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NICKI MINAJ SHOWING SUPPORT FOR LIL’ KIM.
*STILL ADDING TO THIS.
While Diddy was performing at the 2015 BET Awards, he brought of one of the greats Lil’ Kim to perform with him. Nicki tweeted the following: (x) Then continued with this tweet (x)
I’m freezing cold, all the time. | sp1
Ainda se encontrava perdida em sua propria mente, e a única forma de tentar mudar aquilo foi se rebelar. Ryan havia partido, lua de mel, era previsivel dizer que ele passaria no minimo dois meses fora. Rose tinha partido também, a oportunidade parecia calhar muito bem com o momento de sua vida. Juntou suas coisas e foi morar num loft, em pouco tempo aquilo já havia se tornado sua casa. Conheceu novas pessoas, aceitou trabalhos que antes nem cogitaria, se sentia livre mas a sensação não era tão boa quanto a ideia. Havia se acostumado com a mascara da felicidade, e a atitude rebelde parecia servir com uma luva pra performance da sua vida. O mundo que Ryan se esforçou tanto pra esconder da pequena Rose havia finalmente sido descoberto. Definitivamente as novas amizades da garota eram um pouco radicais, em todas as festas que ia descobria mais sobre a vida, e sobre o quão fudida as pessoas poderiam se tornar. Já estava na pior para se meter de cabeça num mundo sem volta. Se sentia vazia, fria, mas não recorreria aquilo, não era exatamente o fim do mundo. Estava quase certa daquilo, mas então a vida deu um giro e trouxe de volta uma de suas amigas de infância, e ela apresentou a Lockhart a solução quase perfeita pra sua vida. A morena se entregou aquilo, de inicio apenas porque era a única coisa capaz de tirar Asher de sua mente, mas depois se tornou viciada nos efeitos causados. Aquilo era uma das melhores partes do seu dia, quando tudo parecia sumir e ela parecia flutuar. Se perdeu na confusão do seu corpo e da sua mente, as coisas não faziam completo sentido, e ninguém parecia notar sua confusão. Naquela noite, colocou um de seus melhores vestidos, realmente se produziu, para ninguém em especial, mas é claro que não sairia dali sem a dose diária, acalmou seu corpo com aquilo e seguiu em frente. Tudo ali a lembrava de Asher, o que parecia solução havia se tornado seu pesadelo. Se tudo já estava perdido porque não se perder ainda mais? Naquela hora aceitou qualquer uma das bebidas que eram oferecidas, bebia sem hesitar e sem pensar, e então se sentia leve de novo. Se sentia ótima, mas ninguem a sua volta parecia ver o mesmo. “Eu to bem!” Respondeu ao garoto a sua frente, sentindo mais uma vez o formigamento em sua língua. Se sentia leve, porque as pessoas não conseguiam ver o mesmo? Ou melhor, deixa-la em paz.
Self Para // Flashback || One Time Only
Since Julianna had broken up with Jett she found no reason to stay in Allenwood for the summer. She decided to pack up her bags and go stay with her dad in their family's summer home. As she drove the two hours and fifty one minutes it gave the young girl a lot of time to think about what exactly her father was going to make her do this weekend. It could be anything from going though simple paper work to selling drugs for him. She really didn't like doing what her dad said but she felt that since he's always done everything for her family she kind of owed him. As she pulled up to the driveway she punched the code into the system and waited for the gates to swing open. Once they slowly opened she parked her car and climbed out. She grabbed her bags and locked her car before going inside.
"Pop?!" She called out as she pulled her sunglasses on the top of her head and smiled when his dogs came to greet her.
"Hi honey." Her dad said as he came downstairs while she sat on the floor with the dogs petting them both. "How was your trip?" He asked kissing the top of her head.
"Long, I'm exhausted." She replied as she stood up and kissed his cheek. "Where is everyone?" She asked curiously looking around their house for some of her older siblings.
"They're doing some work for me for the night which means I will need your help tonight so why don't you go get some rest and I'll wake you up when dinner is ready?" He suggested to her and she nodded before making her way upstairs to her room.
Julianna jumped in a quick shower before putting comfortable clothing on and taking a nap. Before she knew it her dad was shaking her awake for dinner. She groaned at him and waved her hand in his face to go away. After a few more minutes she finally got up and headed downstairs. When she got down to the dining room and she saw some familar faces and some unfamilar ones. She gave them all a poliet smile and said hello before grabbing her plate.
"I'm just going to eat upstairs.." She said slowly making her way out but one of the newer guys grabbed her arm.
"Don't be stupid come on I saved you a seat." He said smoothly patting the chair next to him and she sighed before obeying and sitting next to the boy. She sat with them and even engaged in a conversation with him.
After dinner all the men made their way to the living room and Julianna's father pulled her back to his office closing the door behind them. "You know that boy you were talking to during dinner?" He asked and she nodded slowly. "I set up a room for you two in about a half an hour you meet him up there and do whatever he says." He told her sternly and she clenched her jaw gulping a little bit.
"You told me I would never have to sleep with anyone.." She reminded him and shook her head with a frown.
"It's just this one time Jules and I promise it will never happen again..Come on what happened to helping each other out?" He said and she nodded before getting up and leaving.
Julianna wasn't ready for this nor was she happy about it. She had never slept with anyone besides Jett and now getting into bed with a complete stanger just made her extremely uncomfortable. She got ready and then walked into one of the guest rooms. When she got in there she saw the guy in there setting up a line of cocaine and she shook her head.
"Hey, my dad didn't say anything about drugs."
The boy just laughed and shrugged. "No but he did say you had to do whatever I told you to do so lets go." He snapped and her eyes widened before climbing in the bed with the stranger. She watched him do a line of cocaine and then she did one. They each did four lines and then he got up moving the small mirror and cocaine onto the dresser. Julianna sat back in the bed as the guy pulled his belt off and she knew this wasn't going to be the only time , it was just the first of many.
buon anno || clement
DECEMBER 31ST, 2022 :: HOGWARTS EXPRESS
The train home was empty. He could have taken a bus, in all honesty, but his parents insisted on the whole Hogwarts Express taking him back to London. They had difficulty doing things halfway.
The journey from the Hogsmeade station to King’s Cross wasn’t a long trip by any means, and Clement knew wishing for an accident or something to stop the train was not only childish but completely useless. He did it anyway. It gave him something to think about, to preoccupy himself with. His avoidance tactics may not be healthy, but they’re sure well-developed.
He was dreading this meeting. Not just this meeting; he was dreading everything about returning to London. Seeing his parents again– seeing his mother again– and discussing being disowned. Perhaps his brothers would be there. For the first time in years, he wanted to see Alen, even if it was only to ask why Katarina wouldn’t respond to him.
DECEMBER 31ST, 2022 :: KING’S CROSS STATION
No one was there to pick him up. Logically speaking he knew they were just running late, but there was still a part of him that worried, a subtle fear that pressed against his throat and made it harder to breathe the more time passed. He hated it. He hated how his parents make him this nervous for something so simple, so childish. It reminded him of when he was a child, when he spent every moment he was outside of the house wondering if this would be the time they forgot about him for good. They never did, and he scoffs at himself now, but for a young child who already knew his parents didn’t care for him, it was a genuine fear. That fear had never faded completely.
The station wasn’t busy, but there was still a steady buzz around him, muggles heading to work, or family, or friends. Or parties, he supposed. It was New Years Eve, even though the sun had only risen a few hours ago. He wondered if there would be parties at Hogwarts tonight. Maybe Jack would throw one. He frowned. Thinking about Jack right now, when he’s already struggling to keep calm, wouldn’t end well. He pushed the thought away and checked his watch.
Another ten minutes passed and Clement was about to just forget his mother’s instructions and apparate himself. A few seconds before he followed through with that, his brother showed up. It always seemed to work like that.
DECEMBER 31ST, 2022 :: OUTSIDE THE KINGSTON MANOR
Alen had barely nodded at him before taking his arm and apparating. He didn’t let go until Clement yanked away from him.
“Hi,” Clement said dryly, brushing down his clothes and looking over– and up– at his older brother.
“Clement,” Alen responded in greeting, the first word he had said to him in a year and a half.
Clement had to walk quickly to keep up, his brother’s legs longer than his as he turned on his heel and started towards the house. Alen made no effort to slow down.
“Where’s Kat?” Clement tried not to look like he was struggling. “I haven’t heard from her lately.”
Even from his position a few feet behind Alen, he can see his brother’s fists clench.
When the man spoke, his voice was carefully controlled. “Katarina is indisposed.”
They spent the rest of the walk in silence.
DECEMBER 31ST, 2022 :: FOURTH FLOOR GUEST BEDROOM
He wasn’t allowed to see his mother yet. Being confined to his bedroom wasn’t a new thing for him, but he had hoped it would stop once he no longer lived at the house. Instead, he was just confined to a guest bedroom. There were other places he’d rather be on New Years Eve. Any place but here, really.
Two more hours passed. Every time he had opened the door one of the staff would step in front of him. It was never outright stated that he wasn’t allowed to leave, but he could take a hint, and after the first while he didn’t see a point in doing anything to resist.
By the time he had been there for an hour he was already bored out of his mind. He had written a letter to Freya, and then one to Kat. He tucked them away to send later, when his windows were no longer figuratively barred. Another half an hour went by before he resorted to writing a letter to Helena as well.
At 3 o’clock, four hours since he had first arrived, there was a knock. One of the staff gave him some food. His nerves kept him from eating a single bite.
By 5 o’clock, he was fed up. This was ridiculous. He had been asked to come home and now here he was, stuck in his room like a prisoner or a misbehaving little kid. He hated them. He wished he hated him. He hated how they could call him here and then ignore him, he hated how they always ignored him, he hated how he could say whatever he wanted when they were gone but lose his voice upon sight. Most of all, he hated how they despised him, but he could never bring himself to feel the same way.
JANUARY 1ST, 2023 :: KINGSTON MANOR
One minute past midnight according to his watch. Alone in his room. There were flashes of light, of colour, outside the window, but he stayed on the bed. The last knock was eight hours ago. He closed his eyes, knowing he’d need rest to face his parents tomorrow. Happy New Years. He wondered what Jack was doing.
JANUARY 1ST, 2023 :: SECOND FLOOR DINING ROOM
She was late. Again. The house eleves offered him food but he turned them all away, his stomach twisting too much to keep anything down. The last time he saw his mother was the end of the summer and even then she had barely acknowledged him. There was the dinner with the Fraziers– the disaster that was– but the last time his mother had spoken to him, and just him, was when she had confronted him about Freya afterwards. His cheek stings at the memory. There’s still a mark from her ring.
Needless to say, they hadn’t parted on good terms. He didn’t even know if Amedea Pais had ‘good terms’, especially with her youngest son.
The door opened and his heart jumped to his throat.
His mother swept into the room without so much as a greeting, taking a seat at the head of the table despite her son being stationed halfway down it. He had to turn to face her. Only once she was sitting did she look at him. Her gaze was cold. He shrunk back against his chair.
“You know why you are here.” She went straight to the point. “Your father and I are considering legal disownment for you.” She paused. He still couldn’t speak. Hearing his brother tell him that was one thing, but the words actually coming out of his mother’s mouth made him freeze. When it was obvious he wasn’t going to speak, she continued. “You are aware of what that means?”
He nodded. She explained it anyway.
“All inheritance will go directly to Alen and Russel. Anything that may become of you will no longer be of our concern. We will have no legal connection to you.”
Clement already knew all this, but his throat was too tight to speak. Something about his mother’s presence struck fear through him.
“Well?” she sounded impatient and he frowned, staring at the table. If he looked at her he wouldn’t be able to respond. “Defend yourself.”
Clement swallowed. He had thought of reasons on the train, reasons they shouldn’t do this to him, but now that he was faced with actually putting them to use, his mind was blank.
“Family image,” he stated, then swallowed again, his voice coming out dry. “It would be bad for–“
“We have considered that,” she cuts him off and he falls silent immediately. Normally he liked being quiet, like not having to speak, but he didn’t like this. He liked control, he needed control, but he wasn’t in control now. He was just a kid getting scolded by his mother. “We were hoping you would have some new insight.”
“Name,” he blurted out, lacking his usual calm, carefully worded sentences. “I’ll have your last name still and if I–“
“Again, already considered.” She almost sounded like she pitied him, but not because of what she was doing to him– it was the the sort of pity someone would feel for a small child who was struggling to understand why they weren’t allowed to do something. The type of pity one would feel for someone far more simple minded. “It’s a shame you are not a Ravenclaw like your brothers. They could provide reasons. I had hoped none of my children would end up stupid.”
The words weren’t new or especially creative, and he’d heard them hundreds of times before, but they still stung. It was obvious she just wanted to insult him now. His face burned as he shrunk further back into his chair. He could feel her eyes on him for another few seconds, examining him for something– whether it was weakness or resistance he wasn’t sure, but she didn’t seem satisfied with what she found.
“If that is all–“
“Useful! I can be useful.” He didn’t know what he was trying to do now, but he was sure if she left the room his fate would be sealed. It worked. She paused.
“Go on.”
Clement licked his lips, knowing now might be his only chance. He was well aware his next words could prove dangerous for him, but he didn’t know what else there was to do. Without his money, without his family– he was nothing.
Jack’s words came to mind all of a sudden, the reassurance he had been given during that last night they had spent together, sharing secrets. Jack had liked him for something else, something his mother couldn’t take from him. The memories strengthened his resolve. Jack hadn’t liked him for his money, but now– now Jack didn’t even like him at all.
“Anything you want,” he responded finally. His mother’s smile unnerved him. He had never seen her smile at him before. He thought of Avalon suddenly, of how the woman at the table with him was directly responsible for her parents’ deaths. He thought of Freya, who his parents hated and finally had enough leverage to get him to stay away from her. There was Helena, too, who his parents actually liked despite her house. She wouldn’t like him without money. He was sure of that. There was no doubt in his mind that she would want him to do whatever he could.
Did he even have friends other than them? He blanked. Jack didn’t like him, and Clement wasn’t sure if they had been friends in the first place. It was as though he had gone straight from barely knowing the boy to falling–
No, he didn’t need those thoughts now.
Helena wasn’t his friend either. He had made that clear even if part of him was beginning to reconsider. No matter what way he looked at it, there was nothing or no one– he tried not to think about Freya and his feelings for her– worth losing his money over.
He turned to face his mother fully and repeated himself. “I’ll do anything you want.”
enter sandman || jesse
It didn’t seem right for a son of the god of dreams to be unable to sleep.
if things were different // self-para.
The sun was beginning to set and although the skies were clear, it was still breezy out and Lex found himself shivering slightly as he sat in front of his father’s grave. Lex had been there since ten in the morning, having spent most of his time talking to himself or just thinking. Lex hadn’t realized how long he had been there, mostly since he didn’t really care. It was a Sunday, and he had no plans to be anywhere else. He had promised himself that even despite what his father had done to him, he would stop by every Father’s Day and only think about the good memories that he had with his dad. So far he had kept up with this annual promise, but most of the time, instead of thinking of his fifth birthday, he would end up thinking about how he could have prevented all the bad things that had happened with his family.
Lexington had been deep into thought when he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket and saw that Augustus had texted him, asking where and how he was. Lex immediately responded and bit his lip, playing with the electronic device in his hands. “That was Augustus.” He spoke for the first time in a couple of hours. “You’ve met him before, but… I don’t think you would have remembered. And if you did, well… It wouldn’t have been a good memory for you.” Lex paused and took a deep breath. “I think… I think if things had been different and you met him… I really think you would have liked him. He’s actually… He’s actually my boyfriend now and, well… I know you wouldn’t have accepted me being gay, even sober, but… I know you would have eventually tolerated it. Especially after meeting Augustus. He’s been… He’s been amazing to me, ever since we met actually, and… And I love him. Even after everything that happened with you and Mom… Even after I had been given all the reasons to stop believing in love and happiness… I just… I was capable of loving again. He’s the reason that I’m still here and happy. I think sober you would have found yourself adoring him, just as I do. He saved me from myself, and I really wish you could have had met him properly as you had with Amelia and Kyle.” Lex frowned down at the phone in his hands as he recalled the first time that Augustus had seen his dad. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” he started up again, feeling the need to explain himself. “Because of him, my entire outlook on life has changed. He reminded me of the good in people and I learned how to forgive and forget. He’s brought so much light into my life, it’s unbelievable. He means so much to me, Dad, and… He may not even feel the same way about me that I do about him, but it doesn’t matter, because with him… With him, I feel all those warm feelings that I had thought I lost when Mom left… He makes me feel human again. Sometimes I even feel like nothing can hurt me anymore and I think… I think that’s good enough for now. He doesn’t love me, but he taught me how to love again and that’s more than I thought possible for myself. He’s my sun, dad. I think you’d appreciate everything he’s done for me.” Lex had suddenly realized that he started crying and he quickly wiped the tears away with the palm of his hand. “He’ll be here in a bit to pick me up, so I guess I should stop talking before he arrives and thinks it’s odd that I’m talking to my dead father,” Lex chuckled awkwardly. “But god, sometimes I just wish you could have met him for real when you were still, well… When you were still you.” Lex smiled sadly at his father’s grave and hugged his legs to himself, shutting his eyes and waiting for Augustus to arrive.