i want this car so badly

If you’ve never read the book Good Omens, let me tell you what you’re missing

-An angel who is so goddamn lazy that he makes a deal with the demon he’s supposed to be thwarting so that neither of them have to do any work and he has more time to spend running his bookshop, and who wants to stop the Apocalypse because he loves sushi

-A demon who pretends to be suave and cool but who really just geeks out over his car and loves James Bond and listens to nothing but Queen and thinks gluing coins to the sidewalk is proper demonic activity

-This angel and demon are probably not gay for each other but I mean they’re holding hands on the cover art.

-This angel and demon try to stop the apocalypse but they fuck up so badly that they do literally nothing useful the whole book and somehow it’s still all about them.

-Technically it was the Satanic Nuns who fucked up, but we don’t really talk about that.

-Death (the horseperson) playing a trivia videogame in a diner.

-The four extra horsepersons that were never mentioned in Revelation.

-The antichrist who almost destroys the world because he wants to save the whales

-The only piece of fiction I have ever seen besides Supernatural that somehow manages to include both the Christian apocalypse and space aliens.

-The context of the phrase “gayer than a tree full of monkeys high on nitrous oxide.”

Further Observations
  • There are more than 3000 floors to Kane Co Tower, if the number behind Kane when he walks into his office are to be believed. The current tallest building the WORLD is only a couple-hundred.  WE GET IT DUDE YOURS IS BIGGER.
  • Casual reminder Texas punches the inside of his car to make it do things instead of pressing buttons
  • also he appears to have two gas pedals so he can just slAM BOTH FEET ON THEM AS HARD AS POSSIBLE
  • We see exactly one (1) female Kane Co. executive (excluding Julie) and she appears to be a very curvy middle-aged black lady who I have immediately decided is Claire’s mom
  • OKAY BUT IT WOULD MAKE SO MUCH SENSE THAT’S HOW CLAIRE AND JULIE ENDED UP FRIENDS!  Kane wouldn’t let just anybody be his precious Julie-Bear’s friend!  Claire’s mom is part of Kane’s Board of Directors!  YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS HEADCANON FROM ME
  • Almost every time we catch a brief glimpse of Chuck’s eyes he’s making a face like >8C  like this boy is scared but also he is ready to Throw Down
  • Jacob has canonically created AIs that can feel loyalty, fear and kinship, and that can be moved by speeches/emotionally engaged.  
  • So honestly, we’re a go for any android headcanon anybody wants to throw around, lbr.
  • The face Mike makes when Chuck is like “I’d have to save you life and let’s face it, that ain’t gonna happen” literally breaks my heart EVERY TIME he’s so sad that Chuck’s sad oh my god.
  • related: the face Chuck makes when Mike pins the crown pin on his chest makes me UNBELIEVABLY GODDAMN EMOTIONAL holy crap he’s so happy
  • Rayon could literally punch me in the face and I would be like HAHA WOW
  • The Duke is REALLY PISSED about Mike accidentally wrecking one half-built car-frame, but literally fires fully-built limos out of a cannon at people.  WHAT IS THE TRUTH
  • Listening to Chuck babbling while trying to drive in Blonde Thunder like AT LEAST LET HIM SWEAR HE OBVIOUSLY WANTS TO HE IS DYING
  • LET CHUCKLES SAY FUCKLES 

you know, as much as I’m trash for Fallout 4 and recognizing it has a lot of faults, one of the things that Fallout 4 never got right was the passage of time.

And I saw a post about this, and I completely agree, Bethesda really really does not want to do hundreds of years in the future.   

They want so badly to do a “The War Just Ended the World and Here I am Surviving™”.    

This feeling is conveyed in every single frame & setting.

one of the things that was jarring to me in Fallout 4, was them telling me over two hundred years have past, but buildings and cars and everything consumable are still standing.

like no..  cars & buses would be rusted out metal frames, not cherry red cars that have maybe been sitting in the garage for 75 years or smth

wooden houses surviving hundreds of years is completely possible, but that’s with constant upkeep.  Without human intervention, they would collapse back to the earth and become rotted out timbers and a lot of rusty nails.   

I know this personally because i live in the midwest in an old colonial that’s almost a hundred years old, and my dad’s side of the family lives in Appalachia, where you can go hiking in the woods and find the ruins of frontier/historical homes left to vagarities of time.  I’ve personally stumbled upon old abandoned historical homes and barns out in the woods by my Grandma. 

they do not look like the old abandoned wooden homes in Fallout where you can still blow off the dust and live in them 200-300 years later.

I’m saying this because I’m playing Horizon Zero Dawn and this game gets it exactly right

EDIT:

FOR THOSE IN THE REPLIES GOING “RADIATION!!!! (LONG POST)”, please note:

I’ve also played Fallout New Vegas who, with crappier older graphics, still managed to convey the passage of time better

Candy

Okay so, where do I even start? We had our first cuckcake experience since August 2016, a year and a couple of months. It was with the sexy close circle friend I told you guys about. We talked about it a couple days prior and set up the date. She told us what she was into it, what she liked – and it matched our likes, to the T. She’s into DD/LG (Daddy Dom/Little Girl) submissive, taking orders, rough sex, basically being a good girl :)

Normally the day of I’m anxious, but not this time. I felt more excited than nervous, more impatient. Maybe it was because I wanted her so badly myself too. I wanted to cum watching her please Gary, I wanted to experience her body, I wanted it all and I wanted it now. I couldn’t keep my hands off my pussy, or Gary. I planned on not cumming the day of, but that didn’t work out so well. I couldn’t help myself twice, the thoughts, the images, mmm….

We went and picked her up, around 7:30 we got back to the house. We talked the whole car ride home, there wasn’t one bit of awkwardness, thankful to her really – she kept the conversation flowing. She’s so bubbly, and bouncy, and beautiful. The atmosphere was very Mommy, Daddy, and little girl like, a couple of, “I’m a good girl, see!” and “Good girl”s were thrown around. Honestly, she normally acts like a little girl, Gary is very dominate, and I’m submissive to him, and dominate to others – so it was a little bit more than just an roleplay – sexually it’s who we are. It’s what made the whole experience, man it was amazing.

We got the bottle, a couple shot glasses, some whatchamacallit and headed upstairs. Just having her in our bedroom, knowing what was coming – my panties were soaking wet already. We all did a shot together, and turned some music on. Gary watched from the bed as we danced. I touched her body, she touched mine – all over. We kissed, there was craving when we danced, passion in our fingers – it was deep. Gary joined in from behind her, there was tongues and hands and boobs and moans and grinds – At one point me and Gary locked eyes and we both just smiled. You know when someone does something nice and you have no words, and all you can do it smile and the emotions comes through that way, it was that kind of smile for me. I was in bliss.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I pushed her on the bed and climbed on top of her, apparently, she wanted me just as bad because she got my shorts off somehow, got me on my back, and started to devour my pussy. She licked every inch, had her fingers going in and out of me like she’d be dying for this to happen. She climbed back on top of me, my hands were all over here – we couldn’t stop kissing. I felt Gary’s dick enter me…mmmmm – that was different. She was so short he couldn’t reach her hole, so she moved down some for him. She was on top of me, I was on my back…and he was fucking her from behind. Need I say bliss, again? Her moans were so close to my face, I could see every facial expression my husband’s cock was giving her. I was squeezing her nipples, and rubbing every inch of her body I could reach. Within about 30 seconds I heard, “Did you just squirt on me?” answered with, “mayyybeee” I could see Gary’s boxers were all wet, and I just got even wetter. I eventually wiggled out from under her because I wanted to see Gary’s dick going inside of her. I was surprised when she started to finger my ass, but of course, a pleasant surprise 😊

Gary flipped her over on her back and we both went to town. We were eating her out at the same time, making out with her pussy, #dreamteam-ing it. It was amazing, in these experiences he’s my husband yes, but I also feel a very very strong best friend connection. It’s bonding, it’s fun, it’s exciting, it’s memories made – it’s happiness. He sat up and started to fuck her, I continued to work on her pussy. I love feeling his body hit the side of my face every single thrust, I love how submissive it makes me feel to him – it makes ME feel like a good girl, too 😊

No point of this night was not rough. It was reckless, and savage, and passionate. We flipped around in every which way you could imagine 3 people could be. It went on for hours, and hours, and hours…6 hours actually. There was points where she needed a break and it would be just me and Gary. We didn’t stop fucking but we did talk. We talked about how amazing it was going, how fun it was, how we’re each doing. There was points where Gary had to pee and it was just me and her. We didn’t stop fucking either. First time I’ve ever scissored a girl, first time I’ve ridden a pussy with my pussy, first time I’ve used toys on a girl – a lot of first times for me.

MY NOTEABLE MY CUCKCAKE CREAM!!!! After a couple hours in Gary sat her body on top of mine, and pussy right in my face. I knew it was coming, because Gary and I talked about it prior and he knew this was the way I wanted it the first time. I was…man I don’t even know how to describe it. I was just laying there with the most up-close view of him ravaging her. I could feel every movement of his, I knew it was coming, he was so close. The moans got louder, the thrust got harder and I heard, “Are you ready for daddy’s cum?” She moaned, “Yes I am daddy, yesss I am daddy” I see it leak out, it clung to her pussy but was going up towards her clit. It didn’t have a chance of reaching it’s destination, as soon as I seen it come out I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and started eating. Gary was finished and backed off. I wanted it all. I moved behind her and licked anything I could have missed, but nothing. I wanted more. I sucked her pussy hole, and felt my mouth feeling up. It was still so warm, and I could taste them both…my very first cuckcake cream. My body really tingled, I felt something physically – it was really heaven.

We took a short break after that, but once me and her got back at it – we were all back at it. This one wasn’t so notably long, but still – lots of time spent. He finished with her on her back this time and of course I was right there to clean up. I’ve learned eating cuckcake cream is definitely one of my favorite parts about being a cuckquean, sexually.

Afterwards, I needed aftercare – but I learned. I learned experiences that run too long are harder on my emotions. It’s a lot to deal with all at once – because it was so amazing, it was harder on me.

All in all, my favorite experience. We did more with this girl in one night we’ve done with all our cuckcakes. It was so comfortable, and easy. It was amazing, and I can’t wait to do it again 😊

– AND MORE CUCKCAKE CREAM!!

Apology Not Accepted (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Request: “161, 162, and 183 from the nsfw prompts with Dick pls” from @mjwavson and “dick for 183 from 200 please and thank you. Love you!!!!!” from anon.

Prompts: 161) “Bite me.” 162:) “ Make me. ” 183) “Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies.”

WARNINGS: CAR SEX

A/N: Combining two requests for this one since both of you chose 183 for Dick if that’s okay. 😅

Tags: @wynterrobin @wannabe-weasley @avengerdragoness @kazuha159 @romannovas @mjwavson @insideoflit @jxsontxdds @annoyingtacoart

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“I don’t understand why he has to drive me tonight, I can drive myself.”

Jason sighed through the phone, “(Y/N), you’re a terrible driver. Which explains why your license got suspended.” You rolled your eyes as you applied your lipstick. Tonight is Damian’s birthday party and he doesn’t know about the surprise. “Why couldn’t you drive me instead?” You asked.

“Because after you broke up all you two do now is go at each other’s throats, you should talk to him for real this time. You felt your cell phone vibrate and looked at the screen. You growled, Dick texted you saying he’s outside. You placed the phone back on your ear, “I gotta go,” You groaned, “He’s here.”

You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Deep down, you knew Jason was right. But there’s no point in talking to him, he has a new girl now. The same girl you caught him kissing on your bed.

And that same girl was your best friend.

~

Dick ran his fingers through his hair and looked at himself in the rearview mirror, fixing his tie and checking if there’s anything stuck in his teeth. Dick couldn’t believe Jason made him pick you up, he knew how much you despise him for what he didn’t do.

If only you’d just talked to him, then he could finally explain what happened. After checking himself out, he looked out the passenger window. His eyebrows shot up when he saw you walk down the steps of your apartment building. You looked like a goddess as the wind blew your long blue dress in the perfect angle, showing your beautiful legs.

Dick chuckled, “She just had to wear blue, huh?” He muttered.

He grinned when you opened the car. You quickly slid inside without a word, folding your arms as you looked straight ahead. Dick’s face fell into a frown, he felt a pang in his chest when you didn’t see him smile. He gulped, “Um…hi.”

“Just start the car.” You deadpanned, eyes looking straight out the window.

Dick sighed, “Okay then.” You two sat in uncomfortable silence as he drove by the woods. You wanted so badly to arrive at the manor and get the heck out of his car. You looked through the corner of your eye’s and bit your lip, he looks so good in a tux.

You looked back out the window when he finally spoke, “You’re wearing blue I see.”

“Not for you, that’s for sure.” You said icily, finally turning your head to look at him. That was a complete lie. You did wear blue for him, just to see if it got his attention. Ever since you broke it off with him you had a weird obsession with the color blue.

Dick glanced at you, giving you an are you serious look, “I didn’t say that I just wanted to say you look….beautiful tonight.”

“Ha! Beautiful my ass! You didn’t think so when you kissed my best friend!” You snapped.

You gasped when he swiveled the car into the woods, “What the hell, Dick!” You cried out, back hitting your car seat. You hand automatically gripped his shoulder. Dick drove full speed into the woods just barely crashing into the trees

You quickly snatched you hand off his shoulder when he stopped the car. He put it in park and turned his entire body to face you. “Do you really believe I would do that to you?” He growled, “Why can’t you be smart for once and understand that it’s not what you think!?”

You laughed sarcastically, ignoring your already fast beating heart, “So you think I’m stupid now!?” You took off your seatbelt so you can lean over to him and jab his chest with your finger, “I’m not the one who cheated!” You hissed.

He grabbed your wrist, “I didn’t say you were stupid!” He snarled, “And I didn’t cheat!”

“Oh, bite me!

Make me!” He challenged.

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Niall Horan - “Love is Money”


You shudder a bit as you glance at the price tag of the dress you were looking at, quickly pushing it back onto the rack and moving on, trying to find something a little more in your price range. Right now you would settle for something under $500. 

You had to find a dress for the event Niall was bringing you to in two days. He had surprised you with the shoes, fancy high stilettos that shimmered and twinkled in the light. You had to get a dress just as magnificent to match but the problem was that a dress to match those, or really anything from this store at all, would cost your entire paycheck. 

You soon gave up on this shop and left, heading out on the crowded street, blending into the crowd as they bustled along. You try to take a few deep breaths as you find a bench to sit on, resting your hands on your face, your elbows on your knees. 

Your relationship with Niall was the absolute best. He adored you, cherished you, showed you how much he loved you every single day. The two of you always had fun, were open with each other, traveled and went on adventures - that was exactly the problem. Niall was able to afford trips and getaways; you couldn’t. 

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Jack Maynard Imagine - Sneaky (SMUT)

When you first moved to London from Wiltshire into your older brother’s flat, the last thing you expected was to catch feelings for one of his best friends. 

You would be lying if you said Joe hadn’t warned you about dating any of his mates. At first, it had just been a joke, a silly little thing to tease you and annoy you. But as he saw you getting closer and closer to Josh, Conor and Jack, he backed up on his joke-y tone. 

He wasn’t worried that much about your friendship with Conor and Josh, mainly because deep inside he knew they only looked at you as a friend. And if they happened to have any sort of romantic feelings towards you, he knew they’d hold them back, or at least ask him for approval- because you were his little sister and Joe was one of his best mates.

But when it came to Jack Maynard, Joe couldn’t relax. It wasn’t like he didn’t like him; he was one of his closest friends after all. Maybe that’s why he suffered, because he knew Jack’s past concerning relationship, and although he was a good person, he was not as good with feelings. And he was scared he’d break your vibrant heart, the one he had taken care of for so many years.

But he had seen you together on both of your channels, and he couldn’t deny there was something about your relationship that was almost drawing. He noticed that your personalities were in fact more similar than he had thought at first. He also noticed you always ended up crying of laughter when you were with him, and seeing you happy made him happy.

Yet it was still Jack Maynard he was talking about. Joe, as the observant brother he was, knew that you needed lots of sweet behaviours and cuddles to function, and he doubted Jack could give you that. So he had that tiny hope, that perfect plan which would constist of you forgetting all about him because he was too cold-hearted for your taste.

But his plan never met reality.

A few months ago, in one of Gleam’s fancy parties on a big mannor lost in the middle of the forest, he had seen you kissing him at the isolated back garders. At first he had exploded with rage. He had warned his idiotic friends - especially that idiot - not to lay a hand on his sister, ever. Yet there he was, his full lips covering yours, your tiny and fragile body wrapped under his hands. And Joe was livid.

He decided not to tell anybody that he had caught you, though. He thought it was a smart move, to keep an eye on Jack and you, and look at you suspiciously, until you’d finally admit what he had seen with his own eyes. But although Jack and you started officially dating a few days after your first kiss, it was still a secret to everyone else. Especially to your brother. 

Now, as you sat in the back seat of Conor’s Range Rover, Josh between Jack and you, you got the sudden feeling that maybe a weekend off camping with your brother and your secret boyfriend wasn’t such a great idea. 

“How long until we get there?” Josh asked Conor, who was currently driving. Joe and him had just switched seats.

“Half an hour, I believe” he answered back. 

“Mikey just texted me saying they’re stopping because Caspar wants to fucking pee” Jack said, getting loud groans from both Josh and Joe. Oli, Mikey, Caspar and all your belongings were in Caspar’s car behind yours.

“I need to stretch my legs so badly” you commented, as you pushed Josh aside “You’re literally too fucking big to be in the backseat, between two other people”

Josh laughed, throwing himself at you jokingly. You let out a scream as he crushed your petite body “Careful” Jack and Joe said at the same time, making your cheeks go a tone redder. You saw Joe giving him a weird look from the rear mirror. 

“She’s alright” Josh said, sitting back up. He ruffled your hair, making you giggle. 

“I still don’t know why I agreed to let you come with these idiots” Joe told you, half joking. 

“I’m my own person, Joe. Get over it” you answered bitterly, getting loud cheers from the boys. Joe simply looked out of the window, and said nothing.

For the past few weeks, you had noticed a change in Joe’s behaviour towards you. And you were annoyed. He was more bitter, worrying about where you were and what time you were coming home, although he had never cared so much about it before. But you weren’t stupid, you knew he was up to something. You suspected he knew about Jack and you, but you hoped you were wrong. He had warned you about Jack when you first met him, and of course you hadn’t listened.

Then again, Jack didn’t turn out to be as bad as your brother had told you. Before your first kiss, you had been really close friends, and he had always cared for you and your well-being. Joe knew about that time Jack punched a guy in the jaw at the club because he didn’t leave you alone - so what did he have to say against him?

Jack as a boyfriend was the sweetest you had ever imagined him to be. He always wanted a cuddle, or a kiss on the tip of his nose. He treated you like a princess, roses and bubble baths included. If Joe knew about that side of Jack, he’d be more than delighted  with your relationship. But you thought that maybe he was too stubborn to see it, and so you decided not to mention that particular aspect of your social life to him.

When you got to the camping site, it was almost dinner time. Caspar and the rest arrived twenty minutes after you, but you couldn’t really start putting up the tents because everything was on his car. So you just hung out in the cafeteria, laughing at some random video Josh had put on his phone. 

“Took you guys long enough” Conor laughed as he went straight for the bags. 

You walked behind him to grab the tents, which turned out to weight a ton more than you expected. You were struggling to get them out of the trunk until you suddenly felt them getting a lot lighter. 

“Lemme carry them, babe” Jack said, putting both tent bags under his armpits. You thanked him with a smile.

“Joe! Jack just called your sister ‘babe’!” you heard Caspar shout in the middle of the parking lot, and you immediately wanted to punch him.

“You better back up if you don’t want your balls cut off, buddy” Oli commented, not being able to supress a laugh as he grabbed the last bag and closed the boot.

Caspar walked by your side and rubbed your head “You know I love you, Y/N” he smiled, and you rolled your eyes “You have to admit that Joe’s reaction at the posibility of you getting rid of the Sugg and replacing it with Maynard is pretty funny, tho” he laughed.

You blushed “Stop it, Caspar” You could see Jack smiling by the corner of your eye. 

“Oooh, someone’s blushing” Mikey commented in his usual too-loud-voice, and you rolled your eyes again and walked away from the boys, trying to forget the awkward situation you had just been in. 

Soon enough it was right past midnight, and you were all chilling out in the moonlight. Conor started telling stories about famous people who turned out to be quite the assholes, and not long after that Caspar had fallen asleep.  You were sitting besides Jack with your feet over his legs, feeling the burning look of Joe’s eyes in your own. But you didn’t want to look at him. 

“Shit” you muttered as your hand blindly tried to grab something from inside your bag that obviously wasn’t there “I think I forgot my portable phone charger in your car, Con” you told him. 

“No prob” his hand went to the bottom of his jeans before he tossed the car keys at you.

Just when you were standing up, you felt Jack getting up again. You gave him a weid look “You’re not going by yourself, it’s pitch dark” he said, and all you wanted to do was to kiss him right there. Sometimes you wished everyone knew, so you didn’t have to hide to act couple-ish.

But as soon as you made sure you were out of their sight, you threw yourself at Jack and wrapped your legs around his torso. He laughed before pressing your lips together hungrily, your tongues already fighting for dominance. He let yours win this time.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you all fucking day” he whispered in your ear, the hot steam coming out of his mouth setting you off. He started working his way up your neck as he carried you towards the car. 

You let out a small moan as he sucked on your special spot, and dug your fingernails on his shoulder blades. He groaned in response, and attacked your lips again. Soon enough your back was pressed against Conor’s car’s bonnet.

“I want you so bad right now, Jack” you almost pleaded, as his hands travelled to the zip of your shorts.

“I’ve been wanting to get rid of these all day, babe. You have no idea” he whispered roughly. Suddenly, you felt a big ball of pressure between your legs, as Jack introduced two fingers inside you, already thrusting in and out rapildy. You let out a high-pitched cry.

Jack looked around “Get inside the car” There were not many vehicles around, and definetly no one out there. But the last thing he wanted was for someone to walk into the parking lot - seeing his luck that someone would be Joe - and catching you having sex against a Range Rover. 

You did as he told you, your jeans barely hanging on your hips anymore. You thanked god the backseat of Conor’s car was big enough. Jack immediately took your shorts off, and then your lacy underwear he loved so much to tease you over. But he knew he didn’t have much time, and he wanted you so badly.

You let out a loud whimper as you felt his tongue sucking on your clit, his strong hands holding your hips tightly. You arched your back as your hands looked for something to grab. They finally went to his hair. 

“Jack” you screamed, your voice breaking as he introduced yet another finger inside you. Ever since that morning, you had wanted no more than to be all over him like when you were alone in your apartment. You loved Jack’s sweet and loving side, but you would be lying if you said his rough and dominant side didn’t get you every time. His touch was your weakness, and he knew it. 

Eventually, the emptiness he left when he removed his mouth from you  was replaced with his lenght. He let out a loud groan as he pulled in, giving neither of you enough time to adjust to the new feeling.

It took you long enough to actually have sex once you started dating. At first it was because both of you were literally too busy to see each other - Jack also travelled quite frequently to Brighton to film whatever his secret project was. So the first time you properly slept together, it was a mix of lust and desire. Because you had wanted to see how good he was in bed for a long time, and he just couldn’t resist the thought of you lying naked under his body.

He started thrusting faster, making you scream like you never had before. You felt the car starting to move up and down, and you hoped there was no one in the parking lot at that exact moment. You prayed for that someone not to be Joe. You let out the loudest scream as you reached your high, your fingernails pressed against his back, not being able to breathe properly anymore. You cried his name.

He hugged your torso as he came not long after you, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him. He thrusted into you a few times before you felt your walls clentching again, and you suddenly felt him filling you completely. He groaned as he hid his face on the crook of your neck, still holding you “I needed you so bad, Y/N” he whispered “I couldn’t take it anymore”

You let out a small laugh. You kissed the top of his head before it hit you “Do you realise we just had sex in the back of your brother’s car?”

“Way to ruin the moment”

You burst out laughing before releasing yourself from him. He pulled you in for a deep kiss “I love you, idiot” he said, making you blush.

“I love you too, silly” 

You put on your shorts before making your way to the camping site again, hoping you hadn’t taken too much time on the car, or else it would rise some suspicions. Sure enough, when you got back to the tents, only Conor, Joe and Oli were still outside.

“Damn, did you go back to London to get the bloody charger?” Oli asked you, and suddenly you realised you hadn’t even cared to take the charger. You mentally slapped yourself.

“I couldn’t find it” you said, throwing the car keys to Conor. You locked eyes quickly with your brother, and that’s when you knew that he knew. 

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to bed” Oli said, clapping Joe’s back, who was next to him “See you in the morning, babes” he laughed before getting inside his tent. You then noticed there were only two tents left, and four of you out there.  

You looked at Joe “Am I sleeping with you?” you asked him, thinking it was the most likely option. You had shared a bed with him before, after all.

“No” he said “You and Jack are sleeping together” 

You froze, making Conor burst out laughing. You looked at Jack, who was indeed as confused as you were “I mean, it doesn’t take a scientist to know that you guys have a thing going on” the oldest Maynard said, making your heart jump.

“What.. How do you know?” you mid-whispered, looking directly at your brother, not even bothering to deny it anymore “How…? What the hell, Joe”

Joe smiled for the first time. It was a small smile, but you were finally calm “I’ve known for a couple of weeks now” he said “I caught you guys kissing at that Gleam party a few months ago, and then again like, two and a half weeks ago” he confessed.

“I caught you yesterday” Conor laughed “I immediately texted Joe as the good brother I am”

Jack rolled his eyes, but smiled because he wouldn’t have to pretend not wanting to kiss you every minute from that moment on “Are you mad?” you timidly asked Joe. He shook his head.

“I mean, I’d probably choose the other Maynard if I were you” he joked, making both Conor and Jack laugh “But  if this idiot over here treats you well and loves you, then I have nothing to say” he said, making you blush.

“We are all gonna be family!” Conor shouted excitedly, pinching Joe’s side repeatedly.

“Are Jack and Y/N having babies yet?” Caspar asked, his voice coming from inside the tent he was sharing with Josh.

“Hey, hey, I said nothing about babies” Joe said, before he laughed with Conor. You were glad he had taken it so well. You suddenly felt Jack’s arms around you, pressing you against his warm body. 

He whispered into your ear “Why don’t we go inside and finish what we left off at the car?”

“Sneaky bastard” you mumbled before plating a loud kiss on his lips.

“Wait” Conor said as you were getting inside the tent. But you were too impatient to listen to whatever he had to say “Did I just hear ‘car’? Fucking shit, you better didn’t do anything disgusting on my baby, I swear to god” he fake cried.

You both laughed as you pressed your lips together once more. Oh Conor, only if you knew. 

The Summer Fling (Chapter 6) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “John F. Kennedy International Airport”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: Welp, it’s 4:47am, and this will post at 10, my dedication to you people borders on lunacy. I hope you like it. I’m sorry if it’s not my best, I am tired. 

Summary: Dylan picks Y/n up from the airport after her trip to visit family for the Fourth of July and deepens their connection and trust.

Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven

Originally posted by ageofthesith

Dylan O'Brien:  You come home tomorrow morning….. :)

You:  omg… i do?!

Dylan O'Brien: haha shut up.

Dylan O'Brien : Um, did you have plans for tomorrow when you get home?

You:  i land at 6pm and i was just going to take the airtran from JFK to Jamaica and I was going to take the subway from there, why?

Dylan O'Brien: Do you have any interest in seeing Spiderman?

You:  tomorrow?

Dylan O'Brien:  Yeah, if I came out and picked you up from the airport, would you be in the mood to see the movie with me that night?

You:  you’re gonna drive all the way out from the Montauk to Brooklyn to get me from the airport to then see a two hour movie and then drive three hours back to the Hamptons and not fall asleep and crash and die….

Dylan O'Brien: Well when you put it that way… Yeah, I still want to see you.

Dylan O'Brien: And I want to see Spiderman :)

You: :)

You:  well, i want to see you, so if you really want to do all of that, then yea. I’ll see Spiderman with you tomorrow night.

Dylan O'Brien: i’ll see you at JFK at 6. text me when you land and send me your flight info?

You:  okay. goodnight, Dyl.

Dylan O'Brien: Sweet dreams, Y/n. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

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Dawn

Dawn is my little sister. When I was 11 and she was just a tiny baby, I hurt her really badly. I didn’t know what I did was going to cause so much trouble. I just wanted to do something nice. Something that would make us happy.

My parents made me go away for a long time. I didn’t understand why everyone was so angry. I missed my sister terribly. Even worse, I felt betrayed by the people I’d expected to understand me.

After six years of hospitalization, I got to see her again. My parents had passed away in a car accident while I was gone and I went to live with my aunt and uncle. Both were psychologists. Both understood the problem I apparently had. Still, they believed I’d learned to cope with it over the course of my rehabilitation. And they were right. I would never hurt anyone again. The mere thought of it was abhorrent.

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anonymous asked:

If this is the last season I'd better see evidence that they live together otherwise I'm gonna smash something.

“My lease is up in a couple of months.”

Mulder adjusts the rearview mirror, glances over his shoulder to merge onto the highway.

“Oh, yeah?” he asks. “Well, you should probably think about something a little smaller, maybe a hybrid. That SUV is a little ostentatious now that you’re a fed again, don’t you think?”

Scully glances up, studying his profile for a moment before returning her attention to the file in her lap.

“No, I, uh…I meant the lease on my apartment.”

She reaches to turn the air conditioning up a notch.

The white noise of the road is deafening for a few moments.  The rumble of the tires on the highway, the sound of the cold forced air blasting, the classic rock station they’re listening to cutting to a commercial for a mattress store’s clearance sale.

Mulder doesn’t say anything for what seems like an eternity.  

Scully swallows and highlights a paragraph on the medical examiner’s report she’s been reading.  Her pulse is pounding in her ears and she can feel a ridiculous blush creep up her chest.  Really, it’s only been the 30-second spot for the mattress chain that he hasn’t replied, but god, he could say something, after all, it’s not like she hasn’t started sleeping over more again and-

“Well, I still think you need to look into something more economical than that monstrosity you’ve been driving lately, Scully.  What kind of gas mileage are you getting with that thing anyway?”

She stares at him.  Mulder drums his fingers on the steering wheel in time to an awfully upbeat ditty for a local auto parts commercial jingle.  His eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, don’t leave the horizon and betray nothing.  

“Mulder, I just told you that I’m going to be homeless unless I start looking for another apartment soon.  Why are you still talking about my vehicle?”

He’s quiet again for a beat too long.  They sit through another few commercials before the classic rock station finally returns.  Glenn Frey starts crooning about a peaceful easy feeling that Scully most definitely cannot relate to presently.  She shouldn’t have said anything.  What could she possibly have been thinking?  He’s not ready, this is too much too soon.  She should give him an out.  “Mul-”

“Scully,” he begins at the same time, and she’s starting to tell him to just forget about it but her breath catches when he barrels over her, “the way I see it…you’ve always had a home to come back to.”

Scully closes her eyes, tries not to hope.

“And besides, we’re going to need a more fuel-efficient car if we’re going to be driving into work from the house.  You know the pick-up ain’t gonna cut it.”

He chances a quick glance in her direction before returning his gaze to the road.  “Find anything interesting in that autopsy?”  Mulder’s right hand comes off the steering wheel to settle on the arm rest in between them.  His palm is tilted up. 

She recaps the highlighter and slides her left hand into his right.  “Not sure yet.  We should probably go over it together.”

Seeing a sign for a rest stop ahead, Mulder flicks on his turn signal and moves over to get off the highway, squeezing her fingers lightly.  “I was just looking for a good time to stop and get out of the car.”

Once More, With Feeling: Part Two

Summary: You’re essentially Buffy Summers, a young girl fighting vampires and other supernatural beings. You’re dragged out to a club on your night off by your friend, Margaret, when you run into two vampires.

Warnings: Vampire!Bucky, vampire kink, angst, torture

A/N: You guys requested a part two so here you go! I hope you like it :)

(~ my own shitty edit ~)


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Second Chances Pt. 2 (Jeff Atkins X Reader X Zach Dempsey)

There is a part one to this so make sure to go read that first!
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“Can you give me a second chance?” Zach stated. His eyes filled with hope. Before you could answer Jeff came out the doors.

“Y/N I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What are you doi—” He stopped his sentence after seeing who you were with.

“So Y/N will you?” Zach said again, you thought about it but before you could speak Jeff did.

“Will she what?” Jeff asked, while looking at you.

“None of your business.” Zach stated quite harshly. Jeff scoffed,

“Well it’s gonna be my business now because I’m not leaving her alone with the guy who broke her heart.” Jeff said while putting his arm around you.

“You know what, fuck this. I didn’t even want you back anyways. This was just a fucking joke. Obviously I wouldn’t want to be known as the guy who dated a slut.” Zach said.

“You fucking prick!” Jeff said, while punching him. Zach punched him as well and before you knew it it was a full on fist fight. You tried pushing them away but you were too weak. You ran back inside to call someone. You came out with Clay and Justin. Luckily they separated them. You took a look at both of their faces. Blood dripping from their noses, one of them with a busted lip while the others eye started swelling up.

“Bro what happened?” Justin asked confused as to why they were fighting.

“Your friend over here, he’s a dick.” Jeff said while looking at Zach with hatred.

“Jeff can we go home? I can drive just please can we go home?” You asked. Jeff nodded and you two walked towards his car. You opened the car door for him,

“I always open the door for my prince,” you laughed which resulted in Jeff laughing as well. But his ribbed started hurting so then he groaned. You drove back home, the drive was filled with comforting silence. Your parents weren’t home seeing as today was date night for them. You and Jeff walked in and you told him to go to the bathroom. That’s where the first aid kit was. He sat down in the toilet, and you began wiping off all the blood from is face.

“Why did you do it?” You asked.

“I did it because I never want anybody to talk about you like that. You’re not a slut, he never deserved you.” Jeff stated quietly. You were so careful when wiping off the blood. You didn’t know what parts of his face were bruised or not. He just looked at you the whole time.

“What are you staring at?” You asked while chuckling.

“The most beautiful girl ever.” He said, you blushed.

“You’re not too bad yourself, even when you’re covered in blood.” He laughed which led to him groaning because of the pain coming from his rib.

“Can you sleep over pleaseeeeeee?” You whined while putting away all the supplies.

“Sure, it’ll be like old times when I would always sleep over.” You smiled remembering all the memories.

“C'mon let’s go get ready for bed?” You said while walking to your room. You took out some pajamas for yourself and went to the bathroom to change. One you got out you peeked through your door seeing Jeff taking off his shirt.

OF COURSE YOU WERE GONNA STARE HE HAS AN AMAZING BODY! DONT FIGHT ME ON THIS.

“Like what you see?” He said while smirking, that took you out of your thoughts and you blushed. You just ignored the question and walked to your vanity where you would wipe off your makeup. Since Jeff would always sleep over he had a few clothes over in your house, he always slept shirtless with some sweatpants, so basically the only clothes he had over here were sweatpants.

“Why do you wear makeup?” Jeff asked.

“It makes me feel more confident and it makes me not look dead.” You stated.

“But you look so beautiful without it.” Jeff said. You smiled at him while thanking him. You tied your hair in a messy bun and walked over to your bed where Jeff already was. You two would always sleep on the bed so it wasn’t awkward. You hit him with your pillow.

“Do you know how many people would kill to sleep in the same bed with the shirtless Jeff Atkins and you take this as the opportunity to hit me!” He stated. You just laughed and put your head down.

“Go turn off the light.” You mumbled.

“Ughhh I always turn them off it’s your turn.” He said. You sighed and got up but as soon as you did he got up and ran to turn them off.

“I was just kidding I would never make you turn them off.” You rolled your eyes and laid down. He laid down next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Goodnight princess.” He said, which made you smile and get all cheesy and butterfly in your stomach.

“Goodnight love.” You said back, but little did you know that gave Jeff the same feeling it gave you. Because Jeff has had a crush on you for a while now.

Morning soon came and you woke up to Jeff just staring at you with a smile on his face.

“What are you looking at? Oh no is there drool all over my face?” You said while quickly wiping your face.

“No, you just look cute while sleeping.” He said. You smiled at him and got up.

“C'mon let’s go downstairs.” You said, the both of you went downstairs to see your parents drinking coffee. Your parents looked over and looked surprised when they saw Jeff.

“Jeff you haven’t slept over in so long.” Your father stated, which was true. Jeff would never sleep over while you were dating Zach because he would get extremely jealous.

“What happened to your lip?” Your mom asked worriedly to Jeff.

“Oh I was standing up for someone but I’m fine though.” He stated.

“Hey wanna go out for breakfast?” Jeff asked you. You asked your parents and they said yeah because they were too lazy to cook breakfast. Jeff went to go get ready and he said he’ll be back in a couple of minutes.

You went back to your room and you were about to put on makeup when you remembered what Jeff had told you last night. You smiled and decided not to put on any makeup. You quickly changed and fixed your hair and waited for Jeff downstairs. He rang your doorbell, you said goodbye to your parents and walked out to his car.
You got in and buckled up.

“Where are we going?” You asked turning up the radio a little bit.

“IHOP if you’re okay with it.” He said, you nodded telling him it was fine. The car drive was short and you guys soon arrived. It was a miracle that’ll wasn’t full and that they attended you guys quite fast. You guys ordered your food and waited for it to come.

“You’re not wearing any makeup.” Jeff said while having the biggest smile on his face.

“Yeah, I probably look dead right now.” You said, he shook his head.

“No you look beautiful.” He said while grabbing your hands across the table. You smiled. Your guys’ good soon came and you guys began eating. You grabbed some whip cream from your pancakes and put it on Jeff’s nose.

“Whoops I slipped.” You laughed. He just smirked. He got up pretending to go to the bathroom but instead kissed you. You froze.

“Whoops I fell.” He said. Your stomach filled with butterflies and so did his. You cupped his cheeks and brought him in for another kiss.

“Looks like we’re both falling for each other.” You laughed at that horrible pun.

“Oh Ms Y/L/N I’ve been falling for you since day one.” Jeff smiled.

“Atkins you have won my heart.” You stated, which made him have the biggest smile ever.

“So Ms Y/L/N would you like to be my girlfriend.” Jeff asked, he seemed quite nervous.

“Of course Atkins.” You smiled, while putting more whip cream on his nose. As you guys were eating your breakfast a couple sat on the table next to you guys. You looked to see Zach and the girl he cheated on you with. You tensed up and Jeff noticed so he reached for your hand. You looked over to him and soon enough he connected his lips to yours,

“Let’s go babe,” he stated, you could hear Zach scoff and Jeff smirked. You smirked and followed Jeff. As you walked past Zach you heard him mutter something under his breath which sounded like him saying “slut” you just rolled your eyes.

When you reached Jeffs car both of you burst out laughing,

“He was so jealous.” You said in between laughs. Jeff nodded and you both got in the car. Jeff gave you the aux cord so you played some random songs that both of you knew. Dont by Bryson Tiller came on and Jeff got excited, he loved that song. He knew all the lyrics so he sang to you,

“Fuck ‘em girl I guess he didn’t know any better. Girl that man didn’t show any effort. Do all I can just to show you you’re special. Certain it’s your love that holds me together.” Why did he always sing the most relevant lyrics to you?

“Left hand is steering the other is gripping your thigh.” As he sang that he placed his right hand on your thigh and looked at you while licking his lips. He looked so hot and you wanted to oh so badly kiss his lips, but you couldn’t because that would probably lead to you guys in a car accident. (THIS WAS NOT DONE ON PURPOSE I SWEAR)

You guys soon arrived to your house and before you got out Jeff kissed you,

“Thank you for giving dating a second chance and saying yes to me.” You smiled giving him another kiss.
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There you go, a part two. Honestly thank you for the amazing feedback on part one!

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Darkness…pain…headache…dizziness….

That is what you see and feel when you slowly open up your eyes. Growning, you try to sit up, doing your best to recall the events of what feels a few hours ago. Sadly enough, the only thing you feel is a new wave of dizziness flowing through your sore body. Who are you again? Oh, right. You’re (y/n). But, where are you? Through your half-closed eyes, you see lights flashing on and out and a strange buzzing noise rings through the air. It almost sounds like…a motor?

‘‘Waking up already, pet?’‘

Startled by the sound of a man’s voice, you try to lift your head to take a look. There, in the drivers seet of what appears to be a car, sits a man. And not just a man, you realise as you take in his appearance: dark hair, light stubble, dark cold eyes and a light smirk that is forming on his face as he looks back at you.

‘‘Hold on a minute,’‘ you start as you try to ignore the pounding feeling in your head. ‘‘I know you.’‘

The man raises his eyebrows in almost a bored way.

‘‘Well, I would feel offended if you wouldn’t have.’‘

You ignore his remark. Instead, the events of a while back come flowing back at you. You remember wanting to get milk, but seeing no milk in the fridge and yelling at your brother Sherlock that you would go out to the supermarket. But after you had closed the door of 221B Bakerstreet behind you and had walked a few streets, you had suddenly felt a stinging pain on the back of your head followed by darkness and the voice of a man: ‘‘Don’t worry, pet. I’ve got you now…’‘

And now you were sitting in a car next to your handsome kidnapper, none other less than James Moriarty, the most dangerous criminal known. Your brother Sherlock had had some confrontations with him, you recalled. But you hadn’t seen the man in person, only from pictures.

‘‘You’re the dude that played that stupid game with my brother, right? Do you know how rude it is to hit a lady on the head? I mean, if you really wanted to kidnap me that badly so you could annoy my brothers even more, you could simply have asked. That would have saved a lot of trouble, and a soring headache…’‘

Jim frowned at your words, clearly not expecting such a reaction.

‘‘Stupid?’‘ He mumbled, more to himself than to you.

You only crossed your arms in a stubborn way and looked out of the window, seeing trees and streetlights pass by quickly.

‘‘You better take me to a nice place,’‘ you muttered, slightly angrily. ‘‘Or I’ll let you experience how it feels to get hit on the head.’‘

You don’t see the little smile tugging at Moriarty’s mouth. Maybe this would be much more interesting then he’d thought…

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Not What He Expected-Part 3

This is an A/B/O AU

*This part fills the FLANNEL square on my @spnabobingo card*

So here it is, my FIRST A/B/O series featuring Alpha! Dean/ Omega! Reader (not Destiel). I am still a Samgirl to the very core of my being, but I thought it would be fun to try something different for a change.

You meet Dean Winchester in a bar when he attempts to come to your rescue after a drunk Alpha tries to take advantage of you.  He quickly realizes you’re not what he expected.  You’re a very independent Omega who is used to speaking her mind.  He’s all Alpha, but there is just something about you, an attraction that makes him want to know more…….

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Master List

Text messages are in bold 

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Beta Benny Lafitte, Omega! Reader, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Alpha! Jimmy Novak, Beta! Ada Novak (OC) Beta! Darcy (OC) Omega! Meg, Omega! Amelia

I glared at the twins.  This protective Alpha shit was getting really old.  “Back off you two.”

Dean continued to chew as he looked from me to my brothers.  “Who is Bobby?” He finally asked.

Jimmy rolled his eyes at me.  I could tell he was thinking  Where did you find this genius?

Cas smirked at him.  “It’s Babi, not Bobby.  It’s short for Babicka.  It’s Czech for Grandmother.”

“Dean, these idiots are my brothers, Cas and Jimmy.“ I turned to them. "Way to make an entrance, assholes!” I snapped angrily. “Do I look like a robber to you?”

“No,” Jimmy said thoughtfully.  “You look like your on a date.  You only make your special pancakes for guys you’re trying to impress, Y/N.”

“So is it working?” I asked, turning to Dean, and trying not to let the twins see me smile.

“Oh yeah…..Big time.” He replied with a sexy grin. I was in trouble with this one, I could tell already.  The twins didn’t look happy with his answer.  Jimmy’s fingers tightened reflexively around the bat as he glared at Dean.

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PLEASE HELP ME, Im about to be homeless within a few days.

We were not able to pay rent as well as struggling with food,utilities, etc.

Not only that the landlord wants to take us to court.

I have been trying to hard to get work, commissions, etc. With no luck, now that time has come and I am going to lose everything.

We were already struggling with saving money for a place to live because our lease was up at the end of this month.

We had to not pay rent to pay car insurance, save for next place and food.

It is horrible we are gonna lose our cats too and I dont want them killed.

I am doing commissions, taking donations (my email is krystami.neochondria@gmail.com) i will do ANYTHING commissions wise I just need money so badly..i dont care the amount really as long as I can get money fast i would do invoice but invoices stay in limbo until I can afford to pay off debt to get an official bank or credit card. So payment would have to be gifted.

I dont know what to do anymore please help me. Sculpture eise they are all for sale but you have to give me the shipping to pay (it is better just all then one) The only ones I have left are the lapis plaque, amethyst, pearl and garnet, I have others in progress and am willing to do commissions for sculpts too

Kiwi || Part Four

Hello my lovelies, sorry for the delay, i’m in the final weeks of my first trimester back at uni for the year and so assessments and exams have left me little time for writing. I’m so happy to be back writing, i hope you enjoy this one too. Please don’t be too mad, it’s a bit of a bore this one.. THE NEXT ONE WILL BE GOOD I PROMISE. ALL. THE. DRAMA. 

And here, if you haven’t already you can read PART ONE || PART TWO || PART THREE||

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since that day at Anne’s and apart from him confirming your pregnancy you hadn’t heard from him. Total radio silence. Your patience was wearing thin, not that you had great patience to begin with but pregnancy hormones had managed to deplete what little patience you had left, and now Harry keeping his distance when he said he’d be in touch was pushing you over the edge. 

Gemma could sense the lack of patience in you, and so to keep you from driving yourself crazy three days ago she took it upon herself to pack a bag full of clothes and move into your very small apartment with you and camp on your couch. You would have offered her half of your bed, but with the bump growing by the day and the big ass maternity pillow that was a requirement in order for you to get any form of sleep, the couch would have to suffice. It was fun having Gemma around, she took it upon herself to enrol you both in some pregnancy classes, today had been pregnancy pilates. She insisted on joining you, donning her best lycra clothes. She looked odd with her slim frame standing in a room full of heavily pregnant woman, but her confidence didn’t fail her. To be honest, you loved having her around.. She was quite the good distraction. When the two of you finish up, you walk home making a quick pit stop to the bakery down the road on your way to grab a pretzel. The bakery down the road had a great range of pretzels handmade by a sweet little old German lady. You had tried the whole menu at least twice over during the last three weeks, but today you gave all the weird and wonderful flavourings a miss choosing to go with the plain salted one you’d grown to crave. 

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Me too

Warning: What follows is personal, may trigger others, and may be an overshare…

In elementary, everyone called me “Blubber Boobs” because I went through puberty first. My cheeks burned, but I wanted to be cool. So, I acted cool with it.

On the day when we ran laps around the gym and everyone who ran past me said something about my tits, I didn’t cry. I felt those tears, but I held them back. That’s what strong girls do, right?

In middle school the boys snapped our bras. They touched us sometimes. I thought it made me popular. I wanted to be cool. So, I acted cool with it.

Late night roadside rest area and I had to pee so badly I ran past the man lurking in the entryway. It wasn’t until he called out to me on my way back out to the car, offering for me to “suck it” that I looked and saw the penis in his hand.

So, I wasn’t surprised the next time. When my college friend and I noticed the man sitting in his car, jacking off while he looked at us out the window.

I was surprised when I passed out on the couch at a party when I was 21 and woke up with a stranger on the couch next to me. I know I fell asleep alone. I know that wasn’t my hand in my pants.

You’d think I wouldn’t be surprised when it happened again. On a different couch. Years later. When I woke up groggy, and I didn’t know whose hands were all over me. I guess I should have been more careful. Except, it was my own couch, in my own living room. Where a girl ought to be able to catch a break.

But, a girl can never catch a break, I guess. Not even if she stays right next to her friend in the bar. Because clever guys can just slip something in both their drinks, if they get up together to dance to a really good song. And take them both home in the same car. And roll the windows up from the driver’s side when one of them feels so sick she needs to puke out the window. And they can wake up, two girls still side by side, never having abandoned the classic buddy system safety precaution.

It’s okay though, because I only remember I fighting back. My acrylic nails were broken off and my favorite hoop earrings were damaged, so I think I must have fought pretty hard.

That means I’m still a tough girl, right? I’m still strong? I’m still cool?

I don’t know what else to say.

I guess, what I want to say, is, “Me too.”

Me. Fucking. Too.