throwing up deuces

The boy next door

Description: Neighbors are suppose to be friendly, but Min Yoongi was far from it. Actually he was the neighbor you wanted to strangle- at least until that night.

Min Yoongi x Smut x bad boy Yoongi  x Part 1 x 


Smut- Not in this chapter

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5

You always sat on your porch, your eyes carefully scanning over the words in your favorite book. You always found the cool night breeze of spring the perfect weather to read outside. It always brought you peace and the nights were lonely which helped you focus more. At least until he showed up..

The loud car pulled up, blasting hip hop music from the speakers. You could practically feel the porch vibrate. You covered your ears from the echoing sounds filled your eardrums. Almost every friday night with him. 

You were sick of it- you were sick of him.

Neighbors were suppose to be friendly, invite you to gatherings, dinner or even give you pie on weekends. He was the opposite of a friendly neighbor. Far from it actually. His room was directly across from yours, so you constantly saw half naked girls dancing from the other side. Or moaning in the middle of the night. You wanted to climb out your window and bang on his until he stopped.

Not to mention the loud ruckus he would always play. You didn’t understand why he couldn’t invest in headphones, or at least borrow some. Especially when his curtains were always open, exposing himself- almost as if he did it on purpose.

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2016 Has Been the Year of The Mammy.

I have learned sooo much about black women this year which is for the most part is sad, disappointing, and disheartening. Many Black Women have REALLY showed their  treacherous, penis pandering mammying asses in 2016. I have witnessed soooo much mammying and treachery amongst black women this year that I have had thoughts SEVERAL TIMES about just shutting this blog and campaign down, throwing up the deuces  and calling it a day. It’s just very hard defending women who care NOTHING about their plight or that of the women and girls who look like them. THERE IS NO COLLECTIVE SISTERHOOD WITH BLACK WOMEN.

More black women have been expressing their feelings about how the large amount of mammying, penis pandering, and treachery from black women towards black women makes them just want to give up. Sistas are tired of defending ALL black women only to get backlash or backstabbed in return. Sistas are also sooo tired of especially these race women so-called pro-black mammies policing other black women’s choices in clothing, hairstyles, behavior, attitudes towards oppression, mate selection and more. These type of black women are just as annoying (and might I add as bat shit crazy) as their so-called pro-black male counterparts with their fake pro-blackness, respectability politics, internalized misogynoir, racial and sexual double standards and hypocrisy.

For example, Serena Williams’ engagement to the founder or co-founder of Reddit is getting backlash from not only the hotep men, but also their hotep handmaidens. These same mammies would be up under a post about a black man getting engaged to a non-black woman talking about “Congratulations” and “Love is Love” and blah blah blah, yet will be right along with the hotep men calling Serena a “bedwench” a traitor, a golddigger and other obscenities so they can get a pat on the head or a sccoby snack. I mean why the fuck do they care?!?! To them Serena is “ugly” and “look too masculine.” ***eye roll*** Oh and might I add ALL those lap dog mammies defending snow whites right to culture appropriate braids here (and let’s talk about that silly black woman that defended that Lance Gross holiday couples photo). You all have seen this hypocrisy before and this hypocrisy is why I’m no longer label myself as problack or a race woman. 

Starting in 2017,  I will NO LONGER be defending ALL black women. Unfortunately, I (we) just can’t defend all black women. I can’t defend black women who deny and dismiss the multiple oppressions black women and girls face daily. I can’t defend black women who defend their own oppression. I can’t defend black women who defend their oppressors over their oppressed sistas. I can’t defend black women who seek validation seeking to be one with their oppressors.  I can’t defend black women who throw other black women and girls under the bus for a seat at the table of oppression with their oppressors.

I will ONLY stand with black women who understand what type of madness we are up against and do their part individually to end it, black women who are the most marginalized, and little black girls and babies. Everybody else IS none of my concern.

I don’t accept one-sided loyalty in the name of patriarchy, male privilege for black men and I damn sure won’t accept it to hold together some faux “sisterhood” for black women.

The Struggle Is Intersectional

Fighting Misogynoir

“Even after everything,”

Request from @dreamingintheclouds34 and anons: “Can you please do a part two to “I Know You Don’t Love Me, But Please”?” “part 2 to “i know you don’t love me”, where he comes back bc he made a big mistake, but you moved on and he gets sad bc your happier with the new guy than you ever were with sam” “Part two of “I know you don’t love me, but please,” where she gets in a bad car accident and he visits her You can choose the ending” “Can you please do a pt 2 of "I know you don’t love me, but please” thanks!!” “I love the imagine I know you don’t love me but please it’s so tragically beautiful you should continue it”

Part 1

Sammy’s POV

“Yo Sam, lemme ask you something.” Nate says, walking into the living room with some mail and a sandwich. “Yeah, what’s up?” “How long has it been since you’ve talken to Y/N?” All the boys looked up at me, waiting for my response because no one’s heard that name for a long time. “Y/N?” I said out loud. “Yeah, how often does she come across your mind and you think about her that you contact her?” “Uhm, I don’t know.” I started thinking to myself, last time I talked to her? Last month.. “Last time I talked to her, probably 4 years ago.” I started thinking to myself again, last time I thought about her… Yesterday.. “Don’t think of her very often though…” I lied again. “Really? No contact at all?” I just shook my head no, playing it off. “You miss her?” I just shrugged my shoulders, “Haven’t really thought about it.” I said out loud. All the time, I thought to myself. “Well, she might be missing you.” He raises his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” I questioned. He threw an envelope at me as I caught it. My heart started racing as I saw her hang writing. I read the front of it, “Samuel Wilkinson.” Written in big letters. “Y/F/N Y/L/N.” On the top left corner. I stared at the letter, scared of what it might contain in it. “You gonna open it?” Hayes asks from across the room. “I-I don’t know. What could she possible say? I’m the one that broke up with her and cheated on her….”

“You think she’s finally forgiven you or something? That she’s ready to be friends again? Friends with you and us?” Swazz says. “What?” I look up at him. “Sam, because of what you did, we sacrificed a friendship. We weren’t going to choose sides. We wanted to still be friends with her. But she made us choose your side by cutting us off too..” J informs me. “We know you didn’t mean it to cause our friendship with her but it did.” He shrugged. “But if anywhere in that letter says she wants to be friends with you or us again. You let us know. Because we will be out that door to wherever she is.” J points to the front door. “Yeah, yeah. I’m going to go to the backyard and read this.” I waved the letter in the air, before getting up and heading outside. 

I sat down at one of the chairs in the basketball court and hesitated to open the letter. “It’s an actual letter.” I said to myself, observing the size of the envelope different than what I usually receive. She usually sends me a card that says thank you for paying my tuition again, here’s some gift cards. Stuff like that. But I don’t keep in full contact with her just for her sake. I would love to talk to her every day or every week at least. But I’m the one that hurt her. I’m the one that let her down. I’m the one that made her suffer. I took in a breath, opening the letter, and pulling out the piece of paper. I opened it, to find her handwriting all over this paper, 

Dear Sam, 

Yes this is one of those thank you letters for paying my tuition again. I can not thank you enough for sending me money, and paying for my school. Guess what? I graduate on the 10th from the nursing program! I only get a few amount of tickets. And I know this is out of the blue but would you like to come? I know it’s been 4 years since we’ve actually talked but you, of all people, deserve to see me get that diploma, for paying for my education and all. It’s fine if you don’t, thought it would be a good gesture. 

I also wanted to talk to you about something else. This house, my dream house, the house you bought me, it’s beautiful. It’s home. But it doesn’t feel right living in here. It never did and I’m sorry for accepting it in the first place. This should be where you live. Where you call home. Not me. I live with so much guilt that the first house you paid for isn’t the house you’re living in. And that you pay for my tuition on top of that. It’s not fair to you. 

I was selfish 4 years ago because I was heart broken. I was selfish because I was alone. I was selfish because I felt like you owed me. But you didn’t. And i’m sorry it took me 4 years to realize that. And I promise I’ll pay you back every single penny you ever spent on me this past 4 years. 

That being said, I want you to take the house. It doesn’t belong to me. You should live in it. Create a family in it. Create memories in there. Let it become your home. I know, 4 years, where am I going to go? Don’t worry about that. You shouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. I grew up. I’m my own person now. It’s time to start living on my own, with my own money, using my own money. I know what you’re thinking, But I WANT you to keep the house. It’s YOUR house. Yeah well, now I want it to be yours. I sold all the furniture you have given me, and bought new ones for your. All decorations that fit you. 

Please take the house, I won’t take no for an answer. I am already moved out into my own apartment. I know, how do you move from a house to an apartment. I’ll let you know how that goes. Thank you again for providing for me these past 4 years without keeping in contact with each other at all. I owe you my life. And I will pay you back, all the money. I promise. But you deserve your shot at happiness now at this house. Key is kept in the plant on the right of the patio. Hope to see you at my graduation. 

Love always,

Y/N. 

I put the letter down, looking at my phone, the 9th. Her graduation is tomorrow. Is she already moved out? I sat there, thinking to myself. I quickly got up, ran inside, grabbed my keys and headed for the door. “WHAT DID THE LETTER SAY? SAM?” I heard someone yell after me, but I just ignored at got in my car, and left. I drove to the house. The house I was supposed to live in with Y/N. The house where we were supposed to start a family together. The house that just became hers instead of ours. The house that I would sit in front of once in a while a long time ago, watching her from a distance to make sure she was doing fine in the new house. I parked my car, and walked up the porch, grabbing the key from the plant and unlocking the door with ease. I slowly open the door and walk inside, closing the door behind me. “Welcome home!” A banner hangs from one of the walls. I walk deeper inside the house, finding my favorite kind of couch sitting there, a recliner, a big TV on the wall, bean bags, a nice coffee table, nice posters, “She really did this for me.” I smiled to myself. “Sam.” I saw a letter on the fridge door. I untaped it, opening it and reading it. 

“Welcome home honey! Hope you enjoy the things that I bought for you. Hope to see you at my graduation too. Neighbors are nice. They both have kids ages 1-14. Try not to be loud and disturbing and use illegal drugs around them, alright? Set a good example for them. They look up to people like you. Garbage day is Thursdays at 10am! Street cleaning on this side of the house is Tuesdays and across the street is Thursdays. Try not to get a ticket! And last but not least, make sure have fun in your own home. Make unforgettable memories. Love always, Y/N.” 

I put the letter down, took a glance at the house again and walked right out, locking it behind me. I went back to my apartment and went straight into my room, confused. 


The next morning, I got up, got dressed and headed to Y/N’s graduation ceremony. I sat at the top of the bleachers, falling asleep during the ceremony. But once they started calling names, I woke right up. Unknown names, one after the other. Till I saw Y/N’s beautiful face standing on the stairs of the stage. “Y/F/N Y/L/N.” They pronounced her name, as she walked across the stage, I yelled so loud for her. She turned to see who was yelling, but I doubt she saw who because of the sun. But her smile was so bright, I knew she was truly happy at this moment. After the ceremony, I looked all around till I found her. After 10 minutes of looking, I found her taking pictures with some friends. I stood to the side, waiting till she was done. After she said bye to her friends, she turned to her left, and saw me standing there. Her straight face turned to a big smile, as she ran into my arms, hugging me, and giggling. I lifted her up in my arms, hugging her tight, as I didn’t want to let her go. 

“You came!” She said as I put her down. “Of course! M’lady.” I handed her a bouquet of roses, her favorite. “Aw, my favorite!” She smiled, smelling them. “Thank you so much for coming. It means a lot. And to be honest, there were only 2 people I wanted to see me receive that diploma.” She admits to me. “Me and your mom?” I guessed. “You and…. Him…” Her voice softens, smiling an even brighter smile as she was looking right over my shoulder. My heart drops, knowing a boyfriend is about to be behind me. I turn around and see her picking up a little boy into her arms. I stood there, watching her give little kisses on her cheek as she took a picture with him. 

She walks up to me, “Sam, I want you to meet Jonah, my son. Jonah, this is one of mommy’s friends, Sammy.” She introduced us. Son???? I thought to myself. “Son???” I said out loud. “Yeah… my son.” She tries to play it off like I knew all along and that it was normal. “Jonah, tell Sammy how old you are.” “CHUUU!!” As he throws up the deuces sign at me. “Two.” She says. “I was, uh, in a relationship a while back, and I got pregnant with Jonah. When I told the father I was keeping him, he left. Haven’t seen him since.” She shrugs, a little sad but trying to keep her face happy. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked her. “Because Sam, you paid for way more than you should’ve in your life. I didn’t need you to pay for Jonah too. He’s not your responsibility. He’s mine.” “But I should’ve helped you pay for Jonah’s finances.” “Why? Because you want to? Or because if I told you, you would’ve felt even more guilty?” I started shuffling a little, knowing I only paid for all her things is because of guilt. “I’m sorry. Yes, tuition and the house was guilt money, and I know money doesn’t fix everything but I made promises. And I wasn’t going to break those.” She sighs, 

“There was one more promise you told me before.” She says, and I scrunch my eyebrows at her, not knowing what she was talking about. “You promised you’d never stop loving me.” She said, looking at the ground. My heart flutters when she mentions that. “Are you still keeping that promise, or are you breaking one promise?” She looks up at me with these sweet, puppy dog eyes. “Even after everything, I will always love you.” I say to her. She softly smiles, then looks at Jonah. “I’ve waited 4 years to here you say those words to me. That’s all I needed. Even after everything, I still love you too.” She says softly, then kisses Jonah’s cheek. “Thanks for coming again, Sam.” She wipes a tear from her cheek. “We should get going.” “Wait,” I tried to stop her from leaving, “I have a graduation present for you.” I put my hand in my pocket. “You don’t,” “But I wanted to.” I stuck out my hand from the pocket, and opened it, 

“A key to your house?” “No. A key to yours.” “Sam,” “I got that house for you. And I want you to keep it. Not out of guilt, but out of love. I love you. You loved it there. And i’m sure Jonah loved it there too. So why leave?” I tried convincing her to stay in the house. “I love you Y/N, and I would do anything,” She just keeps shaking her head, “Have a good life in your new home, with Stass.” She says, turning around, walking away. My heart felt like it was stabbed as I forgot I was still in a relationship with Stass. For a moment, I forgot about her. For a moment, I was willing to drop everything to be with Y/N again and become Jonah’s step dad. For a moment, I was willing to give up everything. 

i feel like my mage trevelyan would ideally ride up to the grand cathedral in val royeaux looking as stately and majestic as possible and just be like, “hello, hello. yes, i am the herald of andraste. i bear important tidings from the maker’s bride: turns out she was a mage, and she’s kinda pissed at u. yes indeed, she told me so. i am her prophet and u fucked up. haha. suck it” and then ride back off into the sunset throwing up deuces

IM5 Preference : Broken Relationship - Song Based

Cole - What If by Jason Derulo

Don’t know what tomorrow brings,

But I’m still hoping,

That you are the one for me.

I smiled brightly, as Cole went on about how the boys teased him about forgetting the dance. “They said I was daydreaming about you.” Cole added. A smile crept on my face as I continued to eat dinner. “Were you?” I questioned. “Maybe,” He mumbled shyly.

I giggled slightly, “Focus on work, not me.” Cole just smiled. “But you’re my world,” He smirked. I shook my head, smiling. We ate comfortably, but Cole’s smile slowly turned into a frown.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” I asked curiously. “Nothing, I was just thinking.” He responded, but I could tell it was a lie. “About?” You nudged him in the shoulder. “Just that, we only have two choices.” He said blandly.

“What are you talking about?” You smiled, he was acting very serious. “With us. We’re either going to get married or breakup.” He stated. My smile fell. “That’s true.” I answered hesitantly. 

The rest of dinner was silent. I didn’t know what to say, and I could tell neither did he. I made my way to bed, getting under the covers, pondering what Cole had said.

“Would you want too?” Cole asked from the hall. “Want to what?” I muttered. “Get married.” Cole said bluntly, as if it were nothing. “Marriage is a big deal Cole.” I replied. “Not really, it’s just a piece of paper.” He shrugged.I was shocked. Cole was usually a hopeless romantic,but now he was being inconsiderate.

“A piece of paper that vows you together with someone for life? A piece of paper that tells the world that you’ve met the person that you want to live with until the day you die. A piece of paper that promises the two to care for each other, love each other, protect each other, no matter what argument, what circumstance, what problem comes in their way. Cole it is not just a piece of paper.” You argued.

His face turned pale white. “I never thought of it that way.” He hung his head down. ‘Do you want to get married, Cole?“ I asked, anticipating his answer. "I don’t know.” He paused. My eyes looked down at the floor, holding back tears. “But, I do know who I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He added, climbing into the bed next to me.

“We only have two choices,” I whispered, laying my head against his chest. “I know we’ll make the right one.” Cole responds, kissing me softly on the forehead, drifting off to sleep.

Dana - Deuces by Chris Brown ft Tyga

I know you mad but so what,

I wish you best of luck.

Now I’m gonna throw them deuces up.

“I can’t believe you.” I screamed, pushing Dana away from me. “I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything.” Dana argued, but I didn’t believe. For the past couple months, our relationship had been breaking, and their was no fixing it.

Fame had gone to Dana’s head, and he had turned into some cocky monster I didn’t even recognize. He was always hungover, and if he wasn’t, he was about to be.

“You kissed her, and they have it on video! You were shoving your tongue down her throat, and it didn’t mean anything?” I was holding in sobs. He didn’t reply, scoffing as he rolled his eyes.

“I’m not dealing with this anymore.” I pushed him aside, sprinting into your bedroom, packing your suitcase. “What do you think you’re doing now?” Dana growled, standing in the doorway. “Leaving.” I mumbled, quickly grabbing everything of mine.“You threaten that every week, you’re not going anywhere.” He chuckled to himself.

“No Dana, I’m leaving for real this time. You just don’t understand. I cant sit here, defending you, saying your some wonderful person, when your not! Your a monster, and I’m not letting you leech of me anymore. I need to leave before you hurt me more, or worse yourself.” I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

Silence. I continued throwing things violently into my bag. “Please, please don’t leave.” He begged softly.“I-I can’t function without you.” He whimpered, choking up as if he were to cry.

“You never needed me, Dana. You used me.” I replied coldly, placing your final clothes in my bag. He grabbed my arm roughly, “I always have. I just always knew I was going to lose you, but now. I can’t lose you now.” Fear was in eyes, he was scared.

“Dana, let me go.” I ordered, trying not to look at him. “Please, I’ll change. I’ll do anything.” He begged, down on his knees. I pulled my arm away quickly, zipping up my bag, and rushing to the door.

“What about the ring?” He asked as I placed my hand on the doorknob. I looked down at the engagement ring on my finger. “Please, don’t go.” He whispered one last time. I slowly pulled it of my finger, placing it down on the  table next to me. 

“Goodbye, Dana.” You said firmly, closing the door behind as one last tear fell.

Will - She Looks So Perfect - 5SOS

If I showed up with a plane ticket,

And a shiny diamond ring with your name on it

Would you wanna run away too?

Will and I were cuddled up on the couch, watching his favorite cartoon, Spongebob. I wasn’t very into it, but Will seemed to be enjoying it. “Spongebob can travel anywhere in the world, and always be happy. Isn’t that amazing?” Will asked. I just nodded, smiling at his interest.

“He had such an optimistic look on the world, it’s as if nothing can hurt him.” Will added. “Will, I think you’re taking this a bit too far.” I joked. “It’s true though.” He grunted. I could tell he was being serious.

“I wish life were like that. If you showed people your positivity, you could conquer anything,” He acknowledged. I sat up, looking down at him. “Will, is something wrong?” I asked, concerned.

“Why does he hate me?” He asked. “Will, what are you talking about?” I asked, completely confused now. “Your dad, he hates me. With a passion.” Will grumbled. I looked down with a sigh.

“He’s just protective.” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “He thinks I’m unreliable. That the music business is terrible. He even told me that you deserved better than me.” Will added, looking hurt. 

“Will, I don’t want better than you. There is no better than you.” I explained, trying to calm him down. I could see a mixture of anger and sadness in his eyes. “No matter what I do, I’ll never be good enough, for you, for him, for anybody." 

"Will, that’s a lie. Do you know why I love you? Because you’re you. You never let anything get you down, because of your optimism.” I smiled, hugging him tightly.

“All I want to do is travel the world and make you happy. I would fly you anywhere you wanted to, just to see you smile.” Will added, making my cheeks blush.

“Why don’t you then?” I asked. He smiled brightly, “Wouldn’t your parents wonder where you’ve gone?” He asked. "As long as I’m with you, I don’t care.“ I smiled, kissing his lips softly as we both fell back onto the couch.

David - She Ain’t You by Chris Brown

I think I better let her go

Can’t leave you alone,

Every day that I’m with her, all I want is you

I walked into the restaurant, looking around for David. "Over here!” I heard his voice yell, standing up from his booth, waving his arms in the air. “Hey,” I smiled, heading toward him. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” He smiled, pulling me into a hug.

The hug was long, longer than it should have been, but I didn’t mind. I missed the smell of his cologne, and the touch of his skin. “It has,” I smiled, pulling away and sitting down. “How have you been?’ He asked. 

"I’ve been alright, I finally got settled down in a small apartment near here. I got a new job too. How about you?” He smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve been okay. The bands going strong, we’re going on tour again.” He mentioned. I wanted to roll my eyes, but just nodded.

David and I were complicated. We never officially dated, we just had flings., but they were prolonged flings. It was more romantic than friends with benefits, but less complicated than an actual exclusive relationship. Although we cared deeply about each other, our long distance relationship ruined everything. Mistrust, lies, secrets, everything. We just decided to go our separate ways.

“Sounds fun.” I smiled falsely, trying to be happy for him. “So, hows Becca?” I asked shyly. Becca was his girlfriend, and he wasn’t very shy about her. Every magazine had at least one picture of the two, but he never looked happy. 

“She’s fine. She’s really happy.” He nodded, not making eye contact with me. “David, why did you call me here?” I asked forcefully. He stayed quiet, staring at his menu. “ I think I’ll have steak.” He mumbled to himself. “David, answer me.” I ordered, but once again, he ignored me completely. “David, just tell me why.” I begged, but he wouldn’t even look at me.

Frustrated, I grabbed my bag, and stood up to leave. “Wait,” he shouted, grabbing my wrist tightly, pulling me back to him. “I just wanted, no needed, to talk to you.” He replied, motioning for me to sit back down.

“Becca, she’s a great girl,” He started, I scoffed to myself, but continued to listen. “But she’s not you.” He stared at me deeply. “David, I can’t. We can’t.” I sighed, looking away from him.

“I’m not asking for you to walk with me down the aisle, but I just needed for you to know. Becca, she just want’s fame. She and I will never have anything like we did. I know, we both wanted our space, but I had to tell you that, I love you, and I am still in love with you.” He blurted out. I choked, as if there was a rock in my throat.

“I need time.” I breathed out. He looked up at me for a while, but just nodded. “I should be going, I have work tomorrow.” I lied, needing an excuse to leave. “I’ll see you soon then?” David asked.

“Hopefully.” I smiled softly, he let out a little smirk but quickly composed himself. “And David, I missed you too.” I added, quickly turning on my heel, leaving David to sit alone in his own shock.

Gabe - Shot For Me by Drake

The way you walk, thats me.

The way you talk, thats me.

The way you got your hair up did you forget that’s me?

“It’s been a while.” Gabe mumbled, sitting down at the bar next to me. I didn’t even want to answer him, all it brought up was bad memories.

Gabe and I, we were inseparable at first. I gave him 3 good years of my life, but after a while, we turned into trouble. He stayed out late, not coming home until the next morning. I always accused him of cheating, even when I had no evidence. We argued 24/7, and he scared me. He turned into a different person when he was angry.

After a while, we just broke it off. We moved away from each other, starting over. We lost contact with each other, but never completely. I still his number on my phone, I still had pictures of him on there, I just couldn’t bring myself to delete them.

“It has.” I stuttered, my eyes burning from holding back tears. “I see your with someone.” He noted. I looked over at my current boyfriend, Jack. He was on the other side of the bar, some woman draped around his shoulder, but I really didn’t care. I never really cared what he did.

“Yeah, he’s nice.” I shrugged. I didn’t want to lie to Gabe, but I didn’t want to tell the truth either. Ever since we split, everything had been hard for me. I was dating a complete asshole, I started drinking heavily, and I was just lonely all the time.

When I was bored, I would think about how Gabe and I would run around the house, calling each other Catwoman and Batwoman. Sometimes, it would bring tears to my eyes, the memories.

“I see you still like that drink.” He added, pointing to my drink. “Oh yeah, you always had good taste.” I complimented. He was always showing me different things, and I always fell in love wit them. “I guess it just stuck.”

He nodded. “I miss you.” He sighed. A part of me just wanted to hug him, screaming I miss you too, but I couldn’t do it. I just stayed silent, stirring my drink. I could feel him just waiting, but gave up, storming off. “I miss you too.” I whispered to myself, a tear falling down my cheek and into my drink.

~

I got lazy on Will’s dont judge me.

I really like these, I’m probably going to do more of them. Kay byeee!

Requests are available here !

Selfies

If you were one of the unlucky people who I text on a regular basis, you’d know that I love sending selfies. The only problem is that my capacity to take pictures of myself is severely limited by my sickly chicken-wing arms. Since I can’t lift my phone off of my lap, every selfie I send is from the lap perspective. This view doesn’t highlight my best features: glimmering eyes as deep as the deepest seas, thick mischievous eyebrows like a tangled forbidden forest, and a warrior’s forehead with a subtle bravery that guards a whispered secret in the dark.

There’s another problem, too. Sending pics from a lap-up view gives the recipient the perfect vantage point of the inside of my nose, a scene that has often been described as “like looking at the underside of a mushroom.”

I have a lot of nose hair.

Everyone knows the only way to get a girl to like you is to possess a seductive and startling selfie game. If I’m going to survive in this new environment, I must invent a wheelchair modification that will allow me to photograph myself from any angle of my liking: dirty bathroom mirror shots, above-the-head-looking-down shots, shots where I throw up the deuces and pout my lips even though I’m not upset. It would even allow my friends to jump in the picture with me (a vital aspect of sending selfies is to always let the girl know when you are in the company of other people, even if you’re just sitting inside not having any fun).

If I can accomplish building such a device–a task that sounds easier than it actually is, given my inability to use my arms–there will be no stopping me where sending selfies are concerned.

Sunday Morning Musings - How to Stan in Fandoms

It’s that time again folks. I’m sitting here on my first cup of java of the day, slightly hung-over from entertaining a couple of my favorite Olicity fans here in the Atlanta area. No really, these chicks arrived at 7 PM and didn’t leave until 3:30 AM. They could have possibly stayed longer, but during the course of our conversation, I managed to consume an entire bottle of white wine. Don’t judge me folks. LOL. Yeah…

Anyway, I realized that it was one of many lengthy conversations I’d had with different groups of Olicity fans this week. Each of these conversations with these phenomenal women are such key components in sustaining any fandom. We’re all so different, yet so similar – we each offer a different take that is sorely needed to foster an environment of healthy dialogue. We share personal stories about our lives and loved ones while offering insight on Arrow and Oliver and Felicity that we may not have considered previously. And that’s when it struck me – this is what fandom is all about. No amount of metas or agendas can ever replace that one on one human experience that fandom has the ability to inspire.

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do you ever see someone you don’t know like at the store or walking to class in your favorite band shirt and you just…like…*pounds chest twice with fist before throwing up deuces* yes