I know that Alex’s “So you’re sayin’ you like me. That’s what I got from that” was played for laughs. But think about where her head is at that moment:
For decades she thought she just wasn’t good at this. And for the last few weeks she’s been really new to this. And she’s already (or so she thinks) misread Maggie wrong once.
She figuring herself out, and owning her sexuality, and seems a lot more comfortable in her own skin. But she probably still doesn’t believe that someone is going to want her. Every time she’s felt all flustered and warm around a girl it has ended badly. And she never felt anything for the men who wanted her.
And now here is Maggie, who she hasn’t gotten over. Who she may never get over.
And Maggie is telling her that life is too short and that she needs to kiss all the girls she wants to kiss, and despite Alex’s hope, there is a voice in the back of her head saying “that’s not you. She didn’t want to kiss you, remember”. The voice that always reminds her that she will never be anything but second best.
And then halfway through Maggie kissing her she thinks maybe this might actually be happening. But she’s been wrong before. She’s been wrong about Maggie before.
So she says it out loud. Just to make sure it is real. And the quick reply of “of course” before Maggie starts making fun of her makes her think that everything might be okay.
That she might be someone’s first choice for the first time in her life.
Cause loving you, loving you is too hard
All I do, all I do's not enough
Loving you, loving you
I cannot be loving you, loving you
Loving you, loving you leaves me hurt
All I do, all I do is get burnt
Loving you, loving you
I cannot be loving you, loving you
“The problem with wanting,“ he whispered, his
mouth trailing along my jaw until it hovered over my lips, "is that it
makes us weak.” And
then, when I thought I couldn’t bear it any longer, he brought his mouth
down on mine.
This is a weird ask, but how would the 2P!'s react to finding out their crush/gf/bf was a nymphomaniac? I don't mean to sound pervy, I just thought it would be a funny situation. (I really, really love your blog! It always makes me smile!)
2P!America: You’re a what? *pauses* A WHAT?? …. So, you’re sayin’… you always wanna fuck? *chuckles* I think I can take care of that, no need to worry dollface~
2P!China: *stares* .., So… this means… we’re gonna be having a lot of sex? *jumps onto table and fist-pumps* … FUCKYAAAASSSSSS
2P!England: Excuse me…? What you’re saying can’t possibly be true! There’s no such thing… I cannot believe this! I, I… *flustered, at a loss for words*
2P!France: *blinks* So there’s a name for it?
2P!Russia: *stiffens* Then… I suppose we are not as meant to be as I previously believed?
2P!Italy: …You’re fucking with me, right? *after being told again* …. Are you serious? I-I mean… what does it matter? *smirks* I can give you all the pleasure in the world, bella; you can bet that you’ll always be satisfied with me. ;)
2P!Germany: *drops whatever’s in his hands and gazes at you, lovestruck* ….Mein gott I found my dream girl.
2P!Japan:You, a sex-addict? And me, kinky? …I can conclude that things are going to go well between us.
2P!Canada: *monotone voice* yaaaay.
2P!Romano: *nervous laugh* ahahaha…. but I can safely assume that you haven’t had more than say, 10 or so sex partners, yes…?
2P!Austria: Oooh look at this, my lovely girlfriend is a sinner~ May I just say that you possibly have gotten me even more intrigued by you? And that is a great accomplishment in itself, I must admit! Now… how do you feel about S&M, hmmm?~
2P!Prussia: *blushes heavily* I… I’m not sure if I can… I’m sorry if– *sighs and tries again* I don’t think I can say the same?
((Oh, and thank you Anon; I’m pleased to know you enjoy my blog~))
Ok I need you to understand how hard it is to choose a bias in this group but I can't decided between suho and xiumin 😫 I genuinely love both
Fam have I ever told y'all the story of how I got my bias?! So I was a new exo L the world was new wolf wasn’t appreciated yet growl dropped 2 months? before I started stanning talent and I wanted a bias. I didn’t know how boy groups worked because I liked them? But I didn’t like them you see what I’m sayin so “a new world opened up” when I saw growl and so I started researching exo and I wanted merch so I started googling pictures of exo members because I didn’t want just anyone’s name on me you know I need the name of a cutie on my back and saw this one picture of suho
And was like 0.0 zayum you is a cutie (yes horrible English and all) and I was like cool I’ll buy your merch!! So as I’m getting more into myeonmyeon I start to look for him on Tumblr too and it was about the time of a nature republic fan sign so that’s what flooded the suho tag (which note to new fans if your bias has a stage name always search their real name on Tumblr because if you search suho/xiumin/chen/ lay you’ll see more Chanyeol, baekhyun, jungkook, etc. than you will the person you’re looking for) NEEDLESS TO SAY I was in the suho tag (I hadn’t bought the merch yet btw because I’m a cheap hoe and I take forever to buy stuff) and I saw a picture of minseok and I was like??? Who is this be??? (Not gonna lie thought he wasn’t super attractive at 1st but I have seen the error of my ways) any who xiu was like
And I was like >_> I see you too but I’m in the suho lane no detours and he was like
So hi I’m taking over your life now
And the rest is history
So dear anon you can love them both right but your universe will only be filled with one
"You're as hot as Bagamnan's passion for my head" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
BA’GAMNAN. she recalls the tales told to her of the bounty hunter and his desires to capture the sky pirate, such desire, such conviction to have him in his slimy grasps. the compliment, albeit unusual was flattering nonetheless. shielded hands, protected by only the finest of dragon mail rise up to her chin, fingers tapping at her bottom lip.
❛ ——— so what you’re sayin’ is i’m hotter than a bounty hunter’s desire to kill you ? ❜ stifled is the laugh that wants to break free, crawling up her throat and touching her crimson lips – she holds it back, keeps it tamed & remained further down.
❛ well pretty boy , that’s awful cute of you and all – ❜ her steps, once tentative to a new face now stride with grace and a fierce sense of belonging take haste in his direction. he may be taller, but she is more like volcanic fires ; a force that he dared not toy with.
she maintains stoic posture, but her body pushes against his - crimson curls apart and smiles up at him, eyes bright with an excitement she’s rarely felt ( except for the times she’s forced her spear into the head of a daemon ) she’s close enough to take in that aftershave he’s started wearing, a cedarwood scent that cannot be missed. she’s gained such familiarity with it now that one hint of it and she is reminded of him. her hunting companion, her ally in the skies. he was only supposed to be a distraction, a company of which she part with whenever she so desired —- but aranea has grown attached. smitten.
❛ i much prefer the normal flattery you use , balthier. ❜ no witty retort, no retaliation to the god-awful, cheesy line. aranea is amused and she is flattered by his attempts, though there will always be the preference to his more charming banter, his sweet words and suave mannerisms. a hand is placed on his waist and another on his chest, fingers just creeping over his shoulder. her face leans in, lips mere centimetres from his —- what she wants is to drive him wild, to tease until he crumbles in her hold. but this moment is too precious, aranea prefers it remain a memory she can call upon when in need of happier times. to remember the first time she felt her heart beat with an anxious joy.
softly she enacts what he does so well, she steals from him in those minutes something so pure - so rare, A KISS. he has her enthralled, completely enamoured by his presence and she will always adore every second around him. balthier has had a kiss stolen from him, but she has lost far bigger to his lithe, swift hands.
no offense but can pll stop adding new characters - if they wanna bring in ‘new’ faces then they should just bring back the characters that popped in for like three-five episodes ( lesli stone, talia sandoval, miranda collins, alex santiago, jonny raymond, holden strauss, ted, samara, ben, dean, wes, hardy, *my actual king* eddie lamb ) and then vanished into the abyss –– it’s not like they’re going to be relevant to the story anyways so….. ( okay eddie lamb was but you get what i’m sayin’ )
“That’s rediculous,” Chase said, snorting. “You expect me to believe that?”
The coach just shrugged. “You can believe what you want, Chase, but it’s the truth.”
Evan squinted and scratched at the top of his head. “That dont make alot of sense to me, Coach.”
“Think about it. Carefully. Don’t want your heads exploding on me. Now, remember - this isn’t my idea. I’d much rather have you as you are, as my boys, my team, but some people seem to think it’s unethical and that I should tell you what happened.”
“So when your sayin that we havent always been like this, what the hell do you mean?” Chase tossed the football back and forth in his hands. He always did that while he was trying to use his brain. For example, if he was tryin to study for some stupid test. Couldn’t think without the football. Well, it wasn’t that but he kept getting … distracted, I guess, by the lack of the feeling of it in his hands. Like something had gone missing. It consumed him, irritated him, frustrated him, until he got the pigskin back into his hands and could toss it around idly.
“I mean that you, ah, you both had different lives. Different goals. Wanted different things, ah, then you do now. Don’t get me wrong, you were both very unhappy with things the way they were. Aren’t you happier now?”
“Happier then when we weren’t who we are now?” Evan reached up under his jersey and arranged his shoulder pads. “All respect, Coach, but I dont know what the hell your talkin about. Are we gonna practice soon?”
“Yeah. I just had to take a minute to tell you this. It wasn’t my idea,” the coach said. He had a feeling Evan would be more confused than Chase. He had taken to the change much more quickly than it had initially been thought he would, in fact, perhaps took to it slightly dangerously, with his cognitive function drastically reduced. You could argue, the Coach thought to himself, that it wasn’t so much he got dumber, not really, just … more focused on one thing. Focus is a good thing. There’s a hundred ways to rationalize what had happened.
Chase was still staring at him in disbelief. “So you’re sayin … we were someone else. Like, what … nerds?” The coach was concerned for Chase, who, even though he had also taken swiftly to the change, for some reason retained a splintered ego, his psyche maintaining a false amount of confidence in his intelligence. He winced, dreading how close to reality the jock’s question had veered.
“Boys, let’s just let it go, huh. We’re all different at different points in our lives. Just because you haven’t always liked football doesn’t mean that you don’t absolutely love it now. Am I right?”
“Fuck yeah, coach,” they said, nearly in unison.
“That’s right. And, besides. People change. Sometimes for the better.” He clapped Chase’s shoulder. “And I know that I have two of the most dedicated, hard-working, men on this team, standing right in front of me. If you don’t have much interest in other things anymore, that’s perfectly fine. If you can’t do too well in your other classes, well … you do the best you can, right? The team comes first. The game comes first.”
“The team comes first. The game comes first. Yes sir, Coach.” Again, maybe a heartbeat off, but nearly in unison.
The coach nodded, satisfied. He wasn’t gonna risk the team. He was safe. The boys were happy. They worked out, played football, watched football on TV, played fantasy football, talked about football and working out. Maybe they weren’t the brightest bulbs in the box, maybe he could honestly compare at least one of them to a box of rocks. Maybe he could call them meatheads and mean it honestly as a descriptor of their lifestyle.
Fuck ethics, the coach thought to himself, and smiled. “Now who’s ready for some goddamn FOOTBALL!”
Several muddy, rough-tackle, grueling hours later, Chase and Evan were still smiling. Could hear the cheers of the crowd in their ears already. Knew, implicitly, that they were exactly where they should be and doing exactly what they should be doing. They felt the satisfaction of the “click” that occurs when you and your destiny become aligned. Or at least they thought. And that was enough for them.
“Mako, old pal,” Varrick purred, his voice like silk and his tongue as slick and silver as mercury. “My boys tell me you’ve been making a right mess of the place. If you wanted to see me, you have my card.”
“I figured you’d be adverse to me comin’ to call,” Mako grunted. “Given the circumstances.”
“The murder of dear old Asami, yes,” Varrick laughed, pouring out two glasses of the good stuff. Varrick’s liquor always stank, and as he offered a glass to Mako, he had to force himself not to retch while declining it.
“Dreadful business, that,” Varrick remarked, downing both glasses himself, “but I wouldn’t get so worked up about it if I was you.”
“What’re you sayin’?” Mako asked, his eyes narrowing.
Varrick wrapped an arm around Mako’s shoulder and leaned in, his face an unmistakable smirk. “I’m sayin’,” he chuckled, “that from what I heard, it ain’t healthy for a PI to be askin’ questions about the Sato girl. I were you, I’d drop it.”
Mako wasn’t sure if that made him more or less suspicious of the man whose breath reeked of whiskey.
me before summer started: this summer is going to be amazing! i will spend time with my friends, go out, read many books, eat healthy and exercise :”—)) aaah~ i’m so excited! me now: *spends the whole day in her room watching k-dramas*