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Spirit Interview with Gre (Vampire) & Dam (Werevampire)
  • These two decided to do the interview together, and its hilarious. They are hysterical, I am laughing pretty much the entire time, but they are also the two spirits that I got to when I need the dirty shit done, if you know what I mean. But I decided to post this how it happened because its funny as shit, although I am missing some bits as it happened in my astral home...
  • (On a side note, they request nobody call them anything cutesy, after seeing Au's interview responses.)
  • Starting off, only Dam is present, and thinking they are doing it together I am a little stumped.
  • Me: Is Gre coming? I thought you two wanted to do it together?
  • Dam: Hes coming, just getting ready. (Hes got a wicked grin on his face so I know something is up.)
  • Me: Oh shit. What is going on.
  • Dam: ...
  • Me: Alright well, lets start off with you then Dam, what do you prefer to be called for the interview, and let everyone know what you are.
  • Dam: Dam! But not like the swear word damn, like if you cut off the first part of my name.
  • Me: Got it...
  • Dam: And I am a werevampire...
  • *Gre shows up, we both look over, Dam starts roaring with laughter and I do too* (He -Gre- shows up dressed in black fishnets and a pink tutu like mini skirt and no shirt.)
  • Me: What the fuck are you wearing? Why? You realize they cant see you right?
  • Gre: You said to show off my personality!
  • Me: ...
  • Gre: What? You don't like it.
  • Me: Just... you never cease to surprise me is all.
  • Gre: Its my punk princess look!
  • Dam: I didn't know you planned that! Show them the picture that looks like him so they can get a full visual!
  • Gre: YEA DO IT!
  • Me: Alright alright!
  • (Will post that after this)
  • Both: YES!
  • Me: Ok G, what would you like to be called during the interview and what are you?
  • Gre: Call me whatever and I am a vampire.
  • Me: Alright I am going to regret this, but what are your favorite offerings...
  • *Dam gets a really suggestive look on his face and raises his eyebrow.*
  • Gre: Blood. And Sex.
  • Me: & what are your favorite ways to communicate with me?
  • Gre: Astral work.
  • Dam: Same.
  • Me: @hat sort of things do the two of you typically do within the family?
  • Dam: Protection typically. Offensive defense essentially.
  • Gre: WE FUCK SHIT UP!
  • Me: ... You are like a teenager sometimes I swear...
  • Gre: They make funny memes!
  • Me: Oh, Tumblr will love you... Annnnyway, how do you get along within the family, and how long have you been around?
  • Dam: I fit in quite well when I came to you 5 or so months ago? 6?
  • Me: Yea Gre pretty much adopted you as his partner in crime that he never knew he needed.
  • Gre: Hes perfect for me! I have worked with you about two years, and I think I annoy a few but most tend to like me!
  • Me: You can be a handful sometimes...
  • Gre: Well I get shit done then get a chance to not be so serious all the time!
  • Me: True! So what attracted you to working with humans?
  • Gre: Humans are such fragile, sickly things but are so fearless sometimes its fascinating. How you leave your house sometimes when everything can kill you amazes me sometimes.
  • Dam: Well she has to pay rent.
  • Gre: You are so practical sometimes.
  • Dam: ...
  • Gre: I know you are right but seriously she could get run over by that small human on wheels and die!
  • Me: The toddler on the trike down the hall wouldn't be able to kill me. Maybe bruise my shin and leave a bump for awhile.
  • Gre: See! And nobody wants that!
  • Me: I don't think it would hurt that bad, babe.
  • Dam: Well I am more interested in some of the culture, but humans can make for happy hunting too...
  • Me: (ignoring the hunting bit on purpose) Speaking of culture, what is your favorite human media bit?
  • Dam: Ramones are pretty cool, I like when you play them.
  • Gre: Rocky Horror! You remember-
  • Me: I do!
  • *Gre gives a satisfied smile*
  • Me: Who did you know who you wanted to go with as far as a human companion?
  • Gre: Well, you would put up with my humor..
  • Dam: Heh, you just know. Meshing energies and all that stink but its similar to how you know you want to work with us. I specifically wanted to work with you because you are important. Not just to us but to others and will be to more.
  • Gre: Agreed.
  • (This is something others have touched on but they never go into depth.)
  • Me: I wont dig into that more because I know you wont tell me... What first impressions did you have of me?
  • Gre: You had work to do. Not in the fact that you were weak, but you know you have work to do and you are willing to do it. Theres a fire that burns in you and you feed it.
  • Dam: You are also accepting of all of us, despite our personalities or behaviors and we are able to earn your trust.
  • Me: Has that opinion changed over time?
  • Dam: Well you still put up with his shit.
  • Gre: Im a princess.
  • Me: *laughs* Point taken.
  • Dam: You are good at accepting challenges and make good mental calculations as to the best course of action in many situations, which saves you a lot of trouble. My opinion of you has always been good.
  • Gre: Gettin' shit doooone.
  • Me: Holy crap dude. (they are both laughing) Alright last question for now-
  • Gre: Donuts?!
  • Me: Yes...
  • Gre: The ones filled with shit because when you smash them they pop all over like smashing a heart.
  • Dam: What the-
  • Gre: I had that one planned!
  • Me: (hysterically laughing at this point) I am done.
  • Gre: BYE WEBINARS!
  • Me: What?
  • Dam: You mean internet people?
  • Gre: Whatever.

When I hear these things about the music, about the way … about the suits you wear, the way you talk, or you speaking your mind. We’re professionals. You know what? As long as you perform like a professional on the ice ….

I mean, you look at my age. I’m just coming into my prime from what I believe. 27 years old. I mean, these are supposed to be the best years of my career coming. So I wanted to give these years to the team that drafted me, that helped develop me, that got me to a point where we said, “listen, we have a window of two to three years to win a Stanley Cup.” This is what we wanted. This is what we worked for. And now … I get traded, you know. For what reason? I don’t know.

As far as I’m concerned, on and off the ice, I fulfilled my responsibility as a player and a person, you know, and being a model citizen in the community, being a great Montreal Canadien, representing the organization well. I felt I did that. I felt I did that. And everything, you know, that I’ve been taught, since I’ve been a Montreal Canadien is you put this before the person that you are, before your name. Everything. So if there’s a sword that you need to fall on, you fall on it. And I’ve always fallen on the sword. But in this one, I don’t know. How am I supposed to fall on this sword? How?

I start to do speculation on myself, on really what that means, you know. For me, I feel that all around, I have confidence I’m the best defenceman in the league and that’s why I look at myself. If I didn’t look at myself that way, then you’ll never be the best person and hockey player that you can be. If you don’t see yourself, envisioning yourself the best … You know, Muhammad Ali said, “I always used to say I was the greatest because I believed if I said it enough, that I actually would be.” You know, or I convinced myself that I was.

So there’s a ton of things I could have done differently. But that’s a part of growing, that’s a part of evolving. So I don’t have regrets. I think the most significant opportunity though, is I have a chance to win a Stanley Cup on this team. And that’s my number one goal, more than anything.

To my future ex boyfriends (a slam piece I'm working on)
  • To my future ex boyfriends
  • All
  • the men
  • Leave
  • when they discover they cannot keep me
  • exclusively
  • I wonder why they never learned to share ...
  • In the beginning we enjoyed such sweet talk
  • Late nights and early mornings and you were invested
  • the courting
  • the hopes
  • the first times
  • My stop sign at the label "boyfriend".
  • Both enthralled and Confused you
  • We'd be cute I must admit
  • Regular degular you had called it.
  • Back when you had my Thirst hanging all out like breast feeding nipples or the Sharanes working the corner desperate to eat
  • accepting strange meat
  • in exchange for bread
  • tryna put food on her the table
  • Where are you now?
  • I've never been one to sacrifice
  • Not when it comes to romance
  • I
  • remember being young thinking that ppl never really breakup
  • But That boyfriends just kind of accumulate
  • In a slow dance on top of blurred lines of landline telephones and melodramatic middle school heartbreak
  • When
  • I was a kid
  • We moved so many times I lost count
  • So I've learned to savor things and to hold fast to dreams
  • Regret never tasted too good in my mouth
  • I couldnt ever keep it down
  • So I like to keep doors unlocked and options open like you've got and had me since day one.
  • My ex told me a polyamorous life is a lonely one
  • "Sexual liberation" he called it is for a few rogue hearts who don't
  • Shave their pussies and ünderams and have orgies on obscure communes while the rest of us help the world go round
  • This fictious fallacy I'm forcefed by friends and family got me light years away from my truth
  • Possession is not love. It's fear.
  • But what have you to be terrified of
  • if love is patient and kind and not ever envious.
  • What does belonging to another person actually mean when we have not yet mastered belonging to our true selves and treating all strangers on the street like our brothers our sisters our mothers.
  • I am a child of this earth
  • I do not want to only belong to you
  • Shackled in the limits of duality
  • They got you too
  • I am both vexed and perplexed
  • At the complex-icated extent
  • of your brainwashing and the limits of a systemic situation
  • mountains of manipulation
  • beneath property laws and claims to ownership papers all over my parts.
  • Since you realized there's only room for one name on this deed
  • you've begun treating my body like a rental keeping your visits sporadic and suspenseful
  • my time must seem so dispensable to you
  • But is my logic really that nonsensical?
  • What's so hard about mutually meeting each other's needs but giving each other room to be free
  • To experience life out loud
  • You punish me
  • And my disdain for a monogamy that says if you love me you must never lay a finger on anyone else-
  • What a jealous god you are
  • Chattel slavery and property laws mold your ideals and make me into a hoe since I refuse to play your housewife
  • Ha! It's funny What you call loooove is rooted in religious text and a patriarchy that values chastity But still demands a freak in the bed
  • a
  • text that condones the murder of any woman
  • who is not a virgin
  • on her wedding night
  • That Stems from economics and property rights
  • requiring of me
  • an unwavering fidelity
  • Protecting assets
  • through facets of control
  • and subjugation
  • a tool of patriarchy enforcing meaningless societal expectations.
  • My love is too enormous for your entitled conception of intimacy.
  • And I promise you boo boo you will never acquire
  • the tools required
  • to catch it bag it seal it store it
  • and keep it tucked away all to yourself.
  • Also
  • Do note
  • My
  • bedroom is not a hostel
  • It is an honor to be invited to share space in my estate.
  • My body is not a property for rent
  • My time is precious, my memory is faithful and my love is without bounds
  • Life leaves little time for regret
  • So I'm committing to loving all the way outloud
  • As an unabashed act of resistance bold and brass like the goddess I am
  • Daring you to unshackel your existence
  • More of my work at @amanipoetry.tumblr.com & amanipoet.com
  • Audio: https://soundcloud.com/amanipoet/to-my-future-ex-boyfriends
"Phil... three" - Oneshot

I thought this up an hour before school oops..
~FLUFF FLUFF ALL OF THE FLUFF~
Basically Dan fucks up and Phil finds it hilarious.

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“Siri… I don’t need to say that, let’s try that again… idiot.” Dan says, iPhone in hand as his eyes quickly scan the chat for an interesting comment, finding none, he continues.
“Text Phil.” He hears the weird noise that iPhones make and laughs awkwardly at how long it’s taking. He throws in a weird eye stare at the screen for good measure.
“Okay, what would you like me to say to ‘Phil.. three’?” Dan’s eyes widen slightly as he realises he has a heart at the end of Phil’s name. He glances at his phone then at the chat which seems to have exploded over this. He quickly thinks up a solution for the trouble he just got himself into.

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