#oh em gee he looks so exquisite

[roses-dreams-andthorns]

Hello! Just followed a couple of days before and i love your writings. May i request a Eden from honkai reader in twisted wonderland. For example : She can sing and play instruments and she likes to drink wine? It feels wrong to put them with 2nd and 1st years so some 3rd years like Leona, idia, cater and Vil. If you do take up this request. Thank you!

but of course, friendo! Trey is an Eden main so Trey will def be doing this one-

GOᒪᗪEᑎ ᗪIᐯᗩ

"𝕸𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖗𝖆. 𝕸𝖆𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗."

Female!Eden!Reader. (She / Her pronouns used.)

ꪶꫀꪮꪀꪖ ᛕ꠸ꪀᧁᦓᥴꫝꪮꪶꪖ᥅

So the herbivore can play instruments, eh? and she drinks wine... instresting, I guess.

He doesn't care much, but he does like it when you play your instruments for him, they help him fall asleep faster because of the soothing melodies you produce for him, and he also tends to enjoy it when you two join together for a drink, (because Leona is of legal drinking age...) and he finds it funny when you're drunk, just so casually letting people take things from you, no matter how expensive they are, you simply give them away as if they were worth nothing to you, not asking for anything in return. There was a time Ruggie took one of your expensive necklaces while you were drunk, Leona tried to stop him, but you just laughed it off and said; "Take it, dear Ruggie! I'm sure it will look wonderful on you!"

Ruggie still has the necklace...

Ｃａｔｅｒ Ｄｉａｍｏｎｄ

Oh em gee! you can play instruments? Slay! oh- and you can drink? How old are you exactly??

He loves listening to you play your instruments, and he sometimes requests covers of his favorite songs, and you always enjoy accepting them and playing them, and singing. The new, modern songs are always fun to play, in your opinion.

He has witnessed you drunk plently of times before, and he still doesn't understand why, even when you're drunk, you're still so kind. You give away treasures of yours for completely free, and even after you're no longer drunk, you still laugh it off and just continue to let the person keep what you gave them. You always tell Cater; "I like it that way! A gift is a gift, Cay-san."

𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽

Your entire existance thrives with your beauty and elegance, your makeup is always on point, your outfits are elegant and exquisite, and your skill in music is astonishing.

He loves to listen to you play your instruments, he wants to dance to your music so badly...

He has witnessed you drunk so many times, he's tried to cut you off from the wine, but you always end up finding more... there was once a time Epel had tried to take something of yours, he tried to stop him, but you pat his shoulder (while drunk) and said "Come now, Vi-san, don't get so angry..." (while drunk) then you turned to Epel and smiled, "Whatever you tried to take, dear, you can have! I no longer have a use for it." (While still drunk) and went back to drinking your wine like nothing happened, while Vil followed, giving Epel a; "You're lucky..." stare.

𝕀𝕕𝕚𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕

OMG YOU'RE LIKE THAT ANIME CHARACTER!!!!!!!

He likes listening to you play your instruments, you do covers of songs from the soundtracks of his favorite games or animes, and he loves to hear them. You're quite the drunkard though, everytime he sees you on campus whenever he attends, you're drinking wine out of that fancy goblet of yours, and most likely drunk, because a few minutes later he sees some other students carrying you to the nurse's office because you passed out from how much you've drank... are your internal organs okay? he surely doubts they are...

There are also times you give him expensive looking stuff when you're drunk. There was a time you had bought him some anime figurines while drunk, I mean, he's thankful... but you really didn't have to...

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond #twst cater #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #twst vil #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #twst idia #honkai impact 3rd #honkai eden #eden honkai #honkai impact eden #honkai impact #honkai impact 3rd eden

[stylesloveclub]

r*ding pleasingrry's tummy 😵‍💫 like can you imagine you're just like staring at his chest and abdomen when he gets out of the shower or something and he's prattling on abt what you want for breakfast or whatever but you can't think just bc... well bc he's so dreamy 😵‍💫 and his tummy looks so soft but firm 😵‍💫 and you want to lick at it and kiss all over (especially at his pillowy hips with his swallows 😵‍💫) and then the thought of r*ding his tummy crosses your mind and 😵‍💫 oh em gee. and h, being the attentive doting bf that he is, comes closer when you don't answer his question about breakfast and like cradles your face all soft and strokes your cheeks delicately and "you okay, puppy? you're all quiet" and your face flushes and he's "what's the matter baby, you're all hot in the face" and you're trying to dismiss him because you're ✨embarrassed✨ but he won't let up like "no, pup, tell me what's wrong" and you start to squirm when he licks his lips and they get all glossy and look even more kissable than before 😵‍💫 and you just know he won't let it go until you tell him what's up so you finally whisper something along the lines of "you're jus' really pretty, daddy" (does pleasing y/n call h daddy? i dont remember i need to reread but if she doesn't she should bc he's SO baby daddy) and harry's like *ohhhhhh* and then he gets all smug and he's "yeah baby? what's so pretty abt your daddy" 😵‍💫 and you tell him bc you're his good girl 😌 and then (i imagined that you'd been in the bedroom this whole time, that wasn't clear jhfwiugruh) he'd start pushing you down on the bed and pressing kisses all over your skin until you can't stop wiggling under him and you're hot all over 😵‍💫. and somehow in the midst of all your kissing harry ends up underneath you, his towel lower on his hips so your p*ssy is skin to skin with his tummy 😵‍💫 and you humping and grinding against him and he's mocking you the whole time like "c'mon, get yourself off on your pretty daddy's tummy" 😵‍💫 and his hands are all over you, your thighs, bum, tits 😵‍💫 and he can't help but leave a few hickeys over your neck and collarbone and you're halfheartedly trying to bat him away while still grinding against him bc covering those up for your job at *his* restaurant is so much extra work but he doesn't listen and when he's finished sucking and licking he's "i'm sorry baby, daddy's sorry, you just look so pretty with my mark on you, so pretty when you're ruined" 😵‍💫 and you nearly keen bc what. the. fuck. he can't say shit like that and expect you not to melt. and when you're legs get tired he's "oh love, c'mon, keeping working yourself on me" but you just can't bc you've been at this for soooooo long (like ten minutes) so you just whimper and whine while your legs ache and your pace falters and he's "let's go pup, if you make yourself come like this i'll let you suck me off as a treat" 😵‍💫 and you're x10 energy now bc harry's c*ck in your mouth sounds absolutely exquisite rn and he chuckles at your enthusiasm and "oh puppy, you love my c*ck that much, huh? bet i could make you do anything for me if i gave you your treat after, right?" 😵‍💫 and you're nodding bc he's most definitely NOT wrong. and when you come it is EARTHSHATTERINGLY GOOD (as always) 😵‍💫 and he's cooing and whispering praises in your ear all "good girl puppy, such a good girl for your daddy, you did so good baby" 😵‍💫

UGH this is sooooooooo yummy . love him being concerned like are u okay puppy u seem quiet 🥺 but ur just being h word OFNEIFOSOFJW and yes he is so daddy like i needed him to be daddy for my own mental health bc he’s just so :( daddy :( and kissing all over 😭😭😭😭 this concept is so yummy and h word but i’m fixating on the kisses and the way he talks to u 🥺🥺🥺 and him not being able to help himself from leaving makes like he just wants to kiss u and loves pulling away to see the skin red and bruising :((((( i just want him so bad

#this fed me thank u #pleasing concepts

[music-my-beloved]

A Hard Day's Night: A 16yo's (horrible) album review pt.3

A Hard Day's Night: Catchy, she's so nice! She's like, a classic. Wasn't there that movie made with this same name or am I tripping? Dude making these reviews is like, giving me carpal tunnel I've never typed this much b4 !! Erm,,, but yea :/ this song is just a classic that's all I gotta say !!!

I Should Have Known Better: Harmonica goes insane honestly. Uh this song confused me 😭 like. i'm stupid??? I don't know girls this one through me for a loop. At first I was like, "Dang this girl's a runner she's out with other guys '-'" and then for a brief moment I was like no, "Okay maybe she's loyal she's just stupid and doesn't know what to say when the guy compliments her or something" I'm leaning towards the second option but the title still trips me up like, I should have known better what is that supposed to mean 😭😭??? Likeee,, "I should have known better that a girl like you would run off with different men" or "I should have known better that a ditzy girl like you wouldn't know what to say when I told you I love you" ?? I'm confuseddddd. Maybe I'm stupid. Help me 😭😭!!

If I Fell: THE DRUMS!?? Hellooo?? They're so cute !!!! They're so faint yet full it's so.. uh girl idk they're striking a chord with me. Was there a looping machine ??? Was that a thing in the 60s ?? If not that steady hand work was AMAZING. Good Job Ringo! 👍 Anyway yeah I'm familiar with this song already, she's another sister to me I love her!

I'm Happy Just To Dance With You: This song has like, melancholic undertones 😭 it makes me depressed. Not like, super sad but it's like, "Once this dance is over, I'll still love you" or something like that. Idk she's just so sad :(((( but I actually really like this track ! She's so sad I love it!!!

And I Love Her: erm, she's a bit too slow and sweet for me! I can imagine that under the right circumstances this song would be an absolute banger and just get me in my feels but right now a loud english class probs isn't the environment for this music idk.. but uhhhhh yeah. I WASN'T bored per se just mildly amused by her.

Tell Me Why: Girlllll we're getting drama???? Why this girl crying 😭 and lying ?! 😭😭 I'll tell you what these girls are! toxiccccc !!! Is it the same girl or multiple?? Because omg it's actually insane these girls are crazy or this one particular girl is just an absolute mad woman I can't tell 😭😭 uh but overall it's a pretty energetic song it's pretty good 👍

Can't Buy Me Love: Okay I heard the first line or whatever and I was like, "sugar daddy :3" what. girl nevermind. He wants a girl who doesn't want material things from him that's so sweet!! Apparently Paul and John turned their backs on Money from their previous album but whatevs I get it. Sometimes people are in a mood 👀. Uh I liked the song but the girl could bark she was a little loud for me idk 😭

Any Time At All: This song sounds a bit more modern idk but oh em gee he's gonna be there for you! Not in like a romantic way (but it could totally be seen as such) but in like a friendly sweet way !! Super cute idea for a song. Unfortunately Bruno Mars has already capitalized on such an idea with that one song that I cannot remember for the life of me rn idk

I'll Cry Instead: Teehee this song is evil >:3 !!! Revenge is real and this girl is gonna be a victim!!! I love itttt it's so catchy and just makes you wanna bop your head along with it. 10/10 for her, she was exquisite.

Things We Said Today: A parting song 🤨 hmm interestinggggg. Girl they had A LOT to say in this apparently 'cause looking at the lyrics, it reads like a short story. I mean, I know that is technically what a song is but most of the time the songs read like poems this one goes crazy (and yes I know, some parts are repeated) but OMG she was a lot !!! Charming track but I didn't really groove with this one!!!

When I Get Home: okay when I read the title I thought this song was a threat I'm not gonna lie to you 😭😭.. it still seems like a threat to me. ALSO these songs need some gut to them !! These tracks have the potential to sound more angry but they won't do it and I'm trying to understand why. The Beatles have made some angry sounding songs before (but that's for a later albums) and they've all sounded fantastic. I get that the songs at the time (60s) were all lovey dovey and cute and not so aggressive but RAAHHHHH it's so frustrating to hear the same thing over and over again. But anyway yeah I feel like this song was just too repetitive for me :/ EDIT: okay listened to this song multiple times I completely misunderstood it but the rant is STAYING !!!!!

You Can't Do That: uh this girl's a runner !!! Quick someone get her, someone watch her 😭😭😭 this song is a pretty tame response to the knowledge that your girl is talking to other people. Also this dude is oddly obsessed with his reputation like, boy, reputation don't mean nothing if your girl doesn't even respect you that much ?? I don't know i've been mean with these reviews don't mind me I'm just crazyyyy this album review has been a mess 😭

I'll Be Back: this relationship is not healthy wut. He left her just to see if she would chase after him. You know what good on you girl 'cause that was a crazy thing to do on his part. Uhm overall (despite the weirdness in the relationship dynamic) I think it was the perfect track to close out an album with. It's not using all the tricks in the playbook but it's also not completely lacking either !! It's was also a very chillaxed song and not too overbearing. I liked it!! Probs won't listen again but idk I could totally be lying don't listen to me!

More Reviews on the way, next up: Beatles for Sale...

#the beatles #guys okay this review was a mess #school was beating me up #missed 2 assignments because of this #but don't worry my grades are still well!! #don't grill me #i'm literally stupid #george harrison #paul mccartney #john lennon #ringo starr #album review

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Third Star (2010) sentence starters 

“You look like shit.”  “I thought they'd stuck you out here 'cos you'd snuffed it.” “Who wants to push me, then?” “You didn't just say 'gee wizz'.” “I did say 'gee wizz'. I'm exasperated.” “Biscuits. Great on their own, but once they're dipped in tea they become a whole different journey.” “Would you shut the fuck up please?” “I'm finally bored of meaningless sex.” “My Spidey Senses are tingling.” “Don't you ever get the urge to do something really dangerous?” “I'm gonna tell 'em you asked to see my cock.” “Do you like my wings?” “Give me the watch or I'll tear your fucking wings off!” “He's like an Alsatian pup. he's one of those guys everyone just seems to love.” “Maybe you should sit this one out.” “Sensible retreat but the tide was turning.” “Why would you sleep naked in a tent with me?” “Look, I don't wanna feel you poking me in the back.” “I have an insight into what it's like to be one of your wank puppets.” “Don't wrestle again! I'm bored of seeing wrestles.” “God, it's like deliverance.” “Now that is deeply, deeply, deeply disturbing.” “D'you know, if this was heaven I'd be pretty fucking chuffed.” “I like the way you subtly brought it back round to you dying. I'd forgotten.” “I can't help but picture myself this dust dancing in the flicker light. Millions of atoms of constant...is-ness.” “Just picture me tapdancing in the firmament and I'll be well happy.” “After your 'dancing across the stars' do you wanna hear that I think there's nothing? That you'll rot and that's it.” “You make a great cup of tea that gives you real pleasure, then you go and ruin it. Why don't you finish it, then get off your ass and make a new one?” “I don't recognize you anymore, you're getting more and more watered down every day.” “Nice. Was that rehearsed?” “Just... I never seem to get things done the way I thought I would.” “I love lessons learned through anecdotal observation. Seriously, did you prepare that?” “Like you finish anything anyway...” “We both know that most people settle for something that they think is better than being alone.” “Why do I want the opinion of a man who doesn't believe in love.” “The love you're talking about is like an addiction. You should be thinking 'I can't live without you today', everyday. You'd do everything to make her/him want you more. Make her/him want you.” “Someone chinked the armour?” “Is there really such a thing as multiple orgasms?” “If I'm reading this map right- and I know I am, I'm seriously gonna save us some time.” “Can I have your car if you fall?” “Why am I always the one that's getting it rather than giving it.” “I’ve never heard anything like it in my whole life!” “I have other friends. People find me attractive.” “Great to be needed, isn't it?” “I thought he was going to fuck us. And then eat us.” “Did he touch your private place?” “You've been hitting the morphine kind of hard.” “You fucking child!” “We're all gonna have to sleep in a tent that was made for...fucking anorexic pygmies!” “I got my knife, so any of you starts going 'Brokeback', I'll be going 'Rambo', alright?” “Oh, God, you feel good...” “You two don't have any idea how much responsibility I have to take so you can just piss about.” “Why are you so desperate to be needed?” “I'm grateful!... But what are you gonna do when I'm not around? I can't picture it.” “I shall treat you all to a shrink when we get back, but for now, can we just have a laugh?” “If you say ‘Raison d'etre’, I am going to kill myself.” “It's not about the cards life dealt you. It's about the hand that you feel safe playing.” “I thought the tea life making metaphor was good but that was...exquisite.” “I don't want to die! I want...more time. I want more time!” “I was gonna do so much! I was going to be special. And I know it sounds pompous, it is.” “Why are YOU special?” “What? You want to hit me now, you...pissy little arse-licker?” “Oh, fuck off! You bore the shit out of me.” “We're not your secretaries. We don't run away if you turn nasty!” “Why are you so cruel? You're just cruel. There's other ways to get what you want!” “It's like you're actually looking at my soul through a microscope. I'll have to redeem myself!” “Ah, GOD! We don't need to be doing this! We should be laughing and talking bollocks about the good old days.” “Mate, if you wanted to get something off your chest, why didn't you just call me?” “And when you're gone, you won't...know that this is fucking killing me!” “It's not worth talking about it, it's not going to change anything.” “I wasn't going to apologise you arrogant little fuck! I'm right! And we don't apologise. I can say this shit, come back in 5 minutes and say nothing. That's the point!” “Jesus, this trip has been like a walk with a sick, white Oprah! You would hate you right now.” “I'm not afraid of failing now.” “Well, if you're not gonna fucking listen...” “He just saved your life.” “What? You think he likes me more than you, you whiny poof?” “Why do people keep throwing my stuff in the sea?” “It's not that simple! Everything's fucked. It's all shit, and people rely on me.” “When was the last time you ran for five hours?” “You've no right to talk to me like that. None.” “Don't put out the fire with your piss. It stinks!” “God it's good to see him off the leash. He's a beautiful, bighearted force of nature, and she crushes every natural urge in him.” “How do you know what he wants?” “Yeah. It all gets watered down. But I stick to my decisions, however shit. And when all my dreams come to nothing, I'll be around to bloody see it!” “You should have told me before! You should have fucking told me!” “Man, you really showed that tree ...” “You feeling all hard now?! Why? Because I didn't kick your arse for chucking my phone in the sea? Because I'm actually right?” “Just. Shut. Up! This isn't about you right now.” “He needed me, and I was there for him, and I'm really sorry you have such a problem with that.” “Your illness disgusts me. It shocks me. I couldn't physically be around it. It's true, I haven't been there for you. I'm sorry.” “Is there anything so peaceful as the sound of the ocean?” “I'm sorry. Who the fuck am I to tell you how to live your lives?” “I'm fucking your sister/brother.” “I am totally and utterly in love with her/him and I have been for ten years.” “I wanted her/him. I pursued her/him, and I got her/him.” “I knew she had a thing for you, but then, every woman does.” “You can have anyone you wanted. Why her/him?” “There is one thing that my father said to me that is bigger than everything, and anyone. And if I was any son of his, I'll figure out what it is. I have.” “I'm leaving early, and it all goes on without me.” “Tomorrow, I'm gonna swim out into the middle of the bay, and I'm not coming back. I know the enormity of this, and I am asking you to let me swim.” “This is how my life is gonna be from now on. Because of the pain. Because of the drugs that I take for the pain, because of the drugs that I take for the side-effects of the other drugs...it's taking over and gradually I'll slip further and further into thinking solely about pain, and that's not worth living for.” “This is insane! I can't believe you're talking about it normally!” “I have never been so alive. And now I want to end it, to actually finish something!” “I want to be conscious until I'm gone, I want to feel something even if its the pain of salt water in my lungs.” “You've ruined this camping trip. Can we go home now, please?” “I'd rather not be alone, mate.” “Remember that you were loved by me, and that you made my life a happy one. And there's no tragedy in that.”

#[i finally did it ] #[u all probably know this is like my favorite movie of all time ] #third star sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence starters #; mine

[lemon-drop-writings]

Gibbous (Reddie/Stenbrough, Trans!Richie x Eddie/Stan x Bill) 2/???

Summary: The Losers Club is taking a long weekend away from their hometown of Derry and heading out into the forest to get some fresh air. Richie hopes he can put his past behind him and finally begin to start a future, hopefully involving Eddie. Bill is ready to be part of something more than himself; whether it be something as small as a relationship with a certain other member of the Losers Club, he doesn’t know.

Warnings: Dead name mention, mention of abusers, language, slight mention of weed, I think that’s it

Word Count: 1314

A/N: I never expected to get this much attention of this fic, but golly gee, y’all proved me wrong. I love you all! Enjoy chapter 2!

Richie smiled and tapped the steering wheel of his truck with his thumbs. It was moments like this that made Richie love his life; he was blaring “Dancing Queen” from his radio, beaming and dancing in his seat as his friends did the same, even Stan joining in and singing along to the song. All the way to the campsite, the group sang along to whatever came on the radio, and if they didn’t like it, they would talk instead. Richie felt more at home with them than he ever had with his parents. His friends were the ones who helped him cut his hair, order the right binder, find a loophole in the system for him to be able to start T shots; his parents refused to so much as call him anything other than “Rochelle”. Just the thought of his dead name made him shudder and caused his stomach to feel like it was full of stones.

The sound of Beverly’s voice singing out to Jessie J’s “Domino” broke him out of the train of anxiety-inducing thoughts. He took a deep breath and smiled, following Ben’s car up the hill and toward the group’s campsite for the weekend. Everything was going to be perfect; Mike was in charge of the food, assuring everyone that his famous cookies would make an appearance and that he could make the best campfire popcorn anyone had had in their entire lives. Ben brought extra pillows and blankets in case anyone got cold or they wanted to tell ghost stories- which he would most likely supply. Bill had a few tents piled in the bed of the truck, each would fit 2 or 3 of them. Bev had music covered, bringing her old radio and a stack of CDs in her backpack. Knowing Eddie, he had at least 3 first aid kits with him. Stan was going to lead everyone on a nature hike, being the boy scout he was. He had a display case in his room with all his badges, along with his uniform. He had long since quit, but he still liked to reminisce.

He kept tapping the steering wheel until he heard an advertisement come over the radio, shushing everyone and turning up the radio volume.

“Everyone shut up!”

“Yeah, and next week we’ll have live music from some local band. Uh, Flaming Uranus or something, I dunno, I forget. But they’ll be performing here from 6:30 to 11, so come get a drink and check ‘em out.”

“Fucking dipshit!” Richie spat. He turned the radio back down, “It’s calling Flinging Plutonium, dick wad!”

Bev chimed in from the backseat, “I wouldn’t worry too much about it, Rich. People will still come to see you perform.”

“The people we booked the gig with don’t even know our fucking name, Bev. Whatever, we’re still gonna kick ass.”

Stan snorted from his spot behind Bill, covering his mouth to hide a smile. Richie glared back at him, using the rear view mirror to send the look.

Richie followed Ben as he turned onto a long path leading into the forest. Beverly and Stan let their hands hang out of the windows of the back seat, brushing against leaves and ferns as Richie drove. Richie loved the smell of the forest, the scent of pine and warm soil reaching his nose. He couldn’t wait to spend 3 days out here.

Richie worked on unloading his truck while Bill and Stan set up the tents, conversing between themselves and chuckling occasionally. Ben and Mike teamed up to get the fire pit set up safely, leaving Eddie and Bev to help Richie. Just as the trio started to grab their backpacks, Bill spoke up.

“Hey guys, how are we pairing up?”

The group stopped for a moment, not having considered how they would pair off to share the tents.

Bev chimed in, “I don’t mind sharing for a trio, so whoever is fine for me.”

Ben grinned, hoping he might be able to share a tent with his favourite red-head.

“Well, I call sharing with my little Eds over here!” Richie chuckled, putting an arm around the shorter male’s shoulders and pulling him to his side.

“I swear to god, if you call me that one more fucking time I’m going to bash your skull to bits in your sleep,” Eddie retorted. He grumbled a little and shrugged Richie’s arm off him before adding, “Of course I’m your tent partner, moron.”

Richie beamed, planting a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before running away laughing from the smaller teen’s fury. He placed his backpack and sleeping bag inside the middle tent, “Hey Eddie Spaghetti, which side do you want?”

“What hand do you use for jacking off?”

“Right,” Richie smirked. “Why, sweet cheeks, wanna help?”

“I’ll take the right side of the tent,” Eddie plopped his backpack on the side of the tent he chose, ensuring he would be on Richie’s left side while ignoring the other teen’s comment.

“Thanks for sharing with me, Spaghetti man. Imagine if I had to share with Stan the Man, haha,” Richie unrolled his sleeping bag and put his backpack and guitar on top of it. “Nothing but birds and Bill, birds and Bill.”

“And with you, nothing but sex and my mom, sex and my mom,” Eddie rolled his eyes, teasing his friend.

“Aw, Eds, I promise I won’t talk about your mom. Or doing your mom. Scout’s honour.”

“You were never a scout, Rich.”

Before Richie could send back a witty retort, Beverly’s voice rung out from outside the tent, “Hey dipshits, we’re going to go swim. Wanna join?”

Richie grinned, grabbing swim shorts and a t-shirt from his bag, “I’m in, gingerbread!”

Eddie hummed a soft response, grabbing his own swim clothes before looking over at Richie and immediately averting his eyes, “JESUS CHRIST, RICHARD, WARN ME.”

“Aw c’mon Eds, you know you like the view,” Richie teased, wiggling his ass at the other, his boxers covering what his tugged down jeans didn’t.

“Richard, I, unlike some people in the room, respect privacy and modesty. Now if you could please turn around?”

Richie nodded, turning away from his tentmate. He knew Eddie was sensitive about these things.

Beverly wobbled on Ben’s broad shoulders. Bill laughed as he pushed back against her hands from the top of Mike’s own shoulders, Stan sitting on Richie’s off to the side. Eddie was the score keeper, watching the others chicken fight.

“You’re going down, Marsh!” Bill chuckled, reciprocating the force she applied to his hands and arms.

“Oh yeah? Take this!” She beamed, pushing the boy back into the water with a large splash.

Eddie grinned, moving his arms through the water, “Hey guys, is anyone else getting hungry?”

The others looked over, considering. They all nodded in consensus, muttering an agreement and working their way towards the shore of the lake.

Richie caught up with Eddie, grinning and humming a little, “What did you have in mind for food, my dear Eduardo?”

“I mean, we have noodles if we boil water over a fire,” Eddie trudged back towards to campsite, wrapping his towel around his small frame. His wet curls clung to his forehead, dripping slightly and leaving trails of water along his bare collar and shoulders. Richie couldn’t help but notice how the droplets magnified the sprinkling of light freckles on Eddie’s body, even on such a miniscule scale. He had stopped listening to what Eddie was saying, too preoccupied with the exquisite features of the boy he had admired for years now.

“Richie? Are you listening?”

“Hm? Yeah! Yes, of course Eds,” Richie gave him a cheesy grin as they all gathered at the campsite, Mike starting a fire in the pit they set up.

Beverly smiled as she grabbed her backpack, pulling out a small plastic bag, “So fellas….anyone wanna get blazed?”

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Swapping the Wilderness of Drug Addiction for the Wilds of South Africa

Lying in the early morning sun, the hyena gazed at us deceptively docilely. Her cub was mewling for milk sweetly, pushing against her furred body. They looked cute enough for a Japanese Hello Hyeny merchandise catalogue.

Obviously, I resisted the suicidal urge to exit the roofless safari vehicle. Those jaws can easily take a grown man’s hand. And African wildlife have a way of making wayward tourists into news headlines.

But still… so cuuuute.

I was on a safari with my dad this past week. Bonding trip to Sabie, far out into the bush and bordering Kruger.

A gift of recovery, as they call it, because back in active drug addiction, I wouldn’t leave the house let alone civilisation. For one thing, my drug dealer didn’t deliver outside of the suburbs.

I certainly didn’t have adventures like flying in small airplanes. I hadn’t flown in a while (unless you count drug highs), and it was fun… until take off.

I have this belief that small planes aren’t meant to fly. It’s like Gravity takes serious offense to these fragile craft; I really felt its desire to grind us into the ground. We had turbulence, a pocket of air where the tiny plane just dropped like a stone for a couple of seconds. I’d hardly ever thrown up on alcohol (some sort of natural resistance to it, I guess). But this time, sober, I reached for the barf bag. Phew. Nothing happened.

After landing on a juvenile, barely-passable runway, I got off the plane shakily. That’s the last time, I silently communed with Gravity. I will never f#%^ with you again.

From there the adventure began.

On the first day, we saw a bull elephant. He got really close to the vehicle we were in, didn’t pay us any mind. A delectable, nourishing root grew under a tree, and said tree was in his way, so he simply tusked it over. Majestic strength flowed through those ivory ploughs. Nothing stopped this elephant from getting what he wanted.

Kind of like how I, typically for an addict, didn’t let anything get in the way of me and my fix. Always hustling, making a plan, overcoming any obstacle – and just like they call a male elephant a bull, I was a bullsh!%%3r.

I related to the elephant in that way.

We also saw leopards. Out in broad daylight. I think that’s quite rare. They’re normally shy. Elusive. Shadow assassins. We stayed at an open camp – where wildlife is free to move through as they please – so having leopards close by was quite nerve-wracking. Made me always look over my shoulder while walking from the chalet we were sharing to the main areas of the camp.

Reminded me of how I used to be on the lookout for, well, a different species of animal. Pigs. Every addict’s worst fear is running afoul of the blue lights that wafted a lingering smell of crisp bacon. Nothing brings down the drug high like a night with fellow low-lifes in a pigpen.

No telling what predators you’ll find in with you.

We weren’t allowed to leave our chalets in the night, unless accompanied by staff. On the first evening, I heard the loud bellow of a hippo. Directly outside. Hippos being the single most dangerous mammal in Africa, I was a mite concerned. Jaws wider than a chasm of doom combined with a temper that flies faster than buck chased by cheetah, they kill more people in Africa than all the carnivores combined. Hippos are not your friends.

But then, I got confused. It sounded like it was coming from the other room. Oh Em Gee. My dad snores like an aquatic mass murderer.

On another exciting game drive, there was a lioness with her cubs. Again, strong suicidal urge to go pet them. The cubs were tugging at her ears, squirming around, wrestling with each other. Suicidal urges are a thing with me. That’s what active addiction does. Makes the use of drugs and alcohol seem like the natural thing to do. Do NOT PET THE LION CUBS. But we do anyway. Then we get mauled, lose something important, like a vital organ or our home, and go, “Never again will I pet a cute lion cub!” But some time passes and we’re thinking, maybe it was just that one lioness who took issue with us. The next one will be different.

Whoops, mauled again. This time, half your face is missing.

This goes on until we end up meeting the resident rangers (i.e. the counselling team) of rehabs like Houghton House – who guide us to the fresh watering hole of recovery.

So now I know not to go petting cute syringes, rubbing my nose in white drug powders, hugging bottles of alcohol, and expecting things to go well.

We also saw buffalo posing like it was their high school yearly photoshoot. Check it out. When I was in high school, my journey with drugs started with marijuana. I also lazed around like these beefy boys, but that’s what drugs like marijuana did to me: took away motivation. And motor skills. I was gawkier than a three-legged lion.

Early the Saturday morning, I blaringly rolled through the mosquito nets out of the bed. The last thing I felt like doing was going on a 5am crack-of-dawn game drive. Forcing coffee down my throat, I recalled how in active addiction, a night of drugs would have kept me sleeping, if I could, the whole day. But never mind that. Off we went, with me silently cursing the whole way.

Until we came across an antelope. Or at least we think it was an antelope. It was hard to tell. The buck was brutally attacked sometime before we arrived. By the time we got there, the lioness had already ravaged the carcass. And she was close to us. So close, I was sure I could smell her fetid breath. A cub was walking around behind her. Presumably he had his fill already.

Hungry that lioness was, ripping off pieces of flesh and gulping them down, the way an addict, starved of his drug of choice would scarf it the next chance he got, whether through the needle, the pipe, or the straw.

Then, at last, the final day had arrived. It seemed both a lifetime and a mere drop of sand in the hour glass, and we were ready for our lift back to the airport.

A ride on the roofless land cruiser through the bush to a landing strip in Middle-of-Nowhere-ville. We boarded the all-too small airplane, ready to make our ascend.

A gift of recovery, one I’m thankful to Houghton House for. I’d never have been able to explore the deep bush of Africa if I was still abusing drugs. I’d never have enjoyed life at its most primal, while mingling with guests from countries all over the world.

Drugs would have robbed me of glorious sunsets, dinners made of lively conversation with French, American, and German tourists, and trips into the veldthat revealed the jewels of Africa.

The only things I missed about civilisation were my cats, supping on meats exquisitely prepared and succulently clothed in thick gravy. Instead of the fresh, frenzied kills I witnessed at Sabie by cats of another kind.

But, my cats purr when I pet them. The others, here, take a literal arm and a leg.

Soon, I’d see them, I thought, as we lifted off to soar through the African skies. As the land’s trees and bushes became to shrink, I spied a grazing gazelle looking up as we passed by.

Contentedly, I began to snooze.

The big cats. My small cats. Now I wouldn’t exchange them for the drugs, like cat, in the world.

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[thehueofprose]

Aperturestock Ch. 1

Here’s chapter one of my new crossover fic, Aperturestock! In this chapter, Wayne Campbell has a dream, and plans on doing a Waynestock 2. However, things don’t go out as planned...

It was a balmy summer day in Aurora, Illinois. Wayne and his buddy Garth were with their friend Terry, engaging in a jam session. Practicing their skills on rock songs from the seventies through nineties, it was only time before they had to work on their show, "Wayne's World", at dusk. But due to current technology, public access shows were fading into obscurity, and they soon had to change their format to an online show. This transition was arguably difficult for the crew, as they had to set up more equipment and edit their videos in post, which was quite a step up. Once dusk rolled around, the three headed to their recording den from their music room. "Okay," said Wayne, "it's time for this next session then! Garth, may you supply us with popular video games from our EXQUISITE catalog?" "Uh, sure, Wayne," replied Garth, "Which ones should I get?" Wayne thought for a moment. "How about the ones we thought were excellent the past year, then?" he said. Garth beamed. "Excellent idea." He then darted to their video game catalog to quickly, but carefully choose ten recent games. He then toted them back to the den and placed them on a table, splaying them out like a hand of cards. "Garth, my dude!" Wayne belted out. "Excellent choices!" Garth nodded in agreement. Wayne picked up a few of the cases and pored at them for a few seconds. "Aw man, look at these picks! Deltascape, King's Cry, Thunderrun! This makes for an awesome episode!" he said. "Alright, let's get to ranking these puppies!" "Yeah, let's rank 'em!" Garth chimed, albeit a little awkwardly. Wayne and Garth went on to discuss the rankings of the games and why they would be in that ranking, with Terry helping them to point out the pros and cons. And sure enough, they had a opinionated, but fairly positive list. Then they went ahead and set up for the episode, setting up cameras, hooking up the computers, and went to filming. After they had finished, Wayne huffed with a mighty exclaim, "Whooph! Man, that was a list! I think we did a mighty fine job, now didn't we, boys?" "We sure did!" Garth replied. Wayne heaved a great yawn. "Oh, man, I'm a little bushed!" he said, drowsily. "Garth, can you help Terry edit the video this time? I think I need a little snooze." "Oh, alright, Wayne," said Garth, dejectedly. Wayne sauntered up to his bedroom, came to his bed, and promptly flopped on it. He pulled his blanket atop of him, embellished with the logos of his favorite bands. He quietly drifted off to sleep while Garth and Terry edited the new episode. Then, it happened. Wayne had a dream. He was in a lab. He heard a synthetic voice. "Wayne," the voice called. In his dream, Wayne turned around to find a gynoid robot standing in front of him. Wayne gasped. "Are you..." he asked in hesitation, "a robot babe?" The gynoid slightly scowled at Wayne, her yellow eyes flashing briefly. "Why, yes I am, Wayne," she replied with a slight edge to her voice. "However, that's not why I'm here." From behind her, a blue robotic orb came to her side. "Then what is it then?" Wayne asked. "Do you remember Jim Morrison communicating in this realm?" the gynoid asked. "Now that you mention it, I do!" Wayne replied. He thought for a few seconds, then came with a sudden realization. "WAYNESTOCK TWO!" he promptly blurted out. The gynoid rolled her eyes. "You didn't let me finish, but yes, that's what I meant." Wayne formed his mouth in an ear-to-ear grin. "Excellent!" he exclaimed, while giving a thumbs up. "Thanks, robot babe!" "You're welcome," replied the gynoid. She and the orb faded along with the dream. The next morning, Garth was rudely aroused from slumber. "GARTH! GARTH! GARTH!" Wayne yelled. "Awwgh, gee, what is it, buddy?" asked an oscitant Garth. "Garth," Wayne excitedly shouted, "I had a dream again!" "Was it that recurring dream where you ate the world's biggest doughnut again?" asked Garth, drowsily. "What? No!" Wayne exclaimed. "It's better than that!" "What could be better than a fifty-foot jelly-filled doughnut?" Garth groggily mumbled. "A robot babe, that's what! Scha-WING!" Wayne replied while thrusting his hips forward. "Although, there's more exciting news in store, my friend." "There is?" Garth asked. "Does that mean we'll have a reality of robo-babes soon?" "Maybe someday," Wayne answered, "but that's not the main point. You see, the robot babe told me we should hold a SECOND Waynestock." Garth sat up in bed. "Wait, you're telling me that you had a dream where a robo-babe told you to hold a Waynestock Two?" he asked. "Mmm-hmm," affirmed Wayne. "But wait, don't we have to find a place where this can happen again?" said Garth. "Of course we do," answered Wayne. "We can make it happen. We can just set up shop in Chicago, and find some bands." "Yeah, but how?" asked Garth. "Simple," replied Wayne. "We live in an age of technology. We drive to our designated spot, then we look up the local bands. We have them play their songs, and then we start selling tickets as well as advertising! It'll work, Garth!" "If you insist," Garth replied, unsure. "C'mon, Garth, let's have breakfast and tell this to Terry," Wayne said. "Alright," Garth mumbled. Wayne and Garth then walked to the kitchen. "Alright," said Wayne, "what is it we'll have for breakfast on this fine morning?" "Uh, Choco-Spheres?" Garth suggested. "Garth, I think we had Choco-Spheres yesterday," Wayne replied. "How about... umm," he said as he pored over their cereal shelf, "uhh, Crunchy Rice Squares? Or Honey Oat Rings? Uhh, Magic Mallows? Fruity Fruit Tori? Take your pick, Garth." Garth thought for a moment. "Uhm, I think I'll take Honey Oat Rings," he said. "Honey Oat Rings it is then," Wayne replied. He then took out two bowls, poured the cereal in both, added milk, and stuck a spoon in each. "Bon appetit," he said, as the two began to dig into their cereal. Once they were done eating their breakfast, Wayne and Garth headed to their rooms to get dressed. After they dressed in their usual attire, they headed to their music room. Wayne then called up Terry on his phone. "Yeah hello, Terry? I've got something exciting to talk to you about. Do ya mind being picked up? ...No? Okay, we'll come and pick you up. See ya." He hung up the phone. "Alright, Garth, let's go pick up Terry in our Mirthmobile," he said. And so they went along driving to pick up Terry, munching on a few licorice pieces along the way. After the two picked up Terry to their place, the three sat down in their recording den. "So," Terry asked, "what's the big news?" Wayne smiled. "Well, I had a dream last night," he replied. "I was in a lab, and this robot babe was there. And she told me..." He paused and leaned in for dramatic effect. "...that I, Wayne Campbell, should hold a Waynestock Two." Terry opened his eyes wide. "You really dreamt that?" he asked. "I sure did," Wayne confirmed. Terry shook his head slightly. "Well, s***. I mean it happened with Morrison the first time, and now a robot lady? Huh," he said in awe. "We can make it happen, Terry," Wayne said. "We just gotta pack up our equipment and stuff, and we'll head to Chicago." "Fair enough," Terry said. So the three spent the next ten minutes discussing plans to travel to Chicago. After much considering, they started to pack up their equipment, including their guitar, amp, cameras, mics, and laptop, as well as packing up clothes to wear. Then they went to the Mirthmobile. "Alright, men," Wayne announced, "for our trip to the bustling city of Chicago, which navigation method shall we use?" He pointed to inside the blue Pacer. "The advanced GPS, or the robust map?" "Um," Garth said awkwardly, "how about we go with the map? I don't think I'm comfortable with the GPS yet." "Alright, Garth," said Wayne. "We can make it to Chicago with it." Then, it was time to go. Wayne and company got in the Mirthmobile, with Wayne driving, Garth riding shotgun, and Terry in the back seat. Garth pulled out the paper map, and they started heading to Chicago. Along the way, the three fressed on the licorice rope. Then, somewhere along the way, Garth made an error reading the map. Soon, they were headed up past Chicago on highway 43, and then 41. Finally, they found themselves lost in Upper Michigan after five hours. Wayne had finally parked the Mirthmobile near a science facility in despair. "We're lost," he said with a somber edge to his voice. "Maybe I should've chosen the GPS," Garth said, bleakly. "Yeah, maybe," said Wayne. "Truth is, where are we?" "Somewhere in Michigan, I think," answered Terry.

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