Nico: Are we talking about the same Jeremias Manuel Holmes? Because if we are, he’s terrible. He’s a violent thug, he smokes so much weed I don’t know how he functions, he refuses to work, he sleeps around, he uses people without a thought, he-
Allison: Stop, Nico. Remy’s not a saint, I get it. But he’s your little brother. And deep down, he’s a good person. He can be kind, he can be loyal, and he doesn’t judge, unlike YOU.
Nico: He’s not father material. Lala is sweet, but she’s obviously got issues as well. No child should be raised by those two. A pack of wolves would do a better job.
Allison: God, Nico. You’re so harsh. She’s keeping the baby. I’d like it if you went to Newcrest and kept an eye on them.
Nico shrugs: He’s not going to hit her. Remy likes to inflict emotional pain on women, not physical. And that proves my point. If they have to be baby-sat, how can they be parents?
Allison whispers: I’m so jealous I can’t stand it, Nico. I would love to be pregnant. Why can’t it be me? I wish that baby were mine.
Nico: Ah, my love. That’s what this is really about. You wish you were in Lala’s place.
First, we have a rich screaming bird dressing like the weed man. Yes, he’s the leader. He hangs out in museums and abroad more than in Korea actually. Every time you blink, he’s changed his hair and outfit.
Second, there is a furniture lover who looks like Groot. Dancing is not his forte though, but definitely singing the chorus. He’s from outer space, a citizen of the honorable planet Doom Dada where showing skin is prohibited by law. Once caught on camera while peeing on rich bird.
Third, there’s a guy who pretends to be a celestial object. You can tell that he’s hot, doesn’t need clothes to keep himself warm. His hair stylist has some real issues. If you like quality dance: bias him. But if you dislike people spreading bs on social media… don’t do it.
Fourth: The only decent one in the group. Nah, just kidding. He might not see anything due to his hair helmet but this guy will roast you better than Jackson Wang and Key combined. Fans call him angel but don’t buy into that, those jokes and hip movements are nothing but satanic.
Fifth… where do I even start. Let’s put it like this, he’s got more Dirty Vibe than the leader. His hobby is sitting on other group’s maknaes. Can talk about love and in several languages by mere imitation. If that snake YG ever retires, this guy will take things over.
This is one of my favorite Bob Marley interviews. Many people acknowledge Bob Marley only because he smoked weed and was an advocate for it, but not for his passionate music and his passion for life and freedom for all people. He was humble. He didn’t care about riches or fame; he cared about his soul and living life to bring light. I can’t say I’m a huge reggae fan, but Bob Marley is in my top 3 favorite artists of all time. Today is his birthday and I am so thankful that he was sent to this world to make it a brighter place for the 36 years that he was here. Happy birthday to the icon, the legend, the humanitarian, the “Father of Reggae” and the Rasta, Bob Marley ❤️
Prompt - Even doesn't have anything to wear because Isak takes all his clothes and doesn't do laundry
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God give him the patience to deal with Isak sometimes.
It’s not that he doesn’t love Isak- he does. He loves every hair on his head and every quirk of his cupid’s bow lips. He loves his shitty taste in movies and his insistence on surviving on nothing but beer, weed, kebabs, and general bitchiness.
But what he does not love about Isak is his complete inability to remember to do the laundry.
Not even that- it wouldn’t be a problem if Isak just wore his own clothes.
“Son of a bitch,” Even murmurs to himself, holding up one of the many hoodies he had packed on his bid to spend the week at Isak’s. It was his green one, soft and threaded and it was fucking dirty.
It smelled like Isak- like weed-tinged sweaty teenage boy. And while generally- yeah that fucking does it for Even; gets him turned on like a mother fucker-
He’s supposed to have dinner with his parents tonight and this was the only article of clothing he had banked on being clean. And he can only picture the look on his parent’s face if he were to show up for dinner smelling of weed and boy.
“Isak!” Even’s voice is riding the edge of being fondly exasperated and annoyed as fuck- but fondly annoyed as fuck because it’s Isak.
There’s a pause, then a small thump, and the sound of the shower turning off. “What?”
“I need to borrow some clothes. Somebody wore my hoodie and didn’t wash it,” Even stared pointedly out at the hallway despite knowing that Isak had no way of seeing him, “Where’s your clean stuff?”
“Uh-” And Even sighs, already knowing the answer to the conundrum, “I think I forgot to do this week’s load?”
“So lucky he’s cute,” Even throws the dirty hoodie down on the bed, and raises his voice again. “Do you think Eskild owns things in my size?”
There’s another thump and a curse and then Isak is strolling into the room in nothing but a towel and a furrow between his brows. “You can’t wear Eskild’s stuff.”
Even tries not to stare at the water droplets running down Isak’s chest. (But they are there and their dripping down the center of Isak’s chest where Even’s tongue had been this morning-)
Isak looks at him like he’s an idiot, “Yeah I’m going to let my boyfriend wear another guy’s clothes.”
Even raises a brow, “How many articles of clothing in your closet are Jonas’s?”
“That’s different,” Isak says after a moment’s hesitation and the furrow is back in his eyebrow and even wants to smooth it out with a kiss but he needs something to wear damnit, “Jonas is Jonas. He doesn’t count.”
“Oh no?” Even moves towards Isak, leaning in to nip quickly at the hollow of his throat before pulling back. Isak huffs, but angles a bit more towards him, “You don’t think it gets on my nerves when you wear one of Jonas’s shirts?”
Isak looks at him like he’s never even thought it over, “Does it?”
Even hold his gaze for an intense few moments, before rolling his eyes, “We wouldn’t be in the predicament if you just did the laundry.”
“I forgot,” Isak groaned, looking around the room, “I can do it right now.”
“We have to be dinner with my parents in an hour.”
Isak grins, “You could just wear nothing? I wouldn’t mind that.”
Even rolls his eyes again, “The streets of Oslo have seen enough of this naked bod.”
“Maybe Oslo has,” Isak leans up to press a kiss in the sensitive skin behind Even’s ear and lets the sentence hang.
Even pulls back, “I want you to know that your attempts at distraction are terrible. But I missed you today so I’m going to pretend that they are working. And then I’m going to ask Eskild for clothes.”
Isak tilts his head and smiles beatifically.
(Even ends up wearing the hoodie because Isak glowered at every outfit of Eskild’s he had tried on. Even puts up with a lot of shit sometimes.)