#the puma has so much to answer for

[hjea]

Going through the tag, it looks like a number of people are really struggling to understand Bram Stoker’s terrible cockney-accent writing style, which is a shame because Tom Bilder the Zookeeper is a real treat. So I’ve gone through and written out his dialogue in plain English as best I can. This isn’t annotated, just my attempt to make the writing a little more accessible for everyone.

Only Tom Bilder and his wife’s words are written out here, please insert the Pall Mall Gazette interviewer’s words as needed.

“Now sir, you can go on and ask me what you want. You’ll excuse me refusing to talk of personal subjects before meals. I give the wolves and jackals and the hyenas in all our section their tea before I begin to ask them questions.”

“Hitting them over the head with a pole is one way; scratching their ears is another, when gentlemen with money want a bit of a show-off to their girls, I don’t so much mind the first—the hitting with a pole before I throw in their dinner; but I wait until they’ve had their sherry and coffee, so to speak, before I try the ear-scratching. Mind you, there a deal of the same nature in us as in those animals. Here’s you coming and asking me questions about my business, and I was so grumpy that it was only because you gave me a half-a-bloomin’-pound I didn’t immediately blow you off before I’d answer. Not even when you sarcastically asked me if you’d ask the zoo’s Superintendent if you could ask me your questions. Didn’t I cheerfully tell you to go to hell?

“And when you said you’d report me for using obscene language, that was the same as hitting me over the head; but the half-a-pound made that all right. I wasn’t going to fight you, so I waited for the food and howled like the wolves, and lions, and tigers do. But, Lord love your heart, now that my wife has stuck a chunk of her tea-cake in me, and rinsed me out with her bloomin’ old teapot, and I’ve lit my pipe, you may scratch my ears for all you’re worth, and you won’t get even a growl out of me. Go on with your questions, I know what you’re getting at, that escaped wolf.”

“All right, governor. This here is about the whole story. That wolf we call Berserker was one of three grey ones that came from Norway to Charles Jamrach, which we bought off of him four years ago. He was a nice well-behaved wolf, that never gave any trouble to speak of. I’m more surprised at him for wanting to get out than any other animal in the place. But, there, you can’t trust wolves any more than women.”

“Don’t you mind him, sir! He’s been minding the animals so long that, bless me, if he isn’t like an old wolf himself. But there’s no harm in him.”

“Well, sir, it was about two hours after feeding yesterday when I first heard the disturbance. I was making up a litter in the monkey-house for a young puma that is ill; but when I heard the yelping and howling I came straight away. There was Berserker tearing around like a mad thing at the bars as if he wanted to get out. There weren’t many people about that day, and close at hand was only one man, a tall, thin chap, with a hook nose and a pointed beard, with a few white hairs running through it. He had a hard, cold look and red eyes, and I took a dislike to him, for it seemed as if it was him that was irritating the animals. He had white leather gloves on his hands, and he pointed out the animals to me and said: ‘Keeper, these wolves seem upset at something.’

‘Maybe it’s you,’ I said, because I didn’t like the airs he gave himself. He didn’t get angry, as I hoped he would, but he smiled a kind of insolent smile, with a mouth full of white, sharp teeth. ‘Oh no, they wouldn’t like me,’ he said.

‘Oh yes they would,’ I said, imitating his tone. ‘They always like a bone or two to clean their teeth with around tea-time, which you could provide.’

Well, it was an odd thing, but when the animals saw us talking they lay down, and when I went over to Berserker he let me stroke his ears the same as ever. Then the man came over, and bless me if he didn’t put his hand in the cage and stroke the old wolf’s ears too!

‘Take care,’ I said. ‘Berserker is quick.’

‘Never mind,’ he said. ‘I’m used to them!’

‘Are you in the business yourself?’ I said, taking off my hat, because a man who trades in wolves, etc., is a good friend to keepers.

‘No,’ he said, ‘not exactly in the business, but I’ve made pets of several.’ And with that he lifted his hat as polite as a lord, and walked away. Old Berserker kept looking after him until he was out of sight, and then he went and lay down in a corner and wouldn’t come out the whole evening. Well last night, as soon as the moon was up, the wolves here all began howling. There was nothing for them to howl at. There wasn’t anyone near, except someone apparently calling a dog somewhere out in the back of the gardens in the Park Road. Once or twice I went out to see if everything was all right, and it was, and then the howling stopped. Just before twelve o’clock I just took a look around before turning in for the night, and, bust me, but when I came opposite to old Berserker’s cage I saw the rails broken and twisted about and the cage empty. And that’s all I know for certain.”

“One of the gardeners was coming home at about that time from an harmony, when he saw a big grey dog coming out through the garden hedges. At least, that’s what he said, but I don’t put much stock in it myself, since he never said a word about it to his wife when he got home, and it was only after the escape of the wolf was made known, and we had been up all night hunting the park for Berserker, that he remembered seeing anything. My own belief was that the harmony had got into his head.”

“Well, sir,” he said, with a suspicious sort of modesty, “I think I can; but I don’t know that you’d be satisfied with the theory.”

“Well then, sir, I account for it this way; it seems to me that the wolf escaped—simply because he wanted to get out.”

“Right you are, sir,” he said briskly. “You’ll excuse me, I know, for teasing you, but the wife here winked at me, like she was telling me to go for it.”

“My opinion is this: the wolf is hiding out somewhere. The gardener who didn’t remember said he was galloping northward faster than a horse could go; but I don’t believe him, for, you see, wolves don’t gallop anymore than dogs do, not being built for it. Wolves are fine things in a storybook, and I daresay when they’re in packs and attacking something that’s more afraid than they are they can make a devil of a noise and chop it up, whatever it is. But, Lord bless you, in real life a wolf is only a low creature, not half as clever or as bold as a good dog; and not with nearly as much fight in it. This one hasn’t been used to fighting or even providing for himself, and more than likely he’s somewhere around the Park, hiding and shivering, and if he thinks at all, wondering where he’s going to get his breakfast from; or maybe he’s run down some area and is in a coal-cellar. My eye, won’t some cook get a fright when she sees his green eyes shining at her out of the dark! If he can’t get food he’s bound to look for it, and maybe he’ll find a butcher’s shop in time. If he doesn’t, and some nursemaid goes walking off with a soldier, and leaving the infant in the perambulator—well, then I shouldn’t be surprised if the census has one less baby. That’s all.”

“God bless me!” he said. “If there isn’t old Berserker coming back by himself!”

“There, I knew the poor old chap would get into some kind of trouble; didn’t I say it all along? Here’s his head all cut and full of broken glass. He’s been getting over some bloomin’ wall or something. It’s a shame that people are allowed to top their walls with broken bottles. This here is what comes of it. Come along, Berserker.”

#dracula daily #writing out accents is the worsttttt and #lbh #pretty offensive most of the time #mine

[rinusuarez]

Ignorance is bliss but is also fear.

Working on this project many times keeps me thinking about the impact we have over the life we share the world with. Humanity has been ignorant mostly of all of its existence, and whatever we used to fear, our answer, our instinct is to eliminate it. Now we think more before we act (some) and we discover that many times our fears are just funded. And we are learning to care about what we used to fear and to price what surrounds us, instead of thinking that they are there to serve us. Unfortunately, for some is just too late. South China Tiger

This population of tigers is believed extinct in the wild since not a sign of this animal has been reported since the late 1980s. There are programs trying to regrow the population in China and also in Africa. Its numbers are less than 200 and the reproduction programs have shown little success. The animals often present inbreeding depression and low genetic diversity. Before its extinction, the animal wasn't deeply studied in the wild so little is known about its natural behavior. It used to be listed as a subspecies but this recognition was based on the study of just five skulls. Now is counted as a population of the panthera tigris tigris. _____________________________________________ Credits: Felids and Hyenas of the World: Wildcats, Panthers, Lynx, Pumas, Ocelots, Caracals, and Relatives.  Dr. José R. Castelló South China Tiger Photo Reference Credits: Yifu Liu _____________________________________________ Thank you guys for your support! If you like the content, a follow, a like, and a reblogged will be very much appreciated. Hope you had a great New Year's Eve and I wish your dreams come true this new year. Please wish me the same. I have great expectations this year. Thank you!! Don't forget to visit my Store and follow me on Instagram

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[emophil81]

Please scroll down for a hot sneaker and socks story!

Pictures by aimalefoot found on Deviantart

A nice birthday present - a sock and sneaker fetish story

(Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 21 years or older and it’s a complete work of fiction! Even if depicted otherwise in the story, please always practice safe sex! German original Story by PumaBengel posted on mannfuermann.com under the title „Fantasien erleben“.)

I've been together with my boyfriend Erik for a few months now. We can talk about anything. Especially when it comes to preferences, our kinks and fetishes and things like that.

It was always clear to me that I could only fall in love with one man and only have sex with one man. Over the years I've realized what I love about men. My cock belongs in a hot ass and his love juice belongs in my mouth. I think thousands of other gays feel the same way. Since I met my boyfriend, I know that there is so much more. We have already decided that we want to spend our lives together.

I could wrap my mouth around his beautiful cock and suck him dry three times a day. He's no different. We have already exchanged a few fantasies with each other. He would like to go to sleep in a mountain of sweaty socks. And I would blow all the boys who donate their stinky socks. In fact, we laughed a lot as we revealed our innermost fantasies to each other. Somehow it always made us both so hot that we could be so open with each other that we had the hottest sex I've ever experienced during, after and in between our sex confessions! For me, sneakers and socks are now also part of it.

It's approaching my birthday and my boyfriend asks me what I want. Of course he asks me that when we're in the middle of cuddling and fiddling. So a cock-driven answer comes from me. “I would like to suck off a handful of hot cocks.” Erik looks at me sadly and asks "Am I not enough for you?" Fuck, wrong answer! Erik laughs, "I know, my darling. Just kidding.“

A few days later, when it’s my birthday, in the morning he takes me in his arms and kisses me. Before I can say anything, Erik says, “Happy birthday!” “Thank you, my darling.” He can't wait to give me my gift. I open an envelope. „What is that? Tickets to a soccer game for tomorrow? Dude, soccer is not my thing at all!“ I say. Erik sees my horrified look, takes me in his arms and says "These are VIP tickets". That doesn't make things any better. I'm pissed and say "What? Can we take a shower with the football players in the locker room or what?“ Erik laughs and says with a grin on his face. “Just wait for it. Trust me on that one okay?“

I'm still pissed, but after dinner where he went to such great lengths again, I just can't sulk anymore. He doesn't have it easy with me sometimes! But I love this man, his sweet smile, this perfect body, the sex and the way he loves me.

I hold my loved one in my arms, look into his shining eyes and can't keep my hands off him. As we shove our tongues into each other's mouths, our clothes fall off. We're both horny and I've gotten over my resentment. So that my pants can come down, my Puma speed cat has to come off, which we press on each other's noses. Erik snorts “Great Tom. Wait a minute”. He sprints into the hallway and gets his Puma Scuderia Ferrari Neo Cat Mid that I gave him for Christmas. They look pretty finished after a few weeks. Erik laughs and confesses to me that he fucked them real good. I would have liked to have been there. Awesome shit! The inside of the sneaker smells so nice now that it immediately sends blood rushing to my cock. I would like to fire a load in there too, but Erik has another idea.

With the sneaker on his nose, he bends down on the table and presents me with his hot ass. I kneel between his spread legs and pull his cheeks apart. I slide my tongue through his crack, which he acknowledges with a pleasant grunt. From his fully extended cock, a fat drop of precum is slowly going towards the ground on a long thread. I grab it with my finger and massage it into the little pink hole. Oops, I slipped in there too. Erik moans impatiently “Fuck me already!“ into the sneaker. I could, but first I want to make him submissive with my tongue. So I put my tongue in again. I can penetrate him without any problem and taste his ass with the precum. Cool! I'm already standing behind him and pressing my glans against his hole. No problem getting in there. Erik groans and I push. I actually want to fuck him gently, but after just a few thrusts, Erik pushes the sneaker onto my face and moans, "Take what's yours already, fuck me hard!“ Dizzy from the smelly sneaker, I slam my cock into this hot body and Erik jerks his ass towards me. After a few minutes my thrusts become even harder and faster. The juice shoots into my cock. I penetrate as deep as I can into his abdomen and fire my load in his love tunnel. Relaxed, I fall onto his back, take my darling in my arms and gently bite his neck.

I slowly slip out of him, we turn to each other and sink into a passionate kiss. Erik grins at me and points his head towards the table. Now I have to grin too. He actually shot his load too while I was fucking him and he spread his cream over half the table. He didn’t use his hands, he just came from me fucking him. So hot! Together we lick his sperm off the table and enjoy a nice slimy and salty kiss.

We lie arm in arm on the couch, feeling our bodies and our warmth. Erik gets us a bottle of wine and lights a candle. So romantic. I just love caressing this man, touching him everywhere and kissing him. This is how we like to spend the evening. Before we go to sleep, Erik gets our sneakers again. Actually, we almost always do that when we're together. Sniffing and jerking off is always possible. We lie next to each other and I watch Erik as he works his cock with my Speed-Cat on his nose. I want to watch him cum. He becomes increasingly slower when jerking off, bends his legs and places them slightly spread out on the couch. This sight of his spread legs and him sniffing my sneaker makes me super horny again. I get myself between his thighs and can enter him without any problems. I thrust slowly into him while he intensified his work on his rock-hard cock again. Just a little later I feel a tremor in his pelvis. His upper body stands half up and the sperm sprays onto his stomach. I pull my cock out of him and jerk it with a firm grip so that I shoot my juice all over Erik’s chest too. I fall down next to him, take the sperm with my fingers and feed it to Erik. I lick the rest off his six pack.

So relaxed, we can prepare our bed for the night and fall asleep cuddled up together.

At some point I wake up because the sun is shining on my face. Eric isn't there. He got up long ago and made breakfast. It smells like fresh coffee. I blink "Good morning." Erik comes to me, hugs me and whispers "Good morning, my darling, that was a nice birthday fuck yesterday don’t you think?." I only smile and nod my head. We get up and I have to go to the bathroom first. When I get to the breakfast table, I can't believe what I see. In addition to breakfast with coffee and cake, there is a huge bouquet of dark red roses in the middle of the table. I am at a loss for words. I hug my darling as hard as I can and a tear runs down my cheek. Erik kisses the tear away and breathes "I love you". Another nice kiss and we start breakfast.

Before we go to the soccer game in the afternoon we have to take a shower. Soaping is actually irrelevant, but we like to touch and caress our bodies everywhere. Erik turns off the water and hands me the anal douche that he mounted on the hose of the shower. "Huh?" "Oh, just for fun," he replies. Since we both enjoy to clean our asses that way, I don't think about it and carefully insert the thing into his bottom. Water on and I can watch as Erik rolls his eyes and extends his cock to the fullest. I hand him the stainless steel anal douche and he does the same to me. My cock also immediately gets hard. Luckily, before I nearly cum just from the warm water hitting my prostate, he turns it off. We get dressed and then head to the game.

We have seats directly behind the players. Before we can even sit down, we are personally greeted with a hug by Daniel, the team captain and best friend of Erik. Well, I hope that's not all that the VIP ticket has to offer. Daniel and Erik are whispering to each other, but I can't understand a word. You can imagine that I'm not particularly interested in the game, but all the players running around and on the field are delicious. Leon and Jan players who are also friends of Erik are there too. During the half-time break we also get a hug from both of them. The boys are already pretty sweaty and smell good. It's driving my blood to my dick and I feel greeting a boner. I spend the second half imagining that we might be able to take Leon and Jan home with us. Erik laughs, but doesn't let it slip what he has planned together with Daniel.

The game is over and the players leave the field. Daniel takes us into the small clubhouse and leads us into a kind of meeting room. “You have to wait a moment here.“ he grins. Through the half-open door we see some of the players disappear one by one. Erik is getting more and more excited when Daniel comes in and hands us some clothes. For each of us a pair of shiny green shorts, a club jersey and a pair of tube socks. "Move!" Then he disappeared again. I am stunned and say „Dude, these clothes are worn and still damp from the sweat of the players.“ We can't resist sniffing them and immediately I was hard as ever and Erik also sported a boner. He snickers at me. Erik takes off all his clothes and puts on the club clothes we were given. I could attack him straight away, but I also have to change. The used jersey makes me horny as soon as I put it on and the shorts leave a pleasant feeling on my naked cock. Fuck! I could squirt all my cum in the soccer shorts right away.

Daniel picks us up and we enter the team’s locker room. The air in the room robs me of my senses. A mix of old and fresh body and foot sweat. The team captain introduces us. Besides Daniel, Leon and Jan, there are three other guys in the locker room. Of course, these will now also be introduced to us. You don't seriously believe that I have memorized the names. I have completely different things on my mind right now and my name memory has gone for a walk somewhere.

Daniel asks us to sit on a bench in the middle of the room and explains to the others, "Tom had birthday yesterday and we want to give him a nice belated present." The boys grin and am I mistaken, or do they all already have a huge bulge in their soccer shorts? But I don't have time to think about it because Daniel has already pulled down his shorts and is holding his semi-rigid cock in front of my nose. I look at Erik in shock. He grins, nods his head and whispers “For you darling, that’s the VIP treatment!“ I turn my head back to Daniel, who pushes his wet glans into my mouth and begins to jerk himself off. I still can't believe it all, but I'm so horny that my tongue works automatically. The other guys bawl something like 'Give it to him' and 'Swallow'. It doesn't take that long until Daniel is writhing in ecstasy, moaning loudly and shooting a nice load of goo into my mouth.

The boys shout again “Swallow, swallow!” Next, a young man with an XL cock stands in front of me. Black wool grows over his fat dick. Not necessarily my thing but it doesn't matter, because there's already a fat drop of precum hanging from his glans that's threatening to fall to the ground without my attention. My tongue quickly comes out and catches it. The guy grumbles, “Well, you can’t swallow my load that easily.” “Show him what you’ve got”. Someone shouts. I tilt my head back a little, open my mouth and push my tongue out, waiting for the guy to do whatever he likes with my mouth. His fat, drooling glans lies on the tip of my tongue and he jerks his cock with quick, powerful movements. He didn't promise too much, because after a short time several fat squirts shot onto my tongue and into my mouth. The boys are shouting again.

In fact, I have to swallow twice to take in all the cream. Next thing I know, I get a hand held out to me. Oops, one of the other players must have jerked off too much and came already. At least he caught it with his hand. I greedily lick the cum from his hand and take each finger individually into my mouth to suck it off. Then it's Leon and Jan's turn and they take turns putting their pre-lubricated cocks in my mouth. Since I already know them both, I'll push back their foreskin so that I can suck out the cum that's accumulated underneath. My brain is no longer working, but my tongue is still working. First Jan and then Leon inject their warm sperm into my mouth one after the other, which of course I swallow eagerly. I'm in seventh heaven. My husband really fulfilled a big wish of mine. I look at him and he smiles. I'm excited to burst and could cum right away, but apparently there's still one person missing. A skinny twink with a not so big cock stands shyly next to me and the other guys have to cheer him on. “Come on, give him your juice.” Now he dares too, I have his cock in my mouth and let my tongue work. He can't stand it for long and once again shoots a big load into my mouth, which of course I swallow greedily.

I look around and the guys seem a little more relaxed, but one or two still have their hand on their cock. No problem, I'll take a second round if they want. I am in heaven right now!

I look at Erik, who grins, pushes his green sports pants down his knees and supports himself on a cupboard. He stuck out his hot ass for everyone in the room to see. “If any of you want to fuck, then go for it.” He can’t be serious I thought. The brat with the big cock and the bush on top grimaces, "No dude, I'm out of there" and goes to the door to leave when he push the door open someone on the other side screams. „Ouch!“ someone was waiting behind the door. A little horrified, one of the players who left earlier is pushed in by the big guy who wanted to leave. “In there! They want to fuck now.” Daniel saves the situation by hugging the guy, who stutters that he didn't want to take part in the session so that no one would notice that he was actually gay too. Daniel laughs, “Tim, we already knew that,” and hugs the shy twink. The other boys join in, "Sure we noticed that and now what's so bad about it?" Tim looks sheepishly at the floor. Leon takes the initiative, takes the boy in his arms and plants a kiss on him. "And just so you all know, I'm gay too." then he lets go of Tim while the other guys laughed and comes over to me "I finally need a cock in the ass now". I get a kiss and then Leon pushes me backwards onto the bench. Just seconds later he's crouching over me, wetting his fuck hole with a little spit and letting his sexy bubble butt slide onto my boner.

I'm really hot and don't even know if I recall everything that happens now correctly because I was in my own world right now. Daniel has positioned himself behind my husband and is fucking his ass while Tim sucks on Erik's cock. Leon rides me like there is no tomorrow and jerks his hammer of a cock right before my eyes. The boys are horny like me too. Leon just shot his load on my stomach, but I don't want to cum in his ass. I push his body away and ask him if I can fuck his feet. “Sure, you can do it, but Tim’s are much hotter.” But he's busy. The boys grin. The shy boy who has the biggest stink. Luckily I have help from Leon and the other boys so that the skinny teen lies down on the bench and I can stick my nose into his tubes. How cool and smelly are those socks of him!

I take one off and rub my cock on the sole of his foot, his other socked foot I have in my face. This is so freaking hot that I just have to rub my cock on his soft sole and also squirt my juice out. I cum all over the guys sock clad foot with a loud moan. I just notice in passing that the guys next to me are encouraging me to suck the slime off the socked foot, which of course I'm happy to do. Somewhat relieved, I slide back onto the bench and don't have to wait long for Leon to sit on me again.

Daniel has now pulled his cock out of my boyfriend. Leon has absorbed my cock again and now Erik stands over me with his bubble butt. The cream from Daniel is already running down his thighs. I can't resist licking it up.

I carefully push my tongue into his little asshole and a nice load of Daniel’s sperm runs into my mouth. Just as I'm about to lick him clean, I see the next cock hitting the crack of his ass and driving in. Dude so hot! I get ridden and my boyfriend gets fucked hard. A fat player’s cock slides in and out of him. I try to lick the big balls, which I only partially succeed at. At the moment everything is going haywire here.

I only notice that Erik is sinking his cock into Leon's mouth, who is currently riding me hard. Leon doesn't want to, but Erik doesn't care at all at the moment and groans "Do it now, you'll have to get used to it". Leon is lucky that Tim takes over and sucks off my hot and horny boyfriend. However, he also swallows all the cream. "Hey, dude, that's mine!" I shout. „Sorry, you get mine for that.“ I have to slide forward a little so that Tim can put his cock in my mouth, which he is already jerking hard. I let my tongue play with his glans and just a little later he shoots his sperm into my mouth. The boy who has just impaled Erik mercilessly also seems to be on the verge of cumming. He bucks deep into him and stays there. Panting, he pumps his juice into my boyfriend. I push his head between both of their legs again and then as the boy pulls out, the warm cum runs onto my face. This too much for me. I unload into Leon, who also squirts again on my stomach. Erik licks me clean and we share a nice sperm kiss.

The boys disappeared into the shower one after the other. Only Daniel, Erik and Jan are still here. Jan presents me with his cock with a grin. Of course, I put it in my mouth and suck on its slippery glans until he shoots into my mouth. Then he disappears into the shower too. I'm going to get a big kiss from Erik. "Happy belated Birthday babe." But he fulfilled a big wish of mine. Laughing, Daniel adds, “VIP tickets, remember?“ then he disappears too. I have to come to myself first this was unreal.

Daniel is back and says we have to give the clothes back. Before we change into our clothes again, we also take a quick shower. The guys are waiting in the team shower, with their cocks in their hands and grinning. Daniel instructs us to sit on the floor. The boys surround us and one after the other is starting to piss on us. We are thoroughly showered on all sides, the water mixes with the piss and has a yellowish colour when it hits us. I closed my eyes and felt a solid beam in the middle of my face. The boys are all grinning and aiming at our heads now. I think it's Leon sticking his glans into my open mouth. I wipe the piss from my eyes and see Leon, who has just pulled his cock out of my mouth and is now stuffing his tongue down my throat. Well, wait, you horny bitch. I grab his head, push him down and my cock into his mouth and let it go. He can't find the right spot that quickly, chokes and the piss runs out of the corner of his mouth. The boys grin. Erik is now sitting next to me and grins at me.

And now my idea from yesterday has come true. We can take the shower with the guys. It’s really a dream to shower with so many naked guys. I look around and the sight of the naked, young and trained bodies brings the blood to my cock again. The boys grin at me, only Tim turns around bashfully because he also has a boner. The warm water washes around our bodies, I hug my darling Erik tightly and kiss him. This was the best birthday present ever!

Before we get dressed again, Daniel comes to us again and places a half-full black garbage bag next to Erik. “But I have to have it again tomorrow.” Erik grins, “Sure.” We change and then head home.

I'm curious "What's in the bag?" Erik just grins "Wait and see, VIP ticket, remember?“ Well, I already had my present and I'm happy so I don’t know what this could be. We walk home arm in arm.

After dinner we make ourselves comfortable on the couch. Erik is somehow a little nervous. I could do it again, take my darling in my arms and ask if I should get us the sneakers. „Do you want me to get our sneakers for another sniffing session?“ I ask him. Erik grins and shakes his head. He puts a bottle of champagne on the table and light the candles. Erik smiles at me and we toast my well-being and our future. Such a nice feeling to spend this perfect day and a cozy evening with my amazing partner.

Erik takes me in his arms, kisses me and whispers "Can I get myself something as a present for me as well?" Well, as if he didn't have enough fun with my VIP tickets. Erik comes back to our fantasies. Mine was to blow a handful of hot cocks....Wait! I have an idea what's in the bag. I look into my husband's eyes. He grins and nods. Not really! Crazy, the thought alone makes the blood rush to my cock. Erik isn't doing any better. Within seconds we ripped each other's clothes off. He gets another kiss and I whisper, "Lie down!" Then I'll get the bag. Erik looks at me expectantly and precum is dripping from his steel-hard cock. I open the bag and pour the contents over his body. Smelly, damp and no longer completely white tube and soccer socks fall out of the bag. The whole living room smells like the locker room in the clubhouse. I'm so horny and I fall on top of my boyfriend, who is lying under the smelly socks. I push aside the ones that fell in his face and plant a big kiss on him. “Honey, we’ll sleep in this tonight.” I don't think we'll get to sleep, but it's his fantasy, so he should have it that way.

I dig through the pile and find a sock whose sole is of a wonderful gray color. It's amazing how it smells. I put it on my hand, stroke Erik's face with it and press it on his nose. Erik moans, thrusts his steel-hard cock into my stomach and whispers "More!" Now we both rummage around, look for the smelliest ones and put them on our hands. We look into each other's eyes deeply. We stroke each other's stinkers all over our bodies, through our faces and of course on our cocks. I can't take it anymore, I grab Erik's socked hand and put it on my boner. He just has to let my cock slip through the sock a few times for me to cum. I also don't have to work on his dick for long to get it to fire it’s load. We continue to stroke each other with our stinky slimy socks and I wipe Erik's face with a nice chunk of slime. He grins, licks his lips and looks for a big splash, which he then spreads on my face.

I have to drink something. We both grab our glasses, clink glasses again and sip the champagne. I hold my empty glass in front of my cock and look at Erik with a grin. He shakes his head, takes me in his arms and whispers, “Just the socks this evening, please.” „Yes my darling, enjoy your dream.“ So we drink the champagne, hug each other and kiss our smelly faces.

The bottle of champagne is empty, the candle has burned down and we are tired. We prepare our bed for the night and distribute the socks there. We cuddle between smelly socks which are spread out everywhere on our bed. We hold each other in our arms, kiss again and as I fall asleep I whisper "Thank you, my darling. I love you". "I love you too babe!".

I wake up in the middle of the night because a damp sock is right in my face and the smell has already driven the blood to my cock. With my hand I press the stinky sock even harder on my nose so that all I can breathe is the damp smell. I'm looking for a second sock for my cock and I bump into Erik, who wakes up. But I didn't notice that and just as I'm about to put the sock on my cock, he asks me "Tom, what are you doing?" All I can do is moan "Jerk off!" Erik grins and puts his head on my stomach so that he has my socked cock right in his face. That's too much for me and I shoot my load of cum in the sock. Erik rubs the wet thing through his face, takes the smelly sock from my nose and then presses his wet lips against mine.

I open my lips and our tongues begin a wild game. Erik is hot and shoves his tongue hard and deep down my throat. I feel his pulsating, fully extended hard cock on my stomach. With a gentle swing I push him off me onto his side, pull the wet sock off my cock and press it into his face. Then I wrap my lips around his fat dripping pipe. Erik groans. I push his hard-on into my mouth as best I can and let my tongue play with his glans, which is already oozing juice again. Erik bucks into my mouth and presses the sperm-filled tube sock firmly into my face. He lets out a muffled moan and I notice the tremor in his pelvis and the trembling in his body. Just a few thrusts later, warm cum shoots into my mouth. I take the wet sock from his face and share the hot slime with him in an intense kiss. We fall asleep tightly hugged.

We are both in heaven!

PS: Of course we put the socks in the washing machine the next morning and then brought them back to the soccer club clean again.

#malefeet #cute guy #cute gay #guys in socks #dirty socks #gay socks #dirty sox #white socks #cute twink #fiction #story

[justrambles]

(Beauty and the beast steddie)

No.7 — Time

Mike is interested in Eddie's guitar. Eddie catches him sneaking glances at his Sweetheart, and decides to ask.

"You play?" he asks, gesturing towards the guitar.

"Do you?" Mike reflexively talks back, but realizes it's a pointless question and just shakes his head.

"I don't know how to play. I never learned. I wanted to, though."

The kid seems a bit sad and Eddie hates seeing him like that, so he decides there's no harm in offering.

"I could teach you if you want?"

And obviously it's a wrong move, because suddenly Mike tenses up and spits out,

"Yeah, as if I could pick strings with these hooves. It's not gonna work. Nothing ever works here. Thanks, Eddie, but no thanks."

"Whoa man- Mike, calm down. You can still learn, you know. There's no 'one' way to learn playing. I could show you the chords first and then you'll be able to practice it yourself later."

"Yeah, except there's not going to be a later."

Mike's still pissed, but he's gotten calmer. He now just seems a little annoyed at himself as he grumbles. It's a crisis averted and Eddie is relieved, as he secretly tries to come up with other ways to get Mike into playing guitar. It's just a hunch, but he thinks learning to play's gonna be good for Mike.

But then, (because he's got the worst timing ever) Dustin bursts in and shouts,

"Eddie! I need your help, quick!"

***

It's really remarkable, Eddie has to admit.

He stands before a wall in the boys' room, filled with jagged tally marks. Dustin looks proud of the abstract artwork, Mike's gotten tense again, and Lucas just seems tired of it all.

"Well, Dustin, it looks great. Didn't know you had a thing for art." Eddie has no idea what it means.

"What? No, this is not just some art, dude. This is my calendar. You know, I've been counting the days since we got cursed—"

"You mean Max has been counting," Lucas chips in and Dustin rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Lucas, Max has been marking since she has the most fitting claw for the task. But it's my idea, so I've been counting."

Ah, Max. Eddie knows who Max is now. Turns out the panther he met wasn't Steve. Turns out she wasn't even a panther, after all. He's embarrassed himself in front of the puma thinking that she was Steve, and he'd really like to not think about it now. So he asks,

"And about the calendar...?"

This stops Dustin from bantering with Lucas, and he turns to Eddie to give an explanation.

"Yeah, so, I've been counting the days with Max's help. And although I probably missed some dates on the days when we pissed Max off and she didn't want to help and I had to count in my head, I'm pretty sure I've got it close enough, so I wanted to crosscheck."

Eddie is now fully amused. Dustin put a lot of effort into this, he can tell. So he nods, indicating him to go on.

"So... is this May 17th, 1985?"

And wow, he's really close considering everything, so Eddie tries to answer but is cut off by Mike's voice.

"What does it even matter?"

"Huh?" comes Dustin's confused voice.

"What's the point of counting? It does nothing."

Now Dustin seems a bit tense too, and Eddie hopes this doesn't end bad. It seems unlikely.

"Well, Mike-, we need to know when we are in the time. We need to be prepared for when we get back—"

"Yeah, you keep saying 'when we get back' but we won't! That's the thing! We're not getting back, there's no 'later', we're stuck here, stuck in this body because of the stupid curse, while everything goes on without us!"

With that Mike stomps out, and Eddie can't do anything but stare into the now empty spot. Dustin doesn't look so well either, he mutters out a little "fuck," and walks out, too. Eddie hears Lucas sigh.

"So when is it?" Lucas asks a bit after, "Is it May-whatever-Dustin-said?"

"Uh, close enough. June 23rd, 1986. Should-, should we go after them?"

"No, they'll get over it. Usually they're not the ones fighting — it's either Max and Mike or Steve and Robin — but I guess Dustin has too much hope."

And the way he says it makes it feel like Lucas doesn't have much hope either. Eddie wonders what happened all those years before.

"Does he?"

Lucas glances up at his question.

"Do you think Dustin has too much hope, too?"

"Well, we've been like this for almost three decades and the curse is still not close to breaking, is it?"

The curse.

"Why do you think that you can't break the curse? What is it exactly?"

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #beauty and the beast au #intense kids #i think mike would be bit defensive (like the beginning of s4?) bc a lot happened #dustin would be trying to hold on to things he can control #lucas would have been tense too but he's trying to stay calm for his friends and little sister #eddie is just worried

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Peach! I have a couple of questions around brands and BTS.

BTS has stood as the underdog and has stood for things that are important, that most stars don’t really speak about. Why then were they not more conscious about partnering with certain brands? For eg PUMA, The LV group? These brands actively support Israel and its actions on Palestinians.

Secondly, is the group not supposed to promote brands together? I’ve seen that JK and Taehyung are not in the Samsung campaigns and both own/use iPhones. If they can support different brands, does that not speak of individual activity contracts that they have with Hybe?

***

I’ve talked about this before but it’s possible you’re a newer follower so I’ll repeat it: I’m generally wary of ascribing the role of activists or crusaders for political or social causes to musicians who are neither. This is a view I have of musicians across the board and I’ve said so for Western and Korean artists. I know it’s an unpopular opinion in a world where people increasingly express their political views/affiliations through the brands they patronize, a world that’s become more tribal, but I think the reason this is happening more is due to a misdirection of responsibility borne out of political stagnation/dysfunction. When people feel unable to hold their actual political representatives responsible, they apply pressure where they can and that extends to expecting musicians they spend money on to become more politically aligned with their views and involved.

BTS have expressed personal stances on various topics and also acted as representatives for their country on other issues, but these are actions they’ve fulfilled in a contractual capacity. You’re free to view them as flagbearers for various causes, just don’t be surprised if they don’t live up to your ideal of those causes.

With that out of the way, I don’t know why BigHit isn’t more conscious/careful about the brand deals they get for BTS. On one hand it’s worth pointing out that BTS’s contracts with LV precede this latest escalation of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, are kinda standard across the board (other outspoken artists and idols are linked to LVMH and most groups are involved with them), and all members are literally enlisted. Perhaps the contracts are difficult to break and the members being enlisted complicates the issue. But on the other hand, if they really wanted to break those contracts I’m sure they could. It’s not really an excuse lol. So it’s possible that neither BTS nor BigHit actually cares if a subsidiary they are partnered with is owned by a parent company that supports Israel. Perhaps it’s not even something the company recognizes is a problem or priority. The Israeli-Palestinian conflict is one of the biggest geopolitical crisis in modern times, but the reality is that for most people it has no direct impact and so it’s virtually invisible. Much of the world is still going on business as usual and this is the case especially in Korea.

But like I said, it’s not really an excuse and it’s perfectly fine if this is a hard limit for you that impacts the support you give to BTS.

And yeah, given the members have different brand deals it’s fair to assume it’s linked to their individual contracts. BTS promote brands as a group and as individuals. But in both cases, HYBE’s contract with BTS is exclusive, meaning HYBE runs both the individual and group contracts for BTS members. Hope that answered your question.

#bts #bts chapter 2 #Hybe #BigHit

[russilton]

Hi Mark! Absolutely fine if you don't wanna answer because I know you're a big fan - so am I, technically - but you're the first person I felt like going to with this. Again, no need to turn this into discourse, though, if you're not comfortable with the topic. It's about this anon information about Carmen and brands she promotes:

https://www.tumblr.com/wejustvibing/735261797962203136/i-think-tommy-attempting-to-do-something-with

And I was wondering if you know which ones are meant/if you think she is (should) be aware of that? Again, only if you want to comment. This stuff is important to me, so I'll guess I'll look into it too, but I like your straightforward opinions. I don't know how articulate better. Don't feel pressured to answer, however!

Hi anon, first of all I just want to say I’m genuinely thankful as to how you phrased this ask, it’s incredibly polite and i really appreciate that. Sometimes I get asks that feel a bit like a demand and those end up being the ones I avoid. You’ve been super respectful here and that means a lot. I’m not looking to start a discourse here either and I wont engage with it, but I figured I’d answer to say what I thought and leave it at that. Everyone is entitled to draw their own lines on this kind of thing, and they may be different to mine.

I think I have to split this answer into a couple small clusters and add a starting disclaimer

I don’t say this to defend her or whatever, but the original anon in that post is already coming in with a set feeling, and their language reflects that. Carmen isn’t a full time influencer, she very much has a job of her own and literally just finished a charity ride from London to Paris with them. Say what you want about the nature of her job in finance, or her position in the paddock, (plus jobs should not be used as a reflection of worth and respect), but she has one. I’m guessing the anon may not mean that and might be referencing past posts, but I don’t follow op so I don’t know.

Additionally, the op of that post, as far as I’m aware, is no longer a George fan, if they ever considered themselves one. So if you’re taking info from their posts and anons about George, it’s unlikely to be framed in the best light. Op is very much allowed to do that, you wouldn’t come to me for unbiased info on Max Verstappen and Kelly piquet would you? Of course not, I’m set in my feelings and I’m not gonna answer asks praising him, but I might share stuff pointing out crummy things he does because it reinforces my feelings. That’s just how tumblr works, I’m not saying it as any kind of insult or accusation, it is LITERALLY how we all blog post.

What I’m trying to say is while there and elements of truth in that post it’s… the way it’s conveyed is a bit twisted by the anon, and even op is pointing that out. If she has pull, they’ll keep sponsoring her.

Yes, Carmen does a lot of sponsor work… as does George, every time he steps into the paddock. As does LEWIS when he chooses what he dresses in. We often write off drivers sponsor work because we see it as a side obligation of their jobs, like how just today we had new Petronas photos of George and Lewis at their campuses/worksites. Much as we all, really want to ignore it bc it’s not fun to think about, Petronas is an oil and natural gas company, that wants you to think it’s green so bad. Every single person in the paddock has moments they choose money over ethics, even if it’s for a greater good eventually, it is what they do.

I don’t know specifically which brands the original anon is referencing when they mention homophobia and autism eugenics, but the note about Israel is probably linked to DIOR. While I firmly believe in following the BDS boycott, we just aren’t going to see these people do that. And comparably it’s a non starter when Lewis and George are walking around in puma Brand race suits and sport clothing, and Lewis wears Dior himself. What I’m saying is while I think they shouldn’t be wearing it, they’re on a level ground. I tried to do a little research on the recent stuff she’s been promoting, and came up without much result, BUT I’m so painfully not aware of the fashion scene. As my friends are deeply aware, and laugh at me for.

Could she stop wearing these things? Absolutely, and she should. She should also educate herself on these topics. But what I think should happen, and what I expect are two different things in the world of sport and influence. She’s not a driver, but she is almost certainly looking to expand into some level of fashion and model work alongside her job, because it’s something she enjoys. In the same way Lewis worked hard to build his brand and reputation with fashion houses who fight to clothe him now, she’s making connections for herself while working remotely as she travels with George. What she’s doing is no different than what the drivers do for themselves, the change is that we are not privy watch her do her job (can you imagine if there was an entertainment market for watching accountants lmao)

I think sometimes there’s a tendency in fandom to needle the partner people of the paddock for things we shake off their partners doing without blinking. It’s fine for Lewis and George to wear puma it’s their sponsor they probably aren’t thinking about that - but if George’s partner wears a famous brand like Dior, she should know better. Lewis and george promoted ftx, a now notoriously bankrupt crypto investment scene, and we just all went “well that sucks but they’re in a bubble of a different world, so we’ll ignore it”. While, it’s unlikely that Carmen is actively choosing to ignore these problems, she exists in that bubble with George, where they’re comfortable to only toe into charity and betterment when they feel like It isn’t interrupting their day. Lewis said it himself recently, he’s on the road so much he ends up unable to catch up with it all, if even someone as equality conscious as Lewis struggles to stay up to date, someone who isn’t minded like that probably doesn’t even notice (again, im not saying thats a good thing, it isnt, but it is the reality of it)

I’m also not surprised Tommy is clothing her, nor should any of us be. If Lewis had a committed partner who visited the track, Tommy would likely be reaching out to her too- Carmen gives them a chance to showcase their feminine clothing lines that they wouldn’t otherwise be able to do in the way they use Lewis and George. As much as we all want George and Lewis to rock up in a dress and blouse, it ain’t happening. By paying Carmen to show up in their clothes alongside George, they get to show another half of the market what they might be interested in, if they aren’t going to buy the masc clothes George and Lewis wear. If they could get Susie Wolff to do it too they probably would, the difference is that Carmen is only there for George, Susie has an independent job to do and showing up in sponsored clothing would undercut that message. Tommy aren’t favouring George by clothing Carmen, they’re just trying to buy more influence. YOU are allowed to not be comfortable with that, but there’s not an ulterior motive to it either.

I spose the summary of this post is that accepting the reality of something doesn’t mean you’re okay with it, it just means you don’t lose energy over a likely outcome. In essence this what I do with Carmen. I treat her much like the drivers, held accountable but with a certain realism to it, and I don’t judge her more harshly than them, cause thats a brand of sexism I see a lot online- the drivers are babies just trying to go vroom but their partners should know better- grow the hell up.

I don’t like when Lewis and George represent crypto, or AI, or oil based companies- but in a sport like F1 they are going to do that. A lot. And instead of letting those instances demoralise me, I ignore them and try to refuse to give them the marketing they are paying for, while instead promoting and encouraging when they support the things I do. In an advertising marketplace you are the product, by speaking up and creating positive attention around something you want them to keep doing, it becomes profitable for them to do so. Is that fucked and capitalist as hell? Fuck yeah! It sucks! But its not going ANYWHERE any time soon, and if you use it to your advantage you can do good- I grew up watching as brands lurched away from any mention of gay people- to pride icons and pink washing. Change happens in strange ways. I hate pink washing but FUCK am I glad that it’s profitable to be sold to. I’d rather be sold to than silenced and othered.

Well that was a bit of a heavy one wasn’t it, welcome back to the cash is king sport.

#asks #anonymous #wank/rants

[thatndginger]

Do any of your characters have pets? If so, please tell me about them! If not, do they wish they had one?

Hello and thank you for the question! None of the Shapeshifter crew have pets (unless you count plants, then Jay has like 30), because domestic animals tend to react poorly to shifters. So I’ll switch this question up a little and tell you about some of their animal forms instead! Those count as pets, right?

Jay de Lange - gray wolf. Rather small in stature, and overall just looks ~dainty~. Very light gray fur that fades to white on her undersides and legs, with darker gray markings on the top of her head and nose. Gray eyes. Has unusually large canine teeth (top and bottom).

Kerr McKay - rottweiler dog. Tall and dense and overall rather intimidating - floppy ears and an un-docked tail can only do so much to temper that. Tan points are rather dark, more of a chocolate brown than a tan. Dark brown eyes. Answers to ‘Bear’ when in animal form.

Warrick Salehrad - puma. Pretty much just a regular mountain lion - thick red fur with a white underbelly, black tailtip, and black muzzle markings. Notably retains his earrings in animal form; two rings in his left ear, one in his right. Dark, almost black eyes.

Carlisle Morrish - scottish deerhound. Tall and lanky, with wild, wiry black fur. Gold-yellow eyes. Left ear is missing the top third of it, the remaining bit of ear is ragged at the edges.

Kanda Salae - ruddy mongoose. Long and lithe with copper-gray fur. Adorable black paws and tail tip. Brown eyes.

Luka Kovac - barn owl. Feathers are more dark grey than tan, with a very distinct strip of dark feathers down the center of his white face. Blue eyes.

#storyteller saturdays #wip: shapeshifter

[agentmika]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged/liked something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers.💙

okay so. hi! I have yet to see la reina del sur but would like to say I love every bit of it I've learned secondhand while following you so thanks!

Now. I was thinking this was at least a month old, but you see, I was having issues with the tumblr ask function when I first tried to answer this, so I drafted it in a google doc (b/c I'm DEDICATED) and then was going to copy it over later.

that is dated 10/29. and in my draft answer, I say "took me nearly 2 weeks to answer this"

...anyway! OOPS but thank you for sending it, this is very cute :) 

My cats, Puma & Petka <3 (I'll edit on mobile and add pictures)

2. Reading & Being in Bookstores. Literally a bookstore is just...it puts me at ease, truly.

3. Sending & Receiving postcards and letters <3

4. Traveling - like going to new places and exploring, but also just that act of being in transit as well. I put a lot on myself and sometimes that moment on a train with no service or up in an airplane staring out the window are some of moments I’m most at peace because there’s only so much I can do.

5. Running - I joined the track team in middle school and it’s been history ever since. I especially love hurdles as that was my main event, but casual hurdles is a difficult hobby to maintain so a transition to distance running has been a nice way to stay in shape and also give my brain a break

#tbh perhaps that will be something for the new years watchlist. a way to practice my spanish again! #regarding lrds i mean #honestly bonus happy thing rn: i actually really like my coworkers rn??? we had a cookie bake off in the office today :))) #that chick answers asks #i'll send my own 10 out later!

[brotherdusk]

I saw some people asking for a simplified version of mr bilder’s speech today so I made a quick stab at it! I hope it helps someone :)

"Now, sir, you can go on and ask me what you want. You'll excuse me refusing to talk of professional subjects before meals. I give the wolves and the jackals and the hyenas in all our section their tea before I begin to ask them questions."

"How do you mean, ask them questions?" I queried, wishful to get him into a talkative humour.

"Hitting them over the head with a pole is one way; scratching their ears is another, when rich gentlemen want a bit of a show for the ladies. I don't so much mind the first—the hitting with a pole before I throw in their dinner; but I wait until they've had their sherry and coffee, so to speak, before I try with the ear-scratching. Mind you," he added philosophically, "there's much of the same nature in us as in the animals. You came and asked me questions about my business, and I was so grumpy that if you hadn't given me a half-sovereign I'd have damned you before answering you. Not even when you asked me sarcastically if I'd prefer for the Superintendent to ask me the questions. Without offence, did I tell you to go to hell?"

"You did."

"And when you said you'd report me for using of obscene language, that was hitting me over the head; but the half-sovereign made that all right. I wasn't going to fight, so I waited for the food, and I howled as the wolves, and lions, and tigers do. But, Lord love your heart, now that the old human has stuck a chunk of her tea-cake in me, and rinsed me out with her old teapot, and I've lit my pipe, you may scratch my ears for all you're worth, and won't get even a growl out of me. Drive along with your questions. I know what you're coming at - that escaped wolf."

"Exactly. I want you to give me your view of it. Just tell me how it happened; and when I know the facts I'll get you to say what you consider was the cause of it, and how you think the whole affair will end."

"All right, sir. This is about the whole story. That wolf that we called Berserker was one of three grey ones that came from Norway to Jamrach's, which we bought off him four years ago. He was a nice well-behaved wolf, that never gave any trouble to speak of. I'm more surprised at him wanting to get out than any other animal in the place. But, there, you can't trust wolves any more than women."

"Don't you mind him, sir!" broke in Mrs. Tom, with a cheery laugh. "He's been minding the animals so long that bless him if he ain't like a old wolf himself! But there ain't no harm in him."

"Well, sir, it was about two hours after feeding yesterday when I first heard my disturbance. I was making up a litter in the monkey-house for a young puma which is ill; but when I heard the yelping and howling I went there straight away. There was Berserker tearing like a mad thing at the bars as if he wanted to get out. There weren't many people about that day, and close at hand was only one man, a tall, thin chap, with a hook nose and a pointed beard, with a few white hairs running through it. He had a hard, cold look and red eyes, and I took a sort of dislike to him, for it seemed as if it was him that they were irritated at. He had white kid gloves on his hands, and he pointed out the animals to me and said: 'Keeper, these wolves seem upset at something.'

"'Maybe it's you,' I said, for I did not like the airs he give himself. He didn't get angry, as I hoped he would, but he smiled a kind of insolent smile, with a mouth full of white, sharp teeth. 'Oh no, they wouldn't like me,' he said.

"'Oh yes, they would,' I said, imitating him. 'They always like a bone or two to clean their teeth on about tea-time, of which you have a bagful.'

"Well, it was a odd thing, but when the animals saw us talking they lay down, and when I went over to Berserker he let me stroke his ears same as ever. The man came over, and blessed but if he didn't put in his hand and stroke the old wolf's ears too!

"'Take care,' I said. 'Berserker is quick.'

"'Never mind,' he said. 'I'm used to them!'

"'Are you in the business yourself?' I said, taking off my hat, for a man that trades in wolves, etc, is a good friend to keepers.

"'No,' he said, 'not exactly in the business, but I have made pets of several.' And with that he lifted his hat as polite as a lord, and walked away. Old Berserker kept looking after him until he was out of sight, and then went and lay down in a corner and wouldn't come out the whole evening. Well, last night, as soon as the moon was up, the wolves here all began howling. There wasn't anything for them to howl at. There was no one near, except some one that was evidently calling a dog somewhere out back of the gardens in the Park road. Once or twice I went out to see that all was right, and it was, and then the howling stopped. Just before twelve o'clock I just took a look round before turning in, and, bust me, but when I came opposite to old Berserker's cage I saw the rails broken and twisted about and the cage empty. And that's all I know for certain."

"Did any one else see anything?"

"One of our gardeners was coming home about that time from a harmony, when he saw a big grey dog coming out through the garden hedges. At least, so he says, but I don't give much for it myself, for if he did he never said a word about it to his missus when he got home, and it was only after the escape of the wolf was made known, and we had been up all night hunting the Park for Berserker, that he remembered seeing anything. My own belief was that the harmony had gotten into his head."

"Now, Mr. Bilder, can you account in any way for the escape of the wolf?"

"Well, sir," he said, with a suspicious sort of modesty, "I think I can; but I don't know if you'd be satisfied with the theory."

"Certainly I shall. If a man like you, who knows the animals from experience, can't hazard a good guess at any rate, who is even to try?"

"Well then, sir, I account for it this way; it seems to me that wolf escaped—simply because he wanted to get out."

From the hearty way that both Thomas and his wife laughed at the joke I could see that it had done service before, and that the whole explanation was simply an elaborate sell. I couldn't cope in badinage with the worthy Thomas, but I thought I knew a surer way to his heart, so I said:—

"Now, Mr. Bilder, we'll consider that first half-sovereign worked off, and this brother of his is waiting to be claimed when you've told me what you think will happen."

"Right you are, sir," he said briskly. "You'll excuse me, I know, for teasing you, but the old woman here winked at me, which was as much as telling me to go on."

"Well, I never!" said the old lady.

"My opinion is this: that wolf is hiding, somewhere. The gardener that didn't remember said he was galloping northward faster than a horse could go; but I don't believe him, for, you see, sir, wolves don't gallop any more than dogs do, their not being built that way. Wolves are fine things in a storybook, and I daresay when they get in packs and go chasing something that's more afraid than they are, they can make a devil of a noise and chop it up, whatever it is. But, Lord bless you, in real life a wolf is only a low creature, not half so clever or bold as a good dog; and not half a quarter so much fight in him. This one isn't used to fighting or even to providing for himself, and more likely he's somewhere round the Park hiding and shivering, and, if he thinks at all, wondering where he's going to get his breakfast from; or maybe he's got down some area and is in a coal-cellar. My eye, won't some cook get a shock when she sees his green eyes shining at her out of the dark! If he can't get food he's bound to look for it, and perhaps he may chance to light on a butcher's shop in time. If he doesn't, and some nursemaid goes walking off with a soldier, leaving the infant in the pram—well, then I shouldn't be surprised if the census is one baby the less. That's all."

I was handing him the half-sovereign, when something came bobbing up against the window, and Mr. Bilder's face doubled its natural length with surprise.

"God bless me!" he said. "If it isn't old Berserker come back by himself!"

He went to the door and opened it; a most unnecessary proceeding it seemed to me. I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us; a personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.

After all, however, there is nothing like custom, for neither Bilder nor his wife thought any more of the wolf than I should of a dog. The animal itself was as peaceful and well-behaved as that father of all picture-wolves—Red Riding Hood's quondam friend, whilst moving her confidence in masquerade.

The whole scene was an unutterable mixture of comedy and pathos. The wicked wolf that for half a day had paralysed London and set all the children in the town shivering in their shoes, was there in a sort of penitent mood, and was received and petted like a sort of vulpine prodigal son. Old Bilder examined him all over with most tender solicitude, and when he had finished with his penitent said:—

"There, I knew the poor old chap would get into some kind of trouble; didn't I say it all along? Here's his head all cut and full of broken glass. He's been getting over some damned wall or other. It's a shame that people are allowed to top their walls with broken bottles. This here is what comes of it. Come along, Berserker."

#100% open to corrections btw!! I'm working entirely off my previous experience reading 19th century novels and a couple of google searches #dracula daily #thomas bilder #txt

[lokilickedme]

Would you mind ranking your characters on how much you would or wouldn’t trust them to put a holiday dinner together?

Thank you for this @meri47  <3

I suppose, if I was ranking them all, I would start at the top with the most reliable dinner organizer and finish with the absolute dead last person I would ever want setting a plate in front of me, and that list looks something like this:

1.  Chem!Tom.  This one’s a no-brainer, the boy is a natural born nurturer and he runs a freaking pub.  He feeds the homeless.  He made sandwiches for Anja every day at lunchtime for what, two years after Sam died?  Homeboy knows the way to just about anyone’s heart is through their gastrointestinal tract and he’s got the skills to be beloved by everyone who’s ever set foot in his establishment.  He can cook, he can mix a drink, and he’s all about presentation with that cute ass and seductive wink.  Definitely #1.

2.  Rachel and Lani, aka the Puma Club girls.  These ladies are in their early 50′s, have raised kids and kept husbands alive for decades, they’ve got something like 40 holidays under their belts.  Old gals will pop a bottle and hit the kitchen and come out shitfaced drunk with a four course meal on the table two hours later, just go watch your damn football, they’ll yell when it’s ready.

3.  Molly McClary.  Sis has got the skilz with a pie and can bake circles around Martha Stewart without going to jail for tax evasion even once.  We’re talking about the woman who put 20 lbs on the King of Claighe in their first ten years of marriage and fights tooth and nail for first prize at the Womens Institute Village Faire every Spring, you don’t go up against the Queen when dessert bragging rights are on the line.  Plus she’s mastered the tenuous art of feeding King’s heathen cousins.  She’s got this.

4.  Kevin and Ted.  Weemeetwa’s Merry Thankschristmas festival is a success every year thanks solely to these two - Kevin can shove a beer can up a turkey’s ass like nobody’s business and Ted’s Blueberry Fairies are Minnesota’s answer to psychadelic tiramisu (don’t ask, he’ll never tell...and no that wasn’t Wilson you saw sneaking down the alley behind the bakery.  But it probably was).  This is the day the Chief turns a blind eye to literally everything because goddamn the fixins are good so who cares what’s on the ingredients list?

5.  Pete.  Hear me out now - the big guy may swing a mean hammer and run his construction biz loose and questionably legal, but those aren’t his only talents.  Turns out he’s a grillmaster extraordinaire and starts smoking turkeys in the backyard coal pit days ahead, so by the time the 24th rolls around he’s got a massive spread for his entire found family and all of Jake’s sisters.  A feast fit for Valhalla indeed.

6.  Bragneire of Tarses, also known as Bragneire The Previously Undefeated But Now Solidly Stripped Of That Title Due To Having His Ass Beat (Metaphorically Speaking) By Loki And That Goddamn Ugly Redheaded Wife Of His.  Dude’s a king, he’s got some damn fine cooks and bakers at his disposal.  He’ll tell you some good stories (all lies and exaggerations) while the castle staff lays out the feast.

7.  Loki.  Not Jack Montague’s Loki - this slot belongs to Lyra’s husband, TheKingsHeart!Loki, and it’s basically for the same reason as Bragneire above.  He’s a king, he employs only the best, and he’s got all those daughters who like doing potions and herbs and questionable magic.  Who says that stuff’s not handy in the kitchen?

8.  Jack Montague.  Why?  Because she’s got two moms, one of whom isn’t very far removed from human - they’re gonna be calling every takeout restaurant in Michigan to Uber their best across town and it’s also likely Eve has contacted her favorite cafe owners in Tangiers to FedEx something special.  It’ll be a spread like nothing you’ve ever seen.  And you and Loki will be the only ones eating, so chow down baby, it’s all for you.

9.  Cara and Aleks.  They’ve been settled into domestic bliss for a few years now, and Aleks still has a little bit of his summoning magic - should be easy enough to snatch a couple bottles of wine from France without having to leave the house.  Bonus: Cara is Chem!Tom’s daughter so it’ll be a combined feast.  Can’t lose.

10.  Anna from Body Double.  Something just tells me this girl can cook, and every year she and Tom raise a toast to Ian, who is still exiled to Ireland, and another to DelToro, who sends ‘round a giant cake every year in the shape of a gothic four-poster bed.

11.  Carly Lane.  Not a bad cook, but you gotta listen to Duncan’s stoned stream of consciousness monologue through the entirety of dinner.

12.  Tommy and Chloe.  They try, bless them.  Amy is still on tentative terms with them during the holidays, but she brings the stuffing and a pecan pie anyway.  It was a tough sell getting her to relinquish turkey duties to Tommy, but *redacted for spoilers* so now she bites her tongue and behaves herself.

13.  The Strada.  But not Baltho.  Keene can be trusted to somehow acquire the necessary components of a good meal, but don’t send Baltho to get anything.  I mean it.  Leave him out of it.  This is your only warning.

14.  Candy.  She may be the seasonal cook at the Rancho de La Luna, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t lie her ass off to get the job.  It also doesn’t mean she won’t cut open a sleeve of hot dogs and slap a loaf of Mrs Bairds on the table and call it dinner.

15.  Greta.  Her place is behind the wheel, not at the stove.

16.  The Concierge.  I mean, really?  The Rockstar’s ditty about the biscuits wasn’t just an accurate dinnertime dirge, it was probably God’s Literal Truth leaking in through the cracks in the universe.  And FYI, the Traveler nearly died of starvation before the world ended.

17.  Sevensix.  Loki’s buddy can barely even fit in a standard kitchen, don’t ask him to operate kitchen appliances - though I’m sure he could program one of his ButlerBots to do the work.

18.  Clarissa Carmichael.  Do you want Thanksgiving dinner or the apocalypse?

#this was fun #meri47

[caranoirs]

was tagged by @bastardpacs to answer some questions about my favourite Comfort Things! thank you, bab!

comfort film: i'll spare yous and only list a few: Fight Club, Face/Off, 28 Days Later, Mad Max: FR, Dredd (2012), and- yeah, my point is that the comfiest are just Very Good action films

comfort series (bonus): The Mentalist, absolutely. but an honourable mention goes to Black Sails bc i have a soft spot for pirates :))

comfort food: brioche, sweetcorn, or chips (uk chips, the soft fluffy ones). and tea counts, this isn't up for discussion

comfort clothes: my brother's old air cadet squadron hoodie i nicked a few months back has become a go-to of mine. that, or the black adidas hoodie i've got on rn. it's become so frayed and hole-y over the years, with Love!

comfort song: music is this very transient thing for me so it changes all the time, but Colors by Black Pumas has been a very sweet and soulful song that has accompanied me during this long and stressful week. and yeah, Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel goes without saying

comfort book: ach, i've been meaning to pick up reading for the past four years or something lol, but i've often revisited Dan Brown's Robert Langdon series a lot

comfort game: i find so much more enjoyment in watching other people play games more than playing them myself (the Youngest Sibling Experience).

Nidhogg, Streets of Rage 2, the Resident Evil 2 remake, Borderlands (Handsome Jack, my beloved), Batman: Arkham Knight, SCP, the Hitman 47 games are very fun to watch, and - i’m an indie gamer, so - i’ve got a thousand indie games i'll hold back from listing too lol

edit: simulation games too! eurotruck, lawn mower, jet wash, house flipper, cooking sim, etc!

tagging: @angeloparkers @beardedbarba @pyrebyrd @definitelydivergent @sybilius @grand-magnificent @letsgivethisonemoreshot @zumo-san @champorange @werewolves, only if you fancy x

#tag games #kara omg. listing as above so below as a comfort film :') what an absolutely brilliant choice! (even tho scarlett sometimes annoys me lol) #ignore this if you’ve been tagged already. i meant to answer this much earlier but didn’t have the time

[newmusickarl]

Top 50 Albums of 2023: Honourable Mentions

I’ve spent most of this year thinking to myself that 2023 hasn’t been a hallmark one for music – I think I was wrong.

With 2022 serving up some of my favourite records in recent years and most of my favourite artists releasing new music that delivered on high expectations, I sort of had in mind that 2023 just wasn’t as strong by comparison. But in the process of compiling my annual Top 50 Albums of the Year, revisiting songs and thinking back on the live performances I’ve seen, I’ve been reminded of the sheer depth of quality music we’ve been gifted over the last 12 months.

In 2022 I listened to more new music than any other year I can remember and it seems I pretty much matched this personal best again in 2023. My Apple Music Replay tells me I’ve listened to 733 albums from 884 different artists, 4,835 different songs and a whopping 39,935 minutes of music. Whittling this mass of great music down hasn’t been easy, which is why this year I’m taking a slightly different approach to my year-end countdown. Instead of focussing on just the albums with the daily Top 50 in the build-up to the new year, I’m going to celebrate all the mediums of music I’ve enjoyed instead.

From my own tally that I keep every year, I’ve consumed over 240 newly released Albums & EPs from 2023, listened to around 2,500 songs and witnessed 115 live performances (and counting!) over the last 12 months as well. This has given me the impossible task of choosing my year-end champions in terms of albums, EPs, songs and live shows of the year. The songs will come in playlist form later in the month along with a roundup of my favourite EPs and live shows of the year, but for now I’m beginning with the best albums that the year had to offer.

As ever, these albums come from a multitude of genres (pop, rock, indie, hip-hop, R&B, electronica, shoegaze, punk and post-punk - it’s all here!) so although there is a good chance you won’t enjoy everything on this list, hopefully there is at least something for everyone to enjoy. Of course, the variety also makes it very difficult to rank one above the other, so don’t get too hung up on the placements. Generally, I’ve favoured the albums that:

Had the biggest impact on me and the wider music world in the last 12 months

Had ambition or something unique to offer

I played the most during the year

Ultimately produced my favourite front-to-back listening experience

Before the countdown officially starts tomorrow with the albums that finished 50-41, I wanted to just shout out the albums that I thoroughly enjoyed this year but ultimately just missed out on the Top 50 spots. Essentially these albums would’ve made up the 100-51 placings if I had the time spare to do an even bigger countdown. However as I don’t, here they are as my 50 Honourable Mentions for 2023 in alphabetical order:

Alex Lahey - The Answer Is Always Yes

Arborist - An Endless Sequence of Dead Zeros

Baby Queen - Quarter Life Crisis

BC Camplight - The Last Rotation of Earth

Bdrmm - I Don’t Know

Black Pumas - Chronicles of A Diamond

Boygenius - The Record

Circles Around The Sun - Language

The Coral - Sea of Mirrors

Danny Brown - Quaranta

Declan Welsh & The Decadent West - 2

Depeche Mode - Memento Mori

Empty Country - Empty Country II

Fenne Lily - Big Picture

Fiddlehead - Death Is Nothing To Us

FIZZ - The Secret To Life

Foo Fighters - But Here We Are

Gabriels - Angels & Queens

Gaz Coombes - Turn The Car Around

Gorillaz - Cracker Island

The Hives - The Death of Randy Fitzsimmons

Holding Absence - The Noble Art of Self Destruction

Hot Mulligan - Why Would I Watch

Jadu Heart - Derealised

James - Be Opened By The Wonderful

Janelle Monae - The Age of Pleasure

Jayda G - Guy

Kevin Abstract - Blanket

Killer Mike - MICHAEL

Lanterns on the Lake - Versions of Us

M83 - Fantasy

Metallica - 72 Seasons

Nile Marr - Lonely Hearts Killers

Noname - Sundial

nothing, nowhere - VOID ETERNAL

Paws - PAWS

RAYE - My 21st Century Blues

Sampha - Lahai

Shame - Food For Worms

Sigur Ros - ATTA

Sleaford Mods - UK Grim

The Slow Readers Club - Knowledge Freedom Power

Somebody's Child - Somebody's Child

Squid - O Monolith

Sundara Karma - Better Luck Next Time

We Are Scientists - Lobes

Wild Nothing - Hold

The Xcerts - Learning How To Live And Let Go

Yo La Tengo - This Stupid World

Zivi - Lost In Love

So that’s what didn’t quite make it - see you back here tomorrow to find out the first ones that did!

#new music #best new music #albums of the year #album recommendation #album of the week #best of the year #albums of 2023 #apple music replay #best of 2023 #best albums 2023 #aoty #album of the year

[hope-to-hell]

The Drift. Evan Marshall. Creature feature. Angst with just a touch of blood. Evan Marshall: Monster Hunter has a nice ring to it, but the reality is kind of crummy. Something of a prequel to Ash and Sigil. (Ao3 link).

—-

Lotta bodies.

Yeah.

Lotta blood.

Yeah. Listen, can we just—

Evan talks little and smiles less. He hangs around the dimly lit bar, peeling the label off his beer and waiting for the inevitable. Not death, because he knows it’ll find him wherever he goes and it’s gonna be real bloody. No, what he’s waiting for is the sound of boots on grubby linoleum, squeaking with each step until their owner stops with an embarrassed shuffle. Evan knows each beat of this conversation by heart: the awkward greeting, the hemming and hawing, dancing around the town’s recent troubles until he digs up some mercy and gets right to it.

How many?

Five in two weeks. Two kids at the lookout, then Jenny Wright and the Colfer twins down by the lake. Lotta blood.

So you said.

But first there’s the little bits of bullshit while this latest town’s anxious lawman tries to figure out if Evan is the real deal: if he’s got the skills and the balls to get them all out of this mess, because Evan doesn’t look like much under that flannel and barn coat. He looks a little like a kid trying on his dad’s clothes, trying to be bigger than he is. If you were able to get close enough to feel him warm beneath his clothes, well, that would be another story.

If you were close enough, say, to spread your hands wide over his back you’d feel him burning fever-hot; you’d feel the shift of muscle riding close to the skin; you’d feel the knotted scars as they catch under your nails and oh the sounds he’d make. But anyway.

It doesn’t do him any good to think about pleasure at a time like this; he sees fear in the stranger’s eyes and can almost taste the acrid sweat that clings to him. Death has come to these people, not to slip quietly into their beds like a lover, but to hunt them down and rend them apart. Their burden settles on Evan’s shoulders because whether he wants to or not, he is bound to help.

Okay, he says. Show me where.

The air is all a-chill with autumn creeping in; mist drifts at Evan’s feet and when he exhales it’s with a cloudy white sigh. All his old broken bones are aching: all the finger joints and ribs that were set almost right, sitting in the back of his truck with gritted teeth trying to do for himself what someone should’ve done for him in warmth and comfort. As it is, he walks the wooded path he mapped out in the bar last night, marking a route to follow the terrified deputy’s directions.

Only ten minutes’ walk to the lookout, hang a left at the fork and you’ll be there in no time.

You coming? No answer, but he expected little else; every hunt since the first has been a solo job, and if he’s tired and lonely at least he’s not dragging anyone else into the fire with him.

(You’re too soft, boy. Weak. Your brother would be ashamed to see you now. Wish it’d been you who—)

Christ. I need a vacation. It’s so absurd it’s almost funny; people like him don’t get vacations. He’s most likely to find a lonely death somewhere in the woods with blood loss and asphyxiation fighting to get him first. He entertains the idea of vacation a moment longer, drifting in nebulous thoughts of bright stars overhead and the gentle scent of scrub willow, of sleeping in the open without fear, maybe even waking pressed up warm against someone.

(Shh. Go back to sleep. You can have a crisis when it isn’t three in the morning.)

He feels the sigil sticky under his shirt; it’s clumsily done, shaky, looking every inch like it was cut in front of the bathroom mirror in some dingy motel. But it’s the best he can do, so it’ll have to be enough. It joins other scars of similar shape, marks to keep his quarry from sinking its fangs into his throat. Maybe he’ll get lucky and find a hungry puma instead of a demon; maybe he’ll be able to stroll back into town tomorrow morning and say what you need is fish and wildlife. Not my area, not my problem.

Fat fucking chance.

Evan lays his traps and settles in to wait for nightfall. He doesn’t sleep or drift in thought; every sense is sharply focused on a small damp cave across the clearing. And when even the nightbirds stop their lonesome calls, when the only sound is his own blood pulsing in his ears: loud, tidal, and— he hopes— enough to call the creature to him before it starts to hunt— when even the moonlight seems to hold its breath— then, then the creature emerges, skulking slow across the clearing toward the scent of fresh blood and sour sweat, over the circle hidden beneath rotting leaves.

It’s pallid and wet, a worm of a thing; it’s still nascent, still orienting itself around the venom coursing through its veins. It’s far too new for instinct to be overridden by conscious plans; like a newly-hatched snake, it lashes out and drives its venom deep without restraint; what it lacks in strength it makes up for in zeal.

No wonder you’ve been killing kids. You’re just a baby. Yes, and later on it will come after hikers, farmers, whole families. Evan knows; he bears the scars of his fight against these demons. He’s arrived moments too late and spoken lies of comfort to a dying girl— it’s okay. It’s okay. You’re gonna be fine— and watched the clouds settle across her eyes. He’s drifted into the night alone with strange blood drying on his skin. And so he pushes back any mercy for the shadow of humanity still lingering about the creature; when it steps inside the trap and starts to howl, he gets to work.

And it isn’t pretty, nor is it clean. By the time he’s finished, Evan’s red up to his eyes; he’s panting, mouth open, feeling a burning pain where an errant bit of demon landed on his tongue. Already his mind’s eye is turned toward the days he’ll have to spend chained to the wheel of his truck, scratching at his arms, waiting for the poison to run its course. He’s got until tomorrow night before he lays aside his control; he’ll need to drive as far and as fast as he can, til he reaches a place where no one will find him. But first he needs to see this through.

Evan brings the creature’s head back wrapped in oiled canvas. No one is there to witness save the sheriff, who cringes back from proof of the finished job. What do I do now?

Make something up. A bear attack, whatever. Burn the body and bury its bones deep. Don’t go out alone at night.

But— you killed it.

Yeah. I did. But this kind of trouble tends to come in groups. Be careful.

(Don’t be stupid.)

And when the sun is low in the sky, Evan is watching with his hands draped over his knees; his thoughts drift until they fetch up against a thought that tickles the back of his mind now and again. Vacation. Yeah. I could really go for that. His chains are heavy and they bind him well; out here there is nothing but the sound of wind rustling the long grass. Out here, he will lose himself for a time.

The sun sets. Evan’s blood rises and he begins to scream.

#henry cavill #Evan marshall #henry cavill fic #evan marshall fic #blood creek #blood creek fic #my fic #this fucking guy can’t catch a break

[ssreeder]

ahhhhh sreedie I lost track of tiiiiime I missed an updateeee

but ykw that means?? you get double the amount of blather from yours truly this time around :D

lmao finally sokka is getting some sword training that isn’t zuko hitting him with a stick when he gets his form wrong

sorry sorry but sweaty sokka is making me think of this one tv show where the main character is panicking bc she has to distract this guy and what she decided to say as a distraction tactic is “I feel.. sticky” and I almost died of second hand embarrassment.

anyways sweaty sokka supremacy this boy needs more minor inconveniences to balance out the major inconveniences that bulldoze over his hopes and dreams

honestly I think sokka is coping pretty well given the circumstances

I’m going to expose myself here but when suki finally reunited with sokka I will admit I was physically wiggling in excitement

aw suki your girlhood dreams are about to be pulverised :((

also can I just say I adore you bc you’ve managed to perfectly balance the fact that suki is a teenage girl with what she thinks is a requited crush BUT ALSO she’s a leader and a tactician and is aware of anomalies in her surroundings at all times

slay kovi my new fav

ALSO ALSO I HAD THIS REALISATION LIKE LAST WEEK BUT WE’RE GETTING MORE AZULA WHICH MEANS WE’RE ALSO GETTING MORE CHEN OR CHAN OR CHANG OR WHATEVER THE ZHAOS BROTHER IS CALLED I FORGOT IM SO SORRY

yoooo suki coming in clutch with the gossip besties

SHEN POV SHEN POV SHEN POV SHEN POV SHEN POV SHEN POV ok yeah I’m gonna be Sooo much more annoying about shen than anybody ever was about reho. now your never gonna wanna remarry me :(

shen is more dedicated to complaining about his sore ass than zuko is to self preservation fr

zuko and shen banter that’s actually purposeful verbal attacks but I’ll pretend is banter bc it’s funny >>>

it’s not Actually funny but it’s lowkey hilarious that shen is like “fuck now I gotta be chivalrous and save zuko over myself if I ever get the chance why must I be such a gentleman woe is me” like bestie if you really didn’t want to help zuko you could just.. Not

also I think you’re handling like the racist propaganda of the fire nation about the other nations really well btw!!

lmao not morrak singling sokka out as an instigator for potential mass injury so blatantly

okay sad that sokka is suffering with communication BUT HOPEFULLY when (and I mean WHEN sreedie istg) zukka are reunited he’ll maybe have a better time trying to get zuko to like.. actually fucking talk about how he’s feeling??? maybe?? a girl can dream okay. but also it’s so real to like not be able to open up to people able difficult topics (not that I have anywhere Near the trauma these boys have) just bc you haven’t yet started talking to someone about them and it’s overwhelming to even think where to begin bc it feels like even if you could figure it out it’ll be impossible to actually convey all the nuance of how you’re feeling bc there’s just so much of it

AUNT WU pls sokka enjoy hating on spirit shenanigans I was you to experience some joy

ohoho please PLEASE let quon’s assholery and ambition bite him in the ass P L E A S E sreedie I’m begging

dude not zuko genuinely considering whether he would maintain his pride better by literally shitting his pants. I can’t anymore with this boy

“are you a good person shen”

“not all the time”

WHAT A SLAY ANSWER OMFG HES AN ICON HES A LEGEND HES-

I’m not sure whether to be scared that quon Will be worse than zhao or laugh at quon’s confidence bc there’s no way he’s worse than zhao

quick question sreedie umm how hasn’t zuko lost any teeth yet am I just supposed to suspend my disbelief about how many times he can get punched in the jaw and not suffer some serious dental damage

awww shen you DO care about zuko :3

genuinely living for shen’s belaboured feral pygmy puma dad era that zuko is forcing him to suffer through its glorious

listen all shen needs to do is leverage sokka against zuko?? like literally just bitch at him about how if he gets himself killed then sokka will be distraught and that’s like at least 60% of his attitude issues solved

do I dislike jet? yeah. do I think it’s going to be wildly entertaining to have him along for the journey? yeah.

NOT MORE OF THE FUCKING BENDER SUPPRESSANTS FUCK OFF ohohoho alas quon you are unaware about zuko being bloody superhuman when it comes to this drug

I was going to say something else but now I have forgotten but!! it’s okay bc now I am going to read the second chapter and hopefully I’ll remember it at some point when I’m writing my next comment >:)

I have been thinking of answering your asks for DAYYYYSSSSS but these damn holidays don’t wanna let me DO IT. But don’t worry ex-lover I am here!

Suki & Sokka reuniting is amazing! She is going to be a good influence on him, I feel it in my BONES!

Or he will gaslight her into thinking he is fine & she won’t be able to help with Shiiit….

Sokka hasn’t spoken to ANYONE about what happened to him except Zuko. & even his dad & Bato got the “safe version” so yeah opening up or even beginning to accept that this is a topic he will EVENTUALLY have to find words to communicate is very difficult… for some people it’s impossible. So I do feel bad for Sokka he isn’t an in easy spot.

It’s funny you mention teeth this was like a big convo in the server today so I’m going to go ahead & say zukos teeth are blessed by Agni themselves so they will not break or fall out it’s canon don’t question me.

Shens teeth are not though

I have my hand pressed against the glass window of my house staring across at your house because we don’t live together anymore but I miss you…..

#I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer #I read your asks ALL THE TIME #I giggle #kick my feet #stub my toe #blame you #curse your name #then miss you #then read your ask again #please never stop #even if it takes me a while to answer #it’s honestly just holiday shit that’s being a bitch #like I DONT WANT TO GO SHOPING AGAIN LEAVE ME ALONE #don’t worry #I got you coal #even if you don’t celebrate #I’m still throwing this coal through your window #HUG KISSES AND KICKS #leekie tag #LEEEEEEKKKKKIIIIIII #LEEKS #THE ONE #THE ONLY #LEEKI!!!!! #liab #ITF #ask

[joysona]

OKAY niche post: kpop boy group tomorrow x together as a killjoy gang

Soobin

Obviously soobin’s the babysitter

Killjoy name: sth goofy like Fanboy Steve or Blonde Bombshell he doesn’t take himself seriously enough to think of sth too cool

Gang medic

Constantly getting the gang out of trouble

Signature colors: blue, white, orange. Keeps his hair blonde.

Yeonjun

Resident fairy godmother and motor baby

Killjoy name: sth he thinks sounds cool as hell but actually sounds super cheesy, sth like Puma Dan or Cowabunga Kitty

Designated driver

Has cheated death way too many times due to provoking dracs a little too much

Signature colors: neon pink, sky blue, and black (very specific abt the shades he uses). Usually keeps his hair pink but he alternates

Beomgyu

CRASH QUEEN!!!!

Killjoy name: something cutesy probably, like Asteroid Bear or Benny Glitter

Hosts a radio show

Shoots acoustic

Color scheme: red, white, and pink. Keeps his hair natural brown most of the time but switches it up every once in a while

Taehyun

Batt rat, ex tumbleweed

Killjoy name: either something really cute like Terry Twinkle or sth rlly random like Tiger Lunch

Gangs resident smithy

Knows slight of hand so when he first came to the zones he’d just survive off pickpocketing and shit

Color scheme: pink, purple, orange. Keeps his hair pink

Kai

Batt rat (2), was snatched up by soobin literally an hour after he left the city

Killjoy mame: DEFINITELY sth super cutesy. I’m thinkin Desert Penguin or like Satellite Sunshine

Paper boy for Beomgyu’s show

String kinggggg

Color scheme: blue, green, yellow. Usually has his hair blue or blonde

Other thoughts

I don’t think they’d be called tomorrow x together fjfnnf their gang would probably have like a celestial name, like Meteor Bros or Planet Posse (they know their name is dumb but its camp and they couldn’t think of anything better)

They’re based out of zone 3 and operate a lighthouse out there

Beomgyu absolutely REFUSES to eat power pup and relies almost solely on the witches garden and batt food. Don’t ask him how he is able to manage that, you probably won’t like the answer.

Soobin is banned from tommy’s. No one (not even soobin) knows why, but every time the guys stop by, soobin has to wait in the car

Taehyun really really wants to get a motorcycle, but every time he brings it up the other 4 boys scream at him for 40 mins straight abt how he’d probably die if he tried driving one and they cant afford to lose their smithy with how often yeonjun gets them into firefights

Yeonjun does sun skin more often than not and often makes their raids go south bc they left late due to yeonjun taking too long to put his glitter on

Kai is like king of casual joy parties. Loves to throw bonfires and picnics, scours the zones and outer city for glow sticks and shit to hand out to everyone who comes. He always has extra blankets around for people to sit on.

One of their closest allies is an absolutely massive gang from zone 2 made up entirely of lesbians. Theres like 30 of them, so whenever they need backup, their opponent just gets entirely fuckin swarmed by sapphics with guns

Ok thats all i got for now lol i might draw them/add more shit later i am literally writing this at 1 am

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