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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Look What You Made Me Do 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Curtis Everett, ceo!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The conference room is set. An array of desserts sprawl across the table on trays, carafes of tea and coffee, ewers of juice, and a large jug of water. There's only one thing missing, aside from your employees. The most basic of necessities.

You search around for one of the cafe workers in their all black attire, the logo the only snatch of brightness on their being; a plume of smoke that reads Everett's. A venue recommended by several of your company members though you preferred the more corporate chain. You approach the man with the buzzcut and stubble along his jaw as sets tongs on each tray.

“Hello,” you greet him, crossing your arms. His grey blue eyes flick down at the gesture and back up. He offers an expression short of a smile. “I'm just hoping you have some cutlery. Oh, and napkins.”

“They're in the truck,” he checks his watch as he gives the monotone answer.

“Shouldn't they be up here?” You insist.

He sighs, “we're setting up. One thing at a time.”

You're taken aback by his tone. You're not in the habit of being mean to service workers but you expect more than his dismissive manner. You poke your tongue into your cheek and tilt your head.

“I understand, there's no need to be hostile,” you reproach.

“I'm not,” he takes another lid off a tray, “I'm just stating facts. You'll get your forks and knives.”

You lift your nose up. You don't like this man. He is too gruff for this business.

“Hmmm, well, thank you. I'll be sure to tell your boss how helpful you were,” you take out your phone as your words drip with sarcasm, “and so bubbly and nice.”

You scroll through your recent numbers. This was a lot of work, the type you don't usually make. The whole event was your idea, to show some appreciation for your employees, but it's left you entirely exhausted.

You hit the number you've been going back and forth with over numbers and arrangements. You step away with a trite smile and turn your back. You wait as the phone rings. It answers on the first.

“Everett's,” the short response, in double.

You blanch and hesitate to say anything more. That's odd.

“Uh, hello, I'm from–” you begin and stop again as the odd echo eeks you out. You turn and face the man with his phone in hand, the screen showing the call on speaker.

“So, you forget to order something?” The man asks.

You squint and approach him step by step. You scoff, “huh.”

“Look, I'll get the forks, happy,” he pinches a set of tongues in front of you, “if there's anything missing, I'll be more than happy to refund it.”

Your mouth pinches in irritation, “right.”

“Curtis Everett,” he drops the tongs on a tray and offers his hand, greeting you by your name.

You look at his hand and reluctantly shake it. His grip is tight, almost painful. You pull away, hiding your discomfort.

“Ma'am,” he smirks and turns on his heel.

You stand, speechless, watching him strut out. ‘Ma'am’? You… you aren't that old. Your grays aren't that bad. Are they?

You strut around the table. The coffee smells great. You pour yourself a cup of the dark roast and blow over the top. You wander around and take a careful sip. It is great coffee, you have to admit. At least to yourself.

“Locally roasted,” Curtis declares as he enters with a box under his arm. “In house, just like all our products.”

“Mm,” you lower the cup, your lipstick stained on the rim.

He puts down a tray and starts to load in bamboo cutlery from the box, nearly sorting it into the different sections.

“Bamboo?” You frown.

“Biodegradable,” he says without looking up, “we are local and sustainable.”

“I don't want splinters,” you sniff.

“Well, you could just use your hands,” he shrugs. “Or are you too good for that too?”

“Excuse me?”

“Listen, lady, I didn't come here to be treated like a dog. I came here to make sure everything was set up properly. I'm a business owner and I'm sure you know that means I could be doing something more important.”

“You could,” you agree.

“But I'm here. I'd call that attentive service,” he insists and flips the flap shut on the box, “you have a good day, ma'am. Maybe try some decaf.”

He walks back out and once more leaves you glaring

As good as the coffee is, it's not worth that man's ego.

#curtis everett #dark curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #snowpiercer #drabble #series #au #look what you made me do

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exo-wvrse-bbl · 2 months

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23/03/24 - xiumin

Did you sleep well?

I’m thrilled thinking about how I’ll meet Eris today🫣 Gotta have lots of fun today

You do know that the 1st and 2nd sessions* today are totally different, right?

I went to the venue* yesterday and I don’t think there’s anyone who won’t be able to find it… The venue screams "It’s me XIUMIN!!"…ㅋ

I’ll be seeing how pretty you look today!!😎

I’m on my way to the venue~~~~

To those who are coming to my birthday party, to those who are going to watch Please have a delicious lunch first!!!

*after birthday parties*

Today was such a happy day….🥹

Because Eris liked it It was worth it having prepared so hard!!”

I couldn’t take a photo of the one for the afternoon ㅜㅜ Because it was so hectic..

Hehe my tongs has arrived!!**

I’m interested to know if you liked my gift!!

I will freeze the memories from today and I will secure them safely🧊

Well then, get home safely and wash up!!! Have a bit of midnight snack and sleep ~~ tight>.<“

*For his birthday fanmeeting today! There are 2 sessions, at 2 and 7PM **He shared that he received the package for meat tongs he ordered recently

source in desc

#exo #exo m #exo cbx #xiumin #minseok #bubble

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 3 months

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Today - March 12th, 1974 - Queen Story!

Interview with Freddie Mercury – NME

by Julie Webb

It was clear for all to see that Queen’s Freddie Mercury wasn’t in the best of health. His hair lacked the recent attention of heated curling tongs; a cold sore was erupting above his upper lip; and horror – seems he’d not been able to summon enough strength to apply Biba black nail polish to more than one hand.

Mercury was worried as the camera lens zoomed in on him. He beseeched us to “touch up the picture to remove the cold sore if you can.”

I know it sounds like we’re setting the guy up, but he takes it all in good heart. Why, last time we met he stated he was “gay as a daffodil” – and here he was, willingly holding a daffodil in hand, outside Buckingham Palace. He posed regally, shirt temporarily coming unhitched from his trousers, revealing a hairy chest.

The British tour sapped most of the Mercury energy. Bedridden with laryngitis when it finished, he had just a few free days to repair any mental or physical damage before Queen joined Mott The Hoople on their two-month tour of America.

He is, in short pretty knackered – and if the American tour seems to be happening too soon after Britain, there’s no way he can change things.

I’d like a couple of weeks off, but you’ve got to push yourself. But we’re at a stage in our careers, my dear, where it’s just got to be done. I shall be resting on my laurels soon…”

He stops, considers the last remark and realises he may have said the wrong thing. Hurriedly he comes in with, “To put it another way, I shall try and reap my profits. I’ve worked my ass off these past few months. I’ve worked till I’ve dropped and after a while you physically can’t do it.”

Didn’t he think the British tour was a bit too busy, what with so many gigs included. “Yes it was a heavy tour, but it put us in a different bracket overnight. It’s a tour we had to do and I think now we’ve done it we can do the next British tour on our own terms, exactly how we like.

“With this tour we were booked in well beforehand at semi-big venues and, by the time we came to doing them, we had the album out, we’d got a bit of TV exposure and everything escalated. I think if we’d waited we could have done all the big venues – it’s just a matter of timing. But I’m glad we did the tour when we did. Even though there was a lot of physical and mental strain – so many things to worry about other than the music.”

A situation not improved by the fact that all members of Queen are, according to Mercury, “very highly strung”. Add to that his admitted bad temper. “I’m very emotional. Whereas before, I was given time to make my decisions, now nearly all of us are so highly strung we just snap. We always argue but I think it’s a healthy sign because we get to the root of the matter and squeeze the best out. But lately so much is happening, it’s escalating so fast that everybody wants to know almost instantly, and I certainly get very temperamental.”

“You’ve got to know where to draw the line. But the public always come first – it’s a corny thing to say but I mean it. Lately I’ve been throwing things around which is very unlike me. I threw a glass at someone the other day. I think I’m going to go mad in a few years time; I’m going to be one of those insane musicians.”

It’s at this point that I begin to wonder about Mercury. On stage he lords it around like some old slag. Offstage, he’s vain, camp – yet a nice enough dude.

He just has an unfortunate way with him during interviews, coming out with quotes and stories that are bound to be misconstrued or lay him wide open to mickey-taking. This could well account for some of the unkind press the band have received.

“I think, to an extent, we are a sitting target because we gained popularity quicker than most bands and we’ve been talked about more than any other band in the last month, so it’s inevitable. Briefly, I’d be the first one to accept fair criticism. I think it would be wrong if all we got were good reviews – but it’s when you get unfair, dishonest reviews where people haven’t done their homework that I get annoyed.” Unlike many British bands, they’ve waited until the time was right and are appearing on the same bill as Mott, who will assuredly pull in large crowds.

So the present and the future seem well assured I enquire about the past – like, what kind of family background does a guy like Mercury have?

“Middle-class. Musicians aren’t social rejects any more. If you mean; Have I got upper class parents who put a lot of money into me? Was I spoilt? – no. My parents were very strict. I wasn’t the only one, I’ve got a sister, I was at boarding school for nine years so I didn’t see my parents that often. That background helped me a lot because it taught me to fend for myself.”

Boarding school… if we are to believe stories that circulate about boarding schools – brutish behaviour, homosexual goings-on – well, the mind positively boggles in Freddie Mercury’s case.

I broach the subject…

“it’s stupid to say there is no such thing in boarding schools. All the things they say about them are more or less true. All the bullying and everything else. I’ve had the odd schoolmaster chasing me. It didn’t shock me because somehow boarding schools… you’re not confronted by it, you are just slowly aware of it. It’s going through life.”

So was he the pretty boy who everyone wanted to lay?

“Funnily enough, yes. Anybody goes through that. I was considered the arch poof.”

So how about being bent?

“You’re a crafty cow. Let’s put it this way, there were times when I was young and green. It’s a thing schoolboys go through. I’ve had my share of schoolboy pranks. I’m not going to elaborate further.”

Oh dear. And just when we were doing so well.

📸 Pic: 1974 - Freddie Mercury posing

#nme magazine #freddie mercury interview 1974 #1974 #interview #julie webb #freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor

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wlwcatalogue · 6 months

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Screening Announcement! (Dec 10th & 17th, 2023)

Update as of 6 Dec 2023: There are still decent seats left for the 6pm & 9pm showings on Dec 10th, and for all four screenings on Dec 17th!

If anyone here will be in Hong Kong this December 10th or 17th (both Sundays), and has even a passing interest in Yam Kim Fai and Pak Suet Sin (see my post on them here), queerness in East Asia and/or the 1950’s, or Chinese opera, I strongly urge you to go to one of the eight screenings of the restored version of Butterfly and Red Pear Blossom (蝶影紅梨記)!

Not only is it a great romantic comedy (yes, really), it’s also a very rare opportunity to see a classic Cantonese opera movie – or indeed any black and white Hong Kong movie – with English subtitles and in 4K resolution. For a taster, check out this excellent dance scene (not 4K) and this video from the Hong Kong Film Archive about their restoration efforts!

On top of that, it’ll be showing in the cinema of the storied Sunbeam Theatre (新光戲院), which opened in 1972 and is Hong Kong’s last commercial Cantonese opera theatre. (It must be added that being able to go there will soon become an even rarer opportunity; the venue will sadly be closing in 2025 as heritage is apparently a joke in Hong Kong.)

Here's a quick outline of the story for those who need a bit more convincing:

Penned by the Shakespeare of Cantonese opera, Tong Tik Sang (唐滌生), this retelling of Yuan-dynasty opera Tale of Red Pear Flower (謝金蓮詩酒紅梨花) starts off fairly sober - courtesan So-chau (Pak Suet Sin) and scholar Chiu Yu-chau (Yam Kim Fai) are long-distance lovers, but before they are able to meet in person for the first time, So-chau is forced to fake her death to avoid being sent off to a barbarian warlord. But then it morphs into an unexpected romantic comedy: in her escape, So-chau ends up at a relative’s house… only to find that Chiu will be moving in as a guest there that very night. Unfortunately for her, she’s been forbidden by her uncle from disclosing her identity for fear of disrupting Chiu’s studies, and Chiu is extraordinarily – albeit adorably – dumb. Apart from the two leads being played by women, it’s really easy to read queer themes into how So-chau is desperate with longing and yet unable to directly articulate her desires and identity, permitted only to hint and nudge. (As is the movie as a whole in some ways, since Hong Kong movies of that era were very prudish; even heterosexual kisses weren’t allowed onscreen.) Chiu, kind-hearted but oblivious, echoes the familiar figure of the queer crush. Also, Pak plays So-chau with the thirstiness of a marathon runner who hasn’t had a drop of water since the start of the race, so there’s that to enjoy too :)

Tickets are available on the Cityline website for HK$70 each (linked here – change the language to English by clicking “Eng” in the menu); note that you’ll need to make an account to make a purchase. Dec 10th and Dec 17th will both have four screenings each (12pm, 3pm, 6pm, and 9pm), but seating is very limited so you should definitely buy your ticket sooner rather than later!

#wlw recommendations #asian lgbtq #hong kong #cantonese opera #chinese opera #yam kim fai #pak suet sin #hong kong queer icons #yampak #yambak #pak sheut sin #bak sheut sin #theatre

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freddieraimbow74 · 3 months

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12 March 1974, New Musical Express conducted an interview with Freddie Mercury by Julie Webb

“Highly Strung? We Fight Over Hair Spray”

Mercury was worried as the camera lens zoomed in on him. He beseeched us to “touch up the picture to remove the cold sore if you can.”

He is, in short pretty knackered – and if the American tour seems to be happening too soon after Britain, there’s no way he can change things.

I’d like a couple of weeks off, but you’ve got to push yourself. But we’re at a stage in our careers, my dear, where it’s just got to be done. I shall be resting on my laurels soon…”

It’s at this point that I begin to wonder about Mercury. On stage he lords it around like some old slag. Offstage, he’s vain, camp – yet a nice enough dude.

So the present and the future seem well assured I enquire about the past – like, what kind of family background does a guy like Mercury have?

Boarding school… if we are to believe stories that circulate about boarding schools – brutish behaviour, homosexual goings-on – well, the mind positively boggles in Freddie Mercury’s case.

I broach the subject…

So was he the pretty boy who everyone wanted to lay?

“Funnily enough, yes. Anybody goes through that. I was considered the arch poof.”

So how about being bent?

Oh dear. And just when we were doing so well. 💛

This interview was published April 1974

📷 Freddie and Julie Webb, March 1974, photo by Joe Stevens

#queen band #freddie mercury #musique #brian may #roger taylor #jhon deacon #j’adore

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I know Mile and Apo fans are their main fanbase and bread and butter but they should have done the press tour very differently if BOC didn't want Mansuang to be viewed as a BL film. Apo and Bas should have been teamed up for the press tour along with Mile and Tong. All four should have gone abroad for the overseas premiers and even if not for one of the big magazines like vogue should have done more interviews and photoshoots together (all 4) for the movie. They should have played around with the pairing a lot more for the press tour. Bas and Tong had massive parts in the movie and according to critics did very well in the movie.They should have been promoted more in their own press tour for their film. The intention of Mansuang was a Mile Apo movie but that clearly isn't what the end product was and they should have promoted it as an ensemble film. This is not even taking into account the actual veteran actors and actresses in the film that got absolutely 0 press. Let the women and older actors in your film actually promote the film to their own fans and that demographic? People don't go to the movies just for young good looking men. They actually had a lot to work with and I think Mansuang would have done a lot better locally if they hadn't completely blown the marketing for this film in a rushed few weeks with overloaded content that followed the BL marketing handbook that they used for KP.

the lack of acknowledgement of the veteran actors on the posters and in the trailer was something @moerusai and I both noticed and talked about. I think we mainly kept quiet at the time because there was soooo much complaining, from the size of the characters on the poster to how often the specific posters rotated at what venues, it just would be piling on legitimate issues on top of petty complaints.

there were well known, well respected actors in the cast who would've been an audience draw. I have a handful of actors I'll go to see a film for, *knowing* they're playing a side character (thinking mainly of Tom Hardy and Ben Whishaw here, who shine as leads and support).

Mile and Apo both made jokes about how difficult it must have been for the artist who made the Man Suang posters to have worked with Pond. there's many fan accounts of Pond's perfectionism in running KPWT... he often seems myopic on perfectionism to the point of missing the main points (here, having a poster that pleased him over missing the overarching man suang marketing campaign...)

I also miss actor mileapo... 😔

not to make riches out of others' misfortune but the WGA strike and the SAG strike did potentially help in getting them on the map prior to White Lotus scripting and casting. There was already some momentum in getting them into the show as guest actors. If that happened it would be a wonderful way for them to get into a series where they're not doing the heavy lifting end to end of fundraising / script development all the way through coming up with marketing. 🙃

the problem with the fandom and having inherited the attitude of entitled musician / kpop fandoms is the constant hunger for new content and getting to see them. film / series take a lot more time to develop. you can drop a single or music videos in preparation for the launch of an album or just as a stand alone single, and most fans just don't seem to recognize that discrepancy in the lift. there were toxic apc solos complaining in August about how the year is "almost over" and Apo had "nothing" as though he didn't spend the majority of the year working on the movie.

anyway the hunger for content makes product promo much more accessible and bite sized... people just aren't patient enough. so many people were mad and antsy when MA were shooting man suang and trying to limit spoilers by showing very little that they threw fits over there not being new content when MA were literally working on the content that is the main dish of the whole meal.

anyway. yeah I agree. fingers crossed the uni icon product will go through relatively quick production and white lotus will pick them 🤞

#mileapo #mileapo as actors #man suang #man suang promo

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homomenhommes · 4 months

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saga: SOUMISSION / DOMINATION 79

Samedi Soir

Il est déjà 22h quand nous finissons les desserts. Marc me charge de les conduire à l'appart.

Chargés de leurs vêtements " civils ", en shorty cuir, en tong et couverts de leurs long manteaux blancs, moi juste couvert d'un grand manteau en fourrure, nous traversons la cour. Entrés dans l'appart, je leur précise que toutes les affaires qui y sont m'appartiennent et que j'y tiens. Donc je leur demande un minimum de respect. Je leur dis que si ils ont à revenir, je libérerais de la place pour leurs affaires personnelles. Comme nous sommes seuls, tous les trois, alors que je m'apprêtais à partir, ils m'ont posé les questions qu'ils n'avaient pas osées poser à Marc. Notamment si pour la partie financière, il tiendrait parole. Car l'un comme l'autre avait subit des désillusions sur ce plan là entre autre. Je leur jurais que ce serait tenu. Par contre je les avertissais de ne pas faire les cons et de respecter leur part de marché, notamment pas de baise avec les invités.

Dimanche Matin.

Levé tôt, je prend un café quand je vois s'éclairer la fenêtre de " mon " appart.

Je traverse la cour avec en mains une bonne quantité de Jock (leurs uniformes hors service touze). Quand j'entre, j'entend la douche fonctionner. Les bols sont propre sur le séchoir à vaisselle. J'avance encore et les découvre en train de se faire du bien tous les deux sous la douche. Samir est en train d'enculer Ammed avec de bons coups de reins et ce dernier en redemande encore et encore. Hier ils s'étaient contenus finalement. Ils sont surpris de me voir leur tendant les draps de bain alors qu'ils émergent de l'état d'euphorie consécutif à l'orgasme et qu'ils sortent de la douche. Ammed devient rouge comme une pivoine. Je les félicite de leur ardeur matinale et leur dit que pour ce matin, ils ont : ménage et préparation du donjon de 8h à 9h30 puis muscu de 9h30 à 10h30 et préparation du brunch de 10h30 à 11h25, déjeuner 11h25 à 11h45 et à midi nos invités vont arriver.

Pour ce premier jour, je les accompagne dans leurs différentes tâches. Je leur dis où sont les choses et les regarde s'activer. Ils sont sérieux et le travail est bien fait. Je me maîtrise car leur petits culs bronzés soulignés par les bandes élastiques des jocks sont des appels au viol !

Marc nous rejoint pour la séance de muscu. Il nous quitte juste après et je continue avec mes deux beurs le programme. Nous nous affairons à préparer café, thé, débouchons le vin, tout ce qui est frais est mis sur plateau puis replacé au frigo en attendant.

Pour ce WE, ils déjeunent dans notre cuisine.

Dimanche midi.

Les premiers à arriver sont Bruno et Arnaud qui n'ont que le parc à traverser. Sonnette. J'envoi Samir ouvrir. De la cuisine où je suis encore, j'entend les échanges qui ont lieu dans l'entrée. Samir : bien venue à XXXXX (le nom de notre maison), donnez moi vos manteaux. Bruno : merci, Marc et Sasha sont il là ? Samir : oui, je vais les prévenir de votre arrivée.

Je vois arriver mon Samir un peu rouge, je le remercie de m'avoir prévenu et l'envoi chercher Marc. Je vais retrouver nos amis et les conduis au salon.

Sonnette, Ammed, de lui même, sachant Samir parti chercher Marc, va à la porte. Il ouvre à Igor et ses jumeaux. Il prend le même style que Samir pour les accueillir.

Tous dans le salon, nous nous installons les aînés discutant entre eux , les jeunes d'un autre coté. Samir et Ammed ont bien pris leur tâche au sérieux et sont piqués debout de chaque coté de la porte en attente d'un ordre.

Bien que prévenus nos invités ne peuvent s'empêcher de mater nos hommes de service. Pendant que Marc s'explique la dessus, moi j'informe les plus jeunes de leurs conformations (obsédés, tout ce qui les intéresse c'est de savoir de combien ils sont montés !) je leur précise quand même qu'il est interdit de baiser avec. Ils sont déçu !!

A la demande de Marc, Samir et Ammed installent le brunch. Alors que nous nous restaurons, Samir est aux aguets question café et propose de remplir nos tasses dès qu'elles se vident. Ammed fait de même avec les plateaux de toasts, charcuteries et autres ...

Après un ajustement de Marc, ils sont toujours présents mais moins " collants ".

Ils débarrassent dès que nous abandonnons les plateaux. Tous nous avons mangé léger en prévision de l'après midi !

Une heure plus tard, Marc leur fait signe que nous allons au donjon. Ils nous y précèdent. Quand nous entrons, les lumières sont allumées et la sélectivité des spots souligne tel ou tel agrès ou instrument.

Nous nous déshabillons mutuellement, entassant nos vêtements près de la porte. Sans que nous ayons eu à le dire, Ammed les ramasse et les pose sur cintres. Nous les futurs enculés (Tic, Tac, Arnaud et moi) passons nous faire de bons lavements histoire d'avoir un tube aussi propre que possible pour accueillir nos mâles en nous.

Marc a éteint les autres lumières et nous sommes seuls éclairés. Ça doit ressembler à une scène où 4 jeunes hommes donnent un spectacle particulier.

Alors que nous en avions fini des préparatifs, nous voyons Samir et Ammed venir vers nous avec de grands draps de bain et nous à la demande de Marc, ils nous essuient consciencieusement les uns après les autres.

Je passe en second entre les mains de Samir et je ne peux que remarquer qu'il bande comme un taureau. Sa bite bien verticale tend le cuir de son petit short. Je jette un coup d'oeil à Ammed qui bouchonne Tac. Il est dans le même état.

Nous rejoignons nos hommes au centre de la salle.

Marc demande à Samir et Ammed de placer Arnaud sur le sling droit et de l'y attacher, puis de faire de même avec Tic et Tac. Les trois amis sont soulevés comme des plumes et entravés chevilles et poignets aux chaînes.

Puis il leur dit de m'attacher en travers de la selle située en face. De là je peux voir tout ce qui se passe.

A la demande des enculeurs, je vois mes deux beurs préparer les trous de mes coreligionnaires. Graissage, doigtages, je vois sur leurs visages renversés la progression de la préparation, grimaces, sourires puis soupirs. Igor n'y tenant plus demande une kpote. c'est Samir qui la lui enfile avant de s'occuper de couvrir Marc, Ammed s'occupant de Bruno.

D'une prise simultanée, les trois mâles pénètrent les trous bien préparés. Je les vois entrer lentement mais sans faillir dans l'intimité de mes amis. Ces derniers apprécient les lentes progressions à leurs juste valeurs et je les imagine ressentant chaque millimètre de bite les perforant.

Je bande dur, la bite coincée entre mes abdos et le cuir de la selle me fait mal.

Alors qu'ils prennent leurs aises dans les entrailles de mes potes, Marc demande à Samir et Ammed de me préparer pour une double sodo.

Je n'en crois pas mes oreilles. Samir non plus car il fait répéter Marc. Ce dernier lui confirme qu'ils doivent me préparer à ce qu'il me sodomise avec Igor puis avec Bruno.

La sueur me coule dans le dos. Elle s'insinue entre mes fesses allant mouiller ma rosette palpitante à l'idée de se faire défoncer par deux vraies bites de chair.

Les trois enculés ont entendu aussi et je les vois me fixer de leurs regards. Je leur souris, cranant comme si c'était rien !

Samir est le premier à me rejoindre avec un pot de graisse entre les mains. J'examine plus attentivement ses doigts. Ils sont longs et larges mais vont parfaitement avec les mains et le reste de l'individu. Ceux d'Ammed sont plus courts mais plus gros aussi.

Alors que mes trois compères se font saillir alternativement par leur propre " maître " puis par les deux autres, je commence à sentir des doigts pénétrer mon intimité.

Ils y vont lentement, prenant bien soin de déplisser mon anus progressivement. Les doigts de Samir me pénètrent en premier. Son majeur, rapidement remplacé par un pouce plus court mais plus charnu ! puis il y met majeur et index, et les fait tourner. Man anneau se détend sous le massage. Il ajoute de la graisse et pistonne mon anus. La chaleur m'envahi, l'idée de me faire doublement saillir m'excite un maximum. Je me contracte et bloque ses doigts. Il est surpris par la force que j'y mets car il ne peut plus les faire bouger. Je me relâche et il continu son manège. Ammed prend la relève, je ressens les différences dimensionnelles. Ils vont moins loin en moi mais m'ouvrent plus.

Je relâche la surveillance de mes amis, concentré sur mon anus et son devenir. Dans le lointain je les entends soupirer, gémir de plaisir.

Consciencieusement, les deux beurs continuent ma préparation. Ils ont maintenant tous les deux des doigts dans mon trou, ajoutant de la graisse, la faisant entrer au fond de moi. Je sens leurs quatre index étirer mon trou. J'entends Samir demander à Ammed de relâcher. J'attend une pause mais c'est plutôt les 4 doigts de sa mains qui me pénètrent. Ses longs doigts massent mon intérieur et ils trouvent ma prostate. Il me fait alors un massage qui me mène plusieurs fois au bord de l'abîme. Je remarque qu'il montre une belle connaissance et maîtrise du corps de l'homme. Pour son age, cela me surprend un peu, mais dans la relative inconscience provoqué par la surcharge de stimulation, je n'en fais pas cas.

Je n'ai même pas entendu mes compagnons jouir de leurs enculages en règle.

Marc demande à Samir et Ammed de me détacher et de me porter au dessus de lui et de Bruno. Ils sont couchés cul à cul, les jambes croisées et leurs bites collées l'une contre l'autre. Je suis tenu de chaque coté par une main sous mon aisselle et l'autre sous le plis de mon genou.

Alors qu'il me baisse sur mon " pal ", je vois autour de nous les 4 autres au spectacle. Ils me posent 2 secondes sur les glands puis laissent la pesanteur faire le travail, servant juste à m'empêcher de basculer. Je ressent chaque millimètre de pénétration, Samir et Ammed me retiennent et je profite un maximum de mon envahissement. Vers le milieu (je pense) j'ai eu un peu de mal. Marc s'en est aperçu et a sa demande Igor à été chercher du poppers pour m'en faire sniffer. Les deux narines saturées, bouffées de chaleur et ouverture en grand de mon sphincter. Docilement, et agréablement, je me suis assis sur les cuisses de mes enculeurs. Applaudissement de mes trois amis, j'ai même entendu Tic et Arnaud demander la même chose ! J'ai commencé, bien aidé de nos deux hommes de service, à me limer j'ai du souvent interrompre le mouvement de peur de jouir trop vite. Marc voyant les difficultés que j'avais à ne pas juter, m'a attiré sur son torse pour que Bruno se désengage. Aussitôt la place fut investie par Igor. Heureusement que Bruno était passé avant car les bites jumelées de Marc et Igor étaient au dessus question diamètre. Marc m'a maintenu contre lui, me roulant pelle sur pelle. J'ai senti Igor se mettre à genoux dans mon dos puis m'enculer sans hésiter. La bouche de Marc a étouffé quelques gémissements, surtout en fin de pénétration. J'ai senti toute la différence de se faire mettre par deux vraies queues plutôt qu'une plus un gode. Trop bon ! Je n'ai pu me retenir et j'ai joui comme jamais. J'ai englué nos torses et même certains jets sont venu couvrir le visage de mon amour. Chaque expulsion de sperme s'est accompagnée de contractions musculaires qui m'auraient fait déculer si je n'avais été pris entre les deux corps musclés et lourds de Marc et Igor. Je n'avais juter pour la dernière fois que j'ai nettement senti le sperme de Marc me couler en direct dans les boyaux et entendu Igor jouir dans sa kpote. J'avais complètement oublié Bruno jusqu'à ce qu'il se rappelle à moi en me jutant sur le dos.

Alors que tous se relevaient et partaient se laver, je suis resté quelques instants lové dans les bras de Marc. Il me caressait le visage, effaçant quelques larmes de plaisir.

Samir et Ammed resté près de nous m'aidèrent à me relevé. Les jambes coupées, il me fallut quelques instants pour retrouver la vigueur de me tenir debout tout seul. Comme ils me soutenaient de chaque coté, Samir m'a glissé tout bas " félicitation !".

Après les ablutions, et rhabillés nous sommes repartis à la maison. Samir et Ammed devant nous rejoindre après quelques rangements.

Dès que tous ont été partis, nos invités enchantés de leur après midi et nos hommes de services ravis d'être " embauchés définitivement " et de leur dédomagement. je suis allé chercher l'enregistrement des caméras du donjon. Mon intérêt premier s'est porté sur ce qui c'était passé après notre retour à la maison. Comme je l'avais pensé alors, nos deux beurs n'avaient pu s'empêcher de libérer les tensions contenues depuis si longtemps dans leurs shorty en cuir. Dès que nous avons refermés la porte sur nous, ils se sont jetés dans les bras l'un de l'autre pour se rouler de méchantes pelles pendant que les mains faisaient glisser les shorty à leurs pieds.

Samir a confirmé son emprise sur Ammed . Nous l'avons vu le pousser à genoux et lui enfiler sa teub dans la gorge sans se préoccuper de son avis. Puis très rapidement il l'a relevé, plié en travers de la première selle venue et enculer sauvagement. Si Ammed avait voulu résisté c'était peine perdue ! Ils ne leur fallut pas 5mn pour exploser.

Marc me dit alors que nous allons les autoriser officiellement à baiser entre eux au donjon et après le service si ils ont envie. Cela promet quelques beaux enregistrements !!

JARDINIER

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SPOGOMI is an abbreviation of "Sport Gomihiroi (=picking up trash)", a sport in which teams compete against each other for points awarded according to the amount and type of trash picked up in a given area within a set time limit. The winner of the qualifying tournament, which will be held in approximately 20 countries around the world, will represent their country and receive a ticket to the World Cup scheduled to be held in Japan (Tokyo) in November 2023. The winner of the qualifying tournament, which will be held in approximately 20 countries around the world, will represent their country and receive a ticket to the World Cup scheduled to be held in Japan (Tokyo) in November 2023. We will cover the cost of travel to Japan, accommodation, meals, and any other expenses deemed necessary! What it's all about There is no age limit and everyone is welcome to participate for free. Bring your friends and family and register a team of three people! The attraction of this SPOGOMI is that not only is trash eliminated through competition, but with teamwork, and depending on strategy and tactics, anyone can "win," regardless of age or gender. The overall goal is to reduce the amount of trash that flows into the ocean and to create an opportunity for many people to focus on the marine waste problem, as the problem of marine waste is becoming more serious worldwide, and most of the marine waste is generated from land and cities. The competition area for picking up trash will be announced shortly before the event. Each team must have three members. If any member of the team is under 12 years old, at least one member of the team must be 18 years old or older. A participant under the age of 18 must obtain the consent of a parent or guardian before participating. Wheelchair users are welcome to participate in the event. Please note that the competition venue may be difficult to move around depending on the location. Two of the three participants must be citizens of or resident in the country. If you wish to change the members of the team, please let us know before the registration desk on the day of the event. Must have or be in the process of obtaining a passport Must be able to travel to Japan in principle (November 20–23, 2023, with the final battle date scheduled for November 22, 2023) in the event of winning the qualifier. The competition will cover the cost of travel to Japan, accommodation, meals, and any other expenses deemed necessary for the qualified team. If for some reason a member of the qualifying team is unable to come to Japan for the World Cup, up to two members may be replaced (if all three members are unable to come to Japan, the second-placed team will be considered the representative). Please wear clothes suitable for physical activity on the day of the event. Changing rooms will not be provided. The management will provide work gloves (for 3 people), garbage bags (number of bags required), and tongs (up to 1 tong per team). No items not provided by the management may be used for trash pickup. Please bring your own rain gear if there is a threat of rain. Please note that photos and videos taken on the day of the event may be used later in web pages and publicity materials related to the event. These are the official rules of SPOGOMI World Cup Participants compete for points awarded according to the type and weight of trash picked up in a designated time and area. The team with the highest score will win. The trash pickup will be 1 hour and the sorting will be 20 minutes. Points will be deducted if the time is exceeded. A team consists of three members. Multiple judges are stationed in the competition area to ensure safety and rule compliance. A caution may be given when rules are violated. If the violation is not corrected after multiple cautions, points will be deducted and the competitor will be disqualified. Please observe traffic rules and other rules in addition to the rules set forth here, and conduct your activities safely. Please be especially careful on narrow roadways. In the event of injury or accident during the competition, please immediately notify the judges and staff around you and ask for instructions. Rules in terms of competition The distance between the first and last member should not be more than 10 meters apart. The goal is reached when the last member crosses the finish line and reports to the judge standing at the finish line. Do not run (fast walking is allowed) Walking: Method of movement with either foot on the ground at all times Running: a method of movement in which there is a moment when both feet leave the ground, float, or jump at the same time. What not to pick up Trash already in the trash bin Trash left at garbage collection points Trash that appears to be owned by others Judging from the surroundings (arranged and placed, signs of having been used recently, etc.) Bulky waste Large trash that does not fit into the garbage bags to be distributed (700 mm x 500 mm = 30 liters) Examples: batteries/ fans/ futons/ cushions/ fire extinguishers/ concrete/ blocks safes/ metal bars/ tires/ wheels/ stoves/ computers/ strollers/ rice cookers Hazardous waste Trash picked up by lifting road gutters and dovetails Do not leave the competition area Areas you are not allowed to enter In rivers and oceans Private property About the parking lot Coin-operated parking lots, although privately owned, shall be accessible due to their public nature that anyone can use them (parking lots exclusively for companies, organizations, etc. shall not be allowed).

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House Environment Headcanons

Since we all know that the Nine Houses system is our solar system, here's how I think the planets have been made suitable for human habitation. Take these with a grain of salt!

The First House: Earth with no ice caps. Contrary to popular belief this wouldn't cover all land, but it would significantly shrink it. I assume that Canaan is located in the sparse remains of New Zealand, probably the north island since thats the part where NZ is most broken up! I remember in GTN, Gideon describes the First as being smeared with grey and green in certain places.

The Second House: Terraformed Mars, pretty much. The iron rich soil would definitely make the landscape ruddy. This map from reddit is sort of what I imagine, but the deserts are much more red! Reactivating the volcanoes on Mars would help with the atmosphere.

The Third House: I'm sure they get a fuck ton of resources from all of Jupiters moons, but the bulk of the population probably lives on terraformed Ganymede. There's likely no land, but hey Io is a hell scape with a fuck ton of dirt! Also in NTN jod reveals he has land-raising abilities. I wouldn't be surprised if he could just create a large island for the Third. I imagine the Third House is one large metropolis located on a mountainous island, high enough from sea level to prevent tsumanis, hurriances, etc.

The Fourth House: Most likely the fourth house was founded on Titan, the largest moon of Saturn. I imagine the atmosphere is pumped with greenhouse gases to keep the air warm. I always saw the Fourth as a global boreal forest with snow most of the year.

The Fifth House: Titania was most likely the moon that was terraformed. Contrary to what the temperatures should be, I think the Fifth is quite warm, think American Midwest. I think some combination of hyper-futuristic technology allows for sunlight to be absorbed and disbursed throughout the planet. I love to think of the Fifth as filled with farms with some small cities scattered about!

The Sixth House: Miniature Arrakis with days so hot that the scholars all live underground with blacked out windows. If your familiar with The Last Airbender, I see the Sixth being a sprawled out version of Wan Shi Tong's library with platforms that shuttles land on before descending beneath the surface. Like the fremen in Dune, I think the people of the Sixth would obsessively collect water and store it in underground pools. Maybe cavaliers have their own form of still-suits on the occasion they need to leave the safety of the libraries.

The Seventh House: Venus....fucking Venus. Hell world. Hell hole. A terraformed Venus would probably be entirely tropical and warm-temperate at the poles. I'm sure that after 10,000 years the entire planet is habitable but in the beginning (around Cytherea's time) I think the house made do with floating cities in the upper atmosphere. When the surface was deemed safe the cities could slowly descend and settle around the growing flora. Either way, the atmosphere of Venus is VERY dense and I think it would be covered 90% in clouds. Assuming they have insane amount of rainfall they could trade water with the Sixth or other parched planets.

The Eighth House: Most likely founded on Triton, which is Neptune's largest moon. I don't think the Eighth has the luxury of a livable atmosphere and lives in sealed buildings built partly into the ground. Shuttles are taken into specific decompression bays to adjust to the artificial gravity and oxygen. This environment also explains why the people of the Eighth are so clinical and obsessed with cleanliness/order. If one thing goes wrong then SHAZAM! entire House destroyed. That doesn't mean there isn't beauty in the Eighth, I think that there's dozens of greenhouses of both the recreational and functional variety. They're likely the house that has the most womb-vats and other biological equipment, perhaps thats how they make most of their money?

The Ninth House: We get the most information about the Ninth in GTN, and we can understand that its cold as balls. To me this is giving Siberian wasteland without snow. There's patches of grubby plants here and there, and obviously Drearburh, but its main temperatures are just cold and colder. I see the "soupy white" atmosphere is located close to the ground and it slowly turns navy as it goes higher. Imagine a cloud covered night except the center of the clouds shows the stars. Did I mention the Ninth is cold as balls?

#anyway. I would probably want to live on the second. by FAR #thats the climate that imo is the most agreeable #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #tlt

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une-touille-en-vadrouille · 7 months

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Journal de bord de la 35e Horde :

Jour 3 de la traversée du désert Patagonien. Nous continuons de contrer un vent sec et sournois, sifflant et s'engouffrant dans les interstices des portières de Patochimbo. Il s'accompagne ce matin d'une neige pluvieuse collant aux essuie-glaces et aux rebords des vitres de notre van. Celui-ci continue bravement d'avaler les kilomètres, nous rapprochant chaque minute de l'extrême sud, dernier bout de terre avant l'Antarctique.

Les guanacos pullulent aux abords de la route, mâchouillant pensivement sans prendre garde au climat repoussant, tout en contemplant les carcasses de leurs frères, empalées sur les barbelés des barrières. On m'a empêché d'aller récupérer un crâne.

De temps à autre, nous apercevons un unique buisson ayant poussé tel un champignon en plein milieu d'un champ. Agglutinés derrière, une petite dizaine de moutons rachitiques, grelottant les uns contre les autres, rêvent de vertes plaines plus amicales. Un condor, énorme poule sombre à l'ombre menaçante, nous a survolés un instant avant de fondre sur une proie. Nous n'avons pas non plus été épargnés de notre côté, puisque la veille, le vent à englouti une tong d'Aneth.

Ce midi, nous avons tenté de manger à l'abri des éléments, mais un pignouf au cœur aussi aride que notre environnement nous a éjectés sans ménagement de sa station essence. C'est tels les moutons précédemment décrits que nous nous sommes rassasiés.

L'après-midi se passe sous un soleil timide, à peine suffisant pour permettre à la température de dépasser le zéro fatidique. Mes acrobaties de la veille, ou plus exactement mes 10 minutes de lutte avec la bâche de la valise du toit, tout en me faisant ballotter par le vent et arracher mes lunettes à chaque bourrasque, semblent avoir porté leurs fruits.

Lentement, les plaines défilent dans un nuage de poussière, au gré des tressautements de Patochimbo sur les routes de terres de la sinistre Maldite 73.

Au détour d'un tournant, le lago Cardiel nous surprend de son turquoise éclatant.

Le soir venu, nous atteignons enfin notre destination, le majestueux massif de Fitz Roy.

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clouds ☁️ unang salaysay

sa apat na taong pamamalagi ni zhang hao ft. ang kanyang mga pagka-cute cute na mga pinsan (sobrang cute gusto niyang tirisin) sa paaralang ito ay kabisadong kabisado na siya ng mga kaibigan nya.

matthew and taerae have been his friends since 9th grade. well, they're not exactly this close noon because transferee lang naman si zhang hao sa institusyong 'to dati. maging si matthew. so kumbaga, taerae already had his own established circle of friends nang tumungtong siya dito tapos sila ni matthew ay ang mga bagong salta.

at syempre sino sino pa nga bang magtutulungan kundi sila sila lang na mga hamak na transferees hindi ba?

so, matthew had him figured out like the back of his hand for 2 years and when senior high school came, doon na pumasok si taerae sa litrato kung saan ang binata ay nabahagian ng iilang facts and trivias about hao. parang open book na tuloy siya sa kanyang peers (peers being 2 people), dahil nga kabisado na nila lahat ng galawan nito.

to simply put, wala na siyang kawala.

tulad ngayon.

the 4th rule in the zhang handbook is if he goes missing immediately after class, matic may ayaw 'yang pag usapan. at matic mahahanap mo lang yan kasama ng mga pinsan nya.

it's not that hao's aloof kaya wala siyang ibang circle of friends. hindi rin naman siya suplado. he wouldn't be elected president of their club kung madaming may ayaw sakanya. ang katotohanan lang diyan, medyo wary sakanya 'yung mga tao because he's just... something else.

eh siya din naman hindi siya kumakausap ng kung sino lang. unless he's been approached beforehand you won't catch him talking to someone randomly. habit na din siguro nya na maging skeptical.

after all, this place is not his natural habitat. he grew up in palawan, a part of him died in palawan, and in his heart and mind, palawan will always be his home.

which explains why he's only made plenty of connections instead of friendships in this place. at least a guy knows how to plant his own roots diba?

and anyway, andyan naman nga ang mga pinsan nya so why bother pa? para sakanya matthew and taerae are enough. other people are just collateral damage. ansaveh.

yun nga lang, there are times when he wishes na hindi nalang nya kaibigan 'tong mga dakilang epal na 'to sa buhay nya. those times being now.

"so, dahil nga sa sinabi ko kaya ka nagpa-lista?" matthew inquired at talaga ginigitgit pa sya sa upuan nya, a habit na alam ni matthew ay ikaiinis ng kaibigan nya to the point na he would fess up.

but not today.

medyo in a deep thought kasi sya because of sung hanbin. and the convo that transpired between them just hours ago.

as if on cue naman, dumating din si taerae. "hi everything!" ganadong greetings pa niya kay ricky at gyuvin na may pinagtatalunan nanaman kaya hindi siya pinansin so dedma, tumabi nalang siya kay hao.

"sabi ni matt sasama ka na sa prom, kelan ka magba-bayad? magbayad ka na ha! wala nang atrasan 'to gago. rehearsals na next week! magkikita kita tayo lagi sa audi kasi kami 'yung magdedecorate ng venue." paglalahad niya with a smile pa. yung labas dimples.

sometimes they doubt talaga na taerae only joined the sc for clout. super passionate kasi nya sa role to the point na sometimes it's inspiring to witness it firsthand.

"huy oo nga pala! what changed? si pres ba? kinausap ka ni pres? si pres noh? nag-reply ka sakanya sa twitter umamin ka!" sunod sunod siyang inintriga ng kanyang friend with matching duro duro pa sa kanyang braso subalit tanging kunot ng ulo lang ang binigay nya dito.

"tangina anong problema nito?" tanong ni taerae asking for help na kasi hindi sila kinikibo, but matthew only shrugged habang may nakakalokong ngiti sa labi.

hao would punch his face if he could.

matthew knows him too well minsan it's creepy. what if he can read minds?

pero thanks to matthew's stupid face na mukhang in the mood for chika ay sya nalang ang iniintriga ni taerae.

"nakita mo tweet ni pres? sino kaya ininvite no'n sa prom?"

okay maybe he's not so thankful pala. tangina. ayan din yung iniisip nya kanina pa.

what did that asshole mean when he said he was interested in him?

ano siya item sa facebook live na pwedeng i-mine?

it's so weird because it's so out of the blue.

and what's weirder is how the guy boldy confessed to having zhang hao occupy his mind from time to time. what do he do with that information?

bakit para siyang kinakabahan?

bakit parang sasabog yung dibdib niya?

at bakit may nagba-badyang ngiti sa mga labi niya?

putang. ina. mo. seok. matthew.

in zhang hao's mind he's still blaming matthew for putting ideas inside his head. kung ano ano tuloy dumadapo sa utak nya!

he was at peace. and then he wasn't.

ngayon ang gulo lang.

at lalo pang gumulo when taerae suddenly uttered sung hanbin's title.

"pres!" eskandalosang pag-sigaw nito turning a couple of heads on his direction. "uy pres, tara dito maluwag pa!" eme pa nito akala mo jeep lang.

unfortunately for zhang hao talagang tumayo pa si taerae para ioffer ang upuan niya kay hanbin at ang the rest, kay jiwoong at gunwook!

pag minamalas ka nga naman.

well, fortunately for gyuvin, tabi sila ng crush nya.

at least someone's winning at this round table.

"hi." pag-sabat agad ni hanbin sakanya pero on a soft tone. you know, yung hi na may kasama nang ngiti sa labi? ganon. and the best part, hanbin uttered his hi in a way na si hao lang ang nakarinig.

"huy pres, pano mo napapayag sa prom si hao?"

"HUH?"

"ha?"

they said in unison. at kung una ay kay taerae pa sila lumingon, ngayon ay nagka-tinginan silang dalawa. si hao obviously annoyed, si hanbin naman has an amused expression on his face.

"pumayag ka na pala sa'kin? bakit sa iba mo sinabi?" panimula nito which made the whole table frowning at their direction. mga mosang.

but then again, bakit ganyan siya makatingin? and also, baliw talaga si taerae, zhang hao would definitely kick his ass for this.

"pumayag saan?" pag-singit ni jiwoong. "huy, bro don't tell me—" alternately tinuro nya si hanbin at zhang hao with matching takip labi pa bago tumingin kay taerae, mentally asking kung nagegets nya ba ang kino-conclude ni jiwoong.

it took him a few seconds to finally mirror jiwoong's gestures. ngayon pareho na silang nakaturo sa dalawa. habang ang iba sa table nila ay nakangiti na naguguluhan sa mga nangyayari.

"NAYAYA MO NA SI HAO SA PROM?" si jiwoong.

"PUMAYAG KA?" pag-dagdag ni taerae.

"PUPUNTA NA TAYONG PROM?" sabat naman ni gyuvin.

lahat sila ay nag-aabang sa confirmation pero to their disappointment nagtaas lang ng pakyu si zhang hao sakanilang lahat at itinuon ang atensyon sa pagkain leaving his friends and cousin hanging.

being respectful of hao's decision to not disclose anything, nag shrug nalang din si hanbin at may ngiti parin sa labi.

jiwoong could almost throw up kasi kanina pa siya ganyan. big smile plastered on his face since this morning, maski pagre-recite nya may ngiti parin.

but he chose to pay no mind. kung gaano kakapal naman kasi ang mukha ni jiwoong sa socmed eh kabaliktaran sya in person. he's surprisingly decent and behave. yari nga lang mamaya sakanya si hanbin who's now observing zhang hao's way of eating.

the meal of the day: giniling.

a more sophisticated name for giniling? picadillo.

korek, yan lang naman ang parehas nilang ulam.

and shawn right here notices a small quirk of zhang hao. the latter separates the olives from his food. and if you watch sitcoms, you'll probably share the same mind as hanbin right now.

"ayaw mo ng olives?" tanong niya, stalling zhang hao from inserting a spoonful of rice in his mouth. "can i? take it? mahilig ako sa olives."

share mo lang? hao wanted to blurt out pero sumenyas nalang sya kay hanbin to go ahead and just pick the damned olives kasi alam niyang pinapanood parin sila ng mga kasama nila.

"are you familiar with the olive theory?"

zhang hao heard a snort coming from matthew kaya napa-react na din siya. "ano?"

"olive theory. compatibility test 'yan. they say na two people would be perfect for each other if one loves olives and the other person hates them."

"anong konek?" pakiki-sawsaw ni taerae.

"wala naman." sambit ni shawn, shrugging after drowning a glass of water.

"i'm just... implying na, you and me—we might make a perfect couple you know?"

dagdag pa nya sporting a smirk towards hao's direction bago nag iwas at nagpatuloy sa pag-kain na parang wala lang.

everyone on the table had malicious smiles displayed on their faces.

and hao should be smoking mad dahil napagkakaisahan siya right now but instead he's not.

one thing's for sure.

sung hanbin. shawn. or whatever the fuck they call him. he's confusing zhang hao. big time.

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16 Candles Who: Xavier and Winter have a nice little talk. When: Thursday, February 15th, 2024 Where: The Mitchell Residence Mentions of: @fletchervanhall and others!

Xavier was in a phenomenal mood. He really didn't care if he was running on little to no sleep, he was on cloud nine or at least that's what he imagined it felt like. Once he got in the house, he checked on the kids to make sure they were still asleep. He wanted to surprise them with a big breakfast and and with the news that he was going to be home for two weeks straight. He wasn't going to appear in next weekend's episode and he had arranged doing the table readings for the week by Zoom. The main reason for all of this? Winter's 16th birthday. Not only was he going to make sure she had the best and most memorable birthday but he wanted to be sure to be home for it all.

The comedian moved around the kitchen, getting some fresh bacon on the skillet and popping in some muffins into the oven. He'd cook the eggs last. Whistling and dancing around to some Sade, Xavier took some time to stop at his fridge and read any notes from Louise and if there were any school announcements he might have missed.

"Nice flowers."

The sudden interruption scared him to the point of yelling and jumping and Winter's giggles filled the room. "You gave me a fright you little stalker." He held up the bacon tongs when Winter hugged his side and then playfully pushed her foster dad away to get some orange juice.

"Walk a shame, Dad?" She smirked as she pulled out the pitcher of freshly squeezed.

Xavier felt like this should probably be a lesson in boundaries but everytime Winter called him 'dad', he melted. Henry did it practically the first week but Winter had given him such a hard time. "No, not the walk of shame. How do you even know what that is?"

"How do you?" She grinned, pouring them both a glass of OJ. "I'm yanking your chain, dad. Though...I'm pretty sure I'm right. Especially with those pretty flowers. I know they're not mine because you know I hate flowers so..who gave them to ya?"

"Darling, can a guy get himself flowers?"

"I mean, sure. But why?"

"I was sad." Xavier retorted.

"Yeah, dad you look soooo devastated." Winter teased Xavier and handed him the glass. "Are they cute?"

He took a sip of his juice and then turned his back on his foster daughter to flip the bacon." Xavier smiled though, thinking about the night he had but did not give up any details.

"Oh, so it's like that. Henry and I have a list of reasons why you're paired up with someone. Henry thinks it's Juniper. I think it's Rodrigo's friend. The math teacher? With the satin robe?"

"Ziggy?" Xavier laughed and began placing the strips on a plate. "Are you mad?"

"What? He's a good looking guy, dad and I think he'd make you happy."

Xavier couldn't help but smile and then walked to the fridge for the eggs. "I hardly know the guy."

"Or that's what you want us to think!!" Winter then reached for a bowl to help Xavier crack the eggs. "Come on! Please tell me something! Is it Emma?"

"Emma is gay, honey." Xavier shook his head and took out the butter. "It's not anyone you know."

"AH HAH! I knew it."

"Oh, darn. I mean it's not what you think it is. Yet, I suppose. But enough about me. How's your guest coming along."

Winter cracked six eggs into the bowl. "I gotta talk to Riley or Aldrich about it because it's giving me a serious headache. We're tabling the boyfriend-girlfriend conversation by the way!" She pointed her fork at Xavier and he put his hands up in faux surrender. "I don't know. Would it be SOOO bad if I invite the entire 10th grade class?"

"Um...well, I wouldn't mind if the venue could hold it. It's your 16th birthday so it's whatever you want. Within limits of course. What concerns me though is just a month ago you wanted no party. And you said you hated your entire grade except for the twins."

"I over-exaggerate." She sighed. "That's all."

Xavier gently took the fork from Winter as she was whisking the eggs as if she was on a mission. "Hey, what did those eggs ever do to you, darling?"

Winter gripped the island. "This is the longest I've been placed. I like my school. I like the teachers. And maybe I like the kids too."

"Nothing wrong with that, honey. If you like it, that's great. What's not to like, right?" Xavier poured the eggs into a pan.

"It's not that. What if the agency calls and say they want to adopt Henry? Then what?"

Xavier remembered what his friends had mentioned to him. Perhaps Winter didn't think she'd be at the school long. "That's not going to happen. I was going to wait to tell you but I did want to speak to you about adoption...first. Before I speak to Henry."

"I knew it," Winter whispered and quickly wiped her eyes. "Is it the music? I'll stop listening to it. I'll stop making fun of Uncle Clayton and his sock problem. Is it because I left the lights on all night the other day? I was scared of intruders and I really hate it when you leave because when you're here you make us feel protected. Lousie is great but I've never had a real dad and you make me feel like a real daughter, not one that cleans the house or does chores so that I can have a bedroom. I'll cancel the party. I don't have to invite the whole 10th grade...I--"

"Whoa---darling, what are you going on about?" He flipped the eggs and lowered the heat before turning to face his foster daughter who had already attacked his side with a hug. Xavier placed the spatula on a spoon rest and wrapped his arms around Winter. "What's going on with you?Talk to me."

"You want to adopt Henry and not me. And I understand and it's stupid and Henry deserves a dad like you so I shouldn't be mad and I know you'll let me visit but I want to be a part of the family too. I like ice cream Tuesdays and I love hearing your car park outside when you get in from New York. I love you so much and I'm sorry."

"Winter...Winter. Hey. Listen. Let's take a giant deep breath for one minute." He lifted her chin and drew in a deep breath so that she could follow along. "I never said anything about not adopting you. I want you to be my daughter. Legally. On paper. On a birth certificate. Both you and Henry. I want you both to my kids and I've already started the process. They did a home visit the other day while you were both in school. I'm trying to cut down on traveling and do as much as I can from home. we're just waiting for court documents to be processed and then a court date. I wanted to surprise you for your birthday but Rebecca and Emma had mentioned that maybe you were afraid this was a temporary situation and that's why you're suddenly party crazy. And if you still want the big party, I'll give you the biggest party ever...."

Winter couldn't stop crying as Xavier spoke. "Really? All of it? You want me to be your daughter?"

"Of course! Who else will keep me in check around here?"

Winter sniffled and went back to hugging the older man. "I still want a party." She whispered into his shirt.

"So be it."

"I want you to be there. And everyone else. Like as chaperones."

"Well, yes. I wasn't going to let you guys turn this party into chaos."

"And I want a big dress." She buried her face into her father's side.

"Really?" Xavier turned slightly to remove the eggs from the heat. "Sure. A big dress."

Winter remained attached to Xavier's side as he cooked and after a few minutes, she added "I love you."

Xavier leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "I love you too, darling."

"Dad! Walk of shame, huh?" Henry grinned from ear to ear.

Winter and Xavier then yelled simultaneously, " Henry!" And then Xavier added, "No more trash tv. for you children."

"Winter told me to say it! I don't even know what it means. I just know I'm hungry and I smell bacon and you two are weird. Why are you crying?"

Xavier prepped his kid's plates and had them sit at the table in the kitchen. "We'll talk about it over breakfast."

"Why is it called walk of shame? What are you ashamed of? Did you step in doo doo?" Henry asked as he quickly set the table."

Winter then placed her arm around him and whispered into his ear. "Dad is totally seeing someone. Peep the flowers."

"Winter!" Xavier shook his head inside the fridge, pulling out condiments and drinks.

"WHAT?! Ten dollars it's Ziggy!"

"Aunt Juni for sure!"

"Oh! maybe Louise!"

"I think it's Mrs. Moran!" Henry giggled.

"Ew she's like 70!"

"Winter, that woman is at least 60. Leave her alone." Xavier sat at the table. "You don't know them."

Henry and Winter beamed and looked at one another.

"Called it." Winter whispered.

"Eat! We have 45 minutes!"

Under the table, Henry and Winter gave each other "five" and then squeezed each other's hand. Winter couldn't wait until her little brother found out he finally had an amazing dad and that he was her amazing dad too.

#para 16 candles #paras

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bengiyo · 8 months

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Venus in the Sky Ep 3 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we continued to circle around the Venus and Sky reunion. Sky has decided that being persistent and annoying will win the day. Unfortunately, it seems to be wearing Venus down. Their friends are having trouble with distance and missing each other. Bomb still seems nervous about Venus being uncomfortable around him and Janus.

Oh, I'm glad the movie theater kiss was a busted fantasy. It's too early for Venus to fold. I'll take this as reassurance that Sky wants to kiss Venus.

Never understand people going to see horror films when they know they'll be scared in the hopes they'll get to cuddle.

Oh that seat does not look very well secured to the ground.

Oh, hell no. Sky sprayed himself with their hose because he's too afraid of ghosts. Throw the whole man away.

That's right, Vee, HOLD FAST.

Oh, I don't like Sky. I don't think Venus needs to see or acknowledge his feelings. He hurt Venus and Venus doesn't owe him a second chance.

Can we get back to Janus and Bomb? I'm bored of Sky being sad and Venus being stressed.

Don't act brand new, Sky. Venus can chat with Day because Day didn't piss him off.

Finally some Janus and Bomb moments. I'm glad Bomb cleared things up with Venus so he can stop being nervous.

Look at me rooting for Sky to misunderstand Venus's relationship with Bomb.

Vee, show some appreciation for your friend who came all this way to see you!

Kla and Tong are cute.

This man is working on my damn nerves with these constant messages and gifts.

Okay. I am dropping this show. I am not feeling the leads' dynamic at all, and don't want to wait for this to magically turn around and suddenly become romantic.

#venus in the sky #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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ceadgearst · 8 months

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along ramble of the flow

I feel like Dutch Schultz rambling on his deathbed

But last time I checked I’m not there yet

But I suppose my brain is one the same plain

Because I’ll write a million lines all the same but different

Nothing consistent

You can rely on that from me in an instant

Admissions of my own welts

When I cry and weep under my pelts

Until the snow melts

But I mix between depressive and expressive

It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t so excessive

Successive qualities of mine

I can’t tell the time

My mental illness claims it fine

Sometimes I wish I could rewind

because in the past I feel my time is not my own

Inside this dumbass dome is expected chrome:

Find silver

A message to deliver but he went to the pawn shop

Shit

I’m at my wits end

And when I phone a friend they say “what now this time?”

Nevermind I’m fine

that you for being kind

and that you did remind

why why why I don’t feel comfortable

Or totally capable of being mentally stable

I feel sometimes like I’m trying to keep up a fable

That I can do things when actually I’m unable

Don’t call me disabled

I just don’t understand things that aren’t labeled

What does society expect of me?

I’m actually asking

Because it seems everyone just knows in passing

Outclassing my peers with the amount of beers

Dear to my heart

my tobacco kickstart

this is art I suppose but who the fuck knows?

When I look back it looks like a nativity carved in a severed nose

Art made in the worst possible way

Beautiful as it is but from a horrible place

and space in time

Do you feel the pain in the rhymes

The crimes without names but all the same

Waning on the sane like rain on Venus

Stars in the sky like the space in between us

Far in the why

I understand that I try

for someone for whom I would die

But at the same reason i cry

Because I do so much but i am limited by the design that isn’t mine

The world the way it spins isn’t divine

When the rich men drain it to fill up their wine

I just want what’s mine but I only say it as a whine

Dine and dash because I have no cash

I fill the grave up with ash I won’t last long I don’t think that I am strong like what I smoke out of my bong

I feel like there is something wrong

With the way I hold my tongs sing my songs

There is something long inside me that needs to breathe and be freed before it destroys me completely

That’s exactly the reason I need trauma therapy

Are you there for me?

Through it all

Because sometimes I feel like I stare at a wall

And look for faces in the spaces in the bricks

I throw my gum and it sticks in the dip

A deep exhale of the smoke I rip

Rip

#poetry #original poem #poem

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