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also i was finally getting over him and then i read that shit !!!! guess I'm always gonna want him 🙄😭🤣
🤣🤣🤣 I think I’m at the point where the idea and fantasy of hooking up with old kells is still hott AF , but current kells just ain’t doing it for me between constant drama, going full Hollywood, and those black out tattoos 🤦🏻♀️
I was actually watching old music videos today and ‘hold on ,shut up’ video came on and I was like “oooh 🥵 wait, maybe I’m still into this man” but then I remembered the reality we live in today lol
The way I just giggled and kicked my feet reading that 😭😭 the man has done absolutely everything and I love it. Like the guy annoys tf out of me but it doesint mean I’m not interested in his past sexual experiences🤣 u know when he wants to he could be a god in the bedroom. I would buy his sex tape lmao. He’s fr the biggest tease
He’s always said he liked GIVING golden showers and Im sure if you scrolled back until the end of time i remember saying somewhere I would think it was hotter if he enjoyed getting Golden showers and like really wanted it…. Well imagine my excitement reading about him begging for it and lapping it up 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦
By popular request...Colson on the RECEIVING end of a golden shower. Why am I nervous to post this?! AHHHH. Here. Logging off now.
You were curled up on the couch downstairs watching a show and dozing off, bored. It was day 2 of your period, which was the absolute worst. You’d woken up before Colson due to cramps, and you’d been up for hours without him. You were feeling needy and you were missing him.
You decided to go upstairs and go back to bed with him if he was still sleeping. You went upstairs and let yourself into your shared bedroom, walking down the small hallway to where the bed was. You paused, stumbling a little. “Oh,” you said.
Colson was in bed, phone in hand, hand occupied. He looked at you, eyes widening. “Shit!” he said, accidentally dropping his phone to the floor. Your eyes darted down, catching the video that was playing. Your cheeks burned red at the sight, but you couldn’t look away.
On the screen, there was a man kneeling in a bathtub. The woman above him was giving him a golden shower. Your eyes widened slightly; you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Colson scrambled to pick up his phone and shut off the video. He tossed his phone on the nightstand and ran his hands through his messy hair. He looked at you sheepishly. “Sorry, baby,” he said remorsefully.
You frowned, confused. “Why?” you asked, still frozen in place.
Colson sighed. “I don’t know. I was jerking off.” He shrugged, looking guilty.
“I don’t care,” you insisted, shaking your head. You finally found the ability to move and you climbed into bed beside him. “You know what week it is.” Colson was always down for period sex, but you always turned him down for the first few days. “I don’t mind if you get yourself off. I do it, too.”
Colson looked over at you, anxiety in his eyes. You could tell he wanted to ask if you’d seen it, but he didn’t. You lay on your side, facing him, but you didn’t look at him. You felt too bashful. “Are you…are you really into that?” you asked quietly, picking at a thread on the comforter.
“Wouldn’t have been watching it if I wasn’t.” Colson laughed softly.
“I just thought you were only into giving,” you replied.
“Usually I am,” he said. “I’ve never been on the receiving end before. But I stumbled on a video and, I don’t know.”
You could tell he was embarrassed, so you dropped it, opting to snuggle up to him and put your hand on his stomach. “Let me finish you off, baby,” you said.
Colson leaned in closer, kissing you. “If you’re offering.” You giggled and descended beneath the sheets.
* * *
A couple of weeks had passed and you’d forgotten about what you walked into in the chaos of work and life. You knew Colson had many kinks, some he only really liked to watch and not reenact.
You were sitting on the couch on your laptop when Colson entered the room, hovering somewhat awkwardly in the doorway. You looked over, raising a brow. “Babe?” you questioned.
“Hey,” he said, twisting one of his rings. He was nervous.
You grinned a little. “Are you okay?” you asked.
Colson walked over to you then, dropping onto the couch beside you. He sighed as if he was dealing with some deeply troubling internal struggle, and after a moment, he let his head drop to your shoulder. You chuckled and closed your laptop, setting it on the couch beside you. “Penny for your thoughts, babe?”
“Y/n,” he whined, burying his face against your shoulder. “I’m about to ask for something and I’m not sure what you’ll say.”
“When have I ever said no to sex with you, aside from when I’m on my period?” you asked.
“Not that,” he said. “Well…kind of that. But more than that.”
“Spit it out, Kells,” you laughed, gripping his hair to lift his head from your shoulder. “What is it, babe? It’s me. Just ask!”
“Fine,” Colson said. His cheeks were red but he looked earnest. “Baby…I really want you to give me a golden shower.”
You blinked. “Oh,” you said, your exact reaction to walking in on him watching porn of the same subject.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Colson said, pushing a hand through his hair. He got off the couch, pacing a little. “Just you, above me, god.” He bit his lip and turned to face you. “I don’t even know why, but it’s so fucking hot and I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Your eyes dropped to where his gray sweatpants were tented and your eyes widened. “Holy shit. You really want this, don’t you?” you asked.
Colson dropped to his knees before you. “Please, y/n. Please.” He put his palms together pleadingly. His blue eyes were so sincere. “I know it’s kind of weird, but I need it, baby.”
You had never seen Colson like this before, nowhere even close. He’d asked you to try things with him, sure, but this was a new level. He’d used the word need, for fuck’s sake.
You swallowed. The thought of it embarrassed you a little, but Colson’s pure want was doing something weird to your lower stomach and between your legs. “You really want it?” you asked quietly.
“More than anything,” Colson said, holding eye contact with you.
You sighed and leaned forward, cupping his face in your hands. You kissed his lips softly. “I love you,” you said. “And I’ll do anything for you. Of course I will, baby.”
Colson’s eyes brightened and his hands came up to cover yours. “Wait, really?” he asked, a kid in a candy store.
“Yeah,” you said, laughing as Colson climbed on top of you, wrapping you up in a bear hug. “Colson!” you squealed.
“I fucking love you,” he muttered into your neck.
“I love you, too,” you giggled, shaking your head. Ridiculous. The things you did for this man.
* * *
Colson purchased an expensive bottle of wine, and the following night, he poured two large glasses. You eyed the glass, eyes widening a little. He’d already had you drinking water all day to prepare for the night. “Do you want me to piss myself?” you asked.
Colson looked up from where he stood at the island in the kitchen, eyes glazing over a little. “Would you?”
“Colson-”
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “Not what we’re doing tonight. But in the future…maybe.”
You shook your head, laughing. “God, just when I think I know you, you surprise me,” you said, reaching for your glass. You took a long swig of wine, sighing. It was delicious.
Colson took a long sip, too, dark eyes wandering the length of your body. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he asked, voice husky.
You bit your lip, leaning over the counter so your cleavage was on display. Colson’s eyes immediately dropped there. “I know,” you said with a smirk.
“Come here,” Colson said. You rounded the counter and set your wine glass down, sliding your hands over Colson’s shoulders as his found your waist. He pulled you in close, kissing your forehead. One of his big hands slowly slid to your lower stomach. “Gotta go yet?”
“I’ve been peeing every twenty minutes for the past hour,” you chuckled. “All that water you forced on me.” You looked up at Colson as you felt a bulge growing slowly in his pants.
“Finish your wine,” he insisted, mouth on yours. You let your eyes close as his tongue found its way into your mouth, teasing you. You let out a shaky breath as he pulled back, picking up his own glass. You swallowed hard and lifted your glass, taking another long drink.
“You never answered my question,” he said, dark eyes dropping to your chest and then your stomach.
“Yes, I have to go,” you said, crossing your legs. “Like I said, every twenty minutes, and it’s been at least thirty.”
“Good,” he said, and you weren’t sure his voice could get any lower. You tipped back your wine glass as Colson dropped to his knees again, hands on your waist as he kissed your stomach. Big hands went to your ass, pulling you closer as he kissed down your thigh before lifting it over his shoulder. He pushed your dress out of the way.
You watched him after another drink, your breathing becoming labored as he pressed kisses to your inner thigh. He was taking his time to tease you, straight teeth grazing against your sensitive flesh. One long finger tucked your panties to the side and he drew his tongue over you. He moaned at your taste and looked up at you. “You’re wet,” he rasped. “You like the idea of pissing on me, baby?”
Your cheeks reddened and you swallowed hard, busying yourself with another gulp of wine. “Seeing you turned on turns me on,” you explained.
Colson smirked. “Fair,” he murmured, then refocused his attention to your clit, licking it gently.
“Fuck,” you hissed, head falling back as Colson teased you, tongue swiping over your clit and dipping into your entrance to get a better taste. By the time your wine glass was empty, you were panting. “Cols-”
Colson stood up and finished off his own wine, looking down at you. His hand slid back to your stomach and this time, you winced. The wine had gone straight through you. “Mm. I think you’re ready, huh?” he murmured. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.”
He took your hand and you followed him up the stairs to the bedroom and then into the bathroom where the huge jacuzzi tub was. Nerves churned in your stomach as your eyes landed on the tub. Could you do this? It was what Colson wanted - no, needed.
Colson slowly began to take off his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He stroked himself a bit as he eyed you. “Get naked, baby,” he encouraged you as he climbed into the tub. You nodded, swallowing hard, and began to undress. “Now come here. Good girl,” he said as you stepped carefully into the bathtub.
Colson dropped to his knees before you, his queen. He looked up at you and pushed his own hair back, biting his lip. “Are you sure this is okay?” he asked, insecurity flickering in his eyes for a moment.
After that huge glass of wine, you were feeling pleasantly buzzed, and you weren’t as nervous. Plus, you really had to pee.
“Of course,” you said, stroking his cheek. For once, you felt like the dominant one, standing over Colson while he was on his knees, looking up at you pleadingly. “You want it, baby?” you asked, starting to feel more confident.
“Please,” Colson breathed, hands all over your hips, your waist, your thighs. He couldn’t keep them off you. He lifted one of your legs, placing your foot on the ledge of the bathtub. He reached between your legs, rubbing slow circles into your clit.
“Fuck,” you sighed, closing your eyes. Your head tipped back slightly, and then you reached out and gripped his hair tightly. “Open your mouth. Tip your head back,” you demanded.
“Shit,” Colson breathed, looking at you like you were an angel. “Yes ma’am.” He licked his lips and then tilted his head back, opening his mouth for you.
You bit your lip and held his head in place, closing your eyes. It took a second to get started, but Colson’s deep moan when it did was enough to force your eyes open to look down at him. He was in absolute bliss, eyes closed and mouth open as his face began to drip with your release. One of his big hands went to feel his chest as it got wet and he moaned again, his other hand gripping your ass.
You tilted your hips upwards and watched in shock, feeling almost out of your own body. There was a lot inside you, and Colson was loving every second, shaking his head a little as it streamed over his face and down his body. He reached out a hand and pressed against your stomach, causing you to gasp and hunch over a little as desperation shot through you. “Colson,” you said, but it came out more like a moan.
As your stream slowed to a stop, Colson’s eyes opened. He was panting as he looked up at you in awe. “Jesus Christ, baby,” he groaned. “You’re fucking perfect.” With that, he gripped your ass and pulled your pussy right to his mouth, moaning as he began to eat you out with more passion than you’d ever seen.
“Oh fuck,” you whined, head falling back as your hands found his hair. “Colson-” He was ruthless in the way he pleased you, tongue circling and sucking at your clit almost frantically. You were already so turned on from the kitchen that it wasn’t long before your legs were shaking, knees threatening to buckle. “I’m gonna come-”
Colson moaned against you and pulled you closer, slipping two fingers inside of you to curl them quickly against your g-spot. You cried out, hips jerking forward as you came hard, Colson’s name falling from your lips.
Once he was satisfied with his work, Colson got to his feet and let out a breath, pushing his hair back. “You. Are. Perfect,” he said, leaning down for a kiss.
You dodged him, hand going to his chest. “Can we shower first?” you asked.
Colson chuckled. “Sure, but I’m definitely fucking your brains out in the shower.”
“Deal,” you said.
Colson had barely rinsed the suds off his face in the shower before he was kissing you, hands cupping your cheeks as he backed you against the wall. You moaned at the sheer force of the kiss, hands going to Colson’s waist. He flipped you around quickly and pulled your hips back so your back was arched. His dick slid easily inside of you and you moaned, a shiver rolling down your spine.
“So fucking good to me,” Colson gritted as he began to fuck you hard, his hips slapping against your ass. Your hands slipped on the wall as you bent, jaw slack with pleasure. “You have no idea how sexy you are, y/n, fuck,” he moaned.
You were speechless as he fucked you hard, so hard it took your breath away. You were helpless to do anything but take it, hoping your legs didn’t give out when you came.
“Shit, not gonna last,” Colson gasped, yanking your hair to pull your back to his front, one of his hands squeezing your breast as the other went between your legs. He was using you and it was making you wetter by the second, legs shaking.
“Close-” was all you managed, head tipped back against Colson’s chest.
“Fuuuuuck, come with me,” Colson demanded, and you did, your walls tightening around him as he came hard inside of you, your moans mingling in the steam of the shower.
Afterwards, the two of you panted, Colson’s arms still around you from behind. He kissed your head and gave you a squeeze. “Jesus, y/n, I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too,” you breathed, absolutely exhausted.
The two of you finished showering and Colson wrapped you in a fluffy towel. He leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. You smiled up at him for a second, but then your smile dropped. “Shit, I have to pee again already,” you said.
“You could-”
“Alright, honey, that’s enough piss kink for you tonight,” you said with a laugh, walking over to the toilet.
“Aw, you’re no fun,” Colson pouted. You rolled your eyes and grinned, knowing that, without a doubt, you would do absolutely anything that this boy wanted you to.
Since we’re all horny over the news of kells drinking piss. I thought I’d bring this back! 🥵🥵🥵 I’m not saying Gracie manifest this but Gracie manifest this 🤣
in the podcast with the pornstar girl she said she went to his house and he opened the door and he was wearing fancy shoes and she said why are you wearing those, you're in your house and she said he got so insecure and kept changing his outfit and then he cried and told her he doesn't trust pretty girls 😭😭😭 that's so sad to me idk. I feel like he's had bad luck with his relationships. I want to hug him
At this point I don’t trust pretty girls either. Damn 😢
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😮 I’m sorry but he was good enough when he cheated on Sommer to be with her, he was good enough when she saw his drug and alcohol use, he was good enough when she pretended to do coke off of him, he was good enough when he refused to have a relationship with her husband, he was good enough when he let her ignore her kids for months on end to tour with him but all of a sudden bc he cheated bc he did the thing he has been doing right in front of her face for the last 4 yrs he isint good enough to have the same name as the baby???
… the solo pregnancy pics, colson never doing his own announcement, Colson getting pissed when acknowledging its existence, the “not ur baby” perfume pic and now not giving the baby his last name seems kind of suspicious. Like that’s a lot of suspicious activity going on
Now we see why Colson, the crew and everyone he knows is ignoring her. Now we know why he’s so pissed off about it. It all makes sense. Not giving the kid his name is a slap in the face to him. Dude needs to do a dna test asap bc to go so far as to not give the kid his last name just bc he cheated?? I hope he raises it in Cleveland without her unstable ass to dictate his every move
Honestly I’m just hoping it’s not his. I know that will be rough AF for him to find out but it’s his best chance at a normal life and putting all this behind him and have HER be the one that looks stupid for once
'Heck, even married'—God forbid. But at this point, it wouldn't matter much. You can divorce a partner, but you can't fully separate from your children or completely break away from the other parent. For someone soooo against social norms, getting married now, or when the child is under five, with the father, would seem too forced and conventional.
Exactly, and if I was him, I would be holding resentment or definitely side eyeing her if she now is suggesting or is on board with getting married to me. Like he did that whole romantic, intimate proposal and designed the ring with a personal meaning all for her to never wear it, shy or laugh whenever people would refer to her as his wife and reveal later that marriage isn't for her.
It was like this was just a test she placed on him to see how far he would go and how whipped she had him. On the other hand, he probably proposed to her not fully thinking about it or what it entailed and was secretly relieved that she was like I'm not the marrying type or when she did not show/do anything that she was serious with her saying yes and planning the wedding. Like I'm willing to bet that she did not even try on a single dress, had a date nothing. Cuz the only detail we had of the "wedding" was there was going to be red river or something and I'm pretty sure it came out of his mouth not hers. Or that he was more of the bridezilla, when it should or typically be her. If they did get married, the whole aesthetic, decor, all of it would be him, the only she would care about was if she looked hot in the photos and choose the dress her stylist picked out.
Now, I feel like he is just lost and confused with her and whatever comes out her mouth. She does not want to settle down and go back to playing house and husband/wife, but yet she wants to have a whole other baby. She's an independent woman and woman don't need men, yet she is always connected to a man or rely on a man for support and also going back to the men that she says hurt her. She's all health aware, has young blood, connecting to nature and skincare, yet she fills her body with plastic, filler, botox etc. Like even I'm confused on what she wants or stands for.
Apparently he is “taking time away from Hollywood to work on himself” (which makes sense since that girl on twitter posted about seeing him in Nashville) he “knows they are definitely done and has made that very clear to his friends” and he is “acting much different than usual” according to UsWeekly.
I just hope this all works itself out soon, whatever that may look like.
Perhaps taking some time away is the best course of action for him because right now there is nothing that he can say in the media that would make things okay.
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I agree, the emoji implies that he's the one who's hurt. I would be hurt too if I were trapped, or if I found out some truth.
Maybe the test came back early, afterall she held "not your baby perfume" after this supposed fight. Or maybe she finally confessed that she tricked him into having this child. I doubt it was planned—he must have already had his doubts about it, or he wouldn't have liked that meme. Also, her fans started planting pregnancy rumors long before May (they said she was three months along in April).
I would be absolutely devastated if an unexpected pregnancy ended any hopes of a future with the person I truly love.
I still want to say it's his, but if it's not and that it is revealed, something tells me he will still be shamed. Cuz on one hand, he is a cheater/abuser, but on the other (not his baby), it would be that he can't "perform" right, he is less of a man and be laughed at. So, he really can't win.
Let's say she tricked him into having the child, I can definitely see that being a strong possibility. Would that not be Coercion of some sorts? Like I don't want to say the word, that I'm thinking of, but like could it be labeled as such.
I think the not your baby was more of a dig to him, like this baby is both of us but I'm in charge here and running the show. Which is sick and twisted. I think he will be fine and find a real, honest, healthy relationship. I do not see this mess being a problem, it might delay it or it might speed run it.
And I feel like when that happens and he is so happy, Megan is going to crash out but this time the roles will reverse, and she will look like the crazy ex baby mama. He has to play this very smart and calculated.
If I was him or on his team, I would make him lay low for a while like 2/3 weeks, let the dust settle a bit, release a very straightforward statement, focus on music or do some good pr but not too much, play a little into her hand and like get to a place with her to coparent while also having a legal team on standby, figure out a coparent plan and be there for her but still keep her at a distance. He also might have to call the paps when it's time to have the baby to show him going into hospital so it could like he is there and present. And then do anything to show he is a father, vaguely mention the kid in like podcast, interviews, write a song about it, post a pic of Casie holding the babe for Father's Day, something. And no dating, if he dates make it rumors, like a blurry photo of him with a neutral but pretty celeb, possibly an artist so his team could be like they working on music or something. In like a 1 or 2 year he can date, reveal a gf, and then with that relationship keep it private but little pieces showing that he is a good bf/partner, Like clean up his image a little. you know. Rebuild it.
Also, can I ask what meme he liked? Maybe I forgot about it. Or was it the pisces vs something meme?
Your long ass explanations doesn’t make what you say right bc most of it is ‘all gas and no shit’? Also your silly kindergarten level complains about her using every possible shit she said or did out of context and making a mountain out of mole hill doesn’t compare to the filthy disgusting things the person you Stan has done. Doesn’t even come close. When have any of his REAL fans ever held him accountable for anything. Lol you guys actually give him the confidence that any shitty behaviour will be excused and defended at the drop of a hat with your own lives. All you ever complain about him is how he never leaves her🤣.
Same thing could be said for Megan. Come on, now.
You want to ruin my lunch and dinner, too.
I am a fan of his, STAN of his, whatever. Sue me. Because he is the only half of that joke of a relationship that actually has talent, personality and a career that has true value.
Oh Right! Support a guy who threatened suicide over a phone call with his then gf and is on tape saying the N word. He also justifies his attraction to minors by saying Axl Rose and Jimmy Page did it so it’s ok. That’s disgusting.
Good job!
Really, find Peace. And maybe a little bit of brain.
Alright, then you want me to play into your little rage bait game. Ok. Let’s play this game then.
First, I want to correct some of the things you mentioned. The threatening, black mail suicide thing. Idk if you have ever experienced someone w/suicidal thoughts or is such in a bad, dark mental space that they are contemplating leaving this earth, but I hope you never do because it is one of the most sick to your stomach, heart shattering things. I have had thoughts like this since I was 13 and it fucking sucks. But I have grown to like some parts of living enough for me to stay and Colson may have felt the same way. One of these happy parts for him, could have been Megan, you know the woman he loves and had come to him as some sort of savior and healer in his life. But yeah, let’s act and pretend that he was doing some American psycho, Ted bundy level manipulation. Ok. that makes sense at least in your story.
For further context, his father that he had a strained relationship had just passed and he had not at this moment reconnected with his mother. So, he was alone, lost, no parents for him to lean on and heavily intoxicated. So, one would say that he called the first person he knew/thought of that could help him or ground him back to earth. Would you prefer he called his young daughter or rather a grown woman who is used to as per said in her Poem book that seems capable/or at the very least more tolerant to men with these issues.
Next, the N word. If you are referring to that one old, 12/14 years ago grainy, bad sound clip where it possibly sounded like the word, I have to ask what does that have to do with anything, really. Cuz I also remember the interviewer that was standing right there had come out and said that he did not say it. Regardless if he did, he has said in 2020 that if anyone is racist and a supporter of his to fuck off and burn his music, cuz he does not fucking care for them. But ok.
Oh and the minor shit. Yes, was that stupid and completely inappropriate that he had said those things when he was 19/20? Yes it was. He is an idiot for that. But he has come out and said that he is ashamed and embarrassed of the things he said in the past.
So, don’t try to use this as a gotcha moment for me or his fans. We know he has done stupid shit that I am sure he deeply regrets. And as far as I am aware, his REAL fans call him out on that shit or any other stupid things he does. What confuses me is that Megan fans/supporters refuse to do the same.
Let me use my brain for a minute. Megan fox, a woman who shames other women, feels threatened by other women, sexualizes bisexuality (a sexuality that already faces a lot prejudice in the queer community, some holding the belief it is not real at all, it is either straight people pretending, or they are just gay) for her own benefit, uses Japanese/Ukrainian woman as a silly little joke. Megan fox who did not talk about roe v wade until everyone else did it to fit in, who says world problems do not concern her unless they directly affect her, who did not wear a mask until she was hacked and then the very next pap photo was rocking one. Which is weird cuz she has three young boys who could have gotten sick, an ex-husband who had severe health issues and getting covid from her and her constant, unnecessary travels could have killed him or his new pregnant gf, Sharna could have also gotten it. A woman who profits and benefits solely on her beauty while there are other actors/actresses that actually have to showcase and prove their talent/worth to get a role. Shit, a woman, a mother who refers to her son as a kamikaze (suicide pilot) or knowing that Casie (Colson daughter) was going to be on tour with Colson (her father who is a hated man) and what did Megan do? Oh, just post backstage passes that held sensitive information where some lunatic that was crazy enough could have copied and snuck backstage when she was specifically told not to or to wait until the info was covered up to post. But no Megan had to show us her breast implants, so fuck it, right?
One last thing, He is a bad, racist, PDF, sad excuse, manipulator and abusive person to Megan. Then tell her to leave. Right now. Text her, go in her comments or something and tell her to leave him. He’s a monster, Right? Go, Save her, Save Jennifer. Get off my blog and go help her.
And you sent this to me at 2:37 am. Come on. At least wait till after I have breakfast.
My issue with Sam saying it isn’t true is if that were truly the case, surely one of them would have indicated that by now. This is not something that you just cross your fingers and hope everyone forgets about.
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Today marks one month since the news. Let's see what she has planned for the rest of the day and for tomorrow, since it's the 12th, with the angel number 1212. But if you believe in this stuff, shouldn't you avoid someone who calls themselves 'El Diablo' 😈🤘🏻? Her 'El pistolero' tattoo was the second corniest thing she has done, after getting pregnant (twice, according to her).
Also, the 21st is interesting too... maybe 12 years after the Mayan prophecy, we can get Megan prophecy.
Yeah, I don't know cuz M perspective on spirituality is odd. I'm not too knowledgeable in that area but like it's like she pulls bits and pieces from different cultures to fit her agenda or whatever it is she uses spirituality for. Like one second, she talking about Marilyn Monroe having negative energy but next talking about demons and shit. This could just be me and call me crazy, but demons might have more negative energy then Marilyn Monroe.
Also, the tattoo, el pistolero was so not it. Because everyone was like she got his nickname tattooed on her. And I was like ok which one there's hundreds? Blonde don? The gunner? Just Kells? Colson? MGK? El Diablo? Rehab Barbie? Buddha? Lamby?
And then it was El pistolero. And I was like oh. It is funny tho, she got that tattooed on such a visible place and he got her initials, I think but like we never saw it and I'm pretty sure he blacked it out.
"She could have caught him watching porn and that’s why she is upset." It had to have been way more than porn, we all know he likes porn and has been w/ porn stars even. I would think she takes the don't-touch-me approach during pregnancy but no way in hell mgk and his libido would be able to not have sex for 9 months... I mean maybe but I doubt it! So if he had to AHEM! to porn that would be the least of her worries. It had to have been interaction with a woman in the flesh...
What if she caught him texting a dealer and got mad that he wants or already has relapsed? Or it could be that he is cheating but is it really if they had already been broken up before thanksgiving weekend. What if she is just hormonal and is painting him as a cheater?
