this is completely different to what i had in mind

Letter from Mick Jagger to Marianne Faithfull, 16 August 1970

“Dearest Marianne, I woke up this morning and had you in my mind so I thought I would just talk to you a little. I haven’t seen or heard of you much lately and wondered how you were? I saw Chrissie grooving off to Morocco in abandoned style a few days ago, I’m just getting my things together to go on tour to Europe though haven’t got used to the idea yet of all that work and traveling and of course I haven’t a clue what to wear. Things have changed a lot recently here, completely different people come around which I find sometimes peculiar. We have good fun but I’m glad to be going away as its becoming a little tedious. I have no idea where you are in your mind nor should I expect to but I hope there are green fields and flowers where you walk. I’m sure Nicholas is having a good time please throw him in the air for me. Marlon is now 1 and walks and is bright but will inevitably have an Oedipus complex don’t you think! If you find time please drop me a line or telephone before I go away at the end of August as I would love to hear from you. You will always be precious in my thoughts. As ever, Mick.”

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Second First Date

A/N: Today is Valentine’s Day, so I decided to do a piece of my own (not a request) where Spencer and the reader have been dating for a few years and on their third Valentine’s Day together Spencer decides to recreate their first date ever. @coveofmemories

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Spencer walked out of the bedroom in his pajamas; you were supposed to be going out to dinner in less than 10 minutes. What was he doing? After three years together (a year and a half of which you had lived together), maybe he’d just forgotten. “Aren’t we going to dinner?” you asked, watching as Spencer walked over to the refrigerator. 

“I actually had something completely different in mind,” he said with a small smile, “I just didn’t want to spoil the surprise.” When he opened the refrigerator, you saw chicken, green onions, lemon juice, parsley, garlic…

“Is that the ingredients for…?”

“The lemon chicken spaghetti we had on our first date,” he replied. “I figured after three years, I wanted to show you that I still remember every detail of our first date.” He looked down at his white t-shirt and flannel pajama pants. “I actually do remember what I was wearing, but I wanted to be comfortable.”

When you walked into the kitchen, you thought back to when Spencer first showed up at your apartment three years ago. Since then, you’d moved in together. “I was wearing dark wash jeans, which have since developed a hole, so I had to throw them out. I was also wearing a dark green t-shirt and a black blazer on top.” You remembered - the outfit on top of the fluffy hair on his head.

“Do you remember what I was wearing?” you asked, pressing your lips to his. Back then he tasted like strawberry chapstick, now he tasted like Spencer. It was a delicious taste you’d become accustomed to over your years together.

Slowly, you swayed back and forth in the middle of the kitchen while Spencer nibbled at the spot beneath your ear - the one that always had you panting and pleading for him. “I do. You were wearing black jeans, those black leather boots that you wore in bed that one time, specifically because I liked the way they looked on you on our first date and I wondered what it would be like if you were only wearing them.”

That had been a fun night. You’d felt so amazingly dirty and he had thoroughly enjoyed himself. 

“You were also wearing a flowing purple halter top, which I believe you left at the cabin we went to for our first anniversary.” He really did remember everything. You were insanely lucky to have met a guy like him. 

“I was,” you replied, standing on your toes to kiss him again. “We were supposed to go out to dinner. Just like tonight, but we had a torrential downpour so we decided to stay at my old place and make dinner with whatever we could find in my refrigerator. That ended up being lemon chicken spaghetti. I made it. You wanna make it together tonight?”

“That’s definitely the plan,” he muttered against your neck. Over the 10 minutes, you both chopped up onions, parsley and garlic and sautéed it with oil and butter. 

“This smells amazing,” you said, putting the chicken into the pan while Spencer boiled some water for the spaghetti. As you inhaled, the delicious smells brought back the feelings you had when you’d first been shut in together by the rain. You thought it must’ve been to good to be true - he must’ve been too good to be true. But three years down the road, you knew he wasn’t. He was just as amazing then as he was now. 

Once the food was ready, Spencer prepared the plates. You could practically see the overlay of your first date and now. He was standing in nearly the same place, making the same food, smiling the same smile.

“God, that was delicious,” you muttered later on, swallowing the last bite of chicken. “So what did we do after dinner?”

By your hand, he pulled you up from the table and took your mouth in his. “I believe the ran was so awful that the power went out, so we ended up on the couch and I read you some of my favorite passages from Wuthering Heights by candlelight.”

It had been the most romantic experience you’d ever had, and certainly your most romantic first date ever. “So are you gonna read to me again?” you wondered, burying your head in his chest.

“Definitely, but I think the end of the date might end a little differently than our first date,” he said gathering you to him as he walked you toward the couch.

You nearly started to cry as he turned the lights down in the apartment and lit a couple of candles. “How’s this one going to end?”

“In bed, rather than cuddling on the couch,” he laughed against your neck as he picked up the book from off the floor. “I have other plans that don’t reflect our first date.”

“Fantastic.” You could only imagine what he had in mind, but first, first you wanted him to read to you. You loved listening to his voice - so smooth and genuine. “You’re gonna read to me first, right?”

“Of course. Lean back,” he instructed, placing the book in front of you both so he could read it. “I’ll read some passages I like instead of the whole story.” As he began to read, you sunk into him, allowing his voice to wash over you. “My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”

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Valentine’s Day Plans (Quintis)

I had a request for a “Perfect Quintis Valentine’s Day” fic complete with chocolate fondue and flowers. Now this might not be what she had in mind, but here you go! I hope you all like it :-)

“Happy had walked into a lot of different situations throughout her life - gun wielding psychopaths, burning buildings, rooms filled with poisonous gas - but nothing had ever prepared her to walk into her house to her husband bare chested and covered head to toe in melted chocolate.”

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On The Count Of Three

I’m in love with this fic. It was meant to be completely platonic but then Tyler fought me and now it’s different that what I had in mind. But i’m still proud of it and I hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Unrequited Tyvan & Vanoo

Warnings: swearing, blood, wounds, violence, drug reference, death mention, a bit of angst & guns. 


“Evan! Evan, I need you to talk to me, buddy. Can you do that for me, yeah?”

The words were distorted, as if somebody was talking to him through an old radio speaker and Evan could barely understand what was being said. His ears were ringing- a high pitched screaming sound that blocked out most of the world- and his head felt to heavy to hold up on its own anymore. He could taste blood on his tongue and the smell of burning that surrounded him made him scared to open his eyes.

“Ugh…” He groaned, raising his hand to press against his forehead. It seemed like everything in his body was hurting and when he finally opened his eyes the light was painfully bright.

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“Is- is that lip gloss?

A murmur so hushed he might as well have been talking to himself and very well could be if not for Sasagawa Kyoko, the prettiest girl in class, who turns to face him with eyes practically shining with excitement.

“It suits them perfectly doesn’t it? Tsuna and I went shopping the other day, I helped to pick it out.”

This of course elicits several different inquires all able to be filed away in the unhealthy point of missing it completely.

For one, when had he been so close to her that he would start wearing lip gloss per Sasagawa’s suggestion as well as not mind the attention is brings when he smiles and those ever shiny lips turn upwards for the world to behold.

And two, what was the significance of them? As far as Mochida, who was very self-confident in his skills of always knowing about everyone in school, Tsuna was a he as any were. As he’d always been.

Implying that this was a joke to mess with the entire class someone had swept their worst classmate into.

But nevertheless here they stand, hair tied up into the tiniest bun that could be managed due to dress code. Stretching out a palm containing the slim bottle of pink lip gloss for Takeshi to see.

Excited, Tsuna tells him the story of how Kyoko and themself had found a group of stray cats on their way home from shopping, with exaggerated hand motions.

Accidentally flinging the precious gloss across the room, letting out a shout at the tube leaving their hands, watching in horror as it hits the wall.

Praying that it isn’t broken.

“More like the angel of destruction, am I right?” Takeshi gags as a mighty elbow forces into his ribs. Connected to the arm of his friend who does not think it’s a laughing matter that the makeup they’d splurged on was now potentially murdered.

“Hit him harder next time, please.” Hayato is generally not one to spare prisoners. The thought of Tsuna being related to destruction is unforgivable even if it is a joke- and the result of several minor bruises.

“What if I apologize for it in the form of private transportation?”

They know now, it’s a sure yes at the thought of Tsuna not having to walk the rest of school today.

“I’m gullible enough for that.” 

It was a lucky thing that height as well as strength were good negotiations for someone who wouldn’t even get up to use the restroom because it requires effort.

“Jump on then.”

And to the rest of the class’ fear. They launch themself onto his shoulders with a mighty jump, dented tube in hand, one would expect that their popular athlete might crumple to the ground under the force of another body jarring him.

But no,

he hooks his arms around Tsuna’s legs quick as he can and runs out the door for lunch. Hayato in tow, yelling not to drop the tenth or else. 

And questionably so, Mochida doesn’t remember seeing eyes that bright before.

fpslocked  asked:

Feminists and SJWs/radfems are two completely different things. Feminists fight for peace and equal rights for everybody, SJWs/radfems hyperfocus on trivial shit like causing drama and ruining someone's life because they were simply uninformed. You can be pro-feminist without being an absolute shitbag. Know the difference. I hope that can change your mind. I understand if you might have had bad experiences with this kind of crowd before.

I’ve had nothing but bad experiences with both, and in my eyes they aren’t much different. 

Y’know what the term feminist has turned into for me and a lot of other people thanks to these idiots? Feminist to me now sounds like raging man hating bitches who think its cool to be lesbian and all men are pigs and should die. The same feminist who want women to be treated as men, but will then go ahead and bitch if a women commits a crime and receives the same punishment as man. The same feminists that promote rape culture and are convinced that a man can only rape, women are always the victims, and a man who gets rapped doesn’t exist. Men can’t be victims to them.

SJWs are the same, they promote shit like this, among other bullshit equality. When a man hires another man over a women because the man was experienced in work and the women was not, people will bitch and say that it was sexism. I hate shit like that and its SJWs, “feminists” and all those special snowflakes alike that promotes this.

The term feminist has been tainted and ruined and if I identify as a feminist, people cringe and instantly think I want all men to die or some shit. That’s my fucking issue. 

I believe women should be treated equal to men, but this includes more than being given the same jobs, same, pay, same treatment, etc. This also includes that when a women commits a crime she should suffer the same as a man would, and if a women commits rape, she should also be charged the same as a man would. We need to acknowledge that men can also be victims. There’s also cases of domestic abuse where women get away with it cause their a women but the minute a man hits a women he’s instantly charged. Women beating up men has become normalized because “oh they are women, it’s okay men are strong they can take it.” and I want that to stop.

The same outlook on feminist can be applied to my outlook on other things such as SJWs issues but I don’t want to get much into the SJW side cause I’ll just go on a huge fucking rant. 

I refuse to identify as a man hating bitch. Sadly, that’s what feminist mostly means today. I refuse to be labeled as a feminist because of this. Equality is what I want, which includes women’s rights. 

If you choose to be a feminist, and do not act like those that make the whole group look bad, then good for you. I hope that you actually help the cause in turning the general term and people’s reactions to it into something good again like it was, instead of people cringing at the word instead. I don’t think individuals who are feminists are scumbags, I’m talking about the collective group which right now has a negative image. It’s no different than how blacks complain about the oppression from whites. There’s white people who do not oppress them and are good people, but the whites as a whole have given a negative image to the blacks. (this applies to a lot of social and political issues, not gonna list them all here, this is just an example for comparison of my opinion views)

I’ll identify as a feminist when it’s no longer associated with man hating.

*Magic*

anonymous asked:

I'm feeling sad when I think about my life as a spirit after this. What's life like over there? How do we exist when we are completely vibrational and can't see/hear/touch? It sounds like astral life is less "fun" than Earth life - but on the other hand, the Earth is so full of suffering that I'm hoping the astral will be more fun!

I have lots of memories from being a spirit, so I’d love to share what I feel the differences are! Granted, I’m sharing through my human mind and how it comprehends things, but I think there are still some distinguishing features. 

Firstly, the not as good news. The spirit world still does have pain and suffering. I had a rough past as a spirit, so it’s possible that I’m a little biased, but from what I’ve understood, many beings have faced struggles similar to humans. It just happens in different ways. But there are still areas of oppression, violence, and other painful things that spirits experience. Granted, it’s just that deaths of spirits are relatively rare, so it does lower the element and intensity of grief. 

In terms of spiritual life and how fun it can be, that’s some good news! I think it can actually be a lot more liberating than life here–there are less limitations on what we can create out of pure energy, where we live, the depth of relationships, and a lot of other wonderful things. It’s true that spirits don’t see, hear, touch, etc. like most of us do as humans, but spirits can still sense. It’s just that spirits sense energy as a whole, rather than translating energy and their surroundings through physical senses. It’s a bit similar to how there is still a sense of self even when a person experiences sensory deprivation. 

They can sound like really different experiences, but in truth there are a ton of similarities here on Earth and the spirit world has! Mainly, the biggest difference is how vivid physical sensations are (they feel a bit different than just energetic sensations, but those can still get super vivid) and that we can’t just like teleport to where we want to be haha. 

You go on a morning run together

Like Henry you used to be an overweight kid, which meant the two of you were peas in a pod and great motivators to help each other work out. You had routine runs on the weekends and trips to the gym during the week that kept the two of you in shape.

Today was Saturday so the two of you drove to the largest park in your neighborhood and did a slow warm up walk before starting your usual route. One of the reasons running was your favorite is the ability it allowed you to completely clear your mind from all the stresses of everyday life. Henry hated running though and only did it because it was good for him and he knew you liked it.

“Are we almost done?” Henry huffed once the two of you had ran a little bit past your usual stopping point.

“What you can’t keep up? I’m shocked weren’t you trying to brag about your stamina a few nights ago?”

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the chain of memories novel was insightful, especially since there are handfuls of parts where it’s in repliku’s POV. some things are written differently and other things give context to the scenes of the game, but it’s darker.

better and it paints a picture of repliku’s feelings very well.

here’s my summary + character analysis based on his thoughts and things written from the novel – and even headcanons to go with it. 

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A/N: Hope this was what you guys actually wanted. Maybe a little unexpected but I wasn’t really planning to do a second part. Thank you for the requests though :)

Request(s):

Anonymous: Would it be possible for you to continue the Joker getting mad at himself story? Not sure why but I feel like it was full of potential lol Love the others btw your a great writer!

Anonymous: omg can u do a part 2 to u and the joker having an argument!really want to see what happens!

Warning(s): none

Word count: 936

PART 1

MASTERLIST

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As time passed, the Joker grew more and more upset with himself, the words of what he said to you replaying in his mind. How could he be so stupid? You were someone completely different from everybody else. Every woman he had before you he used and treated like shit, but with he promised that he wouldn’t because you made him feel things he never thought he could. Even self hate. It took a lot for him to apologise to people and he never ever did but he knew that he had to apologise to you. Besides, he wanted to. For the first time in his life he actually felt guilty and it hurt him so bad. Who knew how he was going to make it up to you,
but he hoped to god that he would have the chance to. He never wanted to lose you.

He got out of his car and trailed up the pathway back to the house, his heart rate increasing ever more by the second. He couldn’t bare the thought of you being upset, especially since he was the one who caused it. Entering the house slowly, his eyes widened to see tables flipped, objects smashed and photo frames which contained you and the Joker shattered all around the room. He saw all these things, but no Y/N. It proved to him just how angry you were and somehow, he understood. He wasn’t mad that you trashed the house and he wasn’t mad that you had screamed in his face. He wasn’t even mad that you were nowhere to be seen. He was, however, distraught and confused. He didn’t see you leave. He figured it must have been when he was hunched up in the car.

“Where is she?” He mumbled to himself, his nerves beginning to rise. “Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!”

Nothing.

There were two options. Sit in the house and wait for you to return or to go out and look for you. He was worried sick and knew he couldn’t leave things like this for much longer, so he ran back to his car and turned on the ignition, slamming his foot into the accelerator and speeding through Gotham’s streets.

He finally found you around 15 minutes of frantically searching for you, asking random strangers if they had seen a woman matching your description. That proved a problem as half of the people didn’t recognise anyone to the description he gave and half of them ran away in fright. But here he was, looking at your shivering figure in the rain that was just beginning to come down. You were by the old shopping centre which had closed down after a mass shooting that he himself had caused. It was where you first met.

Swiftly getting out of the car, he made his way to you, you turning around as soon as you heard the car door close.

“Y/N, I’m so sor—”

“Save it. Don’t waste your breath on someone you don’t love.” You interrupted, sniffing back your tears and turning your back to him. Ouch. That cut him deep. His breathing hitched in his throat as he tried to get out what he needed to say, but let out a few tears before he did so. He quickly wiped them away with the back of his hand, not wanting you to see he was this upset.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean what I said. Not a word of it.” He began, resting his hand on your arm to spin you around so you were facing him. “And I know you probably won’t believe me, but it’s true. I’m so in love with you and you mean absolutely everything to me. That night I met you was the start of something amazing, and I could feel it in my gut. You’ve changed my life in so many ways and I hate myself for how much I’ve hurt you. This argument got way out of hand and it should never of happened in the first place. Look, the real reason I was out with that woman was because of this.” He paused, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small purple velvet box. You watched him closely as he opened the box to show a stunning engagement ring. One you had never ever seen before. It had a black band covered in tiny white diamonds with a massive one slapped right in the centre of it. It screamed Joker, but it also screamed Y/N. The perfect combination.

You gasped in utter shock, taking a very slow step back to admire what was being held in front of you. You never in a million years thought that the Joker, of all people, would want to settle down and get married. You felt uneasy as massive waves of guilt crashed upon you for starting the argument in the first place.

You had seen him with some woman, walking into a shop together while you were out in the city. You were too heartbroken and angry to even take notice of what shop they were going into. And you knew he wasn’t lying now, it all fitted together.

The Joker was on edge now. You weren’t saying a word. Just standing there, staring.

“So?” He quietly asked, moving the box holding the ring closer to you. “Will you, you know, marry me?”

You giggled at him as he awkwardly asked you to be his wife and oh did it feel good. You knew that he really did love you.

“Yes, J. I’ll marry you.”

Solangelo. Nico being jealous (Paolo). Cuddles, kisses, hugs, hoodies, “My personal Sunshine”, everything to show his propety on Will. Please. I need it. 
This is for you, Anon! 

Note that I edited this when I was very tired, so don’t judge me too hard for all the mistakes and sentences that don’t mean anything, please. 
Also, I kind of forgot the Paolo part of your request, so Nico is jealous of some guy I made up named Dave. I hope you don’t mind too much. :)

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Well, are you mine?

It never really was about Dave (a son of Hermes). Or the way Will was standing way too close to him for Nico’s taste. It never really was about Dave.

It was always about Will. About the way Nico loved Will. How he loved him, achingly and blinding, passionate. Clashing and different, but making each other better and complete.

That’s what it was about. Nico who had lost the one person he cared about most and also the only person he had had. And even though, that wasn’t the case anymore, he still sometimes felt as if a part of him was gone with Bianca. Like the part of him that cared about people the way any normal person did. And maybe all half-bloods feel this way, but the knowledge that death is literally around the corner and could jump out at any given moment, was something Nico was well too aware of.

So his initial response was to keep people away from him. To never let people in, to keep everyone out. And to never feel the heart breaking loss of a loved one.

No one to love, no one to mourn.

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How Much Time Do You Have? *Stiles Stilinski*

Originally posted by itsbecauseteenwolf

*So guys this is a new fic I’m working on. It should be around 3-5 parts. Im not sure yet, but I hope you enjoy it and pleaseeeee tell me what you think. Also this part doesn’t have smut but the other parts will. The rating is for the overall series. Thanks!!! (:*

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (The reader has a name in this, btw)

Rating: M (Mature)

Warning: Kissing? None really

A special thanks to @obrosey-af for proofreading it for me :)

I couldn’t keep my mind off of her. She affected everything I did and every choice I made. But why? She wasn’t mine, not yet at least. Normally talking to females was an easy task for me. It didn’t take long before I had them completely smitten, but she was different. And all of a sudden I found myself actually wanting to get to know her. I wanted to have late night conversations about her fears, what she believes in, her family, her life, just everything. I wanted to know everything about her. She absorbed my thoughts, hell she was even in my dreams. Some more explicit than others. As I stared at my ceiling I couldn’t help but recall the first day we met.

Harrison was talking on and on about something I couldn’t care less about. I woke up late and didn’t get a chance to grab any food so as you could guess, I was starving. The only thing on my mind was food and how quickly I’d be able to get some. That was until someone stumbled through the door. I saw red hair and I sat up in my seat to get a better look at our new student. She wore simple black jeans and a maroon crewneck.

“M'sorry I’m so late, I got a bit lost on the way here” She mumbled, still struggling to hold her books together.

Harrison just nodded and ushered for her to find a seat. She looked around before her eyes landed on the seat next to me. She made her way over and gave me a small smile. I was happy that the only seat available was next to me, but it only made me more nervous knowing that she’s probably going to be sitting with me for the rest of the year. As she slid into the seat I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her. Her red hair was cut into layers, the shortest piece falling just above her shoulder, her lips were covered in this berry colored lipstick, and eyeliner adorned her eyelids. I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when my stomach decided to make a dying whale sound, causing everyone to look back at me.

“Mr. Stilinski…. You may leave the class if you need to” Harrison said causing half of the class to erupt in a fit of giggles.

“I’m good” I mumbled and he continued his rant on chemicals or some shit. I focused on picking at my nails and avoiding eye contact with the new girl, whose name I had to learn. It wasn’t long before a granola bar was shoved in my face, literally poking me in the nose.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry” She whispered and I smiled taking the granola bar from her. “I’m a bit of a klutz but I always have food so there” She made sure to keep her voice low so that she wouldn’t get in trouble. I gave her another smile and said thank you before I devoured the snack.

And every day since she would bring me a granola bar and coffee or something that I could eat. No matter how many times I told her that it wasn’t necessary, she wouldn’t listen. I learned that her name was Rhea, her mother was Indian and her father was Greek so the name fit both sides of her culture. In Sanskrit her name meant streaming/flowing and in Greek Mythology it was the name of Zeus’ mother. I learned a lot about her in the last week actually, but we only talked in school. I learned that she dyed her hair red because of father told her not too, she moved to California with her mother after she found out her dad was having an affair, she has a best friend who lives here named Erica, but she likes to be called Er, I think that’s the same Erica that Isaac is dating. We spent lunch together every day since she got here, and she quickly took a liking to Scott and Lydia. They’ve expressed their liking to her multiple times as well.  Isaac and his girl went on some vacation thing and they’ll be back at school tomorrow, I’ll have to introduce her just in case that is her best friend.

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It’s been two weeks since Rhea’s been here, turns out Erica was her best friend, they’ve spent a lot of time together. She’s currently tucked under my arm, while we watched Star Wars. She’s never seen it and I can tell she’s bored, but she won’t say anything because of my love for the movie.

“Wanna play a game?” I asked turning to her, sitting crisscross on the couch. She mimicked my actions and nodded rapidly.

“20 Questions? I still want to know more about you, I promise I won’t overstep my boundaries” The softest giggle left her mouth and I swore my heart stopped. I don’t think I’ve ever had actual feelings for a girl. Then she comes along and everything I’ve ever believed is just thrown out the window. I’ve never even had a girl over at my place and for the past few days she’s always been here. I’m fucked, utterly fucked.

“It’s okay Stiles, you can ask what you want, I’m comfortable enough around you” I still wasn’t going to overdo it, I didn’t want her to think I only wanted one thing from her.

“Okay we’ll start off simple, Favorite TV show?”

“Law&Order: SVU, it’s so good Stiles!! You have to watch it. Olivia Benson is my Idol.” She squealed and I couldn’t stop the grin forming on my face. She was too cute, she always got this excited when she talked about things she loved.

“Okay my turn…. Why haven’t you tried anything with me yet?” What? Her question caught me off guard and I probably looked like a dear caught in headlights.

“W-What do you mean?” I stuttered out.

“I mean why haven’t you tried anything? I don’t wanna sound cocky or rude, it’s just that you’re pretty popular right….” She looked down and fiddled with her fingers before continuing.

“I know I’m not the best looking girl out there, so I shouldn’t expect you to try something, but I just, I mean. Nevermind.” She looked back up at me “You can ask now”

I shook my head and scooted up closer “No, ask what you were gonna ask….”

She took a deep breath and averted her eyes from mine. “Okay, fine. Why do you hang out with me? I’ve uh heard things. You’re a player, you sleep around, and um stuff like that. So why do you hang out with me if you haven’t tried anything?”  She paused taking a deep breath.

“All I do is sit here and ramble on and on about myself and you seem to enjoy it but why? You have so many girls throwing themselves at you, but you’re hanging out with a Virgin. Someone who doesn’t know anything of how to please you.” She paused again as if she was putting her words together.

“Like fore example you have much more exciting friends, for god’s sake you were supposed to go to Lydia’s party tonight but instead you’re here watching Star Wars with me….” Her voice got smaller as she finished speaking.

I had no idea she felt this way. Did she really think she was boring? All that crap she said earlier about not being the best looking girl and what not is complete bullshit because she’s breathtaking. Who told her I was a player? My face must’ve been contorted into some weird expression because she soon spoke up again.

“Look Stiles, don’t get angry. Forget I said anything, yeah?” I shook my head and scooted back into the corner of the chair making her scoot closer to me.

I wasn’t mad that people told her about my “ways”, I was mad that she was doubting herself. I should be happy that she’s comfortable enough to tell me this information, but I don’t want her thinking that way. Ever. Once again I was brought out of my thoughts by her. This time she climbed up onto my lap so that her legs were on either sides of my body.

“Stop thinking about it, let’s just watch Star Wars and forget I said anything” She pouted and while her actions were completely innocent, I couldn’t help the feeling that made its way to my crotch. My hands flew to her hips to softly push her off me but that never happened, my eyes kept flicking from her eyes to her lips and I wasn’t aware of how much I was inching towards her.

“Stiles…” She whispered and I stopped moving completely. “Should I stop….” I murmured.

When she didn’t say anything and slowly brushed my lips against hers, searching her eyes for any signs of rejection or doubt. When I didn’t find any, I fully pressed my lips onto hers. They were soft, just like I imagined and the moved perfectly against mine. I moved my hands up to cup her face because I didn’t want them roaming to places they shouldn’t go. I wanted to take my time with her, I wanted to prove that she actually meant something to me. Normally I’d use my words but she literally makes me speechless, every single time I look at her.

My teeth grazed against her bottom lip and she parted her mouth with a low moan. Her fingers tangle themselves in my hair as my tongue slips into her mouth. Not long after I pulled away because apparently my breathing and kissing skills don’t go hand in hand. I was breathing heavily looking up at her and I think she surprises both of us when her lips came in contact with my neck. The bulge in my khakis definitely became more prominent and if she only moved her hips the slightest bit she’d feel it too. I didn’t want her to believe it was only about sex, and I definitely didn’t want her to believe the things she’s heard about me. So I slowly push her off my and lay her on the couch.

“If we keep this up I don’t know If I’ll be able to stop myself” Her lips were swollen, and slightly more red than they normally are. She looked up at me with her Doe eyes and I decide then, that I’m going to call her Bambi.

“I’m s-sorry, do you not want to” She stuttered and I shook my head quickly.

“No no no, I want this. I really want this. But you haven’t done anything like this before. And I really want to take my time with you” I whispered, hovering over her to place a kiss on her lips.

“I promise, we’ll get there. Okay Bambi” She giggled at the nickname and nodded.

“Thanks Stiles” She kissed my cheek “But you never told me why you hang out with me”

I laughed and sat up properly, pulling her up after.

“How much time do you have?”

Okay, so this has been on my mind for a bit, and after doing tons of research about the Renaissance, Puritans, and Something Rotten (thanks to certain cast members), I’ve come to my own sort of conclusion about Nigel and Portia’s relationship.

What if Portia didn’t go to the new world with Nigel? They had everything going against them. She was a Puritan and he was a writer; these two things did NOT go together (which we see in the show). They were from two COMPLETELY DIFFERENT WORLDS. Oh, and it is very likely that Portia was much younger than Nigel. And here she is, this young, theatre-obsessed girl who thinks it’s so cool to talk to someone who’s “successful” on the inside. So Portia is all over this. And Nigel is just flattered to actually have a fan of his work. But this relationship, friendship, whatever you want to call it, would never have been even remotely possible in the Elizabethan Era. Puritans, while very strict, were known for encouraging marriage based on love, but within their own circle. Not only would this “relationship” be frowned upon, Portia’s father and entire society would literally disown her.

Okay, so they know that what they’re doing is wrong, but they still pursue it. On top of this, Nigel is a writer, and a very good one, POSSIBLY BETTER THAN SHAKESPEARE. During this time period, once plays closed in London, they usually toured around the country. If this did happen with Omelette, or one of Nigel’s other plays, Portia would probably have no choice but to either go on tour with Nigel or stay with her father. If she had chosen the tour, just as when she chose to go to the new world, she’d probably be Nigel’s happy housewife, staying home and occasionally watching Nigel’s plays. Living with her love and getting to see the behind-the-scenes of what goes into putting on plays (which she loves)? Happily ever after for Portia.

But my point is that this wouldn’t happen. If Nick and Nigel didn’t do Omelette and weren’t banished to the new world, they would instead probably do Nigel’s play, which would in turn be a success. It would play in London for a bit at the theater and in the courts, and then it would close and they would probably tour with it. Either way, Nigel is leaving Portia. She could want to go with him all she wants. We’ve met Brother Jeremiah, right? Throughout the whole play, he is 100% against Nigel being with his daughter, to the point of him even locking her in a tower and sending her to Scotland. If she suddenly told him she was leaving him to go off with Nigel to wherever, do we really think he would let this slide? Just as he had his cronies drag her off before, he could and would easily do it again. There would be no way Portia would go anywhere with Nigel or have any chance at a relationship or a life with him.

And so Nigel goes off to the new world or wherever and forgets about Portia. He focuses on his work rather than on finding a wife. Portia goes through a short period of heartbreak but DOES NOT die of a broken heart. She grows up a little, grows to accept her Puritanical society and reject her love of the arts. She probably marries someone within her society to the approval of her father. All’s well that ends well. I guess.

Taken

“You can’t possibly actually be going through with this. It’s like you’re begging to get caught. A federal agent? A fucking federal agent?” I questioned.

None of his ideas were ever rational in my mind, but this was on a completely different end of the spectrum. The girls, God. That was bad enough. In some ways, simple. But I had the power to help them, the fact I was the one person who was in touch with the kidnapped victims, I was so close. But I couldn’t do anything. I didn’t know what he actually did to the girls. Hell, after all these years, I didn’t even know his name. But I was content keeping it this way. I watched as his arm rise to flick the ash from his cigarette in the tray directly to his right.

“I know what I’m doing. Now, go feed him.” He said, looking back up at me as he took a drag from the cigarette.

I just nodded in response, making my way into the kitchen. Maybe this was better? He was an agent, he was trained, maybe he wouldn’t be scared and maybe he could actually help the both of us. Maybe he’d be the one comforting me. I always comforted the girls. I was the only safe haven they had anymore. I was used to being here, I was used to the orders, I was used to him. That didn’t make any of this less horrifying.

I put together a sandwich and grabbed a bottle of water before making my way down to the basement. I opened the door and shut it behind me and took a deep breath. I made the familiar walk down the steps and saw him sitting on the floor, his legs stretched out and his hands cuffed around a pole behind him. Even though I wasn’t the one who hadn’t eaten in hours, I still felt sick.

“Hey.” I whispered, walking over to him. He rolled his head in my direction and opened his eyes. He didn’t say anything. I think it was more from the fact he was being mistreated and the result of the neglect, rather than stubbornness. I walked over and sat down in front of him.

“Water first?” I asked.

“Please.” He nodded, I could hear it in his voice. It was like that feeling when you first wake up and your voice is raspy as a result of not having a drink yet that day.

I unscrewed the lid and he already had his lips eagerly parted. I brought the bottle to his lips and tilted it up slightly as he began to drink. Once he’d downed a majority of the bottle I took it back from him. If he took too much too quickly, he’d get sick, and it’d be my mess to clean up.

“Do you think you can eat?” I asked.

“If that means you won’t be forcing me, I’d like to wait a few minutes.” He replied. I nodded and set the plate down beside him.

“I’m-” I began, but was quickly cut off when he spoke.

“(Y/N) (L/N), I know. I worked on your case several years ago. I imagined your facial structure and how the process of aging would’ve taken on you. I imagined your cheeks to be a bit more sunken in, but it’s clear you haven’t been physically neglected here.” He replied.

To say I was startled would be an understatement. I was taken around four years ago, if I was correct. For him to remember my case, let alone my face was nothing short of astonishing.

“And your name?” I asked.

“Spencer Reid.” He said.

“Well, Spencer. I don’t know what trick you used to remember my case, but I’m glad somebody remembered. And I think you should eat.” I replied.

“Well, it’s not a trick. And actually, the average person can go around a week without eating. Someone seriously obese could probably manage 2-3 weeks. You can go three days without water, and it takes 40 days for the human body to actually starve. And I couldn’t have been here for more than three days, considering you just now gave me water. So I’m far from starving.” He replied.

It seemed he wasn’t trying to anger me with these facts. But genuinely inform. He wasn’t rattling off to show his “superior intelligence”, in fact it was in a way that was almost casual. His gaze around the room to take in his surroundings after he’d spoken seemed to confirm that this was a normal occurrence, he didn’t have to watch for a reaction, he didn’t care for one.

“Well, that being said. It would give me a better piece of mind if you did eat.” I said, picking up the plate and presenting the sandwich. He nodded and held his mouth open. I held it up to allow him to take a bite of it. I sat quietly and we continued on in this pattern until he had eaten at least half of the sandwich I’d provided. I held the water bottle to his lips as he finished the remains of it. I set the bottle back down and turned my attention to him.

“Come on, we have to go give you a bath. Keep your clothes on if you want. I just have to monitor you. Provide help if you need it.” I explained. I was used to this part. At least whoever was holding onto us had the decency to let people bathe. I unlocked his cuffs and pulled them around the beam before locking them back up.

“Sorry.” I whispered.

“I understand.” He nodded. I held onto his hands as I helped him make his way up the staircase. Whoever was in charge around here was no longer sitting in the living room, which I was thankful for. I led Spencer into the bathroom and started running the water.

“If you want to take your clothes off, I can unlock you and leave the room until you’re done.” I told him.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” He nodded. I unlocked the cuffs and left him alone, standing right outside the door for a few minutes until I was certain he was finished. I walked back in and locked the door behind me so he wouldn’t barge in.

“Sorry I have to sit in here, kind of an invasion of privacy, I know. He’ll be mad if you don’t wash up though.” I spoke quietly. It was alright when it was the girls, they were like me. They understood. I felt extremely uncomfortable having to sit with a man. He didn’t reply and just continued on with his business. I sat quietly and picked up the book I left in here, it helped in the situations like this when no words were exchanged.

“(Y/N).” He said, finally breaking the silence. I expected for him to tell me he was finished, but when I looked up and saw he was still scrubbing the shampoo into his hair, I had no idea what he wanted.

“Hm?” I asked.

“You know, I could take you away from this. I can get you out of this life, and put an end to all of this. Nobody else has to get hurt. But I can’t do it without your help.” He spoke calmly.

“I’m scared of him, what he’ll do.” I told him, I sounded weak. I knew it. But it was only as weak as I felt.

“You are good, (Y/N). He won’t do anything, because if you help me, I will get you out of here, and he will be sent to prison. I just need you to listen to me. Do you think you can do that?” He asked.

I felt a little uneasy to be having this conversation here. Then again, in this house, there was no such thing as good or bad timing. As far as I was concerned, it was all bad timing.

“Spencer, I’ve been here for four years. It can’t be that simple. I don’t know where I’d go, I don’t know how I’d continue on from this. I can’t just go back to my life. He knows my name, he knows everything about me. And I don’t even know his name. He’d find me, and take my betrayal as a reason to hurt me. I’ve tried so hard to handle myself here and not get on his bad side. I haven’t known anything besides this house for four years.” I spoke, my uneasiness creeping into my voice.

“My team and I will make sure he never lays a hand on you. We can get you help, we will find your family, there are ways to try and move on from an experience like this. But I can’t do any of this for you if you don’t trust me.” He said and I finally looked up to meet his gaze.

“I am fucking terrified.” I whispered.

“All you need to do is listen to me. I will handle everything. I will get us out of here. And you can start again. Do you think you can trust me on this?” He said. He’d rinsed his hair out and finished washing up at this point. I looked down at my feet and stood up to retrieve a towel from the cupboard. I handed it to him and he began drying his hair as best as he could. He sat, waiting for my answer.

It was as if I had just gotten the wind knocked out of me. I’d convinced myself there was no way out of this, so I hadn’t even thought about the possibilities. I was convinced this was the end of the line. I still was. And within 20 minutes, he’d taken away every single one of my thoughts from the last 4 years. I swear, it was like whoever was watching over me, had placed something directly in front of me to fix everything. And that alone was overwhelming, incomprehensible. A decision I should’ve made over the course of a lifetime, took me 5 minutes.

“What do you need me to do?”

—-

Today was the day. Today I would see if this would go as planned. Today would either be the day I die, or the day my life would be changed. Which, I guess in a way could also be dying. All I could do was put my trust into Spencer. After a course of a few days, that proved easier than I thought. Spencer was convinced nothing would happen to me, to us. But that didn’t help my unease. He and I had agreed we wouldn’t go through with this until a few days later. He said it was to convince our captor we truly were helpless, that we would’ve acted by now, and that we wouldn’t do anything. We had to wait. I knew he really just wanted to calm me down.

I knew how the man keeping us captive worked. He wasn’t much for torture so I prayed it wasn’t to too bad of an extent. But I knew he beat them. I knew he had beaten Spencer. It was usually at night, when he thought I was sleeping. But I could still hear Spencer’s grunts every time he went in for another punch. I actually didn’t know if it was only punching, I didn’t want to know.

I made my way downstairs to bring Spencer his lunch. I walked downstairs to see him in his familiar spot, arms pulled to the back and wrapped around the beam.

“How are you feeling, Spence?” I asked, setting the plate down in front of him.

“I’m fine.” He said, turning his gaze to look up at me.

“No, you’re not.” I sighed, gripping his chin lightly so I could see his face properly. His eye was still bruised from a few days ago. It was healing, but didn’t look any less painful. He had dried blood on his lip and a small bit that had dribbled down to his chin.

“He won’t be down today. So I’m gonna unlock the cuffs, okay?” He nodded as I reached behind my back to retrieve the keys. I pulled them from my pocket and stood behind him, carefully unlocking them and removing them from his wrists. He instinctively pulled them forward, rubbing at the skin on his wrists. I walked back over and sat down in front of him, picking up the soaked cloth I’d brought.

“Look at me.” I said to which he obliged. I cleaned up the blood that was now dried to his skin, trying not to press too hard. I cleaned up some of the dirt on his face, I didn’t want to know how it got there so I didn’t ask.

“We’re planning for tonight. I need you to leave the handcuffs with me and right before you send him downstairs, I need you to call the cops. My team is still stationed here so they’ll be on their way too. They’ll arrive before the police, once you call they’ll be here within two minutes. I’ll hold onto him before then, you just have to stay alert in case something doesn’t go as planned. Do you understand?” He asked, running me through tonight’s planned. I slowly nodded and rubbed my eyes. He leaned forward and lowered his voice, looking up the staircase before back to me.

“Did you leave the gun where I asked?” He whispered.

“Yeah, I did.” I spoke softly with a nod. He reached forward and took his water bottle, looking up at me first.

“You are good. You have done nothing wrong. There is still time to do the right thing, and you’re choosing it.” He told me and I nodded. We sat in silence as Spencer finished his last shit excuse for a lunch while he was here.

“Do you promise things will be okay?” I asked, looking up at him. Even though we were both sat down, he still towered over me. I couldn’t imagine him standing.

He nodded, “I promise. Now, I need you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I need you to help me up so I can walk around. I can’t risk getting a blood clot, if I haven’t already got one. I need help restoring circulation.” He said and I quickly nodded. Fuck, why hadn’t I done this sooner?

I stood up and held my hands out for him which he placed his own in.

“Ready?” I asked and he gave a short nod, preparing for the worst, “1.. 2.. 3..” I said and slowly began attempting to pull him to his feet. He let out a groan at the feeling of standing after sitting in the same spot for three days. The only time he ever got to move was when he had to go and wash up, and that was only twice a week, not including the weekends. The stairs were enough of a struggle for him. I suppose if we were to make our way out of here and Spencer had to handle him, he’d have to make sure he could walk properly. He rested an arm around my shoulders and I hugged his middle half.

“Just walk in circles around the basement.” Spencer said and I followed his order. We took things slowly until he was convinced he could walk a bit faster. We continued on like this for a good 15 minutes until he wanted to try and walk on his own. I refused to let him stand completely alone so I stood in front of him and walked backwards while he walked towards me.

“You doing okay?” I asked, holding my hands out on either side of him in case he might fall. He nodded and focused on his stepping, and also not running into me.

“I think I can try going solo.” He said and I nodded. I stood back on the other side of the room from Spencer as he walked towards me. He kept walking, somewhat struggling, but I would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t have been. In his last few steps, he fell forward, resting his hands on the wall beside me. I gave a small smile, such a foreign feeling. I brushed back the hair that had fallen in his face.

“Come on, we’re gonna walk around a bit more.” I said and grabbed his hands. I stepped forward and turned us around so I could walk backwards, guiding Spencer with my hands.

We went on trying different ways to help until I was certain Spencer had gotten the hang of it and he’d be okay for tonight. I helped him back down into his seat and made sure he held his hands back.

“Just sit like that, no use in putting the cuffs back on. He’ll be down in an hour.” I told him. He nodded back and looked up at me. I turned around to leave, but stopped in my tracks. I turned back around and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead before leaving the basement. Hoping this would be the last of it.

I let out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding as I placed the phone back down. I went and stood at the top of the staircase, opening the door before yelling.

“Sir! Oh my god, he’s sick. He’s really sick.” I yelled, looking for our captor.

“It’s your job to handle that.” He snapped.

“I know, but I don’t know what’s wrong. He might pass out and we’re screwed if anyone finds a dead federal agent in your basement.” I said, hoping it was enough to convince him. I heard him let out a sigh of frustration before making his way down to the basement. And now we wait.

*Spencer’s POV*

I stood by the staircase, just as I’d talked about with (Y/N). I held my gun drawn to my side as I heard him make his way down the steps.

“Where the fuck is he?” The man murmured to himself.

“Hands where I can see them.” I said, drawing my gun to point at him. He turned around and obeyed my orders, much to my surprise. I walked over, my gun still to his head as I took his hands into the cuffs (Y/N) had provided me with. I reached into his pocket and removed his wallet, looking at his driver’s license. I grabbed his wrists and began pushing him up the stairs.

“Jake Monson, you are under arrest for the kidnapping and murders of Melanie Austen, Zoey Jackson, and Amy Martin.” I said, pushing into his back as we made it to the door. I opened the door and just as I began reciting his rights, Derek came through the door, followed by the back up I assume the police department provided. Derek held his gun as he took Jake from my grasp and gripped his arm, jerking him forward.

“Let’s go.” He said and pushed him forward, digging the gun into his lower back. He glanced back at me, asking if I was alright to which I nodded. Knowing that question was only a formality, I had to be examined by the medical team. JJ had already made her way to (Y/N) and was escorting her out of the house.

*(Y/N)’s POV*

Jennifer led me to the nearest ambulance and sat with me, I was surprised she wasn’t bombarding me with questions, but extremely grateful. I sat in the back of the ambulance with a blanket wrapped around my shoulder as she sat beside me, talking me through what was about to happen.

“Reporter’s are going to be asking you for a statement and about your experience. You don’t have to talk to them by any means, I can handle them. We’ll locate your family and sort that out, but for now we have to make sure you’re okay. And you’ve been through a lot so nobody expects you to be. You can just talk to me right now, if you’d like.” She said, her hand resting on my back. I nodded, thankful to see a kind face.

“Thank you.” I whispered, and hugged her tightly to which she returned. I pulled back and drew in a shaky breath.

“Can I get you anything? Coffee, something to eat?” She asked.

“Coffee would be nice.” I told her and she nodded and was off. I was extremely hesitant to be left alone, but it didn’t last long until Spencer was walking over to me. I stood up and walked over to him, pulling him into a hug.

“Hey, hey. We have to get you back in the ambulance, okay? But I won’t be going anywhere.” He said and I nodded. He left his hand on my lower back and helped me back up before taking a seat beside me. Jennifer soon returned with the coffee I asked for and I smiled appreciatively.

“I’ll keep an eye on her.” Spencer whispered, trying so only Jennifer would hear him, but I heard him anyways. She nodded and gave me a soft smile before returning to who I assumed were the other members of Spencer’s team.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do anything sooner.” I whispered, staring down at the styrofoam cup in my hands.

“You did the right thing, (Y/N).” He replied, keeping his hand on my back, “Sorry, these talks aren’t actually my job. That’s why we have JJ.”

“You’re doing fine.” I said with a small smile, “I’m just happy to be out of there.”

“You can head back with me to the station, if you want. I think there’s a car waiting for you, but you can go with me.” He said.

“I’d prefer to stay with you, if you don’t mind.” I replied.

“Not a problem.” He nodded.

“Thank you, Spencer. I really appreciate this, all of this.” I said and leaned up, kissing his cheek to show my appreciation.

“Of course. It’s little things like this that make this job worth it, you know? Where things aren’t okay, but they’re getting there.” He said.

I nodded back and looked at all the people surrounding the neighboring area. People who simply wanted to observe, those who were actually here to work, the families who finally got their closure, even if it wasn’t what they wanted to hear. I think I understood what he meant. As humans, I don’t think it’s fair for us to decide between right and wrong. I don’t think that’s our call to make, and I don’t think we can do it. But I have to say, watching the man who took those girls walk away in handcuffs, the families finally getting their answers and not having to live in wonder anymore, and knowing no more girls would be hurt at his hands, there was definitely something that was so right here.

drerahv-moved  asked:

bo!! i remember in your game pilot you had multiple axises (friends/not friends/love/no love) that could determine which ending someone got. would you mind talking about how you coded this? did you do something similar to adding to a number after the player completes certain interactions, and then having the game check whether that number passed a certain threshold to determine the ending?

hello, and thank you for the question! it was something i had to mess around with a fair bit until i got it working, actually. i don’t have the files on me to go check right now, but i THINK what i did was i had “love” points and “friend” points”. different interactions would either gain points or not change the points for either of those options. then, when those points became relevant throughout, i went “if love points are greater than (number), then (thing), if not (other thing)”. 

near the end of the game - when there were no more choices to make or points to earn -  i simplified it for myself again by saying “if love points are greater than (number), (create LOVE value) LOVE = yes”  and i could then set ren’py to look for LOVE = yes or LOVE = no each time it checked to see what to do next

and THEN, to decide which ending to choose, i had it look at the last choice (four options: both agree on option A, both agree on option B, person1 chooses A and person2 chooses B, person1 chooses B and person2 chooses A) and then split each of those options up into a further four choices (love+friends, love+notfriends, nolove+friends, nolove+notfriends) and THEN it would run the appropriate ending. which is why there was so many damn endings, there was a lot of possibilities.

i believe you can actually have a look at the raw code in the downloadable files, if i remember correctly - you just need to download ren’py and open it all up. if i’m wrong and you can’t look at the code by yourself, let me know and i’ll try grab a copy of it for you that will let you do that. also, if you’re trying to make something similar in ren’py yourself and you’d like some advice/help with coding/to just steal my code (honestly that’s totally fine), then just let me know! my email is bo.animator@gmail.com if you want to discuss anything in more detail.

Found my dream sugar daddy

THIS IS IT. THIS IS WHY I STARTED SUGARING. FOR THIS. THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR. My POT Oppa is now officially my sugar daddy.

He’s all sugar, absolutely no salt and I’m so ecstatic! Every single sugar arrangement that I’ve had, I felt like the guys are just playing mind games and trying to get as much as they can from me for the lowest possible cost. With Oppa, it’s completely different! He really wants to take care of me and have a sugar relationship that is more than purely physical and transactional. 

I met him about two weeks ago on SA and we really got along. I was slightly worried, however, because he hadn’t contacted me since we met. Last night, he texted me and said “I had to fire three people today and I need to get out of the city. Let’s going to Atlantic City. I’m sending a limo to you.”

In the limo, he wires $5k to my bank account for my allowance. We get to AC around 1 A.M. We drank and gambled until 7 A.M.    ._.  I slept for a few hours and then Oppa sent me off to have a spa day. I’ve never gone to a spa before but it was sooooo awesome. I got a full body massage and 24k gold facial. Afterwards, we had lunch and he took me shopping. I felt truly pampered. Around 4 P.M. we took a limo back to NYC. 

This mini vacation was awesome and I finally feel like I have found my perfect sugar daddy! He genuinely wants to spoil me and is extremely kind. WE ALSO GET ALONG REALLY WELL AND UGH THINGS ARE SO PERFECT WOW IM SO EXCITED.

I’M GOING TO GET A PUPPY TOMORROW



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( I got yelled at shortly after taking this picture because apparently you’re not supposed to have your phones at the table ._. )