#there needs to be more Rush fans under the age of 50

[catblimp]

Fools! My Rush-Posting was an elaborate trap to find Rush fan-blogs to follow!

Now that I’ve found you, none of you will be spared.

#my evil deeds know no equal #Rush fan blogs give me power #rush #roll the bones #geddy lee #alex lifeson #neil peart #the professor #there needs to be more Rush fans under the age of 50

[capboysays]

My Childhood Bedroom

As we prepared to move to our new home, I had to sort through my childhood bedroom. Sitting amidst the echoes of my past, I was faced with the delicate task of deciding which pieces of my history to carry forward and which to leave behind. This was not merely a matter of packing; it was an emotional journey through the things that built up to what I am today. The challenge lay not in the physical act of packing but in the heart-wrenching decisions of what to accept into my future and what to let go tenderly. What I anticipated would be a brief two-hour endeavor evolved into a ten-hour odyssey, each item I touched awakening a flood of memories and emotions.

Digging under my bed, I pulled out my Geronimo Stilton collection. Instantly, I was back in December 2012, racing against the Mayan calendar’s prediction of the world ending to finish the last 50 pages of “Valentine's Day Disaster”. I look at the six golden-covered special edition books, and a small rush of anger strikes my spine as I remember my best friend lost the 7th one, making my collection incomplete. These special edition books were considered status symbols in our time.  Geronimo always chuckled at his blunders before setting them right, a habit I have happily hijacked into my life. 

The box also contained a photograph that perfectly encapsulated my sibling lore: there I was, the tears streaming down my face, while my sisters were caught in a fit of giggles. I have two siblings, with a very eccentric age gap of 9 and 13 years. I could go on explaining that my late birth was just patriarchy in action, combined with the belief that a “son” is needed to complete the family, but that is for another time. 

My sisters shaped my world, from the music that filled our home to the words that danced off my tongue, the styles I embraced, and the stories that fueled my imagination. Immersed in Sajal di's wave of teenage rebellion, I found myself swaying to the melancholic melodies of Lana Del Rey's "Young and Beautiful," belting out Miley Cyrus's "Wrecking Ball," and feeling the raw emotion of Christina Perri's "Jar of Hearts." At eight, the concept of heartbreak was as foreign to me as the 7th Geronimo Book I lost, yet those songs moved me, weaving their way into the fabric of my being. At eighteen, having tasted the bitter spectrum of human emotions and endured heartbreaks of all shades, those same melodies resonate with a deeper, more poignant echo, reminding me of the innocence once cradled in my heart and the complex journey of growth and self-discovery that music has escorted me through.

I take the stool from the balcony to reach the top right corner shelf of my room. There lay my middle school years, in the enchanting writing of JK Rowling: “The Harry Potter series”. Clutching “Philosopher's Stone”, which Palak di got for my eleventh birthday, I did not open it until a year later, when I saw my classroom crush reading the same book. What led onward was a butterfly effect that got me sucked into a different world for two and a half years - yes, I like to slowly read my books. There was my normal life, and there was the world of magic, where I lived half of my time. As the picture in the box with my siblings depicts, I was a rather emotional boy. Nights were filled with nightmares of Voldemort, his name a whispered fear in the dark that chased me into dreams. Yet, with each page turned, a secret language unfolded before me, words like "alohomora" slipping into my whispers in the moments before elevator doors creaked open.

I did not forget my initial goal, as my journey through Hogwarts was not solitary; it led me to her, my seventh-grade crush. It was only two years later, in ninth grade, that I started “dating” her. Though our plot did not follow that of Harry and Ginny, she remains a cherished friend, and our connection deepened by our enduring love for Harry Potter. Together, we have kept the magic alive through Instagram posts, fan merchandise, and endless discussions.

As I ventured deeper into my love for Western music, I started listening to Taylor Swift in seventh grade. When her latest song “I don’t wanna live forever” was released, I watched the music video merrily on my laptop. As Zayn entered in a pitch-black suit and a picture-perfect beard, something struck in me - a feeling I could not explain to myself. That moment, a mix of awe and confusion, was my first encounter with feelings I could not quite label, a whirlwind that the internet termed “bi panic.”. Living in a highly orthodox country, I rationaled to myself: I just want to be him, not be “with” him. The internalized homophobia tortured me in the background throughout my high school years- and it was not until 12th grade that I finally had my first boyfriend, an experience I could only describe as crossing the borders of 93/4 King’s Cross station to enter the magical world of Hogwarts, away from the muggles. Lana Del Rey's Young and Beautiful made much more sense now, and so did “Take me to church” by Hozier.

In my everyday life, I find myself subconsciously using slang from books I read years ago, or still dancing to the tunes of the songs I heard a decade ago. I still go through my daily life with the teachings of the first self-help book I ever read - “The subtle art of not giving a f*ck” by Mark Manson. If I see butterbeer in a cafe, I would get it in a heartbeat, if I listen to “There is a Light that never goes out”, I imagine myself in 500 days of summer, whenever I dress well, I find myself mimicking Blair’s personality from Gossip girl and if my self-destructive tendencies cause things to spiral out of control - I romanticize it by listening to the song Little dark age. 

All this is a constant reminder to me that I am nothing but a mosaic of everything I have ever loved - even for a heartbeat.

#childhood #Literature #identity #emotions

[greensparty]

RIP Taylor Hawkins 1972-2022

I have been laying low on this blog in recent weeks after I was dealing with a personal loss, but I’m back here to pay tribute to one of my favorite musicians who has sadly passed away at age 50. Taylor Hawkins is one of the best drummers of his generation and this truly sucks. Anyone who knows me or reads this blog knows my fanaticism of Foo Fighters and Taylor was a tremendous part of the band. When you are a drummer in a band with Dave Grohl, one of the greatest drummers ever, one needs to rise to that challenge of drumming for a legendary drummer, which Taylor did time and time again!

Taylor Hawkins

 I first became aware of Taylor in 1995 when he became the drummer for Alanis Morissette. He appeared in her music video for “You Oughta Know” and toured with her. In the recent documentary Jagged, Taylor was one of the featured interviewees talking about that era. That tour lead to Taylor getting asked to join Foo Fighters in 1997 after William Goldsmith got fired. I had been a huge fan of Nirvana, so I picked up their 1995 debut, which was a Dave Grohl solo project that lead to a band. By the time I saw them in June 1997 at the WBCN River Rave, Taylor was the band’s new drummer who had just joined. He didn’t disappoint. In Nov. 1999 after There is Nothing Left to Lose was released, I saw the band do an in-store in NYC and I met Taylor (along with Grohl, Nate Mendel and Chris Shiflett) who signed my “Learn to Fly” 45 single and TINLTL CD. 

Taylor singing lead

As Foo Fighters became a tight-nit band, Taylor became more and more of a vital part of their sound. He was a classic rock fanatic and he brought his ambition to the band. He even sang lead vocals on some songs including “Cold Day in the Sun”, “Sunday Rain” with Sir Paul McCartney playing drums, and the band’s covers of Pink Floyd’s “Have a Cigar” and Cream’s “I Feel Free” to name a few.

Taylor with Foo Fighters at Fenway Park on 7/27/2018

I saw Foo Fighters live countless times, most recently at Fenway Park in 2018. Notable highlights of those shows with Taylor include a 2005 show where special guest Roger Taylor of Queen came out and played on the cover of “Tie Your Mother Down” with Taylor singing. He looked like he just won the lottery singing on stage with the drummer from Queen! Also noteworthy was their 2006 Skin and Bones acoustic show. When I saw the band at Fenway Park in both 2015 and 2018, they covered Queen and David Bowie’s “Under Pressure” with Taylor singing the Freddie Mercury part. 

Hawkins also had several solo and side projects. His band Taylor Hawkins and the Coattail Riders put out some good rock albums and I was lucky enough to see them live in 2006 at Bowery Ballroom and in 2010 at the Gramercy Theatre, both in NYC. Both were fun rockin’ shows where Taylor got to show off his vocal skills. There was also his short-lived band Birds of Satan. Then in 2016, he released his solo EP KOTA (which I named an Honorable Mention in my Best Albums of 2016). Hawkins was also made frequent appearances in music documentaries including The Doors: Break on Thru - A Celebration of Ray Manzarek (read my review here), Rush: Beyond the Lighted Stage (Taylor inducted Rush into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame - remember that?), and numerous drummer docs, as well as the docs Dave Grohl did. Taylor was also an actor, playing Iggy Pop in CBGB and last month’s Foo Fighter movie Studio 666. 

some of his best solo and side projects

My heart goes out to all of the Foo Fighters and especially Dave Grohl who lost his Nirvana bandmate Kurt Cobain way before his time and has now lost his drummer too soon. It also needs to be said that this past year was a tremendous time period for Taylor and his bandmates: their album Medicine at Midnight was my #1 Album of 2021 and was one of their best albums yet, their Bee Gees cover album Hail Satin was fun too, they were the first band to re-open Madison Square Garden, performed at Biden’s Inauguration, and they were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I was looking forward to their upcoming show at Boston Calling too. Not sure what Taylor’s passing means for the band, but I hope they continue on as they are one of the greatest rock bands on the planet. 

Taylor (right) with one of his biggest influences Stewart Copeland

One of my favorite quotes from Taylor was when he was talking about Van Halen’s “Panama” (a song he has covered many times): “anyone who doesn’t like this song is a fucking asshole!” Well put! 

Thank you for the music and the memories Taylor Hawkins!

Here is the band’s official statement: https://twitter.com/foofighters/status/1507552958988255234

#Taylor Hawkins #rip #alanis morissette #Foo Fighters #paul mccartney #Queen #roger taylor #dave grohl #taylor hawkins and the coattail riders #birds of satan #the doors: break on thru - a celebration of ray manzarek #rush #cbgb #studio 666 #stewart copeland #music nerd #film geek

[grewlikefancyflowers]

So came across this and- "Who Knew the Truth About the Wen Remnants?" by Karmiya

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33344266

hesitating to post my response to this because it'll probably be controversial and it's not something i want to debate about, but...

I'm taking particular issue with this part of that post

'In the story of Modao Zushi, we see a group of people being rounded up and placed in a restricted settlement, then shuffled to a prison labour camp, and eventually be massacred and thrown in a mass grave. The treatment of the Wen remnants by the sects and their eventual fate very clearly parallels real ethnic cleansing/genocide attempts, and I find the way that fandom tries to mitigate and even ignore it deeply disturbing.

[...]

I’m going to say, I think Mo Xiang Tong Xiu knew exactly what she was doing when she wrote all of this. The remnants of the Wen clan, after the war, are described as being cordoned off into a small settlement in Qishan, with all the remaining territory being divvied up between the sects. After that, the remaining civilian Wens who had initially been allowed to live there started being arrested on trumped up charges and sent to the prison camp at Qiongqi Path.'

While it is pretty clear cut that everyone already understood that the remaining Wens had been rounded up in a labour camp, and the author of this meta illustrates that very well, what they do not address is that this is not condemned by WWX. It is treated neutrally by the narrative as well. If (general) you are going with the interpretation that MXTX wrote the situation with the Wen remnants as an intentional allegory to, or explicit portrayal of, genocide, then you should also accept that her protagonist does not condemn it.

When he goes to Qiongqi Path, WWX does not liberate them all out of the goodness of his heart, he leaves with Wen Ning and Wen Qing's people, and leaves the rest behind.

At the banquet just before the defection - 'Wei WuXian, “Did I say something wrong? Forcing living people to be bait and beating them up whenever they refused to obey—is this any different from what the QishanWen Sect does?”

Another guest cultivator stood up, “Of course it’s different. The Wen-dogs did all kinds of evil. To arrive at such an end is only karma for them. We only avenged a tooth for a tooth, letting them taste the fruit that they themselves had sown. What’s wrong with this?”

Wei WuXian, “Take revenge on the ones who bite you. Wen Ning’s branch doesn’t have much blood on their hands. Don’t tell me that you find them guilty by association?”'

WWX offers no argument against the treatment of the Wen remnants that were not in Wen Ning's branch of the family, depending on how you look at it, he either agrees with their treatment as just revenge, or is neutral. WWX only cares for Wen Ning's branch of the family, as he knows they did not participate in the war, and he owes them for how they helped him & JC.

The work on rebuilding the Wen's Qiongqi Path is described thusly - 'Such a large-scale undertaking would need many laborers for sure..'

'Many labourers' does not sound like the 50, many of whom were old and weak, that WWX left with. Additionally, 'Wen Qing rushed over and asked, “Where are the Wen cultivators sent here just a few days ago?”

The people looked at one another. After some dawdling, an inspector who looked quite honest spoke up, his tone friendly, “All of the prisoners here are the Wen Sect’s cultivators. New ones are sent here every day.”'

Once again, emphasising that they were looking for WN & WQ's branch of the family, and no one else. And that there were far more prisoners there than the 50 WWX left with.

I'm not even convinced that everyone there were Wen remnants, were there even that many of them left, or were they just picking up random people for convenient free labour?

An unnamed Wen directs WWX to a shack where Wen Qing's family were kept, when they initially enter the shack - 'a few of them saw Wen Qing, lying in Wei WuXian’s arms, they rushed over, ignoring their heavy injuries, “Maiden Qing!”'

There were plenty of other Wen clan members outside of the shack, aside from Granny Wen, they did not acknowledge Wen Qing, nor she them. They were not who she and WWX came there for.

WWX says 'Who are the cultivators under Wen Ning? Cut the nonsense and step out now!”'

In the process of leaving - 'Wei WuXian ordered, “Get the horses. Hurry up!”

A middle-aged man protested, “No, our Young Master Wen Ning…”'

^He doesn't know yet that WWX has awoken WN's fierce corpse, he protests leaving because he believes Wen Ning's body is still lying somewhere. There were at least dozens of bodies belonging to Wen cultivators that were not part of Wen Ning's faction, however he is unconcerned about them.

And then WWX leaves. With Wen Ning's cultivators, and not the rest.

I also do not agree with the interpretation that the Wens at the labour camp, including those who left for the burial mound, were non-cultivators. Wen Ning and his family were night hunting when they were caught, and in ch.75 Wen Qing had access to, and wielded a sword. I am assuming this belonged to one of her family, and was retrieved in the process of leaving Qiongqi Path.

Those at Qiongqi Path 'weren’t allowed to use spiritual powers or any other instruments, not only by the LanlingJin Sect’s precautions against them, but also because it had to be punishing. - If they were not cultivators, this would never have been mentioned, as it would not have been an issue.

My knowledge of wuxia genre conventions & chinese culture (wrt views on this topic) is limited to the point of being practically non-existent, so I'll leave it the c-fans, or more knowledgeable people, to discuss the implications of what MXTX portrayed with the Wen remnants, and what statements she may or may not have been making with that. However, it doesn't sit right with me to claim she intentionally chose to portray what happened to (all) the Wen remnants as genocide, since the story does not condemn what happened to those who weren't part of Wen Ning's faction.

#mdzs #also.. everyone talks about cql and censorship a lot but we seem to forget that mxtx did not have free reign to write about #whatever she pleased and include whatever messages she wanted either. #mdzs meta

[mrsluttystark]

Repeat After Me Part 2

Part 1 

You guys have no idea how much it meant to me that part 1 was so well received. Thank you from the bottom of my little starker heart! 

Tags: nff, age difference, former teacher/student, mention of daddy kink, mention of choking

Word count: 3.1k

Read below the cut

Peter wakes up five minutes before his alarm, like he always does.  He absolutely hates the shrill screech of it.  His bed creaks and groans as he sits up and swings his legs over the side.  Suddenly, the springs that had previously been holding him up collapse under him, making him yelp in surprise.  Peter made a mental note that maybe it was time for a new bed, he’d been holding on to the rickety twin mattress he had all his childhood since it was the only thing he had left from May’s.

He usually went into the lab on Saturdays, even though he was supposed to be off during the weekend.  It’s not like he has plans or anything, but he guesses he could shift his schedule around a little to go mattress shopping.

His arm darts out like clockwork and taps his screen to turn the alarm off before his phone could utter the first mind melting ring. Peter runs a hand through his hair to brush some stray curls out of his face and stretches before getting out of bed to do his morning routine.

It’s not until Peter sits down at his two-seater dining table with a bowl of captain crunch berries, two pieces of toast, and a cup of earl gray tea, does he finally check his phone.  

The spoon is barely out of his mouth when he sees the notifications.  Eyes wide, he chokes on the cereal trying to force its half chewed self down his throat.  He can taste the oat milk is his nose and it is not good. 

Mr. Stark accepted his friend request and messaged him?  Peter looked around his apartment, skeptical.  Was he dreaming? Was this one of those life-like dreams where he gets ready for the day then wakes up and has to do it all over again?  He looked down at his arm, should he pinch himself? No, Peter, that’s stupid.

He shook his head and looked at his phone again, opening the Messenger app.

Hey, Kid.

Shit, he was toast.  Collecting himself, Peter took a deep breath to prepare himself for a conversation with his former high school teacher (that he may or may not want to fuck him senseless and cuddle afterward). He racked his brain thinking about how to approach this.  Should he be bold? 

Hi, Daddy. Please cum down my throat? Yeah...that might be too bold.

Hello, Mr. Stark.  I humbly thank you for accepting my friend request.  Ugh, too weird.

He’s overthinking it, he knows. Peter types out and deletes maybe five more messages before he finally settles on:

09:10 am 

Hi, Mr. Stark.  It’s Peter.

09:11 am

Parker.

Peter threw his phone down on the table and put his head in his hands, bowl of cereal soggy and forgotten. He made a face at it and pushed the bowl away, pulling his toast closer.  He took bites of a slice distractedly and washed it down with some tea.  He’d regret not eating a proper breakfast later, but right now his appetite was replaced with a turning feeling that he couldn’t quite place.  His phone vibrates on the table, startling him from his thoughts.

From Tony Stark 09:22 am

Yeah, Peter.  I did read your name on your profile.

09:23 am

Right. Sorry.

From Tony Stark 09:23 am

Don’t worry about it, Kid. Just pokin’ fun.

09:24 am

(sweating emoji)

Thanks for accepting my friend request btw, Mr. Stark.

From Tony Stark 09:26 am

No big deal, thanks for the request, it’s been a while.

And Tony is fine, you’re not my student anymore, Pete.

09:26 am

Yeah, okay. Tony. I can do that

So you remember me?

From Tony Stark 09:27 am

I remember all my students

09:27 am

Really???

From Tony Stark 09:28 am

No, not really lol

But I do remember you, you were a lot skinnier back then.

09:30 am

(eye roll emoji) And you were a lot younger 

From Tony Stark 09:31 am

Ouch, that was uncalled for

09:32 am

You asked for it

So what have you been up to?

From Tony Stark 09:34 am

I’m a mechanical engineer now, quit teaching a few years ago. What about you?

09:35 am

That’s awesome! You were way too smart to be a teacher.

I’m a research chemist

From Tony Stark 09:38 am

Thanks, kid.

That’s about where I’d thought you’d end up, as smart as you are.

09:40 am

Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Stark

Tony*

Sorry.

From Tony Stark 09:40 am

Everywhere?

09:41 am

Everywhere.

From Tony Stark 09:50 am

Say, Pete. I don’t actually have a habit of checking this app and I’m about to head out of the house for the day.  I’d like to continue this conversation, so here’s my number if you wanna text me [hidden contact information].

No pressure of course.

From Tony Stark 09:53 am

Peter?

New Message

To: Tony

You know who I am.

From: Tony

Had me there for a second kid. 

I’m about to drive, I’ll text you in a bit.

Peter put his phone down for the first time in almost an hour, eyes straining to refocus after staring at his screen intensely for so long.  His heart was pounding in his chest and his cheeks were starting to ache from smiling.  Had that really happened? Peter brought a hand up to rub at his jaw, still in a daze.  He was finding it very hard to believe that this wasn’t some elaborate dream because there is absolutely no way that this could’ve happened in real life.  Talk about a glitch in the simulation.

He really got Tony Stark’s phone number, and he didn’t even have to ask for it!

Peter scoffed in disbelief, no fucking way! He opened the Facebook app again and went to Tony’s profile.  Turns out there wasn’t much else on it, he had a total of 3 profile pictures and less than 100 friends, none of which were other students and only a few midtown teachers.  So, he either was a very private person or he didn’t use Facebook at all.  And if it was the latter (or both for that matter), why did he accept Peter’s friend request in the first place?

Peter decided not to think about it right now.

He went to his profile pictures and glanced at the current one he already studied last night.  The previous one was just the Guns N’ Roses album cover for Appetite for Destruction.  Classic Rock fan, noted.  His first profile picture, though, was an absolute masterpiece.  Tony looked to be on a beach somewhere, his hair was wet and messy from the clear blue salt water.  Peter wanted to run his tongue over every inch of the olive toned skin exposed to the sun.  His smile was radiant, framed by neatly trimmed facial hair, with thick, dark eyebrows peeking over his sunglasses.  Swung low on his hips right below a toned stomach were hot rod red swim shorts that stopped in the middle of his thigh, showing off his tan legs dusted with dark hair.

Peter tried not to look, he really did, but he could not stop his eyes from landing on the older man’s crotch.  And he was not disappointed.  There, curving onto his thigh, was a long, thick unmistakable dick print.  Peter’s mouth watered at the sight as his own cock stirred with interest.

Fuck. He wondered how big he really was in person.  How far he could take it down his throat.  He wanted to know how it would feel to be stretched and filled by Tony’s cock.

Scooting his chair back abruptly, Peter shot up off of it.  His hard-on tenting almost painfully in his pajama pants and it was starting to create a wet spot.  Mattress shopping can wait, Peter needed to cum, like, yesterday.

He rushes to his room and yanks the drawer of his night stand open, revealing a wooden box.  Peter unlatches the box and grabs a bottle of lube and his veiny lifelike vibrating dildo with a suction cup right behind the silicone balls from his small collection.  This one was by far his favorite, it’s eight inches long and he loved feeling the veins and the girth of it filling him up. 

Peter lays a towel down on his bed and climbs to the middle, carefully avoiding the new dent in the mattress. He bunches up the pillows behind his back so he’s laying at an incline, then starts rubbing himself over his pajama pants while he uncaps the lube and squeezes some onto his fingertips. Clumsily, he pulls and shimmies his pants down his hips with his left hand, breath hitching when his heated erection makes contact with the cool air in his apartment.  It lands with a light smack against his abs and Peter tugs his shirt up and under his chin.  Kicking his pants off his bed, Peter spreads his legs.  He can feel his hole puckering in anticipation of being used.

His left hand begins lightly skimming his torso, feeling his abs contract under his finger tips.  Bringing them higher, he rubs across his chest, pinching his nipples softly.  Peter rubs the lube between his thumb and forefinger to warm it up, then starts rubbing the tight ring of muscle in circles, making his cock jump.

Once he’s coated, he sinks a finger in slowly to coax himself open.  His left hand continues caressing his body, skirting across the area right above his cock.  Peter lets out a plethora of whines and pants, eyes screwed shut at the feeling.  The image of Tony’s face urging him to take another finger.

He knows Tony’s fingers would be thicker, stretching him wider than Peter ever could with his own.  The younger man hoped his former teacher would be able to handle him the way he wanted.  Peter imagined large, strong hands encircling his throat while the other gripped hard on his hips while he took him.

Three of his fingers are buried deep in himself before he even touches his neglected, leaking cock.  His left hand comes to collect the precum pooling at the head and dribbling down his shaft, allowing his hand to glide along his hot skin. He strokes himself lazily as he pulls his fingers out and reaches for the dildo.  Uncapping the lube again he slicks up the silicone and brings it to his open, waiting hole. 

Pulling his left hand off of his cock, Peter grabs one of the pillows and stuffs it under the small of his back.

He imagines Tony looking down at him with dark, analytical eyes, watching Peters every movement.  The rise and fall of his chest, his heaving breaths.  The way Peter keens when he’s stretched like he longs for the sting of it.  Would he fuck into him slowly or would he seath himself in one smooth, quick stroke?

Peter chooses the latter.

He cries out as he pushes the dildo balls deep into his ass without pause.  The pain from the stretch mixes deliciously with pleasure.  Sweat beading on his forehead has Peter’s curls sticking wetly to his skin.  His entire body is covered in a thin sheen of it.

The young man turns onto his left side, dildo still deep inside him.  Peter reaches around his back with his right hand and grips the bottom of the suction cup.  He sighs, easing the dildo out slowly before pressing the button at the base of the shaft to turn on the vibration and ramming it into himself once more.

Tony would be taking him from behind, a long arm encircling Peter’s body, hand coming to grip him at the base of his neck, right above his collarbone so that he could pull the younger man down and onto his thick cock while he fucks up into him.  

Peter continued to fuck himself roughly with the dildo while he thought of Tony’s hard body doing it to him instead.  He’d whisper dirty things in Peter’s ear while he fucked him.  Tell him that he’s such a good little slut for his teacher.  Peter whined at the thought, he’d love it if Tony let him call him Mr. Stark in bed.

He starts stroking his cock faster, feeling his orgasm build in the pit of his stomach.  His right arm is starting to get tired from fucking the dildo into his ass for so long, he’s gotta cum soon.

Peter’s eyes fly open when he hears his phone vibrate through the thrumming in his ears.  It’s a text from Tony.

How’s my favorite student? Miss me?

That does it.  Peter’s entire body jolts as he cums all over his hand and the towel he laid on the bed, a high whine caught in his throat. 

He’s still trying to catch his breath a few minutes later, after he eases the dildo out and places it on the towel.  He wipes his hand off on it as well before he grabs his phone.  He definitely needs a shower now. Then he’ll go to the mall.

To: Tony

Don’t flatter yourself

To: Tony

Maybe a little

-

Tony can’t help but smile at his phone, he might have been a little too eager with the message, typing it up as soon as he put his car in park.  The easy banter going on between him and Peter was refreshing.  Tony couldn’t remember the last time he felt genuinely excited to talk to someone, let alone text.

As the conversation kept flowing while Tony picked up his dry cleaning, he could only deduce that it was because they were nearly equal on an intellectual level.  It may have helped that Peter was easy on the eyes as well.

They talked about their projects at work and the research behind it, what it was like at Columbia for Peter, and how MIT had been to Tony.  The older man made a mental note to ask where Peter worked at a later date, maybe he could recruit him.  He learned that Peter’s favorite colors were blue and red.  That he hated horror movies but watched them anyway just to spite himself.  He loved rom-coms and (surprise, surprise) sci-fi movies.  He couldn’t cook to save his life, Tony assured him he could give him lessons if he wanted, he could make a mean Chicken Piccata.

Tony couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty about it at all.  The conversation was innocent and Tony was a flirt by nature, Pepper never had a problem with it.  If anything, this thing with Peter was just a budding friendship.  The universe knows Tony needed someone to talk to.

Around noon, Tony’s stomach started to grumble, not surprising considering the hearty breakfast of black coffee he had this morning.  Peter mentioned earlier that he’d been craving Gyros, and that didn’t sound half bad right about now.  He was a few blocks away from the mall anyway.

From: Peter

Here’s a contact picture, in case you needed one...

[see attachment]

The picture Peter sent was absolutely adorable.  His bangs fell over his forehead, slightly parted to the side so it wasn’t completely covered.  Tony felt utterly entranced by the younger man’s smile and the way his left eyebrow looked like he’d slept with his face buried in a pillow.  He was wearing a T-Shirt with a science pun on it, as if the kid couldn’t be any dorkier.  Tony loved it.

To: Peter

Is that a sly way of getting me to send you a selfie back?

Cute shirt by the way, where ya headed?

From: Peter

Maybe...did it work?

I’m going shopping for a new mattress, old one crapped out on me.

To: Peter

Here, since you asked so nicely

[see attachment]

From: Peter

Oof, you can just delete mine.  You just made me go from a solid 6 to like a 2

To: Peter

Hey, give yourself some credit, you’re definitely at least a 5

KIDDING, I’d rate you a solid 9, kid. Just because there’s always room for improvement

From Peter:

I would just like to know who gave you the right to be so sassy and RUDE

To: Peter

Definitely my narcissistic ego

No, but seriously Pete, you’re stunning.  Don’t listen to the old guy

From: Peter

Pls you’re not that old, Tony.

To: Peter

A man after my own heart.  Thanks, kid.

From: Peter

Anytime :-)

You’re more like my friend’s hot dad if anything

To: Peter

Little shit.

From Peter:

;-)

Tony shook his head fondly and stuffed his phone in his pocket as he entered the mall, looking around for something indicating what direction the food court was in.  He hadn’t been to this mall in a while, he admits since he’s been making more money it’s kept him from coming and eating the fast food they had here.  So he followed the signs until he got to the food court, and noticed there were still quite a few tables open for him to sit and eat at.  He made a point to stay as far away from the family with three screaming children as possible.

He scanned the choices until he found somewhere that had gyros and went to go stand in line.  The menu wasn’t too extensive, he could either get a gyro platter or a falafel platter, and he already knew what he was here for.  His eyes fell from the menu to the person in front of him.  Not to be a creep, he’s only human, but he had a fantastic ass.  A perfect little bubble butt.

The man was a little shorter than him, he had a trim waist that opened up to broad shoulders not bigger than Tony’s.  Incredible figure.  He’s probably a dancer or a marathon runner.  He also noticed this man had brown curls.  That made him snort softly to himself, he either had a type or Peter just invaded his mind in a short amount of time.  It could be either, honestly.

His eyes dropped to the phrase printed on the back of his shirt.

Never trust an atom, they make up everything

Ha.  Peter would love that shirt.

Wait.

Peter has that shirt.  It’s the one he was wearing in his selfie.

“Peter?”

The man in front of him whirled around to look at him with a puzzled expression.  Tony suddenly found himself unable to move or say another word.  He was instantly captivated by doe eyes and one of the prettiest faces he’d seen in a long time.

He watched his confusion turn into realization and then disbelief and dare he say: panic.

“Tony?”

@sweetqueen449, @slut-for-starker, @dim-ships-johnlock, @starkerhowlter, @sthefystarkersworld, @crazycocococonut, @bris-sins, @delicateavenuenacho, @ironspiderstarker, @katzenbaby1, @spider-iron-man, @rebel13lion39, @twokinkybeans, @frenchfrostpudding, @cherrygoldlove, @silkystarkk, @icandoakickflip, @irondaddio, @briesb1tch

creds to @problemchildnoonewanted for some of the messages in the beginning

#starker #sluttystark stuff #starker fic #starker au #ironspider #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #Peter Parker/Tony Stark

[zmediaoutlet]

in support of Black Lives Matter, @azothel donated $50, and requested ‘jealous Sam with implied Dean/John.’ Thank you for donating!

to get your own personalized fic, please see this post. (no longer taking prompts)

Summer in Arizona. Sam thinks it might actually be hell. He’s laying spread eagle on his bed, stripped down to t-shirt and boxers, and this absolute dump of a motel only has an evaporative cooler and so the whole place smells like wet dust. He’s got his eyes closed, concentrated on not moving, and if he doesn’t move then he can pretend like it’s damp instead of sticky--cool, instead of muggy--but unfortunately it doesn’t stop his ears from working, because Dean’s on the phone with Dad. Again.

“Yessir,” Dean says, quiet. Corded phone up near the door and he’s got it pulled all the way over by the mini-fridge. Like if he’s far enough away somehow Sam won’t notice. “Yeah, we got it taken care of. When do you think you’ll--”

Be back, cut off. That’s what Dean always wants--Dad, back, the three of them faking at happy families. Sam opens his eyes and looks at the ceiling fan, slow its only speed. They aren’t exactly a Norman Rockwell painting. Sam doesn’t know why Dean pretends otherwise.

“Yeah,” Dean says, soft, and it’s nasty the way Sam’s gut immediately takes a downward turn. He draws up on his elbows, looking past the screen into the tiny kitchenette. Dean, leaning against the wall with his shoulders hunched in, the cord tangled in his fingers. Chick from a movie talking to her crush, Sam thinks, and his second thought is--worse. “Yeah, Dad. See you.”

He hangs up and sighs. When he turns around he’s surprised for some reason, seeing Sam watching him. “Dad’s gonna be another week,” Dean says, and wipes his forehead with the back of his arm. He’s still wearing jeans, and that Ozzy tour t-shirt they found at the thrift mart. Overdressed, to Sam’s mind. Dean flaps his shirt, his white belly showing. “How do people live here. It’s so frickin’ hot, man.”

“Yeah,” Sam says, sounding braindead. How do they live.

They weren’t supposed to be here. California, Dad had promised, and Dean lit up with talking about going to the beach, cool breezes and girls in bikinis. Of course, when they stalled out here with five hundred miles to go, because Dad caught wind of weird deaths in the Chiricahua Mountains, Dean didn’t complain a peep. He went out with Dad one night--left Sam alone, in this same dumpy motel, to stew and worry--and then he came back by himself the next morning, fretful but loyal. Told Sam, Dad’s got it covered, don’t worry. Like that was what Sam was worried about. Dean had a bruise, on his shoulder, when he came back. Sam laid awake, wondering--knowing. Knowing. He’s always known.

The motel has a pool, if you can call it that. A crappy small kidney bean with no shade, carved out of bleached-white kool deck. It gets locked up at night but they figured out pretty quick that the motel manager’s a drunk and doesn’t give a damn what they do, and so it’s something to occupy them at night--a padlock Sam could’ve picked when he was nine, a six pack of beer they share because Dean can actually get it legally, now. “Not as fun that way,” Dean says, shrugging. Sam rolls his eyes and shoves water at his face, which makes Dean splutter predictable as ever--which makes him dive for Sam, predictable as ever--which means they wrestle, trying to dunk each other, and Sam’s got new height but Dean’s got more experience, and Sam wants to win but--but Dean’s skin is slick-silk, even in the over-chlorinated water, and he’s warm and weightless, and whoever wins Sam’s held right up close against his body and has Dean laughing and right here, right here, with him and nowhere else.

Nobody comes out this way. Not this time of year. There’s a tired hispanic family that checks in, one night, and they have a pretty daughter maybe Sam’s age--who smiles at Dean, shy but interested, and Dean grins at her, blows her a kiss, until her dad sees and she gets berated in a quiet barrage of Spanish. “Dude, I am an international man of mystery,” Dean says, and Sam rolls his eyes and says, “Okay, Austin Powers,” and that was--shit, a mistake, because he knows that instantly Dean’s going to do his terrible Mike Myers impression--but then the phone rings in their room, and Dean’s face changes instantly, and he disappears inside while Sam bangs his head back against the stucco. He doesn’t need to hear to know Dean’s saying, obedient, yessir. Sam looks out at the fire-colored sunset and wonders, bitter, if Dean’s dick gets hard every time he does.

Sick. Not that Sam has room to throw stones. When they finally drag themselves out of the pool--one a.m., four beers under Dean’s belt and two under Sam’s--half the time Dean’ll just change right there, in the kitchenette on, making a puddle on the linoleum. “Dude,” Sam will always say, throwing up hands like it’s gross--because he knows he’s supposed to find it gross--and Dean always says, “Like you don’t love it,” smug. They hardly go out in the day, too damn hot, and so he’s pale, pale, everywhere, his back and the pretty curve of his ass and his legs, bowed out at the knee where Sam knows he’d fit, where he’d slide his hips between them and it’d feel--right. Cowboy legs, Dad called ‘em once, kind of drunk, and Dean had immediately darted a look at Sam and his ears had gone bright red--and Sam had looked away, thinking, yeah. Made for riding.

Seriously, sick. Sicker that he bets he wasn’t the only one in the room having that thought. Sicker, that when Dean tugs up dry boxers and turns around, Sam doesn’t look away fast enough, and Dean sees him and his face does--some strange thing, something Sam doesn’t know how to interpret. His amulet swings in the middle of his pale chest and Sam wants to get up, grab him by it, pull him in. Ask him--why not Sam? Why, if it was going to be anyone--

“Dude, earth to Samuel,” Dean says, and Sam blinks and refocuses. Dean frowns at him, kinda smiling-kinda not. “You gonna sleep in your wet trunks? Get a move on, weirdo.”

“You’re weird,” Sam says, automatic and dumb, and Dean rolls his eyes, throws himself back onto his own bed. Sam looks at him--his knees, spread--his nipples getting hard in the damp cool air--and then looks away. He has to, because if he doesn’t then he has to do something, and he just doesn’t know what to do.

Dad swings by--middle of the night, the next night. Sam’s asleep until the door opens, and then his eyes slam open at the wall away from the door, listening to the low conversation happening behind his back. Everything okay? Yeah, kiddo. Just needed a resupply. Salt and a few other things. Gotta head back into the mountains but I think I’ve about got it cleaned out. Can I help? No--this is a stealth mission, can’t risk it. I’m just taking a shower before I head out. Wanted to stop by and make sure you boys were okay. We’re okay, Dad. Do you...

The bathroom door closes, very quietly. Sam breathes, twice, and sits up, and the room’s empty. He looks at the bathroom door, and the water rushes on, and he can’t hear talking--it’s not Dean sitting on the toilet giving a debrief while Dad cleans up blood and guts, not like they’ve done before--and it takes Sam a minute to realize that he’s chubbing up, his mouth dry because he’s just staring at the pale pink paintjob, and he’s imagining--cowboy legs. Fuck.

They don’t try to wake Sam up, before Dad leaves. The room door closes and Dean fixes up the locks again, and when Sam turns over he’s got his forehead pressed against the paint, his hair still wet and his boxers barely tugged on, and Sam--jesus, how’s he supposed to take it? There’s an engine sound--the peel-out of tires on gravel. Dad’s gone, again. “Good visit?” Sam says, and Dean jumps, looks at Sam over his shoulder.

“Shit, dude, nearly gave me a heart attack,” Dean says. Frowns, after a second. “You woke up?”

“I’ve been here the whole time, Dean,” Sam says, and Dean’s frown gets deeper before his eyes go wide. It’d be kind of funny if Sam weren’t pissed. “Like--I’m not deaf, you know?”

Dean doesn’t say anything. Sam gets up, crosses the room, and Dean doesn’t say anything still until Sam’s right in front of him--both of them in their bare feet and Sam’s got half an inch on him, even if he’s still trying to get the muscle--and Dean says finally, “Sammy, what--” but it’s a little late because Sam’s got his hands on Dean’s arms--damp, warm--and presses him back, against the door.

This close, Sam can see a red mark--a circle, on Dean’s shoulder where normally it’d be covered by a t-shirt--and he thinks, sudden sick certainty, that soon it’ll turn into a bruise. “You let him,” Sam says, and Dean looks--actually panicked. Sam squeezes his arms, rocks him a little against the door. “You let him.”

He does. Eager, like a puppy thrilled that its master came home. Dean stares back and forth between Sam’s eyes, mouth half-open waiting for an excuse to come--but there’s no excuse, they both know it, because Sam’s not deaf and he’s not blind and Dean was just in the shower, too, and there’s a mark on his shoulder, and Sam leans forward in raw stupid hope and kisses Dean. Clumsy--too much force, and their teeth clack--but he pushes in, pins their hips together, holds Dean tight, and realigns their mouths right and licks in. Dean breathes shock, doesn’t participate, and Sam tastes inside--beer, but--whiskey, too--and they haven’t had whiskey, not for weeks, and that means--that means--

Dean flinches--licks at him, too--gets his hands up and pushes at Sam’s ribs and breaks their mouths apart. Sam pants at him, an inch away. Dean’s eyes are bright, wide, his lips wet. “Sammy, what are you doing?” he says, like that’s not fucking obvious.

Sam licks his lips, tastes that phantom flavor. He lets Dean’s arms go and slides down his sides, to his hips, and presses forward until his knee’s between Dean’s knees--that open space. Space that’s maybe already been filled tonight, and the thought makes Sam’s gut lurch. Sloppy seconds. “You gonna let me, too?” he says. Dean’s hand splays against his stomach, holding, while his face goes slowly and deeply red. Sam ducks in, kisses his mouth soft and brief. Dean inhales sharp and his face, when Sam pulls back again, looks somehow dazed. Like soft isn’t what he expected. “We’re supposed to take care of each other. You and me.”

“Sam,” Dean says, rougher, and Sam cups his face in both hands and kisses him, soft, and again, and on the third Dean makes a weird small noise and holds Sam’s waist, fingers digging in, clutching and desperate. Yes, Sam thinks, groaning--yes, Dean touching him--yes, he thinks, at the car driving off into the night--because he’s Dean’s but Dean is his, and maybe with this, finally, he won’t be anyone else’s.

#fffb #azothel #wincest #dean/john #the full house of wincest #my writing

[nutty1005]

(Excerpt) Exclusive Interview – The Story Behind “Cao Yu’s Special 110 Year Old Commemoration Event”

Original Article: https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/TVxr2OkA_NRlCsvsEzRsVQ This article is published by Blogger World 博客天下 Weixin on 31 Aug 2020. I only extracted the portions that spoke about Xiao Zhan and how they made contact. 

01 Youth

Tens of thousands of fans flood into the live broadcast, not only to see their idol, who had not been seen for a while, but also to enjoy a feast of plays strung together by Cao Yu and Wan Fang. Exclamations such as “I didn’t know plays were this amazing” and “I want to watch at least once in the theaters” were seen in the scrolling comments.

This was the first time the theater attempted live broadcast. Wang Keran was not sure whether this attempt could aptly showcase the difference between plays and television dramas – how it is done “live” and how it can interact with the audience, “but what I know is, in this day and age, most audience choose to watch online, hence I will use this method to showcase the charm of theaters.”

Wang Keran’s thought was – how do we commemorate Cao Yu? “Can it be considered a commemoration by simply acting his works on stage?” He felt that something was simply missing.

He wanted a youth, to raise questions on Cao Yu’s works – and via these questions, highlight the vitality that links up the stories and the lives of our youth.

Wang Keran feels that, as classics, there should be a certain core vitality to it that crosses time, and touches the hearts of people regardless of the era. If they did not create the chance for the youth to understand the classics, it might instead create estrangements and misunderstandings.

The Chinese Central Drama Group used “Cao Yu’s Special 110 Year Commemoration Event” as the starting point to begin the conversation, in hopes of resonating with the audience.

Wang Keran said “The core of the conversation is, can Cao Yu’s works still stir up people’s emotions?”

The commemorative segment on Wan Fang and Xiao Zhan’s “Conversation of Two Eras” was birthed under such a thought.

As the daughter of renowned author Cao Yu, as well as a famous playwright in her own right, Wan Fang has an open attitude. She felt that this should be a question to be left to actors “On one hand, classics that has the hallmark of its era, but on the other hand, its influence also goes beyond its era. How do you portray that? How do you face new audiences?”

The emphasis on “current”, is a special feature of the Chinese Central Drama Group.

According to statistics for the audiences of Chinese Central Drama Group, 60% are aged 18 to 40, 70% are below 45, 90% are below 55. This is related to Wang Keran’s view on theater, to him, the audiences are able to project their mental rhythm onto the stories portrayed in theaters, “Plays are always reflecting the spiritual unrest of the people now, under the current circumstances.”

For many late nights, Wang Keran spent him time with pop culture. He saw all kinds of popular works, fantasy literature, and also books recommended by the interns in the theater. He is 50 this year, and hence it was difficult for him to be interested in some of the works, but he still persisted, “I feel that as someone who is in performing arts, if I can’t communicate with teeagers, that I’ll be really old. My age is like this, but my expressions cannot cause the youth to feel that there is a gap between us.”

Before this live broadcast attempt, he already started using TV celebrities on stage. Starting from “Watching TV with You” (TN: A play), he has invited stars from all age groups to leave their mark on the Chinese Central Drama Group.

This was not a mere commercial consideration.  Wang Keran felt, plays are an art of “actor”. In the history of Chinese Opera and theater history, it is common to be headlined by the actor, and fans attending for the sake of the actor is almost traditional.

“Which of the Chinese plays were not acted by the biggest star of that era? If the star is suitable, we would invite him/her. I need the star, I just need him/her to stand there, so that more people would believe and understand the charm of the theater.”

In stirring up the interests of young audiences, he always had this optimistic faith – “Many youth, while exploring why that pudding is delicious, is also exploring why pain and suffering descends upon them, why happiness is like a bright light, momentary but yet gives so much deeply enjoyable emotions to themselves.”

When Cao Yu wrote “Thunder Rain”, he was also a youth. When “Thunder Rain” premiered in China on 1935, it was organized by Gusong Drama Group from Tianjin City Normal School, and the 25 year old Cao Yu went to direct the rehearsals. All the actors were students, the set came from the school shed, they rehearsed during the summer break and acted in the school hall.

No matter it was via a popular celebrity, or via live broadcast, Wang Keran wanted to share and introduce theater to more youths.

02 Questions

Before this, Wang Keran never heard of Xiao Zhan. There was once a friend who brought up that this young man might be interested in plays, but he did not think much of it.

However, after a string of events, he felt that this young man is quite interesting, “The most mysterious thing about a person’s life is how impermanent it is, and this is also where the soul of theater lies.”

“This person Xiao Zhan, is a question, isn’t it?”

When organizing “Cao Yu’s Special 110 Year Commemoration Event”, he asked his friend to bring Xiao Zhan a message, with a mission – raise some questions to Wan Fang’s “Journey of Winter” and “You and I”.

“I’m just seeing if we’re fated, if he could ask the questions.” Wang Keran hoped that the questions could highlight the deep thought and analysis of the current youth.

A few days later, Xiao Zhan replied a long list of 20 to 30 questions, to his amazement, and hence sealed the collaboration. After the broadcast, many speculations left Wang Keran laughing at how ridiculous they were.

“Some came to my Weibo to attack me, said that the questions were prepared by us for him. Excuse me, I’m 50 already, I really can’t ask questions like a 20 year old.”

“Aren’t you worried that Xiao Zhan would bring about some negative doubts?”

When “Blogger World” raised the same question, Wang Keran said “Let them question. Wan Fang and I, both of us just have one statement, if we are always moving forward with ‘truth’, then we will do what we should do.”

In this special event, the conversation between Wan Fang and Xiao Zhan, they started with writing and they quietly touched on life experiences, Wan Fang brought up “sincerity”, “choice”, “confusion”, which were exactly the things that Xiao Zhan was facing, and it showcased the strength of two eras resonating with each other. This was exactly the effect Wang Keran was looking for.

He used Xiao Zhan, but rejected using this as a major publicity point, because “we do not want so much traffic, we want strength.”

Wan Fang explained the meaning of “pain” for an actor to Xiao Zhan – “All that you have experienced, including pain, I feel that there will be a chance to portray its positive side. When you are portraying a certain character, you will be able to have a deeper understanding.”

She also used the same feeling to describe the creativity rush that “pain” bestowed upon her – “If your life is especially happy, especially joyful, then you might not have thought of creating anything, because you just need to enjoy what you have, no one would ask – why am I so happy? Only when you are in adversity, then you would have many questions, what is this for? What should I do? This is the source of creativity.”

This type of questioning can be seen throughout Wan Fang’s “You and I”, as she remembers her parents. She once said to her younger sister, the main pursuit of writing this book was truth. Her sister rebutted, “What you know isn’t really the truth, only fragments.”

Although Wan Fang agreed with this opinion, she also felt, “I must find it between these fragments. Truth exists from seeking it, isn’t the act of seeking a form of truth?”

She admitted that she is a “limited” “truthful” author. In this book, she never conclusively tells you how the experiences of Cao Yu was like. She even inserted blurred memories from different people. Readers would not be able to see the truth directly, but they could feel the realism of the memories.

Wan Fang split her creative works into two parts – one belonging to TV dramas, “There will be stray thoughts, the audience would be considered, the ratings would be considered”; and another belonging to literature and theater. There she wrote from her heart, realistically using her emotions then and her questions then. She always believed that “things with stray thoughts, won’t be really good things.”

How do you move the audience with works written so personally by the author?

“I cannot represent everything, but I can represent many. As long as you have an understanding of the truth behind human nature, you can try your best to understand, to explore, the expression of truth can represent many people.”

Wang Keran rejected using “lead” to describe the meaning of theater in culture – because leading is a form of education, but theater is not. It never wanted to conclude anything, it only wanted to be the path to truth, to soothe the bewilderment of humans, to express the depth of souls.

Just like that day, Wan Fang answered Xiao Zhan, “What is the core of a piece of work? It is questions. The process of creating a piece of work is a process of questioning, just a journey of nearing the answer, of finding the answer.”

And in questions, there are infinitely vast and rich nutrients, enriching the souls of humans.

#xiao zhan #sean xiao #xiaozhan #肖战

[chestersallya]

Throughout all the eastern and middle portions of the state, the planters very rarely reside permanently on their plantations.

This is an awful state of things, and, if the people were destitute of the Bible, and the various means of information which they possess, there might be some hope of reform. Throughout all the eastern and middle portions of the state, the planters very rarely reside permanently on their plantations. Doyal! He is opposed to the separation of families, and, therefore, wishes to sell this woman in the neighborhood of Camden Point, where her family ties are,—perhaps her husband and children, her brothers or sisters. I couldn't move. Give me ninety days and ninety nights without a murder, and I will know that you are worthy of a throne. A former Bristol resident, he also resided in Ocean City, NJ and then Portland, ME for six years before recently returning to Plainville. Oh, Ivan Petrovitch, my heart’s very heavy! She declares she’s cheerful and content, but I don’t believe her. I make them work and I explain things. “What is he thinking about?” I went on wondering. The object is to bring to justice those fiendish people who

pantofi sport cu scai barbati

burn, scald, mutilate, &c. They’re not easy to forget. Freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever. They will make sales of negroes in estates, and would say to Commissioners, Executors and Administrators, that they will make their sales on favorable terms. Once Duck had caught a glimpse of a hull that he insisted belonged to Urho the Unwashed. I have no need of blushing maidens looking to be protected, but I will take as many spearwives as will come.”. nike air max 102 essential white Although the changes are affecting children of all ages, some of the most marked differences are being seen among those aged 10, 11 and 12, the polo raflorene pre adolescent age group referred to as "tweens". She was pre deceased by her husband, Andrew Fraser; her brother, Peter Cober, her sister in law, Barbara Battle and several nieces and nephews. As the captain, part of the responsibility to make sure the new players and veterans mesh together falls on Koerner's shoulders. Go to King’s Landing and look on Tommen with your own eyes, if you doubt me. Whether the broken ship was Blackbird, one of Stannis Baratheon’s sellsails, or some passing trader, the crew of the Storm Crow had not been able to discern. Javan Medema passed 12 for 19 for 140 yards. For 18 months or more, he has been going to build a wall no one duci alkalmi ruha needs, what is disco duro externo pita the rush now? If Mexico is going to pay, then get the money in hand first.. John H. Through most of the 20th century, sunglasses merely dimmed down light, helping wearers see better in bright environments. The key to saving our future lies buried moustiquaire lit 1 personne ikea in the secrets of the past, in the hidden history of Transformers on Earth. And here’s Nikolay Sergeyitch gone to town, too (he’ll be back to tea). Having oakley canteen heard the statement of Madame Duparc and her daughter, he coach madison decided that it was his duty to lodge an information oakley fat cat against Marie before the Procurator of the king, at Caen.. More than 250 guests turned out for the event, including a large contingent of polo raflorene Pasadenans. Whilst Young Griff went off with Septa Lemore to be instructed in the mysteries of the Faith, Tyrion stripped off the wet clothes and donned dry ones. You can find the full list from WalletHub here.. His adidas mariposas wrister went off the glove of goaltender Max Stang and into the net for his fifth of the season and his first since Dec. Hurricane Sandy cost the NYC metro area $50 billion. The poster exhibition will fehér női bőr csizma share many stories of African American and African diaspora people and their contributions to the local community and the American story.. He has nearly 30 years of experience, including leading 787 Business Operations and Program Management Office leadership for Boeing Business Jets and 747/767/777 airplane production in Everett. He remembered tales Old Nan had told them of storms that raged for forty days and forty nights, for a year, for ten years … storms that buried castles and cities and whole kingdoms under a hundred feet of snow.. Evenson's edge, of course, is a bit further out than Hammett's. Davos sat beside his candle and looked at the letters he had scratched out word by word during the days of his confinement. Jeyne’s pale skin was pebbled with gooseprickles. Flutter kicks aren't the only ab exercise that contribute to tight hip flexors. She was not escaping from cruel oppressors, but from friends who loved and cherished her. With its charming brick walls, wooden display windows, nostalgic old telephones and iron chandeliers, the interior d creates a sense of subtlety, which captures the legacy and essence of New Balance. It appears another stolen trail bike that was stolen on the 29th November from a Harden address batteria ai polimeri di litio amazon was left at the residence. “If you mean to kill me, do it and be damned for a kinslayer. They added new appliances, cabinetry, floorings, windows and whatever else was needed. The result was a strident letter to Bettman, copied to presidents of the other Canadian franchises, in which the airline threatened to sever its commercial relationship with the game.. There's a lot happening at once as the show ends, so what I've been thinking about is, like: What is the substance of your life? Who are the people you make a difference with? What is your job? At what point do you start looking at yourself in an honest way?. Since the base clock is 100MHz and the Core i5 3470 has a peak Turbo frequency of 3.6GHz, its max stock Turbo multiplier is 36. The model we look at here is that car in facelifted form. The ASUS ROG R9 290X MATRIX P was rather irrelevant in these comparisons. I knew on what business he had come, and had been expecting his visit. The Core 500's 9.7 pound (4.4 kg) heft belies the fact that Fractal didn't skimp on the build quality front, either. The fifth was a little thing, with straight black hair and golden skin. El museo is pleased to present reflections, a side by side exhibition showcasing the work of twenty two buffalo public school art teachers with creations by their own students and children. There are amazing views of the city. Tyrion pulled the curtain back an inch to peer outside, but there was little to see but ochre fields, bare brown elms, and the road itself, a broad stone highway that ran straight as a spear to the horizon. At Portage and Main, when she will be joined by Team Ladybug and pound the pavement to Higgins and Main and back again.. I must own I was scared. With Jhiqui’s help, she wound the tokar about herself correctly on her third attempt. Indian fans should really stop over reacting here. They need never know how difficult it had been, or how much it had cost her. Touch of Gold (Nimbus, $12.95) by Vivien Gorham of Dartmouth is a shoe in for horse lovers and gets a nod from Shelley Peterson who wrote a series of horse novels for y/a readers. It is of almost identical design, with wavy aluminum fins soldered on the liquid pass through channels; however, although it might only be a coincidence, we should note that the number of deformations/imperfections of the fins is notably lower..

[obligatorynasty]

Pretty sure stripper!peter has been done before, but my brain wouldn’t let me write anything else unless I wrote this first, so yeah.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Silk and Honey (Stripper!Peter)

“FRI, you’re sure this is the place?” Tony stood atop an adjacent building, donning his stealth suit and staring down at the mess of neon lights, drunk patrons, and loud music spilling from the establishment.

“Yes,” FRIDAY replied. “Surveillance from nearby security and traffic cameras indicate that the target, Spider-Man, was last seen entering this building from a back entrance at approximately 9:50 PM.”

“FRIDAY, this is a strip club.”

“That is a correct assessment of the location, boss.”

“I don’t remember programming any of that sass.” Tony grinned, knowing that the AI must have learned it from him. “Okay, let’s ditch the suit.” He jumped into an alleyway, easing his fall with his boot thrusters as the nanotech melted away from his body to reveal a classic Tony Stark gray suit. “I can see the headlines now: Tony Stark enters Gay Strip Club under the Guise of Night.” He laughed as he fastened his cuff buttons, adjusted his hair, and placed his signature sunglasses on his face. “Pep’s not going to let me hear the end of this one, is she?”

FRIDAY’s interface gleamed across the surface of the glasses, “Analysis of previous instances leads to a no, boss.”

Tony rolled his eyes at his digital assistant and exited the alley. As he approached the building, crowds of eyes and gossip surrounded him, yet, he kept himself in stride, completely unfazed by the chatter. He was used to it after all. At the door, a bouncer’s face lit up, “Oh wow! Sir, you’re Tony Stark!”

“Yes,” Tony sighed. “And you’re nondescript strip club bouncer.” He gave the man a bored look. “And you also happen to be in the way.” The smug grin that undoubtedly appeared on his lips was one that Rhodey always told him not to use because it’s rude and makes people feel inferior.  But Tony had no time to worry about the bouncer’s response. He had a spider to catch.

The inside of the club was dimly lit with purple hues, save for the stage which was basked in a warm red spotlight. The place reeked of boozy drinks and the men that drank them. They sat in chairs that encircled the stage, grabbing at the young male servers and throwing dollars at the blonde stripper dancing around the center pole. The music was energetic and the dancer was even more so, popping his body in time and gaining perverted whistles from the groups of men.

Tony took a seat at the bar that spanned the back wall and tapped against the wooden surface to get the bartender’s attention. “Hey, you.”

The bartender peeked up. “Yes, sir?”

“Would you happen to know if any high school kids work here?”

“No, sir! Absolutely not!” The bartender was adamant. “Everyone who works here is eighteen or older. We would never hire someone younger than that.”

“Sure you wouldn’t.” Tony deadpanned. “Then does someone by the name Pe-?”

“Now wasn’t that just a phenomenal performance! Show our boy some love!” The DJ’s voice boomed over the music, and Tony’s conversation, as the blonde boy on stage quickly collected his earnings and sauntered backstage. “The next dancer we have for you is our newest boy-” The men hollered at the announcement like a pack of wild dogs. “And clearly a fan favorite I see. Let’s get those dollars out for the young, gravity-defying beauty himself. Make some noise for Silk and Honey!”

All the lights in the club went dark, except for the stage’s red spotlight, and the men practically howled when it happened. From behind the curtain, a young boy stepped onto the stage and posed, face turned away from the crowd. He wore a loose black outfit that covered every inch of his body and as the music began lowly drumming through the darkness, the fabric flowed in time.

The kid swayed his hips to the sensual rhythms and took ginger steps towards the pole. His feet strapped in shiny sliver stilettos and his nose and mouth covered in a white silk mask that hooked on the ears. He clutched the pole, strutting around it and rolling his body to the music. And when one man screamed a very distracting ‘Take it off!’, the boy obliged. Without halting his mesmerizing movements, the kid’s hands danced at the bottom of the loose shirt in a tease before pulling upwards, revealing a white strappy chest harness that made Tony’s mouth go dry. The pants were next to go. They tore away in a quick motion and unveiled a pair of silk booty shorts that cupped his body in a way that left nothing to the imagination.

“Boss, image analysis indicates that Silk and Honey’s physique is an exact match for Spider-Man’s.”

***

“Okay, let’s just not talk for a sec, FRI.” Tony blushed, realizing that he was being enraptured by his target but making the hasty decision to let himself have this. He wanted to watch.

The kid grabbed the pole again and hopped towards it, his legs hooking the pole at the knees as his body spun around effortlessly. The sensual rotations gained delighted cheers from the men fawning over him. As he eased himself down into a headstand, they threw stacks of ones against the stage, and as he dropped his legs into a split, the crowd clapped and whistled. From his place at the bar, Tony intensely stared, unbelievably enamored with the boy’s flexible body and the way it moved.

The kid commanded the attention of everyone in the room. He was breathtaking. His performance was full of aerial tricks; spins and kicks and climbs and drops. Tony found himself holding his breath, especially when those heels clicked together or those creamy legs spread apart and the light hit them just right. Or when he dropped against the floor on his knees and bent over like he was being fucked. Tony knew it was just typical stripper floor work – there was nothing inherently special about it – but something about the way the kid did it made blood rush to Tony’s pants.

Then the kid’s song began to culminate, and the hollering from the men was in crescendo as if to beg for one final move. And the kid rewarded them. He climbed to the top of the pole and flipped, maintaining his poise and treating the ceiling as the floor. Again, he strutted around the pole, rolling his body to the music, but this time, he was upside down. It was so beautiful and seamless and, just as the DJ said, gravity-defying. Tony wanted to watch more. He almost needed it.

The kid finished his performance with a drop that made the whole room gasp. He was centimeters off the floor, thighs clutching the pole, body in an alluring plank, and eyes smiling at his fans who showered his body in money.

“Give it up for the illustrious Silk and Honey! Always a treat when he hits the stage!” As the DJ spoke and the kid collected his earnings, the low purple lights switched back on. “Before we move on to our next dancer, my boss says I must remind you that private shows can be requested at the bar! Now, next up...” The DJ began announcing the next talent but Tony stopped listening; his brain overrun by thoughts of the kid’s performance.

“Boss, I’m detecting an increased heart rate and blood pooling in the gr-”

“Didn’t I ask for no talking?” Tony whispered under his breath.

“You requested a sec, which, through analyzing your usage statistics, I have calculated to be somewhere in the interval of one second to two hours. Therefore, I am unable to deduce the proper amount of waiting time.”

Tony rolled his eyes at his AI, ignoring her sass once again and, instead, grabbing the bartender’s attention. “Get me a private room with Silk and Honey.”

“Yes, sir.” The bartender nodded and began ringing up Tony’s purchase on the register. “How much time would you like to-?”

“All of it.”

“Excuse me?”

“All of it,” Tony repeated with a sarcastic glint in his eye. “As in from now until closing.”

The bartender gave a surprised face but didn’t dare question the large sum of money Tony dropped on the boy. “You can go to the third room. He will meet you there.”

Without a thank you, Tony moved towards the private room area to the left of the bar. It was separated by a satin curtain and guarded by a bouncer that nodded and waved him in as he approached. The hallway was filled with the aroma of liquor and the sounds of satisfied men. When Tony reached the third door, it had a small sign hanging on it with Silk and Honey written in cursive.

“Mr. Stark?”

Tony’s gaze snapped to the voice behind him. The kid was standing there. His mouth and nose were still hidden behind his mask and his body was still wrapped in that sexy leather harness, those eye-catching heels, and those scandalous short shorts. Tony’s breath caught but he parted his lips to speak anyway. “That would be me, kid.”

The kid’s eyes sparkled and his cheeks raised, and Tony couldn’t help but picture the sweet smile that lay beneath the veil. “Thank you for paying for me tonight.” He placed a hand in Tony’s and pushed open the door. Inside was lit like the club, low and purple. There was a raised platform with a single pole and a sofa facing it. “Sit here, Mr. Stark. I want you to be very comfortable.”

Tony took a seat, “How old are you, kid?”

“I’m of age.” The kid’s heels rhythmically clicked against the black linoleum as he stepped on top of the platform, placing a hand on the pole. “Now, is there anything special that I can do for you, Mr. Stark?”

Tony cleared his throat, knowing that he needed to throw away his attraction to the kid and focus on his mission. He knew he needed to confront him about being Spider-Man. He knew he had to ask why Peter Parker, a seventeen year-old high school student, was working as a stripper. He knew he had to do these things. But he didn’t.

“Why don’t you start by taking those shorts off for me?”

-

Part 2: x

#starker #obligatorywrites

[lunaris-laments]

Ezra x Hunter - Lightly Kissing a Bruise

Anonymous request: Love ur writing! Could I request a # 7 Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise for Hunter/Ezra please? Whenever you have the time thank you so much for putting requests out!

From the 50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You” prompt list.

Thank you for requesting! <3 i hope you like it and i'm so sorry it took so long, ive been very busy lately,,,,,

also thank you for 50 followers!! so sorry i’ve been mia for ages

**

You only briefly glanced at the ‘closed’ sign hanging on the door of the shop, sighing in relief, before hauling yourself inside. You pushed the door shut with your heel and leaned back against the wall - rugged breaths, aching body, and flushed cheeks from the biting wind outside.

“Ezra?” you gasped out, eyes darting from the counter to the shelves of goods. You heard some clattering and a hushed curse, finally looking over to the curtain which parted to reveal your lover. Ezra’s features pulled taut with worry, he rushed over to you to support you, walking you into the living room. You collapsed onto the sofa and your heavy limbs melded into the soft cushions as Ezra knelt in front of you.

He caressed your knee and you flinched. “Are you badly hurt?”

The way he gazed up at you - like he would drop everything he was doing just to take care of you… which he probably just did.

“I’m okay, just… tired. And a little sore.” your eyelids threatened to slip closed the second you stopped talking.

The witch let out a strained chuckle. “More like exhausted.”  He reached up to press a soft kiss on your forehead and tugged at your clothes. “If you want to get healed then you’re going to need to take these off.”

You shifted, grunting painfully but forcing a laugh, and pushed the fabric off your shoulder. “Are you sure this isn’t just a way to get me into bed?”

Ezra scoffed and ignored your comment, getting to work. His fingers emitted a soft glow, swirls of turquoise and flecks of gold reflecting off your skin when he touched you. Now with your tattered shirt slipped off, his hands roamed over the purple-blooming bruises and shallow gashes littering your torso. It wasn't as bad as other times you came stumbling through his door at an ungodly hour of the morning, but it hurt like hell and your body was spent.

Slowly but surely, the burning of your cuts and marks of your battle ceased, sealed, and faded. Sighing with relief, you wrapped a soft woolen blanket around yourself, slouching and tipping your head back as Ezra made work of your trousers.

"Just what were you doing, my Hunter?" You smiled sheepishly and shrugged while Ezra ran his hands over your calves, returning mauve skin to its original colour. He leaned over a final bruise on your knee, staring up at you through dark lashes, emerald gaze twinkling in the candlelight.

"You know that I'll be here to help you whenever I can, but… I'm worried about you. You come home in the middle of the night, injured and exhausted. You're pushing yourself to the limit and it's breaking you - my magic can only do so much." For once, his voice was stern. Guilt weighed on your heart, realising how much sleep he must have lost over this - over you.

"Ezra, I didn't know you felt that way…" You brought his hands up to your face, lightly kissing his knuckles through your words. "I'm sorry. If I'm being honest, I don't like living this way, but crime rates and violence between species are getting worse lately. They’re sending out every Enforcer they can to keep it under control…” A single finger pushes gently on your lips to halt your words, and he smiles sweetly up at you, seeing you grow distressed with the politics of your job. You didn’t notice how tense your shoulders became, but they unravel and slump eventually.

“Alright, enough work talk. I want you to relax tonight.”

Ezra closed his eyes and tilted his head, letting his lips brush your knee, his warmth overpowering. You blink, the bruise has disappeared, and you feel suddenly rejuvenated. “However will I thank you for everything you do for me?” Sighing blissfully, you pet his thick locks, twirling his white strands between your fingers and nails massaging his scalp. Still on his knees, Ezra rests his head on your thigh and revels in the attention, and you can feel his breath fanning your leg.

“You don’t have to do anything for me; just stay safe enough to come back home at the end of the night.”

#wtncgame #wtnc #when the night comes #wtnc fanfiction #wtnc finn #wtnc ezra #wtnc alkar #wtnc omen #wtnc august #wtnc piper #ezra lyon #ezra x hunter #my writing

[kingofdirtandnothing]

@polyfacetious big ass Christmas Drabble Extravagaza: Day Six

Alexander was the best kind of regular. He was the curious kind. He would come to the shop, squint up at the chalkboard with those lovely blue eyes, and then finally choose the next thing on the list. If he was trying to be subtle about slowly working his way down the menu, then he needed some work. It was sweet, it was just not subtle.

But today, he’d come in and sat himself up at one of the tables near the window, an impressive scowl painted across that pretty face. (Alexander had some remarkably expressive eyebrows. You could read his mood with them alone.)

Which meant Magnus was spending his morning rush worrying about what exactly had set his favorite customer on such a sour path this morning. He spares a glance over while he steams milk for a matcha latte, and finds Alec staring daggers out of the shop’s front window. But there was no one out there. And Magnus was reasonably certain that Alexander wasn’t angry with Diego’s taco stand. 

What could make such a sweet natured man so sour? It wasn’t girlfriend trouble, Magnus knew that much, thanks to one memorable morning where a young lady gave Alexander her number and when she walked away, he looked at it like she’d handed him a raw mackerel. Boyfriend troubles, maybe?

Magnus hoped not, for his own selfish reasons. He could practically feel Bilbo’s eyes on him from across the shop. Yes yes, he knew he had to get on his side of the promise. No, he wasn’t going to do it right now, in broad daylight in an open tea shop, Bilbo Baggins. Stop judging. 

With the last customer of this burst gone away with their tea and their scones and their lovely pastries, Magnus slips out from behind the counter before his good sense could get the better of him. “Lovely day, isn’t it?” That felt like a good enough segue into conversation, given the fact that Alexander was currently glaring at a cloud. 

But much like the clouds would break this afternoon and the sun would shine through, that sour expression on Alexander’s face breaks apart and reveals the sunshine of his lovely smile beneath. A sheepish, nervous smile, but a smile nonetheless. “Uh..yeah. It is.”

That’s all the opening that Magnus needed. He slips into the seat across from Alec at the small bistro table, hands clasped in front of him. His nails were a gorgeous sea green, in keeping with the summer season. There was even a sheen of glitter built into the polish itself. Magnus was positively in love with the color. “How have you been?” Magnus has to resist the urge to jump straight to ‘what’s wrong?’ People didn’t like being called out like that.

“Oh, good. I’m good.” Alexander was a squirmer, when he was nervous. Magnus knew because he never saw Alec move around in his seat like a worm on a hook until Magnus was sitting across from him. It was flatteringly adorable. “You?”

“I’m wonderful, thank you.” And if he didn’t get them out of this cesspool of polite conversation, they might never get to the meat of the problem. Magnus only had so long until his next batch of regulars came in. A quick glance at the clocked showed him it was a little before 8:30. He had about twenty minutes for this conversation, tops. 

What a world to live in, when reckless and carefree Magnus Bane cared enough about a man’s opinion to schedule in time to talk him through his feelings between customers. Bilbo was probably cackling into his dough right as they spoke. The bastard. 

“So why don’t you tell me why you’ve been sitting here, looking like the most handsome thundercloud I’ve ever laid eyes on?” So maybe that was laying it on a bit thick. But Alexander was a sight for sore eyes on any day, effortlessly gorgeous. It was enough to take someone like Magnus, who spent half an hour in front of the mirror every morning, feel jealous. 

Then again, getting to lay eyes on that effortlessly handsome face every day was enough to push the jealousy back and replace it with a four letter word. 

Lust. The word was lust. Not the other “L” word, which Magnus was going to avoid the damned plague. 

Alexander stutters for a moment, blue eyes huge and wide before he gives up, laughing at himself as he turns his eyes back to the window. “Yeah, sorry about that. I’m not trying to bring the mood down or anything.” Alec’s accent was all New York, and before him, Magnus would have never thought that was something he would find attractive. 

An English accent was lovely. An Irish accent was enough to make a man weak in the knees. Magnus himself had a personal weakness when it came to French accents. But in the grand scheme of American accents, New York wouldn’t be anywhere near the top of the list. Or at least, it wouldn’t have been before Alexander. 

There was something about the way he spoke, the same kind of effortless charm that went with his finger combed hair and his (truly hideous, it was a marvel) worn out sweaters. Magnus has always loved a sharp dressed man. But there was something so incredibly genuine about Alec Lightwood that it had made its way under his skin, and he couldn’t get free. 

“You don’t bring the mood down.” Far from it. Seeing Alexander was often the highlight of Magnus’ day. “So go ahead and tell me what’s on your mind.” Magnus cups his chin in his palm, watching Alec through the fan of his lashes. He was never going to tire of the way Alec’s eyes darted down to his lips when Magnus spoke. It was the kind of thing that could make a man’s ego get too big. 

Not Magnus, of course. He was the very picture of...there was no reason to even finish that ridiculous sentence. Magnus was fantastic, and he quite appreciated it when other people thought he was fantastic as well. 

“It’s just that my sister is getting married.” There was that scowl again, dipping across dark brows before it disappears. “And I’m happy for her, really. But she’s having this whole big party about it, and there’s dancing.” Alexander says dancing the way someone else might say bamboo spikes under fingernails. Like it was torture. 

“And you have to dance?” Alexander nods, like a man on his way to the gallows. “So what’s the issue here? Do you not have someone you want to dance with?” Is it cruel to hope that Alec doesn’t have a date he wants to dance with? “Or is it that you don’t know how to dance?”

Alec’s little smile tugs up further on one side of his mouth than the other. Gods, he was a sight. “Both, honestly.”

Both. Which means that Magnus had not one, but two chances to whirl his way into Alexander’s life outside of this little table and the shop around it. This was a chance to see Alexander out in the world, to be a part of his life and not just set dressing. 

“I could teach you.” That absolutely came out too quickly. But this was a blue moon of an opportunity. It would only come around once. So Magnus had to take advantage while he still could. “I used to teach dance. I lived in Spain for a year or two.” Magnus had lived all over in his time. It would honestly be faster just to tell him the places that he hadn’t lived, rather than go through his spiel of all the places he’s called home over the years. 

“Salsa. Flamenco. Even a little ballroom dancing and waltz, which I’d imagine is what your sister is going to want for her party.”

Alec was watching him with wonder on his pretty face. Magnus has to resist the urge to preen. That wouldn’t go well with the whole humble teacher act he was going for here. “How much do you charge by the hour?”

Now that would be a lovely innuendo and segue if this was Magnus looking to climb Alexander like the lovely willow tree he was. But Magnus had to admit to himself, and only to himself, that his feelings were involved in this mess. He didn’t (just) want to give Alec the night of his life. He wanted to stick around for breakfast in the morning too. 

“No charge.” Magnus waves away the protest he can see building on Alec’s lips. He wasn’t the type of man who enjoyed handouts. There was a pride to him, beneath all that rakish charm. “I haven’t taught in ages. I wouldn’t be up to par for being paid anyway. But I can dust the rust off and you can learn enough to cut a rug and make yourself the envy of your sister’s wedding.”

Alec makes a sour face, and Magnus can’t help but laugh. “Fine. I can dust the rust off and you can be a perfectly passable dancer and not draw any undue attention to yourself at your sister’s wedding. How’s that sound?”

Alexander’s shoulders soften and droop down, and the smile he gives Magnus is equal parts relief and something more playful. If Magnus wasn’t already aware how much trouble he was in, then he would have figured it out right at this instant. Because he was in Trouble with a Capital T. “That sounds great, Magnus. Thanks.”

There were people milling outside of the door that the tea shop shared with Bag End Bakery. Two women with big cat’s eyes sunglasses were checking their phones, and their watches, respectively. They were waiting for someone. Which meant in the next few minutes, they’d be coming inside to order, and it would be back to work.

Magnus looks back over at the clock. 8:50. How did time manage to fly by so fast when he was talking to Alec? It was like magic. 

But all good things must come to an end. “How about you can come by here after close. We can move the tables out of the way, and we have a nice wood floor to practice on.” Magnus plucks the napkin out from under Alec’s cup, pulling the pen from behind his ear so he could start to scribble down his phone number.

“For now, wear something comfortable tonight. Something you can move in. Basketball shorts and a t-shirt or a tanktop are what I usually practice in. And wear the most comfortable pair of tennis shoes that you have. We’ll lay the ground work before we get you practicing in the shoes you’ll be wearing at the wedding.”

Magnus writes his name beneath the number with a flourish, and in a moment of pique, he draws a heart on a balloon string next to his name. He even draws the little square in the corner of the heart balloon, like it’s catching the glint of the summer sun on it’s plastic surface. If his intentions weren’t clear before, this would make them neon bright. Hopefully. 

“Here.” He slides the paper napkin back over to Alec, looking over his shoulder as the women spill into the shop, chattering among themselves like a gaggle of sparrows sitting on a wire. They would be ordering from Bilbo and then they would make their way over to his side of the shop. Time was up. 

“Tonight. 8pm. I’ll be here.” 

Feeling especially bold, Magnus reaches over once he stands and pats Alec’s hand. His skin was warm, and soft. Lovely. Every bit of that man was lovely, and Magnus was in so very deep over his head. 

“You be here too.” That’s a playful little waggle of his finger in front of Alec’s nose before Magnus darts back behind the counter, calling out to the women that had broken away from their group at the pastry case to head his way. 

#ch: magnus #polyfacetious | alec #v: expats row #queued #carlota's christmas drabbles

[popculturebuffet]

The Loud House Reviews: Schooled!

Season 5, and regular coverage begin! The loud house finally moves into a new year chronologically: Lincoln and Co move up to Middle School but find themselves seperated when LIncoln accidently signs up for the wrong class and ends up with a mean teacher and frienemy chandler, and then ends up commuting to a Canadian school instead. The Canada part is more believable than a middle school not having multiple teachers for multiple subjects frankly but more ranting on that later. Meanwhile in order to get Lori moves on to college only to find every dorm is a comedic set piece, and Lynn Sr and Rita try to get Lily ready for pre school by potty training her. Finally in all this chaos Leni ends up attending pre school. Again still more believable than the single class thing. Ramblings about well guess, how amazing it is the show has lasted this long in this day and age, my thoughts on Lynn Jr being kind a obnoxious. 50% chad and my lessened hatred for rusty. Which again I assure you is more believable than the single class nonsense. Back to School, under the cut.

Welcome readers new and old to regular coverage of The Loud House! Couple of reasons for that. The first is, like amphibia, so I don’t fall behind as I tend to procastinate and let episodes of shows pile up, and i’m tired of it. The second is that I feel we need more Loud House content on this site that’s not loudcest, people shipping sam and lincoln soley to try and get back at the show for having a gay couple, and some weird stuff I can’t quite unwrap because i’m old. And keep in mind I understand 50% chad just fine.. look at him. 

So yeah I have a feeling young or old, i’m not the only one scared to go int here and hopefully I can give ya’ll something fun to look forward to or worth sifting through it. 

Now i’ve covered the show before.. 4 times in fact, having covered Brave the last dance as a one off way back and having covered ALL THREE SALUNA episodes during pride month. So check those out if you want my previous thoughts on the show as a whole, my faviorite character and her special lady, and me ranting about rusty/.. and we’ll get to him. But i’ve got a lot to talk about, some of it not directly about the episode so pitter pat er let’s get at eer.  The first thing I want to talk about is.. how big an occasion the show is. It’s not only at 5 seasons but it recently got renewed for a 6th and still has a movie on the way.. as I hope so does rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles.. please don’t let that movie have been canceled, that show went from okay to leaving me wanting more of my mad dogs... but yeah getting back on track they’ve offically reached... 

And that’s.. incredibly rare ESPECIALLY for nick. I mean yes spongebob will never die, and the fairly oddparents died way after it should’ve, but for the most part nick is a giant tire fire of dickheads when it comes to running a network. They have an absolutley ghastly habit of canceling a show as soon as possible, and if they already commissioned season 2 shuttling it to sister network nicktoons to die a quite death. They expect every show to become an overnight sucess, or else and it’s a freaking disgusting practice. And it’s still going: I mean just to bookend it, around the same time loud house started, we got the utter classic Harvey Beaks. The show had a sizeable audiences and what kids I showed it to loved it but because it wasn’t doing spongebob numbers Nick shuttled it to nicktoons then yelled at it’s creator for daring to be upset they you know.. moved his show to their designated graveyard without telling him and ended the show without giving them notice to change the ending. The final episode still WORKS as a final episode, but it wasn’t INTENDED to end on a bittersweet note and I blanme that on nick.  The bookend part comes from the fact that about a month before this Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turltes ended it’s run.. on Nicktoons, with no fanfare and like Harvey fans likely only knowing thanks to scheduling, had it’s final season cut in half so they had to rush the pacing of the final few episodes to wrap up as much as they could, AND the cancelation reason was the always reliably stupid “low toy sales” excuse.  The odds of a show surviving on nick, nevermind thriving are very slim and even outside the nightmare factory that is my once beloved childhood network, most animated shows last around 3 seasons. Disney channel usually cuts htem off around 4, and cartoon network around 3 if their that nice, with utter classic OK KO being one of the latest victims of the cancelation bug, and steven unvierse only got a 6th season after essentially being canceled and having to rush the ending, only THEN getting to go back and fill in the cracks with Future and the Movie.  And unlike fellow network loved show that’s gone on for a while, Teen Titans Go, the Loud House is still a pretty good show. It has it’s bumps, we’ll talk about some of them here and i’ve talked about em before, especially the “”With the casagrandes mini” which could’ve easily hurt said show but thankfully didn’t. It’s grown, going from being about the one boy among ten girls to being about all 11 kids, AND their parents and making earnest attempts to make once hated characters like Lori and Lola fully fleshed out.. it’s been more 50 50 with lynn, but more on that later. My point is the show’s tried to evolve, to grow out of having a simple status quo and actually let things change and it’s refreshing when a lot of comedy shows refuse to. The show CAN be hit ore miss in quality, but hte misses have become less cruel and the hits have become that much more impactful. 

Not only that but the show surivived the seeming impossible of it’s creator being revealed to be a sexual harassing creepy asshole who hopefully gets his dick sanded off for all eternity when he invetibly ends up in hell or whatevers next. Screw him but good on Nick for firing him swiftly, one of the few times in the last few years i could really say that about them and not be sarcastic, and good on the crew for carrying on easily without him. 

My point is.. it’s nice to not be attending another show’s funeral. After rise and then venture bros, it’s NICE to have a show surivive and carry on and decide NOT to rest at this stage and stay in it’s comfort zone but shake things up a bit. It’s nice in this stinkhole of a year to have something to celebrate, and yes i’m aware a back to school specail is ill timed, for obvious reasons, but it was likely in production long before covid and I can’t fault the writers for wanting to give kids an escape, nor for doing the quarntine special earlier to help them talk through it. So congrats loud house you earned it.  Now that’s out of the way, the not resting thing.. the thing that has me covering the show, and had me exxcited for this episode.. is that they decided to shake things up a lot by moving all the kids up an age and moving Lori up to college. And what makes this work.. is this wasn’t something they just sprung on the audience. it would’ve worked with that after 4 years of the same age and general stuff.. but season 3 started setting it up with Lincoln and Clyde’s middle school visit and Lori’s college interview, both things i’ll likely cover ventually, while Season 4, after the mini series, had most Lori episodes focus on getting her ready for it: From her senior year, to Leni realizing she’d be gone and being panicky over it, to her working to get a car, which she rides off in this episode. The show dedicated one of it’s few arcs, and probably the only non-romantic one outside of Ronnie Anne and Bobby moving to their spinoff, to this. 

They were all in on this and there was no turning back, and shaking up the status quo like this is a risk as some viewers fear change and run from it like cowards> Me.. I loved it. I loved the idea of taking Lincoln to a new school, giving him and his friends new stuff to do and new challenges to face,  having Lori move away, have Luna learn to drive, have Lisa enter kindergarten, Lily say more etc. And there’s even things I didn’t think of that two upcoming episode synposis suprised me with: birthday episodes, though it’d be best to spread them out but i’m hoping strife of the party isn’t the only one, and the power vacum: Can Leni take over for Lori.. should she? Should Luna or Luaan try instead. Do they even want to? it’s all good questions. It’s a simple but small change that helps change up the show for the better, opens up new avenues while not salting the earth for the old as demonstrated by half of the upcoming episdoes for the next two weeks being ones that could’ve been done at any point in the show. 

So yeah my hype was at maxium, helped by the fact I love one hour specials of shows: “Change Your Mind” “Reign Storm”, all three ducktales have done so far with “Let’s Get Dangeorus” likely adding to that list.. it’s usually a great time for shows to go all out, show waht they got and tell deeper stories. So the big question all this has been leading up to: what did loud house, 5 seasons in,k with a clean slate and tone sof potetial do with their premiere? Well let’s take a look shall we?  This episode is divided into 4 plots, one of which is really a plot inside a plot but still technically 4, all centered around school starting: Lincoln and Co have their first day of middle school, Lori is moving to college after all that setup, and Lily is finally old enough for daycare. And Lynn Sr is having a slow motion breakdown at first, he gets out of it quickly, because understandably he’s feeling mealcholy about not only having all his kids in school but having his first leave him. Sure he still has a full hosue but it’s still rough having one of the few constants in  your life , a chaotic life at that go. So each one focuses on one of them. THe fourht if your curious has Leni accidently end up in Lily’s pre school and is comedy gold. More on that in a minute.  This is actually one of the episodes problems as only Lincoln’s plot and Lori’s plot feel like they naturally dovetail, while Lily’s plot feels like an eleven minute episode that was bootstrapped to this one either to get her into daycare faster or to pad it out to an hour along with parts of the Lincoln plot. It’s till not a BAD episode, but it dosen’t feel quite as cohesive as it should, or as big in scope being an hour long, with most of the loud kids outside the four with plots not getting more than a cameo, though Lisa gets to be the best part of LIly’s plot, and Lynn.. we’ll get to her. It’s not great. I do GET why they did this, as trying to focus on ALL of them at once is nigh impossible and it let the stories breathe better, but it still feels weird that none of them have a reaction to lori being gone and frankly I think the stronger story would be to have had lily potty train LAST season, and then focus this on Lori leaving, the family adjusting, and have Lincoln’s middle school woes be the b plot. Now granted we have a full season to rumninate on her absence, and how it effects the others, so it’s not the hugest lost, but i feels like a waste of the extra time to just pile three episodes into one when a half hour could’ve done the same and saved you two half hours for later. It’s not terrible, but it could’ve been better. Now i’m done moping about the special as a whole for a second let’s break down each plot one at a time. 

The A-Plot: Lincoln Took off to Canada the Other Dayyyyyyyyy The plot is very simple and the adds and summary sadly telegraphed it.. which didn’t help because it’s very clear from the episode Lincoln getting sent to canada is a wacky twist and not supposed to be in the adds. I mean I can’t blame them it’s in half the episode, but it still would’ve been funnier if they kept it as a suprise. And yes if you didn’t know about this episode LIncoln gets sent to canada which is somehow not too weird for the show.  So Lincoln and Co are starting high school. And now’s as good a review as any to TALK about Lincoln’s supporting cast. I did a bit during my review of Brave the Last Dance but feel it’s a good time to talk about them again update opinons and what not. I do feel like they sometimes blend into each other a bit much and shine best when one of them is given the spotlight to play off the others instead of all playing a supporitng role. It’s why I like “Pasture Bedtime” and “brave the last dance” so much: They let the characters breathe while still giving one some extra focus. As for each indivdiually. 

Clyde as I said there i’ve come around on: Early on how tolerable he was was a coin flip: he could be an adorable, somewhat awkard, sheltered kid but one eager to help his friend with his various schemes, as he is now only with a love of baking which is even better. But he could ALSO be a creepy little bugger who either had a freaking anime nose bleed and fainted when Lori was around, or tried to break her and Bobby up, Bobby who is not only the nicest character on BOTH shows in general but was extra nice to Clyde despite all this. Granted I think my boy was too dense to realize Clyde was being a one man asshole parade, but still. It dosen’t help that with Savino’s later ousting for doing the same shit but as a grown ass man. Thankfully he has done a complete recovery and the Lori bit was thankfully dropped and with Bobby gone, he couldn’t hurt my baby boy anymore, so they moved on to other parts of him. Plus I love his dad’s not just for the obvious being gay dads but for being good characters in their own right. 

Stella is easily my favorite of the group, i’ve gone on about her before and Haley Tju does a wonderful job with her, and she feels a bit more three dimensional than the rest of the non-clyde members of the group. Not fully, but still a bit more than the one trait they get and hopefully like our next one up and clyde, she actually gets to start showing up outside of lincoln’s friend squad team episodes. 

Liam is easily my second faviorite. I”m aware he’s not the most complex boy: He’s a farmer, and he knows how to tame animals.. that’s about what he’s used for.. but he’s a sweet enoguh kid he makes it work. And frankly said trait works for him because shockingly, out of all of lincoln’s non clyde friends he’s shown up the MOST in stories not involving Lincoln, and even in one of those lately not involving hte rest of his friends. No really, he popped up in racing hearts in season 3, and Senior Moment and Snoops On Last season. It’s not a TON of episodes overall but compared to the rest of them it’s very noticable and I love it. More please. 

Moving on to the ones i’ve bitched about... Zach. Yeah.. my thoughts can best be summed up as this. 

I mean.. Lincoln’s friends, even the more cheerful ones are capable of feeling defeat and pesimsim, if you want one to downtalk people you have rusty, and “has a tatoo , likes antqiues and belives in cryptids” aren’t really great quirks. If they did more with them or used them OUTSIDE of his episodes sure, but otherwise .. why is he here other than not wanting to explain his absence? Sure he plays off rusty.. but Stella could easily do his role as that and even then they don’t use him for that enough to really justify being him around. Either have a point with him or quitely write him out.. Star Vs, for all it’s flaws, leanred this as far back as season 2 with alphonso and ferguson, AND when people qutestioned where they are actually brought them back to properly write them off and gave them closure in the episode they gave the rest of the echo creek cast the same. Just pick one. And if you want him to knock rusty down a peg fine, just do so.  And now Rusty.. my old nemisis.... and things have changed. Do I still LIKE Rusty? nope. Just.. nope. I don’t. He’s still a skeezy little idiot.. but I realized that unlike LIam he at least has a purpose in the group: He’s the Micheal Kelso. Granted UNLIKE kelso, they don’t go the extra mile and have his friends poke fun at him, but this isn’t that kind of friendship, and with Lynn now around more and Chandler now likely going to be the same, there’s more opprotunites for someone outside the group to rightfully insult the little moron. And if their not going to.. I realized I could. I realized I ENJOY insulting him, taking the piss out of his unjusitfied ego, and just having fun making fun fo the little goober. And more than that.. I realized he DOES have redeeming qualities. He’s a genuinely good friend, he loves his friends dearly and has no trouble showing affection despite his misplaced swagger. I may mock the kid, and I will again.. but he’s not a bad person and will likely grow out of being a dipweasel, just not on screen. I realized having a deep abiding hatred of him just wasn’t good for me when simply mocking him constantly does the trick. There are other, more important things to get pissed about. Rusty isn’t that important. But he is good joke fodder and unlike the show with Zach I refuse to pass up an opportunity. 

But yeah now that’s out of the way, the basic setup here infuraties me. It’s for mildly stupid reasons, but ones i’m going to go to bat for: Lincoln dosen’t get into the same class as his friends. As in their still treating this like elementary school and having everyone in the same class for every subject. That.. that’s not how middle school works. that’s not how any of this works. They don’t lump groups of the same kids into one tract of classes, even electives like cooking or forced ones like PE, which thanks to my autisim I was allowed to attend a diffrent kind of PE that wasn’t an utter fucking nightmare. And you may say “Well Jake your a near 30 blobby shell of a man and things change” which is accurate but they haven’t changed that much. Girl Meets World was only 6 years ago. And while they DID have Cory as the only real teacher they USED, he was still shown to be their history teacher and it was lampshaded sometimes how he wasn’t their only class. And yes I know a lot can change in 6 years, the hellscape we’re in proves that, but just simply ASKING my middle schooler nephew if this is still how that works.. and yup it is. Now it could be diffrent by region, but for the most part the conseus seems to be on diffrent teachers for diffrent subjects. And again as Girl Meets World shows, it’s not THAT complicated. Just have one teacher you use for everything or have a home room. Why do this, why. Just why exactly. Why. You barely used actually in school classes for plots anyway and mostly did stuff around the edges like crushes or lunch or dodge ball. Speaking of which where is Girl Jordan. Where IS she? Anyways, my point is this, especailly as a ned’s declassified school surivvial guide on this very network,f fan really annoys me and takes me out of things..  And the thing is they COULD’VE still done this plot just had the gang all adjust, not just lincoln, to not being in the same class togehter. Have them have to do various classes WITHOUT having each other to rely on. You could even have chandler and mr. bohlmer show up. But the way they do this just..d osen’t really make sense and just feels lazy. And if there were good jokes i’d be fine with his but their aren’t. IT’s just a mean teacher and Lincoln being picked on by a moron for the first half while his friends struggle to function without him. It’s just sad and not in the well written, well thought out way.  Then we get to “This needs to be an hour” portion of the plot as again the above could’ve EASILY worked for the full hour but because they instead went with this, they had to think of something else... and went with something bonkers that at the very least is entertaining: Lincoln, after convincing his teacher for a transfer, which I did like as he uses his head: He sees his teacher wants something diffrent for lunch and paper airplaners her a cupon for his dad’s restraunt then talks himself into an off campus lunch to talk her into a new class.. and winds up transfered to canada as she well meaningly  did so he can’t get out of. And while I thought this was just wacky exageration having him commute.. turns out .. nope. While I don’t know if any school would actually have a student commute to Canada rather than jsut stay there turns out Royal Woods is in michigan and Michigan is across a lake from Ontario.. so yeah.. they did their geography research but not their middle school one. Weird ain’t it?  Anywho, I ended up liking this portion... and not just because it has canada gooses, which means i can use this. 

And if you have a problem with Letterkenny you got a problem with me and I suggest you let that one marinate. But yeah we get an ENTIRE number playing into canadian stereotypes and it’s clear this show is rather than using them for a cheap laugh just exagerating things for fun and a slight nudge to canadians, who I clearly love. It feels less like “oh ha ha canada” and more like if the great white north was stretched over 15 minutes but still worked. 

It’s just good fun. And they also again have an entire musical number full of canadian sterotypes and expressing love of this great country which I hope to visit some day.. and possibly live if this country countinues to get worse. It just feels nice and more creative than the first half. It’s still not FANTASTIC, but it works somehow and Ic an’t explain why. Eventually LIncoln tries to get kicked out, fails then plans to blow the hockey game for everyone and calls on his friends to help, sending them all to canada wh ere they get lost in the wilderness. There is a funny bit where Stella’s gps literally freezes over and zach acidently smashes it as well as Rusty’s “Moustache” one pathetic hair because why should his moustache be anything else freezes off. and given even with me being less vitrolic his suffering is my catnip I enjoyed it. We also get a cute sequence of them runing the ice and rusty failing at anything because of course he does, while Liam both tames a moose and slathers them in grease to swim across because of COURSE he does. Of course he does. IT’s just a refreshing jolt of energy after the first half. But we do get a really damn good scene after htey fail.. besides the fact Rusty’s head is frozen, which would be funny even if it wasnt’ happenign to rusty, that just makes it go from chuckle worthy to giant uncomfortable laugh worthy, where Lincoln gives up: They’ll still be firends and he’ll still come visit but it’s best he just adapt to his new life instead of try and fight so hard against it and he’s starting to enjoy canada. It’s a well acted and sad scene that ends with a huge hug from clyde and another bit we’ll get to in a second.  But because having LIncoln in canada would be hard to maintain for a few seasons, and because as degrassi shows me the odds of him getting nearly beaten to death, caught in school shooting, stabbed in a parking lot or ending up in a kevin smith film which back then was a treat but now is a coin flip, are very high. Seriously he dosen’t want to end up in moose jaws, he instead gets banned from canada for three years for refusing maple syurp... which is also fucking hilarious just for it’s sheer rediculousness. Who dosen’t love canadian maple syrup?  So the ballance is restored, Liam has  moose now, and Lincoln actually gets the trailer heat turned down because he asked.. this plot was not very good as I made clear and drags the specail down and it’s in part because there were other joke and character opprotunites iwth ACTUAL middle school and instead it just comes off as another episode of “Smack lincoln around because tha’ts funny right” and wastes good opprotunity. It’s not all terrible, the canada jokes worked becuase they felt like they were in good fun and more a loving jab at canada instead of just using stereotypes for sterotypes sake, and given the loud sisters started as basic character achtypes it fits the shows tone. So canada part good the rest a huge disapointment. Also before we move onto Lori: Lynn.. was utterly terrible this episode. The girl one, obviously. Lynn Sr is usually a delight. Yeahhh while I don’t hate her like some do, I do find her to be REALLY hit and miss: she’s either an enjoyable additon to the episode, an intresting lead.. or an obnoxious nightmare who makes everyone around her suffer and is used for gross out gags.. which if nothing else it’s good their using a girl for it but it dosen’t make it actually funny? And here she’s Hall Monitor and a giant terror to everyone INCLUDING THE PRINCIPAL and it feels like a waste.. other episodes have had her be lincoln’s mentor when it comes to his shift to middle school and when the time comes where that would be utterly useful... she’s instead just a jackass because they coudln’t think of something better to do with her and it’s another disapointment.  The B-Plot: Lori Loud and the Infinite Comic Set Pieces This plot was better but likely would’ve worked better in a shorter episode to me if i’m being honest, but it’s grown on me the more i’ve thought about it.. plus it has Bobby! 

I haven’t really had a chance to mention it since most Loud Houses i’ve covered are after his exit and he only really shows up in lori episodes and I haven’t covered the Casagrandes yet.. but I love this idiot. He’s sweet, charming, kind, a good boyfriend, a good big brother, and a caring individual. Sure he’s dumb as a box of hammers, but he’s a good kid and post season 1 he and lori have good chemstiry. And he was easily one of hte biggest draws to the spinoff for me which has fleshed him out nicely with his work at the Mercado, showing he is good at something. He’s just a great character and i’m glad to see him back on the mothership, even if he doesn’t do much and at most just keeps coming back to help Lori move at a moment’s notice. But it feels less like her being selfish and more like him being selfless: Sure she’s asking a lot.. but he probably gets that moving away from home and into a strage place is hard for his lady and just wants to help her be happy and settle in. Because he’s the best. 

As for why Lori keeps moving part of it is the fact that the dorms at fair way are insane comic set pieces and I am here for it. She starts out at the silent dorm, which just.. no. No on that no. Then moves to the driving range dorm which is exactly what it sounds like and is a hilarious hurricane of balls. “Sigh” Archer if you would. 

And the sand trap dorm, which just has a giant bunch of sand in the closets for some reeason.. presumibly to keep darth vader away. And yes I get it’s supposed to mimic a sandtrap but theni t should be all around like the other dorms. It’s goofy, it’s dumb.. and I can’t help but laugh at it and the fact that Fairway apparently is so intense about golf they train students via having them live on certain hazards like this was an anime... and I would totally watch a spinoff about lori that was her undergoing anime golf battles. And I hate golf. Plus put bobby in there.. he can be on two shows. Make it a diffrent world but with dragon ball z golf battles. But eventually Lori comes crying home after breaking down, like any college student living away i’m told.. and that’s where the dovetail I mention comes into play. Lori overhears lincoln’s pep talk and decides to go back and face the exesntial nightmare that is her dorm life, giving her brother a sincre hug and thanking him for uknowingly helping her. It’s a really sweet moment. It’s why her plot works for me.. it has the emotinal weight that feels lacking from the main plot. It’s a bit repetitive, but frankly that’s the show’s bread and butter at this point and i’ts more a case of which repettition works better sometimes. That one moment saves the plot form being unwatchable and Lori moves into the water hazard floor of the dorms, and is finally ready. And while at first I thought the exagerated dorms lowered the punch of things.. it really dosen’t. From what i’ve heard Dorm life isn’t easy, and being away from home is even harder. My mentally anxious self would’ve broken down within days. Their just taking it up twenty notches because loud house. The real issue is lori being homesick, which I do feel could’ve been handled better, but for what hit is it’s okay. Not as good as it couldv’e been but still better than the a-plot. But it’s a nice bit of character stuff: it shows usually in control Lori out of her element and trying to adapt and hopefully we’ll see more of her this season in that context. And more of bobby, may he reign forever. Okay one more. 

The C and D plots: Leni and Lily Go to Preschool  This one won’t take long, thank god. Lily goes to preschool, the loud parents, after some empty nest.. enjoy having the house to themselves for the first time in years. They actually have TIME with no kids and just the two of them to goof off and, presumibly off screen, boink like rabbits.. granted that’s how they clearly usually do it given they have 11 kids but still. But Lily gets sent home for popping herself, and they have to teach her to go it’s eh aside from a few bits. As I said Lisa is the best part of this as Lynn Sr and Rita yank her out of school, with Lisa responding to Cheryls worries abotu her missing school with a dry “I think i’ll be fine without finger painting”. The resolution, or at least the start of it, is genuinelly clever. Turns out Lily KNOWS how to use the potty, she just dosen’t want to go to school yet, and the Loud Parents.. actually take this well, confronting her with it but gently, understanding she may not want to leave the nest and letting her stay. 

Meanwhile Leni ends up in preschool in the shuffle of not having Lori around to guide her one brain cell. Which is honestly hilarious and her outfit for the episode is fucking dope.. I honestly wish she’d wear her hair in a ponytail more often and the jacket is nice. I wish this was her new outfit.. like they could make it green so she’s not stepping on Lola wearing pink, but it’s a nice change of pace. But yeah it’s hilarious, especially since neither she nor the actual professionals notice and it has a nice bit of subtext on tumblr noted: She may be regressing, or simply enjoying little girl school because she misses her big sister and it’s easier than navigating a scary world without her best frined. To dig into it a bit myself we’ve seen in previous episodes that Lori is her rock, who she goes to when she has a problem in her solo episodes, who she relies on. Sure they fight over a closet but they depend on each other. We saw how worried Leni was about loosing her last season, and now she’s lost her and dosen’t know what to do without her. It’ll be intresting to see more of.  Or it’s because while she’s a capable young woman she’s also as dumb as a box of hammers like her future brother in law> you make the call. Eventually Leni gets sent back, and bemoans missing all the fun of preschool.. which gets Lily to go as she gets a trampoline, and the nest is finally empty.. also Leni goes back for a few more bounces. Yeah I love this kid. She’s sweet, kind, and hilariously moranic and voiced by LIliana Mumy who along with Carols is easliy part of my stable of voice actors. So yeah the family’s moving on, etc etc, and this review is finally over.  Final Thoughts: This episode was okay. It reaks of wasted potetial, but it’s a fine enough one hour, it jsut couldv’e been MORE with such a long run time and the lily and leni bits would’ve fit better in a seperate episode. It’s not TERRIBLE but it’s just an okay start to the season and a waste of good stories and good laughs in places. Still the show’s had worse, it’s just okay overall. Not TERRIBLE but it could’ve been FANTASTIC. Next week Leni deals with the lori power vaccum and Lincoln and Clyde snoop on the neighbors. Until then you can find other loud house reviews on my blog, hit me up iwth an ask for suggetsions or a dm to comission an episode you want to see me cover and until then, GO TEAM VENTURE. Play us out servo

#the loud house #lincoln loud #lori loud #lily loud #leni loud #lynn loud #lisa loud #rita loud #lynn loud sr #bobby santiago #clyde mcbryde #stella #rusty spokes #liam #zach gurdle #why do they have last names gah #the casagrandes #nickelodeon #bringbackthemaddogs #save rottmnt #middle school #canada

[briefololtragedy]

Something to say

itachi X Sakura story

how Sakura a first year surgical resident meet Itachi a lawyer working for a branch company of Uchia Law. prequel to Say anything.

Rating: G

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3| Part 4| Part 5

also posted on AO3

GSW

ATTENTION, ATTENTION adult level 1 trauma room 1 ATTENTION, ATTENTION adult level 1 trauma room 1

The overhead speaker cut off their conversation and Sakura had a wishful look on her face as she was talking with Ino. Sakura was a first year surgical resident on her 3rd month, the current senior resident was not interested in having her assist with the level 1 trauma coming. Where did that leave her? Sitting in the cafeteria drinking shitty coffee.

“I don’t know what I did to upset Kabuto so badly! Its not fair that he doesn’t even want me watching the surgery.” Sakura can’t help the big sigh that escapes her as she goes to empty the contents of her coffee cup. She doesn’t care that the it is slightly too hot to take in a big gulp. As the liquid travels down her esophagus, easing her feelings.

“Forehead its probably because you made him look incompetent. You know that most patients adore you due to your bedside manner, its weird for a surgeon to be warm and comforting. Most are brilliant minds, but truly dumb when it comes to human interactions. Plus didn’t you get that question right when he couldn’t answer it, in front of Dr. Senju?” Ino tries to reassure Sakura over the phone, wishing she was there in person to help her friend.

“I guess he isn’t my biggest fan. It was as simple question. The safest trimester for a pregnant woman to have surgery. Its the second, how didn’t he know that!” She starts look at her ALS card, refreshing her memory.

“ He needs to spend less time being Orochimaru's pet and more time caring for patients. “Sakura starts getting her pager and work phone out of her scrub pocket to make sure she hasn’t magically missed any calls. ‘Stupid archaic messaging systems that don’t work half the time.'

Before she can respond to Ino’s comment her work phone starts going off. “Ino give me a second.” As she places her cell on the table.

“Trauma intern, Haruno sp…” “Why the hell aren’t you in my trauma bay, helping with this level 1?!”

Sakura has to pull the phone away from her ear, not believing the Dr. Tsunade Senju was calling her. “ I’m sorry Dr. Senju, but Yakushi told be it would be too crowded and I should work on charting.”

“ Work of charting. If I wasn’t mistaken I have already signed all your notes, now you have 3 minutes to get your ass in this bay to 1st assist me during this surgery, while Kabuto works on his notes for the day. He knows the rules, charting to be done the moment we leave the patient room. “

Before Dr. Senju could fully finish Sakura had quickly shot up and started making her way to the ED to get into the trauma. She would have to sprint to make it, but she sure as hell wouldn’t let this chance slip by.

“ You better be prepared when you get here.” Then Dr. Senju hung up the phone.

Thankfully for Sakura she listened to the EMS report and the nurses discussion when Kabuto was brushing her off.

29 year old male, shot point blank range outside of a business office. GSW to the abdomen, the guy was lucky he didn’t bleed out before getting to the hospital. They would have to do an exploratory lap possible convert to open to fix all of the damage. Plus lots of transfusions to help with the blood loss.

With Adrenaline going through her veins she got to the ED in record time and wasted no mind with looking at the patient’s face, her sole focus was the wound.

8 hours later they had closed. Sutures and derma bond in place. Sakura felt her adrenaline leaving her. She got the side eye from some of the circulating nurses due to her cell going off like crazy with text alerts.

“Alright squirt I want you to stay here and monitor him as he wakes up. This is a high level case you were just on. I want you to put in the orders for admission, you will also be seeing to his care while he is here. “ Dr. Senju ripped off her surgical mask and looked at Sakura, as she quickly went through the orders that the patient would need for admission.

Once she finally sat down watching as anesthesia got ready to extubate did she notice just who the patient was. It was like having ice water flow through her veins.

There laying on the table was no other then Itachi Uchiha, her best friend's older brother: his idol, prodigal child, and certified genius.

Her hands started to shake as she looked at her cell phone. Over 50 missed messages from Sasuke wanting to know if she knew about his brother.

‘He’s just a patient. I will treat him like any other person. I have to be professional, there is no room for emotions to get me overwhelmed.’ Once her resolve was replaced she was able to watch as Itachi took a gasp of air in. He started to moan.

“Uchiha-san calm down. You just had major surgery. We are going to get you into the PACU and then you will have your own room in the hospital for some nights.”

His eyes were unfocused as she talked, but he started to calm down. They were then ready to transport him out of the OR room. Itachi was an easy going patient once they got him to the PACU. His pain tolerance was high and was quickly taken up to his hospital room on the surgical floor.

Sakura had to shake her head, no its not Itachi, its Uchiha-san. She didn’t really know him well. He had graduated high school at 16, went to university and then law school. His parents were proud and sad for him deciding to do Law school oversees and not in Japan. The last time she actually saw him she was 11 and was invited to the graduation party along with Naruto to keep Sasuke entertained.

Thankfully Dr. Senju had talked to his parents. Sakura wouldn’t know how she could handle Fugaku’s ever disapproving eyes on her. She was sure Mikoto would be a big ball of nerves waiting on bated breath to hear what happened to Itachi. Of course Sasuke was probably acting calm as a cucumber most likely.

Sakura walked into the room to see Uchiha-san one more time before signing out to the night resident on. It was then that her predilections were wrong. Fugaku looked warn out, dark circles under his eyes, a slight shake to his hands. Mikoto had puffy read eyes, it was a time where it looked like her age had caught up with her. However, it was Sasuke looked the most shocking, he was showing so much emotion. His eyes were read and puffy, clothes disheveled.

When they saw her Mikoto rushed up to her embracing her in a tight hug. “Dr. Senju said you assisted during the surgery. Thank you so much for helping him, saving him. She said you were able to detect a bleed she would have missed.” Mikoto’s embrace was nearly bone crushing.

“Mikoto-san I was only doing my job.” Sakura slowly patted her back. “ I just need to check on him before I leave for the night, there will be another resident on if there is anything he needs.”

“He has been asleep since he got here.” Sasuke broke their hug. Sakura quickly went over to Itachi to listen to him with her Stethoscope, checking his vitals on the monitor and examining his bandages.

“I’ll be back in the morning. Everyone make sure you get some rest.”

And just like that Sakura walked out of the room and heading to the lounge. A soft ding made her check her phone.

-thank you.

It was from Sasuke. A small smile graced her face as she entered the locker room. It was then she let her defenses down as she slid down the wall and cried. 5 minutes later she got up and headed to report.

#itachi uchiha #itasaku #Sakura Haruno #naruto #fanfic #part one #modern #SurgeonSakura #LawyerItachi

[brucethecrocodile]

This is my story and art so please don’t repost on other sites thanks

Behind the Door

WARNING: This story is not for the faint of heart.

It all began one thousand years ago, in the small tribe of Shamungga, in West Africa. The Shamunggan shaman’s apprentice was reciting a spell, which he thought would bring rain to the tribe when in actual fact it was a spell to release the Hashnawa, a terrible demon that devourers all beauty, life and soul from everything. When the spell was complete and the Hashnawa was released, chaos and ruin took Shamungga, hundreds were killed and the rest wounded. The chief banished the apprentice and the remaining people sought refuge with the shaman. The Old Shaman with her powers vanquished the demon, but she died of exertion. What the people of Shamungga did not know was that the Hashnawa was not killed but lay in wait for the day where he would be freed from his prison and destroy anything and anyone in his path.

Now we come back to the present day where I’ll introduce our five victims, did I say victims because I meant to say…uhhh…”heroes” that’s it sorry, lost my train of thought, but let’s continue. Shall we?

Our first person is a lowly man by the name of Cadmus, he is 42 years of age, single, balding from the back forward, has no friends, his family really dislikes him, he is obese, his skin colour is white, has no children (but likes children) and he works as an underpaid cook at a fast food place.

Our next person is a very depressed man, who is fabulously rich, by the name of Richard Richie Richmond, he is 24 years of age, single(but has adoring fans who love him), blonde hair, grey-black eyes, well built, his skin colour is white, has a tremendous amount of fake friends, he is an only child, when he does see his parents they are always on the phone, hates children, is cruel to his employees and under pays them, he owns dozens of fast food places and he would like to hire an assassin but has no one to kill.

Our third person is a beloved, kind actress by the name of Erica Patience; she is 40 years of age, married with 3 teenage children, she looks half her age, pitch black hair (no grey/white hairs), strikingly green eyes, her skin colour is black, has a close group of true friends, a loving family, is kind to everyone and anyone, hates violence and can’t dance or sing.

Our fourth person is actually three people by the names of Nutella, @ and Cyanide Cornfoot-Bonefat, they are 24 years of age, blonde, brunet and fiery red coloured hair, they have heterochromia eyes which are blue and brown, brown and green and green and blue, they are studying to be doctors, all of them are single, their skin colour is black, are orphans, they have friends but are their own best friends forever, they are passive, timid and aggressive and hardly ever do as they are told.

Our final person is a criminal of high security he has 50 life sentences his name is Bobby Bill, he is 11 years of age, doesn’t have a family anymore, has no more friends left, his eyes are black with hatred and pleasure, his heart has no more colour, his conscience…what conscience he has none, his hair is a cruel colour, his skin is so sickly white it is translucent, his teeth are a vile shade of yellow-green, his ears look like rats have chewed them almost completely off, his nose is like a rats, his face is quite rat like with his beady little eyes, rat nose, whiskers and mouth, he smells of rotting flesh and garbage, he has a skeletal appearance and has the warts a toad would be grossed out from.

So now that you know our “heroes” let’s start our true story. Let’s bring the chaos…an archaeological dig, in west Africa have found the ruins of an ancient tribe, where lies the remains of hundreds of humans and a cave with a passage written in the Shamunggan language of tyticky, the archaeologists did not know that the text was indeed the spell that set Hashnawa free and the warning to NEVER read the spell aloud. The archaeologists sent the text to a master of deciphering dead languages. It took a month but the “master” finally deciphered the text and gave it back to the archaeologists, and they read it… aloud. With that one little mistake they endangered the lives of everyone and everything in the universe.

Hashnawa curled up under the tribe in his prison. In that moment opened his eyes for the first time in one thousand years.

Cadmus had an appointment with his boss; he wanted to ask for a raise because he has worked there for so long. When he stepped into the office building he felt a sudden rush of fear, flood through his veins. After about an hour of waiting in the waiting area, he knocked on his boss’s office door. The office was on the top level of the tallest building in the city and the whole one wall was made of glass, which gave it an excellent view, the desk was close to the window and was an antique black oak writing desk. Cadmus’s boss, sat in a black leather swivel office chair, he was facing the window so you couldn’t see his face.

“Please come, sit…I don’t bite…usually.” joked, Cadmus’s boss in a deep sinister, masculine voice that was unquestionably smooth and suave. Cadmus gulped and gingerly took several small baby steps forward, toward his boss. “Now…uhhh…Cadmus is it?” asked, Cadmus’s boss in that same voice, “um…y…ye…yes…sir.” Squeaked, Cadmus awkwardly saluting his boss’s back, his boss slowly turned his chair around to face Cadmus, with his blonde hair and penetrating grey-black eyes that seem to stare right into your soul.

“Now there Cadmus, no need for those formalities, you can just call me Mr. Richmond. My friends either call me Richard, Richie or RRR/triple R. But obviously you can’t call, ME that now…can you? So now Cadmus, hilariously stupid name by the way, what have you come to ask me, today?” inquired Richard, with an obnoxious look on his face. “Well, sir I mean Mr. Richmond. I have come to…well…uhhh…um…I have come to ask you for a rai…” started Cadmus. “Now let me just stop you right there, what makes you think that I’m going to give YOU a raise… huh! Why do you deserve it?! Tell me, don’t just stand there looking at the ground like an idiot, and tell me already…no well ok then this meeting is finished I have a movie premiere to go to.” interrupted Richard.

Richard stood up and stormed out, mumbling about the likes of Cadmus…as he was passing Cadmus. Rude much, I mean he didn’t even say goodbye and have a good day. Anyway, Cadmus decided to follow his boss and try to “persuade” or in other words “beg” and “plead” his boss for the raise.

Meanwhile at a high security prison just outside of town, a certain deadly prisoner is “making a break for it” or he is trying and succeeding at breaking out of prison.

Yet at the movie premiere a crowd swarm as they try to get a glimpse, of the celebrities walking down the red carpet. In this swarming mass of people is someone unlike anyone else there, because they are a three headed girl. Some might call them conjoined triplets; they might call them a three headed freak of nature.

The star of the premiere was walking around, by herself, nearby the premiere, her family was already inside. She passed an alleyway and she heard a sound as if someone had ran and hid. “Hello…is anyone there…” Erica Shouted cautiously, as she stepped toward where the sound came from. She suddenly heard another sound right behind her and she felt as if she was being watched. She turned around…slowly. “AHHHHH!” she screamed as she got the shock of seeing the little 11 year old boy for the first time.

Erica was shocked at how this boy looked and smelled she was even slightly scared of this boy, who looked almost like the devil incarnate. Erica soon found herself again. “Hello there. Sorry I screamed, you just startled me that’s all. What is a young boy like you doing in an alley way late at night, and all by yourself to?” asked Erica, to the small terrifying boy.

“I’m hiding, from the pol…uhhh…bullies who were...picking on me. They are very violent.” lied the strange looking boy. “But why are you out here, and not at home? And where are your parents?” Erica asked suspiciously, with a raised eyebrow. “Well I…uhhh…don’t have any parents there deceased and I...live at a…orphanage. The thing is the orphanage is awful and everyone bullies me because of how I look, they…uhhh…call me names like freak and rat-face and rodent boy.” explained the boy with a sad, innocent look on his face. Erica asked the boy one last question “So what is your name? Mine is Erica Patience.” He answered with a smirk “Erica, my name is Bobby Bill.”

Cadmus followed Richard to the premiere, but he couldn’t go in through the front door, because he didn’t have a ticket, so he snuck in the back door through the staff entrance. The conjoined triplets were inside, and took their seat next to Richard. Erica and Bobby sat with Erica’s family, who were coincidentally next to Richard and Nutella, @ and Cyanide.

In the middle of the premiere Cadmus suddenly was on the stage with a mic and told everyone what Richard told him. The security dragged him out of the premiere, but little did they know that he would not give up there.

Most of the people who were at the premiere went to the after party; this includes Richard, Nutella, @, Cyanide, Bobby and Erica. Erica’s family went home but she had to stay because she was the star of the movie. Cadmus followed soot.

Keep in mind that our “heroes” still have not properly met except for Bobby and Erica, and Richard and Cadmus.

Richard went straight to the bar and ordered a couple of drinks for himself.

Nutella wanted to dance but Cyanide wanted to drink and @ just wanted to leave, so Cyanide drank, on the right shoulder, while Nutella danced, with their feet, she was on the left shoulder, and @ was just there, in the middle looking awkward as ever.

Erica tried to persuade Bobby out of the shadows to dance with her, but he was unwilling.

A little while later, Erica had given up and was dancing, Bobby was still in the shadows. Richard was almost drunk, at the bar ordering more drinks. The conjoined triplets getting tired of dancing headed to the bar, on the watch for cute guys. Cadmus was inside the gates, trying to think of how to confront his boss…without getting fired.

Richard had just had his third drink and was a…wee bit tipsy. When these three girls came up to him at first he thought his mind was playing tricks on him because these girls had one body. There was a red head with a pixie cut that was very punk rock, she had one blue eye and one brown eye she was on the right, holding an empty drink and she looked quite fearless. The girl on the left had brunette hair styled in that tight 60’s curl, with one green eye and one brown eye she held herself confidentially bopping her head to the music. The last girl was in the middle, she had one green eye and one blue eye, and she hid behind her long straight bleach blonde hair and looked shy and awkward. They were wearing a short tight red dress with black heels.

The girls sat down next to Richard at the bar. “Can I get a drink…please?” yelled the girl on the right with the fiery punk hair; she sounded like she had already had numerous drinks. “I don’t think you should drink anymore, you’ve already had lots.” shyly whispered the girl in the middle, looking down at their hands. “What did you say? Are you trying to tell me what to do?” Spat the first girl. “No…I mean yes…I mean…I don’t know.” mumbled the second girl. “That’s what I thought your just a little scaredy cat, you know what I think you’re just…” “Stop it right now!?” interrupted the girl, with the 60’s do, in a passive but serious tone.

After the girls had cooled off Richard introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Richard…and you fine young ladies are?” inquired Richard. Blushing they answered one at a time, “I’m…@.” giggled the girl in the middle. “I’m Nutella, it’s a pleasure to meet you Richard.” blushed the girl on the left, sticking out her hand to shake formally. “I’m Cyanide, and are you…single? Because we are.” drunkenly stated the girl on the right. “Uhhh, yeah...ok. Do you guys want a drink?” awkwardly answered Richard. “Yes thanks, we would love a drink.” exclaimed Nutella.

Just as Nutella finished her answer there was a low pounding sound, like giant footsteps, coming closer and closer. Until, finally this colossal reptilian looking beast with six legs, stood in front of the party goers. Standing on its hind two pairs of legs, it had raptor like talons, a skeletal tail with no flesh at all just the bear bone, on the tip of its tail a venom excreting mace, its twenty blood-red eyes were plastered onto the front of it gnarled scar ridden face and as it roared its unruly, blood-curtailing, deathly roar it unfurled its satanic bat-like wings.

This dreadful beast was in fact Hashnawa, the terrible demon, in his full strength, for the first time in one thousand years. He devoured all the beauty, life and soul from the people that were near him. Their lifeless bodies slouched over, with stark white eyes and hair. Hashnawa leaned over and grabbed a carcass in his powerful jaws. He crunched down shattering the bones, tearing the flesh, muscle and skin to shreds with the person’s blood cascading down both sides of his jaws, meeting on the tip of his chin, only to drip down onto the floor.

The crowd screamed and ran as fast as they could trying to get far away from the beast, but our “heroes” stood there frozen staring up at this 100 foot monster their feet bolted to the ground, their eye transfixed on this thing. They only snapped out of the creature’s hypnotic trance by an ear-splitting scream as a girl cried out as she was deprived of all her beauty, life and soul. Cadmus sprinted to his car and shouted out to the others “GET IN THE CAR, BEFORE YOU GET EATEN!” and they hurried to squash into Cadmus’ car, and he sped away without any hesitation.

After they were a safe distance away from the creature Cadmus slowed down. “What was that...that thing?!” yelled Nutella. “I don’t know...but did you see what it did to those poor people.” exclaimed Erica. “Hey you’re Erica Patience the actress, it is a great honour to meet you.” chorused everyone, except Bobby and of cause Erica. “Thank you all, it is always great to meet a fan. Now you all know me but the only person I know is Bobby here.” smiled Erica pointing to the small 11year old disgusting boy, who was sitting next to her. They then introduced themselves, before telling each other about themselves.

That night Bobby stayed with Erica and her Family.

The next morning on the News.

News reporter: “Good morning ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with some professors from the University of Archaeology, who say they can explain the recent rash of disappearances. So professors what’s the verdict?”

Professors: “Stay home lock your doors, bolt your windows no one is safe from the wrath of Hashnawa the demon who devourers all the beauty, life and soul from everything. He will bring chaos and ruin like he did to the ancient tribe of Shamungga, hundreds were killed and the rest wounded they were only saved by their shaman and she could only imprison him. Our best advice to you is run and hide, go underground if you have to just save your selves and your loved ones.”

News reporter: “ok...so they are crazy...oh they’re now singing the song ‘it’s the end of the world as we know it’ so that was a dead end...I’ve just got news that this has happened in West Africa, where people suddenly started disappearing. So I guess that’s all from me now back to you Earl.”

Erica turned off the TV, gobsmacked she had to sit down.

When she was finally herself again she phoned, her new friends from last night and told them what the news had said. They were all shocked too. They later decided to meet up for lunch and talk, she brought Bobby with her, since he wasn’t going to school. When they were all at the café they discussed it fully, but as they were getting up to leave...they heard a terrified scream and they all turned to see what the fuss was about, and what they saw shook them to the core.

The army was called in but as the tanks and soldiers, were about to fire. The tanks stopped and the soldiers collapsed to the ground like human ragdolls. One by one they were eaten in shocked silence the only sound was of the crunch, snap and crack of the Hashnawa eating the lifeless corpses of the soldiers. Then the beast roared its horrible roar, and continued eating. In that moment the human race saw its defeat, some gave up, some ran and hid, but the few that didn’t give up banded together in rebellion, they then tried to fight Hashnawa with weapons...it did not work and they were killed then ripped to shreds then eaten.

News reporter: “It has been a month since the demon Hashnawa arrived, there is now no electricity. Our numbers are declining and we suspect that he will not stop, he will wipe out everything on the face of the planet, if the world is listening then...go underground and hide because there is no one to save us.”

Our “heroes” lives are quite different now. Erica’s family has moved away to safety, it is just her and Bobby, they keep each other company. She still has no idea that Bobby is actually a wanted criminal of high security. Cadmus now has friends and he got the raise, not that it matters now anyway. Richard now has actual friends and is a better person; he is dating Nutella, @ and Cyanide and it is serious, he still has no one to hire an assassin for though. The conjoined triplets have graduated university. They have all stayed in contact and are great friends.

*1:00am* ring, ring...ring, ring “Hello, yeah this is he...yeah...hmm...ok...how come...sure but...hmm...I know...I’ll try...ok bye.” Richard sighed and phoned his friends.

“What do you mean we have to try and defeat Hashnawa?! It’s suicidal...but why us, why you this makes no sense...I know but...sure...yeah but...ok...right...I know and you’re right...ok see you tomorrow then bye.”

The next day the friends set out on their mission, they were all terrified. “Ok let’s do this.” They shouted together, to pump themselves up. They charged Hashnawa to get his attention, and then they led him out of the city and into the dessert. Once they were far enough away they began shooting at him from all angles always moving so he couldn’t kill them. “It’s working, it’s actually working. This is great! Hey you guys, I haven’t told you this before but you’re the only friends I have ever had.” Cadmus shouted over the roars of Hashnawa. “Cadmus you are an awesome person, and we’re lucky to be your friends.” Everyone chorused.

Just then Hashnawa was about to hit Erica, but Cadmus saw this and ran to save her and pushed her aside shouting “Noooooo...” before being hit with the fatal blow, in the middle of nowhere miles from anywhere.

His friends cried out when he was hit. Bobby Bill, who had grown attached to the kind, obese man who was balding from the back forward, tried to run to him but got held back by Erica and the others. So he just cried out in vein. Bobby was hoping, wishing and pleading that his friend was still alive, yet after he didn’t stir and say something like “don’t worry ‘bout me l’il chipmunk I’m a tough old geezer.” That’s when Bobby knew he was gone forever and he cried. He cried until there were no more tears left to cry, when that happened he just then moaned, heart breaking moans of sadness.

“At least he died with a smile on his face.” Said Richard who had knelt down next to Bobby, who was kneeling next to Cadmus’ crushed and deformed pale body and Richard gave Bobby a comforting hug. “Let’s destroy this monster, once and for all!” shouted Bobby angrily.

By sunset they and Hashnawa were tired. Richard fired a shot gun at the demon and it fell down. The friends leapt in victory, Richard went up to Hashnawa and did a little dance. Hashnawa quickly slammed his mace tail down on Richard wounding him then he devoured all the beauty, life and soul from him.

He hit the triplets with his tail as they ran to the body of Richard; they were flung into a rock and couldn’t move they had a venom injecting spike stuck in their stomach. @ died with her eyes and mouth open, blood rolled out of her mouth her sisters cried out in sadness. Nutella was the next to die. Cyanide was the only one left, she screamed in pain and sorrow and told them she was sorry for being mean to them and she died with her eyes closed hugging her sisters bodies in her arms, a single tear ran down her cold lifeless cheek.

Erica suddenly pushed Bobby away and shouted to him “run and be safe.” Those were her last words to him, because after that Hashnawa ate her in one clean bite in front of him she had been waving goodbye to him, when it happened with tears in her eyes and a proud motherly smile on her face. He cried and cried for what must have felt like hours, he had found himself a family after so long and then one day it just vanished. He remembered everything they had been through together, only to cry some more.

He felt himself stand up and grab all the remaining weapons and he just fired them blast after blast at the demon while walking closer and closer then he activated all the bombs strapped to him and let himself be eaten.

Bobby died. The demon Hashnawa was never seen again.

On our “heroes” grave stones it read:

R.I.P Cadmus at 42 years old, Richard Richie Richmond at 25 years old, @, Nutella and Cyanide Cornfoot-Bonefat at 25 years old, Erica Patience at 40 years old and Bobby Bill on his 12th birthday.

Saviours of humanity. Beloved by many, known by few.

But what no one knew was that the Hashnawa has hundreds of thousands of demon spawn in his cave...

By,

Shayna M.

[justkending]

10 Years Time. Chapter 11.

Series Summary: As princess of Alberia, it is your duty to grow into a rightful young lady if you plan on ruling your family's country. Of course, the only way your father can see this happening is sending you off to a boarding camp at the age of 14 for 10 years to learn what it means to grow into a Queen.That means leaving all your friends and family behind. One specific person, your best friend, you never want to say goodbye to. But 10 years later, you come back grown into a young lady like your father hoped, and find your best friend has grown into a knightly young man. How will you two adjust after 10 years apart? Will things be the same, or will all that’s happened in that span of time affect your relationship?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark Daughter Reader

Word Count: 2700+

A/N: Well, I planned on this going a whole other way, but I guess I can handle this. Let me know what you think!!!

Chapter 11:

The next morning, Y/N rose with the intention to talk with her father. She hadn’t slept well knowing that Steve was most likely getting chewed out by him as she laid in bed. So she woke early to have another little talk with Tony.

“Y/N. Today’s your day to sleep in and rest. What are you doing up so early?” Tony said noticing his very rushed looking daughter make her way towards him with a determined gleam in her eye.

“I know you sent out for him last night after you sent me to bed. I thought you said you would leave it be until we could all talk about it.” she said skipping the small talk.

“Now Y/N-” he said getting stern with her once again.

“Tell me father. What all did you yell at him for? What more did you threaten him with?” she said crossing her arms over her chest and popping a hip.

“I don’t know how this attitude of yours has gotten worse, but I’m not a fan of it young lady. You are a symbol of who this kingdom will see as their future queen and throwing tantrums like this is not royalty like nor mature for someone of your stature,” he said with his lips in a straight line and brows furrowed. 

“Maybe if my father treated me like the young lady I am, I would be able to act more like one. Instead, he decides to make all my decisions for me, and thinks not telling me about them wouldn’t phase me.” Y/N retorted. 

“I thought we got this all out of our system last night Y/N.” Tony groaned.

“I had time to sleep on it. Turns out I’m still not happy about it.”

Then someone’s throat cleared, and finally Y/N took in her surroundings. She turned seeing Clint and Bucky standing by the dining table where Y/N had marched over to her father. 

“Right.” Tony said looking down and running a hand over his face as he remembered his previous meeting. “You two know what to do. I trust you have things under control right James?” he asked discretely making Y/N curious. 

“Have what under control?” she asked.

“None of your worries. Clinton, James, just make sure things stay normal. If any issues or threats come up, bring them to me before making any moves.” Tony continued never looking her way.

“What’s happening?” Y/N asked again looking at Bucky and Clint as they stared at the ground trying their best to avoid eye contact. 

“Yes, sir,” they said in unison.

“Thank you. You two are dismissed.” Tony waved off before collapsing in his chair and rubbing his temples.

Even though Y/N wanted to shout back at her friends and demand an answer, she just turned back to her father who was now beginning to infuriate her with everything he was hiding from her. 

“I feel as future queen I should know what you’re being so secretive about.” 

“Maybe when you start acting like it, I will. Right now, you’re acting like you did before the academy.” he said through his teeth, clearly just as frustrated with her as she was with him.

“Funny. You still seem to be hiding just as many things from me as you did before the academy as well. Guess things haven’t changed.” 

Tony looked up at the comment and if looks could kill, Y/N would be taking her last breath. But like father like daughter, she was giving the same look. 

“I’m not discussing this with you any longer. You are taking the rest of the day away from royal duties, and can spend the rest of your day in your room for all I care.”

“What? Are you grounding me?” she sassed. 

Tony stood up and walked just inches from her.

“Keep it up and I’ll make it two days.” 

“Wow. Typical. Can’t control me, so you send me away. Is that your only way to think of fixing problems, father?” she let out a scoff looking at him, and then turning on her heel. 

Tony was ready to fire back, but there was no use. The two would just end up bickering ‘till the end of time. 

He just watched her leave the room with her handmaidens close behind as she angrily stomped out. 

__

Y/N got to her room, and began pacing back and forth. Wanda and Nat sitting on her bed watching her whisper to herself, and stop every other step and think before beginning the angry pacing again.

This went on for about 10 minutes before Y/N just halted and let out a long sigh.

“I need to ride.” she huffed turning to the girls.

“Ride? Horse ride?” Wanda asked.

“Yes, to clear my mind. I just need to get out of these God forsaken walls. Being in the same place as him is driving me insane.” she groaned talking with her hands. Something she did when really frustrated or distraught. 

“You mean your father?” Nat asked. 

“Yes. That bastard.” she said with rage.

“Y/N, you don’t mean that-”

“I’m gonna change. Are you going to help me or do I need to do it myself?” she said marching to the closet.

The two red heads looked at each other with worry on their faces, but stood and went to help nonetheless.

They got her dressed in a dress that was better for horse riding considering it had a slit on the side that made it easier to ride not side saddle. Side saddle was only for fancier occasions, and considering Y/N was probably just going to be running through fields and wooded areas, fancy wasn’t important. 

It was long sleeve off the shoulder, light pink dress that was lighter in weight compared to her others. It had intricate designs covering it too keep it royal, but also still somehow simple for nothing too fancy. The slit was in the front, but could easily be covered by the extra fabric on the sides if she wanted. 

Nat pulled her hair to a braid flowing in the back with wayward strands coming out since Y/N wouldn’t sit still long enough for her to fix it. 

The princess walked with purpose as she made her way to the stables, but out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Clint and Bucky talking to a few soldiers, and she had to ask them what happened earlier. She had a feeling it had to do with Steve considering he’s all she could think of, and no one had mentioned him nor had she heard from him all day. Something was not right and she was going to investigate.

“James. Clinton.” she said grabbing their attention causing the two to turn around to her. 

If she didn’t pay attention, she wouldn’t have noticed the wince they gave at seeing her. Something was definitely up. They nodded off to the soldier sending him away, and then then slowly turned to the princess. 

“Why so formal?” Bucky chuckled trying to lighten the mood seeing the serious face on her. 

“Because I’m speaking to you as the future queen not as your friend.” she said with a intense and somewhat intimidating voice. 

“Y/N-” Clint started, but she cut him off looking straight to Bucky knowing he would be the one to break first.

“What were you and my father discussing before I came in this morning?” she said never breaking eye contact.

“Uh, I’m not at liberty to say.” he said straightening and trying his best to hold his ground.

“Oh, but see...” she said stepping closer. “I think you are.” her eyes piercing into his soul. “What were you two discussing?”

“Y/N, I really can’t-”

“Bucky, I suggest you answer the question. My father will get what’s coming to him for trying to hide everything from me.” she said with anger. “If you’re worried about him getting angry with you, don’t be. I have that handled.”

Bucky looked at his friends around him for some kind of help. Clint was looking down, and Nat and Wanda were sharing worried looks. They had never seen her this enraged, and none of them knew how to handle or react to it.

“You guys are no help.” he mumbled for his friends to hear, before he turned to her and finally looked into her eyes that made him shake a little. “We were discussing a mission that’s going on about a day’s travel from here. It seemed small and insignificant, but he sent someone one out for it anyway.”

“Ok and why was he talking to you and not Steve? Last I checked he’s the Captain.” she said adding up all the facts.

“Yes, uh, well as for now, I’m acting captain on the grounds.” Bucky said quietly. 

“Excuse me?” she said with raised eyebrows. “Not that you’re not capable, but that means that Steve is no longer on the grounds…” she put two and two together. “Which means-”

“I’m sorry Y/N. I wasn’t supposed to tell you because your father thought-”

“He sent Steve out because of me.” she huffed. “That BASTARD!” she shouted making everyone within 50 ft of her turn their head. “Oh, I’m gonna-!” she started. She paused and took her hands that were in fist at her sides and rolled her shoulders. 

Her friends had no idea what was happening. One second she looked ready to set the castle on fire, and the next she was taking deep breaths, and straightening her posture. Everyone stared at her with wide eyes waiting to see if another emotion took over. Instead, she went straight faced and almost emotionless.

“Natasha, will you see to my horse and make sure the he is indeed ready for travel?” she said looking straight a head.

“Uh, yes, but Y/N-”

“Thank you. Wanda, will you come with me? I need to go through my wardrobe and see if I have any other dresses for riding. This one seems a bit snug.” she said turning. 

“Yes, of course. Are you ok princess, or-” Wanda asked.

She turned back around before heading back to the castle. 

“Bucky, you said it was day’s travel? Where exactly were they headed, and why?” she asked.

His eyes widened as he realized what was happening, and Clint tensed up as well. 

“Y/N, you can’t follow him. It’s dangerous, and you don’t know the routes like you think you do-” Clint began.

“Answer the question Bucky.” she said never looking away from him. 

“I’m not letting you go off on your own Y/N. Steve wouldn’t want it, and your father will have my head.” Bucky answered more solemnly this time. 

“If you won’t tell me, then I’ll find out somewhere else. All you’re doing is maybe wasting one hour of my travels.” she shrugged turning back and walking toward the castle again. 

“Y/N!” he shouted running to her. “Stop!” he said running in front of her, hands out, and ready to hold her back himself. “Think about this. Steve wouldn’t want you in the woods by yourself.”

“I’m not going by myself.”

“Regardless. You don’t know the trails like you think you do. It’s been 10 years since you traveled any of them. Plus, there are bandits and robbers that will gladly take advantage of a maiden in the woods.” he shook his head.

“I can handle myself Bucky.” 

“I know, but you never know the circumstances. There could be multiple, and if you-”

“I’m not going by myself. Wanda and Nat will accompany me.”

“Y/N, I forbid it. As standing Captain of your army, I don’t give you permission to follow your own mission.” he said pulling at straws to keep her back.

She tried stifling a laugh, but couldn’t hold it. She ended up crouching with her hands on her knees as she laughed hard. 

“You forbid it?” she laughed out getting him to roll his eyes at her. “That’s a good one Buck. Really. You got me for a second.”

“Y/N-” 

“Move out of the way Bucky. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.” she said walking past him. 

He let out a irritated sigh, and ran by her side.

“What do you think this is going to accomplish huh? You show up and tell him to come home? Is that what you’re going to do? Because you do that, and he comes home, your father is going to be even more enraged with him, and may end up doing something far worse than sending him on a pointless mission to get him away from here.” Bucky said causing her to fault in her steps and look up at him. “Listen, I get it. You two are head or heels for each other. We’ve all known it since day one.” he sighed as Wanda and Clint came by his side. “But if you really love him, you’ll wait this out till he comes home, and your father isn’t as furious with him. Then, maybe then, he might back off of Steve, and let him go back to his normal ways.”

“What if something happens Buck?” she said quietly.

“Steve’s been on far more dangerous missions in his life. He’ll be fine Y/N/N.” Bucky said softening seeing the worry in her features. “You just have to trust that whatever wild goose hunt King Tony sent him on ends in a few days. He’ll come back to you in one piece. I promise.” he said resting a hand on her shoulder and making her look up at him. 

“Don’t make promises you have no control over Buck. Or else it’ll be your ass that’s on the line.” she said with some humor, but also a true threat. 

“If he doesn’t come back in one piece, I’ll beat him up myself for being an idiot.” Bucky smiled trying to lighten the mood. 

“If he’s not back in a few days though, there’s no promise I won’t leave.” she said seriously.

“I don’t doubt that for a second. If that’s the case, I’ll go with you.” Bucky reassured. 

“Ok. You win this round Barnes. I’ll stay, but I’m not kidding. I hear any word that there’s trouble and I’m hopping on my horse, and leaving this place in the dust.”

“Yes ma’am.” he chuckled.

“Wanda,” she turned to the worried, but now somewhat relieved lady. “I still need to clear my head. Let’s go find Nat.” 

“Of course Princess.” Wanda nodded as Y/N walked by.

“I’ll be waiting for news Barnes.” Y/N shouted behind her.

Bucky nodded as him and Clint watched them head to the stables.

“You’re not going to tell her the truth?” Clint asked.

“No. I’ll give her these next few days.” Bucky sighed. “For all we know Steve could come back then.”

“Buck. Tony sent him on a month long mission on a 5 day travel. He’s not coming back soon.” Clint groaned.

“Yeah, but better we come up with excuses, than have her lost in the middle of the woods somewhere we can’t help her.” 

“I guess. Doesn’t make me feel any better about lying.” Clint rubbed his eyes. 

“Me either, but Steve would kill me if I let her get hurt in anyway.” 

“He would kill us all.” Clint laughed lightly. “Come on. We have some training to do with the newbies. That’s one thing Steve got lucky missing out on.”

Feedback helps the author grow!!!

10 Years Time Tag:

@starstrucknature​  @zlixlle​ @thorne93​ @captainsteveevans @girlintheshire​ @shreddedparchment​ @ce-vans​ @laneygthememequeen​ @averyrogers83​ @sp2900​ @heyiamthatbitch​ @purpleclodpastamug​ @noobmaster63​ @snow30285​ @zeilenkrieg​ @twizzziee​ @buckybarneslove76​ @srrymydood​ @kaytizzle​ @cheeseburgersstuff​  @teller258316​ @thejourneyneverendsx​ @notyourtypicalrose​ @sebastianstanfavpita​ @capsiclesdoll​ @artprincessbree​ @my-favorite-fics-and-imagines​ @kakakatey​ @coldmuffinbanditshoe @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory​ @hista-girl​

Other Tags:

@shamelesslydean​ @sleepless-sin​  @sandlee44​  @spnwoman​ @ravengirl94​ @carryonmywaywardcaptain​ @ezilyamuzed​ @thosekidswhohuntmonsters​ @anise-d-castle6​ @tailsoflightning​  @spookycowz @snffbeebee​ @angelessquirrel @deans-baby-momma​ @natura1phenomenon​ @tftumblin​ @gh0stgurl​ @screechingartisancashbailiff​ @herscrunchiehairtie​ @dreaminemz​ @monkeymcpoopoo​ @a-girl-who-loves-disney​ @andthatsmyworld​ @greenarrowhead​ @savio-the-depressed-moose​ @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce​ @greyeyedsmile14​ @adoptdontshop-blog​ @bagoly57​ @traceyaudette​ @rainflowermoonlibrary​ @luciathewinchestergirl​ @almostelegantfire​ @thefaithfulwriter​ @the-is13​ @kaz11283​ @jerkbitchidjitassbutt​ @squirrelgirl67​ @jackles-15​ @lauravic​ @deansgirls-1968 @a–1–1–3 @spnbaby-67​ @deannotmoose​ @naomi02hook​ @were-not-the-losechesters​ @lilulo-12​

Tags are closed for this series!!!

#marvel #mcu #mcu series #marvel fanfiction #Marvel Family #marvel series #mcu fanfic #Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers series #justkending #captain america x reader #captain america fanfiction #Captain America x reader Series #captain america series #captain america #steve x reader #royal au series #marvel royal au

[daybreak-delusion]

Chapter 7

Introduction: Whitney Goodwinson was planning on inheriting one of her deceased grandmother's properties, but not a little house off the coast of North Carolina.  As she struggles to meet new people, fix up her new property, deal with troublemaker JJ Maybank, and perfect her grandmother's infamous lemonade, she might just find that the Outer Banks has more to offer than it seems. 

Series Masterlist 

Previous Chapter

After the long walk home I took a shower, finally, and went straight to bed. It had been an excruciatingly long day and I was ready for some sleep. Thankfully the next morning I wasn’t awakened by the annoying sound of a lawnmower. I took a shower to clean off my sleep and changed into some shorts and a simple blouse. The one good thing about the humidity is that it was making my normally frizzy curly hair look normal. Back in my room after looking around at my mess, I decided that would be a cleaning day. I put on my headphones and shuffled my cleaning playlist and got to work. I started with my room, unpacking my bags, finally, and organizing my clothes in the closet. Then I moved to the bathroom, cleaning the mirrors, countertops, and disinfecting the shower and toilet with some cleaner I found in the kitchen. I spent three seconds debating whether or not to go into Grandmother’s room and then turned into the living room. I vacuumed, dusted, and disinfected some more. The kitchen was the worst, I kept sneezing from all of the dust when Fernando by ABBA came on. Oh my god, this was my song. I picked up a spoon and pretended to sing to my adoring fans. 

“There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando!” I was practically screaming by the time the chorus came on, dancing to the beat like a maniac. 

“They were shining there for you and me for liberty-” 

“Hey, sunshine!” yelled a voice from behind me. Screaming I turned around and saw JJ leaning against the back door frame. He was wearing the same tacky shorts as yesterday and a white t-shirt with some fishing company logo on it. 

“How long have you been standing there?” I said, taking off my headphones blush creeping on to my face. 

“Not long, I’m here to pick the lemons and just need to get a bag,” explained JJ walking towards the pantry getting a reusable bag out. 

“Oh right do you need any help?” 

“Oh no I’m good, wouldn't want to cut your little concert short.” 

“Ha, ha,” I laughed sarcastically, “be sure to bring them back, I’m thinking of trying Grandmother's lemonade recipe.” 

“Really?” he stopped before heading out the door giving me a quizzical look. 

“Yeah, I was thinking about making a batch for good measure.” 

“Well good luck with that, Vicky was really particular about the way she made her lemonade.” 

“Oh, I think I can handle a little lemonade.”

“If you say so, I’ll be in the greenhouse,” he said humming the chorus of Fernando on his way out the door.  When he left I shook off my embarrassment and I turned back to dusting the shelves. After a while, I realized how hungry I was. The only food that I’ve had was dinner last night with the Camerons and the only food in the house was some stale saltine crackers and beer, which was kinda concerning but I tried not to look too into it. One thing was for sure, I needed food. Like now. Thankfully just as I was about to try my luck with the saltines, JJ walked back in with a bag full of lemons. 

“I only got about 10 this batch but next week we should get about triple,” said JJ walking in through the back door. He placed the bag on the counter and reached into the fridge to grab a beer. 

“Thank you, also do you by any chance know of anywhere to eat?” 

“Um yeah my friend’s family owns a restaurant, it’s called The Wreck, they got great sandwiches. It’s about two miles into town.” 

“Sounds perfect, you want anything?” 

“Uh no, no I’m good just tell Kie I said hi,” he said taking a swing of his beer as he walked towards the back door. 

“Do you ever drink water?” I asked. 

“Not if I can help it sunshine,” he replied with a wink walking out the door. 

That boy was going to die of liver failure if he kept his drinking habits up. A problem he’d have to deal with. In the meantime I needed food. That’s how my search for transportation started. No way was I gonna ask for a ride from Rafe and I’m pretty sure JJ just materializes everywhere, so I had to either walk or find another way. 

Another thing I was oblivious too when I first arrived was the garage to the left of the house. Hopefully, Grandmother left a bike or even a skateboard for me. I walked the dirt path to the old little garage. It’s kinda how I imagined what the house would have looked like if I’m being honest. It was even more faded yellow then the house with a rusty white painted garage door. Cobwebs were everywhere. I was terrified that I would have to encounter the creatures that made them. I was half expecting the handle to fall off when I pulled the door up. It opened with an ear-piercing screech and a cloud of dust. When I stopped coughing my lungs out I saw it. A vintage yellow Volkswagen beetle with a rack on top for surfboards surrounded by at least 50 cardboard boxes. I just stared at it for a few seconds admiring the car. I’m not exactly an expert on automobiles or whatever, but something about vintage cars really got me going. On the left of the garage was a bulletin board with a couple of keys tacked to it labeled with different things. I found the one that said car and prayed that the thing would start. The outside of the car was covered in dust, but thankfully the inside was a little cleaner. The only problem was that the car was a stick. Now I haven't driven stick in two years. Grandmother always said any person with a brain could drive automatic, but it took a real driver to learn stick. It was a miracle the car started in the first place and all I had to do was pray I remembered how to drive it. 

I only stalled a couple of times in the beginning, but eventually got in the grove of changing the gears. As I drove I was hoping I was imagining it but people seemed to be looking at my car as if it were on fire. I’m pretty sure I would know if my car was on fire or not so I kept going. Eventually, I found the little restaurant and pulled into a parking spot. The Wreck was just preparing for rush hour when I walked in. The floor was worn by the many footsteps that had walked into this establishment. The walls were decorated with pictures that looked as old as the restaurant and stickers from different surf shops and fishing companies. What I noticed most of all was the salty and intoxicating smell of freshly made french fries. I was practically salivating when a girl about my age approached me. 

“Welcome to The Wreck, what can I get for you,” she said with a tired, but genuine smile. She had her dark curly hair tied up in a messy bun with an old gray headband keeping her flyaways out of her face and was wearing a dark green bikini top under her tank top with the logo of the restaurant on it. 

“Hi, I hear you guys got great sandwiches,” I replied. If my instincts were correct this girl was Kie, JJ’s friend. 

“Yeah, we got tuna, turkey, roast beef, and our specialty lobster.” 

“Do you actually have any vegetarian options?” 

“Oh, you’re a vegetarian? So am I!” she said with a little more energy in her voice. 

“Yeah have been for the past two years.” 

“Wow I started about three years ago and am trying to make the switch to veganism.” 

“Good for you!” 

“Thank you! Most of my friends make fun of me for it, but I just can't stand the thought of eating a living creature. Anyways just one vegetarian sandwich?” 

“Yes please and some fries as well, also I’m sorry if this is too weird to ask , but are you Kie by any chance?” 

“Uhh yeah how did you know that?” she replied giving me a look that said, “who is this weirdo and how does she know my name?” 

“Okay cool, I’m Whitney and your friend JJ works… I mean worked for my grandmother.” 

“Oh my god, no way your Vicky’s granddaughter of course!” she said the look she was giving me melting into a smile,” I knew I recognized your car from somewhere, your grandma would come in here every Sunday for brunch, there gotta be a picture of her on the wall if you wanna look. She was such a sweet lady. JJ mentioned that you were in town I don’t know why I didn’t put that together and you had dinner with Sarah’s family yesterday right?”  

“Yeah I did, she has an interesting family.”

“God tell me about it, her brother is a piece of work.” 

It seemed like everyone had some kind of beef with Rafe.

“I had to spend the afternoon with him yesterday and it was excruciating. Thankfully JJ saved me.” 

“He saved you? Usually he’s the one to get people in trouble.” 

“Yeah I heard something like that, but so far he’s proven his usefulness.”

“Well I’m glad he hasn't screwed you over yet,” she said noticing the lunch rush was about to start, “So just the sandwich and fries?” 

“Yeah and just whatever JJ usually gets, he’s over working right now and I figure I’d get him something to consume that wasn't a cheap beer and make it to go please.” 

“Alrighty then a vegetarian sandwich with a side of fries and a The Barrel Roll Burger coming right up. That’ll be $15.25.” 

I pulled out a twenty and put the change into the jar when she was looking the other way. While a man, who I assumed was Kie’s father, was making my order I looked at all of the old photographs and stickers on the wall. I failed to find any of Grandmother but a newer looking polaroid stood out to me. It was of a group of teenagers sitting around a table in the restaurant. I recognized Kie, Sarah, and JJ with two other handsome looking boys. Geez what was in the water on this island, everyone seemed to be incredibly attractive. JJ was shoving some sort of food in Kie’s face while Sarah and one of the boys were pretending to make out, I assumed it was her boyfriend John B, while the other boy just looked straight into the camera like he was on The Office or something. They all looked happy and seemed to be enjoying their afternoon. I couldn't help but notice how close Kie and JJ were and a twinge of jealousy sparked in my stomach. 

“Order up Whitney!” called Kie with a brown bag in her hand. 

“Thank you!” I replied, “You have no idea how hungry I am.” 

“Well come by anytime, we got the best food on the island,” she said with a smile. 

“I sure will, thanks again!” I said walking out the door and towards my car.

a/n: So yeah apparently Whitney gets turned on by cars. Anyways thank you so much for reading! I absolutely LOVE writing and although sometimes it gets frustrating or I start to doubt wether I should continue or not I just keep going because I love it. Next chapter will be up Wednesday so stay tuned! Thanks again! 

#jj maybank #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank x original character #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank fandom #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fandom #obx #obx fandom #obx fanfiction #jj outer banks #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fic slow burn #slow burn