I don't know what these other niggas on, but eh I don't really have an opinion on Rihanna being with a non black guy. I mean for one thing it's not as if I was ever going to date her, so why these niggas pressed like she turned down their engagement offer? That and eh he looks like a cool dude you do you Rih.
also, it’s not like she’s never been with a black man. so the only explanation i can offer for why they’re fucking pissing themselves is because they feel like they can’t control rih. these black patriarchal men don’t like women who in any way defy the black patriarchy and that includes dating non-black men because i guess it means they aren’t acknowledging the supremacy of cishet black men or whatever
About "Henry Ross" sounding really nice I'm randomly guessing it might have something to do with the fact that the "r" sound is repeated in henRy Ross so it might be alliteration! Pardon me i just learn about cool stuff like that in literature and get excited when I see things it can apply to in real life
Well, alliteration is when multiple words BEGIN with the same letter or sound! While the term “alliteration” might not quite apply here, it’s certainly a repetition of the sound, so you’re right on the money. :D
I also think it’s probably something to do with the fact that “Henry Ross” has a total of just three syllables, and three tends to be a nice number for names since it makes them simple and pretty easy to recall. You’ll notice “Joey Drew” has three, as well – many characters in fiction have two or three syllables to their names for the same reason. More complicated names tend to be harder to recall, especially for folks who might speak a different language as their first.
Earlier today, before taking a nap, @akaichi texts me and goes “I gotta drop something off. I’ll just leave it in the mailbox.” I’m like ight cool. Knowing our friendship this thing would either be some sort of food item or a troll ass gift.
Woke up to finding this guy on my porch (Pretty much a troll ass gift, but a great one)
in my onion altho i agree that a lot of kalos characters weren’t really as fleshed out as they could be (and tbf i don’t think this was ONLY the case in gen 6, even gen 5 had some “flat” characters) there were still some really cool concepts like having an e4 member being a member of team flare, az’s entire god damn buck wild backstory, diantha’s convo with lysandre in the cafe that gave us some insight into her ideas of beauty and changing to fit a variety of roles, etc and it could’ve def benefitted from a third installment. but also imo it’s kind of cool that there isn’t a ton of explanation given to their characters bc it leaves a lot of room for interpretation and for people to flesh them out themselves! so it does kind of suck that many people tend to ignore the kalos characters except like.. sycamore and lysandre bc there is some interesting characterization going on there, at least to me
im a girl and i fell in love with another girl online. i don't know how to describe it, i have so much i want to say. i know a lot about her from what she's told me and what she's told the gc but i want to get to know her one on one. she barely answers pms though and she doesn't want to tell anyone her real name. im so confused, do you have any advice?
respect their limits! it’s understandable that sometimes people do want that privacy, but you can be honest too and say simply (even though that might sound pretty difficult at first!!!) ‘hey! you seem really cool, i’d like to get to know you more!’ or, just strike up conversations on your gc, interests, general information, whatever suits you! <3
stood in front of Saeran’s building. It had been weeks since the incident, and
he still couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. He knew Saeran had invited him
to come back, but had he really meant it? He fidgeted from foot to foot, his
hands clutching the strap of his bookbag. He gnawed on his bottom lip and his
eyes roamed from the front door, back down the sidewalk towards the bus stop. He
sighed and his shoulder slumped. Why was he such a coward? He told himself that
Saeran wouldn’t want to see him again, that the kiss was just a joke on him. Why
would an amazing and cool guy like Saeran be interested in a kid like Yoosung?
a step towards the bus stop when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He stopped,
frozen and afraid, the assault jumping to the front of his mind. Someone
pressed themselves against him and he felt warm breath on his neck. Then he
smelled peppermint and his pulse increased, but in a good way.
do you think you’re going?” Saeran whispered in his ear. “I thought you were
coming to see me, although, I’ve never seen someone wait so long before
actually ringing the doorbell.” He chuckled. Yoosung blushed, his neck beet
red, his body breaking out in goosebumps. Yoosung stepped forward and turned to
face the taller man, his amber eyes were lined with kohl again and it made them
more intense and intimidating. But there was also humor in them and his smile
I’m sorry, I should have said something when I walked up, but, you looked so
cute shuffling back and forth, nibbling your lip.” Saeran said, stepping closer
to Yoosung and ran his thumb across Yoosung’s cracked bottom lip. He couldn’t
stop looking at Saeran, his breath caught in his throat and he wondered if Saeran
was going to kiss him again. He lifted his head higher and parted his lips,
anxious and needy.
stepped away from him and loped up the few steps to the door of his building. He
unlocked it and held it open. He gestured with his head. “Come on.” He said, a
sly grin on his face. Yoosung was afraid that Saeran knew he had wanted a kiss.
He felt silly, but he walked past Saeran into the building.
long, they were in Saeran’s cozy apartment.
are you going to talk?” Saeran teased Yoosung, yanking on the bookbag strap and
pulling it over his shoulder, setting it by the door with their shoes.
sorry, I…I wasn’t sure if you’d be happy to see me.” He kind of whispered.
wouldn’t I be?” Saeran asked seriously. He motioned for Yoosung to sit at the
table and he slipped into his kitchenette to put water on to heat. He grabbed
some tea bags and a couple of cups. He sat next to Yoosung, his gaze intent on
shrugged. “I just didn’t know if…you know…you did that easily.”
Saeran laughed. “You mean do I kiss cute boys and let them walk out of my life
forever as a general rule?”
like that.” Yoosung giggled, he was so nervous.
leaned over, his elbows on his knees and he made sure he captured Yoosung’s
eyes. “No Yoosung, I don’t make that kind of thing a habit.”
Yoousng’s blush deepened, and he noticed that there was a flush across Saeran’s
nose as well. The kettle whistled and Saeran sighed, getting up to pull it off
the stove. He brought it over and poured the steaming hot water into their
cups, then put it back on a cold burner.
sat back down and picked up his cup, blowing on it. “Is that why you came back?
You wanted me to do ‘that’ again?” he looked over his cup at Yoousng’s
No! I mean, well, I wouldn’t mind, but, that’s…ah…” Saeran’s laugh was deep and
have you eaten yet? Wanna go get something to eat with me?”
about our tea?” Yoosung asked, then he groaned. What a stupid question. Saeran
stood up and pulled Yoosung up with him. He held his hands and didn’t let them
go. They were so close, Yoosung felt completely exposed.
like you.” Saeran said, Yoosung swallowed and couldn’t help a smile that
plastered itself on his face.
like you too.” He said, biting his lip once more nervously. Saeran pulled on
Yoosung’s chin and his lip plopped out from between his teeth. He leaned in and
licked it with the tip of his tongue.
Yoosung breathed, his eyes clouding over with a feeling he had never known
this desire? His hands clutched at the hem of Saeran’s shirt and they itched to
move it up and touch his skin.
pressed his lips against Yoosung’s eager mouth. He pulled the blonde against
him. He didn’t know what he was doing. He hadn’t meant to kiss him that day
either. But as he stood there, watching him fidget, waiting for the bus. His profile
radiant in the glow of the streetlamp, his hair like a halo, something in
Saeran had snapped and suddenly it was all he’d wanted to do.
like now, Yoosung made his blood rush, his head fuzzy, his body tingle. Yoosung
was soft and pliant beneath his touch. He swallowed his moans and tasted his
tongue. He’d kissed a lot of people, he’d had sex as well, but all were one
night stands. He wondered if Yoosung would end up like that as well.
so sweet, gentle, and delicious.
pulled apart and Yoosung released a high-pitched whine from deep in his throat.
Saeran smiled, “Maybe we can just stay here and I can have you for dinner.”
Saeran teased. Yoosung buried his burning face in Saeran’s chest, reminding
Saeran that he had pretty much admitted that he was a virgin the last time he
had been in his apartment. Shit, he needed to slow down. He didn’t want Yoosung
to feel pressured. He stepped back, trying to stop thinking about having sex
with this beautiful boy and keeping his semi-hard cock from getting any harder.
should go. Come on.” He pulled on Yoosung and they put their shoes on silently.
took Yoosung’s hand and held it as they walked down the sidewalk.
this ok?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
reddened and nodded, he couldn’t seem to trust his voice, remembering Saeran’s
suggestion and the press of his cock against his thigh. He’d wanted to touch
it, he’d wanted Saeran to touch him. What was wrong with him? They didn’t even
really know each other. But he couldn’t stop thinking about it. The taste of
Saeran’s mouth, the sweetness of his most recent candy still on his tongue. He was
sure that Saeran had felt the same urgency for him, but, he’d pushed back,
moved away. He could feel that Saeran’s hand was rough and calloused, he
wondered what it would feel like if he ran it down his naked body. He shuddered
at the thought.
cold?” Saeran asked. He stopped and took his leather jacket off, placing it
around Yoosung’s shoulders before Yoosung could deny he needed it. He then
placed his arm around him and held him close before setting off again, a bit
couldn’t help but appreciate the gesture and felt special. He leaned against Saeran.
People waved to Saeran and said hi, he returned the gestures, but said nothing.
He led Yoosung into a noodle shop and he ordered for them, telling Yoosung it
was his treat.
this a date?” Yoosung asked.
you want it to be?” Saeran smirked.
sighed, placing his fists on the table, “Stop teasing me.” He stated through
placed his hands over Yoosung’s fists, using his thumbs to caress the back of
his hands. “I’m sorry. I guess that’s just my default setting. I don’t mean to
be an ass. I like you Yoosung, and yes, I very much want this to be a date.” He
looked up, trying to see if Saeran was being sincere or if he was teasing
again. He was smiling at him, the smile reaching his eyes and Yoosung could see
nothing but the truth in them.
dinner arrived and they had to break apart. The server winked at Saeran and
frowned at Yoosung.
she walked away Yoosung said, “I don’t think she likes me.” He said as he
picked up his chopsticks.
yeah, I think she likes me. I told her I was gay, but I don’t think she
believed me.” Saeran stated.
gay?” Yoosung asked, his noodles half way to his mouth.
thought that was obvious!” Saeran grinned. “What about you?” Saeran pointed at
Yoosung with his chopsticks, genuinely curious.
else here.” Saeran quipped.
shrugged again. He mumbled something that was inaudible and Saeran reached
across the table to lift his head.
didn’t get that.” He smiled at him.
said, that until that night, I was pretty sure I was straight, now, bi, maybe?
But, I don’t think it really matters.”
I like you, the fact that you’re a guy didn’t seem to matter. Especially when
you kissed me.” Yoosung’s pink cheeks made another appearance. Saeran had to
admit that he truly enjoyed that color on Yoosung. He reached over and grasped
his free hand. Yoosung met his eyes and their silent exchange was all that was
had a pleasant conversation, he made Yoosung almost choke on his drink with his
stories of his brother.
joking! You’re kidding, No way! You’re lying!” were Yoosung’s most common
responses, to which Saeran replied that he was indeed telling the truth.
Yoosung talked about his own family, it was much larger than Saeran’s and he
liked to hear about Yoosung’s happy childhood, his amethyst eyes lit up every
time he talked about his family’s antics. They seemed so normal. Saeran
wondered what that would have been like. He stayed away from any childhood
tales himself. It didn’t take long for Yoosung to realize that Saeran was
purposefully staying away from that subject and he stopped asking questions.
they were finished Saeran paid the bill and held his hand out to Yoosung,
completely ignoring the server as she threw daggers at Yoosung with her eyes. He
couldn’t help but feel pride that Saeran had chosen to spend his time with him.
He gazed up at those amber eyes and Saeran took the opportunity to lean in and
kiss Yoosung softly. Yoosung’s heart fluttered, butterflies in his stomach, his
toes curling and he berated himself for all the cliché feelings that were now
descending on him. It was like a fairy tale, and he was afraid it might end all
too quickly or tragically.
I couldn’t help myself.” Saeran breathed, his own eyes clouding over with
desire. “I…I should walk you to the bus stop.” But he didn’t move, unable to
take his eyes off Yoosung’s lavender orbs.
if I wanted to go back to your place?” Yoosung panted.
I don’t want to pressure you. I…you’re very special to me, and, I want to do
this right. I don’t want you to have any doubts, and, I think you are worth
waiting for. I want us to get closer. And…god help me, but, I’d like to have
you meet my family.”
pushed away from him, excited in a different way. “Really?” his eyes were big
and bright, shining with glee.
laughed and ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, but, you can’t judge me by my
brother ok? And, look, he’s a lot to take, but, my sister-in-law is chill, and
I think she’s gonna’ love you.”
Yoosung practically sang again. Saeran shook his head at how adorable he
on!” he pulled Yoosung out the door, but he wouldn’t stop pestering him about
meeting his family.
ok, How about next Saturday? Saeyoung said he wanted to grill. Bring your
swimsuit, he has a pool. Give me your address and I’ll pick you up, ok?”
nodded, already thrilled by the notion of stepping deeper into Saeran’s life.
made it to the bus stop and made out while they waited for the bus.
hey hey Saeran! Nice, very nice!” a man shouted at them from across the street.
Yoosung buried his face into Saeran’s chest, embarrassed. But Saeran only
laughed and shouted back, “You’re just jealous!”
yes! I am alone and lonely.” The man clutched at his chest, stumbling
theatrically. He waved good naturedly at them and kept walking.
bus arrived not long after that. Yoosung pulled Saeran down for another kiss
before he boarded the bus.
found a seat and stared out the window, watching Saeran get smaller and smaller
until he could see him no more.
running his finger across his bottom lip and still feeling the tingle of Saeran’s
lips on his.
phone dinged and he fished it out of his pocket.
Miss you already
Then you should have let me stay.
Don’t tempt me.
Can’t wait to see you again.
Hey, I think you’re cute.
Hey, I think you’re hot!
delayed hitting the send button, could he be so bold? He closed his eyes and
hit the send button, biting his lower lip nervously again.
a few minutes, his phone dinged again. Saeran had sent him a selfie.
It would have been shirtless, but, you’ll have to wait till I get back to my
apartment. Unless, you don’t want to see me shirtless.
felt as if he was salivating. Of course, he wanted to see Saeran shirtless. Was
he really going to send him that kind of selfie? What if he expected Yoosung to
send him one too? He was too self-conscious for that. He gnawed on his lip some
more before responding.
I’d really like to see that, and more.
it before he could change his mind. He hid his face in his hands, he felt as if
he was burning up.
I need a selfie of you right now! I bet you’re as red as my hair!
squeaked and looked around, no one was paying him any mind. He opened his
camera and snapped the picture. Sure enough, he was beet red. He sent it to
I love that! You’re so fucking cute I want to devour you. Or is it…deflower you????
Uh, ignore that last text. I’m such a creep.
So, you don’t want to devour or deflower me? Because I kind of like both of
couldn’t believe he was flirting this heavily with anyone! How was he going to
face Saeran when he saw him again?
LOL, Well, now that you say that, I very much want to do both of those, and a
lot more! I think I need to stop talking to you now. I’m a lot warmer than I
should be. Good night Yoosung. I’ll devour you…I mean…I’ll talk to you later.
smiled at the text, wanting more, but knowing that Saeran was probably right.
They should stop now.
Good night Saeran. Thank you for dinner. I’ll talk to you tomorrow! But don’t
forget that shirtless selfie!
couldn’t resist the last part. He really did want to see that. He scrolled back
up to Saeran’s selfie and stared at him. He was beautiful. His amber eyes, his
red thick curly hair, his rosy lips, the eyeliner that was slightly smudged
under one eye. Just, beautiful.
was staring, another pic came in. Yoosung’s mouth dropped, his eyes widened,
and drool dribbled down his chin. Saeran was indeed shirtless, his pants
unbuttoned and the trail of fine reddish hair in a trail between the opened
zipper. Yoosung felt like he was going to have a heart attack. The look on
Saeran’s face was almost innocent and angelic. Damn. Yoosung was in love!
spin me ‘round forever baby, endless summer misbehaving i wanna be good but you make me crazy touching my thigh in the backseat baby remember last december with me the snow fell down like love around me and i wanna be cool like ‘oh you don’t phase me’ but i sit in my room thinking about you baby living in a daydream with you hazy nights that make me want you, you know i’d drive out west to see you sun in my eyes going fast to meet you
you evil little thing you’re so pretty in the light, my body’s resurrected every time it’s in your sight sleeping like an angel on the drive to california and you dont know what you do but you do it and you do it and you do it don’t you? i want eternal twilight in your quiet little room and i dont know what i do but i’m falling and i’m falling and i’m falling into you