we meet once a month

Two Beers and the Truth

An extremely late birthday fic for @wrathofthestag, who shares my hopes for Coach and Bitty. Here’s a little fic about how I hope the summer goes for the Bittle Clan…

         Bitty knew that coming out to coach would end one of three ways.

         The first scenario was the one that had kept him silent since middle school when he realized that it didn’t matter how many girls stole kisses from him, he just wasn’t interested. He could see Coach’s face turning to stone, the way it did when the Dawgs lost a game in overtime, and hear his father’s steely voice proclaiming I have no son. Some nights he would still wake up shaking when he thought about that scenario, if he was lucky, Jack would be there to gather him up and mutter soothing bits of nonsense into his hair as he trembled.

         The second scenario was more likely, but still not something Bitty was looking forward to. Coach would press his lips together until they disappeared behind his mustache, then nod with a resigned air. If he was lucky, Bitty would get an awkward slap on the back and Coach would mutter something Suzanne told him Oprah said to say. It would be disappointment, but acceptance. Some days Bitty wondered if that wouldn’t be worse than outright anger.

         The third scenario Bitty blamed on Chowder, who seemed to think everyone in the world would be thrilled with a gay son. In this dream setup, Coach cried, opening his arms to his son and assuring Bitty that he could never be prouder of a child. They would cry together, then, hugged up on the porch swing, talking about life and maybe boys.

         Bitty bit his lip, wondering which scenario he would be living through. He rolled his shoulder, preparing for a disappointed pat. He glanced at his mother in the kitchen.

         With a sigh, Suzanne moved to the refrigerator, picking out two beers and holding them out to Bitty. She kissed his forehead. “Go on, I’ll be doing dishes if you need me.”

         Bitty nodded and looked toward the porch again.

         “I can do this,” he muttered. “For me. For Jack.”

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Meet Cute (Leslie/Reader)

Summary: Nobody really meets people in crowded coffee shops, right? And they certainly don’t meet their favorite artists. And they definitely don’t get a date out of the whole deal. Except, sometimes, they do.

Note: My first Leslie fic! This fills a request for a fan of Leslie’s meeting him and him being sweet about it, and #48 from the prompt list:  “I can’t believe I just asked them out!” “And I can’t believe they said yes.” 

Rating: G. Pure fluff.

Word Count: 1485

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Hello everyone! 

I am launching a (very relaxed) book club. We will begin reading September 1st, if you’re interested in joining please click the link below: 

https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/237475-lit-happens

or follow https://www.instagram.com/lithappens/ for updates! 

I’m starting this just as a way to motivate some of my friends to read by a) choosing a book for them and b) pressuring them to finish with a deadline. We (IRL friends) will be meeting once a month, but I thought it could be fun for everyone to participate because sometimes you need a little incentive to pick up that book! There will also be a forum area for discussion though I’m not quite sure how often it’ll be used. 

The first novel will be formally announced soon :) this will also be the only post regarding this on Trifling Thingz since Lit Happens is a separate entity. 

Originally posted by bookmania

(actual gif of me promoting reading w/ my grumpy friends) 

life goals: i’m a writer, living in paris; he’s a poet, living in berlin; we exchange heartbreaking letters about our inedaquate lives; we meet once every few months in vienna; he brings me his poems; i bring him old, rare editions of his favourite books; we’re doomed and in love.

"Fan club"
  • Lysander: I have not seen Nina in a while. Do you know something about her?
  • Candy: We meet once a month.
  • Lysander: Really? For what?
  • Candy: ... 'Lysander's fan club' meeting.
  • Lysander: ... Two questions: Do such a thing really exist? And, what do you two do there?
  • Candy: Well, most of time we talk about how wonderful you are and listen some records of you singing.
  • Lysander: I'm a little flattered and very scared. Please, stop it.
  • Candy: Okay...
  • * Next month *
  • Nina: Let's start another 'Lysander's fan club meeting'. What will be the topic this time?
  • Candy: Let's talk about how Lysander be cute when he is a little flattered and very scared.
Something’s Gotta give. ( Taehyung / OC) Chapter One

Eight years.

At first thought , it seemed like a long time.  Technically it isn’t. People celebrate 25 years and 50 years of being together and eight years is pretty meager by comparison. Love is timeless, after all? 

 And honestly , some days, i look at Taehyung and it feels like just yesterday, we were standing in the rain and taking our vows.  I’d met him for the first time, at a dinner hosted by a mutual friend, the popular idol with the too wide smile and the beautiful face. We had sneaked out to pet the hostess’ dog, in one of the secluded rooms and I’d realized how incredibly down to earth and sweet this man was. 

He’d been the same age as me but so innocent and happy and so kind. So beautiful. So beautiful that whenever we walked together in public, people would stop short and stare. His beauty was just so arresting, so dazzling and I didn’t even mind the looks that came my way… the looks that said, “ How did someone like her land someone like  him?” 

i loved him and he loved me and that’s more than what a lot of people get in their life, so i was grateful . 

But still , Eight years meant a lot of things. A lot of changes and arguments and broken promises and forgotten dates. apologies not made right, forgiveness not given . Words spat out in a moment of anger, only to be regretted for months. Hurting, being hurt. 

Realizing that it’s not always easy to like someone always, just because you’re in love with them. Realizing that sex isn’t enjoyable when you have to shut your eyes because you’re still mad about the fight you had last week. Realizing that re-heating dinner after waiting for your husband for three hours makes you feel like you failed at life. 

Taehyung and I have been married for eight years. 

I gently lifted the small framed photograph off his desk, wiping down on the glass surface with the small cleaning rag, spraying some cleaner and then rubbing it again till the suface sparkled. The light from the window bounced off the reflective glass, tossing patterns on the wall and it was bright. But not as bright as our smiles in the photo. We were both young, then : Twenty one.  

Young and in love and so confident in our own immortality.

  Let’s get married. Have babies. Buy that pretty house with the white picket fence and three dogs and two cats and let’s just make everyone else jealous … Make them years for a love like ours. So much love I have for you , baby girl. i love you so much.  

It didn’t really work out that way. You see, sometimes love is enough. Sometimes it isn’t. 

And a marriage does not contain love. A marriage only contains what you put into it. If you don’t put love in marriage , and then try to draw love from it, it’s like drawing water from a dried up well. Just because you’re parched, desperate for a sip, doesn’t mean water is going to miraculously materialize. 

the same with love, really. 

But still, 

Eight years. 

The next photograph is from our rehearsal dinner, with the rest of his band. There’s Jung Kookie, bunny smile bright as he threads silly string through my hair, there’s Seokjin tugging on Taehyung’s arm and nuzzling his neck , There’s Jimin , arms around his fiancee , Yoojung but smiling fondly at his best buddy. There’s Namjoon bright, happy and so proud of Taehyung. There’s Hoseok, on his knees on the floor, carrying a grinning Taehyung who’s happily astride on his shoulders. 

And There’s Taehyung, happy. Smiling. His fingers linked with mine, his smile wide and boxy and uncaring. And There’s me, not gorgeous by their standards but pretty : bright pink skirt and ruffled white blouse, hair dyed a ridiculous burgundy . I looked happy. It was jarring, seeing the warmth in my smile. I hadn’t seen that face in a long time and in her place was a woman with grey tinged eye bags and lank hair. 

And the woman in the mirror had long turned into a stranger. A frowning, confused, lost stranger who didn’t know what was wrong with her marriage or how to fix it. A woman who went through the day in a trance, busy without getting anything done and in love with a phantom. 

i don’t know exactly when it started : this downward spiral. A year ago, he got a movie with Lalisa Manoban and began to work over time. 

Taehyung didn’t come home on most nights and even when he did, it was to awkward silences and cold food. We didn’t talk much, him perpetually tired from working and me perpetually worried about how tired he was. Any time i voiced my concern , he chewed me out .

 Someone has to pay the bills!

this is what i do, Raemi !!

You knew about my schedules when you married me!! 

i can’t drop years of hardwork, just because you’re feeling lonely, Raemi. why don’t you get a job? Why don’t you keep yourself busy. You can’t expect me to give you all the comfort you need!!

 “You should talk to him” Yoojung had said, when one day, I’d felt incredibly saturated with insecurities and fears and then the damning words had just spilled out of me like dirty water from an overflowing sink. 

“Yoojung what if he’s tired of me?” 

And for a brief moment i considered it. 

I had considered, talking to him. Maybe even taking a break.  Moving to my parent’s house, maybe. but i couldn’t. what if something awful happened. What if , me leaving , just convinced Taehyung that he could live without me? What if he realized that he didn’t need me after all? 

So I stayed. Even though we weren’t us, even though my husband was taking all the love from our marrage and putting nothing back in for me to receive, i stayed. 

One day, he asked me to dress for a dinner date. With friends, he said. But just as I got ready , just as we were about to leave, he stared at me, his face oddly calculatiove as he took in my dress and my hair and just me. 

“Maybe , we should hire a few maids.” He said softly. 

I had been so startled. 

“What, why?”

“The house looks like a trash can. What do you do here all day, anyway?”

I had been stunned speechless. He had never talked to me that way. Had never talked to anyone that way. Taehyung had a name for being kind and considerate. He stood there, staring at me, not a hint of playfulness or kindness or even affection on his face.

I couldn’t stop the tears that spilled over and I had turned on my heel and walked back into my work room and slammed the door shut. He didn’t even bother checking up on me, instead leaving for the dinner by himself. 

That night, for the first time in a long time, I slept in the guest bedroom. Turns out i didn’t even have to. He never came home. 

And then the rumors began. 

 Star Actor Kim Taehyung affair with Lalisa Manoban?Visual couple dazzle on the ramp but is there something going on behind the scenes and under the sheets?

 Tabloids. Sleazy words and sickening rumors. Because that’s what they were : rumors. Taehyung would never cheat on me. Lalisa may have perfect features, a lithe , lissom body and those slanted , gorgeous eyes but i had his name and that ought to mean something, right? 

i placed the photograph back and sighed. 

Past the framed photograph, there were things that i don’t usually touch. The huge file with all his movie scripts. it’s thick and big and it just served as yet another reminder that to Taehyung, his work would always come first. The past few years, he has been successful, not just in Korea but overseas as well. I was proud of him. Of course i was. Who wouldn’t be? He was handsome, successful and talented and respected : Koreas’s Treasure. 

His friends were all successful too, most of them married ( except for Yoongi and jung Kook ) They still have comebacks . They still do music. But they have their own families too. Once a month we  meet up at one of our houses for a day of bonding.  The kids would run around and play ( they all had kids. Except for me and Taehyung. A familiar pang. A pain that refused to be dulled by time. He loved kids. We both did. We had wanted them so badly but eight years is a long time , when you’re trying to have a kid and failing. Sometime after the sixth year, we had given up. ) and we would all talk about the old times, the new times. 

The future.

 It was odd, but Taehyung had long since  stopped talking about  us  as in me and him, when we were with our friends. 

it was always “ I’m going to take a script with…” or “ I’m going to Jeju Do to film” 

Like I was no longer a contributing factor in his future , short term or long term.  

I made to go back to our bedroom but suddenly the room looked too huge and empty and the bed looked massive. Too much for just me. Swallowing the dread that rose up inside me , I shut the door and crept back to the  living space, past the small hallway and onto the room that I used to paint and write. I grabbed the fluffy white throw before  curling on the carpet at the foot of the easel.. i was feeling a bit peaky the past few days. A steady sort of exhaustion that was creeping up on me .

the kind of bone weary tiredness that comes from everyday monotony. 

The phone rang and i jumped a bit. 

“Hello?”

“Raemi?” His voice had always been  unique. Deep and slightly rough. Completely at odds with his face. Familiar as as my deepest secrets. 

“Are you back? When are you coming home?” I asked softly. 

Silence. 

“There are a few scenes i wanted to discuss with the Director. He’s invited me to his place tonight.” Taehyung sounded genuinely apologetic. 

What a fantastic actor he was.So much improv, no need for a script. 

 “ Okay. Will you come home tomorrow?” 

“I’ll try. Are you okay? Did you get some rest with me gone ? ” And the concern is not an act, i thought vaguely. Taehyung cared , even if he didn’t care enough. 

“Sure … I’m fine. Tae,  take good care of yourself. Come home soon, okay.”

“Okay, Rae.See you soon.”

“I Love you. “ It’s almost a reminder , at this point. To him and to me. Don’t forget i love you. Don’t forget you love me too.  We act like we don’t, but we do. 

A pause. 

“I love you too, baby.”

After eight years, Taehyung lies without missing a beat. 


 Author’s Note : Yup, i don’t know if i should even continue this.. It sounds so bad? Ugh. 

If I Had My Choice: Part 9

Alexander x Female Reader

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Word Count: 7080

Tags: @yehummno @robotic-space @isntthisenoughwhatwouldbeenough @unprofessional-inhumanbeing @sorryimacrapwriter @a-meme-you-cant-sweat-out @justanotherhamiltrash @marquiis-de-la-baguette @akarihamada @voldecrux @whowrotetheother51 @bruuuhhhh-here-i-am

A/N: As promised! (Were you getting nervous I wouldn’t update today? I’ve still got 10 minutes to spare, man.) It took me twice as long as usual to write this. Therefore you are getting a twice as long as usual update. I love this chapter and I really hope you do too. Thank you guys for everything. Enjoy.


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to build a home (6/?)

summary: Lifelong orphan and wanderer Emma Swan moves to Storybrooke, Maine in search for a home. Content with a new job as deputy, she meets Killian Jones, director of an orphanage. It doesn’t take long for sparks to fly, but will Emma finally be able to settle down and find a home here?

word count: ~3900

also found on: ao3, ff.net

catch up here: first chapter, previous chapter


six.

Emma lays in bed on her side, staring at the familiar slip of paper in her hand. She knows the words by heart, each curve and loop. She’s memorized the number too, if she’s honest, but she refuses to add it to her phone or do anything with it. She’s not foolish.

It’s been a few days since their last encounter, and Friday is drawing ever nearer.

She hates it, but she’s been obsessing over the entirety of their encounter. From the way he looked at her, to the words he’d chosen, to the note he’d left on her desk.

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I Miss Her - Allison Argent Imagine

A/N: This is an imagine on how every character feels about Allison’s death, Reader is Allison’s cousin. She’s been in the pack since Allison was still there, Reader was distant to the pack after Allison’s death and they all finally talk about it.This was in my drafts and I haven’t had time to write because of school. I’m still going to upload the “Dive”  Scott Imagine, it’s in the works but I’m not done with it yet.

Warnings: Meantions of Death, Self Harm

Word Count: 1,444

P.S: If you guys ever need to talk about anything, my ask box is always open. Don’t hesitate to ask, I’m here if you want to talk.

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**Reader’s P.O.V**


Ever since Allison’s death, I locked myself in my room, crying non stop. I was angry at her because she had died but she didn’t know that it was going to happen. I miss her a lot…

It’s been a week, my Uncle Chris left to France with Isaac. I couldn’t believe that he didn’t seem sad about his daughters death. He had lost his wife and now his daughter. He was always a serious guy but I guess I expected him to show a little emotion.

He had given me an option, to go with him and Isaac or to stay here in Beacon Hills where bad things happen. I had chosen to stay because I couldn’t imagine starting a new life in a new country. I remember the argument Uncle Chris and I had before he left.

*flashback*

“Y/N you should come with us” he had looked fine like nothing had happened.

“I won’t run away from my problems”

“You’re not going to be running away from your problems”

“I see it as running away from your problems” I said crying “How could you show no emotion? Your daughter just died” I yelled at him.

“Do you think I don’t care about losing Allison?” he asked as his eyes started watering “ I lost my wife, then I lost Allison. The only people I had left. God, I hate myself for not being able to protect her, If only I had gotten there earlier this wouldn’t of happened.” at this point he as already crying. “If you stay everyone will be talking and feeling sorry for you and it’ll make you feel even worse”

“I’m sorry Uncle Chris but I can’t leave, I’m going to face everyone, sure people will talk but I don’t care, I want to stay”

“Y/N please come, It’s not safe for you here”

“I’m not going anywhere” I said walking over to where he was standing and I hugged him. We had stayed like that for a while.

*flashback ends*

I’m sitting on my bed with a razor blade on my right hand, holding it over my left hand. I slowly start to cut my wrist in a horizontal line and put pressure on it. I was crying as I did this, thinking about Allison and how now I felt alone.

I repeated that five more times and dropped the razor on my bed while crying to myself. I hadn’t slept in days because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Allison get stabbed and fall to the ground. I heard my phone buzz a couple of times before I dozed off. I knew it was the pack calling me but I didn’t want to pick it up.


**Scott’s P.O.V**


Stiles, Lydia, Kira and I were at my house. We all tried calling Y/N but she hadn’t picked up any of our calls. We had all started calling and texting her since the beginning of the week. Lydia was currently in the kitchen calling her, Stiles was talking to his dad, and Kira was texting Y/N.

“She won’t pick up her phone” Lydia said walking back to the living room and sitting on the couch.

:“Maybe we should go to her house” Sties suggested

 “Maybe she just wants to be alone” Kira said getting up from the couch

“I’m worried about her” I said 

“I am too, maybe Stiles is right, we should go to her house” Lydia also got up, grabbed her purse and headed out the door towards her car

“Are you guys coming or what” Stiles asked Kira and I

“I have to go home, my dad already texted me telling me he wants me home” Kira said grabbing her stuff.

“I’m coming” I said as we all walked out of the door.

Once we got to Y/N’s house we noticed that the whole house looked dark. There were no curtains opened, no lights were on, it had looked like no one lived in the house anymore.


**Reader’s P.O.V**


I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door. I got up from my bed and remembered what I had done to my wrist. I mentally cursed at myself ad reached for my black cardigan that was on my chair and walked down stairs to get the door. 

As soon as I got to the door, I looked through the peep hole and saw Scott, Lydia and Stiles standing outside.I opened the door and they all started asking questions all at once.

“Y/N, what the hell” Stiles said

“Why didn’t you answer our calls or texts” Scot said walking in and closing the door.

“We’ve been worried about you” Lydia said hugging me 

“Guys, I’m fine” I said lying and remembered that Scott could sense it.

“Y/N how are you really” Scott asked walking towards me “and be honest”

I looked at all of them as they waited for my answer. I started crying.

“Honestly” I began “ I feel angry and sad. There are so many emotions that I’m feeling. Everything had gone to shit, I don’t sleep anymore because every time I close my eyes I see Allison getting stabbed, she didn’t even see it coming”

At this point I was practically sobbing. I felt Lydia’s arm on my back and then she spoke.

“Y/N. I can’t imagine how you feel, she was my best friend, I miss her too, a lot.” She was rubbing my back, I looked at her and she was crying too, so I hugged her “just know that we will all be here for you”

“I blame myself” Stiles said from across the couch

“Stiles it’s not your fault, you were possessed. I know for a fact that Allison doesn’t blame you either” I said getting up walking towards him and giving him a hug. 

“I pictured her in my arms every time I close my eyes, I don’t sleep either” Scott said tearing up

All of us were either crying or starting to cry. It felt good to let out everything, there’s still that dark hole inside me that isn’t going to go away. I had also blamed myself for not being able to do anything to save Allison. I hadn’t noticed that Scott caught scent of something.

“Scott what is it” Lydia asked and I looked up at him

I mentally cursed myself for not cleaning it or washing the razor and throwing it away. I felt my heart beating faster, I didn’t want to tell them but I knew they’d find out somehow.

“I smell blood” 

“It’s me” I said hesitantly 

“What’s wrong” Stiles asked

I just raised the sleeve of my cardigan and showed them my scars, the blood had already smeared. I looked down scared of what they would think of me.

“Oh Y/N” they all hugged me.

“Why did you do this to yourself” Lydia asked me

“I’m not sure, I guess I was just feeling alone and all my feelings were all over the place”

“You could’ve talked to us about it” Scott said

“I know but I just didn’t want to bug you guys”

“Hey you wouldn’t of been bugging us Y/N, you could talk to us about anything, please don’t do that again” Stiles said hugging me again.

“I won’t”

“If any one of us are dealing with stuff like this again we should talk like having pack meetings but like feelings meetings. We should probably get together once a month and talk about how we’ve been feeling” Scott suggested and looked at all of us to see what we thought about his idea.

“I think that’s a great idea” both Lydia and I said

“Yes I’m okay with that” Stiles said nodding his head

“Great! Well I’m starving, do you guys want to go the pizza parlor,or the diner” Scott said getting up causing all of us to laugh a little “What I’m starving and I haven’t eaten anything all day”

“I’m starving too, let me just go change really quickly” I said running up stairs

“Hurry up I’m hungry too” Stiles yelled after me, sounding a bit desperate, that’s how he always gets when he’s hungry.

“I’m coming” I laughed at how he acted when he was hungry.

I made my way down the stairs braiding my hair in a fishtail. “Okay I’m ready, where are we going” 

“Come on Y/N, the guys are waiting in the car” Lydia said laughing and reaching for my arm in the process. 

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Tips for Chaste Dating

1. Talk about chastity!!
This is possibly the most important thing in any relationship; talk about sex and do it as soon as possible. He needs to know that you intend to save yourself for marriage and what that means. I’ve been surprised in my own dating experience; when guys hear “I don’t believe in sex outside of marriage”, they tend to hear “I’ll do everything else, but I want to remain a virgin”. Be specific. If going without sexual activity is a deal breaker, you both need to know asap.
2. It’s okay if he asks why you’re waiting, but if he tries to argue against your reasons, he’s wrong for you.
It honestly does not matter if you are waiting to have sex until the alien overlords return. If you don’t want to have sex, he should respect that. It’s actually an enormous red flag if he argues or tries to propose a compromise. I dated a guy who suggested we meet in the middle and have sex, like, once a month. Don’t go out with a guy like that, girl. You deserve better.
3. Go to church together!
It makes chastity a lot easier when you both are nourishing your souls. And doing so together can be an incredible bonding experience. Make the other person part of your life with God. Pray together, go to church together, hit up bible studies together. Be soul food for your partner.
4. Steer clear of pornography.
Beyond the fact that it’s a little (a lot) disrespectful to be getting off on someone else’s naked body while you’re in a relationship or the other ton of things wrong with porn, it is actually a lot easier to be chaste with your partner if your mind is occupied with pure, wholesome things.
5. You will mess up.
It may be a small mess up and it may be a big mess up. Someone’s hand may go where it doesn’t belong. You may go too far together. But you probably will mess up. Chastity is pretty trial and error in some ways. You may have to regularly reevaluate what’s working for you guys and what’s not. That’s okay. Be open, be understanding, be honest, and don’t place blame.
6. Don’t make it harder on each other.
As I said above, you are probably going to screw up a little. Chastity is active. You have to love your partner enough to make note of the fact that it’s harder for him to think pure thoughts or keep his cool when you wear that one pair of jeans, flirt a certain way, put yourselves in a certain situation, etc. There’s a tendency in this generation to place all the responsibility on the man (i.e., “It doesn’t matter what I wear, his chastity is his responsibility.”) And while chastity is each person’s individual duty, if you find yourself thinking that way, you do not love your boyfriend and you need to break up. If you loved him, you’d not want to make this harder for him. And vice versa.
7. Pray, pray, pray!

anonymous asked:

god! I project so hard on Keith’s parental trauma! I wish I could talk to an adult about it but I don’t feel comfortable talking to adults! Bc of my parental trauma! Fuck!!!! I hate this catch 22 I couldn’t even come out to my therapist that was very obviously supportive till like,,,,the 10th time meeting and we only meet like once every four months bc of my parent! I’m so bad at talking irl I can’t express myself and I love keith anyway,,I’m so sorry I’m 19 I am an adult I should trust them ugh

hey!! no worries, you’re allowed a lack of trust when it comes to things you’ve dealt with so dont beat yourself up. it all comes with time. i love keith, and you so if you ever need to talk about anything i’m here for you. xxx

This is the final Part of my EXCLUSIVE 3-part Interview with Majesty, President of Lowlife Entertainment, with commentary from the CEO of Lowlife himself, Mr. Finesseem


Muse: Welcome, Brandon, Carmen. To the final part of this exclusive 3 part interview. I would like to start off by thanking you for your time Brandon, and thanking you, Carmen, for sitting for these interviews and being so open.
Majesty: Thank you.
FINESSEEM: thank you for having me
Muse: Brandon, as CEO of Lowlife Entertainment, I assume you were privy to the harassment of women in the industry before and after your company members were victims of it. What can you tell me about the history of this dynamic?
FINESSEEM: well there has unfortunately always been a track record of women being disrespected in this industry that has gone on for so long its kind of become a part of the industry sadly
FINESSEEM: When i first exprienced it, it was one of my own models who came to me about it
FINESSEEM: the more shocking part to me was it was kind of lke everyone was like…“its just the industry, relax man”
Muse: Why do you think that harassment and cyberbullying has been so easily overlooked under the guidance of the AEC. { For my readers, the AEC stands for Adult Entertainment Council, a board of CEOs meant to overlook the goings-on in imvu’s porn community. }
FINESSEEM: well its simple precedent …many of the leaders of the AEC feel the same way about the issue…and when you have that many people who feel that way its hard to change that mindset
Muse: Do you think the current AEC as it stands is a failure?
Muse: That question is for both of you ^
Majesty: I think that both Brandon and I are disappointed in the lack of unity that we’ve seen. The intentions behind the formation of the AEC, which existed before I joined the industry, started off good but unfortunately it takes more than good intentions to create positive change.
Muse: Were there ever rules that were set in the current AEC? Rules that were meant to be followed by each company in the industry?
FINESSEEM: not that i can remember …we were to meet once a month to discuss upcoming projects from all companies
FINESSEEM: but those meetings started becoming less frequent and when they did take place it was more of a high schol gossip type feel than a actual meeting
Muse: Can you tell me more about that? 
FINESSEEM: well it became more of a “they said this about me so lets all not work with them” kind of thing
Muse: For the sake of those reading this, please list the names of the companies involved in the AEC as it currently stands.
FINESSEEM: sure
FINESSEEM: Lowlife Entertainment, Imperial Exxxtasy, Diamond Ent, MomoS3cretz Ent, Savage Hustlers Ent, Legendary Productions, Lyons Empire, House of Cards Ent, and McNasti productions
Muse: As someone who was introduced into the industry recently and was promoted fairly quickly, can you tell me what your first impressions of the AEC were, Carmen?

Majesty: Well, initially I was excited to join an industry that was so well established and when Brandon promoted me to company President, i was more than eager to learn more about the entire system of how the industry worked. My first impression of the AEC was that it was supposed to be there to sort of serve as a…guide I guess…to what would be and would not be acceptable in the industry. I also thought it would serve as a jury to determine who the "stars” were and how they would be rewarded.

Muse: Did you ever attend one of the monthly AEC meetings that Brandon referred to earlier?
Majesty: No. My absence in those meetings at first were due to a busy schedule in real life…but after hearing how the meetings were going…and the lack of organization and, quite frankly, the lack of maturity…I decided as President that if certain behaviors continued, Lowlife should rethink our membership in the organization.
Muse: Brandon, were you in agreement with your President on that?
FINESSEEM: Completely…I wanted Lowlife to join the AEC because as a young company I wanted to learn everything they had to offer me…slowly I realized though that wasn’t the case
Muse: You just said something that I was going to bring up later about being a young company who somehow made it into the AEC
Muse: That’s quite the accomplishment.
Muse: How did that come about? There are many young companies who are not in your list.
FINESSEEM: I think it was just me staying true to who I was…when i first started out I met some amazing people like Carmen here who showed me what it meant to be a leader
FINESSEEM: they all pushed and inspired me to do more..be better
FINESSEEM: so i always say I didn’t do anything..WE DID
Muse: When was the last time a member from Lowlife Entertainment made an appearance at an AEC meeting?
FINESSEEM: That would have to be the last meeting back in March I believe
Muse: Do you remember what was discussed?
FINESSEEM: well the biggest topic was what to do about Joseei and his continuous harrassment
Muse : That was a conversation that occurred even before the harassment of Lowlife’s President?
FINESSEEM: oh yes..he has a very long track record of that type of behavior
FINESSEEM: so bad it was actually agreed upon that all companies in the AEC would stop workng with him
FINESSEEM: but as you can see it didn’t happen
Muse: Ok so let’s slow down for a moment because I think my readers deserve to have this made clear…
Muse: A meeting happened in March, two months before Carmen’s harassment began, in which repercussions for Joseei’s actions were discussed.
Muse: Were representatives of Diamond Enterprise present during this conversation? If so, did they have anything to say about the actions of a member of their subsidiary company?
FINESSEEM: yes..one member of diamond was present. Jess the Chairwoman was present and she seemed rather quiet on the issue as I remember
Muse: But she did agree to the policy of blacklisting him?
FINESSEEM: no…you see it was a majority vote to blacklist Joseei..she was on the side who voted to not do it
Muse:  So in the AEC the voting system is a “majority rules” type of deal?
FINESSEEM: indeed
Muse: And just to be clear, did Ms. Jessica offer a reason behind her vote?
FINESSEEM: no…simply a no to blacklisting him
Muse: Hm…the only reason I can see why a CEO would vote no to the industry blacklisting one of their members for allegations of harrassment would be because there was a lack of evidence. So I do have to ask, was evidence presented at this meeting?
FINESSEEM: No evidence such as screenshots were produced but there were many stories from owners and CEO’s about their members being harassed
Muse: So, one last question about the meeting.
FINESSEEM: sure:)
Muse : You mentioned he had already harassed multiple women at this time. 
Muse: Do you think Jessica, Chairwoman of Diamond Enterprise was wrong for voting no at the time, considering that, at the time, she was presented with hearsay?
FINESSEEM: I think she was wrong…I completely understand protecting your members ..I would do almost anything for mine..but u also have a responsibility to uphold respect between companies
FINESSEEM: and to risk that for one man is beyond me
Muse: So, bringing it back to current events. I think I can safely say that
proof of this guy’s actions has been well documented.
Muse:  Here is just one example from one of the women, this was originally made public by MzKoko, of New Era Entertainment:

Muse: And the tangible evidence of harassment has just mounted over time. But with all of that being said, I know you wanted to make an announcement publically regarding news from Lowlife Entertainment, but before you do that I have to address something as we get ready to close the interview. I want to make a correction from Part 2 of this interview where I’d asked you, Majesty, a question about how you felt about Jess from Diamond stepping down. It has come to my attention that she has not stepped down. She remains head of Diamond Enterprise. After seeing some of Diamond’s employees be promoted to positions such as CEO and head of adult entertainment, I was led to believe that the entire company had gone to new leadership, but no readers, Jess is still at place in Diamond.

Muse: With that being said, I do have to acknowledge Jess’s response to the first and/or second part of this interview and I’d like you to respond.

Majesty: Sure.

Muse: Jess posted this, which I have already corrected:

Muse: and Majesty, if I could, I’d like to get your response to the following excerpt: 

Majesty: Ok. So I have 2 points to make. #1 is that: 

 I don’t have an issue with Jess. But what I’m not going to do is be called a liar. Now I initially began to message her either on my old tumblr account or on imvu immediately after the harassment first started-

Muse: -When Joseei went off on you for not reblogging a picture-

Majesty: -Exactly. So that was the first time I let her know that one of her members was harassing me. After blocking Joseei, and being harassed by Nikki on his behalf, I sent Jess another message asking her to handle her people. She responded. It kept happening. I let Jess know that it was still going on and that if I received another message from the girl, Lowlife Ent would be parting ways with Diamond. That would be message #3. So I literally just listed 3 separate times I messaged her about it. But don’t take my word for it. Here are her responses:

Majesty: Now, as you can see, those are a lot of responses to just one message about harassment. She also says that she woke up to read more messages from me….which would be more than one message, correct?

Muse: Correct

Majesty: Thank you. So that’s all I’m saying. Now, to her credit, she responded as timely as she could to me and she was quite professional as your readers can see. I do however believe that she wasn’t as forceful as she could have been at the start of it all. When I tell my employees at Lowlife Entertainment to not do something, I don’t have to repeat it. I don’t have to remind them. A perfect example is when a certain person in this industry made a post that defended Joseei and almost every business in the industry commented on it. Except for Lowlife Entertainment’s members. 

Muse: I know exactly what you’re referring to, and you’re right, Lowlife Entertainment was not involved in that dialogue nor have I ever seen your company involved in a back n forth argument on a public forum. Just to be clear, I want to clarify the two points you just made: #1 you did in fact send Jess multiple messages about being harassed. and #2 You do not have an issue with her.

Majesty: Exactly. I haven’t said anything derogatory about her ever. I have simply told the truth. And one more thing about Jess: she says in her post apparently that she’s never “lost it” except with two people and that she, I guess, was “polite” when she told Joseei and Nikki to stop harassing me because quote “i try to be polite in all that do”….

 How nice.

… With all due respect to Jessica, I have to point out that while she was politely telling them to leave me alone, Nikki was filling up my inbox with insults almost as if what Jess had told her didn’t even matter. Being polite is nice and all. And nobody is saying that you have to be a bitch in order to be a boss. You don’t. But what I will say is that while she was busy being polite to Joseei and Nikki. I was busy dealing with the hurt, shock, and stress of being insulted, disrespected, and lied on the whole time. 

Muse: Later in Jess’s post she says that after the whole thing with Nikki harassing u, 10 days later, you sent her this: 

Majesty: Ok, so as you can see at the top of this screenshot, a message is cut off. I have that message. It was a message from her asking me if I still had the screenshots from Nikki harassing me. She reached out to me over a week after the fact. I had completely moved on by then and she messaged me out of the blue one day and asked me if I had still the screenshots. I did, but I was busy at the time and was too lazy to be messaging back and forth so I asked her to invite me to a pc which stands for private chat, alone, because I didn’t want to be showing these screenshots to just anybody. I was trying to be classy and not be showing everyone that her members had been harassing me. So she invited me and I showed her the screenshots, but before I get ahead of myself here are the messages from her, that she so kindly neglected to leave out:

Majesty: Now, remember, this according to Jessica, is 10 days later after Lowlife had already parted ways with Diamond and moved on. I was minding my own business when she asked me this out of the blue. I was wondering why, after a week or two of not having spoken to her or Joseei or anyone at Diamond, my name was still in their mouths. But anyway, I responded that I did in fact still have the screenshots. She then responded with this:

Majesty: Now, I hate using IMVU Next. So that’s why I asked her to invite me to a pc alone so I could just copy and paste the links to the screenshots she wanted to see. She invited me, I showed her those screenshots, I assured her that I was not mad at her at all and that I appreciated her professionalism. and I left the pc. So days passed…and, as I already showed in Part 2, Joseei had his friend send me messages about how he was gonna kill himself if I didn’t unblock him, so when I finally unblocked him and he apologized, he asked me to message Jess and let her know that we had made up. So I did. I messaged Jess, as u can see from her post and told her. That truce didn’t last long as you know if you’ve read Part 2 of this interview but yes. 

Muse: Do you think Jessica values your friendship?

Majesty: No comment.

Muse: Do you think Jessica maliciously left out information to mislead her group members?

Majesty: No comment.

Muse: Moving on from that, can you tell my readers the reason why you felt it was finally necessary to do this interview? I mean honestly Carmen, Lowlife Entertainment is never the type to speak publicly so for you to let me interview you is such a huge deal and I’m sure your fans and the fans of your company would like to know what made you want to come forward now?

Majesty: Well. Lowlife Entertainment has an announcement to make. And we’ve been thinking and talking about it as a company for a long time. While many other companies have been going at each other’s throats, Lowlife has been putting out consistent erotic art, sexy porn scenes, and growing our base beyond tumblr as well as just watching the industry. And we knew that once all of these women got the courage to come forward, it was time for us to do so as well. It’s time for us to make some changes. Some of them have already taken place.

Muse: Speaking of changes what is the most important change that you think would benefit the industry?

Majesty: The system of how this industry works needs to be innovated & completely reconstructed. Every industry needs an agreed upon set of expectations that its participants are required to meet. There currently is no such set of expectations. That probably explains why harassment has continued in this industry with little to no consequences. 

FINESSEEM: At this point in time we at Lowlife feel it is time to branch out and develop our own guidelines that we feel embody who we are.
FINESSEEM: In essence I am saying that Lowlife Entertainment will no longer be a part of the AEC 

(Adult Entertainment Council)

Majesty: We will also be collaborating only with companies who agree with us on a zero tolerance policy of harassment and whose members have not taken part in it. In order for people to understand why Lowlife Entertainment may or may not be as open to general collabs as once were, we had to open up about our own experiences with harassment as well as to use the opportunity to extend our friendship and support to companies who wants to get back to doing what I think we all started to do, to set out and make the sexiest erotic virtual content that we can, and to do it with style and seduction.

Muse: So as we close the interview, is there anything you would like to say to the core group of fans that you personally have, and that the company as a whole has?

FINESSEEM: We at Lowlife greatly appreciate your love and support..we ask you to keep watching as we continue to take this thing to another level.

Muse: Annnnnd that’s a wrap! Thank you both, and I wish you the best on all your future endeavors!

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Hi anon, 

here is your preference, I’m guessing you’re going to college soon, if you are congrats, its so fucking great. Anyways, thank you for the request and i hope you like it! 

xx

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I joined a book club with people I actually like. We only meet once per month. The meeting is tonight, but I gave myself permission to not go. I’m tired. Work is hell and drains all life from me. My house hasn’t been cleaned in like two weeks. I can’t find my oven mitt. So tonight, I’m going to go home, light some candles, pour a glass of wine… and clean the damn house.

Well, at least some of it. Maybe just the dishes. Maybe I’ll find the oven mitt.

anonymous asked:

what are the other spooky stories you sent to blarffy

Second one happened about 2pm, my grandma, the lady who cleaned the house at the time and I were the only ones home, they were at the back and I was in my room (pretty close to the front door), they heard loud steps like someone was running through the house and then the front door slamming, came to check what was happening and asked me if I heard anything, I didn’t, the front door was still locked.


And a third one because apparently this thing runs on the family, we were never super crazy religious, but my aunts decided that once a month we should meet at someone’s house and pray, and so a week later we did meet up on the house of one of my aunts, just as the whole family starts praying we here all the door’s on the second floor of the house slamming, not once, it was like someone was openning and shuting them again and again, so we go upstairs, still praying, the lights were of and the sound keep going it was very scary, the moment the lights are turned on everything goes quiet and all the doors were open. I have no idea how she still lives there after this.

And bonus (I didn’t sent this one but I think it’s cool)
One of my uncles has a farm but he lives in the city and there was this guy and his family that lived on the farm to take care of it when he wasn’t there, one day when, about 7pm, a lot of my family was there and we see the guy running through the field, holding as much stuff as he could while he wife held the kids, as they got to us they were very confused and weren’t able to explain what was happening except that they were leaving, so my uncle get his gun (he was a police officer) and go check the house, I never went there but he said there was weird inscriptions on the doors and everything they left was thrown around and broken, he still knows the family and they still refuse to talk about what happened, and the house still up but now it’s deep in the woods and he doesn’t let anyone go there.

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I meet a 90yo billionaire SD who offers me a $10,000 monthly allowance for 1-2 meets per month. We meet once, have decent sex, and then he’s so impressed by my breasts that he writes me into his will and immediately has a heart attack. I travel the world in his honor and meet my wife, a weightlifter and martial arts champion who rescues shelter pets in her spare time. We become a pet-saving superhero duo, using our funds to rescue anyone in need and also take my wife to Hijab House every day so her outfit and hijab always match. My podcast about an autistic spy turned sex worker has 1 million engaged and friendly Patreon supporters. Global warming is fixed.

anonymous asked:

He "give up" on our relationship because "he can't have LDR" even if he promised me he will fight. We are "friends" now but nothing has changed between us. We met when I arrived in his hometown (-august- 227 km between us). If we want, we can meet once a month without problem and, in an year, we will be in the same city. He said he can't be serious one year, he need affection BUT HE DON'T WANT TO GIVE UP ON ME FOREVER. What should I do? he wants me but he doesn't want me..

There is not much you can do in this situation. I think you need to talk to him about it though, he needs to decide if he wants to be with you or not. This might mess up your feelings and life. I understand you may like him and all but don’t settle for someone who isn’t sure about you. It might hurt you in the end more than you think. Everyone deserves someone who would care for you, is sure of their feelings and would treat you well. Good luck!

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@taylorswift thank you for giving me my best friend @shaynalovestswift . We were both invited to SSN by TN and little did we know, we both lived 4 hours away from each other. Neither of us have met you, but we have met Taylor Swax, get it 😉. We try to meet up at least once every two months, and I’m so thankful for those timed I get to spend with her. Seriously Taylor, I could never thank you enough for giving me my best friend.

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My three solid Sugar Daddy type relationships seemed so neatly summed up by our last texts (From left to right)

1. The Exhibitionist. We are great friends, the most I’ve done is watch him jerk off. Never kissed even. It’s effortless. He’s never asked for more but I do wonder if, now that we are very much friends, he’s nervous to ask because he would find it disrespectful. But what we have does seem too perfect to mess up. I’m very comfortable with what we are and I’m comfortable around him…as you can see, I sang freely around him. Something I rarely do around people unless I know them and don’t feel judged. And I don’t realize I’m doing it. And he noticed. He cares for me, I know from our conversations and how he treats me. And I care for him. He’s a wonderful man.

What I feel he needs: A companion. He works too much. He is in his forties and never been married, he wants feminine energy and loves to travel. And he’d rather not travel alone. He enjoys sharing the experience. He loves intellectual discussion and good food. Cracking jokes together and exploring the world and each other’s minds.

Our arrangement: Originally it was watching him jerk off in hotel rooms. Then we always ended up talking hours after so he offered the L.A. trip. I went. It was awesome. Now we have a weekend travel arrangement. 1,000$ each trip, he covers all trip costs as well. Currently brainstorming for our June trip!

2. Southern Gent. He’s exactly that…a southern gentleman. And he’s always generous without ever questioning it. He gives beyond what is expected from our arrangement and he does it with a smile. Kind of shy but with a touch of spunk, he’s a nice guy to his core. He also works too much and is used by his wife and daughter for his money. It’s sad. I wish he would get out of his marriage and stand up for himself more. He adores me.

What I feel he needs: Affection and attention. The man just wants a real lady. Not to be nagged but to be surrounded by youth and have an escape from his mundane life. He craves affection. He wants to be wanted and thought of.

Our arrangement: From the start, he respected my boundaries and invested his time and money in getting to know me for a few dates before we jumped into bed. 1,000$ per meeting once a month. We go to dinner and then are intimate. He also blesses me with random expensive gifts.

3. The Debater. Still new but he has been pursuing me for months since our first date. He always says finding someone hot and bright is as rare on SA as finding someone willing to pay thousands a month for an allowance. We had a second date and it’s a good fit. He’s a horndog. He’s been in this game a while. Huge thing for young, hot, smart girls. He likes to dress his mistress in designer clothes and lingerie and he’s into the “Daddy” roleplay. Very liberal but into traditional gender roles. Very dominant. A smart and challenging conversationalist. It’s quite natural. Fun dynamic. The richest of the 3. A millionaire with quite the lifestyle.

What I feel he needs: Releasing the testosterone. Living out his urges to dominate women and pick away at innocence. It’s less about the connection I believe and will be more about the sex. But he also emphasizes he only likes girls who are smart and have their shit together, which I believe deepens the powerplay. And just a way to blow all his money.

Our arrangement: Right now still platonic. Will be 1,000$ a meet as often a month as we can meet. Also buys expensive dresses, shoes and lingerie.

The Gala: Part 1

Berk Dragon Sanctuary AU
Berk Dragon Sanctuary AU fics and drabbles masterpost.

Takes place a few weeks after The Date: Part 2. Companion drabble for this.

There’s only one reason Hiccup is mildly tolerating the gala event, and even he is not prepared when she walks in the door.

“It’s a spectacular night.”

Hiccup looked up from his drink to see his father approach. The man looked formidable on a regular day—let alone dressed in black tie. “I try,” he said, with a lopsided, sardonic grin. “But most of the credit should go to Mrs. Haydes.”

“She does know how to work some magic,” his father agreed. “But still, I’m glad you showed up. I know how much you hate these kind of events.”

“Well, I do run the sanctuary technically,” Hiccup said. “I had to make an appearance.”

“Your mother was never crazy about these events either. I think the longest she stayed one year was twenty-six minutes.”

“Sounds like her,” Hiccup chuckled. “But I’m afraid there are too many people who want to speak to me—and besides, I have to give a speech.”

Not to mention he had other motivation. Astrid was coming tonight.

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