i'm more than just a number.

the name is trisha-noelle reyes armena, and i blow out my candles every september 7th. i am currently a sophomore @sja, in my pajamas, and hungry, but those things will change with given time. here are some things that never will; the fact i'm a virgo (who fits the description almost perfectly), my phillipine heritage, and that i love God, my family, and my friends with all my heart. i like mixed babies, peanut butter m&ms, and superheroes. i'm usually an optimist but pessimism will occasionally get the best of me. got a question? just hit the ask button :)

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Wally and Artemis at raves is officially the best thing and nobody can convince me otherwise.
p.s. does this hurt your eyes too much cause it kinda hurts mine i dunno

If nobody else is planning on writing a fic for the awesome piece of art I will!

please do

The room was dark and loud, the black lights illuminating the paint that covered all the dancing bodies in the room. The loud, pulsing music coursed through Wally as he moved to the beat while also holding onto the blonde that was moving against him. His hands were on her thighs, leaving glowing yellow hand prints behind when he moves to put a hand on her circling hips and raised the other above his head.He didn’t know when exactly, but somewhere along the line Artemis, as he had learned her name to be, had left a green hand print on his skin underneath the strap of his top.
Wally had come to the rav to have a good time after finishing college finals with his friends and maybe pick up a chick if he was lucky, which he turned out to be. He had ran into her, literally, on his way to the bar to order another drink. He tried to reach out to catch her before she fell, but she steadied herself without his help.
“Whoa, sorry, babe,” he apologized, raising his voice so she could here him over the music.
“What’s the rush, red,” she sneered, crossing her arms.
“Just getting away from my best friend before he could start the troll thing he does,” he replied, glancing back the way he came to make sure Dick hadn’t followed him. He looked the blonde over a thought coming to mind. He really wasn’t in the mood for Dick’s trolling and he would probably end up slapping himself later if he let this girl go without even trying. “You up to anything?”
“Is that your way of asking me to dance,” she smirked at him, a mysterious glint in her eye. He grinned slightly and stepped closer to her.
“If you think you can keep up,” he remarked, looking down at her.
“You should be the one worrying about that,” she replied with a smirk. Before he could say anything she grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the paint buckets at the edge of the dance floor. She dipped her hands into the green paint and headed out onto the dance floor. Wally stood frozen for a moment, watching her walk away with her hips swaying side to side seductively. He dipped his hands into the yellow paint before following her out.
They moved to the beat of the music, moving around each other so they barely touched and moved against each other so there wasn’t any space between them.
“So what’s your name,” he asked after a while as she was pressing back against him.
“That’s need to know,” she replied, grinding her hips back against his.
“Well, I want to know,” he countered, resting his hands on her thighs. She hummed like she was thinking about it, but she replied say anything. “Alright, I’ll start. I’m Wally,” he told. She remained quiet for a long moment. They continued to move to the music without talking.
“Artemis,” she said suddenly. He looked at her in surprise as she looked up at him expectantly.
“Artemis? Suits you, beautiful,” he smiled at her.
“How’s that,” she asked.
“Because within the short time that I’ve known you you’ve shown that you have spirit and I bet you could easily kick any guy’s ass,” he explained. She smirked and they went back to dancing silently.
They went on like this for a while until they headed for the bar to get a drink. Artemis wouldn’t let Wally pay for her drink. They chatted for a few minutes until she glanced at the clock behind the bar.
“I’ve got to go,” she announced. She tossed back the rest of her drink and stood up.
“Hey,” Wally said before she could walk away. “When can I see you again,” he asked. Though they didn’t really talk much, he was thoroughly interest in Artemis, more interested than he was in Linda.
“Hold out your arm,” she told him. He did as she said though he wasn’t sure why. She used her paint covered finger to write a string of numbers on his arm. “Call me next time you want to go dancing,” she told him before walking away.
Wally watched her walk away with a grin until she disappeared into the crowd. He looked down at the phone number on his arm and made a mental note to make sure that he writes the number down before he showered when he got home. He said at the bar for a bit longer before getting up to find out were Dick disappeared to.

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(Less coachella and more au, but STILL AWESOME.)
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One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and go for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn’t too luxurious. When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the President’s Secret Service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner. Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, “Why was he so interested in talking to you?” She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her. President Obama then said, “So if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant,” to which Michelle responded, “No. If I had married him, he would now be the President.”

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