#a thunderstorm started at one point and cancelled their first dance

[wooldawn]

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims #simblr #daisy's bc #hemming legacy #daisy #theo by lou-from-moonwood #izaiah by elmleif #siofra by sojutrait #raphael by orphyd #nija by briteboy #aaron by elysiantrait #elspeth by wildmelon #trying to do this wedding made me want to CRY #forgot the freaking cake #everyone kept throwing rice at them over and over again #no one would dance #a thunderstorm started at one point and cancelled their first dance #and they couldnt redo it #just ;-;

[youareinlovees]

Rep Tour Metlife Night 3 (submission)

The roar of the stadium fills the atmosphere like a thunderstorm as the expectators anticipate the start of the show. Though this isn't the first time he attends one of her concerts, the massiveness of the crowd and of the performance itself is still quite astonishing to him. It just wasn't the type of thing you got used to after a few times. Not to mention that this is the third consecutive night she fills out this stadium, which was impressive and a rather unheard of situation. 

"Are you ready for it?"

The crowd screams even louder as Taylor appears on stage with a black hood. For him, it's genuinely entertaining to see just how much the fans in the crowd love her, shouting out every single word to the songs. The impact she has on these people is really intense, some of them even crying at certain parts of the show. There's others that you can tell came as a group of friends for a good time and they hug, jump, and laugh together throughout the show. There's people of all ages, from couples in love to families that came together with little kids and grandparents, and every single person looks happy and excited. Truly a phenomenon.

But the most powerful phenomenon is the woman on stage on whom everyone's attention is focused. She is so beautiful and wonderful it almost feels like she's some sort of mythical creature. The passion she puts in her singing and dancing is endearing and at the same time very attractive to him. How did he even manage to have her love him? She's fucking gorgeous and perfect in every way. Her legs are just unbelievably hot and he knows he isn't the only one in the crowd having that thought. When she dances to Gorgeous, it makes his brain feel numb because all he can think of is the things he wants to do with her as soon as he gets her to himself after the show. But it's only the beginning and he knows the wait will be painfully long, so he tries to divert his thoughts elsewhere. As if reading his mind, she winks in his direction as the song ends, licking her lips and smiling cheekily. Warmth floods his insides in response to the gesture. Man, he'd really really missed her. They'd been apart from each other for some days because he had work things to do away in London. Though it was only a few days, he had ached for her company every single instant.

Apparently, she has similar feelings because she can't stop looking in his direction throughout King of my Heart. He remembers very vividly the first time she played him that song, some days after they'd made their relationship official. At the time, he couldn't believe she'd actually written that about him. He couldn't believe he inspired those feelings in her because she sure as hell inspired that and so much more in him. She fixes her gaze on him hungrily as she sings "we rule the kingdom inside my room." Oh shit. Her bum looks so good in that outfit. How is he gonna survive what's left of the show? Luckily, he's good at keeping it cool on the outside. He has no choice anyways because his mum and Patrick are right there beside him. He knows his face probably looks all giddy and lovestruck regardless, but he doesn't mind. She points at him in circles suggestively as she says "never took me quite where you do." Urgh she knows what she's doing and he can't help chuckling at her teasing. It's torture though. The fact that she's doing this in front of thousands of people is extra sexy. It's interesting because a part of him feels possessive and wants to snatch her from the stage and not have anyone look at her in a "she's MINE" sort of way, but at the same time it's satisfying to know that she's doing all this sexy shit and making everybody desire her, yet he is the only one who gets to have her. He's the only one who gets to love her and enjoy her, and a lot of what she's doing up there is directed specifically at him even though the whole stadium's watching it. Besides, he just knows that she loves having those secret moments with him, as she sings in Dress. So cruel of her to put literal moans on that song and blast them on stadiums. Her antics as she performs it are driving him crazy. Tonight, he feels particularly deprived of her and desperate for her touch because he's been away for what has felt like an eternity.

The crowd bursts into loud screaming one last time as the show ends. Everyone looks giddy and happy, as if they'd just gotten off a spiritual experience, which isn't that far from the truth, he thinks to himself. His mum and Patrick stay chatting with some people and he makes his way towards the dressing room. He says hi to Tree and the staff briefly and walks further down the hall until he reaches it. The door is open and there's no one else but her inside, with her back facing him as she looks in the mirror wiping herself with a towel. She's still sweaty and flustered from the show, and her hair is a bit messy, but she's the most beautiful creature he's ever laid eyes upon. If she looked stunning on stage, she was even more drop dead gorgeous up close.

"You look breathtakingly beautiful this evening, Miss Swift. I heard your boyfriend is out of town, may I take you out for a drink?," he says in a flirtatious tone.

She hadn't realized he was standing there at the door. She immediately looks up at him when she hears his voice and smiles at him through the mirror, her whole face lightening up as she turns around.

"Is that what they told you?", she says playfully as she makes her way towards him. She kisses his lips excitedly. He smiles against her mouth at her enthusiasm.

"Hello, love," he greets her softly when she pulls back for air. They embrace each other tightly for a few seconds, his hands caressing her hair. 

"How did it go in London? How was work?," she asks, resting her head on his chest.

"Work was alright. The rest was awfully dull because you weren't there," he answers.

She chuckles softly and looks up into his eyes. "I missed you so much."

"I did, too," he says, staring back. She puts her mouth onto his again, this time more passionate and hungry, her tongue going inside him desperately trying to saviour as much of him as possible. He welcomes it eagerly, her sudden aggressive desire catching him a bit off guard. He responds to her kiss with the same energy, biting her lower lip a little and devouring her delicious taste. His hands rub down her back, pulling her waist towards him. Meanwhile, her fingers snake into his hair as she pulls herself deeper into his mouth. He feels his crotch tighten as he becomes inevitably aroused with her body rubbing against his. His mouth finds her neck and she moans as he pulls her head back gently to get a better angle. 

"Shut the door," she pants in between kisses. They'd forgotten that there's people walking by in the hallway.

"Wait, don't you have to meet your fans in the other room?", he remembers, pausing for a moment, which results in a complaining grunt from her.

"I'll have them cancel it," she says decidedly, impatiently pulling him in again, "Most of them came the other two nights anyways."

He pushes her back. "Are you really sure about that?", he questions, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you really want me to answer?", she ponders back desperately, still insisting fiercely on kissing him.

"Fair enough," he chuckles as he gives in to her needs. What Taylor Swift wants, Taylor Swift gets.

She grabs her phone and sends a quick text to Tree telling her that Rep Room isn't happening tonight while Joe shuts and locks the door. He sneaks up behind her and wraps his arms smoothly around her waist, kissing her shoulder as she hits send. "Done?", he asks. She puts the phone on the table and closes her eyes. 

"Mmhmm", she moans as he runs kisses up and down her neck. Her skin is so soft and healthy. He grunts a little when her ass grinds against his crotch as she leans back into him. 

"You pulled some interesting bits up there tonight."

"Mmhmmm, did you enjoy them?", she says with a small smile, her eyes still closed. 

"I certainly did." He starts to unzip her glittery dress to bare her back. Her body is still warm from the physical exertion caused by the almost two hour long show. A shiver runs down her spine when his cold fingers brush against her skin, peeling away the dress as his mouth runs soft kisses behind her neck and shoulders. A loud moan escapes her, the sound making his erection feel even harder in his trousers. She finishes taking off the dress and turns around to face him, her naked breasts against his chest. He grabs one of them as his mouth finds hers once again, his tongue pushing inside in rhythmic movements. Then, he makes his way from her jawline to her neck, shoulders, chest, until he finally puts her other breast in his mouth, sucking and licking her nipple while massaging the other one with his thumb and index finger. She gasps in response. "That feels so good, baby," she whimpers in between moans.  Her breasts are a work of art in his eyes, everything about them is perfection: their size, their softness, the hardness of her nipples when she’s aroused, as it was the case right now. 

She pulls at the hem of his shirt, aching to feel more of his skin against her. He briefly releases her to quickly take off his shirt and disregard it on the floor. Immediately she pulls herself against him, her hands around his neck as their bare torsos collide heatedly and their tongues dance together. She runs her warm hands over his chest and his abs, sending electricity waves through his body with each touch. The sensation of her hardened nipples against his naked chest was too much to handle and so he dives down to put her breasts in his mouth once again. She moans loudly. "Joe, I...I want you so much," she says, almost in anguish. He licks and bites her nipples hungrily and then, he starts to make his way slowly downward, kissing below her breasts as his hands slide down her sides until he reaches her tummy. She inhales deeply. "Tell me, baby, what do you need?", he says against her skin as his mouth moves further down to her lower stomach. Her body trembles involuntarily in response and he can see her wetness through her panties. She’s very wet, he realizes with a grin. "You," she groans in response, holding onto the table for balance as his hands go up and down the insides of her thighs, "I need you, Joe." He teasingly pulls down the edges of her panties and kisses directly on top of her pubic bone. Her hips thrust forward. "Fuck, I need you now," she blurts out.

"Let’s take care of that, shall we?", he whispers in her ear as he picks her up and carries her towards the comfy couch in the dressing room, her legs wrapping themselves around his back. He throws the cushions to the floor with one hand and places her gently on the couch, kneeling in front of her on one of the cushions. He slides her panties down her legs and onto the floor, so that she was now lying completely naked on the couch. Such a gorgeous sight. "You are so beautiful, my love," he says looking up into her eyes. Her belly moves up and down with her quick breathing, her cheeks flushed slightly. He takes off her shoes and massages her ankles and her toes, releasing the tension on them from wearing tight heels for hours. Then, he starts to kiss his way up her left leg, gently pushing her knees apart to open her legs as he approaches her inner thigh. Finally, his mouth reaches her most sensitive organ and he licks and sucks on her clit, enjoying her delicious taste that he’d missed so much. She arches her back as the waves of pleasure penetrate her. His tongue continues to move around expertly as he digs into the corners of her walls and sucks and bites her clit. "Fuck," she moans, her fingers aggresively digging into the edges of the couch. He slides two fingers deep into her core, his mouth still working on her clit, and starts to thrust in and out. She tangles one of her hands in his hair and pushes him deeper inside her, his tongue joining his fingers inside of her. He gradually quickens the pace of his fingers as her walls contract around his hand and her hips push into him, until eventually she can’t contain her orgasm and comes loudly, screaming his name.

He licks his lips in satisfaction, savoring the fluids from her insides as he moves towards her face to kiss her gently, his fingers still inside her. "Did you like that?", he mumbles against her face. "It was so good, baby," she barely pants in response, "so fucking good". Hovering over her as she recovers, he takes his fingers out and licks them. He could never get enough of her wonderful taste. "I’m glad you liked it, because I’m not finished yet," he informs her.

However, her hands are reaching towards his trousers, where his erection is bulking out, attempting to unbutton them. "No teasing," she pleads. 

"What’s that?", he asks instead, deciding to mess with her a little regardless. He’d had to survive her teasing on stage for two hours, it was only fair that she endured something similar after all. He licks the outline of her areolas with the tip of his tongue as slowly and scarcely as he could master, forcing her to lay back, his fingers brushing lightly against her sides. "Joe," she complains, shifting and trying to pull his body closer to her. But Joe holds himself up firmly in a hovering position over her, his skin brushing only ever so slightly against hers every now and then, while his mouth was busy planting the softest of kisses all around her face, occasionally brushing her neck and behind her ears. "Please," she begs, still trying to pull him down.

"Please what? Say it to me, baby. I can’t guess what you want unless you ask for it," he responds calmly while continuing his slow torture on her sensitive spots. He wanted to hear her say it out loud. He wanted to hear her scream how much she wanted him.

"I want you inside of me, Joe. I want all of you inside of me now," she nearly cries out in desperation.

He nibbles on her neck one last time before unbuttoning his trousers. "Is that so?", he says mischievously as he finishes taking off his underpants and shoes. She breathes deeply in anticipation when she sees him completely naked in front of her, her insides feeling overwhelmingly empty without him. He leans towards her mouth once again and she kisses him with hunger, a small gasp escaping her lips when his dick rubs against her clit. "What do you want me to do inside you?", he whispers hoarsely into her ear. "I want you to fuck me, baby," she pants.

"As you wish," he says, staring deep into her blue eyes as he enters her wet insides slowly, groaning from the pleasure of feeling her warm core around him. She gasps and moans, her small fingers digging into his back as she hugs his chest towards hers. He thrusts in and out with slow movements, going inside deeper and deeper each time until he pushes against her cervix. She arches her back and responds moving her hips upwards, moaning and closing her eyes. He goes forward with a bit more strength, pushing her against the couch and touching on her G spot. "Yes, baby, fuck me," she whimpers, her breaths small and quick. Still deep inside of her, he sways his hips rhythmically, rocking their unified bodies back and forth. 

"I love you so much, Taylor," he says with adoration. Every inch of skin on his chest was in contact with hers, her soft breasts deliciously cushioned below him. "I love you more, baby," she says back breathlessly, running her lips across his neck and shoulders. He starts thrusting again, gradually picking up the pace. He holds onto the back of the couch and thrusts faster and faster, feeling her walls contracting against his cock. She moans as he goes even faster until she finally comes, another orgasm running through her body as she cries out.

The sight of her body squirming in pleasure almost makes him cum as well. But then, she unexpectedly pushes him to the side, switching their positions so that she was now on top of him. She kisses him and starts riding him energetically, her hands resting on his shoulders and her knees on the couch on either side of him. He grunts and caresses her breasts as she bounces on top of him, eventually placing both hands on her hips to hold her down, until the sensation and the sight of her with her eyes closed and her boobs bouncing as she fucks him become too much and he cums inside of her.

She collapses on top of him and the two of them lay in silence for a few minutes as they recover and stabilize their breathing, their bodies warm and sweaty. When he’s back to his senses, he notices her bathrobe is on the side of the couch and he reaches for it with one hand. He spreads it across her back to keep her warm. Covered with the bathrobe, she cuddles into his lap with her legs on one side and her head resting on his chest as she breathes in and out slowly. He caresses her head with one hand and rubs circles with the other on top of the robe on her back.

"That was a nice surprise there at the end," he says, kissing her forehead.

She smiles smugly. "I thought you’d like it," she mumbles against his chest.

"Did you kick out all the staff before I came in here?", he asks curiously. Usually there were stylists and make-up people inside the dressing rooms with her.

"Maybe," she answers with a smirk, looking up at him playfully. He chuckles in amusement, but secretly he’s glad that she did because he doesn’t know if he would’ve actually been able to wait until they got back to her apartment.  

It was hard to believe that this was the same person that had a whole stadium submitted to her performance less than an hour ago. This beautiful creature bundled in his arms was the same powerful force that gave around orders to executives, dominated enormous stages, and attracted followers from all over the world with her songwriting. Yet at this very moment, she’s just another vulnerable human, her blue eyes glowing like a curious child’s as she stares into his lovingly. She reaches up to caress his cheek softly with her hand, scanning his face with wonder. "You’re so gorgeous," she admires quietly. "That was amazing, babe. Thank you."

He leans down to kiss her gently. "You are the most stunningly beautiful creature inside and out that I’ve ever laid eyes upon. I am just fortunate enough to get to be yours," he says sincerely. He touches his nose to hers. "I love you, baby." And he truly loves her so much to the point where it feels like an unexplainable supernatural phenomenon, larger than life itself.

"I love you, too," she says warmly, her face shining like sunlight.

#submission #taylor and joe #taylor and joe fanfiction #taylor swift fanfiction #lets talk swiftwyn

[shrimpkardashian]

I saw Robyn last night at the Mann in Philly

On Monday, I got an email that I won a Brooklyn Vegan contest for free tickets to see Robyn on Wednesday July 17th, 2019. This is at least the third time I’ve won a contest for a music concert (off the top of my head: I won Spoon tickets to a show at the Prospect Park bandshell in Brooklyn via calling into WPRB Princeton while I was delivering pizza, and I won tickets to see a Led Zeppelin cover band at the TLA in Philly via an email contest but I think maybe they were just giving tickets to anyone who answered the email to get people in the building and buying drinks). We arrived at around 8:30 PM last night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Apparently, at the Mann, when this happens (nature) they shut EVERYTHING down. There was no one in the parking lots so we just drove into the VIP lot and parked literally like fifty feet from the amphitheater (it usually costs $25 to park in the main lots but, again, no one was there to direct us, etc., so we ended up getting a sick spot for free). I went to the box office where the only employee of the venue was working and she had my tickets, which were under cover in the back of the pavillion, in the middle of a row. Nobody took our tickets or checked as we walked in the front doors at. We could have just showed up. We could have brought in a bomb and some guns. This is good to know for future reference: If it ever rains and there is a show happening at the Mann, just show up and walk in the front doors! When we got inside we realized that every vendor stand was closed, again: because of the storm (?); I’m not sure I totally understand this policy. My wife and theorized that maybe they don’t want to serve people alcohol if they have to then immediately cancel the show and send people to their cars newly buzzed; it’s unclear at best. But whatever, we were there for free, we parked for free, Robyn was about to take the stage, all was good, if not a little wet. I had noticed that the show was a tad undersold beforehand actually, but because of the storm, and the lack of any kind of employee presence, everyone there descended into the pavillion, packing the rows and aisles. We didn’t even try to find our seats, opting instead to just float in the back with a clear view of the stage among the crowd. And the crowd was great. Robyn fans are insane! So devoted. We didn’t have drinks but we boogied down to the first few songs of the set; she and her band sounded awesome. Then they decided to open two of the small beverage stands on each side of the top of the pavillion. Beer! Throngs of attendees swarmed. The line was massive and basically unmoving. I left my wife in our spot and waited in one of these lines for at least three more songs, with still about a hundred people in front of me. At this point, an old lady who worked for the Mann told a bunch of people in line that they were opening up another spot in the lower section, back by the main entrance. So me and about two dozen other line-waiters abandoned our spots in search of this mythical, line-less beer vendor. Nothing was open. I felt defeated. I returned to my wife and told her I’d try one last place on the lower section of the opposite side which wasn’t covered. So I grabbed our umbrella and went down there and, lo and behold, a third stand was open! And the line didn’t look half bad! Or so I thought! Haha! I stood in this line for a solid five more songs before I got to the front. As the people right in front of me ordered, Robyn started “Dancing on My Own.” Everyone who had been searching for alcoholic beverages for the majority of the show let out a collective, exasperated sigh. Why was I even doing this? Why did I need a beer to enjoy Robyn? What the fuck, man? I’m missing the second-best song! Anyway, I got a gaggle of beverages for $39 and headed back to the spot. I got to see “Call Your Girlfriend” as I sipped an IPA. And it was all good. The show ended soon after. Getting out of the lot was easier than I thought given our proximity to the exiting masses of human bodies. And no one gave us any guff for parking in the VIP lot. You take the good with the bad. I guess that’s the moral of this story. 

#music

[twistedkinkedgent]

Writing I do....

Foursome Fun

  So after a long week at work I had a three day weekend coming up. We made plans to go out for a Saturday night out drinking and dancing with a bunch of friends. As we spent Saturday fucking and toying we finally decided it was time to get up and do all the pre night out requirements. Shower, sex, food, sex, laundry, sex...err wait we stop at the last sex and decide to save some energy for tonight. About 7 my buddy Alan shows up with his usual bottle of Crown and Cabo, just in case we party afterwards as we are prone to do. He hates drinking and driving (one too many DWIs) and therefore is going to ride with us. In order to not make him seem like a third wheel since we seldom can keep our hands off of each other in front of numerous friend we invite one of your girlfriends to right with us as well. Erica is a cute curvy blonde who has serious moments of blondness but she is sweet and bubbly and always amusing with her semi innocent but oh so leading questions about the kinkier kind of sex life she knows we live. We have made halfhearted suggestions about her joining and finding out but nothing serious and so far she has demurely declined, although never without seeming to give it serious consideration. You are fairly sure it is due to her self-body issues she has cause she has nipples that protrude quite a bit and is always worried someone is going to find it gross more than her not wanting too. You have been slowly but surely ensuring her that we would never be those kinds of people. The four of us gather on the porch discussing the approaching evening and drinking some mixed drinks for the pre-game. The evening air grows very still and the wind dies down and dark black storm clouds roll in and a heavy rain begins to pour down interspaced with massive rolling thunder and the evening sky being lit up with giant bolts of forked lightening. Soon the porch becomes soaked as we dash for the door trying to get in without getting soaked anymore than necessary. Sadly for us the driving sideways rain and blowing wind make that all but impossibility. You run to the guest bathroom and grab towels for everyone as I turn on the computer to see the weather report. As you come back into the living room I look at you "Seems like this is just the beginning of a massive all night red cell thunderstorm" You laugh and point out that according to the weatherman it was only a 10% chance of rain tonight. We dry off and sitting around the living room sipping our now water downed drinks (thanks rain) begin the age of question of being responsible adults and canceling the night or acting like we are all 21 again and going out regardless of the weather. We haven't reached a decision quite although you and Alan are both leaning towards going out, him since he has been teaching crazy high school kids all week and wanting a massive relaxing drunk and you cause you found got a brand new slutty outfit and lingerie to out in and show off for Daddy. Erica leans more towards staying in just cause the weather is calling for possible hail and high winds and she hates being out in that kind of weather. Before I can cast my vote the choice is taken out of our hands as the loudest crash of thunder shakes the house and without goes the power. We sit there for a few minutes waiting to see if it is going to come back on. My cell dings and I glance at it. "Well we aren't going out for sure, power is out all through town and the bars are closing down early" You pout and stomp your foot with a muttered "Dammit" I quickly snatch you down onto my lap grabbing your hair, jerking it back. You release a throaty growl as I nip you neck and tell you no pouting. Our friends have missed the entire exchange do to the low lighting provided by cell phones. "Well no one is driving in this mess and we have no power to watch movies so how bout we play a board game with candles and flashlights" I suggest. "Oh Daddy" you practically gush "I know the perfect game for tonight" and rush for not the closet which holds our board games but for our playroom's closet which only hold very adult style board games. I grin a wicked smirk at the thought of what tonight might end up holding. And then I have to explain to a wide eyed Jessica that you calling me Daddy is just one of our little deviant sexual lifestyle choices, Alan on the other hand has hung around us enough to not even be slightly shocked. I quickly explain to them that if I know my little slut, prompting another catch in the breath of Erica, that you are going to pick a game that is going to push the limits sexually. Alan of course is an old friend and one I have in the past shared some quite enjoyable times with girls with so he thinks for a minute and tells me whatever your rules are I'm game. Erica stands in her slightly still wet blouse and even in the dim light of the candles and cells we have pulled out while you rushed off, I can see her nipples pushing against her shirt. Her small tits don't require a bra but she wasn't lying when she said her nipples stuck out at least a couple of inches. Alan has also noticed this fact and just looks at me and smiles. She slowly seems to think about what I am saying and the words we have used so far in front of her and with a slow nod of her head says "I am down for whatever you and Kari can come up with tonight." You get back in the room holding the box for Hookers and Hoes board games and say with wicked smile "Let the games begin then. As we start to play Pimps and Hoes again the sexual tension level has definitely risen especially since we all maintain our state of dress or undress as the case may be. Erica's flushed face and disheveled hair give testament to the powerful orgasm Daddy just recently gave her and Alan's boxers do little to hide the hard on my slutty little kitten gave him with her hands and mouth. As we draw the cards that have sexual overtone there is a much more pronounced sexual component for all of us. We all make dirtier gestures and comments and amp up the charade cards sexual acts. But it just isn't quite enough. Too much downtime is passing and with that comes up the inhibition levels and we just can't have that if Daddy and his Little Slut are going to have the fun they want to have now. So I call the game for lack of progress and bust out a deck of cards while you go and get everyone fresh drinks making Erica and Alan's slightly more strong then you make ours. I quickly deal out a hand of Kiss The Bride and explain the rules including the optional rule that it has to be dealt one time by each person for it a be a complete game and every time a new person deals they get to add a new rule. I quickly explain my extra rule will be the classic Seven Heaven rule meaning a seven sends a person to the right or left depending on card color to the bathroom for seven minutes of whatever they want to get up too in there. As luck would have it the first cards I deal has all drinking a great amount. Then I deal a Queen to you, I look at you and say "Girls kiss" You reach over the table and grab onto Erica's face pulling her towards for a deep wet sloppy kiss. Your tongues probing each other’s mouths while outside the scope of the game y'all hands are not hesitant to stroke some tits while you kiss. Alan and I both enjoy the view of your panty clad asses bent over the table for the long and hot kiss. The next face card has your mouth coming to mine and us falling into our normal deep kisses that are filled with promise and desire as always. As you break the kiss for lack of breath you whisper in my ear how sweet her pussy tastes on my lips. I deal more cards with more drinks coming then you get a card for you to kiss Alan, you don't hesitate to scoot next to him and give him a deep kiss. I see your lips on his and for a split second I see red at him tasting what is only supposed to be mine but I wrestle it under control and remember that in the end we belong to each other no matter who we play with. The next kiss card has Alan and Erica kissing and whether it is the booze or the sexual tension they don't seem to have any qualms about it as they kiss. Then the first seven is flipped and it is you and me in the bathroom. We all share a laugh knowing that there will definitely be dirty things happening when we walk in there. We set the time so no one has to keep track. We barely get the bathroom door shut before I shove you against the mirror jerking your panties to the side exposing that sweet wet cunt and plunging my dick deep inside it. My arms are around your tits pulling you back against me as I fuck you hard and fast. I tell you in your ear that when I fuck your friend’s mouth I want her to taste you cum on my cock. As we play on the next card comes up that is not a drink card sends Alan and Erica to seven minutes. As they are preoccupied for a bit, my little slut wastes no time telling Daddy the new devious rule she has come up with. She has the idea that the rest of the Seven Heaven cards should be done right there in the living room where the others can watch. By this time, between the sexual tension, drinks, and sexual tension lol Daddy is ready for anything. When Erica and Alan finally come back into the living room it has been more like 15 minutes but it is fine with us since I've used the extra time to finger Kari's pussy and get her even more soaking wet. She is literally dripping as we explain the new rules to the others. Alan again shows he is used to our lifestyle by nonchalantly agreeing but you can see Erica think about it. For all of two seconds before grinning big and if at all possible her already protruding nipples seem to stick out even more. The next few rounds are drinks or simple kiss cards. Then the next seven lands. "Erica and Kari" I say with a smirk. Kari wastes no time grabbing Erica and starts to kiss her all sloppy and wet. Strings of their spit still connect their lips when my little slut orders her friend up on the table. By this point all inhibitions have fled and Erica sits on the edge of the table, her legs spread so her shaved little cunt is already gaping open. My lil slut buries her face in that wet pussy like she needs it to live. She fastens her mouth on Erica's clit while pumping two fingers in and out of her cunt. Erica reaches up a shaky hand and begins to stretch and pull her own nipple. Anyone watching closely, which Alan and I totally are, can tell she is pulling it hard enough to cause pain to herself but it only seems to make her pussy get even wetter. By this time us guys are beyond any though of discretion and are openly stroking our cocks watching this glorious girl on girl action. But soon Daddy is tired of watching his lil slut’s ass move as she eats out her friends pussy and he stands and quickly buries two finger from behind in Kari's dripping wet snatch. She lifts her head long enough to moan and huskily ask for more. Alan seeing what I am doing wastes no time climbing on the table and pulling Erica's head down to his crotch. She opens her mouth and begins to suck his hard dick, drooling spit all over from the motions as Kari keeps eating her out. Daddy buries his thumb in his slut’s tight lil asshole to accompany his fingers in her pussy. Her legs begin to shake like they are going to give out. Unfortunately that is not what gives out first. Our table isn't used to two people being on top of it like that and collapses inward spilling Alan and Erica to the floor. Given that Kari's face and fingers are fully buried in Erica down she goes as well. And my fingers were in Kari so we can all see how this ends. As we lay there moaning an entirely different kind of moan we manage to check for injuries. Luckily as drunk as well all were we didn't have the reaction time to tense up. As we figure out we are all ok and untangle ourselves from the pile we begin to laugh. We can't seem to stop and as we finally minutes later wind down it's clear the sexual mood has been somewhat broken by this. Erica and Alan glance at each other and seem to have a silent conversation and make their good nights before closing themselves off in our spare bedroom. Kari giggles and sits in my lap asking if I would go sit on the porch swing with her. "Lil Slut it is still pouring rain" I point out. With a wicked grin she smile and whispers "I know" as she leads me to the door. It was a dark and stormy night, although cliché it was a totally true statement as Kari lead me out onto the porch. We sat down up the wet wood of the swaying porch swing. She leaned against me and began to casually run her nails across my chest every once in a while puling on a taut nipple ring. My lil slut knows exactly how much I love her playing with my nipple rings and how turned on it gets me so she knew exactly what she was doing when she leaned her head down to catch one between her teeth. "I want you inside me Daddy" she moaned as her fingers rubbed circles on her clit. Although the world sees it as Lil Slut belonging to Daddy the truth is closer to a mutual ownership of each other based on loving and pleasing one another. So how could I refuse her request? I went to move her but she stops with a finger and with soulful puppy dog eyes begs me to take her in the rain. I chuckle to myself given the fact that almost every time it rains she gets me to fuck her out in it. We dash out in the rain and JESUS its cold. Stupid thunderstorms. She leans back against the hood of the car and lewdly spreads her legs and screams against the wind for me to fuck her cunt. To fuck her like the dirty little slut she is. I brace my arms against the hood of the car and slam my hard cock all the way inside in one move. While not some massive cock it is still a shock to have it all shoved deep in one move like that. She grunts a mixture of pleasure and pain as our hips slap together with a meaty sound. Her moans and cries are interlaced with pleas for me to fuck her. I hold nothing back as I slam into her over and over as hard as I can. I know my lil slut well enough to know the signs of her impending orgasm so I keep it up. She reaches a hand to grab one of my hands and pull it from the hood to her neck. I know instantly what she wants. Lil Sluts orgasms are always stronger with a bit of breath play involved, usually me choking her as she cums for Daddy. I wrap my fingers around her neck and begin to squeeze, cutting off her air. Her pussy clamps down tightly as she begins to gush; I release my grip on her neck. As she gasps and keeps cumming it pushes me over the edge and my cock throbs release thick jets of cum deep into her pussy. I collapse on top of her as she wraps her arms and legs around me holding me tightly. I kiss her deeply, still tasting Erica's pussy juices smeared on her lips, as I whisper into her ear how much I love my lil slut. We lay motionless on the hood of the car, our sweaty bodies slowly being washed by the ice cold rain

[kleinightwriter-blog]

Diary Entry #1

After summer mania has commenced to ruin my soul’s perspective of my reality, it has ended my nightmares. It is now rainy season and tonight was the first rain of rainy season which gave a Hard Rain. It was pleasant, it was nice, it was calming, rather yet to be very slight of euphoria in it. My madness is gone to start anew madness which is called depression. I just do hope this rain never stops. Or at least… to wish for it not to stop, ever. Imagine the dark clouds of the greyish skies to be covered nothing but pleasant clouds of darkness, over the months I have been hysterical to be ended by just mere rain. A confusion between two personalities conflicting an identity crisis due to more personalities added into the mind of mine. It was not until then that I have found my old self again which is the true host of this body. The right never ends as I write until, it has ended so quickly. I never felt so depressed in my whole entire life ever. It has gotten me a bit blue with a long face masked beneath my face. Grand delusions of anxiety and schizophrenia was added into my mania. I thought it was never going to end until the rain has saved me, I do sure hope it rains more.

I was about to go ahead to the kitchen to drink my occasional medicines as usual, for my chemically unbalanced brain. Then thunder strike fear upon everyone causing panic and power interruptions. Surely of course it is expected not to scare me. It went back on after a second and the rain was even harder than it was, I thought it ended. I have drank my medicines and head over to my computer. I checked on the weather update and it says that the rain will end by 2 AM which I am glad because it is 8:30 PM right now. I can sleep with the sounds of droplets of rain precipitated by the clouds above beyond the skies dropping down onto the ground. All I ever wanted was rain these entire of two months and I have earned it because I deserve more than just insanity. Nights like these could be great, I do not ever want to sleep until daytime arrives with the sun slowly peeking out to the sky and showers its golden rays onto the ground with its beam illuminating creating shadows as monsters hide behind them.

I wanted to end this madness by experiencing the bliss of rain and I have earned it, that’s for sure!

After 15 minutes, the rain has stopped again to ambush once again in an unexpected surprise. My daily life is was absolute HELL until God made it heaven for me by summoning a thunderstorm in my area. I am just so obsessed with rain.

It is the dawn of the sun, where the sun has finally set into the sinking ocean to disappear but before that happened it occurred to be some kind of mysterious giant cloud coming out from nowhere to here. It is almost time to rain, as I listen to heavy thunderstorms through artificial sounds through virtual-digital music on YouTube. But it is not the same, the aura that I feel from the rain is what I need. The dark greyish clouds, the sound of droplets coming from above the skies and beyond precipitating its rain down onto the surface of the earth. It is nothing but pure bliss. I shall return until the rain comes here…

After two straight days with wide open eyes staring at the sky asking myself… “When is it going to rain?” when it is rainy season. I spent my entire hours without sleep and without drought causing me to hallucinate and hear things that are not there and hear rain when there were no rain at all. I waited and waited until lightning flashed, thunder struck, and it began to pour. I felt pleasure from the rain once again and wishing it never stops. The dark clouds bring gloom and doom, the calamity for those to be effected, bringing drought unto this land to bring terror to the weak, and to bring thunders to strike the hearts of the boldest men. Is it quite true that the rain can bring so many bad things to other people such as cancelling plans for safety but bringing gloom into their own souls because they could not have the fun they’ve always planned on wanting to do. Yet to be assured that the rain brings destruction such as thunder strikes onto the surface of the Earth, sudden depression, floods that could destroy many homes and murder the people in it, landslides caused by floods also that could destroy cars and also lives when driving to a thunderstorm, and much more. And these are all caused by HUMAN KIND… think about it, the ozone layer, the global warming, climate change, deforestation, etc. It causes Mother Nature to get absolutely furious to the point where it will bring revenge of her own destruction against the humans.

At this moment while writing after a while… the rain suddenly just stopped and saw the skies from the outside world are nothing but the sun and blue skies. This, this is my drought…

Moments later it began to bring brought to this cursed land that brings blessing unto the surface. It is a very hard rain and it smells really nice, wishing it could be like this forever but hey, we still have more time. And more rain to continue this book. This book is inspired by the rain and without the rain I discontinue writing in it. I just do wish I could convince my father to let me dance in the rain just like I usually do a year ago. I missed it. Very much…

What motivates me to write this book is because of the rain, it gives me creative and critical thinking with a slice of poetry in it. I do hope this lasts forever. In case you are wondering, why do I love the rain? Why am I so obsessed with it? I explained it to a cursed book I wrote when I was severely manic in summer before rainy season. The rain is a nostalgic feeling. You see, when you are bipolar or schizoaffective, you only remember clearly the memories nothing but either rainy or snowy days because in the scorching heat induces mania and mania makes you forget easily about the things you are doing because you are not yourself. If you think you are crazy and it is yourself, you are truly crazy because this isn’t you at all when crazy, your true self is when you are sober and started to regret your manic mischiefs.

The rain gave me so much memories from the past since birth until now. I remember outside our apartment as a child we were still a complete family until it was broken during summer and I do not want to talk about the details, and I do not need to also. I was the happiest child in the family and hyperactive and was enjoying the rain but when it is summer I clearly do not remember anything at all, as if it never happened.

I know what you are thinking, why am I writing at this kind of manner or way in my style of writing whenever it is rainy? It is because the first book I ever wrote was the Laugh of Hysteria: White Ash, it was not a tetralogy yet but it was only one book and it was raining that time and I wrote all my expressive emotions inside that piece of paper. Then wrote even more stories and won at article writing contests in the entire province as first place. And when it was summer, I was so manic I started writing really fast and it was messy and had to ask or find an editor to fix my work. It was indeed a frustrating week for me that time and I didn’t had any money to pay the illustrator but thanks to one friend on the internet does it for free. That is how the White Ash Tetralogy happened to be perfect.

I thought I was a better writer when manic so I induced it with lots of caffeine but it was a bad idea, I lost my style of writing and got a writer’s block for the entire summer until now I have gained it back thanks to rain. Because it was raining when writing the first White Ash and it gave me a placebo effect on it as if I am back in that point of space and time when I was writing it.

The rain has ceased and there are now blue skies again… well, farewell until the next chapter lads/lasses.

#rain #gloom #gloomy #depression

[dyde21]

How about RWBY + JNPR SNOW DAY! A mountain of snow has fallen and they need to get out of the building through windows because the snow has covered the doors! Classes are cancelled and they get to have snowball fights and forts! Bonus if it has arkos

I FORGOT HOW TO WRITE SHORT THINGS. This is pretty much the length of another chapter. Oops. xD Gets a little silly in the middle, so don’t take it too seriously. Thank you for the prompt! :D 

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Two surprising things had happened thatmorning. First, was that Jaune was the first one up. He neverwas. It was usually Pyrrha, sometimes Nora. Second, was that when henoticed how cold it was and checked out the window, he saw it hadsnowed. By snowed, he meant it looked like Vale was going to competewith Atlas for most snowfall as the ground was covered. Looking outfor a reference, he saw there had to be at least 3 feet of snowoutside.

They had heardrumors of possible flurries over the night, but they had expectedmaybe an inch if they were lucky, which would have mostly melted bythe morning sun as usual. This was something else all together.Quickly moving to his partner’s bed, he gently shook her shoulder.

“Pyrrha! Quick,look outside!”

Pyrrha’s eyesopened slowly, looking at her partner confused. She was surprised tohave been woken up by him, normally that only happened when out onmissions. For a split second she was tense, preparing for some sortof trouble but judging by his eager, almost childlike expression sheknew it was the opposite.

Curiosity gettingthe better of her, she stood up and moved to the window, rubbing hereyes sleepily. Moving the curtain, she gasped as she saw the fieldsof snow. “Oh my!” She said suddenly, turning to stare at Jaunewith her eyes equally childlike in joy.

Jaune just grinnedhappily. Knowing Pyrrha was from mistral, he knew she hadn’t seen toomuch snow in her life. Where she lived was a lot more temperate, andwhile she had been exposed to it from time to time, never had sheseen such a heavy storm pass through. Jaune was also distinctly awareof how much she loved snow.

“Should we wakethe others?” Pyrrha asked, glancing over at her teammates who werestill sound asleep.

Before Jaune couldanswer however, it seemed team RWBY had decided to answer for them.All four teammates jumped suddenly as their door was kicked open,Ruby coming flying in. “It snowed! It snowed everywhere!” Sheexclaimed eagerly, earning a tired, helpless sort of “why…”look from Ren. Nora however, seemed equally enthused as she explodedout of her bed like a thunderstorm, rushing over to the window to seefor herself.

“Snow! Ren look!”She cried out eagerly.

Yang just walkedinto the room, already dressed for playing in the snow.

Leaning slightly,Pyrrha could see a very upset looking Weiss still in her pajamas asshe yawned, not too thrilled about being woken up so early, or aboutseeing snow. No, she had seen more than enough of that for herlifetime.

“I think theycould have discovered it on their own.” Blake said softly, a littlemore awake than Weiss, and much less grumpy.

“It seems classeshave been canceled.” Ren said patiently.

7 Pairs ofsurprised eyes turned to him, with a chorus of “WHAT!?”

Ren just held uphis scroll. “We all received a message. The difficulty of operatingdue to the snowfall means Ozpin has canceled classes today.” Hecalmly explained.

Everyone looked ateach other, suddenly much more excited for the day than they alreadywere.

Deciding to meet upin half an hour, they all fled to their rooms, quickly changing intoclothing more appropriate for the weather. Meeting at the door to thefront of the dorms, they all grinned. Throwing up her arms, Ruby leadthe charge.

“Let’s go!!!”She exclaimed cheerfully as she ran forward through the doors.

Except the doorsdidn’t budge. Slamming her face into the glass, she stumbledbackwards, rubbing her nose. “Ow…”

Peering out thewindow, Blake noticed just how packed the snow was. “Looks like wearen’t leaving through the front door.

Nora thought for amoment before grinning. “New plan! Follow me!” She said eagerlyas she grabbed Jaune by the collar, dragging him up to team RWBY’sroom.

Soon they were allstanding near the window, peering out it curiously.

“We’re gonnajump.”

Ruby and Yang justcheered, happy with the solution. Blake and Ren both sighed, as Weissjust put her head in her hands. Pyrrha put a comforting hand onJaune’s shoulder, already seeing the panic on his face. He wasn’texactly a fan of landing strategies after the initiation.

Nora moved to giveJaune a friendly push, but Pyrrha pulled him away, shooting a sternglare at her overly excited teammate. She knew Nora would never doanything to hurt Jaune, but it was better not to play around withheights.

“Without ourweapons it might be a little more difficult.” She offered.

“There’s treesdown there.” Yang offered with a shrug.

Weiss just shookher head. “Move.” She said before walking over to the window.Holding out her hand, she focused. Three glyphs appeared in the air,forming a sort of make shift staircase. “Now hurry up.” She said,gritting her teeth.

The rest of teamRWBY quickly hopped onto the first one before they began to hopetheir way down.

Nora and Ren werenext, though Nora merely hopped off the top one, crashing through thetrees as she took the quick way down.

Pyrrha just shookher head, smiling softly as she climbed out on the first one,patiently waiting for Jaune. Encouraging him a bit, they managed tomake it to the bottom one. She hopped off it, landing on the snowbelow as she looked up. As Jaune was about to jump, the glyphflickered and disappeared.

“Jaune!” Shecalled out worriedly, preparing to scramble to find a way to catchhim.  

To her surprisethough, Jaune managed to land on a branch safely.

Jaune stood up,laughing slightly at his own move. “I’m oka-” The frozen branchsnapped under his weight, sending him crashing to the ground, as apile of snow dropped onto him.

“Jaune!” Pyrrharepeated worriedly, fighting back a slight chuckle. He certainly wasimproving, but that didn’t do much for his bad luck.

Crouching down, sheshot a glare over her shoulder at Nora and Ruby who were laughing.Yang seemed to be chuckling but Blake hit her in the side playfully,a small smirk on her own face. Reaching out, she helped Jaune standup, brushing some of the snow off of him. “You landed on the branchvery nicely.”

Jaune just smiled,awkwardly laughing as he scratched the back of his head.

There was afamiliar sound, and soon they saw Weiss quickly hopping from smallerglyphs, landing gracefully on the snow. She quickly made her way overto Jaune, looking just over his shoulder. “I… I’m sorry. Ipromise you that was not intentional.” She said quickly, unable tomeet his eye. It was the honest truth, but she didn’t exactly enjoyapologizing. Especially when it was due to her own inadequacy.Managing large glyphs was just a bit of a… struggle for her.

Jaune just laughednervously. “Uh… no! It’s okay. I understand.” he offerednervously. He hoped it wasn’t intentional, but he couldn’t bepositive.

Pyrrha raised aneyebrow at Weiss’s apology, a bit skeptical but trusting her. Despitehow the white haired heiress would treat her partner at times, sheknew she didn’t actually dislike him. She just hadn’t been too fondof his advanced before the dance. Not that Pyrrha could say shedisagreed, but perhaps for a different reason.

Not one to dwell ona bad situation, Jaune laughed nervously and pointed. “Look!” Hesaid, gesturing to the rest of their teammates where they werecurrently beginning to build snowmen.

Yang and Blake werecalmly building one off on their own, while Ruby was still too busymaking a snow angel. Nora however, seemed to have an agenda. She wasrolling up a ball of snow, but it had quickly surpassed her heightand soon Ren was helping her push. She was taking quite a bit of thesnow in the field to form what Pyrrha could only assume to be thebase of her behemoth of a snowman.

Weiss scoffed.“Ruby! You need to compact the base tighter, haven’t you made asnowman before?” She said indignantly. If they were going to bemaking a snowman, it was her duty as a teammate to ensure they did itthe proper way.

Glancing over atPyrrha, Jaune saw her eyes light up in expectation. Clearly anotherthing Pyrrha wanted to do. Jaune figured Pyrrha may have made onebefore in her life, but he knew she wouldn’t have had the opportunityto do so with a large group of friends. Reaching out and taking hergloved hand, he quickly began to lead her towards the group, wadingthrough the sea of snow.

Looking down at herhand, Pyrrha was suddenly grateful the cold that flushed her cheeks,hiding her blush.

Wading over alittle off to the side, where Nora’s snow boulder hadn’t reached yet,Jaune turned to Pyrrha. “Here will do.” He offered, gesturingwith both arms to the vast field of untouched snow.

Pyrrha just staredout at it. ��I… uh…” She struggled, feeling a bit silly tojust start building one.

Sensing herhesitation, Jaune just shrugged. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Soon Jaune wascompacting a snowball to form the base of a snowman, grinning when hesaw Pyrrha begin to do the same.

Arkos was lost intheir own little world as they made a pair of snowmen, side by side.

Leaving for amoment, Jaune returned with a bundle of sticks and some rocks he hadscavenged from the nearby trees. “Now for the limbs…”

Pyrrha had lookedup curiously, seeing Ruby walking in an odd pattern around theperimeter of where Jaune and herself were currently working, butshrugged it off as she began to give her snowman some more details.

Biting his lip,Jaune tried to avoid teasing Pyrrha on how her tongue was stickingout slightly as she worked, clearly way too focused on the task athand. Before long the pair of snowmen were standing side by side,their stick hands interlocked as they stared gazing out over beacon.

Jaune and Pyrrhastepped back, looking over their handy work. “Now they’re partners,just like us.” He said proudly.

Pyrrha nodded,pulling up her scarf slightly, mumbling something about being morethan partners under her breath.

“Hey! Love birds!Turn around!” Yang called, waving a hand.

Both of themblushed as they turned around suddenly, upset and confused at Yang’ssudden taunt. What surprised them more was seeing Blake standing nearthe top of a tree with her scroll trained of them. After a moment sheflashed a thumbs up before quickly scampering her way down the tree.

Jaune and Pyrrhamade their way over to the group, curious about what they had missedwhile they were constructing their snow partners.

Yang, Ruby, andNora were all cracking up as they looked at Blake’s scroll.

Blake stepped back,hiding her scroll from Jaune and Pyrrha, until it suddenly glowedblack and zoomed out of her hand and into Pyrrha’s glowing one.“Cheater.” She mumbled in defeat.

Looking at it insurprise, Jaune and Pyrrha both blushed as she threw the scroll backat Blake.

“Blake!” Sheexclaimed, earning more laughs from the crew.

Blake raised herhands in innocence. “Yang made me do it.”

Yang just grinned,shooting Pyrrha a thumbs up.

Pyrrha just sighed,blushing as she dropped her head into her hands. Glancing sideways,she saw Jaune looking up and away, still sporting a blush of his own.

On the scroll hadbeen a picture of the two them standing in front of their snowmen.But they were in the center of a giant heart that Ruby had carvedinto the snow around them.

Yang just continuedto cackle, until she was met with a snowball hitting her face. Wipingthe snow off, her eyes narrowed as she glared at her sister who wascackling.

“You let yourguard down.”

“Oh it’s on.”Yang said, as she reached down and grabbed a snowball.

“You guys are sochildish. I ca-” Weiss as cut off as a snowball exploded in herface. Everyone turned to Ruby, but Ruby just whined. “It wasn’tme!” Their eyes shifted over slightly, seeing Blake whistling asshe looked off into the distance.

“This ishappening!” Nora said as all hell broke loose.

Soon Jaune yelpedas he was ducking and diving as he hid behind a tree as the rest ofthem started pelting each other with snowballs. That continued for aminute until Pyrrha noticed her partner was abstaining from the funrather than just taking cover. Frowning, she quickly made her wayover to him, leaning over curiously. “Jaune? Is everythingalright?”

Jaune chucklednervously yet again. “I think it might be better if I don’tparticipate.”

Pyrrha frowned. Shewas having the time of her life experiencing this snow day with herfriends, and she certainly didn’t want to do so without her partner.“Are you sure? We’d all love to have you join us. I’m sure you’llbe fi…” She started, figuring this might be tied into his nerveswhen it comes to actual combat.

Jaune shook hishead. “I mean it might be better for you guys.”

Pyrrha quirked aneyebrow, caught off guard. She knew Jaune pretty well. She had seenhim happy, doubtful, sad, fearful, even faking confidence whenattempting to flirt. But this level of confidence was new for him.“I…” She tried to come up with a response, entirely disarmed byhis unexpected response.

Offering her a shysmile, Jaune opened his mouth to speak when a snowball exploded inhis face.

“Jaune! Youcannot hide from me!” Nora exclaimed, posing triumphantly.

Jaune brushed theshow off his face, and Pyrrha stepped back at the expression in hiseyes. She had seen it before, but only when he was facing Grimm withhis back against a wall. It was the look of someone ready for battle.

Reaching down, heslowly made a snowball. He glanced over at Pyrrha. “I warned youguys.”

Nora laughed againas she saw her friend step out from behind the tree. Her plan to gethim to join in had worked. She was about to speak again when asnowball collided with her stomach like a bullet. Her eyes widened,but before she could react another one met her face.

Everyone’s jawdropped as Nora dropped in the snow. Their eyes shifted to Jaune, whowas standing there. Pyrrha could practically see his aura from theintensity he was showing. Suddenly their playful game seemed a lotmore intense.

“Lucky shot!”Ruby called out as she charged towards Jaune. Jaune merely met hercharge, running towards her as well. Ruby threw one, but Jaune dodgedto the side before pelting her with one as they passed each other.

She stumbled a fewsteps before dramatically falling to the ground. “Ugh! He got me!”

“Ruby! How dareyou! That was my sister!” Yang called out as she rushed forward.

Jaune threw twomore but Yang punched each of them as she scooped one up and launchedit at Jaune.

Leaning back, Jaunebarely managed to dodge it as he stood up with a fresh snowball,nailing the surprise Yang in the face with it causing her to stumbleback into a snowbank.

Soon Ren and Blakewere running circles around Jaune, staying on the move. Jaune triedto throw one at Ren, but he would miss and have to dodge aretaliation from Blake.

Taking a deepbreath, Jaune was patient.

Jaune sprinted tothe side, and as he expected Blake had launched another snowball.Diving to the ground, it whizzed past his head and exploded into Ren,sending him back into the snow. Jaune quickly launched one at Blake,who used her semblance to disappear. What she wasn’t expecting wasthe follow up one that hit her just as she landed.

Pyrrha backed upnervously, watching in awe as her partner battled.

Standing acrossfrom him Weiss, scoffed. “You are pretty decent for someone notfrom Atlas. But I wont lose!” She exclaimed as she stretched herhand out, causing a glyph to appear before the snow erupted as aflurry of flakes obscured the area.

Pyrrha hid behind atree as snowballs went soaring out of the cloud.

Finally the flurrydied down as Weiss was standing there smugly.

Jaune was stillstanding, but out of breath. It was clear Weiss had the upper hand.Holding two snowballs, Jaune pelted one towards Weiss, who merelystepped to the side as it whizzed past her. Her eyes snapped up asshe saw the second snowball head high into the air.

Realizing hermistake, she barely had time to look down as Jaune’s snowballexploded into her chest. Her hands flew up as she fell backwards,closing her eyes. She had failed Atlas.

Pyrrha clapped herhands happily. “That was very impressive… Jaune? Jaune?” Shebacked up, seeing him form two more snowballs as he approached her.His eyes seemed distant as he looked at with her an almost apologeticlook.

Pyrrha backed upfurther, as she formed two snowballs. It seemed the battle wasn’tover yet. She threw one, but Jaune’s shot past it, whizzing rightnext to her head making her eyes widen. She couldn’t take it easierlike she was used to with training. He was certainly improving, butshe still had the advantage. But that was with weapons. With compactsnow, it seemed Jaune was far more experienced.

Jaune and Pyrrhatraded throws for a while, and Pyrrha was being pushed back.

Pyrrha wassurprised as Jaune stopped throwing for a moment. She saw him makethree, and Pyrrha raised and eyebrow. He couldn’t hold three verywell. He placed one on his shoe, before looking at her.

Ready, Pyrrha rantowards him holding one with determination.

Jaune threw thefirst one towards her, making her duck. Keeping her eyes on him shewas prepared for the follow-up. Pushing off the ground, she did aflip over the second one. Time seemed to slow as she flipped forward,preparing to counter attack. Her eyes widened in surprise as she sawJaune kicked the snowball up by lifting his foot, as he caught it andpelted it towards her. Pyrrha tried to turn mid air, but the snowballslammed into her side.

Surprised by beinghit by Jaune, she messed up her landing and slid on the ground,collapsing.

Jaune just stoodthere, breathing slowly. “War… war never changes.”

Seeing Pyrrha onthe ground, he ran over offering her a hand up.

Pyrrha just lookedup at him, a little in awe. “You won.”

Jaune chucklednervously, his more innocent look returning to his eyes. “Uhyeah…”

“Where did youlearn to fight like that?” Pyrrha asked, taking his hand andstanding up.

Scratching the backof his head, he looked away. “Let’s just say growing up with somany sisters brings it’s own challenges. Snowball fights… aren’tpretty at my house. Especially when my sisters enjoy teaming up.”

Pyrrha noddedgrimly, realizing the tough childhood he must have had. He hadn’tlearned to be good at snowball fights for fun, but rather as a meansof survival. Her eyes widened as she was about to warn Jaune but itwas too late.

Soon Yang walked upbehind Jaune, with Ruby on her shoulders as they dropped a massivepile of snow on Jaune’s head, collapsing him into a heap on theground. “Revenge!” They called out.

Pyrrha knelt down,prepared to help him when she saw his blond head pop out of the pileof snow like a gopher, pouting.

Pyrrha brushed someof the snow off his head, chuckling slightly. “Looks like thisfight isn’t over. Let’s work together this time.” She helped himup, and saw Nora and Ren making a fort in the snow.

Soon every pair ofteammates were making their own forts as the snowball fight wasrenewed with vigor.

Before longhowever, all the students found themselves shivering in the cold, andstomachs protesting having skipped breakfast. Calling a truce, theyall made their way to get some warm lunch in the cafeteria. Theyweren’t really willing to let their snow day end there though.

It took someconvincing to drag along Weiss, who was used to snow, and Blake, whojust wanted to curl up and read indoors, but they were all on theirway to town, using this chance to see the peaceful town covered insnow, and maybe get some shopping done.

They had all walkedthere together, huddled closer together to keep warm. The first twoto veer off were Yang and Blake, Blake practically dragging Yang intoa bookstore as compensation for getting dragged out of the dorm.

Soon it was justJaune and Pyrrha as they had passed a sweet shop. Ruby dragged Weissin after smelling cookies and Nora had dragged Ren in after seeingthe advertisement for the new Maple Bars. Jaune had offered to go inif Pyrrha wanted to try something, but she had shook her head,instead mentioning wanting something hot to drink.

So here they were,walking down the street huddled close together as they made their wayto their favorite cafe in the city. It had started to snow again,causing Pyrrha to look up in awe.

“It’s sobeautiful.” She muttered appreciatively.

Looking up, Jaunegrinned. “I agree.”

Letting out a sighof content, Pyrrha could be more at peace than at this moment. “Iwish this day could last forever.”

Jaune just smiled.“I wish so too.”

The rest of theirwalk had been in blissful silence as they finally arrived at theshop. Dutifully holding open the door, he bowed slightly as Pyrrhaentered, causing her to giggle at his over the top antics. “Wellthank you.” She said.

Jaune just laughedand followed her in, rubbing his gloves together hoping to cause somefriction to warm up his frozen gloves at this point.

As one mightexpect, there was quite a line in the little coffee shop. Lookingover, Jaune was about to offer to go somewhere else with Pyrrha, butjudging by her content smile she would be fine waiting. Jaune alsohad to admit the heated room certainly did beat the cold at thismoment.

Their conversationhad lulled a bit as they waited, suddenly finding themselves void oftopics.

Still, Jaunecouldn’t help but notice Pyrrha seemed to be staring intently at theboard. This had caused Jaune to cock an eyebrow. “Pyrrha?”

“Hm?” Sheinquired half-hearted, still staring intently at something.

Jaune frowned,trying to follow her gaze. They had been going to this shop onoccasion for a few months now, and Pyrrha always got the same thing.She rarely even looked at the menu. Scanning the board, Jaune finallyfound the culprit. The snow day special was a Cinnamon CaramelFrappucino. Jaune could practically hear Pyrrha’s sweet toothsounding the sirens in her head. He had to admit he found itadorable.

Soon enough it wastheir turn. He let Pyrrha walk up first. She seemed to be debatingintensely about what to pick. Leaning over Jaune quickly whispered.“Go for it.” Her eyes widened, but she suddenly blurted out.

“Large CinnamonCaramel Frappucino please.” She said with an almost scandalous lookon her face. Jaune knew Pyrrha was usually pretty careful about whatshe ate and drank, working hard to stay at peak physical condition.Treating herself never seemed to be an easy choice for her, but heknew she certainly deserved it.

He tapped hershoulder suddenly. “Pyrrha, you dropped your scroll.” He said,pointing behind her.

Pyrrha turnedaround surprised, looking for her scroll as her hand flew to herpockets.

Jaune quicklystepped up. “Large Hot Chocolate. This is for both of them.” Hetold the confused cashier quickly, handing her his money.

She understoodafter a moment, before grinning and nodding, quickly going throughthe transaction.

By the time Pyrrharealized that she in fact still had her scroll, it had only taken hera moment to realize what Jaune had been playing at. She was too slowto stop it though as the cashier had already handed Jaune his change.Pouting, she moved off to the side to wait for her drink.

Jaune couldn’t helpbut chuckle at seeing his partner pout.

Pyrrha glared athim for just a moment before letting out a sigh. She couldn’t be madat him, especially when the action in question had been so sweet.Secretly, she had to admit that she enjoyed being pampered by Jauneevery once in a while mostly because she knew his actions came fromhis heart, not a sense of praise.

Pyrrha stood therein defiant gratitude, while Jaune stood there a little proud.

Before long Jaune’sname was called and they both grabbed their drinks before moving offto a seat on the side. Jaune sipped his hot chocolate happily as heglanced over at Pyrrha. She was staring at her drink intently, as ifshe had just received a gift from heaven.

Taking her firstsip, her eyes closed in pure bliss.

Jaune just chuckledat his partner’s antics, she was fun to be around as always. Theywere both quiet as they enjoyed their drink, aside from the suddenrumbling of Jaune’s stomach.

Raising an eyebrowPyrrha looked at him curiously. Silently she stood up and movedtowards the line.

Jaune was about toget up as well but a raised hand and a stern glare from Pyrrha hadhim sitting down again, confused and curious.

Before he had foundhis answer though. Pyrrha returned, setting down a pair of chocolatecroissant for them. Jaune was surprised, but quickly took a bite ofhis. It melted in his mouth and he ascended into bliss. He wasn’teven aware of how bad he wanted one of these, but sure enough hispartner knew him better than he knew himself.

It was Pyrrha’sturn to giggle as she found her partner adorable as he ate the snackquickly, feeling slightly triumphant she had gotten her revenge forhim buying their drinks.

Before long thoughthey had finished their drinks, and the croissants were long gone.They braved their way back through the cold, seeing the snow gentlyfalling around them. It felt peaceful yet again.

Seeing Jaune shiverslightly, she frowned. She had brought a scarf and a thicker coat,but Jaune hadn’t planned as well for being out so long in the snow.

Walking a littlecloser, she wrapped her arms around his as she leaned into him.“Don’t want you to get a cold.” She offered with a faint blush.

Jaune turned beetred but nodded. “Good idea.” He muttered, leaning his headagainst hers for a moment.

They continued downthe streets like this for a while, until they saw the rest of theirfriends approaching. Pyrrha reluctantly, but quickly let go ofJaune’s arm. If just to avoid the storm of teasing that would ensuefrom Yang.

That didn’t saveher completely as she light-heartedly teased them about returningalone.

Soon though, allthe students had had enough of the cold for one day. They quicklyfled back to Beacon. After having their fill of a piping hot stew theschool had prepared to warm up all the cold students who found theirway back home, they all headed over to one of the dorm’s living room.Ren and Blake had brought in hot chocolate while Ruby and Pyrrha hadpopped some popcorn for both teams.

Some relocation andliberation of pillows and chairs later and they were all settled in.They had decided to watch a movie and both teams got comfy. In one ofthe large chairs, Blake and Yang were both curled up under a blanket,watching happily. On the couch Nora was all but in Ren’s lap as theytook up one half of it, on the other half sat a giddy Ruby and aWeiss who still seemed a bit uncomfortable about how casual and closeeveryone was being. Though, she hadn’t offered any protest aseveryone got situated.

Jaune and Pyrrhawere situated on the other chair. Jaune had offered to take the floorbut Pyrrha had insisted there was enough room. They were sharing ablanket as they both clutched their mugs of hot chocolate close tothemselves.

Pyrrha let out ayawn, the pleasantness of the atmosphere making her relax as sheleaned her head on Jaune’s shoulder.

Jaune froze a bitbefore relaxing and letting his rest on hers.

Yang had been aboutto say something but Blake elbowed her in the side, mutteringsomething about letting them have the moment.

Yang just let out acontent smile at them, and went back to watching the movie. Aftersneaking a picture of course.

As the group ofteens watched the film, they failed to notice the message that thestorm wouldn’t be passing and that school would have been canceledagain the next day. But not a complaint would be heard from thegroup.

After all, in theiropinion, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

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Thank you for the prompt and thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this, this was honestly a blast to write. Also REALLY gave me the craving for chocolate croissants. I need to hunt one down tomorrow… I’ll be trying to get to the rest of the prompts soon! I have ideas for most of them, just a matter of finding the time to sit down.

#rwby #arkos #Team RWBY #team jnpr #Jaune Arc #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #nora valkyrie #ruby rose #weiss schnee #Blake Belladonna #yang xiao long #Weiss is done with snow #Blake just wants to read #Nora is a bat outta hell #Yang is just a happy momma bear #Ruby doesn't see a difference between snow and crack cocain #Pyrrha loves the only thing as pure as her apperently #Jaune's childhood was a frozen hell when it snowed #Ren just wanted to sleep #Ozpin could have had classses #But took a lesson from Dumbledore and his school of fuck it. #I like these kids #Rules are just suggestions anyway #I have a cane #fight me

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Slayer brings Hell to Michigan one last time with Lamb of God, Amon Amarth, and Cannibal Corpse

What could be more appropriate weather for Slayer's last Michigan show than death via tornado and extreme thunderstorms? Hellfire? Acid rain? An over-exaggerated weather forecast, in Michigan? You don't say. It is pissing rain, but there have been complete breaks in weather. My hope that the show will go on (even after other dates on the tour cancelled for less) is going to hold out. Fuck yeah Michigan. 

Everyone who loves metal has an affinity for Slayer. They're the only band in metal that at shows for other bands, their name is yelled instead.

This shit has been going on since the 80s. Hell, the first time I went to Harpos people screamed "Slayer!!!" the entire fucking night. It took me forever to understand this. I was 16, I didn't have a clue. I figured it out after one of the dudes in line said "I get that people always say Slayer at shows, but metalheads say that shit too much sometimes..."

Before heading in I’m spotted by one of my favorite photographers and people I’ve met doing this shit, Mirak. He is a fucking champion at this shit. I’ve loved his work since long before I met him and well before I was at these types of shows. I highly suggest getting to know the dude as he was shooting for the ampitheater that night. We hung out in his car and shot the shit about how we both got denied on the first leg of the tour, and hopefully how the weather would hold up. Cheer Mirak!

This is a full circle moment for me on a massive and inspirational level. Almost 20 years ago at the same venue (different name) I watched Slayer lay waste to Pine Knob at Ozzfest 99. Now I'm sitting in the Arbor at DTE Energy Theater, anxiously awaiting my trek with my shitty fucked up foot down amphitheater steps to photograph Cannibal Corpse opening for the metal gods Slayer.

This is what music is all about.

This feeling I have inside me that is part anxiety part overwhelming emotion about not deserving this part absolute excitement.

Fuck. 

Coming down the steps revealed the largest Cannibal Corpse banner I've ever seen. Kings of Floridian Death Metal deserve such a display. As the group walked out I noticed Corpsegrinder had popcorn set out for him on one of the bass cabs. As baked as I am right now I only could think of one thing... "I wish George would hand me that right now, I could crush some popcorn."

They ripped into "Evisceration Plague" . This crowd is loving the Florida-five-some and I'm finding it as hard as the last time I photographed these dudes to not dance like Ace Ventura Pet Detective.

The song stuck in my head for days was the brutal "Red Before Black". It sounds like getting your innards spread on a Twister mat and played with by laughing cretins. Anyone up for some blood sausage?

By now my janky ass foot feels the worst its felt yet. It seems like its gonna continue to feel like complete shit for a while.

They ripped into "Evisceration Plague" . This crowd is loving the Florida-five-some, and I'm finding it harder than last time I photographed Cannibal Corpse to not dance like Ace Ventura Pet Detective.

The song stuck in my head for days was the brutal "Red Before Black". It sounds like getting your innards spread on a Twister mat and played with by laughing cretins. Anyone up for some blood sausage?

By now my janky ass foot feels the worst its felt yet. It seems like its gonna continue to feel like complete shit for a while. Although the adrenaline is coming in and out and making me forget about it.

Its pretty wild that while shooting I was able to focus on Amon Amarth and the shots I wanted to get. Their stage setup is incredible. Excellent lighting. Silk banners that set the 3d centerpiece viking warship the fuck off. 

The Swedish quintet come out to a massive roar and gave us an aural beating via "The Pursuit of Vikings". The power behind this band is felt in the bottom of my gullet. Improving my DNA and making me stronger as I write this. Foot pain. Ill fucking deal with it. Is it broke? Who cares. Is this going to affect me shooting the rest of this concert? No. Will it affect my walk between the media meet up area and the photo pit? Yes, definitely. But once I'm there. Its not gonna matter. 

Amon Amarth set the next tone by bringing an even bigger crowd than CC. Rowing pits. Driving pounding brutal melodic death metal music echoes throughout the entire DTE Energy Theatre complex. Along with the deafening crowd roars after each song, this band is gaining fans by the second. All of this makes me look at my foot like "you son of a bitch". Even the rips from my cbd vape pen are not helping. Neither is pointing and yelling, ROWWW!!!

Lamb of God. I've waited to shoot them for a long time. They were on my first list of bands that I wanted to work up to shooting. When I made that list, it was a pipe dream. It was so far-fetched to me.

I love how much they give back to punk and hardcore via metal. Their start came from a world drenched in NYHC and the original DC Hardcore. Being from Virginia it only makes fucking sense. 

I can feel that vibe more and more every second we get deeper into their set. Randy is jumping like he is fucking 19. Mark is headbanging like he's back in a VFW hall in the early 2000s. This is the energy I wish more metal bands had.

I understand that some can't move much because their technical prowess limits their movement. Although, my preference is a band that gives all their energy on stage because that sends a vital message to crowd-goers.

YOU BETTER GO HARDER THAN WE ARE ON STAGE. YOU PAID FOR THIS SHIT. GIVE YOURSELF THE RELEASE YOU DESERVE!

Omerta. Omerta. Omerta. Brutal Lamb of God has not lost a step even though the world has tried to trip them up over the years. Even though this is not the full lineup with Art Cruz filling in for Chris Adler on drums. This is so fucking satisfying to my younger self, that I gotta stop and just enjoy a few seconds of it. I've seen them a handful of times over the years, but never this fucking close.

Randy making it up to the drum riser and jumping off swinging his dreads like the next generation of die hard Bad Brains fans. Mark's consistent headbanging through shredding like a virtuoso has my brain needing a fucking repair, possibly a full fucking replacement. Shit's so blown. With sod in the air, mud flying, and mosh pits breaking out all over the hill, the only way to up this shit is with Slayer.

How the fuck am I supposed to shoot Slayer now boys?

The first time I saw the legends that are Slayer, I was a teenager. I was with my Dad and Aunt and Uncle. I headbanged with my Mexi-Fro through their entire set. I watched Deftones, Slayer, Rob Zombie, then Black Sabbath. The day was my 2nd Ozzfest of 5 annual trips to Pine Knob. I didn’t have some prophetic feeling that I would photograph this shit or play on this stage as a drummer. I just knew it felt so unbelievably comfortable there.

A metal festival made me feel at home after a decade and a half of feeling outcast and awkward as fuck. Still to this day, I get that same feeling, I experience this shit every time I go shoot. It’s how I know 20+ years later that I was right in thinking this was my life. Slayer fits in there on so many levels.

As I sit here at a picnic table with 2 very kind Canadian gentlemen photographers, I realize that this has always been waiting for me. Waiting for me to take the dive. Waiting for me to take chances. Waiting for me to take the next step and try for massive gigs. Gigs I’ve only been denied for before. I can’t help but think “Do I belong here? All these other dudes are shooting for newspapers or magazines or the venue itself or the tour. What the fuck am I doing here?”

Then it fucking hits me.

It’s time.

We gotta head down to the stage and await tour securities final approval for photo pit entry. My fucking mind is racing. The whole amphitheater is fucking packed with drunk, stoned, drugged up metalheads and as we make the final trek down to wait, I lose all anxious emotion and say to myself “One of the Big 4, thank them by nailing some photos’’ and unleash one of the loudest crowds I’ve ever been in front of.

So far the most important band I’ve ever photographed. Their influence is felt all over the world. They have a quintuple leg final tour going on for fucks sake. There are so many people screaming elongated “SLAYER!!!!!” and then I see them walk out on stage, from side stage. They drop the first curtain and it gets even louder. Halfway through the double kabuki drop and I’m already shooting.

Slayer logos pop up on the silk screen at the front of the stage. All of a sudden massive pyro blasts go off and I can feel the heat 100 feet away. They start ripping into “Delusions of Saviour” and then more fire blasts and the silk screen drops. A dozen crew members catch the silk screen and bundle it up and run it out of the photo pit. A bad ass looking mother fucker gives us the okay and we are in the pit to Slayer rapidly punching the crowd in the face aurally like the heavyweight champions of metal they are. I make my way through the pit all the way to Kerry King and just start blasting off shots. The fire blasts are so much more intense than when we were standing on the side wall. I'm literally the closest person to Kerry on the face of the planet and I don’t know if I have fucking eyebrows anymore.

I feel like I’m fucking 16 again.

I can’t believe I’m doing this shit.

There is so much fucking headbanging going on that I can finally ignore the stench of 15000 stinky Detroit metalheads. Present company definitely included. Watching this band go off, sans Paul Bostaph as I can’t even see him behind the massive drum kit. I failed fucking miserably even being able to see Paul, let alone get a shot of him. Slayer doesn’t let up. The songs come rapid fire. How the fuck are dudes approaching 60 still commanding a full amphitheater? God damn, I can’t even understand the level this shit is on. Slayer sounds even better than in 99.

How the fuck is this possible? Why the fuck is this the end? Holy shit. As happy as I fucking am shooting this show it’s already starting to hit me that even two songs in and we’re almost done. This is it. No more fucking Slayer here ever again. No more.

I stop just like I did earlier in the day. I just watch for a good 45 seconds. This is absolute insanity. It’s also complete fucking harmony too. Everyone at this show is connected to this shit. Even the puking elder, even the little kids who are there because of their parents, even the security guards. You can feel the energy. I know it’s super fucking hippy to say this shit, but it seriously feels like we’re in a bubble.

Next thing I know, I’m hobbling my way to my car damn near on cloud 9. Slayer had slayed Michigan one last time. The most brutal of the Big 4 gave us one last insane show and sendoff. My drive home was one of the best I’ve ever had in my life. I can’t say if there will be more North American dates in the future or if they will extend the final tour or not. What I can say is this, if you missed this and are upset about it, you should be upset about it.

For one, I’ve never seen greener grass on that hill, and also it get completely destroyed by the end of the night. Two, it was an insane lineup from start to finish. Three, tickets were like 29 bucks for lawn. Four, the Big Four. It was one of the Big Four saying goodbye and you missed it! So, do yourself a favor and check out the photos below. Oh, you were there? See what we saw from our view. If you feel the love, spread it, and share this link with your friends!

Give Slayer, Lamb of God, Amon Amarth, and Cannibal Corpse your follows and your love. These dudes have all influenced modern music in so many ways. This wasn’t just a final Slayer show, this was a fucking homage to metal and it’s different sounds…

You have Original Florida Death Metal, Swedish Melodic Viking Metal, Virginian Metal Core, and the god damn kings of like 7 metal genres. How many genres just don’t fucking exist without Slayer? I doubt Black Metal even comes up. I doubt Thrash really gets its metal edge. Does crossover? What about Speed Metal? Does that even make it out of the 80s?

After Sabbath, the Big Four are there. Slayer can easily be argued for the reigning metal lords. No wavering, just beat the shit out of us for almost 40 years. Slayer isn’t dead yet. The tour continues, and the music will never ever cease to impact, inspire, and give intensity to new generations of music.

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Buggying around Buzios: Our Bonus Days in Brazil

Guys I am going to shock you here. Like really blow your mind. Sometimes, things don’t go according to plan.

Yeah, I know. Hard to believe when you’re a Tracy Flick loving, organizational spreadsheet making, perpetually over-planning-yet-somehow-still-a-scattered-helpless-hot-mess like I am. But every once in a while those plans just really go off the rails. Sometimes the weather is relentlessly terrible, sometimes your professional life crumbles at very inconvenient times, sometimes a dream trip you’ve been planning since you were thirteen is peppered with daily disasters.

Some of you may have picked up that yeah — I’m talking about my trip to Brazil. And yup, it really boiled over when we got to Buzios. The day that we returned from diving, Heather and I went to check in for our flights to the final leg of our trip, a crazy whirlwind three days and two nights at Iguaçu Falls. I was stressed out from trying to decide what to do with my last week of travel after Heather left and exhausted from weeks of already being on the road. When I looked at the forecast and saw nothing but relentless thunderstorms for the next week in Iguaçu, I almost burst into tears.

We had had crazy downpour in Paraty. We had had rain in Rio. We had had drizzly days in Buzios. We couldn’t handle any more rain at a freakin’ waterfall, of all places.

So I did something crazy, something this type-A planner is not likely to do.

We skipped our flight.

And DAMN, did it feel good. I am not one to throw money down the drain no matter how small the sum, and I am not one to veer from the plan, no matter how awful a plan it seems when it comes time to execute. So this was a very big deal.

We traded an insanely ambitious 72 hours of non-stop travel and sightseeing for an extra night in Buzios and an extra night in Rio before our flights, an absolute luxurious bliss of near nothing-ness. I swear, it was the best decision I made in all of Brazil — as we booked an extra night in our hostel and headed out to a celebratory dinner, I was actually giddy.

I was free of the terrible professional situation that had been haunting me. I was free of the bad weather. I was free of the questionable itinerary I’d created for us. I was so flippin’ free.

And I was thrilled to have another night in Buzios, which I’d been stressed out feeling like we were short-changing. Between the work awkward-ness of our first few days and the bad weather that had delayed our diving and put cancelled two straight days of our plans, we’d hardly gotten to explore this highly-anticipated destination.

Can you even imagine a cuter place to enjoy our newfound liberation than the waterfront Nomad Hostel?

At 210R ($67US) per night, our room wasn’t exactly the cheapest room I’ve ever booked. But for a private bathroom, a nice included breakfast, an oceanfront balcony, and the most central location a backpacker could ask for, it represented pretty good value for bougie Buzios. And dorms are available for those who have a little tighter of a budget.

With our newfound day and night by the sea, we strolled the waterfront at sunset, more relaxed than we’d felt in ages. While I’m not much of a shopper, even I couldn’t resist the adorable boutiques of Buzios, and ended up with a new dress — and an adorably endearing hug from the salesgirl at check-out.

We had a celebratory dinner at Salt, where we ordered Thai curries and toasted to our new plans.

No longer shackled to a before-sunrise wake up call to get back to Rio for our flights, we finally got the chance to experience Buzios’s wild nightlife and danced the hours away at Privilege, an overpriced, high society nightclub along the waterfront.

The next morning, we braced our hangovers for to check one last thing off our Buzios bucket lists — renting a buggy and exploring the peninsula’s dozens of beaches. This is pretty much the thing to do in Buzios, and it was bordering on criminal that we hadn’t gotten the chances to do so yet.

Confession: we got a pretty late start on the day. Considering the cost of buggies — our rental was $20US each for the day and we also spent $7US each on gas and $5US each on parking — I’d recommend snagging one the second the rental companies open, or even better blocking off two or more full days to play. We were leaving the next morning for Rio but didn’t waste a moment lamenting our lack of buggy hours — after all, it already felt like we were on gifted time.

Our first stop was the beautiful rumored tide pools of Praia de Ferradurinha.

Perhaps the tide was really high or perhaps we went the wrong way, but we didn’t actually find a beach. We couldn’t have cared less though, captivated as we were by the gorgeous local scenery. The place was pretty much deserted aside from a local fisherman who enthusiastically showed us his catches and told us a long, dramatic story with so much passion that it didn’t matter to any of us that we didn’t understand a single word.

On the way back to the main road, we stopped briefly at popular Praia de Geriba so I could photograph some colorful buggies and swan floats that reminded me of a Gray Malin photograph.

The next few hours were a blur of beaches, viewpoints, and colorful vignettes we pulled over on the side of the road to photograph. Buzios had such a different climate and feel from anywhere else we’d been in Brazil; it was as if we’d somehow driven our buggy all the way to Aruba.

The sun setting at around 5:30 meant that we often ate lunch only a few hours before sunset. Such was the case on this lazy day, when we drove along Praia de Tartaruga until we stumbled on the adorable Restaurante Tartaruga, where we watched beach-goers start to pack up for the day and head to their sunset spots.

Eventually, we did the same, working our way towards the pier at Praia Manguinhos, Buzios’s most famed location for sending off the sun. The busy beachfront here was packed with chic boutiques and bars, a world away from the remote stretches of sand we’d spent the day exploring.

We decided to forgo the hustle and bustle — we were late to snag a prime seat, anyway — and walked to the end of the pier to dangle our feet over the edge and wait for the sky to catch on fire.

After, it was a mad rush to return our buggy by the inconvenient hour of 6 (it would be nice if they gave you an hour post-sunset), reconfirming my suspicious that it’s best to take the buggy for at least two days.

The second half of our time in Buzios was a really happy high point for me in Brazil. With its close proximity to Rio, it’s amazing beaches, the great diving nearby, the indulgent nightlife and all the rest of the hedonistic fun on offer, I can’t imagine leaving it off any itinerary.

Am I said I didn’t get to see Iguaçu Falls? Kind of… but I also kind of know it will still be there when I eventually boomerang my way back to South America. And so why make myself miserable trying to fit it into this one trip? I’ll always be grateful to Buzios for reminding me that sometimes an impulsive decision is the best one, and that sometimes plans really are made to be broken.

Next up, back to Rio!

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