Next, you have to go out back and pull the sore tooth out of our angry alligator. Later that night, the man comes back to the bartender absolutely hammered drunk.
Teary eyed and near the point of fainting, the man finishes the gallon and slams it on the counter. Stunned, the bartender leads him out back to the alligator. A few minutes pass, and after a bunch of screaming and clatter, the man stumbles back in. His shirt is torn up and his body is bleeding profusely.
I could name every player in the NFL. He wanted speed and accuracy. He showed me how to use my hips to get extra power. But I started to notice a pattern. The yelling would get louder and louder until it suddenly stopped. The next morning my mother would have bruises or fractures or missing teeth. But I knew what was happening. And for years I had this rage building inside of me. Then one night, I finally took off my headphones.
I went downstairs and caught him in the act. I ripped the phone off the kitchen wall and threw it as hard as I could at his head. Right through the tire hole. He woke up on the floor, called me a terrible daughter, and never touched my mother again. An Aquarius and I were out in a balcony, and we talked about his girl, and he laughed. An Aries messaged me some type of shit at night complaining about his girl.
Message: How can she expect me to change when all she does is belittle me, treat me like a fucking kid. She always yells and every time we try to talk, she always fucking picks on me. I hate it, man.. I took the phone away from him.. A Capricorn let out a sigh as his girlfriend as she passed by our way, and looked at me. I looked back at his girlfriend and noticed her mean mugging me. I quickly turned back to the screen.
How things should just be enjoyed in the moment. You just really have to be there, be supportive. When clearly he was being petty himself not too long ago when she called him.. She always comes back to you in a very painful way.. A Scorpio laughed at me for being too emotional at a party. There are alot of girls here just waiting to get dicked down, man. I just think too much.. Told me to just forget the whole conversation and changed the subject to the game.
Should I say it? Should I tell her, or let it run its course? What do you think? This objectifies lesbian and bisexual women by implying our sexual orientation is nothing more than sexy diversion ripe for the male gaze.
Two are straight. Lesbian, bisexual, and pansexual women are not sex toys. We are people. Valid Criticism is not an attack. This is about how we allow ourselves to be represented. You are not an object, and you deserve better than this reappropriative drivel. Both of you slightly intoxicated, the backseat could get a little heated. I rolled my eyes and gave him a look which caused him to laugh harder. As the cold air whipped itself around me, I wrapped my jacket around me tighter, pushing my hands in the pockets.
Keep reading. Originally posted by p-eachdaniel. You walk closer and the smell of alcohol assaults your nostrils. You scrunch up your nose while helping Jaemin come inside. You struggle to hold him and sling his arm around your shoulder, trying your best to lead him towards his bedroom so he can rest but with him constantly tripping on his feet, the couch is as far as you manage to take him. You fling him onto the couch, a little too harshly out of annoyance, and the male sprawls out, giggling drunkenly.
With both arms resting on your lips, you watch as he sits up. Jaemin looks up at you, watches you for five quiet second before a wide grin spreads across his lips. Can I buy you a drink? You scoff at how actually drunk he is. And once you get the water, you see that Jaemin had followed you, now leaning against the doorframe with his infamous player smile. You start to get lowkey amused at how unaware he is of your relationship in this state.
By then, his face is completely flushed red, even sweating a little. You notice and bend down to his level, helping him take off the thick jacket. Why are you hitting on me? Another chuckle leaves your lips as you nod at him. Your arms circle around his neck while he holds you close by the waste. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, giggling to himself. But the fact that it tickles you only makes him cheekier as he holds you closer to himself and leaves little pecks all over your face as well.
Word counting: 1. You are all beautiful just the way you are. Although he was drunk too, he was walking ahead of you confidently and protectively. You on the other hand, felt completely dizzy and sick. All the voices had merged into one. You obliged and followed in that direction, stumbling through people. Just lean on me and please try not to fall over okay? The realization made your heart flutter and you smiled. He nudged your leg forward and you kept your foot on the first step. There was a couple coming down the steps and Roger made you stop so they could pass.
You stumbled forward, losing your balance and Roger quickly put his arm around you. He then took you towards a room. You found your way to a bed and immediately fell on it, passing out as soon as your head hit the pillow. The next morning was a struggle.
You woke up next to another passed out girl and for the slightest moments of panic, you thought you had hooked up with her. He passed you a pill and you quickly swallowed it with water. Roger looked at you as you almost immediately passed out.
Your eyeliner was completely smudged, from all the crying. Your lipstick, from all the kissing. But your hair was perfectly in place, it probably had been done by Mary. He thought about how you had come to the diner and how long you would have waited for him before giving up. He felt like shit. Roger nodded and went out, closing the door behind him as he got one last look at you and your sleeping form.
I like that a lot. You were dressed for the brunch and looked around your trailer. Maybe you should take Freddie up on his offer to live in his place, you anyways spent all your time there anyway. It would save on your rent and the embarrassment you felt, but it would also ruin your privacy and theirs. You then headed to the address Freddie had told you the lunch was at.
You were meeting the boys and with one of their producers. You wore a short yellow dress that ended just above your knees and a polka dot headband sat across your hair. You felt like crap but at least you could look cute.