#Cat Urine Leather

[shimmerbeasts]

RP: Found Culprit

"What?! Are you telling me you, brat, do not even have the galls to finish me after all of this?!"

Despite the man's attempt to yell as loudly as possible, his voice was hoarse and shaky. His body had exhausted itself screaming in agony over the last couple of hours. He was marked by signs of torture. Bruises, the size of balled fists and knuckle imprints bloomed across his torso, belly and back. One of his eyes had swollen shut, blood dropped from a busted, split lip and his hair had a sweaty dampness to it.

The man was kneeling on the floor with thick ropes binding his hands behind his back. The cap of one of his knees had jumped out to the side, making the entire knee swell and turn dark purple-blue. It stood in stark contrast to the man's chalk-whiteness.

Jinx had disappeared outside of the front door of the almost empty warehouse. As soon as she had left, Sevika turned around with a far greater speed than expected. The brown woman crossed the space between her and the man, whose nose was still crusted up with the snot of his not-yet-healed disease. Without any hesitation, Sevika shoved two of her metal talons into his nostrils and pushed his head up. The sharp metal cut and irritated the slimy tissue and the man let out a sudden wail.

"She's not a brat", Sevika spat out, "She's the boss's daughter! You watch your mouth around her."

She scowled as she inspected the sniffling man below her before she eased her claws out of his nose. The man sneezed, his body bending forward as if he wanted to protect his vital organs and his face from the sharp metal arm hovering far too close for personal comfort.

However, he wasn't even granted that comfort for as he curled in on himself, the Chompers attached to his belly sunk their iron teeth deeper into his exposed flesh. Tears welled up in his eyes before he uncurled himself. The grenades continued to jiggle in him but remained blissfully untriggered. His dried blood had mixed with the smell of the urine, he must have let go off in the early hours of torture.

Sevika scoffed in disappointment. The men working for other Chem-Barons became more lacklustre as time dragged on. Silco was right. The whole rabble had turned into parasites, dulling their claws and fangs in the process. Lowlife vermin, which could not even stick to something as simple as a quarantine during the Sickly Months for their safety. And look where it had gotten them!

"A word of advice:", Sevika spoke and her lips pulled into an unfriendly smile, dark eyes blackening with bile, "Once Silco finds out who's behind his current state, you are going to wish that Jinx in her impulsivity had just killed you."

The door to Silco's office was open with such gusto that it banged loudly against the opposite wall. Only one person would ever have the courage and nerve to barge into the Eye of Zaun's office unannounced and unhindered like that, and that very same person was now standing in the doorway, her chest heaving for she had sprinted from the docks all the way back to The Last Drop.

Where Sevika was tall and a muscular, dark behemoth, Jinx was small, lean and as pale as a ghost. The only stark detail about her appearance was her long cobalt-blue braids, which swayed behind her trembling legs like the nervous tail of a cat. She was dressed in punkish attire from a black tank top to purple striped pants to purple sleeves, ending in a pair of dark, finger-less, leather gloves with golden brass on the knuckles.

Right now, Jinx looked even more dirty than she was anyhow from her experiments and misfiring explosions, covering her in soot and smudges of ash. Her utility belt missed two Chompers and Zapper's barrel tip was darkened from dried up blood. Some blobs still trickled down the edge. Jinx's huge, sapphire-blue eyes were darting around, looking for Silco with an expression of concern, alarm and excitement.

Back when Silco had gotten infected with Noxian Flu from an envoy from another, back then unidentified territory, Jinx had been in a lot of alarm. Most diseases during the Sickly Months could bear quite the fatal results. However, Singed had assured her that with enough Shimmer, some additional medicine as well as lots of rest, her father would recover swiftly, provided he stayed quarantined.

It had only been a couple of days ago that the eerie doctor deemed Silco healthy enough to come back to The Last Drop to do some mild work. Yet even so, Sevika had pulled double duty to ensure none of Silco's plans were delayed. The gang had also done its hardest to ensure that the common people had no idea that the Eye of Zaun had gotten sick to the point he had been bedridden for weeks.

Even so, it was still hard for Jinx to see her father in the state, he was in now. Silco could work mostly normally, however, he still relied on a highly decorative cane to get from one place to the next. Still, the Doctor had said that her Papa had survived the worst of the disease and was well on his way to recovery.

Jinx tried to steady her excitement. Letting the door fall shut behind herself, she rushed over to the desk and with hands slamming upon the wood, she leaned forwards, balancing on the tip of one foot, the other leg kicking up, as Jinx announced with a bright smile:

"WE FOUND THE CULPRIT, PAPA! He works for Finn!"

Starter for @zaunseye.

#zaunseye #rp: found culprit #im gonna show him youll see: jinx interaction #there is a monster inside all of us: silco||in character #you look weak: sevika||in character #Default Verse[Jinx] #things changed since you left: queue

[joslinisbaby]

Fuck it, polycule that is roleplaying a sitcom family with all the "problematic" kinks to drive the radfems nuts. Happy trans man husband and stepfordised wife, their braindead bimbo sidepiece they take turns "cheating" with, their sissy maid, slutty Catholic school teen stepdaughter, their nonbinary little with their "Dolly," and their pets, a pair of primal play leather pups and a trans cat girl. Heck, make it a farm with several ponies, hucows, and feedee pig players. The bathrooms are all urinal drones, the farmhand is a robo-girl.

[thatbanditqueen]

Against the Wall Chapter 1

An Austin Butler 1980s Hollywood Christmas Story

This is Chapter One of a 3-part story I plan to post between now and NYE. It’s my first AB fic, my third fic ever... so be kind. I’m convinced, as always, that its... well.... not great... but whatever. I’m committed to seeing how many bars and alley ways my characters can f*&k in.... Please share/reblog if you enjoy, and let me know your thoughts!

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve 1987, and Austin finds himself at a Silverlake dive bar, where he meets the voluptuous and insecure Hannah. Both struggling to make it in the movie biz, they embark on a tumultuous relationship....

Rating: Explicit

Warning: smut, so 18+ only please, vaginal, oral, drugs, alcohol, references to toxic relationships, infidelity.

Words: 13.8 K.... the next one won’t be as long, exposition....

Playlist to keep you company as you read....

Chapter One: Bruised Bananas

 1:16 a.m. Thursday, December 24, Technically Friday morning, December 25, 1987

The Black Cat Lounge, Silver Lake

“You sure its ok for me to go, Han Han?”

Hannah leaned in, struggling to talk over the sound of Depeche Mode reverberating through the small, dark club.

“Course! I know you don’t get any in Iowa, so go have fun with Rod.”

“I think his name is Todd! OK….   maybe you’ll meet someone before closing? You’ve been working your brains out, you deserve a good Christmas fuck,” Sara looked into her friend’s eyes, and kissed her  cheek. “Call me tomorrow? I live near Abe’s, maybe I’ll stop by and say hi…”

“Yes, please, Sloan’s back from New York and she’s bringing her latest victim, I’ll need you…”

Sara nodded as she followed Rod or Todd or whatever to the door.  Hannah sipped her vodka tonic, relaxing, she felt warm and happy. The air was full of cigarette smoke, chatter and excitement. New Order’s “Bizarre Love Triangle” started and she hummed along, enjoying how the loud synth boomed through her body as she basked in the glow of the Christmas lights around the bar, the only bright spot in an otherwise almost pitch black room.  Christmas Eve girl’s night was their tradition, usually there were five or six high school friends but tonight it was the two of them. Sara was home from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop for a week, so when Rod or Tod or whatever his name had started buying them drinks, Hannah was happy for her. Sara paused and look back, eye brow arched silently confirming one last time that it was really ok to leave Hannah on her own. Hannah hoisted her thumbs up in the air and smiled broadly. Lopsidedly. Drunkenly. She rubbed her eyes, forgetting she had make up on. A fuzziness grew at the top of her head. You should go too… go pee… then leave.

There was a long line at the bathroom. This is going to take forever…..  Hannah pushed up the sleeves of her black, sequined blazer, wondering if she could make it home first. Even the thought of peeing made her want to burst.  Don’t risk pissing yourself in the cab, just be patient, get in line.  Her stomach dropped a bit when making eye contact with some of the girls leaning against the wall, looking her up and down. She suddenly felt self conscious, fat, ugly….. New year’s goal, get down to a size twelve you stupid cow. Smoothing down her tight leather mini-skirt as she shifted in place, she argued with herself, that’s just your mom talking, shut up and love your self, stupid. Then a genius idea struck, and she walked towards the men’s restroom and swung through the door, making eye contact with the solitary man washing his hands.

“Of course there’s no line, s’totally unfair, isn’t it?” She said, winking, he smiled as he left.

The relief was immediate. Hannah sat there in the stall, she had never been so happy to sit and pee quietly in a bathroom. She pulled up her fishnets, arranging herself to leave when she heard the door followed by trousers zipping open. Oh well. Boobs first, Hannah made her way to the sink, grateful for masculine bathroom etiquette, the blonde white guy at the urinal kept his eyes forward while she washed up. She dried her hands, slowly, enjoying the voyeurism of watching him shake, zip up and turn around in the mirror, unaware of her. He stopped and grinned when he noticed her, blue eyes alight with surprise.

“Whooo, hey, what’s a bathroom like you doing in a girl like this?” His voice was gravelly and his eyes laughed, drawing Hannah in, she turned toward him as he twisted the faucet. Hair combed back in a high, messy, casual quiff, his square cheekbones were an invitation. He continued talking, washing his hands, laughter in his voice.

“Either you’re the most convincing drag queen I’ve ever met, or you’re lost….”

Hannah shifted, drawn in by his warm voice, the challenge of his droll banter… she ran her hand through her curly auburn hair.

“I’m just starting the bathroom revolution, baby, if you don’t have to wait in line, neither should we.”

“Ok, Gloria Steinem,” he said slowly, extending the last “nummmm” with a flick of his tongue, mouth open, looking her up and down. A bemused smile curving in his lips. It sent a shiver up her belly and through her chest as she felt the impish tenor of his voice roll over her.  

“Ya know, you actually strike me as the sort of girl who probably spends a lot of time hanging out in men’s restrooms…. checking out the goods…. picking up dates…” 

“Ha!” Hannah’s head flew back, she weaved and steadied herself, leaning further into the counter. “You got me! That’s my plan here.” Emboldened by his smile, she leaned closer and whispered, “Tell me, is it working?” 

He brushed one of her errant curls behind her ear, looking into her eyes, and then at her breasts as they heaved up and down in her low cut silk top. Biting his lip, he dropped to her ear.

“Well, you definitely got my attention.”

The air hitched in Hannah’s throat, his breath was on her neck and she shuddered as butterflies danced through the walls of her vagina. What the fuck is happening? Is he really flirting with you? Ughhh, why are you turned on? He isn’t even your type, he looks like a stock broker…  hot, country club, beautiful yuppie scum… oh fuck it. Maybe it was the warm comfort of being drunk in a low lit room, maybe it was the thrill of being in the men’s bathroom, or maybe it was the way she could still feel the heat of his finger behind her ear. Whatever it was, Hannah broke her rule to never make the first move and drew his head down to her lips. He tasted like beer and smelled like a mix of Jasmine and amber earthiness. 

“Hey there… you’re pretty friendly for a bathroom occupying revolutionary…” he muttered, softly returning her kiss. 

Hannah’s wound her arms around him, pulling him closer.

“Don’t tell anyone but we’re all pretty easy, sex is a….” she smushed her lips against his, tugging him further down as his hands grabbed her ass, lifting her onto the sink.  “… an important part of our militant agenda… ahhh,” she moaned as he sucked at the nape of her neck, hands on top of her fishnets. 

His attention became more intense, returning to her mouth with savage, sloppy kisses, nudging his tongue in and pushing hers down before flicking the tip 

“God… you taste like strawberries…” he whispered, earnest, eager.

“That’s my …ughh… lip smackers…”

Hannah widening her legs as he pushed between them, her skirt riding up as his thumbs traced her inner thigh. She wrapped her legs around him and felt his cock stiffen. He stepped back to catch his breath and her mouth felt swollen, raw, and needy, she longed to feel his strong lips pressing back against her, owning her, compelling her to open up and bring him in. His eyes followed as his left index finger traced down the front of her shirt, slowly, grazing her breast, looking back into her eyes expectantly.

“Hey, let’s slow down….” 

Hannah’s response was dulled by the arousal vibrating between her legs, she bit her lip. 

“Hmmm….wait, what?”

“We should go back out there - dance? ”

“Ummm….”

She took a deep breathe, noting the bulge of his erection as he ran his fingers through his  dirty blonde hair, relishing how his sure hands grabbed her and tenderly lifted her off the counter .

“Unless you want to turn me around and just have your away with me here?”

“Public sex isn’t really my thing.” 

“Ah, you are more of a gentleman than I am, sir, I would have had my way with you right here and now…” Hannah winked, enjoying the blush that spread with his smile as he took her hand. She didn’t recognize herself, talking this way, the words just stumbled out of her mouth

“C’mon.” Something in Hannah’s belly curled as he grabbed her hand, his strong grip pulled her to him and she became an extension of his body, fitting neatly into the curve of his armpit, giddy as he looked down at her with a goofy grin on the way to the dance floor.

The music enveloped them as he unfurled her and moved his shoulders, swaying his hips to the sounds of Siousxie and the The Banshees. She turned and backed into him, moving in rhythm, lifting her arm to pull his mouth to her neck, rubbing her ass into his hips, turning back to wrap her hands around his neck. They moved together, awkwardly at first, then relaxing to meld in synchronicity to the beat. The slow, sad opening chords of Duran Duran’s “The Chauffeur” blared out and Hannah leaned into him.

“This is the last call song, it’s bar time.”

“Oh, cool… I need air anyway….”

Hannah moved towards the front door, then felt his hand on her shoulder,  he was nodding toward to the back exit.  Hannah pulled him into her arms as they stumbled into the alley, now he was walking her back to the brick wall across from the club, behind a set of dumpsters. She leaned into the cold surface, feeling its uneven rough ridges through the back of her thighs. The sharp sensation arousing her even more.

“What’s your name, anyway?” She asked.

“Austin…”

She whimpered as he kissed her, shallow at first and then deeply, slowly, his hands pressed on either side of her.

“I’m…. Hannah….”

“Hannah…..that’s my favorite name….”

“Liar….. “

“It wasn’t before tonight… but right now it’s… “ he kissed her neck, “the only name…” he kissed her clavicle, ”I wanna know….”

He paused, stepping back and taking a joint out. Hannah looked him over, like her, he was dressed head to toe almost entirely in black, punctuated by a metallic dark blue dress shirt that blended in with the rest in the darkness. The contrast made his blonde hair and lightly tannned skin all the more radiant. His bright blue eyes shone with lust as he lit up the joint and inhaled. Hannah reached over, taking it without asking, looking into his eyes intently as she leaning up to shot gun the smoke into his open lips.  Austin’s fingers traced the side of her cheek, down her jaw. 

“You are pretty cute, you know… for a sharp tongued broad who likes to harass men in the john.”

Hannah’s eyes sparkled as she gasped a “ha,” but he could see that his fingers  flustered her. Austin liked the idea that he was making her blush, making her speechless, smirking as her lips hung apart. The look of pure, unadulterated desire on her face made his cock hard, it had been at half mast since they left the bathroom. Her brown eyes looked up at him with awe, not demanding attention, not  expecting anything, she looked genuinely thrilled just to be there, standing in his shadow and fooling around. It had been a long time since he was with a woman who didn’t seem to demand constant flattery and praise. Austin looked back into her eyes, they seemed unsure, playful, innocent, an effect heightened by how hard she was trying to seem confident and experienced, grabbing the joint out of his hand in mock defiance. He lost himself watching her, wondering what it would be like to taste her as he took it back and sucked in another hit, savoring the strawberry lip balm that lingered on the tip of the joint. His left hand moved into the wall as he hovered over her, smiling down at Hannah. He was torn between a primal desire to protect and care for her, and pillage every orifice. The tenor of her voice and the way she seemed almost overwhelmed by their closeness on the dance floor gave him the impression she didn’t do this sort of thing with strangers often.

“So….Hannah…. nice to, uh,  meet you …” 

She smiled, a blush returning to her cheeks as her eyes fell to the ground, her hips falling further against the wall. Austin inhaled and held her chin up so he could now shotgun the smoke into her mouth. Her eyes answering his unspoken question by pressing her hands on his shoulders as she held in the hit for a few seconds, her forehead now grazing his, their noses touching. The sensation was intensely intimate, and Hannah’s expression shifted to a challenging smile as she took the joint back from him once again. Austin felt a bolt of electricity go up his spine and settle at the base of his skull, his whole body buzzed. He was transfixed, unable to break eye contact as his fingers moved up and down the voluptuous, soft curves of her hips. He loved the way her body welcomed his hands, warm, pleasant, comforting, he wanted to submerge himself into her plush bosom. His thought of his last girlfriend, all tight skin and bones, a sharp edged bird. 

Hannah’s dark curls bobbed up and down like her tits, Austin couldn’t help touching them. He pulled on a curl, watching intently as it sprang up and down, then doing the same experiment with her right breast, caressing beneath it and then lifting it up to watch it bounce. He could spend hours just watching the buoyancy of these tits heave above him. He leaned in, now his lips were again on her neck, his hands moving down her thighs, a moan escaping her mouth through the rich, exhale of smoke. She threw the joint on the ground, hands moving under his jacket, as Austin traced up her thighs. His fingers moved up her skirt, almost absentmindedly, seeking out the warmth inside her panties and between her legs. Hannah arched into him as his fingers lightly grazed the public hair at her entrance, looking up she saw uncertainty in his eyes.

“Is this ok?” His voice was low, cracked, his mouth parted. 

She nodded and he kissed along her jaw, moving  into the base of her neck, then her ear, his fingers delving between her and slowly, carefully, yet purposefully, stroking up and down over her clit, finding the moisture and using the slick to rub her in rhythm with her hip as it thrust forward. He joined her, rutting against her leg, gently sliding his index finger lower, into her cunt, gasping as he worked the tight clench, using his thumb to follow her moans, noting how she trembled most when he thumbed a half circle along the left side of her nub. She became slippery and soft, opening for him, her hands around his back, she moaned into the alley, her back rubbing against the rough bricks behind her with abandon. Shiny, black sequins from her blazer spiraled to the ground.  Austin stopped nibbling her ear, shifting above her, looking into her eyes.

“You are….. so beautiful,”  His cheeks flush, his thumb flicking back and forth, Hannah moaned out as he pushed his middle finger into her now.

“Don’t do that.” She said, looking up at him.

“Does that hurt?” He asked, pulling his second finger out, maintaining his slow, rhythmic flex.

“No, I mean what you said. Don’t talk …like that. Don’t lie to me, don’t say cheesy things because you think I need them… I don’t… I… ughh…. I don’t want you to be nice to meEEeee…”

Austin’s smiled as he felt her shudder, unable to stop her voice from trembling under his touch. Then he considered what she had said, his brows furrowing as he stopped fingering her. 

“Hey.” He moved her hand to his cock, hard and protruding through his trousers. His voice was low but firm. “I don’t like it when people tell me how I feel, or what to say…. Feel that? I’m not here saying things to be nice… you turn me on. I think you are beautiful… and I don’t care if you agree, honestly…”

She looked up at him, her large brown eyes serious. “I just can’t take it when men are…  nice to me.” She kissed his chin, her hand slowly rolling over his member. “I want you to be mean, be rough…hurt me…” 

Austin shook his head, his thumbs flicking over her nipples as he glided his hands over her breast.

“What… so you would prefer me to call you like… an ugly slut while I pound you into oblivion?”

Hannah nodded.

“Mmhmmmm.”

Austin’s bit his lip as she moved her hand, continuing to rub the outline of his cock and then pulling on his belt.

His left hand went to the base of her throat, tightening a little, then releasing as she paused.

“Sorry baby, mean and rough ain’t my thing…” he turned her around, slowly, and pressed her against the wall, she felt the cold brick against her cheek as he lips warmed her shoulder, sucking and nibbling as he slowly rolled her skirt up. Hannah gasped, moaning into the bricks, as Austin spoke, his words punctuated by each kiss to her neck. 

 “If you want me to fuck you... you’re going to have to take me….  Nice and slow…”

He arched his eyebrow as Hannah looked over her shoulder at him and nodded in assent.

“Yeah, ok pretty boy…  fuck me then….  Do you, uh, have a condom?”she asked, trembling. Hannah had never had a man treat her this way, it was the most baffling sensation, he asserted his dominance while seeming reverential. She hadn’t been with anyone since Eddie, her last serious boyfriend, and he was punishing in bed, taking pleasure in degrading her as he punched through her like a jack hammer. She felt all the blood go to her core as Austin promised to fuck her slowly, and she throbbed for him even more.

The need in her eyes made Austin momentarily unable to talk, just nod, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a condom, relief washing over him that there was one because he hadn’t planned on having sex tonight. He looked around, briefly brought out of lust’s heady daze of to put his wallet away, condom wrapper in mouth. He glanced down the alley, ensuring they were alone, even somewhat hidden from the back of the club behind the dumpsters. However, he knew anyone walking by would catch them, and the prospect both terrified and excited him. Looking back towards Hannah, he realized she was watching him ardently as he undid his trousers, letting them slide to the ground, shoving his briefs down and rolling the rubber on.

Testes pulled up in the cool night air, Austin leaned into Hannah for warmth, kissing the cushy softness of her ass, lowering her panties, swearing out with a whispered apology as he accidentally ripped her fishnets, he was so eager,  hurriedly sparked on by the arousal building in his stomach at the sight of her plump, heart shaped bottom. His hand cupped the softness and then slapped it gently, the pliant give of her cheeks tightening his erection as he halted at her entrance and slowly nudged forward, finding it still somewhat tight, yet also slick and welcoming. As he hesitated, Hannah pushed back on to him.

“I said fuck me pretty boy…” 

Austin let out a half laugh that turned into a moan as he reveled in her snug, inviting pussy, moving cautiously as he felt her soften and stretch.

“Does this feel ok?”he asked in her ear, and she nodded.

“Harder.” She called out, looking over her shoulder, seeing his mouth open in silent concentration as he surged gently into her again.

“Like I said, don’t…  tell me….” He kissed her shoulder, and grabbed her more firmly at the hips “….what do to….”

He plunged back into her, taking care to remain slow, steady, controlled, savoring how her soft hips moved back to meet him with each forward movement, never fully leaving her warm cunt as he burrowed deeper and deeper, opening her further up to him with every thrust. His right hand moved from her waist to her shoulder, as he pushed her harder against the rough surface of the wall without realizing it, fixated on kissing her neck, then just on breathing as he began to pump into her with slightly more force and speed.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He growled into her ear, she moaned back loudly, then his head fell forward into her back.

“Mmhmmm….. oh god….”

“Hey, let me know when you are close, ok?” He panted.

Hannah gasped, heaving. Just tell him, tell him, you don’t cum during sex… But she couldn’t, she didn’t want to discourage him, ruin the mood, stop him from continuing his steady thrusts that felt so good she planned to think of them later, alone, touching herself. So she nodded, gasping out “Okkkk…”

Austin pushed her further into the wall, increasing his rhythm.

“Ughhh, let me know if I’m hurting you, ok…?”

“No… this is good, I’m umMM… good” she said meaning it, but followed with a lie. “I’m getting close.”

His head fell into her back and he kissed her blazer. Her rough, scratchy, sequined blazer. He kissed it over and over again, as he grabbed at her side, her waist, her neck, his other hand pushing the wall over her shoulder for balance. Hannah felt the pebbly indentation of the bricks gouging into her own hands, too distracted by the pummel of him inside her to notice the pain. Desperate moans escaped her lips, she focused on the crush of Austin’s frame into her, shuddering as she pushed backwards into his insistent lunge. Reveling in the sensation of his hands brushing away the hair at her neck to kiss her, the rhythm of his cock plunging into her, the sounds of his breath, the firm yet considerate lilt of his voice. She moaned out loudly, trying to summon the sound of convincing orgasm, leaning back into him, and crying out. 

He followed a few minutes later with his own exclamation, breathing out a succession of “oh gods” in a low, frantic howl, heaving in and out several more times, then grabbing her hips to stop, extracting himself gently, holding her at her waist, kissing her neck one last time. Hannah leaned forward against the wall, catching her breath as she heard him tie off the condom and throw it over the top of the dumpster, then zip up his pants. His sweet, steady manner was jarring in comparison to her previous lovers. The ache of the rough, sharp bricks against her face and hands suddenly begin to set in, but her legs wobbled slightly and she leaned back to the wall to steady herself, a few after shock twitches as she tried to move. He took off his jacket and used it to wipe between her legs, carefully bringing her underwear and most of her stockings back over her bum as lightly as he could, smoothing her skirt down. Hannah rolled against the wall to turn around, still panting, and took in the satisfied, foolish grin on Austin’s face.

“Hey…” he murmured, his lips pursed together as they curled, his fingers brushing her hair out of her face, taking her hand, kissing the back of her wrist. “This is… crazy…I’ve… I’ve never done anything like this.”

Hannah inhaled deeply, tucking her shirt in.

“What, sex in public?”

“Yeah, s’not really my thing. And with a stranger. A crazy one who tried to make me hate fuck her….”

Hannah’s cheeks reddened.

“Yeah… I usually can’t get it up for nice guys… right? Ugh, gag me with a spoon….  I just don’t go in for the ‘oh baby you’re so beautiful’ routine….”

“Too bad, because baby…. you are so beautiful…”

“Just stop … ”

“What’s your deal?”

“Look, I know I’m ok, maybe cute, but I can’t stand it when guys exaggerate… I’m no super model... I actually have one in my family…. so I know what beautiful is…”

“Well… I’ve dated girls like that… Trust me, they ain’t all they’re cracked up to be. Petty, dramatic, high maintenance, no sex drive because they are STARVing? No…  I actually think I prefer having something soft to hold onto… ” He leaned down to kiss the top of her cleavage.

Despite her best efforts to stay cool and aloof, a genuine smile beamed through Hannah’s face as she swatted him away from her boobs and guffawed.

“Stop.”

Austin paused, leaning above her, blazer slung over his shoulder. Hannah eyed it, thinking how he used it to wipe away her sweat and slick, how much it would cost to dry-clean. Although, something about Austin gave her the impression he didn’t worry about dry-cleaning bills. He probably grew up in a big, expensive house, going to private schools, belonging to a country club. Suddenly self conscious, she wiped under her eyes.

“I must look like a mess…”

“A beautiful mess…”

“Ok, seriously, stop… you’re the beautiful one, pretty boy, really…”

Hannah soaked in the warmth of his breath, and trembled looking up into his eyes. He searched her face, an inquisitive look spreading he glanced down the alley.

“Hey, let’s go back to your place.”

“What? Why? I don’t even know you….”

A “ha!” escaped Austin’s mouth, floating up into the dark Christmas Eve sky. “Are you kidding me ? I was just inside you…”

“Well…”

“Look, I’m staying with a friend who lives down the street… we can’t go back there, I actually came here because he was fighting with his girlfriend… So we’re going back to your place… I’m not finished with you yet.”

“What?”

“You didn’t cum…Tell me I’m wrong?”

She stuttered. “It doesn’t matter, we both had fun…”

“ ‘It doesn’t matter…’ is definitely a no… “

“You don’t owe me anything…. It’s late, and I’m actually" Hannah stopped as a yawn escaped her lips “ quite tired…”

His lips turned into a mischievous smile. “I do owe you, and I always settle my debts… I might be more of a feminist then you are… female orgasms are my favorite…” He raised his fist and pumped it to the sky, laughing at her eye roll.

“OK,” he continued, “This is ridiculous, shut your pretty face and let’s go already.” 

Austin winked as he whisked her next him, putting his arm around her as he walked them down to the end of the alley and into a cab. 

———

A simple framed poster for Some Like it Hot in Italian greeted Austin as he followed Hannah into her small, second story studio apartment awash in film posters, art, dirty coffee cups and empty beer cans.

“It’s a mess, sorry, when I’m not working I’m sleeping…. Can I make you some tea?” She asked, an anxious energy in her voice as she turned around, slipping off her shoes and blazer. Grabbing a hair clip from the kitchen bar that clearly doubled as a filing cabinet, rolodex and table, Hannah pinned up her sweaty, curly hair. 

He shook his head. “So, what do you do? You know… when you aren’t seducing men in alleys?”

“Ha! You are fucking hilarious… that was also my first time doing anything like that…” 

She grabbed his hand as he tried to pull her back into an embrace, turning to the sink, filling a glass with water.

 “I’m an editor….  film editor…. I’m working a few so-so jobs right now but.. I’m working on my networking skills…”

“Oh, so you're in the biz?”

“Yeah… yeah… you?”

“Yeah, actually, I’m an actor..”

“No... no! You seem too nice for an actor… too smart…”

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“Everyone knows actors are just empty vessels… vain stupid empty vessels…  they are the worst…. I’ve never met one who wasn’t a complete asshole. Think they’re the most important part of a movie… don’t understand the real artistry is the invisible stuff….”

“Like editing?” He grinned.

“Yes! Editing, writing, sound, camera work… everything else! Editing makes the movie… s’what puts the story together, otherwise it would 100s of hours of different takes out of order…. All actors have to do is show up and let other people dress them and do their hair and feed them their lines…. Ugh, I hate actors.”

Austin grabbed Hannah and pulled her onto his lap as he sat on her orange, leather arm chair, the only place he could see to relax, and kissed her with a smile.

“Ok, ok, I give in, you win, actors are slime and editors are unappreciated artistes…”

She put her arms around his neck.

“Hmm, see, you are smart…. For an actor… So, Austin, you been in anything I would have heard of?”

“Not unless you’ve been watching a lot of NYU student films….”

“Oh no, you’re not still in college, are you?”

“No, I graduated last year, just been living in New York, going out on auditions, I’ve had a few bit parts off broadway…”

“Anything promising.” She watched his face light up.

“Yeah, actually…” he looked down coyly, “I just scored a part in Sydney Pollack’s next movie, I’m moving back out here for it. My agent said its already opening up more  auditions… s’really exciting, actually…”

Hannah paused, her hand ran through his hair.

“Wow, Austin…  Pollack, good for you…. Wait, you said you are moving ‘back’?”

“Yeah, I actually grew up in Anaheim….”

“Oh no, you’re an actor AND you’re from Orange County?” She leaned into his neck all mock agony.

“What? What’s wrong with Orange County?”

“Everything… I know all I need to know…  next you’re gonna tell me you voted for Reagan… wait, don’t….”

“What’s wrong with Ronald Reagan” he laughed, taking her head in his hands and kissing her nose. “You are such a fucking fuss budget, you crack me up….” Drawing her head next to his, mussing her hair, looking up at the art on her wall, absentmindedly kissing her forehead.

Hannah embraced the pleasant comfort of Austin’s arms, looking at his profile, noticing the way his hair seemed to fall into a disheveled coiff yet still seemed effortlessly sexy. I’m lucky I met you before you were in a movie… who knows the next time you’ll have a one night stand with an average girl…. She flicked the bottom of his earlobe, and he turned toward her. 

“Wanna fool around?” He asked her and she gently slapped the side of his cheek with her hand.

“Don’t you get tired? It’s almost 4 … we should set up the bed…. I probably smell amazing,” sarcasm dripped from her tongue. “But honestly I can’t be arsed to shower.”

Austin moved his hands underneath her knees and around her shoulder, lifting her up, smelling her crotch, armpits, hair as she giggled and shrieked.

“Smell fucking amazing… you smell like fun….”

Hannah jumped up, extending her hand to lead him to bed. Which was standing upright on the wall of the living room.

“Wow, a Murphy bed? I’ve never actually seen one of these in-person…”

“Yeah, they don’t have these in Orange County, do they? I’m guessing my apartment could fit into one of your mansion’s bathrooms…” He shoved her shoulder with a ha ha ha as she kept talking. “This apartment was built in the ‘30s. It’s small, but it’s all I can afford and it’s only 15 minute over the hill into Burbank.”

“Oh, are you working at Warner?”

“No, I’m free lancing it, I’m at a little post house, we do a lot of Disney’s stuff…”

“Wow, look at you….” An expression of respect formed on his face as he watched her pull the bed down. He knew a few editors from his program at NYU, they were all dudes. Every editor he’d ever heard of was a dude. His own brief experience learning basic editing in a required class had shown him how much he detested that kind of work, he was not cut out for the grinding, thankless schedule of postproduction and the patient attention to detail it demanded.

“The sheets are dirty —“

“S’all good with me —“

“I guess I should change…”

Austin moved toward her, she froze in silence as his hands slowly untucked her shirt and lifted it over her head as she shifted, a nervous laugh startling out of her throat. She looked up at him, dazzled by his attention, soaking in his reverence as the back of his fingers trailed over her naked belly, turning her around as he kissed her back and unclasped her bra. Throwing it to the side, he turned his attentions to unzipper her skirt, bring her back to face him as he pulled her skirt down with her fishnets and panties to the floor, kissing the smooth skin over her plump belly,settling on his knees to lift her feet one-by-one as he gently took her clothes off. He drew her down to the edge of the bed, looking into her eyes.

“There, I think you’re ready for bed…..”

“Ha….” She said, almost breathless, pushing up on his shoulders. “I need to brush my teeth…” she patted him on the head, ambling to her little bathroom, looking back over her shoulder to see him watching after her naked bottom with a happy, dazed look on his face.

——-

12:05 p.m.  Friday morning, (Technically it had been afternoon for six minutes)  December 25, 1987

It was when Austin tossed into her and began snoring on the top of her head that Hannah woke up, finding his left hand cupping her breast from under her shirt. She lay there for ten minutes, enjoying the cozy warmth of his body as it spooned into her. The hard dagger of his morning wood jabbing in her ass made her sizzle, she hadn’t even really gotten a good look at it in the dark, but she knew it was a girthy bugger from slight soreness that lingered between her legs. His embrace was wonderful, but she couldn’t bear Austin’s snoring, it got increasingly louder and made her cracking hangover unbearable. How the fuck can someone so hot make these unholy sounds? Despite her best efforts to disentangle herself without waking him, she saw his eyes blink open as she held his arm, hesitating to find the best place to put it. His hand grasped hers and kissed the back of her palm, groggy, half asleep, he rubbed his eyes.

“Hey…. beautiful…” a sunny smile greeting her as he gathered her from behind back into his arms, smushing his lips into the curve of her neck.

“Hmm…. beautiful, huh…  forget my name?” She asked, turning inward to look at him with a teasing grin. He planted a strong peck on her lips. 

“Oh Hannah, I wasn’t that drunk… you know athletic activity helps keep the mind alert when drinking…” Austin wiggled his eye brows.

“Oh it does, huh? That is some bullshit…”

He smiled as he kissed her again, now hovering over her, her hips sideways against him. The unmistakable bulge of his cock against her ass. 

“It does…. I remember everything….. so, why are you so feisty this morning?” He said, gazing at her breasts. “Oh, right, now I remember… I still owe you a —"

“Austin ha! No… you don’t owe me anything—“

He put his finger to her mouth.

“Shhhhh….  Trust me, I’ve slept with more women than you, most girls don’t cum during sex… at least at first with me … ” he winked, his lips returning to their home on her neck.

“Oh? And how many women are we talking about here? What’s your sample size?”

Austin sighed, and stopped moving his hand up her thigh, settling back and leaning into her shoulder, his hands snaking around to grasp her tightly.

“Do you really want to know?”

“What do you mean?”

“How many?”

“I was just questioning your research methods,” Hannah turned to kiss his cheek, looking up into his eyes, a nervous laugh escaping “I’m just joking around….  I don’t know anything about you, I don’t know your last name, I don’t know how old you are…  last night was fun but…I’m a big girl, I know how this ends….  I don’t expect you to share your ...” she kissed his chin and flicked hair out of his eyes “... life history with me.” Hannah kissed him on his lips, and rolled over to get up. He pulled her back to him.

“Hey! Where do you think you are going… “

“To make coffee?”

“Oh no you don’t… ” he leaned in to kiss her again, barely detaching his mouth to mutter in-between soft, sloppy pecks to her lips. “My last name is Butler,” smush, “I’m 23,” smish, “I don’t do a lot of one night stands…." smash “I’m kind of a serial monogamist…” smosh “I’ve had … let’s see … three serious girlfriends …” smush, “and a handful of on-again-off-again casual relationships…a few one-time things, ” smash, “but I actually like good sex…” smosh, “and I find sex is just better when you get to….” smush, “know someone’s body…” he finished with a wink, brushing his fingers along her face. Each kiss sent a bolt of electricity down Hannah’s spine, and she sighed when he stopped, running her index finger lazily along his bare shoulder.

“Do you know how many people you have slept with? Like ever?“

“Probably around 25… counting everything… Do you? Do you keep a list or just use a bathroom turnstile or what?” Hannah let out a laugh, and shoved him as he grinned, kissing her neck, and working his way lower, trying to lift off her shirt. Flames ran up through her torso but she swatted him away. Folding his arms on top of her belly, he rested his head and looked up at her.

“Your turn….” He slapped her thigh. “Full name?”

“Hannah… Rosenfeld…. 24… Leo….  two serious boyfriends … I’ve probably slept with about 10 people, total.”

“And how many of them made you cum?”

Hannah looked up at him, blushing, and turned to talk into the pillow.

“I can’t talk about this with someone I only just met…”

She rolled off and went to the kitchen area. Austin pushed up in bed and watched her. 

“Why not? It’s perfectly normal and natural.”

Hannah looked at him over the kitchen counter as she filled her kettle with water. 

“It’s…  it’s complicated …”

Austin got up and walked over, taking the kettle out of her hands, gliding his fingers up and down her sides. Hannah quivered, leaning back into the counter, hands pushed against the hard laminate surface, she breathing louder and louder as his fingers moved to her panties, his muscular abs grazing over her breasts, his mouth hovering over her ear as he spoke softly, deeply.

“S’not complicated…”

He kissed under her ear, his hands worked inside her underwear, brushing over her, before moving down on his haunches to take them off, kissing the soft woolly patch at the apex of her legs. Hannah gasped as he rose and grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her up on the counter as she snorted.

“Austin..” She hit his arm. “What are you doing?”

He shushed her, putting his fingers into her mouth, and then bringing them between her folds. Hannah felt a tension building in her stomach, her chest began to ache and she inhaled deeply as he parted her thighs wide, a serious look on his face as he returned to her eyes.

“Just …relax….”

“But I ——“

His lips were soft as he kissed her, stroking the flame that was growing in her core, feeling the wetness that was developing.

“Please…I fucking love doing this….” 

Hannah gasped and nodded, watching him lower himself onto the floor, the thought that his quads were incredibly strong for someone so skinny passed through her mind. It was quickly gone as she heard him moan approvingly, fingers parting her outer lips.

“Good, you are so damn beautiful…” 

She laughed, vibrating at the way he enunciated each syllable in bee -ut - a - fulll. Playfully slapping the side of his head, they exchanged a lusty glance as he looked up at her with a devious smile, then resumed his attention to her pussy. Hannah’s eyes squeezed shut and she fell back on her elbows as Austin leaned forward kissing her inner thighs, enjoying the whimpers emerging from her mouth as he rubbed her center with his thumb. Making his way in, one soft kiss at time, he put her legs over his shoulders and opened her further with his hands.  

He smiled as her back arched and bit his lip, then leaning in to flick her lightly with his tongue, back and forth. The sensation was almost too intense on her clit, and Hannah called out in-between moans, embracing the tingling feeling growing in her depths as he moved the tip of his tongue in circles around her. Burrowing further, he nudged her clit up and down with his nose as he kissed and laved her entrance, then turned back to her pulsating round nub. Hannah called out indecipherable words as his tongue darted up and down the left side of her clit, long and slow, then shifting to lick across in quick, short staccato movements. She twitched as she felt the warm breath of his mouth on her nub, then thrusting forward as his right index finger slide into her and crooked up, gently swirling until Hannah jolted up with a cry. Austin paused and looked up at her, finger inside her but stilled.

“Uh, yeah… I just ….”

“Hmmm…. I feel like Columbus, did I just discover Hannah’s G spot…?”

“Columbus was a genocidal ….” She breathed out, chest heaving. “maniac….  But…. I do think you are …on to something…”

Austin laughed, and Hannah smiled at his blissed out eyes and goofy smile, his chin covered in her slick.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No…” she whispered.

“What was that?”

“No please god….. don’t stop…. Don’t ever stopppp” Hannah called out, trembling as she felt the hum of his self satisfied laugh against her clit, the feel of his index finger pushing in and out of the spongy, soft bundle of nerves inside her walls caused her to spasm uncontrollably. The more slippery she became, the more acutely she felt each stroke of Austin’s pointed tongue beckoning her into oblivion. The contrast between the light flicks of his tongue and the firm, forceful movements of his fingers drove her over the edge. A heat began to violently develop inside her core and Hannah screamed out as euphoric wave after wave spread through her pussy outward to her thighs and up through her belly button. Austin continued to press her clit gently with his thumb as he fell back on his shins, enraptured by the way her face contorted into a look of painful ecstasy.

“Uhhh. Stop…. Enough… I can’t ….” 

He laughed, gripping her thighs as he stood, wiping her dampness along his wrist, kissing her, stroking the sides of her legs. Hannah faltered trying to push up on her elbows against the counter, her arm hit the faucet, splashing water on them and into the sink. Austin stood between her as she pushed it off, stroking her thighs.

“Oh god…” she wiped her brow, tasting herself on his lips with a soft kiss.

“You ok?”

“Mmmhmmm….”

A soft, sweaty glow radiated across Hannah’s face, she grinned at the stiffness of Austin’s cock against her thigh. She worked his briefs down, glancing up to see the fierce need within his eyes, his lip parted as she brought him to her entrance at the edge of the kitchen counter, inhaling as he sunk into her slowly, feeling the pinch, the soreness from last night all but gone. He stopped, not moving as she thrust up into him. Austin gasped sharply, his length fully within her. His hands at her hips, he moved his right hand up to cup her face.

“Hey… I don’t have any more condoms.” He said, thrusting back slowly, and then forward a little, moaning. “Ahhh god, you feel so amazing…. But … we should stop.” 

Hannah leaned back, arms over his shoulders, uttering a frustrated grunt.

“I definitely don’t have any condoms either… fuck… you could just pull out… “ she offered, bringing him back into her, arching her hips into him, relishing the sound of his “fuckkkkk” as he stretched her open.

“Are you on the pill?”

She shook her head, “No, I just got off in August… dry spell… figured I’d just use condoms and go back on if I started dating someone… fuck…” She didn’t share the real reason, how she thought it would be easier to loose weight off the pill. She didn’t want to break whatever spell made this handsome, too handsome, man think she was fuckable.

“OK, yeah… let’s stop… I gotta go to a Christmas thing…. and fuckkk… ok…. we should .. definitely stop… ” 

“Hmm… I don’t… want … to either… but … I have ... same …”

Austin paused, just standing there, still buried to the hilt in Hannah. He kissed her, deepening with each one, tightening his embrace as Hannah whimpered. He looked down into her eyes.

“I want to see you again.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow?”

“I have a thing…”

“After?”

“Maybe….”

“Take you out… like on a date….”

“Ok.” Her voice was soft and breathy.

He pulled out of her, slowly, evincing a deep moan.

“I’m going to go buy the biggest box of condoms….” He promised, smiling into her with another kiss.

Hannah laughed, putting her hand around his dick, feeling her slick lubricating him as she tugged.

“I could still get you off?” She offered, puckering her mouth with a loud POP.

He looked over at the clock, it was 1:30.

“Fuck, god… but… ughhhh…. its ok… I’m a big boy… and I gotta jet,  I have two different parties I have to go to, and I’m already gonna be late…”

Hannah traced the ridges of the corded muscles along his abs, nodding, knowing she also needed to shower and get ready for her day. He helped her off the counter, kissing her, and  moving to find his clothes.

“So, what are you up to? Rosenfeld…. does your family celebrate Christmas?” Austin was on the ground looking for his pants.

“My uncle does, for his wife, they’re having a big party.” She leaned into the sink, watching as he searched for his clothes, now sitting on the bed, buttoning his shirt, pulling on trousers.

“Oh, do you have a big family?”

“No… he just knows a lot of people…. It’s just me and my dad here in LA…. ”

“Ohh… “ he smiled, as he bent to pull on his black slip on shoes. “Your pop meeting you there?”

Hannah shifted, running her hand through her hair.

“Um, no, he and my uncle don’t really talk….  s’a long story…. the short version is,  my dad’s an editor too… like a sound editor, he and my uncle started out together, my uncle’s a ... uh... a producer… they both came out here, found some success… and, well, about twelve years ago my uncle agreed to invest in my dad’s business idea, a full service sound design company … then.. well, my aunt convinced him not to at the last minute.. the whole thing kind of tore our family up….”

Hannah inhaled, and stopped talking. She didn’t tell him how her father had dealt with the devastation of defaulting on his loan by drinking. Heavily. How her mom ran off to San Francisco and then back to London, to her family, to get away, leaving 12 year old Hannah there. Which was ok, if she’d had to choose, she had always been closer to her father anyway. But things got messy, her father had made the horrible decision to restart his life buying a trailer in Malibu, in a small, unofficial retirement park full of nosy old people. Hannah had to transfer from her crunchy, alternative artsy private school to Santa Monica High, the nearest public school to where they now lived. Suddenly her commute to school went from 10 minutes to an hour, and that was probably the easiest part of high school. Pot, ice cream, music and her small coterie of friends had made survival possible until she escaped to college. Things were better now, her dad was three years sober in AA, working intermittently, though mainly non-union, TV and straight to video stuff. Hannah longed to buy him a big house, set him up, let him rest, he had been grinding for thirty years. She wanted to free him, help her father move on from his disappointed, disoriented life adrift these last ten years. Hannah stopped, feeling she had overshared.

She took in Austin’s look of warm sympathy, his low “Oh… wow…”

“Hey, I didn’t mean to get heavy… but.. no, I won’t see him today… we have a tradition, we swim in ocean at dawn on New Year’s day, so I’ll drive out to his place in Malibu and see him then…. But, uh, yeah, I like started trying to mend things with my uncle about two years ago.. ha…. You know, after I graduated from UCLA and started looking for work…. My uncle is a producer… I guess I am shamelessly trying to use him….”

Austin walked over, putting his hands around Hannah.

“That’s how this business is, I’d do the exact same thing - you have to use every advantage you have, because it’s not about how good you are…. It’s about who you know…”

————

5 p.m. 

The sounds of the party downstairs floated up to the guest room where Hannah had snuck off to call her friend Sara, excitedly running through the events of the last 24 hours.

“It’s like, a Christmas miracle babe… I might actually start liking this fucking holiday… When can you get away? Come meet me here, and we can go get a drink at Barney’s… I wanna hear all about Rod Todd.”

“Yes…. It’s definitely Todd, and I don’t think my night was as exciting as your’s… Give me another hour or so and I’m there…” Sara promised. 

Hannah smiled, she had been grinning all day, hearing Austin’s voice every where she went. If she squeezed her legs she could almost imagine feeling him between them as he asked to see her again, his hard length still inside her. She straightened her white blouse walking downstairs, she even smiled at the sound of the Vienna boys choir as she ordered a glass of red wine at the bar, nodding and making small talk with some of the other people there. The guests were mostly from Paramount where her uncle was Vice President of Development, but there was an assortment of people from other studios, talent agencies, competitors and random acquaintances. Right now, Hannah was learning how her uncle’s accountant had walk-on roles in several films last year. Hannah guessed over a hundred people were wandering around the party throughout the downstairs and back yard of her aunt and uncle’s vast Bel Air mansion. 

A caterer walked by with bacon wrapped scallops, and Hannah had only popped one her mouth when her younger cousin Nathan ran up and grabbed her hand.

“Mfph… caor-ful nat-tin,” she swallowed, steadying. “Wheww, I almost spilled my wine.”

“Mom said to come find you, Sloan just arrived with her boyfriend, she wants a family photo.”

“Ok, ugh, how do I look?” Hannah asked, brushing off Nathan’s hand as she followed him to the front of the house. “Oh, how much of an arrogant douche is this one?”

“I can’t tell, he looks like he could go other way..”

Hannah laughed and then stopped in her tracks as they rounded the hallway, the air left her throat and she jumped back, startled, her hand jerking back and spilling red wine all over her white blouse, her purse dropping to the ground.

“FUck fuck fuck…” she whispered, as she bent down to grab it. You are insane, every where you go, every voice you hear, you think it’s fucking Austin. But as she stood up, she saw Austin’s horrified face looking back at her, her thin, gorgeous cousin Sloan hanging on his arm. Her model cousin Sloan. Her 20 year-old model cousin Sloan. Sloan’s mouth agape in a shocked laugh as her aunt ran over, the British accent made her voice all the more shrill.

“Hannah, oh god, did you get any wine on the carpet? Dear dear, now we’ll have to wait to do the photo… Abe, ABE!  Get Gigi out of the kitchen for me…”

Hannah trembled, putting her glass on the nearest side table, thankful all the wine had spilled on her shirt, and none had landed on the pure, white carpet. She closed her eyes, wishing to be anywhere else as her aunt turned her around and started walking them away from the group, looking back to yell.

“Please excuse me, Austin, it was so nice to see you again. I have to go get my clumsy niece sorted out…  Sloan, show him around, won’t you? We’ll do the photo later….” She moved Hannah forward. “What am I going to do with you, Hannah? I just hope we can find something that fits… maybe one of Abe’s dress shirts… oh, I think I have an oversized holiday sweater that will work.”

Hannah looked at herself in the mirror of her aunt and uncle’s master suite. A large, oversized ugly bright red Christmas sweater dwarfed her body, almost completely covering her blue mini-skirt. She fell back onto the large, soft bed, arms spread, doom enveloping her. She felt the hairspray on her dirty hair crunch. Of course. You knew he was too good to be real. Maybe you imagined last night … maybe he was just a figment of your delusional mind…. ? Wallowing in self pity, the sound of the door disturbed her from her reverie.

“It’s ok, Elaine, I’m coming - I just need a moment…”

“Hannah?” 

She jolted up at Austin’s voice, watching from across the room, arms crossed, eyes glaring as he closed the door.

“Fuck off….”

“Hannah, it’s not what you think.”

“Oh?”

“No, look… Sloan and I broke up last week… she just… I just… she asked if I would come do this one last thing as a couple… it meant a lot not to tell her mom right now… I was gonna be out here anyway…"

Hannah looked down as he strode over, backing away as he tried to embrace her, wiping the tears at her eyes.

“Don’t…”

“Please, don’t be like this… fuck… this is the most unreal fluke … ya guys don’t even have the same last name…”

“We do have the same last name,  Rosenfeld is too ugly for a model, too Jewy, Sloan shortened it to Rose when she moved to New York after high school … ”

“Hannah.” He stepped closer. “C’mon, it was an honest mistake.”

“Ok, so if it’s not such a big deal, why didn’t you mention this morning that you had to pull out of me to go take your ex-girlfriend to her family’s Christmas party? …. It’s all about who you know, isn’t Austin? Tell me. ” Hannah jeered, wiping more tears away. “Is Abe producing the film you’re in?”

Austin growled, fighting off her swats and grabbing her by the shoulders, holding her still. He wanted to choke her and fuck her into submission and comfort her all at once. The fear and anger in her eyes caused him to back off.

“Just stop, ok, you’re not being fair… " he relaxed his grip, Hannah went slack and fell into his arms. “Oh Hannah…  I’m sorry… you’re right… Sloan… we really are broken up… but … it did feel weird meeting up with her... today…. after last night… this is… gnarly…. but I like you…  I still wanna see you again, is that so crazy?” 

He took her by the chin, gently, looking into her face, searching for recognition. Her expression tensed, a stony smile formed as she pushed him away.

“Here’s the thing, Austin. Babe. There’s a girl code. Friends, cousins, their exes are off limits.”

As her feet padded down the stairs, Hannah almost ran out the door as Wham’s “Last Christmas” came over the sound system. Landing with a thud, instead, she stalked over to the bar and ordered two double vodka tonics, downing one after the other, then grabbing a glass of egg nog from the punch bowl and liberally spiked it with rum. Pacing across the room, she saw Austin come down, her mind now racing to form an escape plan, only to disintegrate inside as she watched Sloan approach her, arm around an enthusiastically smiling Sara.

“Hannah, thank god you are all cleaned up, look who I found on the front doorstep?” 

Hannah inwardly groaned, as Sloan waved Austin over, continuing.

“Hey, why don’t we all go downstairs to the den? We might find some snow after all out here in sunny California…” Sloan snaked her other arm through Hannah’s as she tried to protest.

“Hey Sloan, Sara and I have to be some—"

“I don’t mind.” Sara chimed in. 

“Don’t be silly Han Han…. Austin, bring that hot bod over here…” Sloan commanded, leading them around the house to the downstairs den, a dark room with the largest TV in the world. 

No one was around, and Sloan plopped down on the couch, opening her purse to pull out a mirror and a small coin purse, from which emerged a little baggie of white powder. Expertly lining rails of coke, Sloan paused to look up. Austin slowly went over to join her, and Sara sat on her other side.

“Are you partaking Hannie?”

“Is everyone else?”

“Why not…” Sara sighed.

Austin eyes caught Hannah’s, as she nodded. “Then yes, please…”

“What’s with you Hannah, anyway?” Sloan mumbled, rolling up a $100 bill. 

“Hannah met someone last night…” Sara giggled.

“Really?” Sloan arched her eye brow, and snorted two lines, handing it to Austin, who shook his head slightly, muttering why not as he leaned in.

“I don’t really —“

“She really likes him…. What did you say? He was the sexiest guy you ever met? Ever?” 

Hannah shot Sara a dirty look, trying to communicate that she would kill her if she uttered one more word.

“What?”

Walking over, Hannah sat across them below the coffee table, taking two rails up the nose, sniffing hard as the taste hit the back of her throat. 

“I’m so happy for you Han Han…” Sloan turned to Austin, who coughed as she explained, “My cousin has dated some real losers….” 

“That’s not true…” Sara feebly added.

“What happened to Billy from last year?” Sloan asked.

Hannah responded through gritted teeth. “Billy is my very gay, very single, good friend.”

“Oh, well, we were all just glad that psychopath was out of the picture…”

“Psychopath?” Austin murmured. Hannah shot him the look of death, running her hand through her hair, tapping the mirror for Sloan to put more blow out. 

“Eddie.” Sara added, as Hannah formed the powder into more lines, and snorted. “He was the worst, I’m sorry Hannah, but he was.”

Sloan nodded, “Yeah, oh boy… what ever happened to him?”

“His band went on tour with Minor Threat and he cheated on me… what can I say, I seem to attract losers, gays and cheaters.” She raised her eyebrow, looking Austin straight in the eyes, and then stood up.

“So Han Han, still editing The Mickey Mouse Club …?” Sloan swiped more coke out with her finger, smearing it on the inside of her gums.

“I think she’s actually editing all the Disney original TV shows right now, right?” Sara tried to break the awkward silence following Sloan’s condescending tone.

“I think I’m gonna head out, Sara?” Hannah’s voice was curt, Sara nodded, and joined her, a bewildered look as she followed Hannah out to her car. Aunt Elaine never got a family photo that day, and Hannah filled in her friend as they drove to the bar and proceeded to get very, very, very drunk, swearing off men forever.

Forever lasted about five hours.

Hannah left her car in Westwood Village. The second thing she saw after she fell out of her cab, feeling her sheer black stockings rip, badly, as she stared at the pavement laughing at the cruel joke we call life, was a pair of white, leather dress oxfords at the base of white pants. Very similar to the ones Austin had been wearing earlier that day. She heard the cab door close, and an Austin-like voice ask what he owed, before strong hands came under her arm pits and tried to pull her up.

“Fuck off … I’ve got it all unner controllll” she rolled away, laying flat on her back, feet slumped over the curb. Austin walked between her knees, his cool eyes looked down at her.

“I told Sloan about last night.”

Hannah blinked, rolling up on her elbows.

“What? Why would Sloan tell you ’bout last night?”

“You are such an idiot.” Austin sighed, looking up at the stars, laughing to himself and shaking his head as he looked back down at Hannah, drunk, a confused expression hovering above the large Christmas sweater, black tights torn across both thighs, blue mini skirt askew. He mused to himself that it looked like two rats had fought in her hair. The ridiculous spectacle made his cock stir even more, he couldn’t explain why. “Give me your keys, we can talk upstairs.”

Hannah pushed herself up, swatting his hands away, then promptly dropping the keys as they came out of her pocket.

“You gave me bruises, ya know, gonna call you Bruiser…”

“What?” 

“Yeah… s’ its your hips…. Yer too fuckin’ skinny…. I’ve some light bruising on my ass, Ssssara confirmed this for me in the powder room at the skey lub.”

“Ski Club?”

“Klee Clunk”

“Oh, right, the Key Club… oh boy, how many places did you guys hit?”

“Ev’ry place…. And I can’t believe you gave me bruises with your stupid sharp skinny sips…”

“Ok, babe, duly noted.” Austin laughed, shaking his head further, grabbing her keys and sweeping Hannah over him as she started to stumble forward, carrying her up the stairs over his shoulder, getting her cleaning and falling asleep next to her for the second night in a row.

————

January 1988 - July 1989 

It started out casually enough, neither one wanting to ask the other what they were doing, avoiding talking about what this relationship was. In fact, they barely spoke for the first few months, their lips otherwise occupied as they were drawn to each other by the magnetic attraction that only grew in intensity each time they laid eyes on one another. On the first three dates, they couldn’t even get out the door before the graze of an arm over a chest or the kiss of lips saying hello on a cheek would become the catalyst for heaving, sweating, swearing, groaning, primal, squelching, slapping, bruising, choking, senseless, neighbors-banging-on-the ceiling, wall, floor, fucking. Usually followed by a session of panting on the bed, leather chair or kitchen floor, exhausted and conceding that they should just order delivery. And then commanding a repeat performance once their energy returned.

“So…” Austin moaned, in flagrante, after date number two had been derailed by Hannah’s fingers brushing lint off Austin’s sweater.  “Am I really the sexiest man you ever met?”

“Ughhh… shut the fuck up… I was hung over… clearly brain damaged from the alcohol… just be quiet and fuck me, you ugly sod …”

“If I’m so ugly, why’d ughhh… keep me around?”

“Imma a slut for uggos… you’re all so insecure you compensate with that tongue …. *moan*… its the low self esteem….  plus you got me hooked fucking me from behind… didn’t have to see that fucked up mug… ”

Every time Hannah sighed or looked at him with her big doe eyes, his lips would part in awe and his cock would propel him forward, his mouth seeking out her pleasure like a beacon being guided home. Finally they agreed they had to meet in public if they ever wanted to successfully leave her apartment, so he would pick her up at work and take her out, undeterred by her protests that it was too expensive as he arrived at the valet stand in front of Orcini’s, Chinois, The Ivy, her voice raising higher and higher as she argued In-N-Out was just as good.  Austin spent a lot of nights finding new ways to make Hannah’s Murphy bed creak before he found his own place on the Westside, and got settled in a small, modern rental up in the hills.

It was a day in late May, Hannah had just started working on her first feature as an assistant editor, when Austin proposed they stop using condoms. She was sitting on the marble counter of his house, eating chow mien out of the container in a Talking Heads tee-shirt. He was in his briefs. Both exhausted, he’d been shooting his second movie, playing Emilio Estevez’s  younger brother.

“I mean, I’m not seeing anyone else… are you?”

“Well,” Hannah fiddled with the edge of her sleeve, “I’m so busy wrapping this McTiernan picture I really haven’t had time to meet anyone else.”

“Is it any good? I can’t believe they cast Willis, he’s a TV star.”

“I love Moonlighting…”

“Still, is he believable as an action hero?”

“You’re just jealous…. “

Austin took the noodles out of her hand and pulled her into a kiss.

“OK, no more talking about other guys… what do you say? You’re on the pill now, right?”

Hannah nodded.

“OK, I’ll get tested…. You’ll get tested… And voila… ”

She kissed him as he lifted her up, legs wrapping around him while he carried her to the bed room.

Despite her misgivings, Hannah brought Austin out to Malibu for tea at her dad’s trailer. It was a Sunday afternoon, and her heart burst as she watched Austin engage with Avram, not hesitating to talk movies and nodding as her father explained his theories about film school, “waste of time, scholars never make good directors, they’ve got their heads in books,” how Mel Brooks was not funny, “but no one has the balls to tell him the truth.” Austin praised sound editing, particularly dialogue editing, as the most important and unappreciated part of making a movie. And he was particularly gracious every time he tried to tell her father he liked movie he’d worked on.

“Hannah told me you worked on Chinatown, it’s one of my favorite movies…”

“Ughhh, what an awful film,” Avi groaned, frowning, his British accent drew out every vowel. “It had real potential, but Polanksi can’t help himself.”

Hannah stifled her laughter, waggling her eyebrows at Austin as she went to get more biscuits. He jumped up, offering to bring the tea cups in.

“I’ve never met someone with so many strong opinions… about film… and I went to NYU… ”

“My father hates every movie, especially the ones he worked on. I can’t tell you how many times he dragged me out of a movie theatre to walk out of something 30 minutes in.”

“He does know that you and I majored in film, right? When he tells you it is stupid to study film?”

“Yes, he knows that one of us went to the best film school in the country —“

“And the other went to UCLA…” 

“Ha! …. But Austin, my dad started working in this industry when he was 16, a poor Jewish kid from London, he followed his brother and his career to another country, always having to learn on the job. Always having to prove him self, no one to support him. And then everything with my uncle… He is bitter about how the industry is changing, no one ever had to go to film school to break in until the ‘70s…. And in some ways, he’s right, imagine how much more experience we’d have if we hadn’t wasted four years in expensive classrooms…”

Austin introduced Hannah as his girlfriend for the first time at the after party for the Estevez movie premiere. His publicist, Min, was sweet to her face, though she had made Austin promise no public appearances together. He walked the red carpet alone, meeting Hannah inside, where he found Min smiling as Hannah relayed her own editing credits from the year, making a mental note to discuss publicity and relationships with Austin later. 

In their next meeting, Min explained. “You have the potential to be a leading man, Austin, trust me, you do not to be tied down… to an editor? No. Please, trust me, actors are always better dating other actors. Or super models. Or pop stars.”

He brushed it off, explaining it was his private life, and he knew what he was doing. A part of him wondered if being in a committed relationship was wise, fair, good for his career, but those doubts disappeared as he watched Hannah cum on his face the next morning, her dopey smiled sent sparks to stomach, and he pushed up to cover her plush, red lips with his, the taste of her pussy all over his face. Riding her to the hilt and exploding inside of her, Austin shouted “fuckkkk” in rhythm to the sounds of their flesh smacking, filling the empty hillside below his open bedroom window with vulgar noises. That was the day he told her he loved her, pussy drunk, blissed out, nuzzling together in the cosmic afterglow of energetic coitus, endorphins flooding their systems. Austin twisted her hair. 

“Hannah Hannah Bo Bana Banana nana … I think I love you.”

Turning, she kissed the side of his chest, her fingers trailing down his chest.

“I feel it too, Bruiser."

“You should move in.”

“Babe…”

“What? This is the first day we’ve spent together all week. You’re busy. I’m busy. So just move in already. Then at least we can do this everyday.”

But of course, they did not fuck everyday. They didn’t even see each other everyday. Some nights, Hannah would fall asleep on the cutting room floor working for a deadline. Austin had to go to Idaho to shoot a western, and he became close with his co-stars, Robert Downey Jr. and Kiefer Sutherland, returning to LA with a stronger proclivity for nose candy, taking the weeks in-between projects to join his newfound playmates on the club scene. He would call Hannah from the pay phone at whatever bar they went to, asking when she would be there. Telling her he found the perfect alley for their anniversary. Some nights she ventured out, Hannah had always enjoyed feeling music pound through her soul, but she found she didn’t just enjoy getting high every night and she needed the blow to stay up until 4 with them and get to work the next morning. And so, on many nights, Hannah would just collapse at home and wake as Austin came in.

She met his family, briefly, at Christmas 1988. Dinner was small, quiet, just Austin, his father and older sister Ashley in the large dining room of a large, stucco house in Anaheim. Hannah had foregone her usual thick eyeliner and studded black leather jacket, buying an outfit at JC Penneys and wearing her grandmother’s pearl necklace. She hated herself, as she looked in the mirror and asked her self, “Would Nancy Reagan approve?”

She burned the dress in July, as she packed her things and moved out of the Hollywood Hills house. The female voice on the other end of the phone line still reverberated through her head. Austin was shooting on location in Arizona, it was his second leading role.  At first Hannah had questioned whether the hotel operator had connected her to the right room when a women’s voice answered the phone. She paused, thinking carefully.

“Oh, hey, um… is Brian there?”

She could hear the shower running in the background, and then Austin’s distinct voice shout out.

“Don’t answer the phone!”

The mystery women giggled, then spoke into the receiver.

“Sorry, no Brian here, you must have the wrong number.”

“Oh, this isn’t room 335?”

“No, 334… Austin, don’t, you’re all wet!”

“I thought I said not to pick up the phone?”

There it was closer, deeper, in the midst of some sort of exertion, was he tickling her? Kissing her?

Hannah’s mind raced and her imagination ran wild as she listened to a commotion of fabric and limbs while the phone receiver dropped to the floor.

Muffled voices continued.

“It was for the room next door… why don’t you want me to pick up the phone?”

“Shut up, just promise me  -" more feminine giggling as he spoke … “you won’t, ok?”

Hannah hung up after that, adrenaline coursed through her veins, and a sharp, nervous ache ran up her tummy and settled at the top of her chest. Pacing through the living room, through the kitchen, and back again, she started shouting at herself.

“Fucking idiot, fucking actors, fucking Orange County, fucking Reagan, ugh, you fucking stupid cow… you can let this go.” She breathed. “You love him. You knew. This was bound to happen. If you were honest with yourself, you knew. You knew. You knew the minute he told you why he had moved out here. Any real relationship would be impossible. But no, you didn’t care, did you? It was fuuuuun. He was hooot. It felt goooood. Losers, gays and cheaters, Hannah. This is as good as it could ever be. You can push it down, smother it, kill your jealousy and take what he gives you.”

She slumped on the ground, banging her fists into the hard wood floor, seeking out it’s cold to temper the crazy, frenetic heat overtaking her body. Now, she was taking a shower, drinking a beer as the water pummeled down. Three beers later, cold, shivering in the empty bathtub, she had convinced herself to just pretend she didn’t know, act like nothing happened, you love him - that is all that matters. 

But then he called her later that night, whispering “Hey Hannah Banana,” into the phone as he always did, his gravelly confident voice exuding fidelity.  She wondered if this was even the first time, she couldn’t tell the difference. He had the same deep timbre, extolling honeyed devotion from Arizona as he told her about his day and laughed at her sarcastic jokes.

Hanging up, hate overtook her. She played with the idea of throwing his stupid record collection down the hill. Sitting in indecision for five days, she knew she had to make up her mind about what she would do. He was due to come home in a week. At night, she forced herself to picture him fucking someone else, an anonymous mystery woman didn’t seem real enough, so she pictured Sloan, sucking his dick, riding him on top, crying out his name as he devoured her pussy. Hannah was so anxious she could barely eat, subsisting on coffee and digestives for the next few days. Her whole body trembled through a meeting with the director Joel Schumacher,  and Mike, the supervising editor shifting to stare at her periodically and then cornering her to ask if she was ok.

So Hannah made up her mind and started to form a plan. She grieved, chain smoking on the bed, a bottle of vodka in her hand, listening to the mix she had made of The Cure, Depeche Mode, Joy Division, smiling as she stabbed out her cigarettes into the ground, ruining the hard wood floor, thinking of Austin loosing his security deposit. She continued playing stupid on the phone when Austin called, although more and more she let the message machine pick up, feigning a busy work schedule when they talked. She signed the lease on a a little studio in West LA, near Wilshire Boulevard, packed her shit and moved out. She cried as she burned all love notes, valentines, cards, mix tapes and photos of them together in the fireplace before she left. And the dress from Christmas, she would never try to be something she wasn’t for any man. Ever again.

It took Austin two days to notice she had moved out. He arrived home late on a Monday night, assuming Hannah was still at work, he passed out and slept until noon. The past month on location had been a blur. He had wanted Hannah to come with him, and was resentful at her and her career, because they only occasionally had breaks that overlapped. They’d been able to sneak away for a weekend in Cabo, a few days in Vancouver. But it would have been cool to have her keep him company on this shoot. He was busy filming, beginning almost every day at 6 a.m., but the cocaine helped, and he felt like a champion working through the day and going out at night with some of the other actors.  He convinced Bob Downey to come visit him when he had a weekend off,  they drove to the Grand Canyon together, and dropped acid, then missed their paid and scheduled guided tour and ended up laying on the hood of his Beamer gazing at the stars and pondering the meaning of life. 

On his first morning back in LA, Austin got dressed and drove out for meetings with his agent to discuss his the next project, calling home and Hannah’s work no avail trying to reach her. He ate dinner alone at the at Chateau Marmont bar on a whim, drinking a whiskey and talking with the bar tender for a while. He wasn’t famous, yet, not really, and he enjoyed the anonymity, although he nearly jumped out of his skin with joy when Demi Moore recognized him as she entered the restaurant with Bruce Willis. They’d met when she was dating Emilio Estevez, and Austin took the opportunity to gush to Willis about how much he loved Die Hard and how he always thought Willis had action star potential watching Moonlighting. Leaving the Chateau, Austin ended the night with a drive through Hollywood, listening to Genesis and U2 on his tape deck, before growing lonely at home and wondering where Hannah was. He called her work again with no luck, drank a half bottle of whiskey and passed out. It was the next morning, unpacking his suitcases from Arizona, that he noticed Hannah’s side of the closet was empty. Austin frantically walked through the house, opening dresser drawers, looking through the bathroom, checking to see if she had left a note on the fridge or any travel receipts at her desk. His first hope was that she’d gone on a spontaneous trip with friends. Or maybe out to visit her father for a few days. Austin’s heart sank when he saw the empty frames above the mantle, the specks of burnt cards and photos in the fireplace. He wasn’t sure how much she knew, or how she found out, but he punched the wall until his fists bleed, raging at himself for being so stupid, for getting carried away, for screwing around with one of the supporting actresses.

It hadn’t been the first time another actor had flirted with Austin. Indeed, flirting, pranks, late night philosophical discussions, it was all common practice between the crew and the talent, especially on location when the everyone lived at the same hotel. For a month. However, this had been the first time he had given into temptation. Kim was 20 years old, beautiful and carefree, with none of Hannah’s angst or deep insecurities, although he later realized there wasn’t much depth to her personality at all and he got bored. Quickly. In the beginning, it had been freeing and wonderful, even exciting, to explore and get to know a new female body, to end the loneliness he’d been enclosed in over the first week and a half in Arizona. Why did anyone live in the desert anyway? He asked himself as the dry heat hit his face every goddamn day. The way Kim had pursued him was also incredibly flattering. She waited for Austin by his trailer, caught his eye on set while she bite her lip, cornered him at the hotel bar, causing him to smile a mischievous knowing smile every time their eyes locked, to know she wanted him, to feel the power he held over her. It stroked his ego and poured gas onto the fire that would blow up his relationship with Hannah. The sex daze wore off after a week and he realized what a huge mistake he had made. They had nothing in common and it was increasingly annoying how she didn’t get any of his jokes, or slipped into a form of baby talk in bed that grated his nerves, especially when he was hung over. It was worse when Kim began holding his hand on set, probing him about the future, and looking at him impatiently as she talked about going to the premiere together. Like a man, Austin said nothing, and suffered through another ten days of mediocre sex and companionship with Kim before breaking things off the moment shooting concluded.

All of this flashed through Austin’s head as he drove to Hannah’s work, yelling at the receptionist who explained Hannah was not working on anything there, she’d finishing before deadline, and had no idea if Hannah was working somewhere else or coming back in the near future. Swearing under his breath, Austin walked back and forth in the parking lot, squeezing the bridge of his nose, palming his hand through his hair. He considered driving out to Malibu and shaking down Avi, but he couldn’t bare to look Hannah’s father in the eyes, afraid she had shared what had happened, or worse, hadn’t and he would have to explain why he had no idea where his girlfriend was. Racking his brain, he wasn’t sure what to do. He had met several of Hannah’s friends, but didn’t know their phone numbers. It was pure dumb luck that he happened be driving down Wilshire Boulevard in a daze and saw her small, blue Honda hatchback parked down one of the side streets. He immediately recognized the Dukakis 88 bumper sticker in exactly the same place he’d watched Hannah paste it as he teased her relentlessly with promises to cancel out her vote by pulling for Bush. Parking across the street, he sat waiting, unsure of his game plan, but unable to leave. He put the radio on and leaned back. Thrumming the steering wheel, he didn’t see her walk past his car from the apartment building behind him and frown as she recognized his profile. Movement on his periphery startled Austin, and he looked over his shoulder to see Hannah’s beautiful, heart shaped ass running slowly back up the block in low black heels. Springing into action, Austin ran after her, his Nikes and jeans giving him the advantage.

“Hannah! Hannah….” He caught up and blocked the sidewalk, panting deeply. “C’mon Hannah, I made a mistake… one mistake… haven’t you ever made a mistake while you were drunk?”

Crossing her arms, sighing, she resisted the urge slap him.

“Yes. Christmas Eve. 1987.”

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[deadwar]

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold for yes, Italic for maybe, Strike if absolutely not.

BLANK MEME LINK.

FOR SOAP.

GENERAL.

SEXUALITY.  heterosexual. bisexual. homosexual. pansexual. demisexual. asexual. other:

ROLE.  dominate. submissive. switch. 

SEX DRIVE.  none. low. average. above average. hypersexual.

SEXUAL PREFERENCE.  prefers experienced partners. prefers moderately experienced partners. prefers inexperienced partners. one night stands. friends with benefits. serious relationships.

DETAILS.

TYPE.  vaginal. anal. cunnilingus. fellatio. intercrural. hand jobs. foot jobs. other:

ACTING ROLE.  top. bottom. power bottom. soft top. switch. service top. service bottom.

INITIATION.  prefers to initiate. prefers not to initiate.

TOYS: (make a list)

CLOTHING.  no clothes. some clothes. full clothes. lingerie. kink specific clothing. other:

EXTRA NOTES.  

BONDAGE.

BASIC.  being the sub. being the dom. both.

LIGHT.  blindfold. basic at-hand restraints (i.e. clothing: ties, belts, laces). handcuffs. privately worn collar. cloth gag.

MEDIUM.  leather cuffs. leather restraints. rope restraints. chastity device/belt. ball gag. phallic gag. leather harnessing. leash. muzzles. spreader bars.

HEAVY.  metal cuffs. chains. manacles & irons. mummification. publicly worn collar. bit gag. inflatable gag. ring gag. tape gag. rope harnessing. shibari. full head hood. immobilization. stocks (head & hands). straight jackets. suspension (upright, horizontal, inverted).

EXTRA NOTES.

BODILY FLUIDS.

ROLE.  being the submissive. being the acting. both.

creampie (ass, mouth, vagina). cum on body (face, torso, genitalia). bloodplay. golden showers. [breast] milking. rimming. swallowing (semen, urine).

EXTRA NOTES.

FETISH.

ROLE.  being the worshipper. being the worshipped. both.

worship (body, genitalia, foot, boot). corsets. cross-dressing. diapers. gas masks. high heels. leather. lingerie. rubber/latex clothing. spandex clothing. themed clothing.

EXTRA NOTES.

ROUGH PLAY.

ROLE.  being the sub. being the dom. both.

MILD.  slapping. spanking with hand. spanking with an object. over knee spanking. wrestling.

HARSH.  punching. kicking. genitalia spanking. genitalia whipping. whipping (belt, cat o’ 9 tails, flogger). caning. 

EXTRA NOTES.

MARKING.

ROLE.  being the marked. being the marker. both.

permanent. temporary.

biting. hickeys. branding. scarification. tattooing. carving.

EXTRA NOTES. loves biting, loves being bitten. loves being marked and marking his partner.

ROLE-PLAY.

ROLE.  being the sub. being the dom. both.

fear. puppy. infantilism. initiation. interrogation. medical. prison. prostitution. religious. schoolroom. switching roles. power exchange. punishment. other: 

EXTRA NOTES. not big into the roleplay part of it, but sometimes.....

SENSATION PLAY.

ROLE.  being the sub. being the dom. both.

asphyxiation. biting. beating (hard, soft). breath control (mild restriction, choking). clamps (genitalia, nipples). crying. ear plugs. electricity (internal, external). finger claws. fire play. gun play. hair pulling. horse riding (crotch torture). hot wax (body, genitalia). ice cubes. knife play (blood, no blood). overstimulation. needle play. nipple play (pulls, tugs, twists). pain (mild, severe). scratching. sensory deprivation. sleep deprivation. suction cups. teasing. tickling. waterboarding. 

EXTRA NOTES.

SERVICE.

ROLE.  being the sub. being the dom. both.

begging. chores. picking clothes/dressing. picking food/feeding. contracts. following orders. kneeling. manicures. massage. pedicures & foot massages. phone sex. serving as: maid, furniture, art. servicing others (supervised). uniform wearing. symbolic jewelry wear.

EXTRA NOTES.

PENETRATION.

ROLE.  being the sub. being the dom. both.

anal beads. anal plugs (small, medium, large, vibrating, in public - under clothes). breast fucking. dildos (anal, oral, vaginal). double penetration. fisting (anal, vaginal). masturbation. orgasm control/denial. sexual deprivation. sounding. strap ons (sucking, fucking, wearing). triple penetration. vibrator (anal. vaginal. external.)

EXTRA NOTES.

VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM.

ROLE.  being the sub. being the dom. both.

examination. exhibitionism (friends, strangers). forced nudity (private, public). outdoor scenes. video (watching/recording). voyeurism.

EXTRA NOTES. he likes to be watched if he's caught, and only if his partner is okay with it too.

tagged: @pseudowar tagging: anybody who wants to !

#xsfw #* 𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉 / headcanon . #i probably missed a couple things but from what's there.... u get it #he's kinky /: #anyways ((( :

[todaysdocument]

Product label for Acqua Lina Washing Liquid, 10/19/1937. 

(It’s bleach.) 

Series: Case Files for Registered Product Labels , 1874 - 1940

Record Group 241: Records of the Patent and Trademark Office, 1836 - 1978

Transcription:

[sample label]  

[vertical text on sideS of label] KEEP IN COOL PLACE TIGHTLY CAPPED | NO LIME OR ACID IN THIS SOLUTION  [/vertical text]

ACQUALINA'S HIGH QUALITY AND STRONG CONCENTRATION MAKES IT VERY ECONOMICAL

[capitalized] Do Not Use on Silk, Wook, Leather, or Sponge |  Use Acqua Lina on White and Fast Colors Only | Follow DIRECTIONS Carefully | To Break Gold Seal Use Penknife | Bleaches -- Removes Dirt -- Softens Water -- Whitens Clothes | As a Bleach in LAUNDERING -- ACQUA LINA[ [/capitilzation]  bleaches white cottons and linens and removes ordinary stains -- boiling unnecessary.  Remember always mix well ACQUA LINA with water before using. In First Rinse -- Add 1 tablespoonful ACQUA LINA for each gallon cold or lukewarm water; mix well; then immerse white cottons and linens 15 min.; rinse in clear water. In Soaking Suds -- Add 1 tablespoonful ACQUA LINA for each gallon cold or lukewarm water; mix thoroughly; add soap or washing powder; then immerse white cottons and linens half hour or overnight; wash; rinse in clear water. Good for babies' white cotton and linens, diapers, rubber garments, rubber sheets.  FLOORS, Softwood and Hardwood -- Wash with hot suds.  Apply solution half pint ACQUA LINA to gallon warm water; let stand until desired results obtained; rinse; dry; wax and polish. WOOD -- Breadboards, Shelves, Drainboards, Utensils, etc. -- Wash with solution 2 tablespoonfuls ACQUA LINA to quart cold or lukewarm water; let stand 5 to 15 minutes; rinse. Repeat if necessary. REED, WICKER, Natural Colored Straw Hats -- Follow directions for WOOD, using 4 tablespoonfuls ACQUA LINA to each quart cold or lukewarm water. AS A STAIN, SCORCH OR MILDEW REMOVER To remove STAINS -- Coffee, Tea, Wine, Ink, Berry, Fruit, Chocolate, Flower, Vegetable, Grass, Blood, many Dye and Medicine Stains, also SCORCH and MILDEW, from white and color-fast cottons and linens (do not use on silk or wool) -- Soak in cold water to remove starch or dressing.  Make solution 2 tablespoonfuls ACQUA LINA for each quart cold water; mix thoroughly; then immerse fabric 5 to 15 minutes; rinse well in clear water. Repeat if necessary.  Any trace of mildew remaining usually disappears when fabric is dried in sunlight.  Brown spots left after removing certain inks can generally be removed with lemon juice or vinegar. PETS, POULTRY, LIVESTOCK To disinfect cuts, wounds, insect bites, and help combat infections and ailments of germ origin, use solution 1 part ACQUA LINA to 10 parts water.  POULTRY and LIVESTOCK -- Disinfect drinking water by thoroughly mixing 1 oz. ACQUA LINA to each 5 gallons water.  Use in glass, porcelain or stoneware vessels.  Clean drinking water containers daily. DOGS, CATS -- Wash with solution half cupful ACQUA LINA to each gallon lukewarm suds; rinse with clear water; dry.  BEWARE OF IMITATIONS

ACQUA LINA REG. U.S. PAT. OFF. WASHING LIQUID [image of mother and daughter hanging up laundry] For your own protection DO NOT ACCEPT IF GOLD SEAL IS BROKEN ON THE NECK OF THIS BOTTLE  

[coupon] SAVE THIS COUPON  [vertical text: SAVE COUPON] ACQUA LINA MANUFACTURING CO. BROOKLYN, N.Y. SERIAL NO. 1008 THIS COUPON IS NOT REDEEMABLE BY DEALER

AS A CLEANSER, STAIN REMOVER, DISINFECTANT OR DEODORANT To prepare a disinfecting solution containing 100 parts per million Available Chlorine -- Add 1 oz. ACQUA LINA for each 4 gallons cold water; mix well.  For the following -- Wash thoroughly; rinse with solution 2 tablespoonfuls ACQUA LINA to each quart warm water; rinse; dry;

Basins, Bathtubs      Cuspidors     Enamel Ware     Sinks, Tile

Bottles                          Cut Glass       Fruit Jars             Vases

Chopping Blocks      Decanters     Linoleum             Windows

Coffee, Tea Pots       Dishes             Marble                  Wood Utensils

Crockery                     Drainboards  Porcelain             Woodwork

SICKROOM -- Bedpans, Urinals, Sputum Cups, etc. -- Wash thoroughly; rinse well with solution 3 tablespoonfuls ACQUA LINA to each quart warm water; let stand 5 minutes; rinse; dry.  ODORS - ACQUA LINA destroys Fish, Onion, Cabbage, Garlic, also Skunk and other obnoxious odors. GARBAGE CANS -- Wash with hot suds; then wash thoroughly with solution 3 tablespoonfuls ACQUA LINA to each quart lukewarm water; let stand 5 minutes; rinse; dry. REFRIGERATORS -- Thoroughly wash inside surfaces and shelves; rinse with solution 2 tablespoonfuls ACQUA LINA to quart warm water; let stand 5 minutes; rinse with clear water; dry; air. TOILET BOWLS -- Pour half cupful ACQUA LINA into bowl; swish solution over all inside surfaces; then add 2 tablespoonfuls vinegar; let stand hour or overnight. DRAINPIPES of Basins, Sinks, Showers, Tubs -- To cleanse and aid in deodorizing, flush with boiling water followed with cupful ACQUA LINA. Ice Box Drains -- Use quarter cupful.  AS A DISINFECTANT FOR PERSONAL USE One part ACQUA LINA thoroughly  mixed with 10 parts cold water makes a sodium hypochlorite solution equivalent in disinfection properties to Dakin's solution.  CUTS, SCRATCHES, INSECT BITES, MINOR BURNS -- Apply solution 1 part ACQUA LINA to 10 parts cold water; cover loosely with gauze; keep moist with same strength solution.  "ATHLETE'S FOOT" (Foot Ringworm) -- Soak feet daily for 5 minutes in solution 2 tablespoonfuls ACQUA LINA to each quart warm water; remove loose skin; continue soaking 15 minutes; dry. POISON IVY, OAK, SUMAC -- Wash with alcohol; bandage; keep moist with solution teaspoonful ACQUA LINA to glass water.  RINGWORM--Apply solution 1 part ACQUA LINA to 5 parts cold water several times daily. DENTAL PLATES -- To sweeten, disinfect and remove stains -- Cleanse thoroughly, let stand 15 minutes or overnight in solution 10 drops ACQUA LINA to half glass (4 oz.) water; rinse. DOUCHE -- For an antiseptic douche, thoroughly mix 1 to 2 teaspoonfuls ACQUA LINA to quart tepid water.  Will not harm delicate membrane or tissue.  Helps destroy unpleasant odors, leaves no lasting odor of its own. ACTIVE INGREDIENT WHEN PACKED SODIUM HYPOCHLORITE 5.25% Y WT. | INERT INGREDIENTS 94.75% BY WT.

© AMC 1937 GERMICIDE, DISINFECTANT, DEODORANT AND CLEANSER CONTENTS 32 FL. OZ.

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[aroturier]

Carnivorous Butler

Roturier

Chapter 2: The Truth About Cats and Dogs

Summary:

More of the same, with knobs on...and some cat fur.

Chapter 2

"Sebastian! What the hell do I pay you for?!"

The imperious boy in blue yelled as he stood atop his own desk, fists on slender hips, roaring to make himself heard over the melee currently taking place in his office. Normally a place of graceful tea service, sweet, comforting smells of leather, ancient parchment and excellent chocolate cake, it was now, well-

"Eaugh! It SPRAYED me! Sprayed me with-with- EEAUGH! My eye!"

"You do not pay me, young master—well, not yet at least," the butler smirked as he took advantage of a quiet moment in the eye of the storm to dab his handkerchief over the boy's face and eye, soothing the stinging scratches and mopping up the dripping cat urine.

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More on AO3 and ffnet for those looking for something to read that's not sexually explicit or terribly violent-erm to humans at least.

#kuroshitsuji fan fiction #catscatscats #Roturier fan fiction

[dk-thrive]

Things I like. Things I dislike.

Things I like: fires, Venice, tequila, sunsets, babies, silent films, heights, coarse salt, top hats, large long- haired dogs, ship models, cinnamon, goose down quilts, pocket watches, the smell of newly mown grass, linen, Bach, Louis XIII furniture, sushi, microscopes, large rooms, boots, drinking water, maple sugar candy.

Things I dislike: sleeping in an apartment alone, cold weather, couples, football games, swimming, anchovies, mustaches, cats, umbrellas, being photographed, the taste of licorice, washing my hair (or having it washed), wearing a wristwatch, giving a lecture, cigars, writing letters, taking showers, Robert Frost, German food.

Things I like: ivory, sweaters, architectural drawings, urinating, pizza (the Roman bread), staying in hotels, paper clips, the color blue, leather belts, making lists, wagon-lits, paying bills, caves, watching ice-skating, asking questions, taking taxis, Benin art, green apples, office furniture, Jews, eucalyptus trees, penknives, aphorisms, hands.

Things I dislike: television, baked beans, hirsute men, paperback books, standing, card games, dirty or disorderly apartments, flat pillows, being in the sun, Ezra Pound, freckles, violence in movies, having drops put in my eyes, meatloaf, painted nails, suicide, licking envelopes, ketchup, traversins [“bolsters”], nose drops, Coca-Cola, alcoholics, taking photographs.

—  Susan Sontag, excerpted and adapted in the NY Times (March 2012) from “As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980.” (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; April 10, 2012)

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[carpetandleather]

Beach Walks and Barefoot Bliss: Uncovering the Hidden Gems of Sunshine Coast Carpet Care

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Tea and coffee stains, red wine spills, cat stains, urine, kid slime, shoe polish, grease, Sudo Cream, lipstick, fake tan, tanning lotion, bleach stains, and grass stains are a few of the frequent stains that De Vere Carpet and Leather Restorations is expert at eliminating. They have experience with bleach marks from various household products, including pet urine, toilet cleaners, window cleaners, hair conditioners, acne creams, bleach, and White King.

Examining Sunshine Coast Carpet Repair Services

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Selecting the Appropriate Carpet cleaners in Sunshine Coast

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Conclusion

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[organised-disaster]

Inedible Things I Have Put In My Mouth (out of ten)

PLEASE DO NOT EAT ANYTHING ON THIS LIST

Modelling clay - 7/10. Okay flavour, fun texture, fun noises, nice and soft

Nail files - 6/10. Damaging to chew, but feels nice on tongue

Phone case - 6/10. Leather is nice on tongue, somewhat biteable

Tiny Lego Glaceon - 3/10. Plastic is nice, but too many small, breakable pieces. Choking hazard

Pencil - 7/10. Doesn't taste good, but great to chew on

Hair - 8.5/10. Fun crunching, but gets caught between teeth. Coughed up hairballs

Eraser - 9/10. Amazing to chew on, crumbles well. Coughed up bits of eraser that were gross to dispose of

Water bottle handle - 9/10. Easy to chew on, fits inside mouth

Sand - 10/10. The GOAT. Unfortunately damaging to chew, normally covered in urine due to cats (DO NOT EAT SAND. DO NOT EAT ANYTHING ON THIS LIST)

Soap - 2/10. I've had worse. Leaves an interesting after-taste and sensation

Hair gel - -9999999/10. FOUL. HORRID. EVIL. AWFUL. DOES NOT TASTE AS GOOD AS IT SMELLS

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[bean2345]

Setting story

Everything here was different from what she was used to. Seas of people occupied the sidewalks. There was not a smiling face in the crowd. Their demeanors were cold and unwelcoming, as they walked with haste to their separate destinations. The urgency of the city was unfamiliar to her. The sound of traffic and sirens floored her senses, and the scent of smoke and urine burned her nostrils.

Every corner there were buildings that loomed over her in such a way that unsettled her. The buildings made of paneled glass reflected the light from the sun blinding her as she walked. The sidewalks were uneven, and weeds seeped through the grooves and cracks of the walkway.

She passes by a café that sits in between two shops. The glass windows revealed the variety of pastries and breads presented in a glass case, workers scurrying about fulfilling orders, and a lineup that never seemed to move. The patio was crowded, and a server was weaving his way through the cluster of people balancing two trays in hand.

Two shops down, a man is slumped against a wall with a cup in hand, his clothes tattered and soiled. He shakes his cup begging for money, yet the people stroll by as if he was never there at all.

Two girls lower their heads and adjust their coats as they pass a group of construction workers who whistle at the pair. The boys proceed to make vulgar remarks and obscene gestures towards the girls causing them to scurry away, making the group of workers burst out in laughter.

The stimuli was far too much to bear. There was too much going on at once. Her thoughts were overrun by the traffic and its loud continuous rumble. There were too many conversations going on to focus on, and too many people bumping into her as she walked. The smell of urine and smoke kept hitting her in waves. The image of the construction workers and the two girls kept replying in her head; and a wave of nausea hits her. She wants to crawl out of her skin. She felt like she was suffocating among the congested sea of bodies. Desperately, she shoves through the crowd, grumbles and curses erupt from those she’s disturbed. She breaks out of the crowd and spots a wooden bench trembling as she makes her way towards it, clumsily settling down and letting out an exhausted sigh.

She rests against the backrest of the bench and lets out a deep breath. She feels tears threaten her eyes. Why must her courage desert her at the worst of times? She hates to admit it, but she misses her home. The quiet meadow that backs onto her house occasionally leading deer to her yard. She misses the smell of her mom's cooking and the sound of the television coming from the other room. Her father reclined in his leather chair watching whatever was on the sports channel. Newspapers spread out on the coffee table with pen scrawled all over the fine printed ink. The cat curled up on the ledge of the stone fireplace and the dog slept just below the cat. She missed the dog hair that was scattered throughout the house and finding it in the most unexpected places.

Not only did she miss her house, but she also missed the town. The gravel roads stretched throughout the neighborhood. She would do anything to walk down the road and hear it crunch under her feet as she journeyed to the stores. The walk into town was short, yet beautiful. The ocean on one side of her, and fields that stretch for miles on the other side. The scent of wildflowers and salt blessed her nostrils. The light breeze causes the grass to dance, and the water to ripple.

The town is small and quiet, much like her home. Often, she would see the news boy on his bike, he would flash a smile as they passed.

The shop owners knew her name and eventually came to know her orders. Kindly, they would always check in on her and the family. Offering little goodies for her and her family to enjoy. The gifts would be returned with flowers and fruits from her father's garden or baked goods from her mother.

She especially missed the bakery. Their apple pies were to die for the sweetness of the apples, cinnamon, and the flakey tenderness of the crust was mouthwatering. The scent of bread and pastries could be smelt throughout the town. Attracting many to its open doors. The shop was small, yet cozy. The interior had plants and was painted warm colors that reminded her of fall. The bakers were kind and welcoming. Not in a superficial way, but they treat you as though you're an old friend of theirs. Time moved slowly here.

The shops were older, yet well-kept painted reds, yellows, and blues. Despite the town being busy, there wasn’t a nervous energy being emitted like the city or the need to be everywhere at once. No, it was a soothing hum. The type of hum a mother would sing to her newborn child, a sort of soothing melody.

It’s hard to believe she ever hated such a place. Although, she supposed that if she grew up elsewhere, she probably would have gained a distaste for it as well. She was always welcome back home, she knew that. Yet, how could she tell them she was coming back home? They were all rooting for her to make it big in the big city. It was her dream, wasn’t it? To make something of herself and escape her small life in a small town? She is where she dreamed of being all those years ago. She convinced her mother and father to let her go out into the world. She babbled on and on to the owners of the shops about her dreams, and how she would get into the most prestigious college and work for the biggest law Firm in the country.

Now her mother and father are bursting with pride, and the shopkeepers have a clipping from the newspaper highlighting her achievement. She was this much closer to her dream so how could she possibly turn back now?

Living in a world where everything was new and foreign was terrifying. However, she knew that if she didn’t overcome this fear then she would regret it for the rest of her life and that if she went back home, she would be running away from it.

She couldn’t throw it all away. She wouldn't. It was at that moment that she got off the bench and headed towards her new future.

[cattypaw]

The Ultimate Cat Care Companion: Introducing the Amazing Soft Silicone Brush

As pet owners, we always try to take good care of our beloved feline friends. From ensuring their happiness to maintaining their overall health, our furry companions deserve nothing but the best. In this blog post, we’re excited to introduce you to an incredible tool that will transform your cat grooming routine: the incredibly soft silicone brush. This new brush not only makes your cat look amazing, but it also improves comfort and well-being. Let’s explore the wonderful world of this wonderful product! Silicone products that are gentle and smooth as skin: Made from gentle silicone, the incredibly soft silicone brush provides optimal comfort for your furry friend. It boasts a special formulation that can effectively remove loose leather and remove loose fibers without causing any irritation to your horse’s sensitive skin. The smooth lumps move effortlessly through your cat’s coat, making them more comfortable and satisfied during grooming. A soothing massage experience: Cats love a massage, and this brush provides just that! The Amazing Soft Silicone Brush not only contributes to a clean and quality coat but also provides a soothing massage experience. Gentle bristles stimulate your horse’s skin and promote blood circulation and relaxation. Regular use of the brush not only strengthens the bond between you and your canine companion but also contributes to their mutual well-being and happiness. Bathroom and Cleaning Equipment: The versatility of the Amazing Soft Silicone Brush goes beyond cosmetics. This wonderful product can also be used for bathing and cleaning purposes. Flexible silicone bristles are ideal for removing excess hair from your horse’s paws, preventing them from tracking down litter or urine

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[upciclo]

They’re like Amanita Phalloides

The most common toxins in your home and you don’t even know about it.

“To create awareness is to create a better world of understanding for ourselves.”

We talk about us, humans, dumping plastic into the vast ocean where millions of aquatic creatures thrive. We talk about how the human population is exploiting what nature yields. We talk about how many toxic chemicals from the industry just drain out into the rivers, choking little breathing fishes. We talk about Global Warming and the political and economic state of the world and yet, we do not notice the minor ‘silent poisons’ in our own houses. Why talk about major things, when the smallest things go unnoticed?

Could be the toxins in our leathers, harmful chemicals in repellents, or even the tip of our pencils that we use so often. We may not be able to get rid of all the toxins, but surely, won’t creating awareness be helpful for our future generation? So, try Vegan leather bags manufacturer. They provide fully chemical free product.

Below, are the few common household toxins that we barely seem to notice:

Pesticides: It’s common knowledge of how pesticides contain harmful chemicals. But even then, no one seems to bother. But what if there’s a solution to prevent using pesticides? It’s a simple one. We can simply store food in tight containers, clean up food spills and it will only take a few seconds. Doing these small things can prevent the entry of insects into your house and therefore, prevent you from using pesticides.

Mould/mildew and allergens: Although this is common knowledge too, solutions to situations like these are important to know. Water affected items can grow moulds and other organisms, which in turn can cause allergies to people. They can also cause various illnesses. Again, there’s always a solution to things like these. If there’s any leaks in your house, you should fix that. Also, furry animals like cats and dogs should be tried to be kept out of bedrooms, if there’s a person in the house who’s allergic to substances present in the animal fur.

After researching about this topic, according to the ‘National Library of Medicine’ , I found out that animal allergens are mainly produced in the liver or secretory glands and localized in animal skin and body fluids, such as urine, saliva, blood, milk, and sweat. These proteins adhere to fur and other surfaces.

Plastic might be secretly entering the food that we eat. So, this may seem surprising to many, but that’s the harsh truth about this world. It’s thriving, in plastic. It’s known to us that plastic is used to make many of our household items like containers and furniture, but it really doesn’t do that much to the human system. Instead, when thrown away, it’s incarnated or dumped into the ocean, harming the soil and organisms in the ocean. But what if it’s said that plastic is finding a way into the food that we eat? Would we all care now?

According to research, it shows how tiny bits of plastic are in our food, drinking water, the air we breathe, and, yes, inside our bodies. Every week, we are all consuming plastic, enough to make a credit card. Holding up a Visa card, Sen. Tom Udall said the following, when announcing legislation meant to reduce plastic pollution past this February. This amount is equal to about 5 grams per week.

But this whole ‘plastic in foods is poisonous’ is a in fact, a mystery. some people think that this kind of plastic is clean, as for years, it hasn’t done any harm to humans. On the other hand, science has told us that the raw materials of plastic are created from fossil fuels including oil and natural gas and thousands of chemicals, depending on the product, are used to make it harder, softer, or more flexible. To do this, chemicals such as bisphenol (BPA) and phthalates are used, which can enter foods which were once wrapped in plastic.

Toxins are also present in cosmetics such as foundations, shampoos, and conditioners. Not only are they harmful to humans, they’re also brutal against animals as these cosmetics are at first, tested on animals like rabbits and rats to see if they work properly. Solutions include using ayurvedic cosmetics which have therapeutic properties.

In conclusion, it is important to create awareness of such topics for the better of our world. It is important that the mankind cares, and supports the environment to live in a clean, green land of purity. A world, which was once green, which became polluted, might have hope to become green again. Let’s be creators for a huge change. Let’s make an impact, for ourselves. For the world. For the better. Choose Eco friendly planters bulk products from Upciclo.com

Article Source: They’re like Amanita Phalloides

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[thedancemostofall]

susan sontag’s likes, dislikes

(Note: this list was published in the second installment of her collected journals here.)

Things I like: fires, Venice, tequila, sunsets, babies, silent films, heights, coarse salt, top hats, large long-haired dogs, ship models, cinnamon, goose down quilts, pocket watches, the smell of newly mown grass, linen, Bach, Louis XIII furniture, sushi, microscopes, large rooms, ups, boots, drinking water, maple sugar candy.

Things I dislike: sleeping in an apartment alone, cold weather, couples, football games, swimming, anchovies, mustaches, cats, umbrellas, being photographed, the taste of licorice, washing my hair (or having it washed), wearing a wristwatch, giving a lecture, cigars, writing letters, taking showers, Robert Frost, German food.

Things I like: ivory, sweaters, architectural drawings, urinating, pizza (the Roman bread), staying in hotels, paper clips, the color blue, leather belts, making lists, Wagon-Lits, paying bills, caves, watching ice-skating, asking questions, taking taxis, Benin art, green apples, office furniture, Jews, eucalyptus trees, pen knives, aphorisms, hands.

Things I dislike: Television, baked beans, hirsute men, paperback books, standing, card games, dirty or disorderly apartments, flat pillows, being in the sun, Ezra Pound, freckles, violence in movies, having drops put in my eyes, meatloaf, painted nails, suicide, licking envelopes, ketchup, traversins [“bolsters”], nose drops, Coca-Cola, alcoholics, taking photographs.

Things I like: drums, carnations, socks, raw peas, chewing on sugar cane, bridges, Dürer, escalators, hot weather, sturgeon, tall people, deserts, white walls, horses, electric typewriters, cherries, wicker / rattan furniture, sitting cross-legged, stripes, large windows, fresh dill, reading aloud, going to bookstores, under-furnished rooms, dancing, Ariadne auf Naxos.

[insight-pet-australia]

Cats won't ruin your sheets anymore - Urine Off Cat

Are you among those who believe that cats ruin your sheets? In that scenario, you aren't the only one. Many people believe that cats are responsible for ruining their sheets and furniture. However, that may not be the case. Urine Off has created a cat deterrent to prevent cats from urinating on furniture and sheets.

What is Urine Off Cat?

Urine Off Cat is a product that is designed to remove urine odors and stains from surfaces. The product is a concentrate mixed with water and then sprayed onto the surface. Urine Off Cat is available online and at pet stores. The product contains enzymes that break down the urine molecules and remove the odor. It is safe to use on carpets, furniture, and bedding. Urine Off Cat can also be used on cars and other surfaces that may have been stained by urine.

The product comes in a spray bottle and is mixed with water before use. Then, the concentrate should be sprayed onto the surface and air dry. Urine Off Cat can also be used in a carpet cleaner machine.

How does Urine Off Cat work?

Urine Off Cat is a specially formulated pet urine cleaner that uses enzymes to break down and remove urine and ammonia odors. On carpets, furniture, and other surfaces, it can be used without risk. According to the manufacturer, Urine Off Cat can clean up fresh or old urine stains and odors. The product should be sprayed on the affected area and left to soak in for a few minutes before being wiped away. Urine Off Cat is available in an 8 ounce bottle.

What are the benefits of using Urine Off Cat?

There are many benefits to using Urine Off Cat. For one, it is a very effective product that can quickly and easily remove urine odor and stains. It is also suitable for use on carpets and furniture. Urine Off Cat also comes with a money-back satisfaction guarantee, so you know you're getting a high-quality product. Another benefit of Urine Off Cat is that it is simple to use. Apply the product to the affected area and allow it to absorb. After that, blot the affected area with a cloth or towel. You might need to repeat this procedure numerous times for tough stains.

Urine Off Cat is also affordable, making it an affordable option for those looking to remove urine odor and stains.

Where can I buy urine off?

You can buy Urine Off Cat at most pet stores. However, you can also buy it online. Just make sure to do your homework before buying anything to ensure you get the best deal possible. Some popular online retailers that carry Urine Off Cat include Amazon, PetSmart, and Chewy. You can also find coupons for Urine Off Cat products at various online retailers. For example, you can get a $5 coupon for Urine Off Cat at Insightpetsolutions.com.au.

How do I use Urine Off Cat?

To use Urine Off Cat, simply spray the product onto the affected area and allow it to soak in. Use a wet vacuum to remove the urine and then reapply the product for best results. Urine Off is safe for most surfaces, but it is always best to test a small area before use. Do not use on leather, suede, or other sensitive materials.

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[renee-writer]

Dave’s Double Dose

The Method

The Father pondered what would be His greatest creation. His servants would not understand. It was beyond their experience. Sitting in His Throne Room, surrounded by servants, He formed a thought. Out of the center of His thought stepped a form – the Firstborn of this creation, born not as the rest would be, but simply from His own will – the physical manifestation of Himself appeared.

From the beginning, He knew what He would face. It was necessary, for the Creation would fall. It came with the territory of free choice. Out of His mouth, at the very sound of a word, worlds were formed, order was established, and the Plan was put into place. Where man would fail, God become flesh would succeed. Where man would birth sin and death, the God-man would bring life and abundance of purpose. Where man would bring sorrow and distress, the Son of Man would absorb the sorrow, take it within Himself, and bring forth peace. Where man would break the relationship God wished, God Himself would heal what man had broken, making the way possible.

The Man

He laid in the arid heat for a minute’s respite, the roar of the crowd momentarily muffled by his personal plight. The dust of the road, commingled with dried urine from bed chamber pots thrown out every morning from houses along his current route, invaded his nostrils and caked on his body - attracted and sealed by sweat and blood that poured from open wounds. He had fallen yet once again.

As he struggled to regain his feet, reminded of his wooden burden by the sharp pain of a leather strap, the Man placed one battered hand palm down in the dirt, stabilized his burden with the other and pulled a knee underneath his body. Looking beneath him, his leg wasn’t as straight as it should be. The ligaments behind his knee had been partially torn by a particularly spiteful nail cruelly knotted into the end of a cat-o-nine-tails that had found its way around his knee before anchoring into the soft flesh behind it. Skin literally stripped and flayed away by course strips of leather dipped in the adhesive of lamb’s blood, his wooden burden rubbed and dug deeper into the unprotected flesh that had not been designed to bear the weight of anything but the skin that clung to a soldier’s whip, now left hanging to dry in a courtyard behind him.

Physical pain was not the only thing that threatened to consume his mind. Despair licked its hungry chops prowling in tighter circles around him as a ravening beast hesitating slightly before going in for the kill. Most of those closest to him had fled at the first sign of danger. Even “the one who he loved” was nowhere to be seen. The one who had begun the night standing his ground had already betrayed him multiple times, but it was his people who mocked him, as he stood again, with an unassuaged, insatiable desire for cruelty that truly broke his heart! Hadn’t he wept for them barely a week before? Yet now, his visage eradicated by 40 save 1 as the cruel executioner earlier had swung the whip separating flesh from body, this nearly unrecognizable human form, partially dragging his injured leg, bearing a wooden cross, found another tear to shed for the people who had nothing for him but hate. The beast would be thwarted, craving unsatisfied. The man must not and would not cave to despair.

The Mission

Abuse upon abuse, cruelty of cruelties, the power of sin sought to exact its damage upon the very One Who had spoken existence into being. The Plan had been in place before the original words had been spoken, “Yehi or vayehi or,” “Let there be light, and there was light.” He Himself had said those things. Now that very light sought to add insult to injury on the Judean road outside of Jerusalem, for the midday sun heated the putrid dirt beneath His body causing the acrid smell of human and animal waste to rise in a pungent reminder of what He knew was coming.

As the weight of sin began to rest on His shoulders, the real battle ensued. Sin takes its toll on the body as the physical price of evil. The ravages of abuse, addiction, anger, gluttony, and sexual perversion seek to pound man into the submission of slavery to anything but his Maker. The Man felt every devastation physically possible at the end of the whip, the burden of the cross, and nails piercing the skin. Sin exacts its price upon the mind as distrust, hatred, envy, and fear causing dysfunction in every relationship. The Man endured the betrayal of friends, abandonment of principle, and separation from all things resembling humanity as He was mocked, spit upon, lied about, and despised.

But, as always, the heart of the matter is a matter of the heart. Sin batters the spirit separating it from its source of life as surely as unplugging life support from the dying results in their deaths. It was the final hurdle. It was to be the Man's final accomplishment on that fatal afternoon, for He would take on the separation between life and life-support, between soul and spirit, between God and man. For the One Who holds all things together by His will, the very One Who is Life itself and Who breathed life into the creation, would voluntarily lay His down and separate life from the life-giver. In so doing, the Man would reach across the unspannable gulf between life and death and provide a bridge to any who would cross.

Light flickered in the mid-afternoon sky before sputtering out completely, plunging the world into darkness. How else could the creation express the Light of all things being extinguished? The physical pain had been unbearable, and the emotional trauma had been complete, but the spiritual anguish in that moment of separation exploded unconstrained by dimensional bonds going out from its epicenter throughout the creation moving backward and forward through time.

“It is finished!” the Man cried as the unthinkable and impossible was complete. The impassable was passed, the unbuildable bridge spanned the infinite gulf, and the foundation formed for the relationship between God and man. The mechanism was in place, for the road had been constructed, but the way was dark for in the spiritual realm, all was in darkness. The light of life had blown out!

The Method had been met, the Mission was complete, but the Man’s body lay in repose behind a sealed stone entrance to a tomb. The Man, however, was not finished. The way must be lit. The Light of life must return. Life is not life without the Life-giver, and without the spark, there can be no fire.

The Son of Man, Son of God, God become flesh had yet something to do. Though the Plan had succeeded, what is a path that cannot be seen, what good is a road that remains hidden? The darkness lessened, the gloom began to lighten, and a spark appeared in the spiritual realm. As the Light of Life stepped forward onto the path lighting the way for all to see, ripples spread into the physical. The ground started to tremble and shake; the Earth groaned as if in the final stages of giving birth. As the sun rose in the East, the stone rolled from the entrance of the tomb, and the Son rose indeed.

The path was made, and the way is lit for all to see. The sign has been hung stating clearly:

“Whosoever will, may come!”

He is awaiting your call!!

In Christ Alone,

The Bread

(A Product of the Loving Baker)

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How To Get Cat Pee Out Of Shoes?

How To Get Cat Pee Out Of Shoes?

In this article, we will find out how to eliminate cat urine smell and urine stain from your shoes. We will also understand why your cat urinated in your shoes instead of the its litter box. This will enable you to take an informed approach and solve other potential problems associated with your purry and furry friend. How strange it may sound, cat pee could actually be a shoe care problem.

Cat Smell And Shoes

Cats are lovely pets. They're low-maintenance, don't need long walks or exercise, and love to snuggle with us as we binge-watch our favorite shows. Cats are excellent companions for people who work a lot, live alone, or like to travel since they make wonderful friends. You may not be aware that cats have the ability to do whatever they want if you've never owned one before.

Your cat may be an angel, but a younger cat or one that is unruly could wreak havoc. You could have come upon your cherished pet urinating in or on your favorite pair of shoes for a variety of reasons. Cat urine smells so horrible. Every pet and the human relationship goes through adversity. If you and your cat are having a pee problem, you might want some advice on how to get cat pee out of shoes. We've got some wonderful cleaning methods for you that will remove the substance from your footwear so you can love your furry feline again.

Why My Cat Urinates In The Shoes?

It's possible that your cat picked your shoes as its own personal toilet because, of all the places, it's the worst. After all, your cat is litter-trained and usually uses the litter box, so what's going on? It's critical to address this issue because there may be something more going on. Rather than jumping to the conclusion that your cat hates you and wants to express himself, consider whether there is anything else wrong. Let us shed light on some of the potential reasons. Dirty Litter Box Scoop the litter box at least once a day. Some experts even advocate scooping multiple times a day if you have more than one cat utilizing the same box. Cats' superior sense of smell enables them to detect odors that humans can't, so when they use the same litter box, they must perfume their own products as well as those of their housemates. Clean the litter box on a regular basis and do the right thing by making sure it is cleaned at least once a day. If you don't, be prepared to discover hair strewn throughout your house.

Potential Health Issues Your cat's health may be the source of his or her urination outside of the litter box. If you've noticed that your cat is peeing in a variety of places throughout your house, such as on the floor, furniture, and other locations, he could have a urinary tract infection. Kidney disease and diabetes can all cause your cat to lose control of its bladder. All of these problems might be serious, and they may need immediate medical care. So, before you chastise your kitty, make an appointment with your veterinarian to see if anything else is wrong. Any Kind Of Routine Change Cats live on routines. Any kind of routine change, small or big, can confuse them. This can lead them to pee anywhere to relieve themselves. Stress Your cat may be peeing outside of his litter box for a variety of reasons. He might be stressed out, for example. Animals are unable to communicate with humans vocally, so they must communicate in other ways.

How To Get Cat Urine Stains And Urine Odor Out Of Your Shoes?

Cat urine smells pretty bad. Moreover, cat urine odor can lead to many health issues. That is why it is crucial to get cat urine odor and stains out of your shoes. Otherwise, the cat urine smell can become a constant lingering odor. Especially, if there is cat pee in your leather shoes.

Now, let us figure out the ways to eradicate the cat pee smell from your shoes. We will be using vinegar and baking soda. How To Get Cat Urine Out Of Shoes Using Baking Soda? Baking soda is an effective way to get rid of cat pee from shoes. It will help to remove the odor as well as the stain. Baking soda is a natural deodorizer, and it will also help to absorb moisture. Here is what you need to do: 1. Take a clean cloth and dampen it in some water. 2. Now, sprinkle baking soda on the affected area. 3. Rub the baking soda into the fabric using a damp cloth. 4. Let the baking soda sit on the shoes for at least 30 minutes so that it can work its magic. 5. Once the time is up, brush off the baking soda with a clean brush. How To Clean Cat Pee From Leather Shoes Using Apple Cider Vinegar? If you are looking for an eco-friendly way to get rid of cat urine from leather shoes, then apple cider vinegar is the way to go. Apple cider vinegar is a natural sanitizer as well as a deodorizer. It will help to remove the cat pee odor as well as the stain.

Here is what you need to do: 1. Take a clean cloth and dampen it in some water. 2. Now, sprinkle a few drops of apple cider vinegar on the area with cat pee. 3. Rub the cider vinegar into the fabric using a damp cloth. 4. Let the cider vinegar sit on the shoes for at least 30 minutes so that it can work its magic. 5. Once the time is up, brush off the apple cider vinegar with a clean brush.

Final Words

Using baking soda and cider vinegar, you can easily get rid of the cat pee smell. We highly recommend you find out the reason behind your cat's odd urinating behavior. It is advised to consult a vet. Read the full article