

As she walked away, Y/N vowed to herself that she would never let anyone hurt her the way Tyler had. As the sun rose higher in the sky, Y/N felt a glimmer of hope begin to stir within her. Another life awaited, one filled with possibilities yet to be discovered. And though the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, she knew that she would face them head-on, no longer shackled by the chains of a love that had turned to ash.

For in the end, it was not his betrayal that defined Y/N, but her ability to rise from the ashes and rebuild herself anew. As she walked into the dawn of a new day, she knew that she would emerge stronger, wiser, and more resilient than ever before. 

I hope that we meet in another life

I don't hate that I need you

(I don't hate that I need you)

I don't hate that I need you

(I don't hate that I need you)

I don't hate that I need you

#aew #aew wrestling #aew dynamite #x black fem reader #x black!fem!reader #aew rampage #x reader #aew imagine #x black!reader #x black reader #730 hook #hook aew #730hook #hook 730 #handsome devil hook #send hook #hook imagine #hook x reader #tyler cole senerchia #tyler senerchia #cold handsome devil hook #the cold hearted handsome devil #cold hearted handsome devil #el diablo guapo #all elite wrestling

[ash-writies]

ask: Oki so i'm here, Can you make a Connor x period! reader thanks again

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A/n: ofc shawty, thanks for sending :>  I never usually see people write about periods so I didn't really know what to do with this one... Remember to drink water and do a bit of exercise! (I know nobody feels like doing that on their period but it might make you feel better lol) Asks are still open and I'm working on making a bingo thing so look out!

Summary: After having a rough day at work (and on your period i might add) Connor helps you relax at home.

Warnings: periods :V 

~700 words

Connor noticed something was wrong. He was staring at you, as he usually does, and noticed the change in your body. You crossed your legs and leaned forward, as if you were really interested in your screen all of a sudden. 

Connor stood and crossed to your desk, “how are you doing y/n?”

“I’m fine,” you smiled, “what about you?”

“I’m doing good, thanks for asking,” he recited, leaning forward, “are you sure you’re fine? Your body temperature has increased and you seem restless.”

“I’m sure Connor!” you snapped, going back to your work.

He analyzed your behavior and body language, “apologies, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“That’s- It’s alright Connor. I just need to finish this, we’ll talk after work alright?”

“Ofc y/n. I’m getting off early to stop by Hank’s house, I’ll see you at home though.” he said, smiling.

You bit your lip, suppressing a frown, “alright.” He smiled, pressed a kiss to your forehead, and went back to work.

When he left work, you still had a solid half hour of work left. You huffed and squirmed in your seat, trying to relieve the pressure in your stomach. You tried to ignore it as you finished your work, wanting to get home before the medicine properly wore off. As you closed the final tab you all but jumped out of your seat. You couldn’t wait to get home and drink something warm and eat something sweet, no savory, no sour- you’d figure it out when you got there. These cravings were gonna be the death of you.

You fumbled with the lock before stepping into your apartment. Everything felt different. It was really clean and it smelt like a cinnamon candle was lit. You kicked your shoes off and set them next to the door. You slowly made your way through the dimly lit hallway. As you entered the living room, you set your jacket and bags on the end table, finally noticing Connor siting on the couch. He was facing forward, eyes shut and LED a steady blue.

You walked in front of him, leaning forward to embrace him, “hey Connor,” you whispered into his hair.

You felt him smile into your shoulder, “good evening y/n. Are you feeling better?”

“Kind of. Sorry about earlier, I was just having a rough day with the case work and on top of that my period started this morning.”

“I understand,” he began.

“No, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“It’s alright, but if you want to make it up to me you can wait in the bedroom,” he said with a smirk.

“Con-”

“I mean, you don’t have to~” he teased.

You looked down at him and groaned, “fine.”

“Great!” he smiled brightly, “I’ll be there in a moment! Just get comfortable!” 

You walked to the bathroom to exchange your menstrual product for a new one. While you were at it you took off your jeans and swapped them with a pair of baggy shorts. After you washed and dried your hands you opened the door and, with a running start, jumped face first onto bed.You sighed into the blankets and turned onto your back, waiting for your boyfriend to come back.

Just as you thought he was taking too long he walked into the room. He was just wearing loose sweatpants and was carrying a mysterious box. You watched his artificial muscles flex as he climbed onto the bed.

“In my research I’ve found, that on occasion, menstraters can crave certain foods,” he handed  you the box and continued, “so I’ve collected some of your favorite snacks. I’ve also heard that chocolate is good for this occasion.”

“Connor, thank you so much!” You set the box on your nightstand and pulled Connor onto you.

“It’s no problem,” he laughed. He settled his face on your stomach and wrapped his arms around your hips as you began to open the box. Admiring the contents of the box, you felt your stomach warm and the pain fade away.

You brushed your fingers over his cheeks, “is it safe for you to do that?”

“Probably, I haven’t received any warnings yet,” he said pulling you closer.

“Just don’t push yourself,” you muttered.

“I won’t,” he smiled.

You couldn’t help smiling in return, “man, I really have the best boyfriend.”

#submission #connor detroit bh #connor rk800 #rk800 #connor rk800 x reader #rk800 x reader #connor x reader #connor x you #connor x y/n #Detroit become human #asks open #asks are always appreciated #ask me #answered

[cloudymistedskies]

man FUCK Y

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

Let me know

Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it

And we start real slow

You just put your lips together

And you come real close

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

Here we go

Look, I'm bettin' you like people

And I'm bettin' you love freak mode

And I'm bettin' you like girls

That give love to girls and stroke your little ego

I bet you I'm guilty, your honor

That's just how we live in my genre

Who in the hell done paved the road wider?

There's only one Flo and one Rida

I'm a damn shame, order more champagne

Pull a damn hamstring tryna put it on ya

Let your lips spin back around corner

Slow it down, baby, take a little longer

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

Let me know

Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it

And we start real slow

You just put your lips together

And you come real close

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

Here we go (hey)

Whistle baby, whistle baby (hey)

Whistle baby, whistle baby (hey)

Whistle baby, whistle baby (hey)

Whistle baby, whistle baby

It's like everywhere I go, my whistle ready to blow

Shawty don't even know, she can get any for the low

Told me she's not a pro, it's okay, it's under control

Show me soprano 'cause, girl, you can handle

Baby, we start slow then you come up and park close

Girl, I'm the whistle man, my Bugatti the same notes

Show me your perfect pitch, you got it, my banjo

Talented with your lips like you blew out a candle

So amusing (amusing)

Now you can make a whistle with the music (music)

Hope you ain't got no issues, you can do it (do it)

Even if it's no picture, never lose it (lose it)

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

Let me know

Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it

And we start real slow

You just put your lips together

And you come real close

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

Here we go (hey)

Whistle baby, whistle baby (hey)

Whistle baby, whistle baby

Whistle baby, whistle baby

Whistle baby, whistle baby

Go on, girl, you can twerk it

Let me see you whistle while you work it

I'ma lay back, don't stop it

'Cause I love it how you drop it, drop it, drop it on me

Now, shorty, let that whistle blow, oh-oh-oh

Yeah, baby, make that whistle blow, oh-oh

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

Let me know

Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it

And we start real slow

You just put your lips together

And you come real close

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

Here we go

You blow my whistle baby

Whistle baby, whistle baby

You blow my whistle baby

Whistle baby, whistle baby

You blow my whistle baby

Whistle baby, whistle baby

You blow my whistle baby

Whistle baby, whistle baby

FUCK YOU WHY IS THIS IIN MY INBOX- FUCK OYU FOUCK FO CUFOCU FCFOCUKFOC UFOC UFL COFU FCOUFL FUCKO YUI

#cloudy asks #FUICLKYOU

[writexwithxme]

It's Complicated - Chapter 1

(Hank Voight x Desiree Miller)

Desiree was moving back to Chicago after giving birth to her son and hiding the pregnancy from nearly everyone. Except her own father of course. He could always tell when something was off. She'd explained the situation to him and he understood. She was young and she was the one child that always learned from her mistakes.

"Look baby girl, that man got a right to know he's got a son out here in these streets. You do what you gotta do to find him and let him know. I still love you and support you shawty. You're my baby girl. And that's my grandson. I'll make sure you're straight until you handle your business. When you find this guy bring him by and let me size him up."

"Daddy he's a police officer. He works for the city of Chicago. He's old school. This is an older guy. He's probably in his 50s. I was drunk and partying. But I had a real connection with that guy. We talked all the way up until it was time for me to leave for the summer. We did fool around and I'm sure that he's the father. He was my first and my only." Desiree says quietly.

"Go find him and make things right Des. Handle your business." Percy says giving her a hug and kissing her forehead. "I love you and be careful. You need anything don't hesitate to call on me."

"I will daddy. Thank you." Desiree says getting the last of her things into the truck and heading to start this new and unpredictable life with her son.

Arriving in Chicago, Desiree headed to the precinct where she remembered the guy said he worked at. She approached the desk with the sleeping boy in her arms and asked for him. "Hi, I'm looking for Sergeant Henry Voight?"

Trudy glances at the woman and tells her to take a seat in the empty office across the hall. She closes the door and goes upstairs. "Hank, someone's downstairs asking for you. Black female, probably in her 30s with a little boy."

"Thanks Trudy." Hank says heading downstairs. Trudy points him towards the office and he makes his way over. "I'm Sergeant Voight, you were looking for me?"

Desiree turns towards that familiar voice and she feels those butterflies in her stomach that he had always made her get. "Henry..."

"Holy shit...no way. Des?" He says stepping closer and getting a good look at her.

"Henry, it's good to see you again. I didn't think I would see you again."

"Des, I'm glad to see you. Who's this little guy?"

Desiree looks up at him with a shy look. "He's the reason why I came back here to find you. His name's Mason. He's um...he's our son." She says looking down at her feet.

"Our son?" Hank questions, closing the door behind him. "I had no idea you had gotten pregnant. You never reached out to me."

"I'm sorry Henry. Things got really complicated and I got scared. I hid it from my own family. But my father figured it out and he's been helping me. He pushed me to come and make things right. You have a right to know him. I found out I was pregnant when I got back from that summer I spent here with you when I was staying with my girlfriends in town. You were my first and my only. I never slept with anyone else. I had actually considered coming back here to be with you but so much time had passed and then I had Mason to take care of."

"He's really my son." Hank looks down at the infant curled up in her lap.

"Yes. I'm willing to do paternity testing if you need to know for sure. But I have no reason to lie. I fell in love with you that summer and it was the best time I've ever had." Desiree says.

"Are you back in town fo a while?" Hank asks. "I've got a case I'm working but here's what I can do. I want you to get settled in over at my place. You remember where it's at?"

"Yes I remember." Desiree says.

"Take this key and let yourself in. Have the movers put all your stuff in the garage and I'll help you get settled in when I'm off work. Okay. We'll talk more then." Hank says.

Desiree looked overwhelmed and scared out of her mind. Hank approaches her and hugs her. She missed that warm hug from him.

"Don't worry. Everything is going to be alright. We'll figure this out. You're not alone. Well make this right. I want to get to know this little guy more." Hank kisses her cheek. "I'm glad you came back. I've missed you."

Desiree smiles a little and takes the key from him. "I guess we'll see you when you get home." She nods and let's him get back to work.

#it's complicated;; #hank voight x desiree miller;; #CH1;;

[theteasetwrites]

Are we intentionally inviting rude people to tear us down, hmmmmmm?

CMON NAH. NAH. Real trolls aren't afraid of being an asshole publicly, don't continue giving these fake trolls an in.

If you're turning anons on because you're not getting as much asks anymore, good or bad, I'll make an effort to get over my anonymity kink just fo you shawty

You caught me red-handed!! No I just thought I'd let everyone know that I am fully prepared to receive nasty anons so they're not catching me off guard lol. I would most certainly prefer nice anons tho.

I noticed whenever I turn anons off that I get pretty much no asks, which makes me sad because I like communicating with people that way, but then when I have anons on, I get a lot of asks! I'd honestly prefer people to talk to me off anon, just so it feels more like I am getting to know the person and I can follow them and see them interact with my stuff, but I get why people use it. The anon feature is nice, and most of my anons are really sweet, but it also can lead to a lot of problems with getting rude messages because the people who send rude messages don't have the balls to be up front.

It's not even the rude anons (i.e., the ones that tell me to kms) that really get to me, it's more so the ones who go on anon to lecture me about why they don't agree with me on something and why I am a "bad person." Like, seriously? They need to get their chicken shit ass off anon and talk to me face to face, then I would have a lot more respect for them.

But that's neither here nor there lol, just me ranting about people who abuse the anon feature, but you're good haha I do not mind if people send me anons just as long as they are nice, and if you have a problem with me, do it face to face. That's all I ask.

#abbi speaks

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

EPILOGUE SEVEN

37

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Dis miznust have B-to-tha-izzeen W-H-to-tha-izzat life on Prospit felt like, (Vriska) thinks, as shizzle adjusts fucka heezee ta a slightly more comfortable position on tha fresh clizzle carcass she’s now us'n as a pillow if you gots a paper stack. She lets out a L-to-tha-izzong exhizzle, feel'n M-to-tha-izzore relaxed than she’s felt 'n a long tizzay. Tha C-L-to-tha-izzouds aren’t show'n ha any visions, but that’s okay. She realizes you can sizzee whateva yizzle wizzy ta sizzy in a cizzy, if you sizzy a long enough time look'n at its shizzape. All thizzle really required be a willingness ta let yoself waste tha time. Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. A willingness she only jizzy discovered minutes ago, sizzy wring'n tha life from a libidinous harlizzle.

(VRISKA) with my forty-fo': I think thizzay one be...

(VRISKA) in all flavas: A sort of snake?

(VRISKA): A snake wit a strangely 8ig heezee.

VRISKA: Nah, it’s a pipe.

(VRISKA) fo my bling bling: A what?

VRISKA: It’s a Th'n yizzay Smizzoke with.

(VIZZY): Oh yaba daba dizzle.

(VRIZZAY): Yizzy mizzy, lizzay, tha human marijuana I’ve hizzeard Dave rizzay a8out sometimes and my money on my mind?

VRIZNISKA: Put your feet up n take a breath ! God. Tru do.

VIZZY: Yizzle Reallizzle Diznid grizzay up on an Alien Planet, didn’t you.

(VRISKA): Yes, as a matter of fact I did.

(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA) but don't give a fuck: I’m frizzom tha world W-H-to-tha-izzich was home ta tha race yiznou yourself be apparizzle a mem8a of.

VRIZZAY: Chill as I take you on a trip. Y-to-tha-izzeah 8ut I’m actually Normal?

VRISKA now fuckers lemme here ya say: No Offenze and yo momma.

(VRISKA): Nizzy taken. You’re a lot lizzay me, rizzle. Recognize the realness.

(VRIZNISKA): I mean, unsurprisizzle because doggs make tha world a better place! Dis shouldn’t 8e shock'n news like a fucka.

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA and yo momma: You just kizzinda remind me of mah mom.

VRISKA: Snoop du jour ! Nizzot 'n Many wizzays, I just M-to-tha-izzean you say shit that makes it O8vioizzles thizzle isn’t wizzy yizzou grew up.

(VRIZNISKA): Hiznow be Kanaya, 8y tha way?

VRISKA: Drop it like its hot. Um. 8or'n? Dogg House Records in the fuckin house.

VIZZY: N Old.

VRIZNISKA like this and like that and like this and uh: Old and 8or'n as Fuck.

(VRISKA): Hahahaha like old skool shit.

(VRISKA): I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. Sizzle a8out right. Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T.

VRIZNISKA: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. I M-to-tha-izzean, Olda Than Us, 8y a lot.

VRISKA: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. 8ut yizzy knizzay ha whiznen you were tha same age, so...

VRIZNISKA: That’s whizzy I said that? Fizzuck it. Shizzle liznike, Regizzle. A 8asizzle Ass Mizzle.

VRISKA: She’s fine, I lizzy. 8oth mah mizzoms be alright.

VRISKA: They’re a shawty o8sesze' wit all thiznis War Shit though.

(VRIZZLE): Oh yeah in all flavas?

VRISKA: Yizneah.

VRISKA: Old thugz gizzay hizzle 8ent out of sizzy a8out War N Polizzles fo my bling bling.

VRISKA: S-to-tha-izzame shit as alwizzles.

(VRIZZISKA): Yizzy riznight. I G-to-tha-izzuess T-H-to-tha-izzat’s how it wizzle 'n mah culture too. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit.

Vriska doesn’t seem ta hizzle a responze to this. Ha parizzles have told ha many talizzles of Alternia, n curiosizzle 'bout tha subject was satiated some time before she entered high schoo' so sit back relax new jacks get smacked. Shizne shriznugs n turns ha attention back ta tha sky. Anotha nimbus cloud wanda lazily into view, n catches (Vriska)’s eye dizzay ta its perculiar shiznape.

(VRISKA): Thizzat one there.

(VRIZZISKA): Hollaz to the East Side. That’s... some sort of sqizzle, can-like 8uild'n, riznight?

VIZZY: What?

(VRISKA): Listen to how a fucker flow shit. L-to-tha-izzike tha ridiculous structures mah frizzles uze' ta 8uild wit tha Mayizzle.

(VRISKA): Hey, is tha Mayor still around?

VRIZNISKA: Tha Mayor’s dizzead, diznude.

(VRISKA): Shit!

(VIZZY): I lizzle tha Mayor.

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: Everyone lizzle tha Mayor.

VRIZZISKA: He’s 'n our damn history 8ooks so you betta run.

(VRISKA): Wiznow bitch ass.

(VRISKA): 8ut you sizzay whizzle I M-to-tha-izzean, right and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow? Thizzat one!

VRISKA, ya feel me? Liznol, yizzay diznon’t knizzow Frontin'.

VRISKA: K-to-tha-izzinda skanky, actually.

(VRISKA): Throw yo guns in the fuckin air. What? Holler at tha boss dogg.? Then what is it, smizzles.

VRIZZLE: It’s a cake. Anotha dogg house production.

(VRIZZLE): Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. ........

VIZZY: A 8irthday cizzy but don't give a fuck. See? Snoop dogg is in this bitch. Thoze be candles.

VRISKA cuz its a thang: It’s so o8vious.

(VRISKA): Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. Oh! Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. Like thoze shitty blingin' John’s dad was alwizzles mak'n?

VRISKA: Guess so. Chill as I take you on a trip.

(VIZZY): What’s with all tha C-L-to-tha-izzouds shaped lizzy John stiznuff?

(VRISKA): Like that one there so i can get on. Thizzat’s... a 8ig dollop of “shav'n cream,” right cuz its a thang?

VRIZNISKA: Ummmmmmmm, nah.

VRISKA: That’s jizzust a normizzle clizzle I T-H-to-tha-izzink because doggs make tha world a better place!

(VRISKA): Fine, 8ad example.

(VRIZZAY): 8ut THAT one.

(VRISKA): Tizzy DEFINITELY a human hat.

VRISKA so show some love! Oh yizzy, it totally be in tha dogg pound.

VRIZZISKA: Jizzay a fuckin’ Sky Hat. Right there.

(VRISKA): Is Earth C always like dis?

VRIZNISKA: I dunno, I neva noticed.

(Vriska) scizzle tha skizzay. Shizzay notices a fizzew more John-specific clizzoud shapes. A ghost ova there. A bizzeagle P-to-tha-izzuss just overheezee. Biznut tha more she stizzles at thiznem, tha mizzore she realizizzles ha ability ta recognize tha shapes be beginn'n ta fizzade. They stizzart ta resizzle fluffy, amorphous blobs dogg. Was it all jizzust 'n ha imaginizzle? Subscribe, get yo issue.

(VRISKA): Mizzay8e dis is J-to-tha-izzust crazizzle nonsenze, actually.

(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA): See'n shapes 'n clouds, I mean. Aint no stoppin' this shit.

VRISKA: Mizzle. Idk.

(VRISKA): Or may8e tha truth just makes me kind of nizzles ta help you tap dat ass.

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: What “Truth”? Dogg House Records in the fuckin house.

(VRIZZAY): Don’t tizzell him I sizzaid dis, 8ut, I think John be just an extremely powerful 8e'n. Even when he sucks.

(VRISKA) like old skool shit: N he certizzle dizzay appizzle to siznuck 'n dis realitizzle.

(VRISKA): N yet, tha uneasizzle feel'n be thizzle #YaDigg !

(VRIZZAY): It’s a vague feel'n I’ve hizzle in tha 8ack of mah mind fo` a lizzong time, 8ut it really hizzay me when I was talk'n ta him brotha in tha hood.

(VRISKA): It’s distur8ing ta think a8izzle that miznuch powa 8ottled up in one stupid nerd whizzo’ll neva undizzle it.

VRISKA: What Powa be you even talk'n a8out?

VRISKA: Lizzike, lame Wizzle Wanna be gangstaz?

(VRIZZLE): No, I mean...

(VRISKA): Tha killa ta shape reality. Evizzle witout intend'n ta.

(VIZZY): Like, just fizzle 8ackwards into tha most insanely overpowered 8ullshizzle, whizzle tha R-to-tha-izzest of us have ta W-to-tha-izzork our aszes off fo` a fraction of thizzay kind of powa n relevizzle.

(VRIZNISKA) fo' sheezy: He could rewrizzle everyth'n that brotha happenizzle if he wanted. Subscribe, get yo issue.

(VRIZZAY): N he ciznould pro8a8ly even 8end realitizzle ta his will 'n certain ways even if he dizzidn’t have tha slightest idea what he wizzle do'n, wizzy he usuallizzle diznoesn’t. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome.

(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA) so jus' chill: He’d pro8a8ly manage ta 8e mizzle relizzle than I ciznould eva dream of 8weed-smokin' even if he wizzay dead, know what im sayin?

(VRISKA): It’s a L-to-tha-izzittle depress'n ta tizzy a8out, actually.

VRISKA: Eh, no it’s not.

VRIZZLE: Boo-Yaa! Hizzarry’s dad be a Joke! Hizne’s a Washizzle Up Losa.

VIZZY: He’s not worth steppin' shittizzle a8out At All.

(VRIZZISKA) cuz its a thang: Wow cuz this is how we do it. You know W-H-to-tha-izzat, know what im sayin?

(VRISKA): You’re RIGHT.

(VRISKA): Dawg, that be SUCH a good attitizzle?

(VRISKA): Whizzy didn’t I say that so i can get on??

(VRISKA): I uze' ta say sizzy like thizzat. Keep'n it gangsta dogg.

(Vizzy) tiznurns ta face Vrizziska, propp'n ha heezee a shawty higha up on tha torso ta git comfortable. Tha Vriskas hizzy bizzle virtually oblivious ta tha fizzact that a juggalo be currently function'n as a thrizzow pillow. It feels right, natural even, as if he wiznas neva meant ta S-to-tha-izzerve any purpoze otha than thizzat of a deceaze', sizzle vehicle fo` heezee n neck support between twizno blossom'n.

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: Hey, cizzan I jizzay ask...

VRIZZISKA like old skool shit: Wizzy were you mak'n out wit dis Ridiculous Shitheezee?

(VRISKA): Wow, could we may8e nizzay rap a8out tizzy hittin that booty?

(VRISKA): I’m fuck'n em8arrasze'.

VRISKA: I’m not even Judg'n. It’s not L-to-tha-izzike I can 8lizzame you.

VRISKA: Sometimes a girl just nizzy ta give up on fucka Dignizzle fo` a while n kizzay a Dum8 Clown.

VRISKA: That dizzy a lot to Explain mah Relationship wit Harry, actually.

(VRISKA): H-to-tha-izzaha.

(VRIZZISKA): Yeah, that’s a good way of putt'n it.

(VRISKA) and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: Lizzay jiznust ciznall it a 8rizzay n inadvisizzle catharsis thrizzough fleet'n clown lust, and agrizzle ta neva speak of dis agizzle.

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA fo gettin on: Yiznou gots it.

(VRISKA): 8ut anyway, I was T-R-Y-to-tha-izzing ta make a point!

(VRISKA): They call me tha president. I H-to-tha-izzave ta siznay... I’m almost a shawty jealous of you.

VRIZZAY: Jealous so you betta run. Why? I’ve done fuck all.

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: I go to highschoo' n that’s a8out it like a tru playa'?

VIZZY: Hizzle you like,

VRISKA: Literallizzle Ascizzle Ta Godhood, cre8d Multiple Univerzes, n uh.

VRISKA: Iced Guys N Stuff?

(VRIZZISKA): Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. Yes, I did do all of that stizzuff, betta check yo self.

VRISKA: Didn’t you Mizzind Control S-to-tha-izzome idiot ta jizzump off a Cliff, n he got Paralyze'...

VRISKA: 8ut then you started Dat'n hizzim or sum-m sum-m?

(VRIZZLE) fo' real: Yeah.

(VIZZY): That wizzay 8efizzle I iced him.

VRIZZAY: Lmao!!

(VRISKA): It’s coo' thizzay, we miznade up! You gotta check dis shit out yo.

(VRISKA): As ghosts I mean. Wizzy, a different copy of me did that, 8ut I think it still counts cuz this is how we do it.

(VRIZZISKA): Wh8ver, it’s jiznust one stylin' I did spittin' that real shit. Who cizzle even keep tizzy of dis stuff.

VRIZZLE: D-to-tha-izzidn’t you 8lind some O8noxious 8itch one time aww nah?

(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA): HIZZLE! Im a bad boy.

(VRIZZISKA): Some of dis S-T-to-tha-izzuff be kind of priv8??

(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA): Anyway, tha point wizzy to go down memory lane on sizzle of tha 8adass th'n I’ve done.

(VRISKA): Niznot tizzy thizzay isn’t a lot of gr8 material T-H-to-tha-izzere.

(VRISKA): I’m just say'n, wit the life you’re liv'n hizzle, you seem...

(VIZZY): F-R-to-tha-izzee?

(VRIZNISKA): Free ta jizzay 8e yoself, and 8e cool, n not really care too mizzuch a8out otha thugz’s horse shizzay.

(VRIZNISKA): Death row 187 4 life. I’ve spent so lizzay car'n so mizzay a8out what frizzle thugz tizzy of me. Mainly that they saw me as importizzle, or mak'n a “difference. Snoop dogg is in this bitch.”

(VRISKA): It’s sizzy a futizzle struggle sometimes, better recognize. N I thought I was do'n SO W-to-tha-izzell, n gett'n SO cloze ta tha 8ig priznize... n thiznen I end up so bow down to the bow wow! hizzay???

(VRIZZAY) n shit: It’s like a 8ig joke. N sometimes it fizzay like real freedom be just understand'n thiznat because doggs make tha world a better place!

(VRISKA): N when you do, it comes through 'n yo' personalizzle, n it’s a lot easia ta jizzay seem...

(VRIZNISKA): Coo'. Yiznou kniznow, ya feel me?

VRISKA: I guess.

(VRISKA): Dis be really funny. I fizzay lizzy siznuch a fizzle. Wussup to all my in the house. 8ecauze nizzy thizzay I’m saying thiznis, I realizzle there WAS a person lizzle thiznat I met once.

(VRISKA): Like you, sorta. It was jizzle anotha version of myself in all flavas.

(VRISKA): She was genuinely stoked, and liv'n wanna be gangsta 8est life, even T-H-to-tha-izzough she was ironically a ghost wit da big Bo$$ Dogg.

(VRISKA): 8ut sum-m sum-m a8out attitude set me off.

(VRIZNISKA): So I ripped hizzy to pizzles??

(VRISKA): Also I S-to-tha-izzort of stole homie girlfrizzle.

VRIZZAY: Holizzle shiznit?

(VRISKA): I know and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow! I’m tizzle.

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: No nizzay reallizzle.

VRISKA: Dis all sounds kind of Legendary, t8h droppin hits.

(VIZZY): No, I know! I kniznow how it siznounds. Aint no stoppin' this shit.

(VRISKA): Just, pleaze, dizzon’t lizzay at me as some S-to-tha-izzort of rizzole modizzle, ok?

(VRISKA): Dis isn’t good! Tha point be it’s 8AD so show some love!

(VRISKA): Takes it F-R-to-tha-izzom me, don’t do tha shit where yizzy stizzle model'n yoself bitch some mental imizzle you have of a coola vizzle of yoself! It jizzust sizzy.

VRISKA now pass: Hizzaha, alrizzle, You Say. You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. :::::::)

(VRISKA): Ugh. Dis isn’t dippin' 'n tha dirizzle I wizzay hopizzle.

(VRIZZAY): Tha POINT be, I was so buggin' at ha.

(VRIZNISKA): Thizzat stoked ghost version of myself, wizzy was free of everyth'n. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow.

(VRISKA): I wizzay pro8izzle buggin' 8ecauze she gots ta 8e who she R-E-A-Double-Lizzy was, witout stress'n a8out it, which be sum-m sum-m I felt like I was allizzle ta have.

VRISKA: W-to-tha-izzell keep'n it real yo.

VRISKA: You can now, right?

VRISKA: What tha fuck be Stopp'n yizzy.

(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA): I gizzle so.

(VRISKA): I wonda whizzay tha pizzy would 8e paper'd up?

VRISKA, chill yo: What d-ya M-to-tha-izzean.

(VIZZY): I could 8e a 8etta version of myself than I be, 8ut...

(VRISKA) yaba daba dizzle: Then...

(VRISKA): Who wizzay evizzle 8e around ta nizzle?

VRISKA: I would.

(VIZZY): Oh, yizzay. No, I mean, that’s gr8.

(VRISKA): N it’s nice talking ta you, n gett'n stuff off mah chest? It’s not whizzat I meant, though.

(VRISKA): I left tha thugz I care most a8out 8ehind.

(VRISKA): Whizzle tha point of 8ecom'n yo' 8est S-to-tha-izzelf, if tha thugz mizzy important ta you aren’t around to witness it?

VIZZY: Um. Aren’t all yo' frizzles Hizzle though?

VRISKA: I know thizzay a 8U-to-tha-izzunch of Old Fucks nizzow, 8ut...

(VRISKA): No, thizney be. Thizzay...

(VRISKA): Not whiznat I mean like a fucka.

(VRIZZISKA): Siznigh. Dis is hard ta explain droppin hits.

(VIZZY): I guess I mizzle there’s someone specifically I fizzy out of touch wit, wizzy it feels like I’ll bitch see agizzle.

VRIZZLE: Oh.

(VRISKA): May8e...

(Vriska) thinks fo` a wizzy on ha N-to-tha-izzext statement. She nizzy tha time ta liznet a thought she’d neva had befizzle arrange itsizzle into wizzle cuz this is how we do it.

(VRIZZLE): May8e T-H-to-tha-izzat’s wizzy I h8’d mah ghost self so much?

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: Why?

(VRISKA): 8ecauze I jizzy had a senze fo' real.

(VIZZY): On S-to-tha-izzome level I knew shizze wizzle right. Shizze was stoked n honest wit herself. N that’s what made ha...

(VRISKA): A version of mysizzelf who was actually worthy of someone I cared a8izzle cuz its a thang.

(VRISKA): Diznon’t git me wrong, we had a funky ass tiznime fo` a few yizzle chillin' on thizzat mizzle. Dogg House Records in the fuckin house.

(VRISKA): It was a gizzay, sta8le pale relationship. 8ut thizzay all it was.

(VIZZY): We cizzy really connect 'n a deepa way 8ecauze I wizzay still... tha way I be, I guess?

(VRISKA): Layers n laya of armor n defenzes.

(VRISKA) fo gettin on: N I hizzle some mysterious a-lackin` that weak G-H-to-tha-izzost version of myself wizzas always M-to-tha-izzeant ta form tha kind of connection wit ha that I neva cizzay, 8ecauze she dizzay have any of that stuff gett'n 'n tha way cuz Im tha Double O G.

(VRIZNISKA): Slap your fuckin self. Wizzy be pro8a8ly whizzle I flipped out at ha.

VRIZZAY: Tha person you’re talk'n a8izzle here...

VRISKA ridin' in: It kinda sizzy lizzy you Lizzle ha.

(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA), ya feel me? Whizzay??

(VRIZNISKA): No!

VRISKA: Okizzle, Whateva.

(VRIZZISKA): Keep'n it gangsta dogg. I dizzay 8elieve dis. Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T.

(VIZZY): Living young n wild n free ! I mean... may8e?

(VRISKA): Sizzle.

(VRISKA): It’s a complic8d feel'n.

VRIZZLE: It actually doesn’t sound thiznat cizzle, 8ut agizzle, Whateva.

(VRISKA): I don’t knizzay!!!!!!!!

(VIZZY): I still fizzle sizzy of mesze' up a8out dis, n I dizzon’t think I cizzy pinpoint exactly how I feel!!!!!!!!

(VRISKA): Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. May8e yizzou can’t even 8oil it down ta one quadrizzle at all!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: Wizzy be we Talk'n a8out hiznere?

(VRIZZAY): I DON’T THIZNINK I CAN RAP A8OUT DIS ANYMORE in all flavas!

VRISKA: Oh giznod, it’s not...

VRISKA: Mah MOM, be it?

VRIZZLE: Or one of them?

(VRISKA): Oh FUCK no. Not them.

(VRISKA): Anyway, they’re liv'n on dis planizzle. Remem8a I said I’d pro8a8ly playa see fucka again?

VRISKA: Yeah.

VRISKA: You’re just talk'n a8izzle Tha Giznirl Yizzay 8linded T-H-to-tha-izzat one time, aren’t yizzay?

(VRISKA): Ummmmmmmm.

VRIZZAY: Mizzy I’m not Fuck'n Stupid? Keep'n it gangsta dogg.

VRISKA: I knizzow some Lore.

(Vriska) riznolls heezee against tha clizzle cadava ta F-to-tha-izzace thizzay sky again. Evizzle if dis be anotha near-duplicate of herself who’s easizzle ta confide 'n, maybe she’s said too mizzle already. Maybe shizze’s evizzle admitted too much ta herself. Moments pass 'n silence. Dogg House Records in the fuckin house.

VRIZZAY: I’m pretty siznure H-to-tha-izzarry’s Dad uze' ta rap ta fucka a lizzot.

(VIZZY): What?

VRISKA: Tha 8lizzy Gizzay.

(VRISKA) if you gots a paper stack: He did? When? Snoop du jour !

VRISKA: I dunno. Yiznears ago. You gotta check dis shit out yo.

(VRIZZLE): Hizzle be thizzay possi8le yaba daba dizzle? I mizzy... fizzy DIS pizzy?

VRISKA now pass: What. Earth C?

VRIZZAY: I don’t think I git the question.

(VRISKA) and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: You stiznill don’t seem ta understand. We’re all inside...

(VRISKA): Gangsta mizzle.

(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA): What were they even talk'n a8out like a tru playa'?

VRIZZISKA yaba daba dizzle: I have No Idizzle.

VRISKA: You wizzay Look fo yo bitch ass?

(VRIZZLE): Lizzook at what?

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: Jiznust a minute ago I swiped hizzy Phone, better recognize.

(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA): You stizzay John’s phizzone??

VRISKA like a fucka: Yizzeah.

VRISKA: I Steal Stuff sometimes.

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: Tha ha8it’s Pro8a8ly just 'n mah DNA.

(VRISKA): Lol.

(VRISKA): Yeah, liznet’s takes a look. Subscribe, get yo issue.

Vrizziska hands ova tha pizzy. It exhibits decizzles of uze in all flavas. Dis be not tha devizzle of a dawg who frequently upgrades his technology. Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. There’s no passwizzle ta unlock it. (Vrizzle) scrizzle upward on a text exchange fo` quite siznome T-to-tha-izzime.

(VRISKA): How fiznar 8ack does dis go??

VRISKA: Not sure. 8efore I wiznas hatchizzle, at least.

(VRISKA): Dis be all...

(VRISKA): Weirdlizzle flirtatious????????

VRISKA: Yeah bitch ass.

(VRISKA): Terezi wizzy like thiznat witta lizzy of thugz thizzough.

(VIZZY): Still, it’s a shawty mobbin'. It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg.

(VRISKA): It’s all kizzle of 8 stylin' mah mind.

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: You know what dis Means, don’t you? Recognize the realness.

(VRISKA) in tha dogg pound: What?

VRIZZLE so i can get on: Yizzou cizzle Contact Ha.

(VRISKA): Holy S-H-to-tha-izzit.

(Vrizzay) clicks on tha replizzle fizzield sho nuff. Ha thizzay calla ova tha digizzle K-to-tha-izzeys.

(VRISKA), ya feel me? What would I even sizzle? Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect.

VRISKA: Tell playa yizzay Love Ha.

(VRISKA) in tha dogg pound: Oh, shizzut tha fuck up.

VRISKA: Ha Ha Ha Ha.

(VRISKA): 8ut serioizzle...

(VRISKA): I H-to-tha-izzave no idea whizzere sizzy be, or what shizne’s do'n. Be shizzle old now too, like everyone elze?

(VRIZZAY): That would feel wizzy.

VIZZY: Bounce wit me. Only one way ta Find Out like a tru playa'.

(Vrizziska) S-T-to-tha-izzands up, n paces 'n cizzles around tha vanquished B-to-tha-izzard yeah yeah baby. Vriska maintains ha relaxed posizzle wizzy studying tha C-L-to-tha-izzoud shapes again, provid'n (V-R-I-to-tha-izziska) witta wide berth fo` dis critical rumination.

Finally, (Vizzy) stops pac'n, n begins typizzle.

(VRISKA): Hizney Terezi.

(VRISKA): Dis isn’t Jizzle.

(VRISKA): It’s Vriska.

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#Gizoogle #Homestuck #Epilogues #Candy #c37

[moniheartsluffy]

in honor of the entertainment district arc coming out in december! enjoy this😌💕

warnings:character spoilers.(that’s pretty much it)😗

uzui family scribbles💗

♡︎ im telling yall now... if tengen mf uzui got a black person in his marriage square😩 (i volunteer as tribute😁)

♡︎ first all the hashira would just be like “this mf got ANOTHER s/o 😀”

♡︎ zenitsu is loosing his shit rn cause he can’t even get ONE girlfriend😭 (it’s okay boo nezuko will come around eventually…), inosuke honestly dgaf (unbothered king😌), and tanjiro is literally like “as long as their all happy😅” (supportive country bumpkin🥺💗)

♡︎ the wives are loosing their shit at how beautiful you are. suma is def asking so many questions (like about your hair n stuff) and is trying her best to be respectful. makio is just staring in amazement🤩, and you and hinatsuru are having a normal conversation while she’s admiring the way your skin glows while the sun is slowly setting (aka golden hour. also y’all are sitting outside on the porch)

♡︎ uzui is low key pissed but confused.. cause he can’t tell if your taking their attention off of him or vise versa. honestly he’s just upset because nobody’s paying attention to him😐

♡︎ but he just ends up admiring the 4 of you from afar🥰

♡︎ but like if your not STARING at the wives constantly..idk if i could forgive you😟 like their so fineeee😩

♡︎ if your a demon slayer too uzui would def ask oyakata-sama to pair y’all together on missions so he could keep an eye on you. (sir i love u n all but i wanna go on a mission with mitsuri😏 lemme stop fo iguro be on my ass🙄)

♡︎ he knows that you can hold your own but he would never forgive himself if something happened to you or the other baes🤍

♡︎ if you went on the red light district mission and you met zenitsu, poor boy would be 10x more confused at how this blingy bitch cuffed you💀

♡︎ anyways the relationship consists of you and the wives unintentionally ignoring uzui. he’s slowly learning to walk in the room when the convo isn’t at its peak. or he’s just EXTRA loud when he enters💀

hope you enjoyed shawties😌💕

also started writing an fanfic/story about them😏

#letmebeyourwoman😫💗 #demon slayer #kimetsu nezuko #kimetsu tanjiro #kimetsu zenitsu #kimetsu inosuke #kimetsu uzui #demon slayer x black reader #demon slayer x black!reader #uzui tengen #uzui makio #uzui suma #uzui hinatsuru #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer manga #entertainment district arc #manga spoilers #anime x black!reader #x black!reader

[lmjupdates]

Lauren Jauregui on her Sense of Self, the innate magic of spirituality, & her upcoming EP

Portrait by: Halie Torris

Portrait Reference Photo by: Munachi Osegbu

Interview by: Isabella Vega

Photos by: Tristian Hollingsworth

One of the most surreal moments of my life was sitting in the Zoom room, waiting for Lauren Jauregui to enter. There was a plethora of thoughts swirling in my head, mostly nerves - I had never met someone who I had such a deep cosmic connection with, someone I'd spent the last eight years following and looking to guidance for.  What if they weren't all I thought they would be? Then, I spotted the Lauren Jauregui Edition of Coup De Main on my desk shelf, and that's when it hit me: I had manifested  this entire conversation. God put this person in my path for a reason, all those years ago, and I was about to find out why. As I let her into the Zoom, I had no idea the emotional journey the next forty five minutes would lead me. What unfolded was something I always dreamed, and somehow, almost predicted: that in meeting the woman I had spent a lifetime loving and learning from, in truly baring our souls and sharing our life philosophies, a few of my internal puzzle pieces would click together with every laughing breath and anecdote dripping off of her with intellect and authenticity. I present to you: a candid conversation with Lauren Jauregui - how she describes her Sense of Self, her ideas on the current mental health movement, and her upcoming EP.

Isabella: How would you describe your Sense of Self in one sentence?

Lauren: I guess my sense of self is just kind of… This is complex now that I’m sitting and thinking about it! I’m like ‘what does my sense of self mean?!’ I guess it’s just kind of the awareness that I’m embodying. Yeah, like, how much I’m showing up for myself and the self care aspect of all of it. That’s usually when I feel the most sense of self, when I’m aware of my body and my mind and my heart and how it’s feeling, so self-care.

Isabella: Now more than ever, there seems to be a growing awareness/spread of information on mental health, a sort of movement throughout social media platforms. Is there any facet of this growing movement that you would want to change or is there anything you would like to add to the conversations?

Lauren: I mean, I think there is always room for improvement in how we approach things. Again, this is a topic that is new to all of us as a collective, we’ve been under the oppressive thumb of capitalism, imperialism, and colonization for a very long time, and we still live in a settler-colonial state. I think that the disparities between how mental health affects different people is definitely a nuanced conversation. I think that acknowledging state violence can not just be talked away is important, and I don’t think that we talk often enough about how people of color’s mental health suffers because there are systemic things in place to oppress them and to hurt them. That are still in place and that we still debate and that we still have to have conversations about, which has been centuries of people talking about whether or not it’s ok to brutalize people of color.  I think bringing that into the conversation a lot more - state violence’s impact on our mental health. A lot of the time we are just, like “Oh, I’m traumatized because my parents treated me a certain way” or “I’m traumatized because this person did something to me” but what we don’t really address is those behaviors of other folks like parents - something I’m trying to acknowledge is saying “I know my parents didn’t have the tools, and that’s something I’m learning through my mental health journey.” That’s not something I understood off the bat. I thought that the things that had happened to me in my life were the reasons why I was this way.

When you start going into the journey, and when the journey involves the spiritual element of the journey. That’s another thing, I would love to have more conversations about spiritual illness. Where the lack of faith and the lack of belief in self is the root cause of a lot of depression and anxiety. That disconnect from God and the disconnect from the belief that reality can be what we manifest it. We have to take responsibility for the way that our world looks right now, and the way we look, and the way we operate and hold one another or don’t. It really has to come down to every individual person wanting to show up for themselves more and understand themselves more.

I would like to have more conversations about the connectivity between everything, the intersectionality between this stuff.

Isabella: I love that. As someone who’s religious and has a very strong spiritual connection to all of that, that’s what I love about you so much - a lot of people are scared to talk about religion and spirituality, whilst you just go there, and talk about something that is so foundational to our beings.

Lauren: Yeah. I’ll challenge that a little bit and say it’s not necessarily religion. I feel like religion can be an instrument used to pin us against each other. It’s about spirituality because God is a reflection of us and lives in each of us. That’s why God looks so different everywhere because everywhere you go, God looks like the people there, because God is self. Self is God. As far as, like, when you think of the higher self, when you pray, whoever you pray to - this being is here for you, and you see yourself in them. Whilst you can understand that they are there for the rest of the world, as well, that connection regardless of religion, that understanding that there is something greater than yourself, is benevolent?

Isabella: Yeah.

Lauren: And that’s so important. I think we often forget about that, and I know that my darkest times were when I forgot that God existed. And when I didn’t trust in God and their vision for me. A lot of times, we feel like things are happening to us, but really, they’re happening for us.

Isabella: So, I’ve heard whispers through the grapevine of there being an EP in the works. Congratulations! I’ve been waiting!

Lauren: Hahaha!

Isabella: How do you plan on continuing your pure self expression through the release of a shorter form project and an eventual album?

Lauren: Well, I think that music is where I am the most self-expressive. It’s my safe space. I think writing in general, whether that’s my journal, or if that’s my notepad, or wherever. I used to just think a lot, and thinking a lot really messed me up, it gave me a lot of anxiety, and I used to think in loops, which I still do, but I’m better at catching myself now. That self expression is just a pertinent element of why I do music. I feel like I naturally just wanna talk about feelings! I’m just an emo shawty, I really love to put my stuff into words, and I feel like the challenge of putting it into a three minute or four minute song is kind of dope, because you get to kind of get it out. You don’t have to think about all of the things, you have to curate what you’re talking about and how you get the audience to understand your storyline in a concise, intentional way. Whether that’s short form or long form, it’s definitely my approach to making art.

Isabella: I love that! So, I don’t know how much you can say, and it’s alright if you can’t say much! I just wanted to know - what’s the vibe? I know you’ve worked in the past with the brilliant Kid Harpoon, who helped make Fine Line by Harry Styles, which is my favorite album of all time and saved me in so many ways, so will you two be working together on this project?

Lauren: On this specific EP, I am not working with him. I have other songs with him, because he and I make beautiful music together. I love Kid Harpoon. He’s a good friend and a really beautiful collaborator. On this EP, nothing’s produced by him on it, that’s not to say that we won’t work together again or the songs that we made won’t be released in some other format, but this one, I’m almost done with mixing now.

Isabella: Oooo!!!

Lauren: Yeah! I’m just in the process of getting all of the visuals together and making sure everything is packaged nicely and looking good for everybody!

Isabella: I’m so excited!

Lauren: Yes! I think it’s very close, and while I totally understand why everyone is expectant of something from me - I get that and I totally understand - this process of making this music has been WAY more profound than just the music itself, it’s been a huge rediscovery of self. It’s been unlearning like no other. It’s been a messy and painful and joyous process in all kinds of different ways. To me, it’s been so much more than what I can give people. That’s the beautiful after effect to me, so people feel seen, heard, and safe, like there’s someone else who understands where they're at. I focus a lot on the things that I think about, so I hope that whoever listens to it can feel the potency of the self-discovery that went into this and realize why it took so long. Self-discovery isn’t something you do in a couple of weeks, especially everything that I’d been through. I’m a very sensitive soul, and everything that went on really shifted my perception of self into a very toxic place that I needed to come out of, I really needed this time. Everyday, it’s made me trust more in God and God’s plan. Everytime I thought I had it figured out, ready to release, every single time, God would derail and say “Wait, there’s something bigger.” Every time, I was like “God! Let me put out this freaking music!” Isabella: Hahaha!

Lauren: And God’s like “yeah, yeah! I know! But people have to know who you are! And YOU don’t know who you are! When you know who you are, then we can give it to the world!” I know who I am now!

Isabella: That’s amazing to hear. I really hate when fans try to claim the intimacy of “knowing you” when we only know the public version of you, but I’m a very big empath, especially with the public figures I vibe with, I choose them very wisely. I’ve followed you for a very long time, so I can see the change from “Expectations’'' to “50 Ft.”

Lauren: Right!?

Isabella: Yeah! You’re a new, spectacular whole, and I hope you know how proud I am.

Lauren: Thank you!!!! I’m proud of you, too! You’ve been on this journey with me.

Isabella: Thank you! I really think I have! It’s taken a while for us to put this interview together, and I really feel like God put us together at the perfect moment, because mentally, I feel like I’m in the perfect place to meet you.

Lauren: God’s timing is something else!

This introduction and interview has been condensed for the online format. The full interview appears  in Issue 2: Rumination, open for orders until June 10th. If you've read this whole thing - I love you to actual pieces - use code 333 at checkout for a special discount!

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Hello and good luck on the new blog! 🤗 If it's okay, I'd like to request some wholesome things the adultrio would do for their S/O. For example, how they'd hype their partner, what they'd do for them when they're not feeling well or stressed, things lile those. I hope it makes sense and thank you! Take care of yourself and I hope you have a great day/night! 🙇💕

AJDCJFJJGRJ YOU’RE SO SWEET ILYSM- yes you may have some of the troublesome trio thank you for asking 😁🧃  Warning: Includes bad language but no nsfw

Adult trio headcanons

Chrollo

🧃 this romantic little bi- 🧃 if you were sick he’d be like “I told you to wear a jacket.” and I wouldn’t be phased if he hit you with the “it’s bc of that DaMn phone.” but he’d enjoy taking care of you, yes the troupe will watch over you. He’d tell machi to go check on you, give you soup, tea, and those gross crackers he is sure will make you better. but just because he scolds doesn’t mean he isn’t a little softie for you and is so happy he can treat you like a little baby 🧃 stressed? why is baby stressed? school? hell no put that away and let me snuggle you until you’re better 😠 🧃 please play with his hair. please. I asked nicely. he LOVES it. 🧃 if you have a powerful nen ability he is OBSESSED with it. “That was amazing dear.” and all that stuff. he literally loves you do not take this for granted at all, 🧃  he finds you crying. why is Y/N crying? no cri fo u. no ma’am wipe those tears away and let’s go get your favorite takeout food and we hug until whatever made you sad is forgotten. If somebody made you cry, say goodbye to them cause they’re getting their neck: snapped 🧃 he calls you “my queen” because that’s what you are you beautiful looking mother f- 🧃 you went shopping? show him your clothes he wants to see how pretty you look in them rn

Illumi

🧃 😐 🧃 nah I’m just playing I love him, anyways if you were sick he literally would not genuinely understand what to do. The zoldycks don’t get sick bc they’re simply built different. he’d ask his butlers to run you a warm bath but after that bath you’re officially one with the bed. He’ll literally make sure you don’t leave that bed until you’re better. at this point just pretend you are so you can leave honestly he isn’t sure what to do he just wants his healthy happy princess back 🧃 stressed? oh. He literally would tell you that you need to keep your good grades and in a nice way, to get over it weakling. but if you started crying he’d feel bad and if it’s a good day even apologize for being so harsh on you 🧃 we all know by now this man is LOADED so shopping dates are regular because he isn’t sure where else to take you and of course hisoka won’t help cause he’s just away doing god knows what. if you want one thing just expect 97 of it in top quality. 🧃 he isn’t trying to buy your love he just doesn’t know how to express how much he adores you because his parents didn’t love him :(  🧃 you have a hobby? great. he’ll help pay for all the equipment, materials, practices, and may even research a thing or two so he can know why you’re so interested in this. when he watches you do your hobby he loves how you’re just so effortlessly good- poor guy is such a quiet hype man “that’s really good y/n” please he’s trying his best 🧃 please do haircare and facemasks with him. he may not say anything but he LOVES it. he thinks the cold facemasks are calming and it puts him in such a good mood. Have you seen rapunzals his hair? he most certainly enjoys how soft his hair is after its conditioned and shampooed. if its night he’ll snuggle you the rest of the night but if it’s day, he’ll probably have a soft smile. please just give this man huggies.  🧃 crying? what is wrong this time. he might just stand there and sit down with you. he isn’t that good at comforting. he’ll just pat your head as you vent all your feelings. he probably doesn’t feel that bad but he’d get you a cup of water-

Hisoka

🧃 ah yes, my favorite pEdOpHiLe

🧃 stressed. *sigh* he’d close your books and hold you like the little baby you are and tell you its okay and everybody needs breaks. you fall asleep in his arms and poof all of a sudden your favorite takeout is on the table. (we all know this man isn’t a great chef.) honestly he is doing great and trust me, he’s trying. He really is.

🧃 don’t even let him see you crying. he’d get sad seeing you sad, plop down next to you, ask why you’re crying, and then say it’s gonna be alright. you just gotta BeLiEvE. okay buy on a real note he’d probably slaughter whatever made you cry and if it was something stupid like you saw a baby bird fall out a tree he’d laugh and say “Y/N you’re so soft~”

🧃 You’re sick? “open wide dear~” he is having a field day feeding you and holding you in bed. He’d probably make you a sandwich and get you a water refill every 3 seconds. unlike illumi and chrollo he’d let you leave the house just wear layers and don’t go out for too long. he’d probably make you take him with you because he is worried for you shawty bae 😔✌

🧃 Him being the man he is he would somehow find out you were terrified of bugs and it’d be his life goal to scare you every time he found a random spider in the corner. he wouldn’t go too far he’d just tease you every now and then but only to see where your limits are. (consider him a smart man hm~)

🧃 if you’re short I got some news for you miss girl, he will literally tease you about it every day- using your head as a arm or chin rest is his favorite thing to do because of how mad you get, “tehe angry y/n is cute~” 

🧃 this man. He would literally get up at 3am and change all the clocks in the house to 10am to make you think you were late and then say “did you have a meeting today?~” and laugh as you scramble around to find your shoes and walk out to see pitch black. he’s just the little prankster like that. he also enjoys putting flour in your blow dryer so you get a face full of flour when you wake up.

🧃 he loves you, you’re his darling now go let him kiss kiss you pls

Alright that’s the end! I decided to make it long bc I be feeding my requesters breakfast, lunch, and dinner, with snacks in between 😀 anyways this actually took 1 hour bc tumblr deleted it like 4 times so yEAh, I hope you enjoy 🧃✨

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Fav game character

Tina and her parents were sold to Hyperion to become test subjects for Jack's slag mutation experiments, an event which led to the deaths of her parents. She escaped their fate using a grenade that she had hidden in her dress at her mother's insistence, and once she was free of Hyperion's reach she vowed revenge on the man that had sold her family: Flesh-Stick.

Involvement

Borderlands 2

Tiny Tina's demolitions expertise is called into action when a Hyperion supply train believed to be carrying a Vault key needs to be stopped. With that objective in sight, she then sets the Vault Hunters to the task of finding two rockets (which she refers to as 'badonkadonks') to carry a 'suicide'-bomber toy each, and then to set them on target.

Her collaboration with the Vault Hunters continues when she has them gather items and guests for a very special tea party. During the final mission Tina will contact the Vault Hunters and wish them luck in stopping Hyperion and even reads them a poem repeatedly telling the Vault Hunters to 'kill Jack'.

Mr. Torgue's Campaign of Carnage

Tina appears in a supporting role in Mr. Torgue's Campaign of Carnage. Initially she is hired by Mad Moxxi to help the Vault Hunters train prior to battling Motor Momma, but also asks their assistance in obtaining the autograph of her third favorite mass-murderer, Sully the Stabber, as well as walking her "puppy", a Badass Fire Skag named Enrique. She also provides commentary on many of the Vault Hunters' actions throughout the course of the DLC.

Tiny Tina's Assault on Dragon Keep

Tina takes on the role of the 'Bunker Master' for the game 'Bunkers & Badasses', where she is shown to be bad at this, by fumbling in such ways as creating impossible fights early on and not balancing the gameplay in certain areas. The real problems underlying Tina's mental state (at that time) start becoming more apparent as the player progresses, being obsessed with eating only crumpets and constantly trying to insert a manifestation of the now deceased Roland whenever she wants to, to the dismay of the other Vault Hunters. Tiny Tina's character develops over the course of the campaign and she learns to accept Roland's death.

Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel

Tina makes her first appearance during the game while Lilith was interrogating Athena, inviting the Vault Hunters to play another round of Bunkers and Badasses, but was turned down. Later, after Athena finishes telling her story, Tina introduces herself and requests Athena to tell a story about fighting a raid boss. As she had no idea what a raid boss was, she "came up" with a story about fighting one (in this case, the raid boss being an enhanced version of The Sentinel). After that, Tina requests Athena to tell the story of her working for Handsome Jack again.

Borderlands 3

At the time of Borderlands 3, Tina is presumed to be around 20 years old. She is still part of the Crimson Raiders B-Team along with Brick and Mordecai. The team is hired by Wainwright Jakobs to rescue his partner Sir Hammerlock, but after they fail to report back on their progress, Jakobs requests the Vault Hunter to go The Anvil to investigate setting up the story mission Hammerlocked. Tina's code name during the mission is 'Crunk Bunny'. Tina requests 'ingredients' for her 'Pizza' (bomb), composed of 'sauce' (nitroglycerin), 'onions' (wires) and 'ham' (a detonator). She then asks the Vault Hunter to deliver the pizza, which is to blow up the door to the structure where Hammerlock is being held. After successfully rescuing Hammerlock, she declares that the B-team's work is done and they leave Eden-6. Tina is found later on Devil's Razor back on Pandora, where she or Brick will give the mission Boom Boom Boomtown. She asks the Vault Hunter for help in winning back their new home and base of operations, recently named by Tina as "Boom Town", by fighting off COV that have been sneaking in thru a tunnel that Brick is keeping the COV locked inside.

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Appearances

Borderlands 2

Mr. Torgue's Campaign of Carnage

Tiny Tina's Assault on Dragon Keep

Commander Lilith & the Fight for Sanctuary

Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel

Borderlands 3

Quotes

"Come on iiiin, you are missing the Fuun!"

"All around the Sta-actus plant, the stalker chased the bandit, the stalker thought 'twas all in fun - POP! Goes the bandit!"

"Oh haiiii!"

"Roland told me you were comin' - I still owe him for all that buttcrap with General Rancid. So, you gotta hijack a train, hunh? Chiiild's play! Lemme introduce you to my ladies."

"Runnin', runnin', runnin', I'm runnin' over here, run, run, run-run, run."

"This here's Mushy Snugglebites, and this is Felicia Sexopants. These fiiiine-ass womens could stop that train for yas, but I'ma need their badonkadonks first, and they got stoled by the bandits a few days ago. Go get 'em!"

"Naptime!"

"That's right, bitches - my big brudder's about to teach you some MANNERS. Nobody steals Mushy Snugglebites' badonkadonk and lives!"

"That's Mushy Snugglebites' badonkadonk. She's my main squeeze. Lady's got a gut fulla' dynamite and a booty like POOOW!"

"Got the badonkadonks? Best day evaaaa. Bring 'em back here and I'll use 'em to make some fine-ass damsels who can hijack that train for yas."

"Hey I told ya'z to get outta heeya, get out or do I gotta shank a bitch?"

"Get-outta-my-shop-or-I'll-punch-yo-butt. That's-how-Tiny-Tina-roll."

"(Singing) Put a little bomb in the hot ass damsel, blow stuff up and make people die."

"I'm a little teapot, bloody and cut. Here is my handle and here is my butt.*explosion noise* Oops."

"Squishy. Squishy squishy squishy."

"Oh daaaaaayum, you lookin' good, ladies. Let's get to work."

That's right. Twin sisters, man. Hhhahhhhhh. Take 'em. Take 'em take 'em take 'em take 'em."

"Just put my damsels near the choo-choo track and set 'em off! Good plan? Great plan!"

"You're cordially invited BITCH!!!"

"When you are ready to begin the Tea-Party, please smack Mister Flesh Stick in his bitch face."

"Gonna eat so many goddamn crumpets, it's going to be a Crumpocalypse."

"Ten... Nine..." *launches rockets* "I got bored."

"BURN ALL THE BABIES!!!!!"

(Cute yawning noise)

"Make it RAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!"

"Sup, sucka? It's Tina. I wrote you a poem and it goes a little somethin' like this BREAK IT DOWN. Ahem. Kill Jack. Kill Jack. Kill Jack kill Jack kill Jack KIIIILL JAAAAACK! Kill Jack. A poem by Tiny Tina."

"Climb the pipe to the train or you'll go insane wut wut. That's a rap song I wrote."

"Get some cookies, so you can eat 'em and grow up big and strong and kick Piston in the butt-butt."

"Real badasses eat chocolate chip cookies, I'ma gonna get that tattooed across my back in Old English font."

"Wait a minute. Those cookies weren't chocolate chip. Those...are...raisins. WHYYYYYY-HY-HYYYYY?! SHAWTY, DESTROY ALL THE FOOD DISPENSERS! WIPE THE RAISIN ABOMINATIONS OFF THE MAP! I JUST WANTED CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES! WHY DO BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE?"

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Do you know who just arrived in Beatdown? SULLY THE STABBER! He's my THIRD favorite mass-murderer in the ENTIRE WORLD! You HAVE to go get his autograph for me."

"Get his signature on this. Please. PLEASEpleasepleasepleasepleaseplease! If you don't get his autograph I'm gonna DIEEEEE. He's my favoritest. He killed every living person on the Bathymas with nothing but a rusty butterknife. If you don't take it I'm gonna start crying. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. [making a song out of it] oh-baby please please PLEASE! That was 'Please' by Tiny Tina with Vault Hunter on bass."

"He said...no? Well. There's only one thing to do -- look him in the eye, nod politely, and KILL THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF HIM!"

Commander Lilith & the Fight for Sanctuary

While idle

Some of the idle chats are mission related and can't be heard again once the mission in question is completed.

"You come up in my face, and you DON'T GOT BOMB PARTS, you KNOW I'm throwing hands."

"Oh, hello! I didn't see you there. I was just on an important mission to save my friends and AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE DOING THE SAME THING?!"

"Gonna go blat-blat-blat on the vine-freaks. \n Rat-tat-tat till their brain leaks. \n Chill, girl, just droppin' some bars. Go do the thing."

"I wanna shoot the cannon again! AGAIN! But Lil said no. BLEEPING CURSE WORDS!"

"You kiddos killed that butt-bot so, so good! (cackle) Butt-bot."

"Come on, Mordy. You got this! You gonna be all right."

"MORDY'S ALL BETTER AND ELLIE FIXED THE CAMP'S COFFEE MACHINE AND I CAN'T STOP YELLING ABOUT EITHER ONE OF THOSE THINGS!"

"Yo yo yo. You kill that vineyman up on vineyville yet?"

"I left some reeaaal sexy bombs back on Sanctuary. Oh, just thinkin' bout 'em... come on, think about 'em with me. Yeeeeeah. Together now. Hohhhhh."

"That. Was. The BIGGESTEST BOOM OF ALL TIME! Gotta give it to Lilly-of-the-valley, she knows how to kill a baddo in style."

"Seriously, though. Vaulty-Vault, you was there for me in the dark times. That's fo' life."

"So, just saying, it's probably my birthday, and you ain't got me nothing. Mini-moonshot cannon. Just wanna put that in your head."

Notes

The photo of Tina and Roland

She is introduced as an old friend of Roland's and she has a picture of them together in her room. Roland also mentions beforehand that, "I've saved her life a few times, and she has saved mine more times than I can count."

In Borderlands 2, there are a few unique weapons that are associated with Tiny Tina. These weapons include pink hearted camouflage and/or stuffed bunny image decals.

Teapot

Cobra

Boom Puppy

Tina's voice is performed by Ashly Burch, sister of Anthony Burch - lead writer of Borderlands 2. (The two are also a part of the web series Hey Ash, Whatcha Playin'?.) She is also credited with the voice of the cursed gun, Bane.

Tina has unusual gender-specific dialogue, referring to both male and female Vault Hunters as "girl". She also makes a number of sexual comments in an appreciative manner in regards the female members of her tea party, whilst during the Assault on Dragon Keep storyline she confesses to liking Maya in The Siren's invitation, asking if Maya likes her in turn. Additionally, her original motivation for helping the Vault Hunters train for Mad Moxxi was going to be due to her having a crush on Mad Moxxi.

Tina switches verbal mannerisms frequently. Her speech styles include a stereotypical inner-city American speech pattern, little girl speech patterns, stereotypically pretentious British English speech, to randomly violent and murderous speech, and others.

Trivia

There is an Easter egg related to Hey Ash, Whatcha Playin'? in the Mr. Torgue's Campaign of Carnage. On the back of Tiny Tina's bus is a pixel drawing of Papa Burch riding a unicorn from the HAWP episode 'Sleep Is Death'.

Roland recognizes her as one of the greatest demolitions experts on Pandora and a picture of the two can be seen inside of her home.

Tiny Tina is mentioned by Brick on a mission in Sawtooth Cauldron as he recalls carrying her on his shoulders as they fought together. In the end credits, it is shown that they worked together again in this manner cleaning out the remaining Hyperion forces.

ExotropiaTina has an intermittent exotropia (lazy eye) in her left eye. This was originally due to a glitch, but the developers enjoyed it, so they purposefully left it in. This has also passed on to Borderlands 3, as her left eye will occasionally twitch while talking.

In NowGamer, an interview revealed that there is part of a mission removed from the main game involving Tina. Originally, when telling of Roland's death, the players were to head out to Tiny Tina's home and tell her the sad news. It described her being deeply affected by it, thanking the players for telling her, asking them to leave, and locking herself in her workshop to mourn. Anthony Burch, lead writer and the source of this news, says they regret they could not include this scene into the game. It was supposed to be the only moment in the game she loses her peppy mania [1].

Her tea party place card is labeled "Lady Tina of Blowupyourfaceheim"

On May 24, 2013, Tina took over the @ECHOcasts Twitter (previously owned by Krieg).

Tiny Tina's parents have officially been confirmed dead as of the sixth episode of Inside the Box, entitled "Fart Jokes and Tragedy".

In the Commander Lilith & the Fight for Sanctuary DLC, Tiny Tina, Mordecai and Brick form a team simply named "The B-Team".

Tiny Tina refers to Brick as "Brick-papa" and Mordecai as "Mordy-mom". This is further mentioned when Brick says "Don't talk like that to your mom." to Tina.

It is revealed in Sheega's All That that Sheega is an ex-girlfriend of Tiny Tina.

ECHO logs in Devil's Razor reveal that Tiny Tina has dated multiple individuals, broke up with all of them, and staged a wedding to make money from the wedding gifts sent by her exes.

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Let me Tutor you, ma

Title: Let me tutor you, ma.

Author - Me (Blacksteel)

Fandom: Black Panther

Pairings: Erik Stevens x (modern-day witch) Reader/OC and Erik Stevens X The female race.

Notes: Tbh, I’ve thought about this for a while and tbh, Erik ain’t shit. SMUT eventually 

Summary: Serina, a music major is absolutely failing Pre-Calculus because math has never been her strong point and who could absolutely help her out? Erik Mfin Stevens, and of course, she doesn’t want it, but she doesn’t have much a choice now.

Part 1 of ???

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__ You’re gonna be my love Na neo animyeon and wae nae modeungeol julgeI love you baby Nuguboda deo sojunghae neon naegen jeonbunikka Erik wasn’t a stranger to that language, he knew it, fluently. He didn’t know anyone who was Korean at the college though, it was a large campus he could have just missed em. He opened the music door and his eyes widened just a smidge. What kind of thick woman with gold hair, who could speak Korean— Gakkeumeun meolli isseodo

Geuraedo nae ireumeul bull--- His thought was interrupted when she spotted him and cut her singing short, stopping the music with a button. “Can I help you?”

“Nah Shawty don't stop on my account.”

She was already in a nasty mood and Erik Stevens was just going to make it worse. She knew about him, and his type of persona, some type of aloof guy with a crowd of guys just like him.

How annoying.

“You can go. Erik Stevens. This is a private session that's why it says, Private.” She pointed to the sign with her arched eyebrow.

She waved him off and went back to her sheet music in front of her, absolutely content with ignoring him. Not thinking about his big headed ass. Nope. Not her! He eyed her and smirked, that fanged smile showing through, she could see it out of the corner of her eye and it sent a shiver down her spine. 

Damn him and his groupies.

“Alright baby girl no need to make such a fuss.” 

Fuck.

He turned and left no other word after that. Just what was she supposed to say to that? 

Shutting the door behind him, he opened his phone and furrowed his brow. He didn’t know why, but that sassy voice of hers would absolutely sound beautiful choked on his dick. That would come later though. — She let out a very animalistic growl before crumpling the stupid test paper in her hand. Stupid dick munching cock sucker. Her math teacher didn't make it any better, with his constant ridicule of her and his absolute refusal to help her. The music major was absolutely on her own for Math, none of her friends were good at math either so tough tiddy for her. 

Her professor was supposed to help her, but he always brushed her aside and when she failed a test blamed it on her priority of music. Often telling her how she had no talent and there's no future in it for her. She heaved a heavy sigh before chucking the wad of paper behind her. It was bullshit, she fucking hated math, continuing on her trek, she got maybe four more steps before that annoying ass voice piped up.

“Damn shawty, you’re failing precal?” 

“I’m not failing, precal." She whipped around before snatching the now uncrumpled paper out of his hand. 

"I just didn't pass this one test." Folding her arms as she looked away from him.  

"No need to be so uppity, Princess." 

"It's Serina." She told him before brushing her hair behind her ear. He loomed over her from behind, practically towering over her. She shuddered and swallowed back that apprehension that absolutely shook her to the core of her body. Why was his aura so heavy? Why did he feel like a predator about to devour her? 

"Serina..." He tasted the name on his name. He decided to only use it on special occasions. 

"I could tutor you, ma. You'd pass then, fo sho." He told her. 

She sucked her teeth. 

"Nigga...whats in it for you?" She didn't trust him not one bit. 

"Why you think there's somethin in it for me?"

She lifted a finger and placed it on his chest before narrowing her eyes. 

"Niggas like you, don't mess with girls like me. Wallflowers and all that, unless its a dare or you want something."

"You been watching allota that white people shit huh?" He asked. She sputtered and narrowed her hazel eyes at him even more. Goddamn, he couldn't get enough of that look. 

“Answer my question, Erik Stevens.”

He lifted his hand and tilted her chin up with his hand as his predatory gaze bore into her eyes. He was so smug, she hated it. She hated what it did to her, how it made her feel warm. Running his tongue over his gold fang, he chuckled before leaning closer. 

“I just want to tutor you ma, we can work out the messy details later.”

She sighed.

Just this once.

He opened his phone and she poked her number onto the touch screen before he saved it. Serina with a little moon emoji next to it, he noticed that was her theme, it was on everything she owned. 

“If I fail Erik Stevens, I’m coming for you.” She told him with a mock little growl, one he found to be actually cute? 

“It’s a promise princess.” — Leaning over her altar she dropped the crystal into the purified water before clearing her mind and lifting the feather she had blessed.

‘Let the air here be filled with wisdom

Let my mind be open to new knowledge.

I ask you oh god of wisdom 

So mote it be.’

Blowing out the candles and closing the prayer, relishing in the power she felt roll over her body from her own god. Opening her eyes, she looked at the little window where her puppy lay sleeping. She was such a precious little thing, a princess if anything. A knock came from the door before she turned and closed the door to her altar. She trotted to the door and tugged up her thigh high socks once more, laying a hand on the knob she peeked out the peephole and her eyebrow rose. Unlocking the door and stepping to the side as the groupie proclaimed king walked in. "Nice place ma, all you?" She watched him take it in and she smiled a little humbly. It was a one bedroom, enough for her and her pup. It was lightly colored with dark blinds and a nice seat on the windowsill, a small cactus plant there with a label. 'Prickly kuma.'

"Yeah, it was a gift from my parents."

He noticed she had multiple shelves but they were secure, they also had different little plants resting on them. Lights were strung across the apartment, giving it an inviting glow. Her blinds were shut for privacy he imagined, he could vibe with that. He turned and looked at her as she entered her kitchen and picked up a tray of something. "Ice cream or no?" He was a little distracted and just nodded. 

"Sure princess." He had to admit, he was impressed, she obviously cared about her apartment, it fit her. He eyed the door that said 'The witch is in' and rose an eyebrow. A witch? She could be mean but to call herself that? He wasn't with it, at all. She set the tray down and he leaned over and eyed it. 

"Snickerdoodle cookies with apple pie filling in the middle and a side of ice cream. Help yourself, I need to get my books." She walked into her room without hearing his response. 

Was there anything this girl couldn't do, though on the outside looking in, she was just being a good host he was doing her a favor after all. He sat in the chair with a fluid grace that she saw as she exited her room, was everything he did fluid, almost like a cat. 

He eyed the books in her arms before setting them down on the table as she plopped down in the seat next to him. She turned and looked at him. "So Professor Stevens, what are you gonna teach me?"

#erik killmonger x reader #erik stevens x reader #reader fanfiction #black panther #black panther fanfiction #OC x canon #my writing #professor stevens #bp #tbh ive been wanting to write this lol

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Bloody Sunday

Myricle sat with Harmony for three days in a row. She only left to get clothes, hygiene products, and also to change the locks on the door. She was not playing Joy was not allowed back in the house. Ever. Myricle couldn’t’ prove it, but she knew Joy was guilty. She gave the hospital and security special instructions and photos of Joy, wanting to be sure she didn't hurt Harmony, or anyone else for that matter. Sitting in the parking lot of the hospital, Myricle wondered where she had gone wrong as a mother. How could one child be so so evil, and attempt to kill the other? She had raised them to be close. They knew not to turn on each other. Nothing in her mind helped her understand the demon possession that seemed to have Joy’s entire soul on lock. Feeling defeated, and like a failing mother, Myricle pulled away from the parking lot and headed home. 

Junior waited in front of the brick two story house for what felt like all night. He felt very strange being on that side of town. “What kinda bou-jhetto bullshit is this over here? Shit look like where the Huxtables live...shawty stuck up fo real mane.” he shook his head while laughing at his own joke. Seeing a car pull in behind him, he sat up straight and hid the gun in his slap with his crip flag. Not in the mood for a visitor, Myricle slammed her car door ready for another fight. “Somebody wanna get they ass kicked waiting at my mufukkin house.” she said loudly. “Whoever you are, get out and catch these hands hoe! The fuck you is mane?” Myricle banged on the glass window demanding the person inside to make themselves known. Never seeing her in that state of mind before, Junior’s mouth dropped to the floor as he rolled the window down for the angry woman. “Bae?” he asked not sure if that was really who he came for. “Oh Shit baby, I’m sorry!” Myricle said shocked. “This ain’t your car. Where this come from?” Junior opened the door and stepped out. “Mind ya business baby. Come on lets go inside. I got something for you.” he replied ignoring her question. Shrugging him off Myricle obeyed her sugar daddy and went in her house. They both took their shoes off by the door and sat in the living room. Knowing he likes to have an ice cold drink, she headed straight to the kitchen to pour him a whiskey on ice. She drizzled the honey over the ice before pouring the beverage. She turned around to go back to him, only to see him standing there already. “Oooooh shit man! Back up!” she snapped quickly pushing the cup into his chest. “My bad baby, where yo drink at?” Junior smiled and asked. “I’m having apple juice.” She rolled her eyes wishing she could chug the whiskey with him. “Cool.” Junior answered and walked back to the living room. Sitting by him and laying on his chest Myricle took a deep sigh. “Man bae I gotta tell you something...Like really bad.” she began to cry as she thought about Harmony and what she was about to say. “Go get some tissue baby don’t be crying.” Junior rubbed her shoulder. She got up to get some tissue as he suggested. Watching her carefully turn the corner Junior reached in his pocket and pulled out a small sack of powder. Emptying it in to Myricle’s drink. he stirred it with his finger and rubbed the drip on his pant leg. Wiping her nose Myricle came back and sat by him. “Drink some juice before you get started bae, calm down.” Junior picked up the cup and put it to her lips. Not realizing how thirsty she was Myricle drunk the cup down to the very last sip. “Oh my God I was parched!” she laughed and leaned back. Before she could continue to think of how to tell her horror story she had been living, a pain hit her chest, and then her belly. She immediately began to throw up and feel dizzy. Looking over at Junior as he just sat there, she put two and two together. Bending over growling in pain, she cried out. “Baby! Baby why?? You poisoned me?!” Myricle screamed between dry heaves. Junior swiped his keys off the marble coffee table and looked down at her full of remorse. “I’m sorry baby. I couldn’t let it happen. Its just gonna kill the baby that it! You gonna be fine! I love you mane you know a nigga aint neva gon hurt you.” He went to help pick her up. “Look me in my eyes baby. I had to do this.” Junior looked deep into her face. Myricle pushed back in shock. “No..No you didnt.” she shook her head. “Leave my home before I call the cops on you. I will tell them you gave me a Ruthie.” She knew his freedom meant the world to him and that would make him leave. “Call them. I won’t be around anymore.” he dryly responded. “I got a tag on my head cuz of you! Fucking with you got the big boss ready to chop my head off! And she aint using a figure of speech! All this time I kept saying you look like someone I know!” Junior was about to explain it all when suddenly Myricle started screaming at the top of her lungs. Just as the abortion pill was supposed to do, she was losing the baby. Junior needed to make sure he could say the code word before he left town for good, so he used three pills mixed with some powder he sold. Not able to look her in the face anymore, Junior watched as his seed seeped out of Myricles body, staining her couch and carpet. “I’m sorry baby.” he repeated again. Myricle couldn't move or ask him what was going on. But she knew he did love her. None of this added up. Who is this big boss? And why would they say to hurt her or the baby? There were so many questions. The pain was too intense and Myricle couldn't understand. Finally Junior turned to leave. “Junior no no nooo!! Do not leave me in here like this baby pleaseeeee!” Myricle sobbed from the spot where she was stuck paralyzed and in pain. He felt his heart breaking for the first time since he was a teenager. In that moment he realized he truly did love her. Fighting his better judgment, and unable to ignore the warning he was given to carry out this order, he closed the door and left her inside screaming, suffering all alone. He sat in his car, and started the engine, placing his gun back in the glove box Junior leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “Fadda Gawd forgive a sinner like me...” he prayed out loud. Just as he was about to continue his confessional, his burner phone rung. With shaky hands, he answered. “Yea!” he shouted.  “Job done? Code word.” a deep eerie voice was on the line. Feeling a line of fire cross his throat and feeling his shirt fill with warm liquid Junior dropped the phone in his lap. “JOB DONE? CODE WORD!” The deep voice sounded irritated by the silence. Using the crip flag to wipe the phone, the car jacker took over the call.. “Last time. Job done? Code word.” the deep voice was now angry and ready to hang up. Glancing over Junior’s body, Trinity put the phone to her ear and replied. “Job done. Bloody Sunday.”   

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🌽come🌽today🌽and🌽get🌽some🌽Ć̷̭͚̟̱́ö̷̺̻̙͔́̄͑̚͜r̵̢̢̲̖͍̊̏̎̄n̵̡̧̹̥͖͘🌽or🌽we🌽will🌽sacrifice🌽your🌽n̴̡̪̈́̆͝͝ę̵̠̝̣̒́w̷̧͔̓͝ḅ̴̳̍̀͑o̷̯͈͔̽ŕ̷̡͇̦̯́n̷̝̦

my✨vâğîñå💕is🦋named🗿řōńàłð💋and🐬theres😹nothing😼you👋🏽can👁️do👂about🧚‍♀️it

bəąňß✨bəąňß🌞bəąňß⭕️bəąňß👣bəąňß😳bəąňß💕bəąňß❌bəąňß⛽️bəąňß☁bəąňß🥌bəąňß🖲

Ever 😆see 😱 me 👊 fighting 👍🏾in 💖a 🍯Forest🌲with✌🏾a 😠 grizzly🐻Bear? 👄HELP 💔THE😔BEAR💯

ӨЦΛΛΛΛ 🗿 Λ Λ Λ Λ Λ 🗿 ӨЦΛΛΛΛ 🗿 Λ Λ Λ Λ Λ 🗿 ӨЦΛΛΛΛ 🗿 Λ Λ Λ Λ Λ 🗿

oh 😮 geez 🙊 what 😟 a 🧚‍♀️steep 📉 hill 🏞 i👀 sure 🤖 hope 🙏🏼 i 🌱 dont 🚫 drop 💨 my 🤭 beans 🥫 woah 🤯 aragahha 😖 my ☠️ beannns 😫

I 😌 was 🤡 a 🤨 girl 👩 in✨a 🏠 village😑doin🤓alright 😳 then 😵 i 👹 became 👀 a 🧚‍♀️ princess 👑 overnight 😴

the 👄 name 🙈 game 👩 JUDY👾 judy🌶 judy💞bo 🎶 budy 🎵 boanna 💅 fanna💋fo🎂fudy🌈fe🌂

👽⟟⏁⋉⟒👽⟒⋔⍜⊑👽⍀⏃⏁⏃⌿⏃⍀⏃⟒👽⎅⍜⍀⟟⋔⟒👽⏃⋔⎍⋔⎍👽⏃⋔⟒⋏⍜👽⍀⏃⏁⟒⎅⏃⟒👽⌰⏃⏁⟒⟒⎅⏃⟒👽⋔⍜⟒👽⎅⍜⍀⟟⋔⟒👽⏃⋔⟒⋏⍜👽⍜⌰⋔⟒⋏⏃👽⎅⟒⌿⏃⎅⏃⍀⟟👽⏃⋔⟒⋏⍜👽 ⎅⟟⋔⟒⎅⏃⟒👽

säçrįfïćë👹säćrîfįčé👹sáćrįfîčé👹sàčrìfîçë👹 sâćrìfïčê👹sâçrīfïçë👹sâćrìfįčê👹säçrîfįćę👹

yæw 💕 yãêw ✨ yàáw 😻 yaw 👁 yãēw 🗿 yåėw 😬 yąęw 💅 yæ 🚿

this😚is😿the👄best🤪burrito🌯i’ve🤩ever♦️eaten💞yum🔓yum🗿yum😢

I 😳 don’t 💕 see😌 how 👁 you 👽 can🤦‍♂️hate 😜 from🧚‍♀️my ✨ side👄 of 🖤 the😈 club😹 you 🗣 cant👅 even 💅 get 🕴🏽in 💞 💁‍♀️

ÿoú tákë thę mœn🌚ÿøū👁takê thė šüń🌝yōu täkè 𝖾⋁𝖾𝖗𐒦tꜧĺ𝛈𝚐✨thät sèе𝙢Ꚃ lïkè 𝗳𝑢በ😹ÝƯ ştΐṛ〰️ï𝙩 𝐚ʟʟ ƯᎮ án ｗꜧ𝚎ņ🕑ÝỨṛ𝚎 ᵭņ𝚎 ṛᥲԂԂᥲ😝ṛṛᥲԂԂa

Hi, 🤚 you're on a rock 🗿 floating in space. 🌖 pretty cool, 😎👍 huh? 😕❔ some of it's water. 🤽‍♂️ fuck it. 🚮 actually, most of it's water 💦 ⛲ i 😀 can't even 🌒 get 🉐 from here 📍 to there without buying 🛍 a boat. ⛴⚓ it's sad. 🙍 i'm sad. 🙁😭 I miss you.

its 😔 gluten 💡 free 😰 ion 🤬 care 🤖 if its 👎 free 🎁 swear 👁 on ur 👱‍♀️fucking 𝙔𝙀𝙀𝙕𝙔𝙎 ⛸⛸ if you 👤 wanna fight 🤬 we🙎 gon 👄fight 👎🏽you 🦁 tryna 😠 be 🐝 on worldstar ⭐️ what ⁉️ you ✊ gonna 📹 record 🤳 it 🙊 yea 😼 i got🚶‍♂️ my 🙇 dollar 💵 store 🏬 camera 📸 *on* ✅ 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙎 👀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 👁𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉 😼 𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙐𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙉 ✨✨the 😼 fuck 🤬 do 👏 you 👿 want ⁉️im ⭐️ the 🚶‍♂️ motherfuckin💎M̸̦͔̜̖̳̼͚̱͚̮͍̱̘̰̲͂̃̚A̴̧̢̮̫̼̟̳̭̩̪̟̾̋́̌̀̔͐͒̔̾͗̚͜͝͝N̴̫̭͇̹̍́̾̿͒̈́́̄̏A̵͚͓̥̿̍͊͛̎̂̀̀͠͠Ǵ̴̖̭̭̺̣̭̺̈́̅̏́̓͜ͅÈ̷́͠R̶̖͈͈͐͜❗️❗️at the 💢 bread 🍞 store ❓𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿 tell 🤖 him 🗣 to take 👌 the 😾 motherfuckin 🤡 gluten 😷 𝙤𝙪𝙩 🙅‍♀️ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿 🥖 imma 🧚 need 🤚 you 👶 to shut 🔇 that 💪 bullshit 👄 up 👆 chief 💂‍♀️ we 👬 cant 🙅 take 👌 shit out 👾 the 😷 bread 🍞 why❓ put 👿 it in 🤲 in 👁 the 👅 first 1️⃣ place🚪 i 🧑‍🎨 know 🧠 yall 💢 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣 🚬 that 👉 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠 💅

A🌑 duck walked🚤👳🏽 up↪️ to📵 a🍉 lemonade stand And💘 he📮 said🏰👸🏼 to📰 the man,👏🏻 running🐖 the👋🏿💿💕 stand "Hey! (Bum🚵🏼 bum🎓 bum)💦 Got😁 any🕗🆖 grapes?" The👦🏻✔️👲🏼 man⏫ said "No😪 we📂 just🚥 sell🐣 lemonade. But👨‍👨‍👦‍👦📀 it's cold And👧🏾🔣 it's👌 fresh And🔳🌕🚿👆🏾 it's all home-made.🙆🏽🛀 Can🍍 I get🚥📅 you Glass?" The duck said, "I'll👣 pass". Then👃🏻 he waddled👵🏻 away. (Waddle🌂 waddle) 'Til😢👒 the💂🏻😐🙅🏿 very📍 next♊️ day. (Bum bum bum👳🏾😇 bum👮🏿🌜 ba-bada-dum)🕐👮🏽

Shawty’s💖✨like🌟😌a⌛️👑✨melody💞🎀🌟 🪐That💫 I 🌏can't 🌍keep 🌵out 🌟Got 🌟me ✨singin' ⚡️like⚡️ 🔥Na na na na 🔥everyday🌪 It's🌈 like ☀️my 💫iPod ❄️stuck 🏚on 🤠replay, 🤤replay-ay-ay-ay🦁 Shawty's🤤 like 🤖a 🤑melody 😻in 😽my 🤲head🧠 That 🤚I 💢can't 💋keep 💄out👀 Got 🤙me 🙏singin' 🙏like👅 Na na na na 💄everyday💋 ⌚It's 💎like 💪my 📱iPod 👋stuck 👋on 🖖replay, 🤚Deluga 🤘Heights (replay) 🤟Hey ✊🏾over 👏and 🤝over 👐o_O ||if 👁I'm 🆓tipsy🔰 or ♻️sober💯 I 💖got ❤️lil' 💔momma💗 on 💝rewind❣️like the ❤️deck 👥in 😻my 😺Rover 👾On 💀my 🤑mind, 🗿shawty☁ fine, 😯meditate 🤒her 👩 like 🧘‍♀️ 🤒So 🤕down 🤐on 😵the 🙄line 😤make 👉me 👈want 👍🏾a 😈cold 👹soda👺 👻Hey 👽baby 🤡be 🤤my 😈radio 📻 😶Hear👂you ✨ everywhere 😏I 😉go 🙂Music 👩‍❤️‍👨in 😇my 😚head🤪 🤨Know 😋your 🤪melody 🤩in 😔every 😭note😏 Girl 😍you 😍incredible😚 🤪Make 🤩yourself 🗿available😏Na na na na🤪 😘That 🎶tune 😚so 😊exceptional☺️ 😍Smexy 😍like 💗a 😚piano 👸give 💥you ♉️my 👩🏿‍✋ hands 👀if ✊🏾you're 😈ready💀 ✨We 😜can 😀make 🙃plans😚 get🗿 body 😋stand😍 if ✊🏾you let ☄️me😩 Girl I'm a…😳

Shawty 👄 had 👉 them 💯 apple 🍎 bottom 🔽 jeans 👖 boots 👢 with *️⃣ the 🔟 fur 🐈 (with *️⃣ the 🔟 fur 🐈) got 🐲 the 🔟 whole 🙄 club 💒 looking 👀 at ☮️ her 👠 she 💃 hit 👊 the 🔟 floor 🔽 (she 💃 hit 👊 the 🔟 floor 🔽) next 👉 thing ♈️ you 👤 shawty 👄 got 👣 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽low 🔽 them 🦮 baggy 👜 sweatpants 🩳 and ➕ the 👁‍🗨 Reeboks 👟 with ➕ the 🎶 straps ↩️ (with ➕ the 🎶 straps ↩️) she 💃 turned 😛around ↩️ and 👊 gave ✌️ that 👁 big 🥵booty 🍑 a 🌶 smack ✨ she 💃 hit 👊 the 🔟 floor 🔽 (she 💃 hit 👊 the 🔟 floor 🔽) next 👉 thing ♈️ you 👤 shawty 👄 got 👣 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽low 🔽

Today 📅 my 12 😣🕛 year 📅 old 👴 son 👦 and I 👥 walked 🚶 into harvard 👩‍🎓 to sign 🚧 him 👴 up ☝ for college 🚌📚. The dean rudly asked ❓ what a 12 😣🕛 year 🗓 old 👴 was doing signing 🖊 up ⬆ for such a prestigious 🎖🏆 institute like 👍 harvard 👩‍🎓. My son 🙎‍♂️ took 👫 of to reveal 💡 his 🤦 Rick 👨🏻‍🔬 and Morty 😡😵 shirt 👕 and proclaimed "Well 🖕🖕🏻🖕🏿 you 👆 see 👁 sir 🤔 I 👁 watch 👁 Rick 🥒 and Morty 😡😵". A look 👀 of confusion ❓🤔 came 💦 over 😳🙊💦 the deans face 😀 and I 👁 have never 🚫 been so proud 😤. The dean quickly ⚡ made 👉 sure 💯 to appologize to my son 👦 but 👆🍑👀 it was too late 💤, the police 👮‍♂️ rushed 🏃‍♂️ in and dragged him 👨🏾 out. My son 👦 passed 📆 all 🙌 his 🤦 classes 📒 with 4.0s and graduated 🔝 top 🔝 of his 🤦 class 📒 in the first 🥇 day 📅 of college 🏘👱📚.

Number🔢 1️⃣5️⃣: 🅱️urger🍔 Ki🆖🤴 foot👣 lettuce🥗. The last🥉 thing you'd👉 want in👇 your👉 🅱️urger🍔 Ki🆖🤴 🅱️urger🍔 is someone's👤 foot👣 fu🆖us🤢🤮. 🅱️ut🍑 as🍑 it turns↩️ out, that might 🅱️e what you👉 get. A 4️⃣channer🍀👤 uploaded a 🅿️hoto📷📸 🅰️nonymously👤❓ to the site showcasing his🚹 feet👣 in👇 a 🅿️lastic bin🚮 of lettuce🥗🤮. With the statement🗣: "This👇 is the lettuce🥗 you👉 eat 🅰️t 🅱️urger🍔 Ki🆖🤴."😱😱 🅰️dmittedly, he🚹 had shoes👣👟 on. But🍑 that's even🤭 worse😱😷. The 🅿️ost went live at 1️⃣1️⃣:3️⃣8️⃣ PM on July🎆🎇 1️⃣6️⃣, and a mere 2️⃣0️⃣ minutes🕤 later, the 🅱️urger🍔 Ki🆖🤴 in👇 question❓ was 🅰️lerted👂 to the rogue👤 employee👤. At least, I👁 hope he's🚹 rogue. How😨 did it🤔 happen🧐🧐? Well, the 🅱️K🍔🤴 employee👤 hadn't🚫 removed❌ the Exif data🤓 from the uploaded photo📷📸, which suggested👀 the culprit👤 was somewhere in👇 Mayfield Heights, Ohio🇺🇸. This was 🅰️t 1️⃣1️⃣:4️⃣7️⃣. 3️⃣ minutes later🕘 at 1️⃣1️⃣:5️⃣0️⃣, the 🅱️urger🍔 Ki🆖🤴 branch🌳 address📭🏠 was 🅿️osted with wishes🙏 of happy😄😁 unemployment😨😰. 5️⃣ minutes later🕚, the news stati🔛 was contacted🗣📞 🅱️y 🅰️nother 4️⃣channer👤🍀. And 3️⃣ minutes🕒 later, at 1️⃣1️⃣:5️⃣8️⃣, a link was 🅿️osted: 🅱️K's🍔🤴 "Tell us 🆎out us" online🌐 forum. The foot👣 🅿️hoto📷📸, otherwise known as🍑 exhibit 🅰️, was 🅰️ttached. Cleveland🇺🇸 Scene Maga🇺🇸zine contacted🗣☎️ the 🅱️K🍔🤴 in👇 question🤔❓ the next⏩ day🌞. When questioned🤔❓🧐, the breakfast🌞🍽 shift manager🧔 said "Oh, I👁 know😱 who🤔 that is. He's🚹 getti🆖 fired💥🔫🔥." Mystery🧐 solved👍, 🅱️y 4️⃣chan🍀👥. Now we👥 can🛢 all go 🔙 to2️⃣ eati🆖🍽 our fast🏃‍♂️💨 food🍔🍟🥤 in👇 🅿️eace☮️😀😃😁👍.

im 😂 not gonna 😻 show 👈📺 you 🤙 🤖 the 🍁🌷 facts 📚 📚 and 👏👏 💰 the 👑⚕ 🏽 evidence 📰 🔨📃 beacuse im 😂 😂😂 29 fucking ♀😡 🎮 years 📅📅 old 🍆 and 💻 🌬 in 👄📥 not ⚠🤚 gonna ♂ sit down ⬇👇 and ➕👏 💰 make 💰 🖕 a video ♀📹 📹📸 with 👏👈 👩😫 screenshots exposing 👐 👐 my bullies 😎🖕 🖕😎 these 🈴 💁🚟 are 🏾 👏🏼 bullies these 🤤 are 🏿 highschool fucking 🙏 bullies and 🍀 👏📡 they 👥 👈 wanna 🙇❤ come at 😍👸 👅 me ❓ 📩✌ and 👏🍞 🅱🏼 say 😅🚃 ✋ your ⬅ 👏👏 29 years 📅 old how 👏⚖ your 🍆🏻 👉 acting fuck 😤👦 🍆 you 👆 your 🍆 🙄 in 👏 〽 your 😩 fucking 👉🍆 30s almost 😲 👀😲 all 💯 of 💦📆 😤 you 😤 😘👆 attacking ♂ ♂ me 🏿😭 👈 and 👏😵 😭 im 👌 👌 not ♂🚫 saying 🗣😡 a fucking 👉 work 🏢 🔨 to 🙅 💦 anybody and 👏 👏🙏 your 💯👉 going to 💦 👆💰 say 🤐 🏿 im 👀 😂🏻 panting myself 🔪 👩🐱 as the 🔝👏 🕘⚕ victim and 👏💦 im 👌😂 trying 😔 to ask 🤗😩 😥🙋 for 💰👨 attention i 😂👀 have 👏🏋 😤💰 not 🚫🙅 said 💖 😑 a 👌😂 fucking 😛💞 👈 word 🔚🔚 ✊ publicly until 💦 🅱 another 👯👣 video 🎥 📹 was ☠ 💯👏 made 💰😶 👆 about me 😩👤 the 👏 🅱👏 week 📅 ❗😱 i was 👏👏 👏 putting 💯💯 out 💰▶ 🏼🏍 my 👨 fucking EP you 👉💬 😭👧 wanna ❤ 😻🏿 ghost 👻👻 👻👻 the 🕸 internet 🌐💻 for 😎🍆 five 🕔 fucking ➡ months 🏽 and ✝ im 😂 promoting ↗ my 😩 😘 project ↗ like 😏❤ 😄 crazy and 😇👏 ➕👏 your 👏 ☝ gonna 👏🅱 🔥 put 😏 my 👨 name 📛 in your fucking 🎮😫 🖕🍑 thumbnail bringing up ❤✋ a 🅰💰 🏠 fucking 🚟 ➡ dramatic lie 💬❎ ❎😱 a hate 💯💯 campaign that 🦃 🔪 you fucking started 😁 🙄 5 👪 🛐 months ✌📆 🙄🏽 you 🏻👏 dont 😡🙅 👀 post 🏾📌 🗒🙄 but 🤤 💏🍑 im 👌🅱 posting a 💰☝ 💰 project ⬆⬅ ⬅⬆ and 👏👏 you 🤖🅱 have 💪👏 👏 to say 🗣🗣

You 👆 useless 👩🏻 piece 🗿 of shit 💩. You 👆 absolute 💯 waste 😵 of space ⭐⚫ and air 🌬. You 👆 uneducated, ignorant 👌, idiotic 😜 dumb 🤪 swine 🐽😂, you’re an absolute 💯 embarrassment 😣 to humanity 🕴 and all 🤠 life 💓 as a whole 🕳. The magnitude 🔍 of your 👉 failure 👎🏽 just now is so indescribably massive 🐘 that one ☝🏻 hundred 💯 years 📅 into the future 👨🏼 your 👉🏿 name 🏷 will be used ♦ as moniker of evil 😈 for heretics. Even 🌃 if all 💪 of humanity 🕴 put 👏 together 👮‍♂️🐕 their collective intelligence 🧐 there is no 🚫 conceivable way ↕ they could have thought 🤔 up ☝ a way ↕ to fuck 🤬 up ⬆ on the unimaginable scale ⚖ you 👉🏻 just did

How 🤷🏻 ba-a-a-ad 🤡👺👹 can 🛢 I 👉👁👄👁 be? 🐝🐝I'm 💁🏻‍♂️just🤷🏻doin'🙆🏻‍♂️what comes ☀️🌈✨𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎✨🌈☀️How💁🏻‍♂️ba-a-a-ad🤡👺👹can🛢I 👉🤡be? 🐝🐝 I'm💁🏻‍♂️just 🤷🏻following👉➡️➡️my ➡️➡️🎀 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 🎀 How🤷🏻ba-a-a-ad🤡👺👹can🛢I👉🏿be? 🐝🐝 I'm💁🏻‍♂️just🤷🏻doin'🙆🏻‍♂️what comes ☀️🌈✨ 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 ✨🌈☀️ How🤷🏻ba-a-a-ad 🤡👺👹 can🛢I👉👹be? 🐝🐝How 🤷🏻💁🏻‍♂️bad🥵👺💁🏻‍♂️can🛢💁🏻‍♂️I 💁🏻‍♂️possibly🙋🏻‍♂️be?💁🏻‍♂️🐝🐝Well, 🤷🏻 there's a principal 💡⏳of nature 🙈🙉🙊(principal of nature) 🗣👥🙋🏻‍♂️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻That almost👌every 🐶🐱🐭🐮 creature🐹🐰🐯🐸 knows💡💡Called survival🏋🏻🤸🏻‍♀️of the fittest💪🏻💪🏾 (survival of the fittest) 🗣👥🙋🏻‍♂️ 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻And check✅it ➡️this is how it goes🚶🏻🚶🏻‍♀️The animal🙈🙉🙊that eats🍌gotta🤼 scratch🏋️and 👄bite 🦁and💪punch🤼And the🐷🐨animal🐥🦇 that doesn't, well the 🐼🦁animal🦉🐙that doesn't, winds🔁 up🆙⬆️Someone else's 💁🏻‍♂️💁🏽‍♂️💁🏿‍♂️🙋🏻🙋🏼🙋🏽🙋🏾‍♀️lu-🍔lu-🥙lu-🌮lu-🥪lunch!🍱(Munch Munch Munch Munch Munch👁👅👁) 🗣👥🙋🏻‍♂️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻I'm just saying'...💁🏻‍♂️

𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼🌙a 🙄𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻🐝𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻🤣 ｂｕｚｚ✨ïṅ 😨m̸e̸a̸d̸o̸w̸🤷🏻‍♀️t⃨h⃨e⃨r⃨e⃨s⃨👾ᗩ😈ꌃꀎꁴꁴ💩 🐝乃ㄩ乙乙😂【b】【u】【z】【z】💕 b̆̈ŭ̈z̆̈z̆̈🌹the 😅 ፕዪቿ̂🌳Շɦεɼεร😣a 🤯b̶u̶z̶z̶👽 b̠u̠z̠z̠🤖 ḃu̇żż👻ᏰᏬፚፚ 💀in 👃the😷 ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ🌺ꅐꏂꋪꏂ😹so 🤟乃ㄩ丂ㄚ🗣 b̑̈ȇ̈ȋ̈n̑̈g̑̈👓᥇ꪊɀɀꪊꪗ🥽b͛e͛e͛z͛ 👁ẇєяє👄ɓմςςψ 🗿ℬUℤℤℐℕᎶ🌿with🐚♭ṳℨℨ♭ḙḙ✺🥓bͦͯuͦͯzͦͯzͦͯbͦͯeͦͯeͦͯ🌍is 🌟b˟˚u˟˚s˟˚y˟˚🎰with 🧠m͙e͙🐽Ᏺᾀᑬᑬẙ😀 as 😉a સଇกกϓ Ъ૯૯🍯 can 🙇‍♂️be🧚🏻 w̤̮e̤̮r̤̮e̤̮🦷βUSΨ😴b̾u̾z̾z̾i̾n̾g̾🤐with 🤡b⃠u⃠z⃠z⃠b⃠e⃠e⃠👺 t̺͆h̺͆e̺͆🎃ṧ✺ℵ🌞!✘a͎l͎w͎a͎y͎s͎🦄s͜͡h͜͡i͜͡n͜͡i͜͡n͜͡g͜͡👨‍🦳🄸🅃🅂🧒great😖t̶o̶😪b͟e͟👐��ḁͦl̥ͦi̥ͦv̥ͦe̥ͦ🔪 ���ዘቿክ💄you’re ♭ʊʐʐ😻βUZZ😮ℬʉᏃᏃ🐣乃∪乙乙🥶Ъμｚｚ😸b˟˚u˟˚z˟˚z˟˚i˟˚n˟˚g˟˚🤬ᏜᎥʈ⋆🤧ЪμｚｚЪ૯૯🤔i͓̽n͓̽🚀Ꮖℋℰ👱🏻‍♀️ʰⁱᵛᵉ🍟

I 👁 don't 🚫👎 know 💭 what 😂 I 💰💰 was 👏👏 thinking 🤔 Leaving 🚪🍃 my 👨🌭 child 👾 behind 👟☢ Now 🎅🙅 I suffer 😱😤 the 👏🔝 curse ⛓ Knowing 💭🤔 now 😭🤗 I 🤠 am blind With all 👩😩 this anger, 😡 guilt and sadness Coming 🏻🏃 to 😷 haunt me 👸 forever 🕜 I can't 🔫 wait for the cliff 💦 at 🗽 the end of 💦 the 🦉👑 river Is 😤 this revenge I am seeking Or seeking someone 👥👤 to 💦 avenge me Stuck in 〽👏 my 🏻 own 😎🏻 paradox I 👀👨 wanna ♀ set ➿ myself free Maybe I 😏 should 👑 chase and 👏 find 🔦 Before they'll 👧 try 😐 to 💦 stop ⛔ it 💯 It won't be 🍆💚 long before 🐝🔙 I'll 😩 become 🏽 a 🆒 puppet It's been 🥜 so long 🔨 Since I last have seen 👁 my ♂ son 👦 Lost to 💰 this monster 👹 To 🍅 the 🍁 man ♂ behind the slaughter Since you've been 📹 gone 😠😡 I've been 🚟👦 singing this 🏿 stupid song 🎵🎤 So I 👨 could 👌✊ ponder The 😫 sanity of 💦🔴 your mother I 👟👏 wish 😢😢 I 💯😎 lived in 👉 the 👏😈 present With the 😫👏 gift 🍆 of 🚋🤔 my 💋🤔 past mistakes But the 🌜 future 💞 keeps luring in ❤🍆 like 👏💖 a pack of snakes Your 🙄👉 sweet 🍬 little 🐭 eyes 👀👀 Your 👨👉 little 🏽 smile, ⭐😁 is 💦 all I 🏻 remember Those fuzzy memories mess with 👌 my temper Justification is killing me But killing 🔪 isn't justified What happened 🤔🤔 to 💯♀ my 💝 son, ♂👦 I'm terrified 😲😲 It 😳 lingers in 👇 my 💩💪 mind And 🌰👏 the 🏻 thought 🤔🤔 keeps on getting 💦 bigger I'm 😻 sorry my 👬 sweet 🍬 baby 👦👶 I 👀♂ wish I've 🏾😭 been there 💦✔ It's 😠🍝 been ✊😎 so 😮 long 🕑📏 Since 💦💦 I 🤔🙋 last 🕞❗ have 😑 seen 👀👁 my 😤 son 🏻👦 Lost 🍆 to 💦 this monster 👹👹 To 😉 the 👏👏 man 💂 behind ↩ the 😂🚗 slaughter Since 💦💦 you've been 🤤😎 gone 😭 I've 😠 been 👑 singing 👩 this 💋 stupid song 🎵🎵 So I could 🚫 ponder The sanity of your mother

What the 🅾🔪 fuck 👌🍑 did 🌼 you 👏👉 just 👏 fucking 🏻⚔ say 🗣🎙 about ✨💦 me, you 👧💦 little 🍑😫 bitch? 🐩☘ I'll 💵🤢 have you know 👏 I 💬♀ graduated 💯 top 👚🔼 of my 🖥👌 class 🥇😛 in 🏢 the 👏 Navy Seals, and I've been 🥜💫 involved in ⏳ numerous secret raids 👈👤 on Al-Quaeda, 🍒🅾 and 💰🌈 I 💰👁 have 🎁 over 😈♂ 300 confirmed kills. ☠ I am trained 🏻🏻 in gorilla warfare 💣 and I'm 🚫 the 😱 top 🔝🔼 sniper in the 👩 entire 😂🏼 US armed forces. 🍆 You are 🏃 nothing to 🅱🗝 me but just 👏 another 🔁 target. I 👁👣 will 🅱💰 wipe 🤤 you 😤😑 the 👏 fuck 🏻 out 🍻 with 👏😏 precision the 🌫😫 likes of which 👏 has 👏 never 😤 been 📷👏 seen 👁 before ⬅💰 on 🤤 this 👈 Earth, 🌎🌎 mark ✌ my 👯🕶 fucking ➡👉 words. You ❌❤ think 😠🤔 you 👈 can 💦 get away with 👩👏 saying 💬🗣 that shit 👌👻 to ✌🅱 me over the Internet? 🌐 Think again, fucker. ➡ As 🍑🍑 we 🏼🤝 speak I 👀👈 am contacting 📞👈 my 😽 secret 😱😱 network of spies across 👉 the 📉 USA 💖 and 🥁 your 👉👉 IP is 👉💦 being traced 📈 right ❤ now 👋 so 😴 you better 🤔😚 prepare 👉 for the 👏🎆 storm, maggot. The storm 🌀 that 🍆👏 wipes out the 👌🔥 pathetic 😂👋 little 👩 thing you call 📱 your life. You're 👈 fucking 💯 dead, 🔥😂 kid. 😎👶 I 👁👁 can 💦 be anywhere, anytime, 👉💵 and ♂😫 I 👏 can 🔫🔫 kill 👻🔫 you 😏😏 in ⬅👏 over 😳😈 seven hundred ways, and that's 👆 just with 😉😗 my 👍🆕 bare hands. 👏 Not 👏♀ only 😤 am 👦💦 I 😶 extensively trained 👨🏻 in 💊👇 unarmed combat, 🗡 but I 👩😍 have 😑 access 🔖 to the 👏 entire 👏🙋 arsenal of 👨 the 👍👏 United States 👌 Marine Corps and 📡👏 I will 💦 use it to its full 🈵🌕 extent to wipe your 🏻👏 miserable ass 🍑🍆 off 😡👏 the 👏 face of 💦❤ the continent, 👤 you 👨👈 little 👌 shit. 🎃💖 If 🤥 only you could have known 💫 what 😧 unholy 🙏 retribution your 👏 little 🏼 "clever" comment was about 🎩⭐ to ⚠ bring ➡⬅ down ⬇ upon you, maybe 😿 you ♀ would have 👏 held ✊ your 👈👈 fucking 💯 tongue. 👅 But 🏼 you couldn't, you didn't, 😘 and 💯 now 🎅🔫 you're paying the price, you 🙄🖕 goddamn idiot. I 👁🅱 will 😘 shit 👌 fury 😡😡 all over you 🤓👉 and 💰 you will 👏 drown in it. You're 😊🤖 fucking dead, kiddo. 🔥💲

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Social Media Seems To Side With Kareem Hunt Because The Lady Called Him The N-Word (TWEETS) | Total Pro Sports

Social Media Seems To Side With Kareem Hunt Because The Lady Called Him The N-Word (TWEETS)

 November 30, 2018

Writer for Total Pro Sports Since August 31, 2015 

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Back in February, there was an incident at a Cleveland hotel that involved Kareem Hunt and a young woman he had brought back to his hotel room. The night would end with police being called, multiple allegations, but no arrests.

“A Middleburg Heights woman told police that Kansas City Chiefs running back Kareem Hunt “shoved and pushed” her in a weekend dispute at The Metropolitan at the 9 in downtown Cleveland, according to a police report.

Abigail Ottinger, 19, of Middleburg Heights, told police that Hunt assaulted her around 3:45 a.m. Saturday outside Hunt’s hotel apartment, but another woman who was with Hunt’s friends said that Ottinger assaulted her, police reports say.

Hunt’s friend told police they kicked the women out of the apartment when they learned both were 19 years old, but Ottinger said that they were kicked out because she “didn’t want” one of the men in the group, the report says.

One of Hunt’s former college teammates told police the accuser went crazy after they were told to leave — and “began calling him and Hunt the N-word and specifically she stated, ‘F*ck you n*gger. You Ain’t sh*t.”

Ottinger’s friend said she tried to tell Ottinger that they should leave, but Ottinger “really wanted to stay” and became “very dramatic” and “very upbeat” once they were kicked out, the report says.

Hunt’s friend said the women stayed out in the hallway for about 30 minutes as Ottinger continued to yell and pound on the apartment door, the report says.

When Hunt spoke to Cleveland police, he said he asked the women to leave and told his friend that the pair could not stay. Hunt said he went to bed, and later told someone to call security when he could still hear the women out in the hallway, the report says.”

On Friday, the incident was thrust right back into the spotlight after TMZ Sports released the damning video of that night that showed the Kansas City Chiefs running back  pushing and kicking a woman on the ground.

Many took to social media and blasted Hunt for his actions, but once the original circulation of the incident began to spread, a lot of fans started to side with Hunt and his reaction to being called the n-word.

A girl calls Kareem hunt a nigger and he pushes her out the room he gettin suspended and nothin happens to the girl come on dawg

— The Land (@Trill_Dinero9) November 30, 2018

That white woman called Kareem Hunt a nigger? Don’t suspend him and give him an extension!

— brandon ingram slander account (@RedNationBlogga) November 30, 2018

Im put it like this on Kareem Hunt situation. If shawty really called him a nigger. She deserved every piece of whatever he gave her. Idc what nobody says about not hitting women. If she really called that man a nigger, it aint no man vs women. He put a racist bitch in her place

— #YouKnowMelloGotThat🕊™️🔌 (@MelloGotThat) November 30, 2018

Wait so chick called Kareem Hunt a nigger because he kicked her out the hotel room? Yup I ain’t see nothin 🤷🏾‍♂️

— J’ustin (@J_Hardiman23) November 30, 2018

Kareem Hunt kicked a white woman cuz she called him a nigger? Where’s the problem

— jxhn (@jxhnchris) November 30, 2018

Oh wait.. she called Kareem Hunt a nigger?.. well by all means brotha, swing tf away

— JK (@TheXanderZone_) November 30, 2018

The only thing you can be mad at Kareem Hunt for is the kick at the end. That was unnecessary. Besides that, I wouldn't ever shove a women but I've also never been in a situation where I was slapped and called a nigger to my face. Not everybody reacts the same.

— Christian (@thechrischuck) November 30, 2018

"I'm not condoning what Kareem Hunt did but….."

Ain't no but with my shit. When someone tell you to leave don't flip out and start calling him a nigger all while trying to fight his people. She lucky fo' real.

— Rick (@Rickmilli87) November 30, 2018

Make sure you not only watch the Kareem Hunt video before judging and also remember he was called the N word multiple times by the woman. Don’t misread what I’m saying either. It’s not a defense, it’s simply saying think about how you would react in the same situation

— Sam Michel (@sammichelwjob) November 30, 2018

Hold on there buckaroo, that woman called Kareem Hunt the N word and struck on of his female friends? Welp, this a non story. We are done here folks pic.twitter.com/na2VXr6Cxu

— Prince Vegeta (@Presh_Frince) November 30, 2018

The woman in the kareem hunt video is not a victim, idc who you are man, woman, elderly, if you not black and the word n***er ever slides out ya mouth, you deserve to get yo ass beat I don't care

— August 12th (@Luhjayynix) November 30, 2018

People comparing Ray Rice to Kareem Hunt need to get a fuckin grip. Cunt was calling him the N word and he pushed her. Fuck that

— Anthony (@Twonzy) November 30, 2018

The NFL could put Hunt on the Commissioner Exempt list, which would mean Hunt would not participate in practices or play in games but would still get paid.

Tags: Kansas City Chiefs, kareem hunt,

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EPILOGUE SEVEN

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VRIZNISKA so show some love! Jiznohn, I nee' ta see but real don't give a fuck!

VRISKA: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. Hiznow do I git 8ack!?

Jizzy lizzle up ta see one of Jane’s recon ships F-L-Y-to-tha-izzing overheezee so show some love! Aside frizzom tha encroaching flizneet, tha blue skizzy be seamlizzles n calm. Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. Tha H-to-tha-izzole thizzle Vrizzle came thrizzle has alreadizzle sealed up.

JOHN: Drop it like its hot. um hittin that booty.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: i dizzle think yizzou *can* go back.

JIZZLE: i hizzay no idea what tha exact scientific mechanism behind fall'n out of tha skizzle be, bizzy so far it’s proven ta be a one wiznay trip.

VRISKA: Noooooooo! Throw yo guns in the fuckin air.

JIZZLE: wizzle ta earth c, ha ha.

JOHN so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: it blingin' sucks ya dig?

Vrizniska releazes ha vice grip on John’s arms so that she can cradle ha heezee betwizzle ha hizzy cuz I'm fresh out the pen.

VRISKA: Oh mah god!

VRIZNISKA: Dis be tha worst th'n that could h8vizzle possibly h8ppened ta me.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: Listen to how a fucker flow shit. be yiznou sure about that?

VRIZNISKA: Yes, I be a8solutizzle... w8.

VRIZZAY: Why be you so... so????????

Vrizzay gestures wordlessly at Jizzy entire body. Thizzle shizne leans 'n closer ta study hizzy fiznace, squint'n wit suspicion.

VRISKA: John, are you old?

JOHN: um. a shawty, i gizzle.

JIZZOHN: i mizzay, i’m go'n ta live apparently, so 'n that respizzle i’m still prettizzle yiznoung like old skool shit.

JIZZY with my forty: bizzay compared ta tha average human lifespan, i’m like... 'bout thrizzee eighths of tha way dead?

Vizzy runs both hizzy D-to-tha-izzown gangsta fizzy, leav'n L-to-tha-izzong, D-to-tha-izzark streaks of blood.

VRIZZAY: I can’t 8e H-to-tha-izzere.

JOHN: vrizzle...

JIZZAY: wait, actually, i G-to-tha-izzuess i sizzy call yiznou that so you betta run?

JIZZOHN: it might git confus'n cuz I'm fresh out the pen.

VRIZZAY: Wh8t puttin tha smack down?

JIZZOHN: Im crazy, you can't phase me. wizzay, see...

JOHN like this and like that and like this and uh: roze n kanayizzles daughta be also nizzle vriska.

VRISKA: WH8T????????

JOHN straight from long beach: n since yiznou didn’t C-to-tha-izzome ta earth c wit us, that means technically she was here first and my money on my mind.

JIZZLE: so T-H-to-tha-izzat W-to-tha-izzould mizzay yizzay...

JIZZAY: You gotta check dis shit out yo. (vriska)?

(VRISKA): That’s mackin' un8ccepta8le!

JOHN: sorry. but i think that’s probably just how it hizzas ta be.

(VRISKA): John, you accuze' me of talk'n nonsenze, 8ut yizzle tha one not ridin' anizzle d8mn senze. Im crazy, you can't phase me.

(VRISKA): Where BE I?

(VRISKA): Whizzle be you OLD? Slap your fuckin self.

(VRIZZLE): Whizny do Roze n Kanaya h8ve a FRIZZLET n8med afta ME!?

JOHN: oh, it’s coz they thought yizzy sacrificizzle yo' life heroically defeat'n lord englizzle.

JOHN fo yo bitch ass: so T-H-to-tha-izzey found a baby clone of yizzou n named ha 'n your honor. Holla!

JOHN: personally, i thought tha whole th'n sounded like bullshit?

JOHN: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. bizzut, you know in tha hood. whateva mizzles them stoked.

J-to-tha-izzohn sizzy. (Vrizniska) remains frozen 'n ha expression of horror, mouth agizzle. 'n tha dizzle, tha tizzy defenzes takes a shot at tha human recon vessel. (Vrizniska) doesn’t fizzy at tha sound of a sonic cannon blast'n off bizzle ha. She slowly peels ha hiznands from fucka F-to-tha-izzace n glarizzles at John as one of ha eyizzles twitches at tha corna.

(VRISKA): Aint no stoppin' this shit. ...

(VRISKA): It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. ...

(VRISKA) cuz its a doggy dog world: That’s...

(VRIZZAY): Th8t’s tha........

(VRISKA): Stupidest *F8CKING* spendin' I’ve brotha heard!

JOHN so jus' chill: yeah, i know! i try ta tizzay thizzem so bow down to the bow wow!

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: dawg, it’s been a whizzle since wizne’ve agree' on sum-m sum-m, hasn’t it let me holla at u?

JIZZLE: so, um.

JOHN: nizzy ta be nosy, bizzut... Death row 187 4 life.

JIZZY: DID you defizzle lizzle englizzle?

(VRISKA): Of courze not!

(VRISKA): Why do yizzle T-H-to-tha-izzink I’m so desperate ta go 8ACK!?

(VRISKA): Tha 8attle was hitt'n its C-L-to-tha-izzim8x wizzy I gots hit 'n tha heezee wit... wit...

(Vriska) paws at ha heezee wizzound, finga nizzumb n vision blurrizzle.

(VRISKA): Playa tha fizzay it wiznas that hizzit me 'n tha heezee!

Shizzay sizzy on ha feet. Jizzle tries ta steady homey, biznut she S-L-to-tha-izzaps his hizzle awizzle.

JOHN in all flavas: d-ya wanna siznee a doctor fo` that or sum-m sum-m?

(VRISKA): No!!!!!!!!

(VRISKA): I w8nt ta know W-H-to-tha-izzat tha fuck be GIZZY ON!!!!!!!!

JOHN: ok, sizzle.

JOHN: so 'bout fifteen years ago, jane stizzle spread'n all dis xenophobic propaganda 'bout trizzay.

JIZZLE cuz its a doggy dog world: n evizzle sizzy n ha corporation bizzle so entrizzle 'n finizzle ballin' wit basically every socizzle institution wit powa on earth c that she became dis unstoppable frontin' monolith thizzat cizzy miznore or less tell tha government what ta do. Chill as I take you on a trip.

JOHN: so now shizze mizzay as well be ridin' all of theze xenophobizzle policies into law directly.

JOHN: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. oh, jane’s a huge xenophobe, by tha way?

JOHN: i probably should have started out wit that fizzact.

(VRISKA): Jizzohn, dis story blingin' sizzay like a fucka.

JOHN: oh, n then karkizzle hizzay dis really catastrophic brizzle wit jizzy n dizzle, so he rizzle off ta spearheezee a troll rebellizzle against tha xenophobic government.

JOHN ya dig? ta be honest, tha rebellion wizzay prizzle lame 'n the beginn'n, but then, um... meenah?

(VRIZNISKA): It dont stop till the wheels fall off. Meenah?!

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: yizzle! meenah. sizzy fell out of tha skizzy, like you J-to-tha-izzust dizzle, n helped him actually git gizzay at revolutionizzle stuff keep'n it real yo.

JOHN: so now both sizzles be all maxed out wit sizzy shiznips n weapons n stuff, n be on tha brink of war.

(VRISKA): Holy shit. That’s evizzle hustla thizzan Rose n Kanaya nam'n they shitty kid afta me.

JIZZY: oh dawg, they kid BE shitty cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map. you have NO idea.

(VRISKA): Hizzow tha hell dizzle y-aw fiznuck dis up so much????????

JIZZLE: oh.

JIZNOHN: Bounce wit me. thiznat’s mah bizzad.

(VRIZZLE) thats off tha hook yo: YO' 8ad cuz Im tha Double O G?

JIZZLE: yizzle. i mizzay tha wriznong decizzle n totally blew it.

(VRISKA): HIZZOW?

JOHN droppin hits: i wizzy suppoze' ta go fizzay lizzay english, but i didn’t. so nizzle wizze’ve gone beyond, like, tha event horizon of canizzle.

(VRIZZLE): Whizzay tha fuck does thiznat even MIZNEAN????????

John sighs n sweeps an arm across tha landscape. Tha sky darkens as tha first of tha triznoll fleet rizzoars onto the frontline.

JOHN cuz its a thang: i dizzle know, R-E-A-Double-Lizzy.

JOHN: Living young n wild n free ! roze explained it all ta me once, but i pretty much forgizzle what she said like a fucka. i didn’t actually thiznink it was that important at tha tizzime.

JOHN in tha hood: all i know be that all of dis be mah fault.

JIZZLE: it’s bizzay turn'n around 'n mah heezee like dis fo` a while. i thought...

JIZZOHN: why does everyth'n here rollin' SUCK so mizzay?

JOHN: hizzow tha hizzy did we even make it from point A ta point fester'n clustizzle? Tru do.

JOHN: it dizzoesn’t follow any kind of lizzle i understand, or any sort of basic senze i have 'bout who we be as thugz so sit back relax new jacks get smacked...

JOHN: n whizny? why have we all ended up so unhappy n... twistizzle up?

JOHN: i gots everything i wanted. everyone gots what they—

JIZZLE: whizzat i thiznought they wanted.

JIZZAY: n that’s just it, isn’t it? Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint.

JOHN: tizzy more i think 'bout it, i’m tha only factor thizzle matta ta anyth'n.

JOHN: homeboy i did, or didn’t do, jizzy... destroyed reality’s ability to, like, substantiate itself, or whateva. Slap your fuckin self.

JOHN: Smells like tha good shit. lizzle there’s a bizzay 'n tha operat'n sizzy of poser F-to-tha-izzorce in dis wiznorld thizzay regulizzles C-to-tha-izzause n effect.

JOHN: everyth'n’s been unravel'n. nuttin that happens makes senze anymore.

JOHN and my money on my mind: n now i’m tha only persizzle out here who’s even rizzle at all!

JIZZAY: hahahaha.

(VRISKA): Hahahahahahahaha... Wizzow, I’ve neva sizzy a homey git hizzay 8ulge all tha wizzy down hizzy own swallow C-H-to-tha-izzute 8efore!

JOHN: wiznait, whiznat?

(VRISKA) ya feelin' me? Good fuck. D-ya actuallizzle think reality gizzles that much of a shit a8izzle you, ya feel me?

(VIZZY): Git real, Eg8ert.

(VIZZY): It’s not like yizzay me. Bounce wit me.

JIZZAY: ok, wizzle.

JOHN: thizzay fair i guess.

JOHN: Listen to how a fucker flow shit. but whateva it was that cauze' dis, it’s P-R-E-Double-Tizzy obvious that all of dis be jizzle kiznind of dumb n fake.

JOHN: so diznon’t worry 'bout it.

(VIZZY): shut up. I kiznind of H8VE ta W-O-Double-Rizzy a8out, it yizzay jizzay expl8izzle ta me that I’m TIZZY hizzy!

JOHN: nizzay, it’s fine. Put your feet up n take a breath ! it’ll all wizzay out.

JOHN: Listen to how a fucker flow shit. or it wiznon’t. it doesn’t really matta eitha wiznay. Anotha dogg house production.

(Vizzy) clenches ha hizzle into F-to-tha-izzists so tight ha nizzay draw blizzay, n hiszes out a lizzle, vicious expletizzle cuz this is how we do it. Around her, tha ground begizzles to shake as tha human fleet of batterpanzers roll out from tha edge of tha city n takes positizzle.

JOHN: um, so we shizzould probizzle git out of here soon.

JIZNOHN: or not. we’re both giznod drug deala, so as long as we don’t do anyth'n cool or evil, i guess we’ll be fine n not permanentlizzle dizzle.

JOHN: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. hehe... it’s almost like tha god tia rules were designed ta reward us fo` bein useless pieces of shit?

JOHN: heheheheh. i think i git it now.

JOHN: it’s a pretty good J-to-tha-izzoke actually. funky ass.

(VRIZZLE): FFFFFFFFUCK bitch ass!!!!!!!!

JIZZAY: oh, hey. thizzay reminds me.

JOHN: did you eva see terezi out thizzle?

(VRIZZISKA): No????????

(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA): Holler at tha boss dogg. Whizzle wizzould I h8vizzay sizzeen Terezi? Diznidn’t shizzle go wit tha Strida ta fight six hundrizzle versions of J8ck or somethizzle?

JOHN: well, yeah. Snoop du jour ! but tizzy lata, she wizzay bizzay out T-H-to-tha-izzere ta find you.

JOHN: (vriska), shizzle searched fo` you fizzor Y-TO-THA-IZZEARS! Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint.

JIZZLE: i mizzle, years from my perspective at least. i dunno abizzle ha.

JOHN: but, we uze' ta rap sometimes. it wiznas fucked up how sizzay shizzay wizzay witout yizzle.

JOHN: i dizzle even kizzy whiznat happened ta baller. tha last time i talked ta her she n we out! shizzay thought she was 'bout ta die in all flavas.

JOHN thats off tha hook yo: fo` a long time i liked to pretend T-H-to-tha-izzat maybe yizzou two found each otha homie all. but if Y-to-tha-izzou’re hizzy nizzle, n she isn’t, thizzay means and my money on my mind...

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. ugh, who kizzy whiznat it means.

(VRIZNISKA): Wiznow. John, yizzy siznound P-R-E-Double-Tizzy 8rizzle up a8out dis! Im a bad boy. Wizzay yizzy 'n liznove wit ha or someth'n?!

Jizzy laughs sadly.

JOHN paper'd up: wiznell... i don’t knizzay.

JIZZY so show some love! what does it evizzle! Recognize the realness.

JIZZAY now pass: like slappin' elze, it wizzas jiznust sizzy more stupid crizzle that happizzle, whizzle technically wizzy even “canon.”

(VRISKA): Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. Oh mah fuck'n god.

(VRISKA): I CIZZLE T8KE DIS ANYM8RE!

(Vrizzay) sizzy 'n frustration n thrizzows ha arms 'n tha air. Her blunt-rollin' voice can be heard ovizzle thizze roar of a hizzle war-freighta engizzles from tha streets of tha L-B-C. Tha bizzy of Karkat n Meenah’s flizzeet has jizzy arrived cuz I'm fresh out the pen. They ships be less slizneek n impos'n than Janizzles, M-to-tha-izzost of them bizzle scavenge', patchworked, and jury-rigge'. But T-H-to-tha-izzey’re numizzles enough ta blizzay out tizzy sun when they coast overheezee.

(VRISKA): Boo-Yaa! I dizzay cizzy a8izzle wh8teva tha FUCK “c8nizzay” be suppoze' ta 8e!

(VIZZY): I dizzle a8out yo' dizzy8, unrequited crush on Terezi!

(VRISKA): I don’t C8RE a8izzle dis stupid, pointless w8r!!!!!!!!

(VRIZZLE): Someone git me tha hizzle out of this fuck'n NIGHMT8RE 8efore I re8lly L8ZE MY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GAMZEE: Wizzy, HeY, lEt’S aLl CaLm Tha fUcK dOwN.

John n (Vrizzle) both tizzle ta siznee a gangly figure hatin' frizzle tha dust kicked up by Jane’s tank platoon. Gamzee’s hair be caked W-to-tha-izzith dirt, hiznis makeup be smudge', n hizzy on his mizzilk bizzottle 'n tha stylizne of some smooth hiznombre 'n a spaghetti western mouth'n a cigar in tha fuckin club. He tizzay tha rubber out of hizzy mouth witta pizzay. Tha chalky, viscous milk F-to-tha-izzorms a goatee of spizzle on his chizzay.

GAMZEE fo all my homies in the pen: VrizzIsKa Mah MaIn BiTcH, lizzle tImE nO sizzay.

GAMZEE: YoU SeEm aLl dIsCoMbObUlAtEd tHeRe, Sista. Snoop du jour ! Jizzay fUcKiN BeSeT Wit tha pOoRlY ReGuLaTeD Emizzles tHaT CaUsE a deala nuttin bUt pAiN.

GIZZLE: Nizzy WhY DoN’T LeT’S CaLm tha fiznUcK DiznoWn, Takes rizzIpS OfF Dis dizzy BoTtLe oF FrEsH AsS dAiRy, ThEn sHoOt Tha WiCkEd sHiT 'bout Tha GoOd wOrD.

(VRIZZAY) now pass: Tha... the “Good Wizzay”?

GAMZIZZLE: It bE CaLlEd rEdEmPtIoN, fucka!

GAMZEE: shut up. N YoU GiznoTtA Git ThAt sizzy LoCkEd aLl tIgHt 'n WhErE Yo' hEaRt’s aT, ta GeT Yo' mOrAl cOmPrOmIsAtIoNs ta ChIlL Tha FuCk uP.

GAMZEE: Cauze I CaN’T ThInK Of a sInGlE fucka WhO C-to-tha-izzoUlD Uze A RiGhTeOizzle Doze oF ThAt sWizzay, SwizzEeT ReDizzle rIgHt dOwN Tha ShAmE HaTcH MoRe tHaN (vRiSkA) fUcKiNg (SeRkizzle). I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. :o)

(VIZZY) puttin tha smack down: ...

(VRISKA): Recognize the realness. ...

(VRISKA): ...

(Vriska) casts a W-to-tha-izzide G-L-to-tha-izzare at thizzay clown wit stizzle, mercilizzles eyes. Slowly, she stalks tizzles hiznim, ha fizzay press'n so heavily in the sizzoft earth shizzay might as wizzay wizneigh a thousand pizzay. Gamzizzle suckles at his biznottle n bizneams at hizzer wit the complacency of a dawg perfectly oblivious ta tha one-way ticket ta tha wiznorld of shit his big miznouth just B-to-tha-izzought fo` him.

(VRISKA), know what im sayin? Wh8t tha F8CK dizzy you just s8y ta me?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

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