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I can’t understand why y’all Workship Harry styles so much?? Like he is a nice person, a very talented musician and has great style but like him that’s plenty of people and just the fact that people see him as someone so committed to a lgbtqia+ causes when I don’t even saw him speak about it is so strange, let alone the people who says that he is the only one that represents the “feminines boys” because of the fact that he wears clothing that usually are say it to be “women’s clothing” is not very okay because when jaden smith ( a black man ) do this y’all come say that he is stupid and that he shouldn’t be doing this, and many cases that black men actually represents something y’all don’t even pay attention wtf??
my wedding outfit
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If you decide to protest but are worried about violence or police:
Bring water and Dawn dish detergent in a bottle. Dawn breaks down oils from pepper spray.
Milk cools the burns, but it does not take away the oil residue.
Don’t wear any oil based products. Tear gas and pepper spray will cling to it.
Cover your tattoos. Cover non-normal hair colors. Nothing identifiable should be seen. Blur them in videos. Protect each other.
Soak several bandanas in water and keep them in water. When they start with the gas put one on a keep replacing them periodically. It will soak up and dilute the gas before it hits your skin.
Swimming goggles can protect your eyes.
Put a passcode on your phone. Take off Face ID and fingerprints. Police can get these from you and search your phone.
No face. No case. Cover up. Blur them out of your videos. Protect each other.
If they bring out fire hoses and you can’t get away without being seen, stay low, roll into a ball and keep your back towards it.
Download an app called Signal. It encrypts messages and allows you to communicate with friends. It deletes everything after some time.
Don’t post on social media. Cops will track location and time stamps.
Remember to disable location services on every app. Most apps run location as a back ground service.
Don’t turn airplane mode on so you can keep communicating.
Write the number of the ACLU or a local lawyer that supports protesting on your skin. No one else’s number should be written down.
Lock your phone when filming and taking pictures.
Erase the metadata from your photos by screenshotting pictures. Never post your originals.
Stay safe
Sensitive Black Boy Playlist
Maxwell - Pretty Wings
Bruno Mars - Talking to the Moon
Michael Jackson - Human Nature
Drake - Redemption
Miguel - Adorn
John Legend - Overload
Chance the Rapper - Cocoa Butter Kisses
Phony Ppl - Why iii Love the Moon
Daniel Caesar - Get You
Elhae - Situations
Yo Trane - High Off You
Usher - Climax
Frank Ocean - Forrest Gump
Michael Jackson - It’s the Falling In Love
D.R.A.M. - Caretaker ft. SZA
Stormzy - First Things First
Tupac - Changes
OutKast - Ms. Jackson
Kid Cudi - Don’t Play This Song
Childish Gambino - All the Shine
Jay Z - Song Cry
Ja Rule - I Cry
Sensitive Black Boy Playlist
Maxwell - Pretty Wings
Bruno Mars - Talking to the Moon
Michael Jackson - Human Nature
Drake - Redemption
Miguel - Adorn
John Legend - Overload
Chance the Rapper - Cocoa Butter Kisses
Phony Ppl - Why iii Love the Moon
Daniel Caesar - Get You
Elhae - Situations
Yo Trane - High Off You
Usher - Climax
Frank Ocean - Forrest Gump
Michael Jackson - It’s the Falling In Love
D.R.A.M. - Caretaker ft. SZA
Stormzy - First Things First
Tupac - Changes
OutKast - Ms. Jackson
Kid Cudi - Don’t Play This Song
Childish Gambino - All the Shine
Jay Z - Song Cry
Ja Rule - I Cry
Scott Camaran. August 2013
The Nouveau Bad Boy. SCOTT CAMARAN by Patrycja Toczyńska. NOV 2015.
Leather jackets and bad attitudes.
The Nouveau Bad Boy. SCOTT CAMARAN by Patrycja Toczyńska. NOV 2015.
Scott Camaran. Digital Update at MAJOR model management NY
November 2015.
Scott Camaran by Benjamin Rosser
Scott Camaran by Benjamin Rosser
Stomach Punching Between Twinks & Daddies. Would love to find a 6-pack boy in Virginia 18-25 who likes to be punched in the stomach and it is intense to them. Or, just a hot boy who is curious about it and wants to explore gut punching. If you in Stafford, Fredericksburg, Northern VA, or Richmond HMU.
Stomach Punching Between Twinks & Daddies. Would love to find a 6-pack boy in Virginia 18-25 who likes to be punched in the stomach and it is intense to them. Or, just a hot boy who is curious about it and wants to explore gut punching. If you in Stafford, Fredericksburg, Northern VA, or Richmond HMU.
Virginia Daddy (45) Seeks Hairless, Skinny Twink Boy (18-24) Near Fredericksburg for Stomach Punching & Wrestling.
Would love to find a boy in Virginia 18-25 who likes to be punched in the stomach and they find it intense or interesting. Or, just a fit boy who is curious about it and wants to explore gut punching and other things. Let me know and send me a message.
Mine | Yoongi x Black male OC
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ~ 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄
slight fluff, an age gap, and neighbors sharing a nonsexual intimate moment, and kissing.
𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬
We were in Yoongi's bed. Me on top of him.
Yoongi was gentle and careful with his hand as he rested it on the back of my neck. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Direct eye contact is challenging. He could read me so clearly. That's what I hate most about him. And I couldn't read him. He carried the weight of so many secrets. He laughed.
"Relax." He said.
"How can I, when you're this close?"
He clicked his tongue. His forehead was against mine. I could smell aftershave and cigarettes.
"Should I put space between us?" he whispered.
Having just drawn his lips into a half smile, he was about to pull away. As I gripped his shirt, he stayed close to me. The only other human-to-human contact I ever had was with my mother and little sister. So this was something different. This was something I wanted more of from the man living across from us in apartment 42B.
"No," I whispered back. "This is fine. You're fine."
Yoongi's eyes searched inside me. Could he see the small boy behind my eyes staring back at him?
"Everything," he said. "I want to know everything about you."
And my heart beats wildly in my chest at his words. I barely stepped foot into adulthood and there is a man interested in me. In me. My eyes searched his eyes for the truth. A glint of truth was hidden in his black irises. Yoongi's thumb rubs the back of my neck in a soothing circular motion.
"I'm nothing special, Yoongi."
"You are to me," he continued. "Let me in, let me see what you don't show others."
My body buzzes. The vibrations of his voice shook me to the core. Let me see what you don't show others. I breathe deeply. That meant showing him the Demetrius I hid from my mother, grandparents, school kids, and my dad. Yoongi waits for me to say something. I liked how he stared at me like I was meant for him. Maybe I was. Maybe I really was. But could I let him in without pushing him away once things got too real? I saw how my parents loved each other, how the love died, then sparked back to life only to die again, Their love never alive again. It was the end of them. The end of me.
"God, you sound cheesy." I laughed. "Cheesy in a good way."
Yoongi chuckled, his whole body shaking. "Wow, okay." His eyes drop to my lips. "Can I?"
"Can you what?"
"Kiss you?" Yoongi's eyes return to mine.
"I, uh...I never kissed anyone before."
I didn't want to mention how I was kissed by my second cousin before I even knew she was my cousin. So I never counted her as my first kiss or as kissing anyone.
"Just do what feels natural. We can stop anytime you feel uncomfortable-"
I kissed Yoongi. I kissed him. My lips moved against his. I'm clumsy and sloppy, but he didn't seem to mind. His lips were soft and warm, and I felt a wave of warmth wash over me. I didn't want this to end. Yoongi, he's the perfect kisser. He kisses me with care but with a sense of urgency like he needed to enjoy our kiss before I changed my mind before things got too good. But I wasn't going to change my mind. His mouth tasted of whiskey and it's strange how I felt like I was in heaven Just from his kiss. Do you feel the same, Yoongi? My fingers tangled in his black hair. His hands found their way to my waist. The rhythm. The sound of us kissing is like music to our ears. Our heartbeat syncing as one.
Yoongi needs to breathe. He pulled away smiling, squeezing my waist. He stared up at me and a sliver of sunlight caught his dark brown eyes, melting them into honey. I felt my heart skip a beat. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against mine lightly. His breath was warm and inviting.
"That was something, wasn't it?" he said, out of breath.
I nodded trying to catch my own. Now that I've kissed him, I want more. And Yoongi could clearly see that.
"Before we kiss again. Tell me something."
"Like?"
He shrugged. "Like anything."
So I thought, and I thought and I told him about my mother and the fight we had last night. Because her shitty boyfriend was a no-good thug. I knew why he only came around and that was to have sex with my mother. He doesn't pay my little sister any mind, and he treats her like she isn't his. My mother forces him to buy her clothes and food, but he says that's my job as a man because I was her older brother.
Now I felt like I killed the mood with Yoongi talking about my home life, but when he said, "He's a dick. You shouldn't have to step in and play her father. She's your sister, not your daughter."
And Yoongi was right.
"I know. But what can I do? I'm her older brother, so it's my job to look after her. I take care of her more than my mother does. So I'm like both mother and father to her."
"And I'm sure your lil sis appreciates everything you do for her, Demetrius. I'm an only child, so I can't relate to having someone to look after. But I know the responsibility is a lot and you manage it so damn well, love."
"I do the best I can."
"That's all you can do. As long as you know you're doing your best, that'll keep you going."
I tear up and say, "Some days I don't feel like I should keep going. I just want to give up."
"And that's okay. You are human, you are still young and can only take on so much."
This was the first time I had been so open with anyone. To be able to speak freely without being interrupted and validated.
And like before, I kissed him. This time I took it slow. I felt him smile against my lips. It felt magical kissing him. Soon every bit of him would become me. I would inherit his mannerisms. Eventually, I would pick up on any lingo he uses, blending it into my speech. I'll wear his oversized T-shirt when I spend the night. He'll make room on his bathroom counter for my things and even give me a toothbrush next to his. I'm thinking ahead. Too far ahead to see us at the altar saying our vows. Oh, Demetrius, you're just a foolish kid head over heels in love with the man from apartment 42B.
Author's note: This was an intro to a yoongi fanfic i was going to write on wattpad but never went through with it. so I turned it into a one-shot. If anyone is interested in their story I don't mind writing their story here on Tumblr.