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cissyenthusiast010155 · 4 months

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Happy New Year!!!

I know it’s a little late, but I wanted to take my time to write this out.

It’s been just over a year since I started this blog!! That’s crazy… For the last twelve or so months, I have had a blast with so many amazing and wonderful people. I am truly so grateful to have found the brilliant community that I have on here. And I cannot wait to see what the new year brings!

Thank you everyone for all your lovely interactions and support!! I have loved connecting with you! I love writing on here. So thank you for reading and supporting me as well!!

Here are some specific shout outs to some very amazing people:

@daydream-cement For all the Gwen (especially Larissa content) you’ve made, Darling. You were my role model when I first got on tumblr for writing. Love you dearly, and we are all blessed to have you <33

@suckerforcate One of the first blogs that I interacted with as a writer on here. I loved reading your content, and you made me feel extremely welcomed on here.

@sevsnapes The whole reason I started writing on tumblr was because of you and your Snape content. My deepest gratitude. I hope you’re doing well!!

@littledollll I was so excited when I found you and your Gwen content! You are such a talented writer, love. I hope to have more conversations with you in the new year!!

@rrcenic My love, my bitch, my home. I love you dearly. And I miss you every second we’re apart. Sending love <33

@chaoticstateofaffairs We meet in my comments sections, and have been practically inseparable since. I am so grateful to you, Cat and Cal, you are fucking amazing.

@scream-queenlover Such a marvelous and beautiful soul and writer! Had so much fun writing collabs with you, and I can’t wait for our next adventure.

@weemssapphic My love, I am so grateful to know you!! You are a shining light in this world, and I couldn’t imagine tumblr without you.

@v3nusxsky We’ve shared some lovely conversations over the last months, talking and asking advice. Plus we wrote that really fun collab together! It’s been a treat to know you.

@pro-weems-places /@anti-bright-places You are such a sweetheart, and your blogs are so lovely. I totally have dm’d you on both accidentally multiple times, but alas, you are marvelous nonetheless!!

@storiesofsvu For tagging and inviting me to participate in your holiday 2023 bingo!! Thanks love! Hope to cross paths more often in the new year!!

@athenodora-sulpicia-writer I have loved our talks and your asks!! And you give the best recommendations. Hope you have a wonderful New Year!

@milfdilflover Sugar, you have given me unconditional love and I deeply thank you for that. You are a pure soul, and tumblr is so lucky to have you.

@neuroprincess I have loved all our conversations over the past few months!! You are so pleasant to converse with, sweetness. Hope the new year brings only more connecting between us!

@vioartemis My lovely, French girlie. I hope you’re well, and had a lovely New Years. Let’s talk more in the New Year!!

@la-muertas-lover Proud to have known you before you were la-muerta, as I have watched your blog blossom. Will always be here for you if you have questions or need advice, sweetheart!!

@inlovewithgreta My fellow MILF enthusiast, our hearts are both claimed by beautiful women… Honored to be on your New Years Post, that I couldn’t not put you on mine 🥰

@muffintopxs You, Darling, reached out to me, and I can’t get enough of your blog. Such great content. Hope to talk to you even more in the new year!

@clarkiewrites I have been honored to guide you and answer your questions this past year, love. You are so bright and tumblr is lucky to have you.

@agnessharknes Had a couple of conversations, mainly know you in passing, but your writing smashes. Hope you’re well, and sending love!!

And there are so so so many others!!! I’m sorry that I couldn’t mention everybody, but wishing you all a Happy New Years!! 💞💞💞

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stereksecretsanta · 4 months

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Merry Christmas, @thetommoway-oioii!

I hope you enjoy this. Here is all the fluff and cuteness for you with most of the tropes you requested.

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Tis the Season to be Merry (and to be Married)

The words came to Derek on a Monday morning about a month before Christmas.

He was in the kitchen that afternoon cooking dinner for… well, a crowd, basically. He and Stiles might have moved into their own house sometime earlier this year in a bid for privacy, but there never seemed to be a shortage of people suddenly popping in and out of their lives, especially to eat them out of house and home, and most especially during the holiday season.

Sometimes it was Derek’s parents, Desmond and Talia Hale, who had retired from handling the family businesses and the Hale Foundation, and were spending most of their free time either traveling or meddling in their children’s lives. Derek’s siblings also made frequent appearances, all six of them—Matthew, Valerie, Laura, Cora, Cameron, and Nathaniel—and each one bringing about their own brand of mayhem, chaos, and pandemonium.

And then there was Peter, Derek’s uncle, but the less said about him, the better. Derek was still wishing the man was too busy to make an appearance at the Christmas table this year.

Though it wasn’t like Stiles’s side of the family was any better. He only had his father, retired Sheriff John Stilinski, as immediate family—and Derek could already feel the headache at the two’s constant arguments about John’s love for meat and Stiles’s insistence on a diet—but Stiles made up for it with a found family numbering in… well, far too many.

There were his best friends, Scott and Lydia, with their own partners, sweet, gun-toting Allison and douchebag Jackson. Then there was their collection of friends like Erica who could castrate a man with her nails, tall and dark and silent Boyd, Kira who could wield a katana while wearing a skirt, Isaac who wore far too many scarves at any given day, and his boyfriend Danny who had blackmail material on everybody.

Derek paused in his cooking. They had too many people in their damn lives and in their damn business. He and Stiles should consider moving to, like, New Zealand or something. They both loved Lord of the Rings. They could probably go and live in a hobbit hole or something.

Though God knows their families and friends would still find a way to follow and pester them.

Derek resumed his cooking, putting the finishing touches on the chicken and the salad and checking that the brownies were baking perfectly. He passed by the refrigerator, pausing at the knick knacks that littered the surface.

Pride of place was his and Stiles’s photo from four years ago during their second year anniversary. They hadn’t been able to celebrate properly because Stiles had just finished a grueling shift at the hospital and Derek had been bogged down by paperwork from the university where he taught. Because of the late hour, all they could do was a fast food drive thru and then eat in the car. Stiles had taken a selfie photo of them.

They looked like crap, honestly—both of them obviously tired and worn, Derek’s tie was crooked and he had crumbs all over his shirt and Stiles was still in scrubs and had ketchup on his chin. But they were happy and in love.

Derek stroked the photo.

“I want to marry you,” he murmured, the words flowing from him like an exhale.

The words weren’t surprising and not even unexpected, not after ten years—two years of being annoyed by each other, two years of being friends, and six years of being together, one of which was spent here in the house they bought together.

Derek glanced out the window. It was a winter wonderland outside, interspersed with blinking lights from the neighbors’ Christmas decorations and the snowmen that littered the yards.

What was surprising was the urgency that came to him.

It was a cliche thought though, especially on Christmas, but maybe the festive season was getting to him, wanting him to find more reasons to celebrate.

Derek thought about Stiles as he cooked, thankful for the long vacation from teaching at the university that he could do this for his partner, especially since Stiles had pulled the short end of the stick when it came to shifts at the hospital this Christmas.

Derek thought about Stiles’s impish smile and his pretty eyes, thought about his voice, rich and soft, and about something funny he had said the other day—he said a lot of funny things all the time. He thought about taking lunch to the hospital a few days ago, only to have Stiles pull him into his office for a rather lengthy ‘thank you’ kiss and then complain about the amount of work he had to do as they ate together. (It was a lie. Stiles loved being a doctor, even if he had ended up being on duty on Christmas Day.)

Derek thought about Stiles’s dry wit and his sarcastic quips, how he played around with his Dad and his friends, how he adored Derek’s family, even though Derek’s siblings were insane. He thought about how soft he was during their quiet moments, how he curled into Derek’s touch and indulged in lazy sex and slow, lengthy kisses.

“I want to marry him,” Derek murmured the words to himself quietly.

It wasn’t so much that he and Stiles hadn’t considered marriage, but it hadn’t been a priority over the years, what with everything going on with their lives and families—Valerie’s son being born, John’s retirement, Scott and Allison’s wedding, Lydia and Jackson’s engagement, Stiles getting promoted, then that following year Derek had an accident and broke his arm…

Everyone knew he and Stiles were in this for the long haul. They obviously loved each other, annoyed each other, felt at home with each other, and they had plans and promises for the future and had started living together.

A formal arrangement just hadn’t been in the cards yet.

Derek heard a car horn and looked out the window to see Stiles’s jeep pulling into the garage. However, he highly doubted that they were not getting any other visitors that night. He finished the preparations just as the key was turning in the lock and Stiles’s voice immediately flowed into the once-quiet home.

“I’m home!” he called out, loudly and cheerfully. “And advance warning, we’re getting a bunch of strays tonight.”

Derek snorted. “That’s not new.”

There was the sound of shuffling and keys, and then muffled footsteps as Stiles moved further into the house. Derek was scooping servings into a large bowl when Stiles plastered himself to Derek’s back, arms snaking gently around his waist and pointy chin popping itself on his shoulder.

“You’re cold,” Derek said, not even fighting the smile that appeared on his face.

Stiles, just to be a jerk, slid his cold hands under Derek’s sweater. “Lydia, Nathaniel, Erica, and Boyd are all dropping by; and Mattie, too, which means he’s also bringing his baby girl, CC. They’ll be here in about an hour.”

Derek sighed. “All I wanted was a peaceful dinner.”

“When, in all our lives, have we ever had peace?” Stiles chuckled, kissing his cheek. “That smells good.”

“It’ll taste even better once you get comfortable and get changed,” Derek said, turning around to face him.

Stiles was smiling, and Derek had seen it a thousand times, but it was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His pale skin was a little red from the cold, especially his nose, cheeks, and ears, his brown hair was falling messily across his forehead, and his eyes were bright and warm as they looked at Derek.

“No welcome home kisses?” he asked, those pretty lips pouting.

Derek chuckled and obliged. “Welcome home.”

They kissed for a few moments, long and slow and sweet, before Derek rubbed Stiles’s back.

“Go and get changed. In an hour, we’ll get your strays bothering us.”

Stiles let out a squawk of offense. “Hey! How come when they’re bothering us they’re mine?”

“Because you make just as big a mess as they do,” Derek said, pinching his hip.

Stiles cackled, dancing away. “But you already picked me, so you have to put up with it. No take backsies.”

He let out a raspberry, which was really unbecoming of his age, especially a doctor, and then laughed loudly as he ran off.

‘I want to marry you,’ Derek thought, smiling at his retreating back.

A formal arrangement just hadn’t been in the cards.

But maybe it should be.

The words came to Derek again and again over the next few days.

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought, when Stiles was smiling at him, talking animatedly, his hands flying as he talked about his cases at the hospital.

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought, as they were getting groceries, with Derek’s siblings, twins Cora and Cameron in tow, all of them getting more sweets and chocolates than what the grocery list indicated.

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought, as Stiles ran past him screaming, followed by Isaac, Kira, and Derek’s nephews as they engaged in a snowball fight. Laura was screaming in the background that she’d punch whoever gets snow in her newly-dyed hair, only to get pelted by snowballs from all directions.

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought, a flutter in his heart, as they walked around the Christmas bazaar one afternoon, ungloved hands tucked into Derek’s pocket as they looked for kitschy Christmas gifts for their friends. Stiles beamed at him, bright and carefree, his nose pink from the wind, and Derek tugged him close and kissed him right in the middle of the market. Stiles didn’t seem to protest, going by the enthusiastic way he responded.

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought, holding a sobbing Stiles close after delivering the bad news to a couple that their child hadn’t pulled through during the surgery. He stroked Stiles’ hair, his back, his cheeks, and held him tighter, even tighter.

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought, panting and aroused and flushed as they showered together, pressed intimately from head to toe with Stiles kissing his neck.

‘I want to marry you,’ he thought as he watched Stiles conversing with their parents, Talia and Desmond and John, talking about where they could go for next year’s family vacation—Stiles and Desmond were both pushing for Disneyland, for the hundredth time, as they liked collecting Mickey ears. John wanted somewhere with cows, for some reason.

“I want to marry Stiles,” Derek said, the words coming out of him, unbidden and sudden in the middle of dinner with their parents at the Hale Family Manor when Stiles had gone to the bathroom.

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Talia cooed, eyes growing misty. “A new celebration for the family to look forward to.”

“Congratulations, son,” Desmond said, smiling proudly. “It’s been a long time coming.”

Derek turned to Stiles’s father, unsure what to expect, but the man was still enthusiastically into the steak he had managed to bribe Stiles into letting him eat for the night.

(“If you let me eat steak, I will drink all my medication and vote for Disneyland for next year’s family holiday,” John had said.

Stiles had looked torn, but he needed all the votes they could get. Family holidays were by majority vote.

A few minutes ago, just after Stiles had gone to the bathroom, John had said, in an act of betrayal, that he still planned to vote that they go somewhere with cows, possibly Switzerland.)

“Honestly, Derek, you two are practically married already, I don’t see the difference,” John said, shrugging. But he smiled. “You’re already family, but I guess it would be nice to put everything down in black and white.”

That night, Derek thought of the words and pressed them against the skin of Stiles’s shoulder as the younger man laid in bed beside him, breathing even and deeply asleep.

“I want to marry you,” Derek murmured reverently.

Stiles let out a sleepy murmur, snuffling a little, before turning into Derek’s hold, letting his warm and pliant and still-mostly-asleep self be gathered into Derek’s arms.

Derek pressed another kiss into his dark hair and smiled when Stiles squished his face against his neck.

As expected, Derek’s plan to propose to Stiles eventually made its way to their families and friends. He knew their parents wouldn’t have said anything. They knew better than to get ahead of Derek. But he knew one of his nosy siblings had probably heard and then blabbed about it. (He was betting on Matthew. He might be the oldest of them, but he was a shameless gossip.)

The constant hints and eyebrow raises during the yearly Christmas Eve dinner at the Hale Family Manor was a dead giveaway, as was Scott pulling Derek to the side for a speech—or something like that? Scott was awful at speeches—on taking care of Stiles, Erica almost spilling the beans twice before Boyd dragged his girlfriend to the corner to ply her with eggnog—which was probably the wrong thing to do—and Danny trying to coerce Derek not to propose until he got a betting pool going, with an offer to split the winnings. (It was honestly tempting.)

But it was Peter—who the hell invited him again?—who opened his big mouth.

“So, when’s the wedding?” he asked from his spot on the long dining table between Talia and Laura. Not even Talia’s death glare stopped him, but that was probably because of the two glasses of wine already in the man.

“Why is Uncle Peter even here?” Valerie asked, rolling her eyes at him. “I thought we made a rule that he’s banned here on Christmas.”

“It’s the other way around,” Cora spoke up. “He’s banned here, except for Christmas.”

John frowned. “We should add Christmas too, really complete the whole calendar.”

Peter ignored them. “So?”

Derek was sighing into his meal. Scott was groaning into his hands. Desmond was busy trying to wrestle the knife away from Talia. It would be awful if blood got on the Christmas placemats.

“Who’s getting married?” Stiles asked, confused.

“You and Derek, duh,” Peter said. “It’s high time you two stopped living in sin and finally tie the kno—” he suddenly found himself face down in his mashed potatoes from a well-timed smack on the head from Laura.

“Uh, what?” Stiles turned to Derek.

Derek took his hand.

“I told our parents I wanted to marry you,” he said calmly. He felt a touch nervous, but honestly he’d been thinking of the words so many times that it seemed so easy to say even in front of people.

Plus, Peter had sort of taken the wind out of his sails.

Stiles squeezed Derek’s hand.

“Marriage sounds good,” he said.

Peter blinked from where he was wiping his face and still snorting out potatoes.

“What?”

“I guess it’s high time we stopped living in sin, sweetie,” Stiles said, fluttering his eyelashes at him.

Derek sipped his glass. “Outdoor wedding would be great.” He raised his palm at Stiles. “Not Disneyland.”

“Fine. I get to pick the honeymoon then,” Stiles said.

He raised a hand at Stiles again. “Not Disneyland.”

Stiles pouted. “You’re no fun.”

Derek sighed. Stiles was so obsessed with Disneyland. “We can add it to the itinerary for a few days as long as you take time off from the hospital. We will not be getting calls during our honeymoon.”

“Deal,” Stiles said cheerfully. “I want an autumn wedding.”

Derek hummed. “That’s fine. You look beautiful in the fall.”

Stiles blushed. “Aww, Der.”

“Wait a sec! What just happened?” Peter blinked, looking around. “Did I do that? Did I get them engaged?”

“Peter is banned from our wedding,” Stiles immediately said.

Derek nodded. “Of course.”

“What? Oh, come on!” Peter whined. “I got you two engaged!”

“You did nothing. You were just nosy,” Stiles said, glaring at him. “And Derek already proposed a few nights ago.”

Derek looked to his parents. “I proposed that same night I told you.”

Stiles laughed. “No, you didn’t! You said it when I was half asleep!”

Derek shrugged. “Still counts.”

“Derek, you’re so boring,” Peter whined.

Stiles snapped his fingers, glaring at him. “Banned!”

John sighed and shoved food in his mouth. “Like I said, you two are practically already married anyway.”

“Well, we have been together for six years,” Stiles said, smiling at him, which enticed Derek to lean forward and kiss him.

“Congratulations!” erupted all over the table and Derek couldn’t help smiling.

Well, things didn’t go quite as planned, but that was all right. He was still marrying Stiles sometime in the future, and that was the most important thing.

“Peter, you’re still banned from the wedding.”

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intheorangebedroom · 1 year

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Pleased to meet you, a drabble

Summary: you and Benny have been dating for a little over three months when you finally agree to go hiking with him.

Pairing: Ben Miller x French fem!Reader.

Rating: Explicit 🔞

A/N: @nicolethered, this is a very humble gift for you, my dearest, dearest friend. I know smut is not my strong suit (unfortunately), and I wish I could present you with a much better gift, because you deserve the absolute fucking best, but I did do my very very best to give you the Benny I think you might like. You've given me and this fandom so much. Happy birthday season, ily ♥

I'm tagging every one, I hope no one will mind, because I managed to sneak in a little bit of plot, and, of course, subliminal mentions of Frankie 😜 (I can't help myself)

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A drabble: Proud Mary

You’ve got to give it to this country, it really knows how to do autumn. And autumn is the one thing you love but could never fully enjoy in Paris. A city with a dense urban fabric, there’s not enough space for nature to perform its flamboyant swan song in crimson and golden gradient, the parks and public gardens too tidy, too tamed to your taste.

In your late 20s, you would rent a car and spend the last week of October by the Normand or Picard shores, on your own, and revel in the colours you’d find along the road. Until you met Éric and, a couple of years into your relationship, he started demanding you stay by his side and accompany him as he attended the many parties and diners of the rentrée littéraire, the most important time of year for French publishers.

That memory belongs to another life, however. Almost to another girl, it seems.

Comfortably sitting on the leather seat on the passenger’s side of Will’s truck, your forehead pressed against the window, you take in all the shapes and shades of trees and bushes you can’t name in any of the languages you know. Your new boyfriend’s solid presence next to you, driving under the fiery canopy of an undergrowth country road. A little too fast for your liking, but that’s just how he does everything and, to be honest, you don’t mind, really.

Benny likes the outdoor. He thrives amidst nature. As soon as you two started dating, back in July, he began asking you to come with him on hiking trips upstate, exploring national parks the size of your hometown. You can spend entire afternoons picking pebbles and shells underneath the chalk cliffs of Picardie’s coast, silently observing the rising tides of the Channel, but you’ve never gone hiking, so to speak. You didn’t even own a good pair of walking shoes until you had to gear up for this trip.

This time you said yes, your heart wrapped in an unknown, warm embrace at his enthusiastic and spontaneous reaction. A wolfish howl and a little jump, before he grabbed his phone to text his brother that he needed to borrow his truck, the Mustang far too precious to drive on graveled and dusty country roads.

What convinced you to come is precisely this: the undeterred fondness with which he steadily reacts, every time you try and push back. The space and time he never fails to give you to be you and do your things.

And, of course, the prospect of a real North-American autumn. You don’t care what everybody says, you just like autumn. It is, hands down, your favourite season. You’ve debated it over countless times with Rosie, who, of course, only loves summer, laughing at her perennial final and closing argument, “you can’t prefer fall because it’s basic, and you’re not.”

She says fall, you say autumn. Inches and centimetres, flat and apartment…

Besides, autumn has Halloween. And that’s the one holiday your gothic heart not only tolerates, but love. The hypothesis -the hope- of being visited by the dead, once a year. You were never good with closure, goodbyes or mourning. The concept of the departed lingering about you keeps you going.

In an essay about death and its perceptions throughout history, you once read that the idea exists, in one form or another, in many different cultures throughout the world. That it’s about the living convoking the dead to help them prepare as they enter winter.

Winter sure is bleak. Christmas’s supposed to be fun, you suppose, if you have a functioning family. Which you seldom ever had. No, winter is not your thing.

No light, no hope.

You wonder what this winter is going to be like. Probably the best you’ve had in a long, long while.

You’ve got pure sunshine sitting next to you in the truck.

A khaki cap worn backward over his overgrown blond strands, his last haircut a distant memory, he’s wearing his usual worn-out dirty blue jeans that have you questioning whether he owns a second pair, and a faded blue shirt over a camouflage t-shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, his strong forearms on display. His massive frame dwarfs the spacious cab of the truck.

He hooked up his phone to the car’s stereo and Johnny Cash’s Live at Folsom is blasting through the old speakers, his own baritone resounding in the cab and sinking into your chest as he sings along to The Long Black Veil. It’s one of your favourite songs from this album, and you can’t get over how fond of this man’s voice you’ve become in only three months. It’s warm and comfortable and when you try to describe his laughter, the only word you can come up with is “luminous”.

He sings more and more often when you’re around, and you wonder if you can consider it a tangible proof of your fast-growing intimacy. Or perhaps he’s always singing, and the only reason why you get to hear it more often is because of the increasing amount of time you two spend together. It doesn’t cross your mind you might be the reason why he constantly sings.

Forgetting about the landscape for a moment, you set your gaze on your boyfriend, his tall figure and his soft face. His brow furrowed over his dark eyes, mirroring the lyrics’ somber melancholy as he joins in the chorus.

She walks these hills in a long black veil

She visits my grave when the night winds wail

You found a common ground in music with blues, folk, old country and vintage rock. Old habits die hard and at first, you feared he would impose on you the music plastered in loud album covers on his band t-shirts, Kiss, Metallica, Iron Maiden. You’d been agreeably proven wrong. For that’s not Benny. Benny makes everything easy. Benny adjusts.

You reach out for his thigh and give it a little squeeze, affection expanding your chest. His expression shifts immediately as he takes his eyes off the road to look your way, flashing you a flirty wink and a toothy grin. Oh, he’s a performer, alright.

You can’t help but laugh and skate your hand a little higher along his leg.

Hank William’s Alone and Forsaken is next in queue on his playlist, but Benny’s mind is not on the music anymore.

Every so often, his eyes leave the open road as he throws sideways glances at your thighs with about as much subtlety as a kid trying to nick candy from the kitchen cupboard, and you observe this little choreography with a bemused smile.

“You know I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing leggings in the city,” you say halfway through the song.

“That’s a shame because your legs look damn good in it. And your ass–” he trails off, narrowing his eyes with an explicit humming sound.

“But what’s the difference with my black jeans, for instance, the skinny ones?” you ask casually, as if he just didn’t light up a small fire in your core.

“I don’t know. It’s just— it’s not the same,” his voice drags and dips lower on the last words.

It sounds like he’s still singing even when he talks. You start to blush like a bashful teenager, so you immediately counter, opening your legs wider and propping your left knee on the bench.

His eyes return to the road, with a shake of his head and a chuckle that says you’re not playing fair.

Ike and Tina’s Proud Mary come up on the stereo and momentarily interrupt the game.

“Oh I love this song!” you exclaim as you lean forward to turn up the volume, “sorry, but I’m gonna sing.”

“Why you’re sorry? You got a nice voice.”

“How would you know that?” you whip your head towards him with an accusatory look.

“Heard you sing under the shower. I love the smell of your shampoo,” he provides with an apologetic, endearing smile.

“Well I’m singing to this, anyway,” you reply, now downright flustered.

The song still at its spoken preamble, your voice is a little shaky as you tune in to the first Nice and easy.

You flick your eyes up to Benny’s and find him already staring you down with a hungry look.

But there's just one thing…

Pulling on the safety belt to give it some slack, you slide on the bench to get closer to him, his eyes flicking rapidly between the road and your lips.

You see we never do nothing nice and easy…

You rest your right hand on his inner thigh and bite down a victorious smile when he sharply inhales, straining his gaze straight ahead.

We always do it nice and rough…

Your voice turns husky on the last word, a smile lifting the corner of your lips. Head tilted upward, you softly speak into his neck, letting your breath fan the thin blond hair on his nape, and rear back just enough to see them stand up.

So we're gonna take the beginning of this song…

You scoot closer still, pointedly pressing your breast against his side, his hands gripping the steering wheel, a growing bulge straining against the fabric of his jeans.

And do it easy…

You poke out your tongue, tracing the shell of his ear, nipping at his earlobe, as he draws in a sharp breath with a hissing sound, his grip on the wheel turning his knuckles white.

But then we're gonna do the finish rough…

The last word comes out of your throat in a rumble, your hand quickly sliding over to his throbbing erection as you cup him through his pants, pressing down with the flat of your palm.

This is the way we do–

“Ok, that’s it!” he barks, and your laughter tinkles.

—

The truck is parked on a light slope where Benny steered it precipitously, on the side of the road, coming to a halt in the middle of nowhere, barely deep enough into the woods to hide it from view. You slide on the leather bench when you move your leg to straddle him where he came to meet you on the passenger’s side. Your leggings lie on the car floor in a rumpled heap next to your new hiking shoes, and you grasp the headrest to regain your balance.

“You’re a fucking menace,” he pants, unbuckling his belt before raising his hips to slide down jeans and briefs in one hurried motion. He’s fully erect now and his smooth cock bobs against his clothed belly.

“I was only singing,” you object, giving the blond curls at his base an innocent little scratch before taking him in your hand.

He feels heavy and warm between your fingers, and you want to play with it a little, but he already ripped open the condom’s wrapping in his haste. You take it from him, with a breathless whisper of “lemmedoit”, and you push him against the seat back, pinning him under your gaze to make sure he looks at you when you lick a broad stripe into the flat of your palm, and give him a couple of hard, long strokes.

“Fuck, woman, just let me inside you, already,” he exhales, his head lolling backward against the headrest. “When you gonna let me fuck you without a rubber, baby?”

You’ve only ever let one man do that, and it’s not something you want to be thinking about right now, so you shut him up, plunging forward and moulding your lips onto his, fisting him harder. He deepens the kiss immediately, licking inside you like a starved man, fucking your mouth with his tongue as he sits up straight and grips your ass, kneading your soft flesh.

He pulls out to ask, “You wet for me, baby?”

“Huh huh,” you answer, nodding, chasing his lips, but he’s not done talking. Benny likes to talk.

“Good girl,” he says through another cocky smile, “gonna fuck you fast and good.”

You’d have slapped Éric for calling you a “good girl”, instead you feel another rush of slick pooling down your core, trickling down your spread thighs, as he slides you back on his lap by the flesh of your bottom.

“Been wanting to rip them leggings off your ass since I picked you up this morning, you won’t be able to walk when I’m finished with you.”

You want to shoot back that it defeats the purpose, but he doesn’t let you, skating through your folds and sliding his rough fingers over your entrance, rewarding you for what he finds there with a broad smile. You jump lightly at the exquisite breach when he slides two digits inside you, a hand still loosely wrapped around his length, the one holding the condom lying limply on the car bench.

“Fuck, listen to that,” he says at the squelching sounds of your wet pussy, as he roughly thrusts his fingers in and out, thinning your clit, his eyes darted down onto where he’s opening you for him. All you can manage is a lewd moan and a hooded look.

“Come on, baby, wrap me up and put me in,” he orders in his musical voice.

He’s still fucking you on his fingers, and you chase his hand a little longer, rocking shamelessly into it, before you finally comply and unroll the condom down on his length.

“Don’t tell my brother what we did in his truck.”

“Jesus fucking– what exactly do you think we talk about when we–”

You can’t finish your sentence, for he just knocked the air out of your lungs, shoving his cock inside your warmth all the way down, after swiftly withdrawing his fingers from your cunt, seizing your waist with one hand and lining himself up with the other. Benny moves surprisingly fast for a man of his size and his strength. Must be all that training for the fights.

Your forehead drops against his, your head heavy and weak with the sudden spearing sensation. There’s been no nice, straight to rough, his feet are planted firmly on the car floor and he fucks up into you at a dizzying pace, holding you down on his cock with both hands around your waist, a nearly bruising grip, and for a moment there’s nothing you can do but take it. Thinking about how much you like that he’s always in such a hurry to give it to you.

“Shit, that sweet pussy of yours,” he groans into your mouth, before kissing you again, and he makes it messy, bestial, licking into your mouth with unbridled hunger, it’s absolutely delicious, the way he devours you, always. Somehow your brain resurfaces and you brace a hand on his chest, tugging his hair harshly with the other. You know he likes it, when you pull, and scratch, and bite, and he groans with delight at the sting.

Fisting the fabric of his t-shirt, you shuffle your knees closer to him and start meeting him, rolling your hips in rhythm, fucking him right back, earning yourself a low and strained “fuck yeah” that reverberates in your stomach, the friction of the leather burning your skin.

His right hand skates around your curves to the cleft of your ass, and he tentatively presses there, but you shake your head no, and his voice is like sandpaper on wood when he asks,

“When you gonna let me fuck that gorgeous ass, baby?”

You tug on his hair harder, then let go, cupping his chin and sliding two fingers in his mouth to silence him. When he responds with an unexpectedly soft suckle, your cunt clenches around him, and his eyes flutter shut, his head rolling back as he groans.

You bear down on him and grip him again, as tightly as you can, and his hips fall out of their rhythm, his fingers clutching your ass in a twitch. You make a mental note of it, so you can give it to him again, later, before biting his jaw for good measure.

He puts all his strength into the following thrusts and a loud moan escapes you. You might not be able to walk once he’s done, after all.

“Make me come, Benjamin, I don’t want anyone to walk on us.”

He gives your fingers a hard suck and releases them with the popping sound you’ve come to associate with him.

“Ok but I’m fucking you again as soon as we get there, from behind. And I’m coming on your ass.”

He slides down over the edge of the seat and place both his large hands back on your hips, grinding you back and forth on his cock, ruthlessly, like you weight nothing, your clit rubbing against his pelvis. He’s stroking deeper, harder, brushing against that spot that makes you lose it, the angle is mind-bending, your vision turns white and you brace your hand on the car’s window, your whining voice desperate when you try to warn him,

“Oh shit Benny, I’m gonna come, shit, gonna be loud, can’t hold it–”

“That’s right, baby, sing for me.”

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The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 32

A/N: it’s the last chapter of this arc, but it’s going to give you a pretty good clue about what’s to come in the next one… I’ll let Ophelia tell you the rest.

OCs featured/mentioned: Carolyn Nyberg @lifeofkaze, Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch, Marigold Sterling @that-scouse-wizard

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, Ophelia’s schemes.

March 1897

It may have taken over three months, but Ophelia had finally managed to master the colour changing spell, and was now so proficient in casting it that she had been able to change the colour of not only her hair, but her eyes as well.

Of course, she had not made this change overnight. Naturally, such a shift had to occur gradually, lest it attract the wrong sort of attention. Over the course of the spring term, she had used the spell each day, slowly lightening her hair and brightening her eyes little by little until, by the final week of term, she was happy with the effect.

At last, her mousey locks and mud-coloured eyes had gone, and in their place, she had a head of honey-blonde curls and irises the hue of the spring grass. If she had been pretty enough before, now, she was close to being beautiful - not quite so beautiful as Carolyn or Adelia, perhaps, but striking enough to turn a few heads, at least. Now, all she needed was an opportunity to showcase her new good looks.

As chance would have it, the promise of such an opportunity arose on the very last night of term, when Professor Scrimgeour the Headmaster rose from his chair at the high table to make an announcement.

“I do not wish to intrude upon your supper,” he said, as almost thousand eyes rested on him. “However, I do have an need to make you all aware of something before many of you leave for the Easter holidays.

“Once or twice a century, the stars so align that a great tradition may take place at Hogwarts. I am talking about the great and historic Celestial Ball.”

Whispers began to echo around the Great Hall, and Ophelia sat up straighter in her seat, her interest well and truly picqued.

“A ball?” she whispered, barely able to believe her luck. “Here, at Hogwarts?”

“The Celestial Ball will be held at the start of May, and all students in the fifth year and above will be permitted to attend.”

Though Professor Scrimgeour continued to speak, Ophelia ceased to listen, her head already swimming with hopes and aspirations and ideas. She had never been to a ball before, though she knew from reading stories of such things and listening to the other girls in her common room that a ball was just what she needed to enact the next stages of her great plan. After all, many a marriage started with a mere glance across a crowded ballroom and a gentleman asking a young lady for her hand to dance, before ending with the pair of them riding in a carriage towards a large stately home and sizeable fortune.

Really, she could not have wished for better luck; if she wished to draw the attention of the eligible young wizards at Hogwarts, a ball was a perfect way to place herself on display, dressed nicely and dancing gracefully, with her new blonde hair and green eyes to boot. And, even if she were unable to catch herself a gentleman at the Celestial Ball, it would at least give her a better idea of how to behave at the society balls she would no doubt attend once she had turned seventeen, providing of course, that her mother would allow her to do so. She could not see why she would not. Yes, society balls were costly, but they were the best way to put oneself in the way of wealthy young bachelors. Everybody knew that. Really, it was more of an investment than it was an expense, especially if one already knew how to conduct oneself in such a situation.

Of course, she would have to make sure that she had a dress fit for the occasion; given its levity, she had to ensure that she looked perfect. Luckily, she had already fixed her hair and eyes, and she had the entirety of the Easter holidays to work on embellishing the dress her mother had given her for her birthday, or failing that, she might be able to make sure that one of the girls from her dormitory managed to ‘misplace’ one of theirs. After all, Caro and Adelia and Marigold had so many dresses that they would probably not miss just one, and by the time she had finished adjusting it, they would not recognise it as theirs anyway.

Ophelia barely ate another morsel that evening, nor barely slept a wink that night. How could she, when she was filled with such a potent sense of anticipation? When the Celestial Ball was just weeks away, and there was so much to be done in that time? When she knew that she was teetering on the edge of a great precipice, that this upcoming event may be just be the beginning of the rest of her life?

To be continued…

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Jan 7,2024

Hi everybody,

Happy New Year! I hope that Christmas was good to everyone and that everyone got to celebrate in whatever way they do. It is officially 2024... wow! that is pretty cool. I thought we were going to have some back to the future flying cars by now but thats a different story. What's everyone's plans for this year? is it to relax more? work harder? lose weight? keep up their good mental health? read more books and gain more knowledge? whatever it is I wish you all the best. It has truly been a minute since I have written in here. I have no excuse but laziness to blame. Holiday chaos has not helped my situation either. Now that it is all over and done with I can perhaps discuss some goals I have for the new year. Not revolutions but honest to goodness goals I have set for myself.

Read more books- Anybody who knows me knows I am a real bookworm and love to read. But I am hoping to read even more this year and to become a better, smarter and tougher version of myself. This will only make me more valuable .

Get my business going- I have come up with a business idea that I am going to start and I am over the fear. I am simply going to jump right in and go for it. I will fill you all in on the details as we go further but I have been looking into it and I am ready to do it.

Get into my best shape possible- I want to get stronger, faster, more flexible. Just for my own satisfaction and to test myself to see just how far I can take this. It isn't the training that slows me down it is the eating proper as I struggle with a terrible sweet tooth. This year I go for broke. I have a good support system and people who are knowledgable in fitness and proper health food plans.

These are just some of the tings I am going to shoot for this year. I want to become unstoppable and really shoot for the stars this year. My goal is to show my son that anything is possible if you work for it. I always tell him after a goal is set "How did you get this?" he replies "Hard work" and I ask "what does hard work do?" "Pay off" he says . I want to be a living example of what I preach to him. I want to give him a reason to be his hero. Well thats all for now people. It feels really good to be back. Till next time take care of yourselves.

#therapy #newyear2024 #goals #writing #mental health #my writing #words words words #hero

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hi mars! i come to your blog regularly because i use your gifs, just wanted to thank you for the work you've done for the rpc. hope your health is doing better, sending you lots of love

You have absolutely no idea how much this message meant for me today and how happy it made me. Seriously! Thank you! I'll calm down now.

About my health, I'm finally much better and everything went well. I've just been very busy catching up at work lately, since I spent over a month absent due to hospitalization and recovery. Also, sadly, adult life doesn't leave you much free time, so I haven't been able to be around here as I'd like or make new gifs for you.

I hope you're enjoying the holidays! And my best wishes to you and everybody else for the new year!

Miss you lots, Mars 💖

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 02/12/2023 a.k.a. a Deep Dive into '10 Hour Deep Relaxation'

Content warning: Christmas, some language, sex and politics

Welp, it’s officially Christmastime on the chart, and I really wanted an easy week in the first place. So thankfully they gave me one, no debuts in the top 75, “Lovin’ on Me” by Jack Harlow is still at #1, I’m going to do the rundown, two reviews for song suggestions and dip. Welcome to perhaps the least essential episode of REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

Rundown

Brenda Lee’s at #14, Mariah’s at #6 and for the first time this year, a Christmas song is in the top five: “Last Christmas” by Wham!. This means that I’m in the space every year when I can mess with the structure because there is no ordinary chart week from now on, and I’m kind of glad because things tend to get busy this time of year anyway. Our top five is rounded out by “greedy” by Tate McRae at #4, “Prada” by casso, RAYE and D-Block Europe at #3, “Stick Season” by Noah Kahan surprisingly at #2 and of course, Jack Harlow coming in for a third week at the top.

Whilst we’re discussing the non-holly and non-jolly songs on the chart, there are a few gains and returns that have nothing to do with the holidays. Drake’s “IDGAF” featuring Yeat returns to #61 in the stead of “You Broke My Heart”, which drops off from its debut last week, and then we have “Lose Control” by Teddy Swims gaining at #53. We then may as well bid adieu to the songs falling victim to the holiday plague this week, also known as our notable dropouts. They peaked in the top 40 or stayed in the UK Top 75, which is what I cover, for five weeks, but now they’re out, and they are: “Nice to meet you” by PinkPantheress featuring Central Cee, “Seven” by Jung Kook featuring Latto, “adore u” by Fred again.. and Obongjayar, “Desire” by Calvin Harris and Sam Smith, “What Was I Made For?” by Billie Eilish, “Daylight” by David Kushner, “Calm Down” by Rema, assisted by the remix with Selena Gomez, “Another Love” by Tom Odell and of course, “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers.

Now for the surge of festivities - I’ve already told you the three highest and that’s all I’ll tell you for now until they creep higher into the top five. As for now, as with all Christmas weeks, I’ll only mention the songs that are making it to the top 75 for the first time for this year’s round in this week, or songs reaching new peaks. In the first category, we see the grand returns of “Merry Xmas Everybody” by Slade at #70, “Feliz Navidad” by Jose Feliciano at #60, “One More Sleep” by Leona Lewis at #58, “I Wish it Could be Christmas Everyday” by WIzzard at #55, “Mistletoe” by Justin Bieber at #54, “Wonderful Christmastime” by Paul McCartney at #52, “Sleigh Ride” by the Ronettes at #51, “Step into Christmas” by Elton John at #47, “Driving Home for Christmas” by Chris Rea at #46, “Holly Jolly Christmas” by Michael Bublé at #45, “Happy Xmas (War is Over)” by the late John Lennon and Yoko Ono with the Plastic Ono Band and the Harlem Community Choir at #44 - only time I’m saying that one, always a relief. The sooner we get to that mouthful, the better. We then continue with “Snowman” by Sia at #40 and “Merry Christmas” by Ed Sheeran and Elton John at #17, with the Amazon original tracks “Stay Another Day” by Jorja Smith and “You’re Christmas to Me” by Sam Ryder reaching new peaks of #38 and #23 respectively.

And whilst we’re here, if I covered the entire top 100, which I have an array of reasons why I don’t but they’re becoming increasingly irrelevant, I would still only be reviewing one song: “#skeptacore pt. 3” by Ryder and Skepta, a cute little wistful weightless grime remix of a Skepta track that I actually checked out when it was released a month or two ago.I’m holding out for it to stick past Christmas because it’s actually pretty brilliant. If it doesn’t end up in the top 75 in January, well... it got Best of the Week in absentia. Let’s review randomly-selected songs from the batch provided to me by viewers like you.

SUGGESTED REVIEWS

Suggestion #1

Like Santa pulls gifts from his sack, I pulled out two randomly-selected song suggestions from the 49 that I now have, except I excluded a certain suggestion submission because he… sorry, it’s anonymous. SOMEONE added like morbillion songs so I actually chose from 20, and then I chose from 19, because someone else suggested Travis Scott’s “FE!N” as if I hadn’t reviewed it before. Regardless, our first suggestion is “Like a River” by Frederico featuring Tiffany Aris. Frederico is a German producer hiring Brussels-based singer Tiffany Aris for a dance-pop effort and it’s pretty effective. It has a decent amount of melodrama with the unnecessary reverb and how it starts with an overwhelming level of synth suffocation, and it almost reminds me of 2013’s weird blend of folk and EDM given the heavy and sometimes pretty stripped use of acoustic guitars as the main melody in the verses, it reminds me of “Counting Stars” especially with the snaps and several dusty layers of acoustics that eventually propel into a pretty typical house beat, with cascading synths pushing in during the chorus. I respect how it goes for more of a house format instead of a build-drop EDM structure, so the song - however basic its lyrics - does ground its narrative a bit more effectively. Aris is a good singer and whilst the chorus does feel cluttered with the several attempts at a hook, which only gets worse when she starts doing vocal riffs and backing vocals eventually, she is surprisingly emotive throughout all of it. As a song, it’s functionally fine, but it’s also just not my thing, honestly. I can appreciate a lot of genres but this kind of phase-through-you dance-pop glut feels more fitting for an advert than being on Spotify as a full song, and I do think it runs out of steam by the end. Like I said, the chorus throws a lot of hook melodies at you, in a pretty rushed fashion, and we get a song that sacrifices its respect for catchiness. That wouldn’t be a problem if those hooks were more punctuated or really damn good, but what we have here just isn’t all too up to par. Sorry.

Suggestion #2

Our second suggestion is… a bit unorthodox. One joker suggested one song and one song only, “10 Hour Rain, Thunder, and Lightning | Deep Relaxation, Meditation, and Sleep”. The song I assume they meant by this, the highest search result on Spotify and only one I could find with that exact name, even down to the Oxford commas, is far from 10 hours. In fact, it’s five minutes and three seconds. Released in 2022 on the label Truefin Music, which seems to be one guy, who is the same guy the song is credited to. It may be by “10 Hour Deep Relaxation” but in reality it’s by a self-declared “music man” from Miami, Florida, who also goes by Bluefin Music online. He released his first single in 2018 under the name Tropical Punk, and it’s a cute little Spanish jam called “Mar y Sol” that whilst amateurly mixed as one would expect, is actually decently professional and very fun for what it is. I could see it as a theme song for a show about some groovy Hispanic surfers, I don’t know, it’s fun. He released a second song in 2019, “Dragonfly_summernight”, and it’s not great, it’s more ambitious than the last as well as being slower and in English, and it just doesn’t feel like a very natural fit. He could have usually found himself in this pop rock lane though. It sounds a bit like a local band rather than a singer-songwriter but with some refinement I can see a lot of appeal in this sound that’s informed by 80s soft rock cheese whilst still being relatively contemporary and with an… interesting vocal take. Hell, I actually really like the bridge and think it’s a pretty inspired little detour. So, naturally, after I found out that the 10 Hour Deep Relaxation guy was a failed two-song singer-songwriter, real name Gustavo Ordunez, it’s not doxing if it’s on Spotify, I checked his social media to see if there was any explanation to why he switched to the ambient stuff. So I looked through ALL of his Tweets. Or Xeets, I suppose.

We do get kind of a story here. In 2011, he Tweets that he made his account because he has a chance of winning $1000, and maybe that budget when to recording his two songs, who knows? He appears to have been romantically involved with one “jellsbells07”, whom he pretty consistently made loving posts towards, and called her the prettiest white girl he knew. On March 5th, 2012, he posted that she was a dick, and then a minute later, that she was the “most beautiful lady in all the lands”. In November, he got a new phone and by December, he was making passive-aggressive Tweets about a girl missing out on Italian food, and given some other Tweets at this time, they may have broken up, as in early 2013, he Tweeted that he was on the cusp of reanimation, went to strip clubs, and in April, Tweeted separately: “Man mode active” and “#thisbitch”.

He started being all profound in May of 2013 before the end of the month where, maybe they didn’t break up, maybe it was temporary, maybe all this time they were friends, who knows? Either way, he started Tweeting jellsbells again, notifying her that he was listening to 2Pac outside of a Starbucks, “#thuglife”. Then he started tracking his runs, which he does for like half a decade on Twitter. Interestingly enough, in October of 2013, he was still Tweeting his possible former lover jellsbells with stuff like “Real man breakfast” and how someone “don’t need no women”, which just seems like harassment at that point but I’m sure I’m missing some needed context and deleted or private replies. In November, he Tweeted possibly the best one liner of all time: “Don’t piss and text. #splashmountain”.

By December of 2013, he was defnitely dating jellsbells again because he was hornyposting on main, and we find that he is still in education during February of 2014. He was grinding at the gym this year, setting “impressive cardio records” and being generally appreciate of human anatomy, stating that “thumbs totally […] rock”. He gets a bit boring talking about his workouts and biceps in brief anecdotes, but on Christmas Day… he posts feet. To be clear, he actually just retweets an image someone else had posted showing three people, one of which is Ordunez, with varying levels of footwear. I don’t know which one is him, but there’s feet regardless.

He once again started to Tweet reclusive, fake-woke one-liners in 2015, ones that I’m sure he’d be embarrassed by now, as well as continuing to track his runs. In May of that year, he Tweeted, without context, “Lol irony”, and in June, “I care for you. I really do, I really do”. I hope jellsbells07 is okay.

That month, he went on a bunch of runs and listened to Paramore’s “Ain’t it Fun”, and he was actually really active during this time but I can’t lie, most of it is abstract and slightly insufferable non-Tweets that are half-poetic. In July, he Tweeted, “the microchip has been compromised” and in August, “I beats meats man”. These are not the only political posts I could find from our protagonist, he Tweeted against capitalism in September, but I just like the dichotomy. He touched a manatee in February of 2016 and continued to track his runs. That’s what he spent most of the year doing, he didn’t Tweet much that year so I assume it was an inward-looking year. He had some what appear to be post-breakup posts, retweeted Neil deGrasse Tyson and some posts criticising Donald Trump, but that kind of appears to be it.

It’s much of the same in 2017, with even less of a Twitter presence, the vast majority of it being tracking his runs through the same third-party app, which he probably forgot was still doing that. In December, however, he did Tweet that his big regret from 2011 was “not staying in school full-time”, which is… interesting, given that he’d been more outwardly depressive and political in the years before? In January of 2018, he was actually still quoting and tagging jellsbells, and this seems to align with a new brief period of activity early this year, with mostly very positive, wholesome Tweets about how he’s blessed and filled with love, posting a rare selfie in April and yes, still tracking his runs. Possibly my favourite Tweet from him is on May 1st, 2018, and it reads: “BOY DO I LOVE DOING STUFF FOR PEOPLE I LIKE”.

In June, however, he had another one of those semi-poetic, vaguely coherent breaking down moments, which came with a lot of Tweeting as well, some of which was oddly funny, like him quote-Tweeting a picture of a snake in a boot from a year prior, questioning why he’s thinking about it, but most of it just seems a bit sad, but by August, he says he was in bliss… and thanked Taco Bell for words of wisdom. In October, he retweeted Russell Brand. I think he knew. In November, he released his debut single.

He went on a bit of a Twitter break until January of 2019, wherein he got even more abstract, with a lot of motivational weirdness throughout that entire year, and by the entire year, I meant two years because he was doing this in 2020 as well. In fact, he took most of 2019 off - despite apparently playing a gig around 2018 and 2019 time, probably to do with his single release - and returned to Twitter in July of 2020. It got borderline conspiratory at times. In November, he started streaming on Twitch, but he doesn’t have any VODs so I couldn’t find anything of interest. It seems like he was doing some gaming but also just livestreaming his musical creative process, which is really cool. He streamed on Twitch pretty constantly during the last two months of 2020, but he hasn’t Tweeted since 2021 or liked anything since 2022. Truefin Music appears to be his brand, I think he’s from Cuba, he seems like a decent guy, I just genuinely have no idea why he made this pivot other than I guess the streaming money but he didn’t announce it anywhere. Maybe he’s kind of ashamed? I don’t know, maybe I would be too.

It’s beautiful but also a bit worrying that I have created this perspective of Ordunez. I don’t really know much about this guy, but I also feel like I know everything from this journey. I’ve just created a guy, a character. In my mind, he’s married to jellsbells07 and he still listens to 2Pac outside of a Starbucks, just now the clean version in his car with his one-year-old son in the passenger seat. Maybe he made the 10-hour meditation single to stop him from crying.

For the record, his relaxation release isn’t even great, it’s a stream-trolling, maybe even stolen ambient palette that isn’t really dynamic enough to feel effectively like ambiance. It’s honestly quite the opposite, at least to me, it’s a bunch of fuzz most of the time instead of being what it describes itself as, but from what I see on his Twitter, the man is honest to a fault and also somewhat pretentious, but willing to put himself out there. I’ve looked through all this man’s non-reply Tweets - maybe the replies could be a further episode - and the singles he made in the late 2010s make so much more sense to me than this 2022 pivot, and it’s pretty telling that he only released the one ambient track.

I would like to end this weird, unexpected way of handling this suggestion by reciting two consecutive Tweets made by Gustavo “10 Hour Deep Meditation” Ordunez in 2013 that particularly resonated with me, and I think will provide a great deal of closure to our story. Ahem…

“A little nonsense, now and then, is relished by the wisest men.” “You know what guys get for free? Handjobs. From ourselves.”

Thanks for everything, Gustavo.

Conclusion

Hopefully next week there’ll be people starting to clammer for that Christmas #1? Or you know, anything at all? But I can’t lie, these slow weeks where I can have a nap and wake up to doing a really simple, dry episode… kind of growing on me, man. If you read this, thanks? Rest in peace to Shane MacGowan, and I’ll see you next week.

#pop music #song review #uk singles chart #christmas #10 hour deep relaxation

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Happy Christmas in July!

Transcript below the break.

Hello and welcome back to the Rewatch Rewind! My name is Jane, and this is the podcast where I count down my top 40 most frequently rewatched movies in a 20-year period. Today I will be celebrating Christmas in July by discussing number 18 on my list: Liberty Films and RKO’s 1946 holiday classic It’s a Wonderful Life, directed by Frank Capra, written by Frances Goodrich, Albert Hackett, Frank Capra, and Jo Swerling, based on a story by Philip Van Doren Stern, and starring James Stewart and Donna Reed.

George Bailey (James Stewart) has always had big dreams of traveling and building things, but instead he’s stuck in his small hometown of Bedford Falls, New York, managing the family building and loan business. When his absent-minded Uncle Billy (Thomas Mitchell) misplaces $8,000 of company money, George feels that he is worth more dead than alive and plans to end his life on Christmas Eve, when he is stopped by Clarence Oddbody, Angel 2nd Class (Henry Travers) who has been sent from heaven to save him. George tells Clarence he wishes he’d never been born, so Clarence shows George what the town would be like without him.

As I’ve mentioned before, my family didn’t have a VCR in the ’90s, but we did sometimes watch movies together when they came on TV, so we caught It’s a Wonderful Life pretty much every year. I don’t know exactly how old I was when I first watched it, but I do remember being confused that it was in black and white. Once we finally got a VCR, we taped it one year so we could watch it whenever we wanted, and then eventually we got it on DVD. At some point we decided that it made a good Thanksgiving movie in addition to a Christmas one, since it’s about being grateful for what you have, so I tended to watch it once or twice a year for a while. I’d probably seen it about 10 times before I started keeping track, and then I saw it once in 2003, once in 2004, twice in 2005, once in 2006, three times in 2008, twice in each year from 2009 through 2012, and then once each in 2013 and 2014, and then once in each year from 2020 through 2022. I don’t remember exactly why I took such a long break after 2014, and I think it was probably a combination of factors, but I do remember reading an article probably around then arguing that Bedford Falls actually would have been more fun without George and that he should have gone to jail anyway that kind of ruined the movie for me a bit. While I recognize that there are legitimate criticisms to be made of the story and message and other details (such as the nonsensical decision to make AS2 the abbreviation for Angel Second Class), for me, the good definitely outweighs the questionable.

For one thing, the acting is superb. Everybody’s at the top of their game, with character actors such as Ward Bond, Frank Faylen, and Beulah Bondi doing some of their best work, and some very impressive child acting, particularly from Bobbie Anderson and Karolyn Grimes. Thomas Mitchell knows exactly when to play Uncle Billy’s memory issues for comic relief and when to reveal how devastating they can be. Henry Travers similarly gives the audience a perfect balance of chuckles and tears. Frequent femme fatale Gloria Grahame makes the initially shallow Violet Bick surprisingly sympathetic. The character of Mary Hatch Bailey is also deceptively simple on the surface, but Donna Reed brings her to life with so much warmth and depth and complexity that it takes several rewatches to fully appreciate her. Lionel Barrymore perfectly embodies the evils of capitalist corruption as Potter, in one of the most diabolical villain performances of all time. And then there’s James Stewart. My man Jimmy. I’m kind of surprised I haven’t had an opportunity to talk about him on this podcast before now, since he’s definitely one of my faves. His performance as George Bailey is SO. GOOD! Just thinking about it gives me chills. We see George go from a young man full of hopes and dreams to a frustrated, drained, broken middle aged man at the end of his rope, to a man trying to make sense of the reality of his non-existence who ultimately learns that he’s a better and more important person than he thought he was. It’s a major emotional roller coaster, and Jimmy Stewart absolutely nails every moment of the ride. It’s rare for a Hollywood film to let a male protagonist get anywhere near as emotionally raw and vulnerable as George Bailey is at several points throughout this film, but Stewart was clearly not afraid to cry on screen, and it’s beautiful to watch.

The sets and visual effects are also beautiful and noteworthy. Falling snow on film used to be created with cornflakes painted white, but a new snow effect using fire extinguisher foam mixed with soap and water was developed for It’s a Wonderful Life. Using this allowed the sound to be recorded live, which had been impossible with crunchy cornflakes, and I feel like it enhanced the performances to not have to record the dialogue separately. The Bedford Falls set was one of the longest sets that had ever been made for an American movie, and the streets and buildings do an excellent job of bringing the audience into the town. Apparently three different cinematographers worked on this movie (they kept getting fired due to disagreements with the director), but the look and feel of the film is remarkably consistent and unique. Plenty of movies set in small towns were made during this era, but somehow none of them feel quite like this one. That could just be my own nostalgia, since this was the first one I saw, but there’s just something about Bedford Falls that sets it apart from other movie settings, and that’s a big part of what I love about this movie. The sets and the lighting and the performances are so engrossing that no matter how many times I rewatch it, I still feel like I’m part of the town, and like I’m interacting with the characters, in a fresh and unique way.

It's interesting that I’m talking about two 1946 movies in a row because I think that, like Notorious, It’s a Wonderful Life could really only have been made that year. James Stewart had left Hollywood to fight in World War II and was considering giving up acting for good when Frank Capra asked him to star in this film. Capra had spent the war making documentaries and propaganda films, and this was also his first post-war movie. Now, I’ve never fought in a war, and my parents are baby boomers so I definitely wasn’t around for World War II, but it stands to reason that their wartime experiences significantly impacted the people involved in making this film and were still fresh on their minds. Stewart apparently said that his PTSD and depression from the war helped him relate to George Bailey, and that acting out George’s anger and frustrations was cathartic for him. The US was also at its most anti-fascist at this time, as James and I briefly discussed last week, which I assume is what allowed this movie to be so blatantly anti-capitalist. Building and Loan associations don’t really exist anymore, but based on my understanding of the Bailey business from this movie, they seem kind of like mutual aid mortgages. Because George holds onto this institution, the people of Bedford Falls are able to afford to buy decent homes for themselves. The alternative that Potter wants is everyone paying him exorbitant rent. By capitalist standards, George is a failure, and was incredibly foolish for turning down Potter’s lucrative job offer in the middle of the movie. But the film portrays him as a hero precisely because he values people over money. When he’s at the end of his rope, Potter has the power to save him (especially because he’s the one who has the cash that Uncle Billy lost) but he refuses; it’s George’s friends and family who rally around to help him. And that sounds like something that would have been considered dangerously close to socialism in the McCarthy era. The Hollywood blacklist started in 1947, so I feel like It’s a Wonderful Life couldn’t have been made even a year later than it was without significant modifications.

One of the main focuses of the story is the romance between George and Mary, but I feel like even that is used as a demonstration of the shortcomings of our capitalist society. They are clearly drawn to each other, but George initially tries to pretend otherwise, in large part because he doesn’t feel good enough for her. She has a college education; he does not. Their wealthy friend, Sam Wainwright, is interested in Mary, and George feels like she would be better off with Sam, even though all she wants is George. They spend all their honeymoon money on supporting Building and Loan clients during a bank run, at Mary’s suggestion, but George later regrets that he couldn’t afford to provide for both his clients and his wife. Mary is perfectly happy with their life, but George feels like a failure by society’s standards and can’t see anything else, so he needs Clarence’s reality check to show him that he has always been enough for her. If George wasn’t constantly being bombarded with the message that he should be making more money, that he should have been able to leave Bedford Falls and make something more of himself, that he should be able to buy his wife and children extravagant things, maybe he could have been happy without divine intervention.

But also we need to talk about what happens to Mary in the alternate reality when George doesn’t exist because I have some very mixed thoughts about that. Earlier, right after George turned down Potter’s offer, he asked Mary why she married a guy like him and she replied, “To keep from being an old maid.” So when George doesn’t exist, she is an old maid. I remember as a teenager who didn’t know that being aroace was a thing and didn’t want to examine why I only ever had “crushes” on celebrities who were already dead, thinking that Mary’s attitude made perfect sense: if you can’t marry Jimmy Stewart, why get married at all? The part that has always confused me is when George begs Clarence to tell him where Mary is, and Clarence says, “You’re not going to like it, George.” Wouldn’t he like it less if she had married someone else? Isn’t it good that she’s consistent with her assertions that he’s the only man for her? I like to think that Mary is on the aromantic spectrum, and feels romantic attraction so rarely that if she hadn’t met George she would never have felt it at all, but even I have to admit that the movie isn’t really trying to say that. It seems to be implying that Mary ending up a librarian with no husband is the worst possible fate for her, which is an infuriatingly amatonormative attitude for a story that otherwise encourages resistance to societal pressures. But overall, I give George and Mary’s romance a pass, because I do think they have a fascinating dynamic, and also because the movie focuses a lot on community and other non-romantic relationships too.

There’s a lot of emphasis on family relationships, and the brotherly bond between George and Harry that is slightly tinged with envy is particularly well done. Harry gets a lot of opportunities that George wants, but George chooses to be happy for and supportive of him rather than resenting him too much. And Harry’s toast at the end – “To my big brother, George, the richest man in town” – is one of the moments guaranteed to make me cry every time. When George is young, he kind of looks down on his father, but finally starts to appreciate him shortly before his death, although not quite enough to understand that it’s good that he follows in his father’s footsteps. His relationship with his mother is very sweet, and the part when she doesn’t recognize him is perhaps the most devastating moment in the movie. I really wish we got to see George interact with his children a bit more; we mostly see them when he’s taking out his work frustrations on them, which doesn’t seem like a typical interaction. His scene with Zuzu and the flower is adorable though. And then there are all the friendships. I don’t know if the Sesame Street characters were named after them, but Bert the cop and Ernie the cab driver have a fun relationship with each other and with George, and I appreciate that we get glimpses of how miserable they both are in the alternate reality. Violet is another interesting character, and at some points it almost seems like she’s being set up as a romantic rival for Mary, but she and George remain a rare good example of male/female friendship. And there are so many other great interactions between the townspeople; it feels like a real community. And it is that community of friends and acquaintances that come together at the end to help George and show him that he’s not alone, and that he has made a positive difference in all their lives. Granted, it’s very clear that Mary is the most important person to him, so the movie does reinforce the relationship hierarchy established by amatonormativity, but at the end, what does Clarence write in the book? “No man is a failure who has friends.”

I want to talk a little bit about representation in this film. There is only one black character, Annie, played by Lillian Randolph, who is, predictably, a maid, and while she is a pretty awesome character, she’s not in very much of the movie, and all the other characters are white. Disappointing, but not surprising for a 1940s Hollywood film. Similarly, while we get a few fabulous female characters, there are a lot more men than women. However, I feel like this movie has better disability representation than the average 2020s movie. It’s a Wonderful Life shows that it’s not that hard to incorporate an actor’s disability into a movie without it being the main focus of the story or the character. They really said, “You use a wheelchair? Awesome, your character uses a wheelchair now.” Of course, they were probably willing to provide more accommodations for the legendary Lionel Barrymore than they would have for an unknown disabled actor, but even he had been replaced in the 1938 film version of A Christmas Carol, in which he’d been slated to play Scrooge, because he couldn’t walk anymore. So I really like that It’s a Wonderful Life showed how effectively he could play a Scrooge-like character without walking.

I also really appreciate that It’s a Wonderful Life is very similar to A Christmas Carol, but kind of flipped. A Christmas Carol motivates the wealthy miser to change his behavior by showing him how happy people would be without him; It’s a Wonderful Life motivates the poor man to change his self-perception by showing him how unhappy people would be without him. A Christmas Carol’s message is that nobody is beyond redemption, which I do believe, but It’s a Wonderful Life responds with, “Let’s be realistic: the extremely rich aren’t going to change their ways; we need to do what we can to limit their power.” Which is a message that, if anything, has only gotten more relevant in the last 77 years. Most of my top 40 movies are fun, silly, entertainment that I use to escape the harshness of reality, but while this movie does have some fun moments, it’s less of an escape and more of a reflection of that harshness. I watch movies like Emperor’s New Groove and Mamma Mia and Bringing Up Baby and Ella Enchanted when I need to laugh; I watch It’s a Wonderful Life when I need to cry. Sometimes I have trouble regulating or understanding my feelings, and a big part of what I love about movies is the way they let us experience deep emotions in a relatively safe and controlled environment. It’s a Wonderful Life has been scorned by some film critics as overly sentimental, and perhaps it is, but I guess I don’t see anything wrong with being overly sentimental every once in a while. Sometimes you just need to feel feelings.

Thank you for listening to me discuss another of my most frequently rewatched movies. Next up is the shortest in a 4-way tie of movies I watched 22 times in the last 20 years, which is another one that I had seen many times before I started keeping track. As always, I will leave you with a quote from that next movie: “This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. And, as I always say, ‘If it’s not Baroque, don’t fix it!’”

#it's a wonderful life #james stewart #donna reed #lionel barrymore #frank capra #the rewatch rewind #finally caught up on posting these!#sorry i got behind

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Raising from my grave to wish everybody who get to see this a Happy New Year's Eve!

This year was very especial to me, I got to meet all kinds of new people both here and irl so I'm very happy about it!

I really wanna thank you all for beaing with me! Not too long ago I got 250 likes on all the posts I have ever done so far, which is 250 way more than I thought I would get by doing what I was doing and writting about what I was writting! So yeah, I really wish all of you my best wishes and hope this year treated you well, and that the next one treats you even better!

I also did this little EreMikaSasha thingy for these holidays, but to be honest it barely has to do with the holidays at all lmao, just the setting I guess, I just wanted to write about them kissing each toher i'm sorry lol

No smut btw, sorry!

Kinda rushed this so not proof read!

She was never good when it came to farewells

It's not like she was clingy or something like that, quite the opposite actually, if she has to compare herself with those two, she was probably the one level headed one in these kind of situations

It was not that hard to be fair, Sasha can be overwhelming whenever she gets sent outside the city, always sick worried about her every time she has to leave and a crying mess when she comes back, almost making her feel like a soldier coming home from a long war

And even if Eren puts his best facade of "everything is alright!" on the days before her departure, she can perfectly feel the way he holds her in his arms every time he hugs her goodbye, sometimes wrapping her in a tight hug that makes her believe he would straight up stop her from taking her flight

She doesn’t want to imagine how they would react when something really serious happens and she has to leave them

Still, it was not like she liked it either

There is nothing that hurts her more than the prospect of being separated from her loved ones, even worse on especial holidays like christmas, and especially when she gets to see her girlfriend quietly sobbing because of it

- Come on now, don't be sad… - She tried to comfort her, arm wrapped around her shoulders in a half hug, patting her head as she did so, her other arm carrying her baggage as they stood on in front of the airport gates - It's just gonna be a week -

.- I know! - She whined, face nuzzling on her neck making it wet with her tears, hands grabbing her by the trench coat she was wearing tightly - It's just… it's just that I don't want to spend christmas without you -

She could understand that, afterall, this would be their first christmas together, they all were supposed to spend ir at Sasha's place in her small town in the mountains along her family, but alas, she was called for work because of one of her coworkers calling sick, with Eren getting a call from his hospital too because of the sudden rise of the pandemic virus that have been around for a couple of years already, requiring the help of all their staff, all of it just a few days before they were able to leave

.- I know… - She left the bag on the floor and used both her hands to erase her tears away, watery eyes looking at her in a way that makes her look so stunning and cute at the same time - Look on the bright side, you will get to spend Christmas with your family! Don't you miss them? -

.- Of course I do! - She answered as if the question offended her, her lips pouting just a little as she held her more tightly - But it's not the same! You two were supposed to meet my parents! Mom was supposed to fan all over your asian beautyness and Dad would lecture Eren about how to treat his "little princess" as he threatens him with his shotgun! It was gonna be perfect! But now everything is ruined… -

It breaks her heart a little to see her girlfriend like this, it really looked like she was looking up for this trip for so long, it was going to be the first time they met her parents too, a year worth of planning ending in nothing

.- I understand - She didn't stop her hands from fondling her face gently, thumbs dragging themselves over the dry path her tears made in an attempt to alleviate her - We are as upset about it as you, trust me… This is all just unfair and we can only be sorry for it - it didn't help that Eren was still called for work today too, his upper heads not allowing him to go with them to at least bid her farewell

.- Just take it as an opportunity to spend holidays with your family, everyone needs quality time alone too, alright? - She holds her hands with her own as she speaks, trying to convey what she tries to say in the best way she could - Before you know it you will be here with us, and then we will spend New Years Eve together at Armin’s place -

Sasha just sniffed a little before she controlled herself, hands taking into Mikasa's warmth as her cheeks took a pretty red shade, the same one that seems to take over her whenever she realizes she was probably embarrassing herself, the people around them passing to make their way inside the airport suddenly making her feel shy

- Y-yeah, you are right - She separated from Mikasa just a little, hands still linked together - I’m just being silly here, sorry -

- Don’t be - Mikasa reassured - I love it when you get like this, it’s adorable -

She really does have something for emotional people huh

Sasha just giggled in response, a small cute laugh that served to take her out of her own bad mood, at least to make all this departure thing more bearable for her

Before she could even say something else, the sound of nearby speakers calling for everyone in Sasha’s flight to start boarding stopped her, the crowd of people making their way to the gates growing larger the more time passes

- I guess this is it - Sasha said, her hand reaching for her bag and getting ready to go- Bid Eren my farewells for me! -

And before she could even say something else, Mikasa robbed the words out of her, she lowered herself on the spur of the moment to seal her lips on her owns, the flavor of her cherry red lipstick spreading through her mouth as everything around them seemed to fade into nothingness, the harsh cold no match to the fire that ignited inside her, expanding itself larger the more she felt Sasha raise herself higher, pressing against her harder and robbing the air out of her lungs

It was nothing more than their lips pressing together, and yet the feeling behind it were so strong she was able to convey them, to feel the desperation of missing her even it was gonna be for a week, to feel the gratitude emanating from her with breath intake she had to take before she kept going, or to feel the reassurance that she shared with her to truly express how everything was going to be alright once she comes back

When she finally relents once and for all and gets to see her frustrated face shine brighter, that’s the moment she realizes that she is going to miss her more than she thought she would, her lips already missing hers and her hands missing the warmth they provided to hold her baggage

- I will! - She answers, and just realizing she was running late already, she spins on her heels to rush her way to her flight, losing her sight once has to take a turn in a corner…

- What do you mean Sasha kisses better than me? -

It was already bad enough how his job was making him work like something lower than a slave, almost making him go attending patients seventy-two hours non-stop if it wasn't for the small breaks he had to take in order to survive all of that, let alone taking care of patients infected with a virus capable of taking his life at any moment

Still, he could stand it because it was his job, because he was needed and because it’s the best thing he could do

It was sort of a hassle to to come already spent from work and help her girlfriend to get things done for when their other girlfriend comes home from a week long trip to her parents home, getting things ready as they made the dinner she enjoys the most as a well deserved welcome gift

Still, he could stand it because he simply felt good doing something for her, because they did out of love

But there is so much he could stand, the last straw that broke the camel’s back coming in the form of his very same girlfriend admitting right in front of his face that his competitio- their lover kissed better than him

- I didn’t say that - She answered half heartedly, missing some ingredients in a bowl, not even turning in his direction at his allegation

How dare she!

- Yes you did! - He pointed at her with the same knife he was using to cut the vegetables, some cube of cucumber stuck in its edge flying to her direction at the motion of his movements - You said her kisses are sweeter! -

- So? It’s the truth - She may as well want to take a reaction out of him, considering the snarky smile she made, as if she was trying to taunt him - Still, I never said they were better than yours -

- But you like them better, isn’t it? - He couldn’t help it, he knew better than anyone he was being petty about such a nonsensical topic, but the fact that he was beaten at something he took pride off was a huge blow for him, something that he could never let happen

The silence that followed just made him wandering mind get worse

- … Why do you even say they are sweeter than mine? -

Hes doesn’t know his her small laugh was to mock him or if it was just because she found their whole discussion funny, probably the latter if he has to guess, it’s not like her to make fun of him in a malicious way

- I don’t know - She answers as she finally turns in his direction, not stopping from mixing the ingredients as she looks at him, flor coating some of the sides of her face that makes her look so adorably, the apron she was wearing not helping either - Maybe it’s because whenever she kisses me she tries to show her love for me instead of trying to devour my mouth perhaps? -

- Wha- But you always liked them like that! - He can perfectly tell the way she gasps out of surprise whenever he invades her mouth, he is the prime witness of the nail marks she leaves on his forearm whenever he kisses her by surprise, the lovesick expression she makes when he finally lets her off the hook will always be in his mind

There was no way he wasn’t his favorite!

Besides, it’s not like Sasha’s kisses were that big of a deal, right? He had kissed her too! They are nice, he wasn't gonna lie, he also loves to take her by surprise, and especially loves how she has to bring him down by the neck to make their lips meet

But he was the better kisser out of the two! There was no way he was losing to her!

- I know - She gets closer to him, raising on her feet just to place a small peck on his cheek as an offer of peace, quickly turning on her feet to get some things from the counter of the kitchen - And I wouldn’t change it at all, Eren. It’s just that… you are too overwhelming sometimes -

He doesn’t know if he should take that as a compliment or not, still so confused about the whole thing and the lack of response he got from her

He can be sweet too! Just because he chooses not to doesn’t mean he is incapable of it!

Before he decided to be grumpy about it for the rest of the day, the sight of the Spray Cream meant for some dessert sitting right next to her gave him and a idea, one that he has always wanted to try for some time now but that served as a perfect excuse to try now

He snatches the bottle from her, and before she could complain about anything, he sprays a small amount of it on his tongue, making it sit perfectly on it before he shoves himself against Mikasa’s mouth already open to lecture him, the soft drag of his tongue through her whole mouth making her stab her nails on his forearms as he perfectly knows how, the sweet flavor of the cream spreading through their mouths, not leaving a single spot untouched, a soft moan leaving her lips the moment their tongues wrapped together in the only way that gets him worked up

His pride seems to heal in the way she tries to prolong their lip-lock despite him wanting to get it done, her teeth clamping a little on his lower lips before she finally breaks out for air, making the cutest pants for air he as ever seen someone do (right on pair with Sasha’s one of course)

- What do you say now? - He taunts this time, red taking all over his cheeks and his ears as he gets to see her just as red, if not more

- Sweeter, right? -

There was so many things she missed about them from the time she spent holidays with her parents

She missed the long nights she would spend with Mikasa talking about nothing and everything at the same time, just getting lost in the void her pretty onyx eyes created whenever she looked at them for too long

She missed the playful fights she would have with Eren for everything, always making her day at least a little bit more interesting now that her practices were off and she had nothing more to do than to fool around with him

She missed the shared activities they all would do, call it having dates whenever the world allowed them too or just spent the night snuggled all together, just enjoying each other's presence with a move playing on the background

And yet, there was so much she could miss about them, her family time making her realize about how much enjoyable it could be to be just herself, to be truly alone from their presence and still being able to look things in a bright way

To be fair, it wasn’t Mikasa’s fault Eren could be a pain in the ass sometimes

Okay, it may be because she spoiled him way too much, but still

There was simply not fix for this man at all

- I’m getting Mikasa’s midnight kiss - He said as a matter of a fact, his mouth dragging every word as the booze he has been drinking affects him more and more, his breath smelling like a entire bar already

- You wished - She answers back as she squishes his face with her hand, seated on his lap as the people around her seem to enjoy themselves, the two of them crashing on Armin’s couch in the living room - She prefers me after all… My kisses are sweeter, right? -

- Stop it! - He yells, and she can’t help but laugh at his expense, ever since Mikasa told her what happened between them at the same night she came back she hasn’t stopped bothering him - You weren’t supposed to know about it! -

- Yeah sure - She shrugs him off, her eyes searching for Mikasa who has been missing ever since Armin’s girlfriend took her, she was the one who usually deals with his tipsy ass, but know that she is the only one with him at the moment she can’t just leave him alone

- And just to let you know, she still loves mine - It was actually kind of funny to talk to him when he was like this, so out of his mind to the point he would start talking all about how his patients were all assholes and complain about his work and suddenly start to tell her how her bangs made her look cute

It was cute in a weird way, and weird in a cute way

- Yes, Eren, I’m also sure Armin liked the way you kissed him that time when we were playing spin the bottle -

- You were the one to dared me to! -

- Well you were the one who took the dare! -

- It sounds like you are jealous to me -

- … Yeah, you are right, I really wanted to kiss Armin too! -

She can’t tell if the disgusted like expression he does in genuine or not, but it makes her giggle, messing up with him when he is all tipsy is always fun for her as long as he doesn’t go overboard, the last thing she needs is a drunk asshole who looks for fights with anyone that dares to talk to her

- … I’m the only one you are supposed to want to kiss… Besides Mika of course - He holds her carefully in a hug, as if fearing to break her if he holds too hard or too tight, and for some reason it makes her want to kiss him too

- Well… - She raises herself from his embrace and takes into the sight of his poor boyfriend, hair already sticking in every direction despite her efforts for knitting it in the man bun he likes so much, hand setting themselves on his chest for leverage - I guess I can show you why Mikasa chose me -

She crashes her lips to his own as he opens them to respond, her hands never leaving his chest as he wraps his around her waist, deepening their kiss the more he brings her closer and the more she moves her lips on his

It takes her a little to dominate him, to stop him from trying to get the upper hand as she merely shuts his every attempt down, but when she does it’s only when she goes all out, her lips deepening their lip lock as she leaves featherly kisses on his lips and on his cheeks, slowly staining him in her red lipstick

It takes her not time to make him putty in her hands, the occasional drag of their tongues together and the way she caressed his chest as she did so serving to put him in a relaxed state that only makes him want to receive more, rather than take the initiative, the soft dance their tongues did robbing the strength out of him, and the occasional pecks on his neck making him gasp

Hell, if this is what it feels like to be dominant one she may as well try it more

- So? - She teases him once she is done, taking into the sight of his breath all labored, trying to not laugh at the awestruck expression he was making at her, eyes widened to their limits as she uses his shoulder as a pillow - Sweeter, right? -

Shame takes over his face at her innuendo, and this time she can’t help but laugh wholeheartedly when he looks in the other direction, only to follow him and find their missing peace right next to them, a mistletoe on her hand making it hang above them, probably done while she was trying to show Eren who was the best

- It was about time - She teases - You both look cuter when you are making out instead of arguing… -

Yeah, she really wishes she gets to spend the rest of the New Years Eve she has left to live with them

#eremika #mikasasha #eresasha #aot fluff #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #eremikasasha drabble #eremikasasha

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joe-england · 1 year

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If this gives you the absolute creeps, I feel it too. Hey, I didn’t come up with Krampus! You can blame Alpine folklore for that. It only occurred to me that he may be a Pook in disguise, and I had to incorporate him into the mythos. Happy holidays, everyone! I’m sorry I went out of touch for a while. I hope you’re doing well, and avoiding harsh weather. If you’re not, then may you and yours make it through alright. My best wishes to you all. When my little Amphibia fan comic is behind me I’ll continue with my other projects going into 2023. Like POOK! And the Zebra Girl Omnibus! No, seriously. I know it’s been almost five years, but it’s really happening. It’s my resolution. Nobody breaks those! And, of course, Witch Warp! I was hoping to begin before 2022 ended, but I’m determined not to destroy myself like I did in the Zebra Girl days. I’m too old for that now, my bones break when I beat myself up too much. I’ll need a new website, won’t I? Wow. Well, I hope you’ll join me as I try to get my ships to sail. I’m privileged to be able to bring my work to you, and I thank you so, so much for your support, and just for being there, and for reading. Especially when I move with the speed of continental drift. Happy everything, everybody. If you’re at all inclined, I would like to suggest some particular charities this time, while we appreciate what we have and remember those who have so much less. Nonprofits Helping Immigrants at the U.S.-Mexico Border - Joe

#pook #monsters #christmas #rabbits #poetry #krampus #my art

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glossy1pearl · 1 year

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!!Author note!!

Hello, hope everyone had an amazing Christmas (or whatever you celebrate) and a happy New Years Eve. I, myself, celebrated with family I haven’t seen in a long time, so that’s was fun, and a little bit awkward.

I put some goals for myself for this new year, and I hope to follow up to them. One of them were: ‘post more on tumbr’. I promised myself to do this, and I thought I would have more time this year, but sadly, I don’t. I have 2 theater shows going on, one for winter, and one for spring, and I have school. I will try to post as much as possible, but it will be scarce. Hopefully, I’ll manage to write little by little, and post it for you guys:) I think I’ll at least have more time after summer, so that’s some good news.

Anyways, enough about me, I just wanted to ask you, yes you, how you’re doing? Sometimes holidays can be difficult for many different reasons. It may be because you don’t have anyone to be with, or that you don’t have good memories from that certain holiday. But, even so, I hope you remember that it will get better.

Yes, I know it’s hard to believe it when everybody tells you it every second of the day, but it’s true. I think I’ve written this in almost every post, but I need you to know it, and believe it. Because, ‘getting better’ is something that doesn’t just miraculously happen overnight. It takes time. A week, a month or maybe even a year. And in all that time, you get the chance to heal, and become better. Sure, you’ll never live up to your parents or friend’s expectations, but at least you try. That’s what’s most important; that you try.

Okay, I’m gonna go to bed now. Good night, sleep well and sweet dreams. Or good morning and have a great day. Wherever you are in the world, I wish you the best:)

#goodnight #goodmorning #selfcare #takecare #it takes time #new years eve #2023 #writemore #loveyou

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aaagustd · 4 months

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holi-blaze was so great, sevń 🥺 thank u for getting a holiday special out to us! jungkook being a lidol grinchy but still surprising oc 😭 and then the “mistletoe” LMAO very nice touch! i can’t wait to rereeeead

i hope you’re having a good holiday season/and happy new years to you! wishing u the best in 2024 💌

thank you !! i'm so glad you liked it. it was fun to write for me so i was hoping everybody enjoyed it. happy holidays and new year to you too. and i wish you well also. i'm looking forward to sharing another year with all of you 💕

#fic: anchored #anchored: holi-blaze #sevń.answered #*asks.anon

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maybankiara · 4 months

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25: MERRY CHRISTMAS

summary: Addie Mallory is just your average economics student when she meets Drew Starkey at her local Target in Atlanta. This is where the story is supposed to end – a short meeting and a picture to go – except Drew accidentally leaves with the wrong phone, and the story begins, instead. w/c: 850 a/n: merry early christmas to those who celebrate! from both myself and the characters xx (also addie responded to all texts, only select are shown to avoid repetition -- remember you don't see everything that canonically happens) read on wattpad previous part | series masterlist

Wes | 6:23 am merry christmas and happy holidays!! Wes | 6:23 am everyone better be resting before The Company fucks us in the ass next year

Winnie | 6:31 am Cheerful as always early in the morning, Wes Winnie | 6:31 am Happy holidays everybody <3

Nadia | 6:46 am Happy holidays! Nadia | 6:46 am My New Years wish is that Wes gets laid and stops talking about getting fucked in the ass Nadia | 6:47 am I’m jealous of everyone who is not in our department

Winnie | 6:52 am Hahaha you guys are losers, I’ve got the best partner Winnie | 6:52 am Marea <3333333

Raiden | 7:02 am Merry christmas and happy holidays and happy free time to everyone whos not religious or whatever you guys are lucky bitches Raiden | 7:02 am Also don’t think wes getting laid will make him less likely to talk about getting fucked in the ass

Wes | 7:05 am true rai xx

Winnie | 7:07 am Nice to see Raiden’s back with the attitude 😍

Raiden | 7:10 am It’s my brand winnie gotta stick to it

Marea | 7:30 am Happy holidays guys, I hope everyone’s having a lovely time off. Can’t wait to see everybody again once we’re back, it feels weird not being at the office all the time

Wes | 7:33 am you guys think we should do another all nighter? Wes | 7:33 am a party but at the office

Me | 7:45 am Happy holidays, Merry Christmas! Me | 7:45 am And Wes no bc that sounds like a disaster waiting to happen

Raiden | 7:48 am Would definitely untwist pattys pants

Winnie | 7:51 am I’m down

Wes | 7:52 am yes!!!!

Marea | 7:52 am Wait you guys are serious?

Wes | 7:53 am do i look like i’m joking?

Me | 7:51 am I think we’re all gonna be too busy catching up with work to party

Winnie | 7:53 am Worry not Addie we can do both <3

Holden | 8:02 am Happy holidays, I see I’m late to the party

Wes | 8:03 am only if you’re late to that one

Marea | 8:04 am I propose a party or a night out but maybe not in the office until our contracts are about to expire

Me | 8:06 am Vouch

Holden | 8:07 am Yeah same

Wes | 8:09 am i swear to god Wes | 8:09 am you guys need some fucking excitement in your life Wes | 8:10 am fine <3

Raiden | 8:15 am Damn i was hoping to piss off patty

Winnie | 8:19 am Honestly Raiden Winnie | 8:20 am You literally do it by existing

Raiden | 8:22 am You know it babe

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Holden | 8:10 am Hey Addie, Merry Christmas to you and your family. I hope you’re having a great time and I can’t wait to see you again!

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Virgin Mary | 9:23 am MY DEAREST ADDISON MALLORY, THE OTHER LOVE OF MY LIFE, YOU BETTER BE HAVING THE CHRISTMAS OF YOUR LIFE. SAY HELLO TO MR AND MRS MALLORY AND THANK THEM FOR HAVING UNPROTECTED SEX 25 YEARS AGO. ALSO YOUR SIBLINGS FOR BEING V SMART AND V CUTE. LOVE YOU LOTS BABE. YOUR BABE XX

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Tom | 9:25 am Merry Christmas Addie. Thanks for helping me out with Marianne. You a real G. x

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Drew | 10:01 am Heard Atlanta’s got snow now, so be ready for learning how to love it once you’re back.

Me | 10:03 am I am now dreading coming back, thank you very much Me | 10:05 am How’s being back home?

Drew | 10:07 am It’s good Drew | 10:07 am Pretty chill honestly but feels good to be away from work and all for a bit Drew | 10:08 am Every time I go home I feel like I’m 16 again 😂

Me | 10:14 am Ah same Me | 10:14 am I love it though, I didn’t even realise how much I missed hanging out with my family

Drew | 10:16 am Yeah me too! Drew | 10:16 am Also, finally got my Mom to stop thinking we’re together!!! 😀 Drew | 10:17 am Showed her that picture you posted of you and Holden

Me | 10:18 am Yeah that had to work lmao

Drew | 10:19 am Well we’re in the clear now 😂

Me | 10:23 am Thank god it was about time 😂 Me | 10:25 am Also my sister asked me to tell you that you’re a really good actor and she enjoys your work and she might ask you for lessons in the future if that’s okay with you

Drew | 10:27 am Liyah wants me to teach her acting? Drew | 10:28 am I am flattered Drew | 10:28 am Tell her that we can have a trial lesson when she’s in Atlanta 😀

Me | 10:30 am Did Me | 10:36 am Great, now she's freaking out 😂

Drew | 10:37 am 🤷‍♂️ Drew | 10:37 am Whoops?

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26: TALK TO ME (coming 30/12)

#drew starkey #drew starkey x oc #outer banks #obx #drew starkey fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #obx fanfiction #my fic #phone swap series

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mondoradiowmse · 4 months

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12/20/23 Mondo Radio Playlist

Here's the playlist for this week's special edition of Mondo Radio, which you can download or stream here. This episode: "Too Fat for the Chimney" - A Very Mondo Xmas 2023! If you dig these seasonal sounds, don't forget to also follow the show on Facebook and Twitter!

Artist - Song - Album

Ramma Lamma - Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme - Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme (Single)

Tyler Chicorel Feat. Ashley Smith - Give It All Away - Give It All Away (Single)

Space Raft - Another Holiday Is Here - Another Holiday Is Here (Single)

The Midwest Beat - That's What Christmas Means To Me - That's What Christmas Means To Me (Single)

The Fireflies - Pretty Christmas - The Fireflies Tackle Your Christmas Tree

The Flaming Lips - Little Drummer Boy (Live) - Heady Nuggs: 20 Years After Clouds Taste Metallic 1994-1997

Wooden Shjips - O Tannenbaum - Holiday Cassingle (Single)

Imagene Peise - White Christmas (Binson Echorec Sleigh Ride) - Atlas Eets Christmas

Heidecker & Wood - Christmas Suite - Starting From Nowhere

Jack Black - Oh Hanukkah - Hanukkah +

Amil Byleckie - Whats In The Bag (Old Man)? - Good Angels Guard Thee

Dungeon Broads Feat. Jacob Berendes - O Christmas Tree - A Very Messy Holiday

Alvaro Cordova E Coro Della Piccola Casa San Giuseppe Accompagnato Dal Complesso Speciale Del Pistoia - Bianco Natale (White Christmas) - Christmas In Italy

Capitol Records With Margaret Whiting - Season's Greetings From Capitol 1949 - Season's Greetings From Capitol 1949 (Single)

Kay Starr With Orchestra Conducted By Frank DeVol - (Everybody's Waitin' For) The Man With The Bag - (Everybody's Waitin' For) The Man With The Bag (Single)

Liberace With George Liberace And His Orchestra - The Toy Piano - Christmas At Liberace's

The Singing Dogs - Jingle Bells - Dr. Demento Presents The Greatest Christmas Novelty CD Of All Time

Roger LaVern & The Microns - Christmas Stocking - Vampires, Cowboys, Spacemen & Spooks: The Very Best Of Joe Meek's Instrumentals

Bobby Helms - Captain Santa Claus (And His Reindeer Space Patrol) - Captain Santa Claus (And His Reindeer Space Patrol) (Single)

Sunshine Ruby - Too Fat For The Chimney - Too Fat For The Chimney (Single)

Sugar "Chile" Robinson - Christmas Boogie - Christmas Boogie (Single)

Fat Daddy - Fat Daddy - A John Waters Christmas

Detroit Junior - Christmas Day - Blue Yule: Christmas Blues And R&B Classics

Darlene Love - White Christmas - A Christmas Gift For You From Phil Spector

Solomon Burke - Presents For Christmas - The Original Soul Christmas

James Brown - Santa Claus Is Definitely Here To Stay (Vocal) - The Singles, Vol. 7: 1970-1972

Edd 'Kookie' Byrnes - Yulesville - Yulesville!: 33 Rockin' Rollin' Christmas Blasters For The Cool Season

Bob Seger & The Last Heard - Sock It To Me Santa - Heavy Music: The Complete Cameo Recordings 1966-1967

Bob & Doug McKenzie - Twelve Days Of Christmas - Great White North

Heather Noel - Santa Came On A Nuclear Missile - The American Song-Poem Christmas: Daddy, Is Santa Really Six Foot Four?

Monty Python - Christmas In Heaven - Monty Python Sings

James White And The Blacks - Christmas With Satan - Off White

Henry Rollins - 'Twas The Night Before Christmas - O Come All Ye Faithful: Rock For Choice

Root Boy Slim & The Sex Change Band With The Rootettes - Xmas At K-Mart - Just Can't Get Enough: New Wave Xmas

Ramones - Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight Tonight) - Brain Drain

Sparks - Thank God It's Not Christmas - Kimono My House

Nilsson - Remember (Christmas) - Son Of Schmilsson

Wizzard - I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday - Wizzard Brew

Slade - Merry Xmas Everybody - Get Yer Boots On: The Best Of Slade

John Lennon - Happy Xmas (War Is Over) - Gimme Some Truth

#Milwaukee #Christmas #Music #Radio #Playlist #WMSE

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