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OKAY SO- A BUNCH of people have asked Neon (@neon–nightmare) and I to make this roleplay public for reading! So we finally decided to do it!

THIS IS THE ROLEPLAY FOR THE FIRST TIME WALLIS GLOOM AND FRESH MET FACE TO FACE IN THE GV DISCORD RP. And not…. Face to mouth? Uh. First time they met and interacted in separate bodies. Yep.


- Wallis and Fresh have been at this for months, so there’s a LOT OF TENSION AND FEAR. Wallis has been possessed twice before, and in that time, got a look into Fresh’s own headspace- He’s a stubborn asshole, so he pressed at things, and Fresh let slip that he had lost someone very close to him.

-Fresh wants Wallis GONE because he won’t give up and keeps challenging his fragile worldview.   Wallis is stuck between wanting to be free of the parasite’s near constant harassment, and wanting to HELP because he can tell how much Fresh is truly suffering. He feels as though a compromise would be getting him to leave, BY helping.

-Wallis and Purple are actually back together in this rp! It took like 4 months of near constant rp, but we got there! At the point in time that this RP took place, Wallis was staying at Purple’s house recovering from the second possession. He’s… Pretty badly injured.

-Cake had also stolen his hat about a week or so prior, so he was totally defenseless! Geez, please help him…


-None of this is CANON!! This is just a RP between fans!! Fresh and Wallis belong to CQ, we just love them. A lot. Though we try to be as IC as possible, nothing that happened here is actually official canon!!

- This rp treats the events of the ‘loveball/time party’ (a rping event from a year or so ago that can be found in parts on @bestfresh90smess) as canon to Fresh’s character! This is for the sake of development, and to help give context to some of the emotional problems he’s currently having that have carried on from there! ‘Pacifrisk’ was Fresh’s only true friend that he met at the Loveball and slowly grew to care about, but right when he was coming to terms with that (and wanting to protect them even when it had no benefit to him, something he couldn’t comprehend) they were killed despite his protests.

-There’s a lot more drama and context surrounding this, so some things may not make sense!! We’ve tried to make it as concise as possible, though!

-THIS RP HAPPENED IN THE GLOOMVERSE ROLEPLAY DISCORD!! It’s applicant based only, but if you’d like to send in a form you can do so at @gloomversediscord !! OCs are welcome, too!!

So, yep! Please enjoy, and be nice!! :D


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A special moment between Tony, Clay, and their babygirl

Fulfilling an anonymous request for a clony fic featuring a baby *tears* Let me know if you guys like me doing these little clony fics and I’ll continue writing them. Message me or hit up my ask for requests!

Rio Carlin Padilla.

That was the name Clay and Tony had agreed on when they adopted their precious baby girl. Rio was a little biracial girl with dark curly hair and brown eyes like her Puerto Rican father.

Tony and Clay had recently celebrated her 1st birthday (Little Einstein theme) and of course she was showered with gifts from both sides of her family. Mostly toys, books, and clothes, things they had already gotten for her but nonetheless it was great. 

Rio was undeniably the light of their life but there had been a time, back when Rio was just a possibility, that Tony and Clay had their doubts about being parents. Clay was initially the first one to bring up the idea of a child after they got married but Tony was the one that really pushed for it when they both decided it was what they wanted.

Going through the adoption process wasn’t easy but it wasn’t as hard as everyone made it seem like it was going to be. Maybe they had just gotten lucky somehow.

When the call came that a new born girl had been put up for adoption and they were the top candidates, Tony had a little bit of a freak out and for the first time ever, Clay was the one to calm down Tony. He reassured him that everything would be fine and that Tony was going to be a great father. Clay also mentioned that he was honored for their child to carry the name Padilla.

Ever since that moment Tony never doubted his and Clay’s decision to adopt. They were meant to have a family.

Clay’s POV

Coming home from work was the most exciting part of my day. 

Everyday that I was away from my husband and my little girl was a struggle for me because all I wanted to do was spend each and every second with them. But if I wanted us to eat and have a house to live in then I needed to work.

Tony worked as well it was just that he was able to work on his cars from home where as I had to go in to an office everyday. I would never admit it to Tony but I was a little jealous with the amount of time he got with Rio compared to me. I always tried to make up for it during late nights when Rio would wake up and I would hold her until she would fall back asleep.

As I was walking in the door I could hear Tony talking to Rio which automatically put a smile on my face.

I slowly rounded the corner and stood in silence to secretly watch their interaction. It looked like Tony had a book in his hand so he must of been reading to Rio. This was something we tried to do on a regular basis to help her with speech and learning letters.

So far Rio hadn’t learned to say ‘papa’ or ‘dada’ but she could say certain words like ‘cat’ and ‘dog’. She even could make the sounds that went along with each animal. 

“What is this, Rio?” Tony pointed to the picture in the book.


“Yes, carino. Good job. Can you say perro?”

Rio giggled and squealed in response.

“Perro is dog in Spanish - woof! woof!” Tony acted out the motions and sounds of a dog. It was the most adorable thing ever.

Rio continued to smile and watch Tony act like a little puppy. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to record this so I pulled out my phone and pressed the button but accidentally ended up taking a picture. With the flash on.


Tony turned and smirked.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were here. Trying to take secret photos of us?”

“Yeah, you caught me.” I said as I walked over to them.

I picked up Rio and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek as a way to say hello. I also leaned over the sofa to give Tony an inviting kiss.

“Mmm, your lips taste like coffee.”

“Thanks…I guess.” Tony laughed at my awkwardness.

“So you’re already trying to teach Rio Spanish before she even fully knows English. huh?” 

“Well, yeah, why not? I think it would be great for her to be bilingual.”

“I’m just messing with you, Tony. I think it’s great too.”

Tony playfully pushed my shoulder. “Maybe in the process I can help you with learning Spanish.”

I scoffed. “I can understand Spanish pretty well, thank you very much.”

“Yeah but you can’t speak it very well.”

“I just need to practice rolling my r’s.”

“Baby, you can roll your tongue, I’ve seen you do it in the bedroom.”

I gasped and covered Rio’s ears. “Not in front of Rio” 

Tony softly chuckled and I slightly blushed.

“She doesn’t know what we’re talking about.”

“Hey, you never know, she’s a smart baby.”

Tony smiled and agreed.

He made is way over to the kitchen to get dinner started so that gave me one on one time with Rio and I was able to finish reading the rest of the book to her. She ended up falling asleep in my arms like she always does.

The rest of the night was peaceful and relaxing. We had a great dinner, as usual, put Rio to bed, and snuggled on the couch to watch a movie together. As I was drifting off into a slumber on Tony’s chest I thought about how I couldn’t wait until the next morning just so I could do this all over again the next day.

A/N: Sorry if this was too short or if there’s a bunch of mistakes with my punctuation. I’m like half asleep writing this.

  I trot along the street, running my to-do list over and over in my head. Buy a blanket, buy a quill, buy veggies, bring said veggies to Patty. Not a very long list, I think: Not a very productive day. I struggle to come up with something else to do. Perhaps, while I’m visiting Patty in Canterlot, I can arrange a dinner with my dad, or hang out with Col. Or, perhaps, I can finally read that book I’ve been wanting to. Should I practice stand-up again? No, I don’t think Deadpan would take too kindly to me showing up midday on a Monday, especially considering the next show isn’t until 8pm on Wednesday. Perhaps I could show Patty my stand-up routine? I know she won’t be judgmental…
  A question breaks my concentration. I look up and nearly have a heart attack, but then remember the ferocious bat pony in the image is only Ember Hearth.
  “Hey, Lovely. How you holding up? I don’t suppose there’s anything we askers can do? Maybe if you can recall asks at will, something for confidence, or comfort? Also, sorry for spooking ya first time around. I forget my ‘competitive face’ is scary to some ponies, heh.”
  “Oh, um, it’s alright!” I insist, although my heart is still racing a tad. “I suppose being able to control these questions wouldn’t hurt. Maybe having a…” I tilt my head at the ask, floating in the air just above me. “… way to… collect…” I trail off. I’m scanning the edges of the question, which looks sort of like a white, soft edged rectangular banner with a picture of the pony next to it. “Maybe if I can…”
  Without warning, I leap into the air and try to snag the question. To my dismay, my hooves flow right through it as though it’s nothing. I land hard on the street, my saddlebag clanging on my flanks. I huff. “No, that’s not…. Maybe mind control?” Using all my concentration, even rubbing my temples with my hooves, I try to focus on the ask. MOVE! TO! THE! LEFT!! Nothing. I squeeze my eyes shut. “PLEASE MOVE TO THE LEFT! MOVE! MOOOOVEEE!!!” When I peek out from underneath my lids… nope, nothing. I begin waving my hooves frantically in the air. “DISSAPPEAR!” I cry out in my most commanding voice. Nope. I spend a few more minutes trying everything to turn, move, vanish, and conjure, but nothing works. The question hangs in the air, staring at me. I sigh and turn to keep walking. Like always, it follows me.
  “Sorry, I don’t think I can do anything,” I say. “I could simply remember asks, like I would anything else, but other than that,” I shrug, “your questions and such seem to be controlled by a force greater than myself.”
  The bell dings as I open the door to Barnyard Bargains. The question vanishes before it follows me, so I enter alone. The stallion at the counter greets me with a cheerful, “Good morning!” I mumble a greeting and avoid looking at him. He calls after me, “Well, let me know if I can help you find anything!” It’s barely noticeable to most ponies, but to me, the tiny waiver in his voice is clear disappointment. I try to ignore it, though. I just pretend like I’m any other non-empathic pony and duck into the aisles. As fine as I am with making a fool of myself and holding long conversations with asks, I’m not much for social interaction face-to-face. I already dread having him ring me up.
  The aisles are packed floor to ceiling with jars, boxes, bottles, knick knacks, anything one could possibly imagine needing. There’s everything from automatic apron knotters to zap apple jam. I methodically scan row by row, circling multiple times through all the aisles (all three of them, that is) but find no blanket, nor quill. The stallion’s voice echoes menacingly in my head. Let me know if I can help you find anything. Finally, admit defeat and weigh my options - leave awkwardly and take my chances with another store, which will require social interaction as well in all likelihood, or buck up and face the friendly cashier. I gather my wits, step shyly out of the aisle, and look up at him for the first time.
It’s not like he’s significantly more handsome than other ponies. He’s a light, happy yellow. He has a chestnut mane that’s combed back, save for a small curl of hair that hangs over his forehead. He wears black rimmed, rectangular glasses and a navy blue Barnyard Bargains branded polo shirt. Certainly, he’s larger than most ponies, with a double chin, wide neck, and fatty shoulders, but he’s as much taller as he is wider - at least a head taller than the average stallion. No, he’s certainly not my usual chisel-jawed, lean, athletic type. It’s the eyes, though; big, deep blue eyes peering out from over his glasses. They make my breath hitch. Blue. My absolute favorite. They’re so deep and bold, so bright and warm, so filled with joy and kindness and sadness and optimism. I trip over my words and begin to falter, but he’s nothing but patience. If anything, he finds my incessant stammering to be a little amusing. A smile teases the corners of his lips. I thank the stars that my coat is red. It covers up the fact that my skin is turning a deep scarlet.
  “D-do you guys sell blankets?” I stutter, a little too loudly in the quiet store.
  His smile reveals itself, and it’s incredibly genuine. “Had a cold night?” He nods to my sweater. I smooth it out absently and nod. “Yeah, me too. I told Mr. Rich that we ought to bring out the fall line of blankets sooner, but he insisted that nopony would request one until next week.”
“So, are-are they not available?” I gulp.
He puts a hoof to his chin and ponders. I catch a flash of a blue tattoo just above his fetlock, but don’t see a sure shape. It might be a heart? I stare at it, willing him to twist his hoof just so, but he removes it from the counter. He nods. “I don’t think Mr. Rich will mind if I sell a blanket to a mare in need. Be right back.” He winks, and my stomach jolts a little.
  When he ducks behind the door, I quickly straighten my neck and readjust my sweater under my saddlebag straps. I flip my hair to make sure it’s at full volume, lick my drying lips, and fluff my wings, which have begun to stiffen. Then   I lean on one of the shelves, crossing my hooves and biting my lower lip in an attempt to look casually sexy. And, of course, he returns with a rolled up, fuzzy teal blanket just as my balance fails.
  A billion spoons and forks, which had been neatly arranged in a tray, flip into the air and crash to the ground around me. I crouch down suddenly, instinctively, and grimace against the screeching clang of metals. This movement then sends a thousand precariously balanced buckets rolling off the lower shelf, also onto the floor around me, and also with a loud, metallic crash. I cover my head with my hooves, but only end up bumping the shelf and toppling packages of scissors. I squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t see what I hear; the cashier dashing to my side. MY side. To help MY clumsy butt.
  “Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-” I’m blurting.
  “It’s alright, it’s alright,” he blurts back, rushing to push the items off of me. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He tries to avoid touching me directly, but where he accidentally brushes, my skin sinks into a warm, soft bed. I like it, but liking it makes me uncomfortable, so I snap away. Oops, and now I’ve accidentally hurt his feelings. Now I try to brush against him on purpose to show him that I don’t dislike him. And now I’m being creepy. Frick.
  “No, that’s alright,” he says, “I’ll get it.”
  “Please, I’m the one who knocked it down. Let me help- oof!”
  “I’m sorry! Are you okay?”
  “Yes, no, I mean, I’m sorry. That was my fault.”
  “Hey, it’s alright.” He looks me in the eyes. His eyes are blue, so blue, I feel like my simple pony eyes can’t even fathom how incredibly blue they are. They must be so blue, it’s unmeasurable, unknowable, like the multitude of colors that a peacock sees where ponies can only imagine. His eyes are the bluest things in all of Equestria. His hoof, soft and warm and strong, takes mine and lifts me off the floor. He smiles that kind, genuine smile that makes my stomach lurch. “I got you, my homie.”
  I smile dumbly, then realize I should be giggling. I do so, again, a little too loudly. Then I’m laughing, so hard I would be on the ground if he wasn’t still holding my hoof. And I snort, which gets him laughing. His is a startlingly high pitched squeaky laugh, and it makes me laugh even more. I turn to him and furrow my eyebrows jokingly. “My home dawg!”
  “My brotha lova!”
  “My fellow fellow!”
  We go on and on, laughing and snorting and giggling and snickering. Eventually, as the laughter peters out, I look up at him and say, “Alright, alright.” My cheeks are burning and my heart is racing. “I’m out of funny phrases!”
  “Celestia’s sake, I haven’t laughed that much in ages!” he says excitedly. Then he clears his throat and tries to regain professionalism. “Alright, what were we doing? Blanket?”
  I look down at the mess around us. “Don’t you need help cleaning this up? I don’t mind,” but he waves me off with a hoof.
  “Nah, it’s a Monday, it’s gonna be slow. I need an excuse to get out from behind the register.” He stretches his rear hooves for effect. “Don’t worry about it, I insist.”
  I hesitate, but decide to let it be. As much as I like this… particular moment with this… particular… stallion… I can only handle social interaction with a stranger for so long. The blanket is already lined up on the counter, ready to be paid for. “If you say so,” I sigh overdramatically, and gingerly step over the puddle of items and up to the register. He steps behind the counter and resumes his original position.
  “Awesome,” he says, punching in the price. “Oh! I forgot to mention, is green okay?” He pokes the blanket. “We also have red, brown, purple-”
  “Teal,” I correct.
My ears fold back, embarrassed. “Sorry, I meant… you said green. It’s teal.” I poke the blanket, too. “Like, more blue than green but not quite… blue…” I trail off. He raises an eyebrow at me.
  “Um… okay. Teal. We also have… er… normal colors…?”
  I chuckle, and he flashes me that smile. “Yeah,” I say, “teal is just fine.”
  “Sweet! And is there anything else I could help you find?”
  I pull out my notebook to check. “Wouldn’t happen to have any quills?”
  He frowns. “No, we don’t have any at the moment. We’ll be getting some in tomorrow morning. If you need it now, however - don’t quote me on this - I think Sofas and Quills might have a few in stock.”
  “Well I hope they do, otherwise it’d just be sofas, wouldn’t it?” I joke, badly. He laughs anyways. Not even a pitying laugh that other ponies give me. It’s a genuine one, as honest and full as his adorable smile. “That’s alright,” I say, “I can wait until tomorrow. How much do I owe you?”
  “Ten bits,” he says matter-of-factly. I pull out my coin bag, count out eleven gold bits, tell him to keep the change, and stuff my new blanket into my saddle bag. He grins. “Thank you for your business! I look forward to seeing you later.” He winks.
  I blush. “I look forward to it too!” I say and head for the door. “Thank you so much!” I place my hoof on the handle.
  I’m not sure if it’s his hesitation or mine, but I pause just before the exit and turn back to him. “Eh… who should I ask for, when I come in?” I know it’s so obvious that I’m asking for his name, but I find it hard to care about that.
  “I’ll be here at ten tomorrow,” he promises. “Ask for Blueheart. And your name is…?”
  “Lovely,” I say. “Lovely Laughter.”
  “Lovely Laughter,” he repeats, nodding to himself. “Fitting. Okay, Lovely. I’ll see you then.”
  “See you then, Blueheart.” I turn and leave.
  The door closing behind me feels insufficient, like there’s a string of yarn caught in the lock and I have the ball of it in my bag, unraveling as I walk. It feels less like a door closing, and more like one opening. Maybe this is it, I think. Maybe Blueheart is the reason for the blog! But then I shake the thought away, not letting myself put too many eggs of hope in one insignificant basket. “I just flirted with a cashier,” I remind myself aloud, “nothing more.” Yet my walk still remains bouncy, and I find taking off into the sky much easier than usual. At the very least I know that in spite of my rocky morning at the cafe, my day has definitely taken a turn for the better.

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Ice Cream Date

Happy Birdday to a very special Softy, @softboyshipping !!!! :>

Summary: Nick and Griffin go on an ice cream date.

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“You didn’t tell me it’d be THIS hot in Austin!” Nick complained, rubbing the back of his slightly perspired neck. He couldn’t believe he was already breaking out in a sweat on their short walk to Griffin’s car. What if he started to smell? What if his deodorant wasn’t strong enough–would Griffin start hardcore judging him?

“Uh, yeah I did, dude. I told you like fifty times that it gets hot as hell here. I’m pretty used to it so if you’re like, worried I’m gonna judge you for sweating or something–don’t even trip, dawg,” Griffin assured him, somehow always picking up on Nick’s nerves. Stupid… telepathic Griffin.

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anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to say, but you do know, the lives of many outweigh the lives of a few. If you were still with fresh... that could be a whole country in potential danger, you know? Pi is probably doing what's statistically the best option, even though it hurts. You're both just trying to do your best.

Hey want to see something? These are my logs from when assistant was possessed.

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“I think my biggest struggle was also, oddly enough, my biggest motivation. As crazy as it might seem I had a ton of people tell me that I couldn’t do this. Or wouldn’t do it. And I’m grateful because it was that kind of "eff you” to them that gave me the motivation to be like ‘you know what? I’m gonna do it even bigger and better than I thought I could because you told me I couldn’t.’ So any time somebody says you can’t do something or rolls their eyes or whatever, don’t get upset. Just go 'alright, I’m awake now, dawg! Let’s go! I’m gonna go back to work or whatever it is you do.’ That’s an energy you can’t replace with anything else.”

piss99  asked:

HUFF HUFF HUFF love those pocketmortys, love them so good, bless u my friend

Eeeey, thank you so much! Logged in on my blog and this is the first thing I see in my inbox, that’s is so incredibly nice! Me and all the Mortys are very flattered!

Me and Morty Morts got ya covered with all your pocketmortys! Don’t even trip, dawg!

*Also in the pic I’m wearing sunglasses on my glasses…… That’s what all the hip kids do, right?


October 21, 2016


Looking out the window of my car I couldn’t help but run down the argument Ebony and I had. Usually when we fight I’m able to brush that shit off once I cool down because I’m going to be honest, we fight a lot. A whole lot so I’m used to going through the motions.

When you have a woman who has no problem speaking her mind you go through that type of shit all the time. I couldn’t do that now though, the shit we said to each other kept playing back in my mind. I couldn’t even figure out why, it’s not like it’s the first time she threatened to leave. I guess this is just the first time I felt like she was dead ass serious about it.

    “Yo you are the most selfish nigga I’ve ever met in my fuckin’ life dawg.” Ebony said while she was sitting on the couch rubbing her hands together like she was in deep thought about what just came out her mouth. “All you care about is yourself, and how the fuck you feel.”

    I sat down on the opposite couch looking at her like the fool she apparently was. “I’m selfish Eb? I’m taking care of you and your son like he’s my own kid but I’m selfish? The fuck type of shit is that?”

    “You take care of us, alright and so what Kaylin? You think that gives you the right to do whatever the fuck you want any way you want to? I appreciate what you do for me and Jayden but let’s not act like you didn’t make it this way.”

    “I did make it this way because I care about you. I love your ass but for whatever reason you just wanna keep doing stupid shit!”

    “I didn’t tell you about Rio, you’re right that was stupid. I fucked up, I should’ve told you but that doesn’t mean you get to disrespect me and act like it’s not a big deal. You walk your ass in this house with some bullshit necklace like I’m going to see the fuckin’ diamonds on it and forget the shit you have and still are putting me through!”

    “What am I putting you through!? You living the life most bitches would kill for. I come home to you every night, I take care of you, and I’m here with you! I’m doing all of this for you, for my kids, for us and you want to act like everything I do is so fucked up when you’re the one not being real!”

    “You love me Kaylin? You care about me and my son? If you do why did you do what you did? You treated me like shit last night. You embarrassed the fuck out of me like I’m just some average bitch off the street and not the woman you’re planning to spend the rest of your life with.”

    “You’re the one that was lying to me about that nigga, the fuck you mean. I had to find out about that nigga because of Jayden, not because you told me what was up. If the roles were reversed and I did that shit to you what would you say Ebony? Let’s be real right now, what would you do?”

    “You’re supposed to trust me. You’re supposed to know that I’m not a grimy ass bitch. I don’t move like that. If I didn’t say anything it’s for a reason it’s not because I was trying to be sneaky.”

    “I can’t fuckin’ tell, you lied to me. Had me looking like I don’t know what the fuck is going on with my fuckin’ woman. You’re damn near my wife but I don’t know about niggas from your past is popping up on you? Are you fuckin’ stupid?”

    “Like you said, I’m damn near your wife so trust me enough to know that I’m not going to disrespect you. I didn’t want drama between you and that crazy ass nigga. I didn’t want you getting caught up in the bullshit from my past. You already got rid of Quan because of me I didn’t want you doing that again and possibly getting caught.”

    “You still should’ve said something Ebony. What the fuck was I supposed to do? Not be mad that you didn’t say shit? What was I supposed to think?”

    “Not that I was trying to be sneaky or something. Now you’re questioning my loyalty? You think I would cheat on you or something? Do you even want to marry me Kaylin? You put this ring on my finger for what? Is it because you really want to be with me forever or was it just a shut up and do what I want ring?”

    “Don’t ask me some bullshit like that; you know damn well why I gave it to you.”

    “I don’t think I do, I thought I did but if this is what spending the rest of my life with you will be like I’m not so sure if I even want it anymore.”

    “What are you saying?”

    “I’m saying I’m done with bullshit, that’s what I’m saying. This ring doesn’t mean shit; I should’ve seen it when you first put it on my finger. You don’t want me as your wife. You just wanted me to be open to having your baby. You can scrap that shit now because I’m done.” She shook her head at me then walked out the living room. “I’ll be out by tonight don’t even worry about it.” I didn’t even say anything. There was no point, it wasn’t going to do shit but start the whole damn argument over. I grabbed another pair of my keys off the mantle and left.

“Aye bruh we’re here, you want me to come in?” Trigga asked me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah come in, if she starts again it’s going to take all of me not to touch her so make sure I don’t do some stupid shit.” We both got out the car and walked up to the house. I was about to pull my keys out while I twisted the door knob but it was already unlocked. “The fuck?”

“What happened?”

“The door is unlocked; she doesn’t keep this door unlocked.” Ebony has always been on some paranoid shit because she thinks this house is too big to leave anything open. She doesn’t even function right if the shit is unlocked.

“Maybe she didn’t lock it and left?”

“Then her car wouldn’t be in the garage, let me go check and see if it’s in there. Go see if she in the living room or upstairs.” We both walked in the house and he went where I told him to go while I walked down the hall to the garage door.  Opening the door I walked down the three steps that were right behind the door after turning the light on.

Her car was sitting right in its usual spot so I put my hand on the hood and it was cold so that meant she hasn’t went anywhere. I was just about to shrug my shoulders and say fuck it, maybe I’m over thinking shit when I heard Trigga shouting my name.

I left the garage then ran upstairs. When I walked in my bedroom I was about to ask what the fuck he wanted until I saw Ebony sitting on the floor with her knees up to her chest and her head resting on her arms. Confused I bent down to her level.

“Hersh, what’s wrong with you? Why are you crying?” She didn’t say anything she just shook her head. “I’m sorry about earlier aight, let’s talk about it so we can squash this shit.” Again she didn’t say anything and this time I was getting irritated but I kept my cool. “Look at me baby,” I used both hands to lift her head and when I got a good look at her face I immediately got mad.

Her lip was busted and one of her eyes looked like it was going to swell shut pretty soon. “Who did that to your face?”

“H-he came here,”

“Who came here, that punk ass nigga from yesterday?” I asked and she nodded her head. “What the fuck happened?”

“He rang the doorbell so I went over and opened it. When I saw it was him I tried to close the door but I couldn’t. We ended up getting in a fight. The only reason he left was because I was able to run up here and get your gun from the closet.” She cried. “Kay, he took my phone so I couldn’t call you and I was here by myself. I didn’t know what else to do.” I pulled her up to her feet then wrapped my arms around her.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m not leaving again aight. I’m going to handle this shit, don’t worry about it.”

“No, he’s crazy Kaylin he’ll really try to hurt you.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that nigga being crazy Ebony, look at your face. Come on, put your shoes on.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’re going your sister’s house, I’m about to go do something real quick.”

“No Kaylin!” I ignored her looking at Trigga.

“Take her to Jaz then hit me up aight.”

“Kaylin don’t go and do something stupid please,” Ebony begged while holding my shirt extra tight. I know she was only trying to stop me because she didn’t want me getting hurt but I didn’t feel like hearing that shit right now.

“Go get in the car, Trigga take her.” I told him. He came over to the side of the room she was on and grabbed her arm gently.

“Come on Eb,”

“I don’t want him doing something stupid!” She shouted as he pulled her out the room.

I went to my closet to get my strap. I really didn’t want to resort back to this street shit, I’m supposed to be done with it but that nigga put his hand on my wife and I can’t let that shit slide. I’ll die before that nigga thinks it’s ever okay to touch what’s mine.

Afro Samurai Inspired RP Starters
  • <p> <b><b></b> </b> "Challenge me, when you're ready to duel a god."<p/><b></b> "I've waited a long time for this."<p/><b></b> "That a motherfuckin' RPG?"<p/><b></b> "When you fight to kill, finish the job."<p/><b></b> "I see you wear one of the headbands of legend that leads to godhood."<p/><b></b> "Don't fight this fucker! He got arrows and grenades and shit. You ain't got no chance dude!"<p/><b></b> "You want another one? On his tab?"<p/><b></b> "My aim is only to move forward."<p/><b></b> "There's something strange still out there."<p/><b></b> "If it's not too much trouble, will you stay and watch the fireworks with me?"<p/><b></b> "You must break the chain. Only then will we stay free of this horrible cycle."<p/><b></b> "Ew! Taste like crack!"<p/><b></b> "If Heaven could be bottled up, it just might taste like my lemonade."<p/><b></b> "C'mon now confess. You wanna hit that booty!"<p/><b></b> "You fucking whore! This is the price you pay for your betrayal."<p/><b></b> "Damn shame ain't it? Just when you start gettin' your groove on, shit always gotta get killed, burned down, whatever."<p/><b></b> "Man, you really are a cold blooded motherfucker."<p/><b></b> "He's a demon machine with special surprise on the inside."<p/><b></b> "Does one question faith?"<p/><b></b> "Observe and I will make you a believer."<p/><b></b> "Hey, he tryna copy you...wait, he is you!"<p/><b></b> "What happens when your reflection moves faster than you?"<p/><b></b> "It's like me watching Afro watchin' Afro fightin' Afro or something!"<p/><b></b> "We shall finally see the wrath of hell's fire turn up on itself."<p/><b></b> "Dammit Brother! This the kind of shit I will not tolerate!"<p/><b></b> "I think he blew his load."<p/><b></b> "Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder."<p/><b></b> "Come to think of it, I can't take a warrior with such stupid hair seriously."<p/><b></b> "Okay, you and I are gonna talk about this later, but first I gotta save your dumb ass."<p/><b></b> "Dang, why you gotta be so morbid?"<p/><b></b> "You chose revenge over our Master! Over us! We're your family!"<p/><b></b> "Damn. There goes the neighborhood."<p/><b></b> "Bleed! Suffer as I have!"<p/><b></b> "I want him hurt! I want him crippled! He'll bleed for all the pain he's caused!"<p/><b></b> "My tears have never stopped falling since that day."<p/><b></b> "Come on man, get that damn look off your face."<p/><b></b> "You became what you are because you stuck to your damn convictions, dawg."<p/><b></b> "Wipe that motherfucker. Even if he is your old pal."<p/><b></b> "You just don't listen to people, do you?"<p/><b></b> "Aw man, it was the bomb hanging out with you."<p/><b></b> "I sweat with anticipation for your kill. Can you smell me?"<p/><b></b> "You've grown into a fine killer, but you're still vulnerable."<p/><b></b> "I saw you kill your childhood sword buddy."<p/><b></b> "Don't you know that absolute power leads to ultimate peace?"<p/><b></b> "It is time for Man to become God where God has failed."<p/><b></b> "I'm finally becoming God."<p/><b></b> "Only you and I can stomach this truth."<p/><b></b> "You will only die again, my friend."<p/><p/></p>
The Signs as Sister quotes
  • Aries: Oh yeah? Well good luck being a cop, CAAAHHP!
  • Taurus: Anyway, when you're old and gross, you're probably going to die, and that's kind of sad. But when you think about it, all your friends are probably dead, too. And if they're not, then they're definitely old, and knowing old people is even sadder than being dead. So, anyway, whatever. Peace out.
  • Gemini: Ohh, sorry, she is a badass. She's kinda hot.
  • Cancer: Son of a bitch! I can't believe you hit a girl.
  • Leo: Don't do me any favors, bitch.
  • Virgo: What's up, dawg? God, doesn't this movie suck? All the people in here are assholes!
  • Libra: Don't say anything until you talk to a lawyer! You have rights!
  • Scorpio: You know how circuses have a bearded lady and a fat lady? Well my mom plays both, 'cause she is like, super talented!
  • Sagittarius: Yeah, well, they say girls can't ejaculate either. But guess what!
  • Capricorn: Doesn't sound like I have any of the skills you need. Unless you wanna see my ping pong ball trick.
  • Aquarius: But then I figured, who wants to be known as the girl who's had seven abortions?
  • Pisces: Oh, cool, you have a kid that looks like a dog?
My Anaconda Do

Based on: http://imaginexhobbit.tumblr.com/post/120608767696/imagine-being-teleported-to-middle-earth-joining

Notes: It was really late when I wrote this and I was laughing hysterically by the end. I regret nothing.

You had yet to understand the intricacies of this foreign land; no cells phone, no television, not even a car. Your feet were in agony from the endless trek with the company of both surly and silly Dwarves, the whimsical hobbit, and the wise wizard. You had not thought this reality but you had failed to wake yourself.

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diasporasdaughter replied to your post: “5 years by your side and you wanna push me my…

Some of you sound hella immature. Emotional cheating hits deeply sometimes worse than the physical act of cheating. Couple that with doing it alone and taking care of a partner who has emotionally checked out of your relationship, isn’t supportive and that’s a recipe for disaster. The fact that Tasha didn’t know until later that he even had a girl was a problem! It does not excuse Issa because she should have been upfront and told him to roll then again y'all would have been bitching about that!

dawg what the fuck are y’all smoking before you watch this show

The Birthday Boy

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Avengers,

summary: It’s Tony birthday party and one of the presents he wants is to drive everyone crazy, especially Steve

length: 2 306 words

a/n: happy birthday, MCU!Tony Stark!!! I feel like I lost the theme a couple of times here, but I hope you will like the fic, included in some of your recent wishes (also, Friends reference)! adding this fic to Civil Union Fest! Lets keep spreading Stony love!!


The Birthday Boy

“Oh, the twins showed up.”

Steve raised his head up, temporarily stopping helping Bruce set the table with snacks. He scanned the room, looking for Maximoff twins, and frowning when they were nowhere to be seen.

“I don’t see them,” he pointed out, narrowing eyes. “Where are Pietro and Wanda?”

“Who said anything about Pietro and Wanda,” Clint replied nonchalantly, sipping his drink. The party started barely half hour ago, and the archer already had a blush on his face from the alcohol, and slurred some words. “Daaamn..” Clint whistled wolfishly, his eyes focused on a point in the distance.

“Clint,” Bruce warned, pushing the bowl with dip, closer to the nachos.

“What? It’s not my fault, it is just right there!” he gesticulated vividly, making some grabbing motions with his free hand. “Wonder if squeezing them feels like squeezing stress balls.. That’s how you keep so calm all the time?” he asked, turning directly to Steve.

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Kendrick's interview with Hot 97.

On using the Isley Brother sample on “i”:
“From jump, I think the classifications of music is totally twisted. Because now we have a generation where you take an Isley Brother sample – which is soul – and now we’re in a world where people consider it pop,” he said. “And I knew that would come, of course. But me as a leader in music, I wanna revamp that whole thing and put it back to its original origins.

On who the “i” single was intended for:
“My initial idea of writing this record, really was for two people. I hit Top Dawg and said ‘I wrote a record for the homies that’s in the penitentiary right now. I also wrote a record for these kids that come up to my show with these slashes on their wrists saying they don’t wanna live no more.’”

On bringing positivity and inspiration back to hip-hop:
“We can talk slick all day as rappers. That’s easy to do, that’s like taking the easy way out. But what are you saying, though? What are you saying to – I don’t even wanna say uplift – but grab some type of inspiration. There’s more people hurting than eating in this world than anything.”

On Macklemore’s post-Grammys text message:
“Yeah I think it was uncalled for, to be 100 with you. When he sent it to me, I could see him feeling that type of way because he’s a good dude. But I think for confirmation from the world, he probably felt like he had to put it out there, which he didn’t need to do. But that don’t take nothing from him anyway, because I know where his heart is at. He cool.”

Twisted 1x14 Emotions:

Green Grove:

Danny doesn’t need your pity Green grove.When Danny pulls out that $10 million…they are gonna be throwing petals at his feet…green Grove is going to be on some best friend shit with Danny. Danny better be like: 

Mofos never loved us…but wait umm Vikram…self defense or nah?


Umm you guys when did Danny learn to drive…in juvie or nah? But wait…when did Danny even get a License? Dafuq. Danny needs to come clean because this is really beating him up and I hate to see Danny like this, he needs to go to Chief Masterson (with the support of Jo or not) and tell him what happened, it was self defense…I mean hasn’t he learned about how much damage secrets can do. Danny needs to start taking control of his life and not letting others control for him. 


Cole called Lacey a bad ass for getting shit done…my dawg! But Sarita had me dying though…still a bitch. In the beginning of the episode I just wanted to hug Lacey man my baby was in pain…I was waiting on the hashtag of #PoorLacey to appear on my screen but you know what I’m not even mad cause Lacey trended anyways and she’s not a victim.I know some people were saying that Lacey was acting too desperate… but the girl is 16, she’s drunk in love, all she wanted to do was ride her surfboard…is that really too much to ask for? But when don’t fuck with me Lacey came back I gave her a standing ovation because she needed to put Jo and Danny in their place the ghost Judy and Clara past would be so proud ( or would they) Lacey was pointing fingers at Jo…good times. Also, I still don’t understand why Lacey has to always apologize to Jo.


I had to call life alert on the last three minutes because I had fallen and I couldn’t get up. Lacey loved Danny since they were little…I knew it! Lacey needs to let Danny finish his sentences though. I just don’t understand why he won’t just tell Lacey what happened, I know he might be scared for her reaction but I think he should respect her enough to tell her and let her handle it on her own. That kiss was everything! I was thinking about that scene where Danny told Jo to leave and she didn’t and I was thinking about if it was Lacey who was there that night, she would have bounced out of there so fast like there was no tomorrow…remember in Connecticut when that security guard came outside and how fast Lacey jump into her car and was ready to peace the fuck out?


Bitch got caught…she wasn’t ready.


kyle had Tess like:

Season 1A: Tess you need to check your husband.

Season 1B: Kyle you need to check your shady wife.

Bruh I was jumping up in down when Tess got caught…her lies finally caught up with her ( she had me rolling my eyes when she broke the vase…bitch its already been done breaking vases won’t change your shadiness). Dude I felt so bad for kyle when he was like “I’m your husband!” Kyle man your wife has been acting up with that Desai D.