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A Chance Encounter: Part 1

A lonely man meets a sexy woman.

In 3 parts, By Vitorio. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

Forty-ish I suppose, same age as me, sitting on her own. Unusual in a British pub on a Friday night. Very, very noticeable. Red hair worn in a slightly old-fashioned style, curly, shoulder length. Her face was, how to say this, big. No that's wrong, striking is a better word. Characterful, is that a word? Dark red lipstick, almost 'porn star' quality. That was it really, she had something of the appearance of an actress from those early films I'd seen in my youth.

She was bloody attractive - difficult to take my eyes off her. She was certainly drawing attention. Two young lads made a move to her - saw them off in pretty smart style. Don't know what she said to them but they drifted away, tails between legs.

I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I'd come out for a drink to get out of my flat, first time for a while, trying to shake off the depression caused by the last letter from my solicitor. My ex - off to the States with her new man, and the kids. Cow!

I didn't think I was that bad. It wasn't me over the side was it, bloody toe-rag, seducing her like that. I had no chance. He had it all, money, good looks, youth, the bloody lot. Nineteen years down the bloody pan!

I just wanted to sit by the bar surrounded by people, try to get back to life I suppose. Hadn't thought about women for a good while, well I had but the thoughts hadn't been about sex! Felt pretty let down really. Christ, she was bloody attractive.

Then she noticed me looking. Eyes met and I looked away, embarrassed. Hadn't done this for a long time, chat a woman up in a pub. Different 'rules' now. Couldn't not look though, shit she was lovely!

Looked at her again and she was looking at me, hell. Shit, bugger, smile you idiot! So I smiled and, miracle of miracles, she smiled back. Took a deep breath, got up, and walked over.

"Can I join you?" A nod, a smile. Fuck!

"A drink, err, can I get you a drink?" Hell, how long ago had I last done this!

Big smile. WOW "Mmm, yes please. Gin and tonic, double, with ice and lemon. Thanks." Nice accent, posh. Well not quite, posher than me. A double, unusual but there you are!

Off to the bar. Got the drinks, wine for me, never been a beer drinker and spirits: well not now! As I turned the two young guys moved in.

"Pushy sod aren't you?" said one.

"Yeah, pushy!"

I wasn't in the mood! Pugnacious look, full height (6' 2"), "Piss off before you get into trouble!" and stared them down. Kids! Stand up to them and they back off (I hope!). They did, slunk away without a look.

I looked at her, she was watching with ghost of a smile. I sat, gave her the drink.

"Wine?" she said with a soft smile, "hardly the drink of a 'hard' man."

"I'm not hard, just don't like being interrupted." She smiled again and nodded. She seemed, melancholy.

We sat; we talked, about me mostly. I took her in. Probably around 35. OK, 40. So difficult to tell nowadays but she was a looker that was certain. Quite a lot of make-up but well applied and accentuated her beauty. There seemed to be something familiar about her. Couldn't see her figure but if it was as good as her face and hair, wow! Then, as her drink diminished, "You live around here?"

I did. "About 5 minutes," I said.

"Let's go!" I must have looked shocked. Surely chatting up hadn't changed this much. "Show me where you live!" Who was picking up who?

She stood, I stood and we left the pub. Nice evening, slow walk and she held on to my arm. Nice.

Back to my flat. Stale, uninteresting. Hadn't really got round to making it into a home. Difficult.

"My 'castle'," I said. She smiled and crossed the threshold. She was tall, well over average, I'd say about 5' 10" in her heels. Not slim, could see that under the coat. Followed her in and took coat.

WOW. The rest of her was as good as her face. Not, repeat not, the skinny planks that women try to be today. Very shapely. The view from the rear as I showed her into the lounge, was bloody marvelous. Thank god for the Coke bottle! Gorgeous hips and an arse to die for. She turned. Shit, I didn't think I could take much more. Breasts full and shapely under her blouse. Slight rise of tummy dipping to the pleasure palace. She was Monroe, Loren, and Lolobrigida, a fantasy. Fuck!

"Drink?" I managed. She smiled.

"I didn't come here to drink," she said as she reached for me and pulled me close. Things had changed!! Her kiss was unpracticed but passionate and, as she pulled away, "Bedroom, where's the bloody bedroom!"

What's happening here?? No time to think, did I want to. Shit no. I knew exactly what I wanted to do! I took her hand, corridor, bedroom. Thankfully I had a double bed, didn't matter mind you.

She grabbed me again, her kisses passionate. So were mine by now. Boy did she light my fire. I'd never met a woman like this, forward. My wife wasn't bad but this? No, nothing. Hands were fluttering at my shirt buttons, releasing them quickly then stripping my shirt off. Mine did the same to her blouse, ripping several, she didn't seem to mind. She was stroking my body, cooing, kissing my neck and shoulder. I did the same to her but I wanted those tits! They felt great pressed against my chest.

Unclip bra and slip it off her shoulders, she helped then pulled my head down and thrust her tits in my face. "Suck, bite, oh you bastard, squeeze them." Ever the gentleman, I did hard. She was grinding hips into mine by now

An hour later I Rolled off her and lay on my back, don't like to smother a woman. Deep breath - wow that was good. Calm. Phew, hadn't been like that for a bloody long time.

No rest for the (very) wicked though. She was there, on me. "Fuck! That was bloody good. Do you practice?" She laughingly asked. She had a nice laugh. Sexy, rich, free.

"No," I said, "been a while. Divorce."

"Oh! I suppose so. Nothing in between?" Fool! I'd unburdened myself to her. Divorce, kids, lover, States: the bloody lot. Because she listened.

"No," She laughed as she looked down on me. "Bloody waste, that was fucking good." Language! Didn't know any women who talked like that. Bloody sexy. Plus she was playing with my cock and balls!

"Not finished I hope?" I wasn't!

"No," I smiled up at her.

"Bugger," she said, "need to get rid of this, it has been a long time hasn't it?" Off she tripped. "Where's the loo?" What a fucking body!!!

"First left."

"Don't go away!" She was gone. Time to take stock. Bugger it, why bother, this was Fun. Shit, what a woman! She was back, stood in the doorway, a goddess!

Swayed across to the bed, knelt by me. God, her tits! Tummy! Big smile as my cock noticed her. "Better clean him up!" she resolved. Not sure she'd done much of this. My ex was a good cocksucker, wouldn't take cum in her mouth though. Wonder if she did for him.

Sod them, she may not have been experienced but she was enthusiastic. Head bobbing, tongue washing. Withdrew and looked down.

"Mmm, nice, your turn!" and lay back. Boy did I want my turn! Long look at her body, first time really. Wow. Tits firm, not good at size but looked good to me. Tummy, I like that not too flat. Leads nicely down to pussy, hers did. She was a natural redhead. Trimmed but not too much. Legs slightly open, she looked good enough to eat, I did but first her tits.

Started by squeezing firmly, playing nipples, then kissed and bit. Like doing this, she like it as well.

"Oh yes play with my tits. Bite, suck, oh god!" She pulled my head down for a kiss then, "Ever fucked tits?" No I hadn't actually.

Stunned, "Err, no!"

"Never had them fucked either. Shall we try?" Well I certainly didn't mind trying to fuck these beauties.

"Let's!" A voyage of discovery!

"Hold them together. Oh shit, yes. Like that."

Big smile, "You like that?" I managed a nod. "So do I!"

Did it for a while then, "Shit, I've got to stop." If I didn't I'd cum and I hadn't eaten yet.

She smiled, powerful, in charge, well she was. I didn't even know her bloody name! Mind you, she didn't know mine either! "Why?" Teasing with a smile.

"I haven't eaten!" I said. Regain the initiative, I thought.

She looked puzzled, "Eaten?"

"Your cunt," I said.

Raised eyebrows, surprise, then a smile, "Oh yes, for as long as you fucking like!" Language, never heard it like that from a woman, even ex. Bloody sexy though!

I climbed off her and checked the menu. Legs slightly apart she looked delectable. Wet again --seemed to get wet. Not that I minded. She moaned when I got there.

She went off like a firecracker. Noise! Shouts, screams, moans. Couldn't hear what they were: legs gripped my head like a bloody vice. Seems she wasn't used to this! Finally she came down and let me go, wow! Still, time to bring her on again, regain control!

She screamed, wasn't used to this either! I was crushed, never had a reaction like this. Hands held my head to her legs crushed, and hips pushed up. Breathe? Just! Bloody good fun.

Took longer for her to come down, but she did: finally. I wasn't finished here though. Still, did enjoy rimming and, well, it was such a lovely arse!

Lifted my head for air, phew. Looked down at her. I don't think I'd ever seen a woman so, hell I don't know, sensuous is the only word I can think of. She wasn't finished, far from it. Mind, I wasn't either, yet!

I lifted her legs higher and it was tiny, a star with the faintest ring of muscle. She shivered, "Oh my fucking god. You'd do that. Oh fuck yes!" She was pleading. I was delivering but I couldn't get there properly.

"Turn over," I said gruffly as I lifted my head. She looked apprehensive. Needn't have worried. Never done anything to a woman that she didn't want doing to her, don't believe in it. Hadn't had that much experience though. Half a dozen girlfriends then marriage, cow. 19 years! Still, forget that, wow.

"Why?" throatily.

"So I can rim you!" Well she used the language, might as well.

"Oh fuck yes. Never done that!"

"Always a first time," I said with a look that indicated that other 'first times' might be in the offing.

"Mmm, there is," and she turned as I moved away. Look, I'm not really an 'arse' man per se. I like all of a woman but, shit, she had an arse to die for and, from that day, I was an arse man. She conquered me! I said she wasn't a plank. Full, shapely figure. Wide hips, not so narrow waist but proportionate, the sweep of those hips, the curve. Nothing in nature equaled that shape. And the cheeks! How to describe them. Two footballs, no basketballs joining body to legs with the valley between hiding her arse-hole. This doesn't do them justice but it's the best I can do.

I was motionless at the sight before my eyes. I was so hard I think it would have broken had I knocked it!

I had to take a deep breath, control. For fuck's sake hold on!

Then she smiled, "Get to it then!" I did but first I played with those glorious globes. Squeezed, kneaded, stroked, even slapped gently. She liked that. Turned her head just a little, "Yes, do that. It's, oh fuck yes, It's nice." I slapped a little harder but I'm not into that sort of thing. Don't like inflicting hurt, pain so now kissed and licked the redness caused by my slaps.

"Mmm, nice." She turned her head again, "Thank you," she said softly with a strange look. Something clicked inside, don't know what. Smiled back softly as well, wow. Returned to the task in hand. Gently now stroked her cheeks, one hand on each, and parted the valley between with thumbs. She eased her bottom back, enjoying the feeling I suppose.

Time now. Bent head and licked. Enjoy this (why I don't know but I do). Back and forth along the sensual valley between the cheeks of her bottom. She shuddered (orgasm?) and sighed. Focused there now. Round and round then prod gently with rolled tongue. Load moan and push back. Tip of my tongue enters, wow.

"Oh fuck yes. Yes I want that. Don't cum. Please don't cum there. Haven't done that. Please!" Well, it hadn't happened to me for a long time. First girlfriend swallowed, mainly because she liked being eaten and said I had to! None of the others did.

"Fuck yes." I was rock hard now. Terrific tension. Didn't realize at the time how strange this all was. Still!!

Nothing before even approached this feeling, why?

She was moaning now, thrashing about, head down, thrusting back at me. Our timing was fantastic. Shudder after shudder rocked her body. .Moaning turned into a keening wail. Bugger, I thought, hope the neighbors are out.

Then quiet.

She knelt up level and said, "Oh fuck, fuck. That's so bloody exciting." Then a big smile. I was dumbstruck, and knackered.

"'God!" Knelt up and made to kiss me. Bollocks, she deserved a kiss and there's a first time for everything. Held her close and kissed her spunky lips, wasn't bad. Suddenly thought, this was our first 'real' kiss, not intensely passionate like earlier. Softer, passionate yes, but gentle. Her tongue pushed past my lips and met mine, exchanging spunk I suppose. I didn't mind, just enjoyed the feel of her skin next to mine, her nipples, still hard, pressing into my chest.

She pulled away and I looked at her. She looked a bit bedraggled, I suppose I did as well. Sweat (sorry, she glowed, I was covered in sweat) and now the smell of rutting filled the room. When you look back at it, sex is pretty unappetizing isn't it. Lucky it doesn't seem like that at the time!

She was beautiful! Beautiful and sensuous. Sexy. Her eyes didn't seem to want to let go of me and they, sort of, captured me. Then, "Bugger, I need to clean up," she laughed, "you do to."

I laughed back, "I don't know, you look gorgeous."

With a tinkling laugh she kissed me, "Flatterer! You're only after one thing." I raised my eyebrows and gave her a lop-sided grin. She laughed even more. "Come on. Is your shower big enough for two?"

"Only if we stand close together," I answered with a smile.

"Oh yes, we'll do that!" God, she wasn't finished yet. Mind you, I wasn't either. Hadn't felt like this for a very long time indeed. Those eyes!

Off to the bathroom. I followed her; watched her arse sway. She was tall, 5'9" in bare feet. Suited me, I like tall women. Her hips, wow, her hips! Would she? Deep breath.

Climbed in the tiny shower and squeezed close, heaven. Somehow we managed to wash ourselves in less than an hour! She couldn't fail to notice as we dried each other, she playfully stroked.

"Mmm, nice," she said then fixed me with her eyes. "Have you done it?"

"It?"

"Earlier, you know, my, hell I shouldn't be embarrassed. Oh sod it, you licked my arse. Have you done it there? Fucked a woman in the arse?"

"Not one whose name I didn't know," I said with a smile. She didn't swallow the bait.

"Don't avoid the question!" she said with a sexy glance, "have you or haven't you?"

No point in lying is there, "No," then hopefully, "always wanted to though!" I added with a big smile. The held her and kissed her, running my hand across that glorious arse.

She pulled away, "Never done it either. Does it hurt?"

I laughed out loud and she pouted, wow. "I've never been fucked in the arse either so I don't know!" She laughed.

"I should hope not," then seriously, "I want to. I've seen it. Have you?"

Time to 'fess up'. "Yes, I have. I've got a few DVD's. Where did you see it?"

"Same."

"Oh," I laughed, "you've got DVD's as well?"

"No silly," laughing, "no. My, ! Oh it doesn't matter. It looks easy?" she was apprehensive. Well, I suppose it would be. I wasn't apprehensive, just bloody excited! I knew, however, it wasn't that easy.

I took her in my arms, god she was lovely, and kissed her. Her skin was soft against mine and the wonderful contours of her body seemed to fit so well. "I don't think it's that easy unless you're experienced, and prepared." I had a sudden thought. Incongruous! Discussing anal sex with this woman I'd only met an hour and a half ago. But she was bloody gorgeous and her arse, well.

Her eyes met mine. "I see. I think I understand. OK, out you go!" Raised eyebrows, "I need to get ready don't I?"

I laughed, "It won't do That any good!"

"No, suppose not. All right, keep it warm for me," then she added throatily.

On the bed I had time to take stock - why bother! Was this real? I pinched myself a couple of times just to make sure. No, it wasn't a wet dream. Never, never had anything like this happened to me. Here I was, almost 40, divorced, probably carrying a pound or two too much weight, laying on my bed awaiting the arrival of a gorgeous woman who was insisting that I fuck her arse!

Don't get me wrong. I'm not that bad. Still fairly fit, a 6' 2" frame carries my weight pretty well and I'm not that bad looking, apart from the broken nose reset wrongly when I was a kid. Girlfriends used to say it gave me the look of a 'hard man'. Not that I am, don't much like violence. Only use it as a last resort.

Who the hell was she? All sorts of weird ideas crossed my mind. Was I in some fantasy? You know, she was a witch, vampire, or something. Didn't matter really, I was hooked now. Nothing on earth would have got me to leave my flat then. Although she was very, very, sexy, sexual, I suppose, she didn't seem very experienced, worldly. Fuck, she was lovely.

I was getting tense now, not sexually tense, my cock had retreated by now, just nervous. Time to think I suppose. Hell, she might get pregnant! No, women nowadays only get pregnant when they want to, don't they? Perhaps she wanted to. Needed a man, you know. Stupid, if it was that she wasn't about to swallow your spunk was she? Or let you fuck her up the arse. With that thought she came back in the bedroom.

Fucking hell she was lovely! Fixed hair and use some makeup. She must have nipped out and got her bag. Not much but, experienced sexually or not, she certainly knew how to use makeup to good effect.

"God you're beautiful!"

"Thank you kind sir," she said with a smile then twirled. "Nice?"

Too much! I had to hold her. Crossed and wrapped her in my arms. "Very nice indeed," I whispered in her ear. Running my hands over her body I gloried in the softness of her skin, the eroticism of her curves. Stood back a bit and ran my hands down the side of her body, following the marvelous curve of her waist and hips. Her eyes, hooded, seem to burn into my body and light fires deep inside. We stood for a moment just looking at each other. God she was beautiful!

As I held her head firmly her eyes looked up into mine. They seemed on fire. I felt as if I could go on forever. Two cums had made me much less liable to go of 'halfcocked'.

The animal in me was close just then. Looking down I could see her red face, saliva dribbling from her mouth. She looked so, oh I don't know the word, so absolutely given to pleasure that. Then back, gasping for air.

"Oh fucking hell," she said breathlessly. "Is that good?"

I lifted her up, "Yes, bloody good!" I said with a smile.

"Oh, must have that," she said playfully and dragging me to the bed. We fell about kissing, stroking and laughing. I ended up on my back and she ended up on top, sitting on me and rubbing her on my chest. She was bloody hot! Slid down my body. I could feel her heat as she bent and kissed me. I guessed what she wanted.

"Go on," I said with a smile.

A sexy smile, "Can I?"

"For as long as I can manage," I pulled her mouth to mine, "but remember!"

"Mmm, I know," and she lifted slightly, obviously feeling intense pleasure. I've not known that many women but all of them have enjoyed this very much. She was no exception. After a while she leant forward and covered my mouth with hers, tongue pushing inside. Now she was moving back and forth, I suppose, because, with another long sigh, finally whispering, "Oh fucking hell, that was good." I just smiled.

"What now?" she said making to get off.

"No, stay," I said with a smile, "just turn round." She looked puzzled then realized what I meant.

"Why?"

"So I can see that delightful arse of yours." I could see her mind working. She can't have been very experienced because she didn't seem to see what would happen.

"All right," and she turned. God that was good! I think she enjoyed the different feeling this way. Leaning forward and exposing her arsehole. I don't think she did this on purpose but hell was it sexy! What a sight! I've said she wasn't small. Her hips were broad and her arse wasn't small but very, very shapely. Full, round, firm cheeks that were now parted to show the valley between.

Time to begin! Reaching forward, I squeezed her cheeks, kneaded and stroked. They felt wonderful. She enjoyed it as well. Turn her head and smiling, "Oh good, good. That is nice. Harder!" It wasn't long before another shower of female juice flooded my cock and balls, brought on I suspect by my finger stroking her tight little anus. Now she was still. A little tense and I began to explore her arsehole.

Look, I said I'd never had anal sex before and that's true. I had played about a bit there because my ex enjoyed having her arsehole teased. Now I just stroked my finger, wet with saliva of course, back and forth across that tiny star. She leant forward and relaxed. It was difficult to concentrate with my cock still buried in her pussy. It seemed alive, I suppose she must have been excited all the time.

More saliva and she was nice and wet now. Time to probe! I circled her anus a few times the pushed gently at the muscle. "Time to open up," I said with a smile as she looked back in surprise.

"I haven't done this before you know!"

"I know, we'll take it slow. If you say I'll stop. OK?"

"Mmm, go on then," and she relaxed. Her ring opened and pushed back slowly. My middle finger slid in to the first joint. "Oh, that feels, strange." My ex always enjoyed this, no further but she would cum just with my finger in her arse. Bet she took him there! Forget your bloody ex idiot!

"OK?" I asked and started to finger fuck her arsehole. No deeper, just a gentle movement.

"Mmm, nice. I like that. Oh yes, yes."

No taste? What had she done. Oh well, no problem.

She'd looked back when I took my finger out, watched me suck the two fingers, so she knew what was coming. "OK?"

"Mmm, try. Oh god this is so bloody exciting!" I'd go along with that! So two fingers. She opened this time and the tips slipped inside. "Oh god, bloody hell." This as she moved back slightly, accepting the fingers to the first joint. "Oh my god. Oh!"

She crawled up level.

"That was bloody good you know. You're very good!"

Thankful for a moment's relief I smiled, "You're not so bad yourself!" That brought a sexy smile and a kiss.

She smiled back, "I think I do. Your fingers felt good in there but," she seemed apprehensive, "remember I've never, you know." I really don't know whether she did this on purpose but her words just had the effect of exciting me even more.

Pretty soon she was slippery. Leaning forward, laying my cock along that delicious valley, I whispered, "Ready?"

"Oh yes I'm bloody ready. Do it. I want it. Please!" This was almost too much! Didn't need to hold it, I was as hard as an iron bar.

She screamed again, what I don't know. I wasn't really in any state to hear. I think she made to pull away. This must have given her time to adjust to the feeling.

She screamed as well, what I don't know, but it was pretty loud! I'd lost all sense of being just then. I didn't want to stop this. I wanted to go on forever. I held her tightly to me. What a feeling!

I let go of her finally and she fell forward on the bed. Now I came 'back'. Christ! Had I hurt her. She looked spent lying there face down on the bed. Bloody gorgeous mind you. I lay beside her.

"I'm sorry," I said softly, "I got carried away."

She turned her head and smiled, "Mmm, so did I."

"Did I hurt you?" I was intensely worried just at that moment. I don't think I'd ever got so carried away. I hadn't spared a thought for her. I felt selfish and a bit disgusted with myself.

"A bit, ," I made to interrupt,", at first but then, Mmm, it was good.” She laughed.

"God it was bloody marvelous," I said. "I don't think I've ever felt like that before."

"Mmm, it was good though wasn't it. I think we ought to do it again don't you?" Again. Well I wanted to but she'd have to wait a while.

I laughed, "Oh yes, we should do that again but, ," I looked down.

"Oh dear, have to wait a while then," and she bent down. Where it had been didn't seem to worry her. God she was bloody gorgeous but I had to stop her. You blokes will know how sensitive your cock becomes in situations like this, well I hope you do!

"You'll have to stop love," I said, still didn't know her name. She took pity on me and let go. We lay together. What would happen now, I thought. Will she go. Well, just ask. Talk.

"Will you go home?"

Now she looked apprehensive, frightened almost. "Can I stay," she asked eagerly then added a sexy smile, almost as an afterthought, "we've got lots to try!"

Deep breath, "Hell, of course you can stay. Stay for as long as you like!" She did!

She stayed for the whole weekend. She seemed insatiable. We watched movies together then did them. Things I'd never imagined doing with a woman. If the girl wanted to, and in the same position. You name it, in every way I'd ever imagined and then some. Everything that you could imagine. It was as if she was trying to expand her experience, for what reason I didn't know.

And the strangest thing. She didn't tell me her name nor ask me mine! We lived on what I had in the flat, tins, frozen stuff. She wasn't a bad cook, when she took the time that is. Most of the time she was trying to get me to screw her in one way or another. I lost count. Hers, well god knows. By the time we went to bed on Sunday night I was knackered. She was different as well, sad, melancholy. Kissed me a lot, stroked, petted. Didn't realize the significance until the next day.

The alarm woke me. Work called. How the fuck I was going to manage I didn't know. I felt like a hollow shell and my cock and balls actually hurt! She'd drained me dry. I heard the paper come through the door so struggled out of bed, picked it up, and into the kitchen. She was still asleep, at least I thought she was.

I Sleepily put on some coffee, stuck some bread in the toaster, very stale bread, then sat at the table and glanced at the paper. Shit! It was her. Her picture staring out at me. Not a very good one but her nonetheless. Caught the headline, "Wife of financier sought after murder".

Very deep breath, deep! I read quickly. Seems her husband had been found on the kitchen floor with a filleting knife sticking out of his chest. Just one stab wound. Trousers half undone. I sat back to think. Strange, I wasn't worried. Too late anyway. It didn't seem like her. Mind you, the papers never get it right; do they?

"You know then!" I turned to see her standing in the doorway. She was looking at the paper.

"Is it true?" Again, the answer didn't bother me. I stood and faced her.

"Yes." Sad. "I killed him. Oh, I am so sorry."

"You must have had a reason?"

"Oh no, I'm not really sorry about that. Well of course I am." she added sadly, "I meant that I'm sorry for using you."

"Using me?"

She reached up and stroked my cheek. She was so sad, defeated. "After," she nodded at the paper, "I just sat. I was stunned. Then I realized I would go to prison. Prison for a long time. Oh dear, I am so sorry." I still didn't understand. "I went out to find a man. A nice, kind man, who would make love to me. I found you!"

I swallowed. "I wanted to take some memories into prison with me. Good memories." She smiled, "Very good memories, and you gave them to me but it wasn't fair. I should have told you."

Do you know, I didn't care. I reached out and held her. "It's all right," I whispered, "it was great, wonderful. I've never experienced anything like it."

"Good," she said softly, "Now. I'd better go. They will be searching for me." I didn't want that. Just then I didn't know why but I wanted to protect her, cosset her, and shield her from harm. If she killed him she must have had a reason, that was good enough for me.

"No," she said pulling away, "I must go. It's not fair."

"Look, just sit and have a coffee. I'll pop out and get some food and things and we can talk. Another couple of hours won't matter. Please!" What was going on here, inside me?

She reluctantly agreed and sat whilst I poured a coffee. I left her sitting at the kitchen table. I should have known really. She wasn't there when I got back. I sat, read and re-read the article in the paper. I wanted her, wanted her badly, and not just for the sex. There had been more, I was sure. Hadn't there?

Fool, I thought, bloody fool. You're on the rebound. Down, sad, lonely. You're just some guy she chanced upon. Could've been anyone. Don't kid yourself. Just a chance meeting?

To be continued, in part 2, By Vitorio for Literotica

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I’m tired of people dismissing the depth and beauty of works because they don’t understand the cultural and historical context and are unwilling to delve deeper. I’ve heard the vocal confusion and dismissal of the short film Bao and the complaints that the Mahjong scene in Crazy Rich Asians was too long and too difficult to understand for people who’ve never played Mahjong. But I won’t let this mentality negatively frame the reception of Your Name Engraved Herein. I’ve read too many interpretations of the movie that will influence how many people will watch it and hinder appreciation for it and I cannot sit idly by. So here’s why I appreciated and loved Your Name Engraved Herein and think that what other people interpreted as shortcomings are actually in fact strengths.

In 2019, Taiwan approved same-sex marriage, marking a step of progress in Asia. Reviews of the film Your Name Engraved Herein view that this forward direction should be celebrated more throughout the film, believing that the heavy mood and painful scenes of bigotry hindered the potential of the film. Many have thought that the toxic values of the past dominated the film’s atmosphere, casting a somber mood and making it difficult to stomach. But I think these elements were essential in reminding us that not everyone had the opportunity to love openly and celebrate, and although Taiwan has made progress, what about those that grew up under a time where such rights were denied?

I think the film is an intimate and beautiful homage to the people who lived through such a difficult time and had to fight for such rights--the director’s own experiences, the reference to activist Chi Chia-wei. Despite the tough topics and the painful bullying that we see, I think the film ends with beautiful light and hope.

Spoilers ahead

Where critically acclaimed and famous Taiwanese films like Us and Them and You Are the Apple of My Eye use flashbacks to create an air of nostalgia and to remind us that maybe all we have to share is our past, untouchable memories, Your Name Engraved Herein uses flashbacks and time leaps to instead paint a more hopeful future. Their first love was an epic story. It’s painful realizing that they never got the same privilege as so many of us to have a happy family or spend life together, growing old. But where the protagonists in Us and Them and You Are the Apple of My Eye only have the past, our Jia-Han and Birdy have the future for the taking. Jia-Han’s younger self once held reservation and denial but he has instead transformed into one willing to accept his love and act on it, searching for Birdy despite the years. Despite the time and distance, they still share the same lively and youthful banter. While one may interpret the ending scene of what could’ve been and what they were cheated of, I like to think of it as a reunion instead. They are finally able to return to maybe the most tumultuous but also happiest time of their life. Now, with the recent change in Taiwan, they finally have a chance to make more memories together.

I loved the framing of the story and think it demanded audience engagement. The movie opens with Jia-Han meeting Birdy. We then see that Jia-Han is reminiscing about his story with Birdy to the priest from Montreal that works at the Catholic all-boy’s boarding school. Immediately, Jia-Han’s and Birdy’s connection is apparent. They have furtive glances, genuine concern, and intimate moments. Birdy at first seems free-spirited, without fear of the opinions of others and authority. He’s vocal, righteous, and a bit rebellious. Jia-Han, in contrast, is more timid, constantly aware of the opinions of others and the rules. While he knows what is wrong and feels bad about it, he often follows or acts as a complacent party. But as Birdy and Jia-Han witness the detaining of activist Chi Chia-wei, we see that Birdy is more introspective and serious, unable to turn a blind-eye of the issues still prevalent despite the recent end of martial law in Taiwan. And Jia-Han, in the presence of Birdy, is more carefree and happy. It’s as if they have switched and turned off their outside persona. Birdy’s impulsivity gives Jia-Han joy and only Jia-Han’s presence can qualm Birdy’s inner thoughts and worries. We get to see how these characters deeply value each other. As the evening sets and the world around falls to slumber, it feels as if they are the only ones in the world and we, as viewers, are fully immersed in their story. The cinematography is halting as we see them zoom around in the city alone, untouched and in their own worlds.

Jia-Han feels as if the world revolved only around them. So when Ban-Ban walks into the picture, I was awed by Jia-Han’s portrayal of jealousy and felt his pain because he was unable to walk by the side of Birdy in the way that he wanted to. The actor’s body language sells a stellar performance, but it is the dialogue and outburst at the father who is attempting to tend to Jia-Han’s wounds that show Jia-Han’s raw and powerful emotions. Whether or not it was intentional by the director, I think at this moment we question the timeline and framing of the story. What events led up to this moment with Jia-Han’s major head wound? When the priest says “If he doesn’t love you, don’t force him to” and “care doesn’t necessarily mean love,” I was stunned by this exchange, thinking that it was quite evident that Birdy and Jia-Han had love for each other. But then it made me ponder if this narrative told only from Jia-Han’s point of view was a deliberate choice made for us to question perspective and reality, how our vision becomes tainted when our feelings are involved. The powerful performance and film raised such immediate questions, causing wonder as we viewed the film in real time instead of afterwards, which made for a delightful and thought-provoking experience.

In a truly climatic point, we finally see how all of the events led to the current moment. We see how Jia-Han gets a head injury and how the priest becomes his confidant. This pivotal mark not only has an approximately two hour momentum, but it is also powerfully performed by our two leads who at this point are passionate, protective, and broken-hearted. We witness a full range of love. Initially, at the beginning, we saw subtle and restrained affection, fleeting touches, and silent companionship. But as the story progresses, we see that these feelings can no longer be bottled. There are moments of visible and passionate concern and instinctual attempts at protection. This development shows the complexity, beauty, and pain of love. It is truly a breath-taking thing to see come alive on screen. While Jia-Han at this point becomes ready to vocalize and admit his feelings, Birdy is unable to and their lives diverge.

A time leap gives us privy to Jia-Han’s closure. After he visits the resting grounds of the priest from his high-school days, he is able to offer his support to who is hinted to be the priest’s lover, reassuring that he was a good man, that the love was true, and that he will go to heaven. The reveal that the priest is gay encourages viewers to rewatch the dialogue with this new information to help drive our new interpretations.

Already, I have re-watched this tear-jerking film a number of times. The steady pacing makes each scene seem essential despite the long 1 hour and 54 minute run time. Yet it passes quickly and we are left yearning for more. Aesthetically pleasing, the beautiful shots underscored by the accompanying, swelling music provide stunning visuals. As the camera focuses on the two leads, their outbursts don’t appear as overly done or too dramatic. Rather, the performances feel heart-breakingly real. In part, I think this is built on the focus on the details. The camera seems to linger a little longer on the faces of the actors, making us fully digest what they are conveying to us. This attention to detail highlights everything spoken and unspoken.

I highly recommend this film. It reminds us that not everyone is fortunate and we all still have room for progress. But simultaneously it is tender and heart-warming, moving and touching, poignant and thoughtful. The powerful dynamic between the leads, the artistic filming, and the strong performance elevate this film to a truly inspiring, epic love story. Everything about it feels deliberate, personal and handcrafted gift for us to truly treasure. So I will cherish it and share it and I hope you do too.

#Jia-Han #birdy #your name engraved herein

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andromedasstarship · 3 years

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in the stars - chapter 1

photo credit: @ssahotchnerr

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader

warnings - canon-typical criminal minds violence, show rating 16+ for reference. depictions of violence, stalking, murder, angst, age gap couple, drinking, brief mention of drugs.

summary - You finally meet the BAU, little progress is made in terms of the case.

a/n - early update yay! i take a lot of liberties with movies that reader has starred in, pls dont take irl movie release dates into consideration here lol. more notes at the end

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masterlist // read it on ao3 here

prologue // next chapter

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Chapter 1

Flights to California always took an extra toll on the team. Reid had explained it once, in a too long ramble, how the wind worked against the plane lengthening the flight at least an hour longer than the trip back home.

Hotch was finding it difficult to focus on the files in front of him. The first photo he opened was of victim #3, with her eyes closed and face turned to the side, even Hotch could’ve been fooled that it was you lying there dead. While the rest of the team was mulling over the facts of the case, he was debating whether or not to tell the team about your history. The Unit Chief in him knew this was important information that had the potential to hinder the case; his relationship to you was too personal and his withholding of information could even turn him into a suspect. If the roles had been reversed with another member of the team, he’d have concerns over their ability to even be on the case. For now, Hotch forced himself to tune into the conversation the rest of the team was having; promising himself he’d figure out what to do later.

“Garcia, what do we know about L/N,” Emily asked, turning ever so slightly towards the screen Garcia had just popped up on.

“I’m glad you asked my dear Emily. Y/N L/N is totally Hollywood’s It Girl right now, it’s rumored you can’t even get a meeting with her without forking over at least twenty big ones. She’s never had a bad role in her career. Personally, my favorite movie she starred in was Mamma Mia, but like I said never a bad role,” Garcia paused for a moment, the sound of her typing filling the silence, “is it inappropriate for me to ask one of you to get her signature for-”

“Garcia,” Rossi interjected, “anything else we need to know about her right now?”

“Sorry sir, I promise to be on my best professional behavior. But come on, remember when she swept the Oscars three years-”

Hotch felt himself detach from the conversation yet again, staring out the window as memories of the two of you flooded his brain.

Three Years Ago

The team had just finished a grueling case in Georgia. It was long, taking nearly two weeks to catch the unsub, in which he had managed to murder three additional couples right under their noses. Inclement weather forced them to stay another night until the storm passed, leaving them all stranded by the airport. In a turnaround way, being stuck gave them the rare opportunity to relax and bond as a team. Rather than all disappear to their own rooms for the night, they all packed into one small hotel room. Boxes of Chinese takeout were littered around the room, along with various bottles of alcohol. The Oscars were on that night and Hotch knew you’d be on the screen at some point, not wanting to miss it he proposed watching it to the team and they all happily agreed. While it was difficult with their schedules to be avid movie goers, they all were relatively familiar with the contenders for big awards such as Best Picture and Best Actor.

You were nominated for two separate awards that night, along with starring in a film nominated for Best Picture. It had been a monumental year for you, with three separate feature films hitting theaters and all becoming major successes both financially and socially. You had spent so much time jet setting for press conferences and movie tours that you rivaled Aaron in terms of suitcase living.

“Everyone shut up! They’re about to do Best Supporting Actress, oh I just know it’s going to be Y/N. Emily agree with me! We saw her in Little Women together, I cried. Oh don’t give me that look Emily, you cried too and you know it!” Penelope said enthusiastically, waving her chopsticks around. It was rare that Garcia ever came with on a case, but the location had been in a remote part of the state and they wanted to avoid being unable to reach her and her technical wizardry; a fact she was particularly grateful for, had this watch party been happening without her, she would’ve been so jealous.

To anyone else, the grin on Hotch’s face would have been easily equated to the bickering going on between his friends and the effects of the few drinks he had thrown back. It was all for you though, he had caught glimpses of you on screen throughout the night and had snuck more than one glance at his phone to see the pictures of your outfit you’d sent him yourself. When the presenters walked on stage, Hotch sat up a bit straighter, his body naturally inching closer to the edge of his seat. The screen set up so the faces of all nominees and their reactions could be seen, Hotch’s eyes glued to the box you were in.

“And the winner of Best Supporting Actress goes to…,” the first presenter started, slowly opening the envelope they held, “Y/N L/N!” The crowd roared and the camera focused in on you sitting stunned in your seat, surrounded by coworkers and friends. The team was cheering too, the liquor in their system loosening everyone up. Hotch clapping uncharacteristically loud and long even went unnoticed by the others.

“I was right, I knew it!! I should start betting on this, you know what I bet I could hack into the system-” Garcia’s voice barely even registered in Hotch’s brain as he watched you. With one hand clasped over your mouth and the other holding your dress you made your way up the stairs and to the center of the stage.

“Wow,” you started, eyes wide as you stared down at the award in your hands, slowly you looked back up into the crowd and continued, “I really mean it when I say I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t even prepare a speech, I’m so sorry,” you paused again, the biggest smile plastered on your face as you quickly wiped a few tears threatening to fall, “thank you all so much, for supporting me and letting me do what I love. Thank you to my fellow coworkers who pushed me in this project and thank you so much to the fans who give me the strength to do this every day. Thank you! Thank you so much!” You ended, making your way back towards your seat. Hotch grinned as you flashed a wide smile to the camera following you, throwing a flirty winky that he knew was just for him.

The rest of the night went by in a blur. When you won again for Best Actress, you were barely able to contain yourself on stage, tears flowing freely down your face as you gave your thanks. The joy you felt in that moment was unlike anything you’d ever experienced in your life. At just 24, you had become the first person ever to win both awards in the same night. Hotch had actually jumped out of his seat at your second win, a motion that confused the rest of the team, but the liquor in everyone’s system forced them to ignore it; more glad than anything to see Hotch loosening up for once.

After the team finally retreated into their own rooms for the night, Hotch wasted no time in texting you, asking if you were free to talk on the phone. His excitement palpable when not even a minute later your contact came up on the screen.

“Aaron,” your excited voice came through the phone, just being able to hear you eased tension he wasn’t even aware he had been carrying, “can you believe it!”

“Congratulations, Miss Double Oscar winner.” Even after a year of being together, his voice made you giddy. “Where are you?” He asked, unable to ignore the pounding sound of music and people in the background.

“After party, top secret location Mr. Agent. I’m in the bathroom! Am I allowed to tell you I definitely see some residue of a line on the counter,” your voice was slurred and rushed, the energy of the moment combined with the liquor in your system causing your mouth to move faster than your brain, “probably not, ignore that. Where are you?”

Aaron relayed various info about closing the case and what the team had gotten up to that night. When you began telling him about your night, he couldn’t help but feel insecure. Where he told you about $8 takeout meals and rural Georgia, you were talking about some of the biggest names in Hollywood and the luxury treatment you’d been subject to all night. He forced himself to focus on your voice anyway; not wanting to take this time ‘with’ you for granted. The two of you could’ve talked for hours, had it not been for Hotch pushing you to go enjoy the celebrations.

“I’m so proud of you angel,” he said softly, voice swelling with adoration, “I’ll see you soon, I promise.”

“I love you Aaron.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

When he finally hung up, he leaned against the wall with a sigh, running his hands through his hair. Relationship wise, it had been a tough year for the two of you. With your schedule busier than you’d ever expected, it meant seeing each other in person was nearly impossible. In good conscience you refused to take him away from Jack on the rare weekends he had off. Instead you’d fly in whenever possible, the two of you spending low profile nights together in fancy hotels or his house if Jack was away with friends. It was excruciating maintaining a relationship like this, but something about the success of the night made the sacrifices feel worth it.

Present Day

“Look into her dating history, any exes that would want to hurt her?” JJ asked, her question pulling Hotch back into the present. Adjusting to the constant publicity you were subject to had been a learning curve for Hotch, the first time the tabloids ran a story of you photographed with some Hollywood Hunk his bad mood had the entire team walking on eggshells for a week.

“According to my search she hasn’t dated anyone in years, or at least not publicly. I have a theory she’s secretly dating Henry Ca-.” Hotch zoned back out before Garcia could finish, having no interest in hearing or seeing whoever the media was speculating to be involved with you this time. Willing the plane to land faster, he ignored the faint voice in the back of his head that was telling him you were free to be with whoever you wanted.

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“If you’d follow me Miss L/N, the BAU has set up in the back conference room, they’ve been waiting for you.” Officer Reynolds said, her back to you as you followed her down the hallway. It was nearly 9am and you had spent the better half of the morning hyping yourself up to see Aaron for the first time in nearly two years. You made last second adjustments to your outfit; an outfit you definitely hadn’t spent all of last night picking out because you definitely did not want to look good for Aaron Hotchner. As Officer Reynolds moved to open the door you held your breath, thanking the years of experience in manipulating your outward expressions. When four heads turned in unison to look at you, you let out a sigh of relief. Aaron wasn’t in the room.

“This is Y/N L/N. Miss L/N, meet the BAU,” Officer Reynolds said, extending her arm outwards towards the rest of the room, “I’ll leave you guys to do introductions, if you need anything, find me,” and with that she exited the room. A blonde woman stepped forward first, extending her hand out to you. You knew who she was before she even said her name.

“My name is Jennifer Jareau, I’m the media liaison with the BAU.” She said, she gave you the same smile all the other officers had been giving you, but unlike theirs that reeked of pity, something in Jennifer’s felt authentic to you. After shaking hands with her, the rest of the room took a moment to introduce themselves. You never thought you’d meet Aaron’s team like this. Over the years, he had shown you countless photos of the team, along with hundreds of stories and tidbits concerning their lives. Even though you knew they had probably spent the entire flight to LA looking at your life, it still felt as if you had some creepy advantage over the situation.

“The rest of our team, Agents Hotchner and Morgan, are currently doing some research in the field, but until they return we’d love to brief you and ask you a few questions, is that alright?” JJ asked, stepping backwards and motioning for you to take a seat at the round table.

“Of course,” you quickly replied, moving to take a seat; internally you were laughing at the irony of her asking if it was alright, what would you do, say no? Looking up at the other three members still standing you motioned for them to sit as well, “I don’t know if you’re doing it on purpose, but I’d prefer if you all sat down too,” you paused, before adding, “kinda makes me feel like I’m back at school.” They seemed to smile at that, everyone else moving to find a seat at the table. Before the silence could turn uncomfortable, JJ spoke up again.

“Does anyone else in your life know about the murders?”

You shook your head no before replying, “my agent knows just in case I have to go underground and my security guard is aware, but besides them and the police, I haven’t told anyone.”

“Go underground?”

“Uh yea, a few years ago I had a stalker. I went ‘underground’ for about three months and the guy seemed to give up. The police have already cleared him, he hasn’t been to LA in over a year,” you explained.

“That’s good to know. We want to keep your involvement in the case completely out of the media. I can only imagine you want that too,” JJ started, angling her body towards you, “I know you’re probably more than well versed in dealing with the press, but if anyone comes up to you asking about the murders we want you to completely disengage. And of course, don’t tell anyone else about what’s going on.”

“Alright, now that that’s settled, we just have a couple questions for you,” Emily asked as she stood up, opening up a file from the table, “so what can you tell us about-”

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The dump site wasn’t showing any promise. Situated near a highway, the field was hidden from the road, yet still accessible by car. The constant stir caused by the speeding cars meant any leftover DNA or footprints were effectively blown away.

“Our guy’s gotta be fit. The drop into the field is just steep enough he would’ve had to carry the body at least fifty feet to get it here from the road. He could’ve rolled it, but the bodies were too pristine to have been dropped on the ground like that.” Derek said, looking over at Hotch. The two of them were standing at the edge of the road, looking down at the now empty field. “Not only that, but this is a nice spot. Normally places like this so close to a highway are filled with trash, do you think he might’ve cleaned up?”

Hotch was silent as he considered this, before slowly nodding, “it’d make sense if he did. Everything we have concerning his treatment to the victims post mortem has been nothing but affectionate.”

“Do you think there could be two unsubs?” Derek asked, when Hotch looked at him with mild confusion he continued, “All the victims were strangled to death, ME report assumes it was by hand. It takes a lot of strength and persistence to kill someone by hand like that, not only that but it’s intimate, he’s staring them in the face as he kills them. The level of care displayed here seems way more than just remorse.”

Hotch took another moment to consider Derek’s proposition before shaking his head, “we’ll keep it in mind, but it’s clear whatever connection he has to L/N is personal, at least to him. These women could be failing to replicate some part of her personality and in his rage he kills them. But when they’re silent and unmoving, their likeness to L/N lets him fall back into the fantasy, hence the care.”

“We should start heading back, Reid just texted me they’re almost done with the initial briefing with L/N, and we should meet her before she takes off for the day.” Derek said, putting his phone back in his pocket before turning on his heel to head back to the car. Hotch’s shoulders tensed at the idea of seeing you, looking back at the field once more. Giving the field one last look, he felt a shiver run up his spine at the idea of finding you in a field like this. Shaking the idea out of his, he turned to join Derek in the car.

Hotch took the driver's seat, glad to be able to use the road as a needed distraction from the impending face to face. The drive was only twenty minutes, but Hotch didn’t think any time would truly be long enough to prepare himself to see you again. He found himself wondering if anything would be different from the last time he saw you. Did you still smell the same? You had always been quite adamant about your preference for scented lotion, rather than perfumes. What if you completely changed your hair? Were you worrying about seeing him as much as he was?

“You think she’s gonna be easy to work with?” Derek asked, breaking Hotch out of his mental spiral.

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N, you know, “Hollywood’s It Girl”,” Derek explained, “if she’s as in demand as Garcia said she was-”

“While we work this case Morgan, I expect you to conduct yourself appropriately,” Hotch interjected, his voice tight, “we treat Y/N the way we would anyone else, do I make myself clear?” His eyes not leaving the road at all, knuckles tight around the steering wheel.

“Crystal,” Derek responded, raising his hands up in mock surrender.

As they turned into the parking lot, Hotch scanned the parking lot before finally noticing your car parked in the back of the lot. You used to always park as far as you could, constantly complaining about how people in parking lots stressed you out and you wanted to be able to drive in and out as easy as possible. The corners of his lips turned up, ever so slightly, thinking maybe nothing had really changed for you, at least in that regard.

“You go ahead, I’m just going to send a message to Jack real quick,” Hotch lied, pulling his phone from his pocket. Derek nodded and got out of the car, quickly entering the building. Hotch put his phone down in his lap and gripped the steering wheel once more. You were one of the few people to ever wind him up this way; it had been like that from the first day he met you, as if you managed to make him melt under your gaze. Five minutes, he would give himself five minutes to pull himself together before letting the Unit Chief in him take over.

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“I’m sorry, I just, can I take a break,” you asked, looking up at the agents who were still grilling you about facets of your life you never would’ve considered relevant, “I just need to get some air.” Without really waiting for permission, you were pushing back on your chair to stand up. Slinging on your thin jacket you exited the room, heading for the entrance of the building. The agents had been kind, but you were starting to feel a bit useless. Each time they had a new theory, you came up short in terms of material for them to actually use. They kept reassuring you that what you were able to come up with was helpful, but you weren't convinced.

You had been in and out of this office so many times, your body went into autopilot as you made your way to the entrance, not even pausing to look up as you started to push open the door. What you missed was the distinct outline of a body pulling the door open at the same time. The added force made you stumble, nearly crashing straight into the man on the other side. Brown eyes met yours and you both froze, uncertain of what to say before speaking at the same time.

“Y/N.”

“Agent.”

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sideblogformindtrash · 3 years

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SUMMER OF WHUMP - DAY 5 - BROKEN

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Star and Stunt, collab with @unicornscotty

CW: panthom pains; long-lastin injury; pet whump; extremely low self-esteem; comparing to other people; permanent injury; separation anxiety; dehumanization

It was still early in morning. He was on the floor of the shared bedroom, while Castor napped on the bed. There were two of them, but he knew better than to believe in that trick. He should be in a cage or on the floor, and brother in bed. It was the way things had always been, the way things would always be.

He couldn’t help but whimper a bit when he heard Caretaker knocking on the door. He wanted to stay sleeping for a little longer. He felt so tired… It didn’t matter. It never mattered what Mutt- No, no. That was not his name anymore. He was now called Pollux. He needed to remember that. Brother always had different names for his work, and had to learn to be called different things on film. Mutt had only ever been Mutt, but now he was Pollux, and he had to remember it.

“Boys… When you are ready, join me in the kitchen. We need to talk” Caretaker shouted from the other side of the door. M- Pollux breathed relieved as he walked away. He had been patient, but he wasn’t sure how he would react seeing Mutt-Pollux, Pollux, Pollux - was sleeping on the rug, and not on the floor. It was a risk, but it was so cold… He had decided to take it. He wasn’t stupid enough to fall for the bed, but maybe the rug wouldn’t be so bad of a trap.

“Come…” Castor said, standing up, and stretching. He walked to the closet, trading his sleeping clothes for the pretty day ones and waiting by the door. Pollux stared from the floor. His brother sighed, rolling his eyes “...You need help getting up?”

...Pollux quietly nodded, embarrassed for asking so much out of his brother. He was selfish. But he really, really couldn’t get up by himself anymore, and he didn’t want to bother Master with such a silly thing. He got brother’s hand, and as he was pulled up, his joints and bones cracked loudly. Brother always twisted his nose to this noise, bothered, but Pollux couldn’t avoid it.

He limped after his brother, as he darted into the kitchen, smiling at their owner and making a small reverence. Pollux dragged his feet, trying to keep up with brother. He didn’t want to seem like a lazy pet. Of course he was very useless, and brother was good, but… He wasn’t lazy! He always tried.

...Not that trying was enough. Brother had no trouble doing chores, helping Master, being cute and happy and useful. Mut- Pollux, Pollux could barely move, his left hand shook constantly, and didn’t close properly anymore, he couldn’t really use it, and he was always sick and causing medical dispenses to Master, always needed medicine and soothing teas to be able to eat and Master had been so, so kind to let him have it, but he kept being bad and selfish and needing more.

He sniffed. He wondered when that pain would stop.

He should have kneel on the floor, to greet the Master, but he couldn’t. It would hurt too much and he would need help getting up, and that could be worse. He hoped Master would forgive him.

But… Master didn’t seem to be in a forgiving mood today. Their usual smile was gone, they had a serious, dark expression. Were their eyes always this red? Had Master been… crying?

Mu- Pollux swallowed, trying not to get sick, as his anxiety spiraled out of control. Was this a punishment? Master said he needed to ‘talk’. They talked to Castor. Castor was smart and a star, and people wanted to know what he thought of things and his movies and his director and life…

“Alright, boys. I need both of you to sit for this”

And Castor pulled himself a chair. Pollux got prepared to fall on the floor, but Master was quick and held him by the good wrist. It would hurt so much if it was the other one! He struggled not to flinch, closing his eyes in anticipation for the blow.

“No. On the chair, you too, Pollux. I told you, we all sit on chairs, here. That’s okay”

“S-s-sorry…” He was stupid. So stupid he couldn’t even remember Master’s rules. But… he had never been allowed on chairs, except on films.

Master sat in front of them, tapping on a glass of water. He seemed lost in thought, trying to organize his words enough for the boys to understand. Castor would get it. He was smart, a star! He got to read a lot and make intelligent characters. But Mu- Pollux was dumb. He squinted, hoping that would help him listen better. Master was so soft spoken, and that was nice for his nerves, but sometimes it was hard to listen. Only one of his ears worked now.

“Alright, first thing. I want you two now that I love both of you dearly, and equally. This was not an easy decision for me to make. It hurted me, and it will hurt you now…” Master took a deep breath. Pollux dry swallowed, on the threat of hurt… “But I’m convinced it is what you two need right now”

Castor pulled his hands from the table, straightening his posture a bit. He offered a hand under the table, and M- Pollux took it. This way, brother wouldn’t be nervous. It helped him a little bit, too.

“...One of you will… Will go live with one of my friends. I’ve already talked to them. I promise, they are very, very nice. They’ll help you recover too, and do everything for you to be comfortable” Pollux felt his throat dry. Castor pressed the grip on his hand so much it hurted. All those years, and this was the only thing no one had ever done. They had never been separated “And, this, this isn’t permanent. You two will be able to visit each other, talk on the phone or maybe write letters if you want. It’s just so… you aren’t glued all the time. It’s the best, for now”

...A tear slipped through Pollux's face, and he slipped to the floor, aching joints meeting the kitchen tiles. He didn’t want to go. He couldn’t go. He couldn’t deal with learning more rules, more Master’s, more people seeing how worthless he was. He couldn’t do anything right, who would want him? The next Master would get sick of him soon and put him on the street, and no one would want a dumb dog like him!

“P-p-please d-d-don’t… P-p-please...I.. I’ll work harder! P-please! Please don’t send me away” He struggled to get his forehead on the floor, bones cracking, spine aching. He wondered if he looked as small as he felt “Please. P-p-please, I… I’...”

He dissolved into gross sobbing. He could barely keep his begging coherent these days. He shot a desperate glance for Castor. Maybe if he begged the Master to reconsider, it could work. After all, Castor was a good pet, he deserved nice things, Master would hear him if he begged!

...Castor just stared at him blankly.

“P-please” He whispered, more for brother than for Master. He curled up as he heard Master’s chair scraping the floor, and he saw the shoes stopping in front of him. Master crouched, to grab his hair and hit his head on the floor, no doubt!

“...Pollux. It’s okay. Calm down, please” And the hand reached his hair, petting it softly “...You’ll be staying with me. My friend will come by night to take Castor”

He snapped his head up. Castor… would be the one going?

...He only heard a small, shocked gasp from brother, mimicking his own.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump5 #Star and Stunt #film whumpees #collab with unicorn <3 #pet whump

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jjmaybud · 4 years

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sunrise | drew starkey

summary: you get a job writing for outer banks and get close to the cast, one more than the others.

pairing(s): drew starkey x fem!reader, fem!reader x platonic!outer banks cast, fem!reader x little!brother

word count: 3.36k

warning(s): fluff, swearing, alcohol use.

author’s note: I had the cutest idea when I was taking a power nap. this is my first time writing an imagine as well as my first time posting something like it on tumblr. I hope you like it. (Y/B/N=your brother’s name.)

It was your first day on the set of Outer Banks. You had already got through the hard part of working with the original writers on the script for the new season. You were quite young compared to the other writers, being in your early to mid-twenties, and the only woman. You were pretty stunned that you had gotten a call about their wanting your creative insights.

You had already met the cast and loved every single one of them. Since you were now a writer, you were present during their script reading and offered help when it was needed. Each member treated you with love and respect, and you loved that you were able to fit right in. Madison Bailey made sure to come up to congratulate you on landing the job because “we needed a female perspective too, fuck the patriarchy.” The both of you high fived because, hell yeah, girl power.

You intently watched as each actor read through their script. The chemistry between each of them was magical, and you couldn’t believe you were able to witness it first hand. As your eyes scanned the room, you’d make the occasional eye contact with Drew Starkey, the actor who played Rafe Cameron. A shared, polite smile came from the both of you each time you noticed your eyes locked.

Drew proved easily that he was nothing like his character, not that you thought he was, by coming up to you directly after the reading was over to introduce himself.

He held out his hand and stated his name. You took his hand in yours, giving him a firm handshake and noticing how warm his hand was without the sweat or claminess.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself in turn, even though he already knew who you were from the beginning of the meeting when they introduced you. “I’ve seen a few of your other works, too. I think you are a perfect cast for Rafe.”

A modest blush appeared on his cheeks as he grinned. The conversation went on a few more moments, but there were a couple other cast members who wanted to get a few words in with you.

Now, you were standing on set, watching Rudy and Madison shoot a particularly serious scene that you had a good hand in writing. Rudy’s character, JJ, was talking about the reality of being a Pogue. That you were born poor and eventually died poor. That the gold was his chance to not die living the same life he’s always had. The sun was setting, and it would add to the dramatic effect of his words cinematically. JJ’s monologue hit close to home, as it did when you wrote it, and you had to walk away to have a moment.

Drew’s scene had just wrapped, and he was done for the day. He found you walking past where the scene had taken place and watched you step up on a sandbank to get on higher ground, making sure you weren’t in anyone’s way. As the day’s final rays of sunshine slowly disappeared, he saw your left hand in the air to hold onto it for as long as you could before it was gone and it was left lighting up the rest of the sky in an orange hue. Your hand fell and both of them placed themselves on your jean cladded hip. He didn’t know how you were handling the heat in jeans even though they had large rips in the front. The peach colored tank top was the only thing that made sense. Your head fell back with your eyes closed, and he could hear the sigh from where he was standing.

It dawned on him that he was staring at you.

To make it less awkward, he made his way up the sandbank to stand next to you. He noticed the sweat and realized you actually weren’t handling the heat as well as he thought. When he noticed the tear in the corner of your eye, he looked out towards the horizon respectfully. He watched as boats were sailing back to shore from their day’s worth of fun in the ocean and as lights flickered on along the boardwalks.

You knew someone was standing beside you as you had your moment. Their arm brushed your elbow in the humid air when they first came up to you. You could smell their cologne and deduced that it was Drew. Somehow, from the first time you had met, you stored the way he smelt in the back of your mind. It was quiet as a small breeze picked up, blowing the hairs that had escaped from your ponytail and the sand stuck to your exposed legs. It did little to cool the two of you down.

You knew he was waiting for you to speak, not wanting to intrude on your moment of solitude.

“I grew up poor in a small, middle-class town in the middle of corn fields,” you began, not opening your eyes or lifting your head. You could feel Drew’s eyes on the side of your face as you confessed your change of mood. You were ecstatic to be where you were, working alongside great writers, directors, and actors, and had the same energy all throughout the day. No matter what was thrown at you—a scene didn’t work the way you thought, a scene needed to be added to smooth out some awkward cuts between other scenes, an actor needed help getting to the frame of mind the scene needed—you took it in strides and was up for the challenge. “Dreaming is the only way to get out of there. And I did. I dreamed of all the ways I could get out of that stupid town. Picked something I was good at. Stuck with it. Stayed angry until I made it. And today—”

You opened your eyes and turned to look into Drew’s. You managed to keep eye contact for a few moments before you got too shy and turned to look at the cast and crew milling about.

“Watching Rudy do his scene made me realize—”

“You made it,” Drew interrupted, making you turn back to him. Tears gathered in your eyes, and his facial expressions softened.

You nod, “And I don’t have to be angry anymore.”

You started to laugh and wiped the tears away as best as you could, but the gates had opened. Drew aw’d and pulled you into his chest while wrapping his arms around your shoulders despite the heat.

“Group hug?” You heard Rudy yell. The sound of his feet scraping against pavement before silence as he trudged up the sandbank and wrapped his arms around you and Drew. “Group hug, everybody!”

You turned your head in time to see Chase, Madelyn, Madison, and JD racing towards the three of you—the other cast members were either already in their trailers or gone for the day. You felt Rudy lay his head between the top of yours and Drew’s chest, humming in satisfaction. Madelyn beat the other three, and she found the perfect spot on your other side, laying her head on Drew’s arm and looking down at you with a smile. You smiled back at her but was blocked from seeing where everyone else had ended up.

After enough seconds passed where you were sweating worse than before, JD asked from behind you, “Why are we group hugging?”

“I have no idea. I saw Drew and Y/N start it,” Rudy answered.

You catch Madelyn wiggling her eyebrows causing you to laugh.

Drew cleared up the confusion and said, “She had the moment.”

A chorus of “ah’s” erupted through the group, and you sunk deeper into Drew’s chest. Heat swam from your neck up into your cheeks, and it wasn’t because of the weather.

“Don’t worry,” Chase said from somewhere behind Rudy. “We all had that moment at some point.”

A few more seconds passed of you being sandwiched between everyone’s sweaty bodies before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, alright. I can’t do it. I’m going to sweat my skin off if we keep touching each other,” you announced. Everyone was thankful for your outburst as they quickly pulled away and tried to air themselves out. Your hands went to your chest as you tried to wipe away the excess sweat build up. You saw Drew tugging his shirt open and close to air out his chest, and that’s when you noticed the cleavage shaped sweat spot on his shirt. “Oh, shit. You don’t have any more scenes today, do you?”

You started to quietly laugh as you grabbed his shirt to inspect the mark you made. Your eyes turned up to look him in the face and found a smile on his face as he looked down on you. You felt your cheeks heat up once again.

“Nope, you got lucky. You would’ve had to explain to wardrobe why I had to change my shirt.”

You tried to shove him away, but he only budged a little and that was just because of the unstable sand beneath the two of you.

∴∵∴∵∴∵∴

“Okay, what are the rules?” You asked your little brother as you prepared to host the cast at your apartment. It was one of the few weekends where the cast and the crew had a few days off to recuperate. Your teenage brother had been begging to come down to meet the cast and see how his favorite show was being made since he found out you would not only be writing for the new season but on set of filming.

“Don’t be weird, and don’t hit on the girls.”

“Good.” You grabbed an oven mitt and reached into the oven to pull out the pig-in-a-blanket you’d made for the get together. As you were doing this, there was a knock on the door. “Y/B/N, could you get that?”

You put the pan on the stove as your brother opened the door. You heard your friends before you saw them. Cheers erupted from them as they saw your brother and a mixture of handshaking and hugging went around as they shuffled in.

Drew was one of the first inside your apartment. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and jeans in the cool, air conditioned apartment complex. In his hand was a six pack of beer, and he looked around for the kitchen before laying his eyes on you. A smile broke out on both of your faces as your eyes met.

Over the month of shooting, the two of you had been getting closer. You had exchanged numbers with most of the cast, but he was the only one you had been texting every day. Most of it was what you considered harmless flirting as you sent cheesy pickup lines, memes, and song suggestions, but you didn’t really know where your relationship with him was heading. You wanted to keep it professional, but you couldn’t deny what your heart was telling you.

The both of you stepped towards each other.

“Hey, Y/N. Thought you said your little brother was coming to town?” Drew teased, pointing out the fact that your little brother was, in fact, closer to Drew’s size than your own.

You stood up straighter and stood on the tips of your toes as you flexed your exposed arms to seem bigger.

“What do you mean? Can’t you tell I’m bigger?” You kept this up until you were able to chest bump him. It hurt you more than it did him. The sound of your laughs rumbled through each other’s chest as you hugged. It didn’t slip your mind how much closer your lips were when you stood on your tiptoes.

The night went on, more drinks went around, games were played—including a game of monopoly split up so it was girls vs pogues vs kooks where they were trying to see who was actually better at handling money. The girls won. You sat near Drew, and there were enough “accidental” touches that your little brother, who was sitting diagonal from you by Deion and Madelyn, was picking up on the vibe that he had not been aware of beforehand.

It was going on four in the morning before you noticed that your little brother was slumped into the chair he was sitting on, his head bobbed with sleep. The group lost Deion, Austin, and Madison, but everyone else was still going pretty hard. Drew’s participation in the group’s discussion got quieter, but you could tell it was because his eyes were getting heavier as he sunk further into the couch. You finished the rest of your beer before standing up to convince your brother to move to your bedroom. It wouldn’t hurt for you to sleep on the couch or the floor.

When you came back, the energy of the group died down as they realized just how tired they were as well.

“Damn, four in the morning. You know how to throw a party, Y/L/N,” Chase said as he pulled Madelyn up off the floor. JD was at the door trying to pull on his shoes while standing up but kept losing his balance. Eventually, he just gave up. Rudy was passed out in between the couch and the coffee table with half of his body under the table. Drew’s eyes were closed, his hands clasped on his stomach, and his feet planted on the floor with Rudy’s legs under him.

“And we didn’t even have to leave the building,” you laughed. You hugged the three friends as they were the only ones prepared to leave—with the exception of JD who decided to just carry his shoes. Once they left your apartment, you stumbled in your slightly intoxicated state to the coffee table and picked up all the empty beer bottles. As quietly as you could, you dumped the trash in the garbage can before getting into the fridge to grab yourself another beer.

You walked over to the door leading to your balcony. The beer in your hand almost slipped out of your grip when you heard Drew’s voice from behind you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft but still too loud in the quiet room.

“I’m gonna drink one more out on the balcony. Wanna come?”

It took him a second, but he eventually nodded his head and prepared to lift himself without waking Rudy. When he was finally on his feet, he stumbled slightly making you laugh quietly. A tired smile played on his lips at the sound. You held the door open for him before sitting down on the bench pressed against the window on your small balcony. Drew sat down next to you and allowed you to rest your legs over his lap. His hands found your bare calves, and he rubbed his thumbs on the exposed skin. You opened your beer and sipped it as you stared out to the dark sky. It was a comfortable silence until Drew noticed the little chill tremors shooting through your body.

“Cold?” You nodded which prompted him to pull off his grey sweatshirt to give to you.

“You don’t—” Your words stop in your throat as he holds the sweatshirt out to you. You sit up and hand him your beer to hold as you pull the sweatshirt over your head. It was a great deal larger than you, and your hands swam in the sleeves, but you loved the way his cologne engulfed you.

After you were situated back with your drink, Drew said, “Your brother’s cool.”

You smiled, “Yeah?” He nodded. “I told him not to be weird. He’s a big fan of the show.”

Drew smiled a dopey smile and teased, “Turns out he ain’t the only one.” Your brows furrowed in confusion which only made him smile bigger. “You were quoting Outer Banks the entire night.”

Your eyes widened, “I didn’t!”

He laughed out loud and nodded his head, “You did. No one really noticed because we do it too sometimes.”

There’s a pause before you deadpan, “I must’ve been under duress.”

He threw his head back this time as he laughed and you giggled watching him. The banter went back and forth effortlessly as time went on, and Drew’s hand had made its way up to your knee. You noticed the sky was lighting up from the pitch black it had been.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen an actual sunrise,” you admitted, taking the last sip of your bottle and placed it on the ground.

“How is that?”

You shrugged, “I mean technically I’ve never seen it rise from the horizon. I always had too many trees in the way.”

It was quiet for a few minutes as you watched the sky become brighter and brighter. You really wouldn’t be able to see the sunrise from here either. Your apartment faced the wrong way.

“The beach is just down the street,” Drew pointed out. “We could get there before sunrise.”

“Really?” Drew nodded.

The next thing you knew, the two of you were racing down the street in order to beat the sun. The two of you giggling as you more so than Drew stumbled down the street. Laughs filled the air as you launched yourself over a bench to land on the sandy beach. The sky was much brighter, and there was only a few minutes left before the sun would be peeking over the Atlantic Ocean. The breeze was cooler in the morning, and you turned into Drew’s side to keep yourself warm, holding his arm close to your body.

The first rays of sun poked through and all thoughts of your warmth washed away from your mind. Stepping closer to the rolling waves, you raised your left hand to the sky. Similar to what you’d done the first day on set during sunset. Drew had asked you why you did it, and you told him it was because you wanted to be the last one to say goodbye before it came back tomorrow.

Unbeknownst to you, Drew held his hand up to the sky with you. He wanted to know why it was important to you. What went through you that made this simple gesture needed? The sun finally peaked up from behind the horizon. You looked up to see the sun caressing your hand as if to say good morning to you. Your eyes fell back to the sunrise as a smile spread across you lips.

You felt someone’s fingers intertwined with yours, and you turned to see Drew with his hand held up to hold yours. You glanced at your hands as the sun danced down your arms and enveloped his face in its rays. Your breath hitched in your throat as you brought your hands down next to you. The two of you turned your bodies so they were facing each other and watched the sun lighten up your features.

His blue eyes were soft in the sunlight, and his lips looked softer. His clear skin radiated as the sun flickered over it. The breeze blew his ungelled hair in slow tugs, and you couldn’t fight the feeling spreading through your chest as the sunrise warmed it.

“I think I like the sunrise on your face better,” you whispered.

The hand that wasn’t holding yours placed itself on the side of your neck. Drew’s eyes glanced at your lips before they closed and his lips were on yours instead. The kiss was slow and affectionate. The warmth of the sun couldn’t compare to the warmth that erupted from his touch. You wanted to bask in him for as long as you could and even then, you wanted to face the night with him.

After a long moment, you regrettably pulled away and met his forehead with yours. His eyes were still closed and a content smile replaced your lips. Your face mirrors his as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

There in the quiet, with the threat of a hangover in your future, you and Drew stood in the sunrise.

#drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #outer banks #obx #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron #outer banks fic #outer banks imagine #obx imagine #rafe cameron imagine #drew starkey fluff #outer banks fluff #obx fluff #rafe cameron fluff

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blacksunscorpio · 4 years

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What placement make on e likeable or seemingly unique?

Placements That Make One Generally “likable”

All placements can have their pro’s ;) However, off the top of my head, some of the particularly benefic placements to make one “likable” would be:

Benefic Jupiter Placements

Jupiter is a natural benefic. He is the Roman Counterpart of Zeus. Though the latter had his “dark side”, if you’ve ever watched the film “Hercules” from Disney think of him like that, Jovial. Funny. Always in a good mood [unless his kid gets stolen]. When one has wonderfully functioning Jupiter placements they are typically easy to get along with. Happy. Interested in others. They make friends easily. They forgive easily. They are often lucky which causes them to enjoy/see the “bright side” of life.

This includes:

Jupiter in the 1st

Jupiter in the 2nd

Jupiter in the 5th

Jupiter in the 10th

Jupiter in the 11th

Jupiter trining inner planets such as Sun, Venus, Moon,

Venus Trine/Conjunct/Sextile/Opposite Jupiter

Makes an individual agreeable and openly expressive/very expressive in regard to love or how they show appreciation towards others.

Leo Placements

This includes:

Sun in Leo

Moon in Leo

Venus in Leo

Leo Midheaven

Leo Rising

Why? because the Sun is a benefic and Leo’s have the monopoly on its energy.

Sun in the 1st House

Especially in harmonious aspect. These are the people who “light up the room” when they walk in. The Sun’s energy will shine on their face. Will typically have a jolly disposition.

Sun in the 10th House

The Sun in the house of Prestige, especially in harmonious aspect will make someone very popular.

Heavy 5th House/Solar Energy

This includes 5th house stelliums. 5th House is also ruled by the Sun/Leo and is the house of “playfulness” and leisure. People with an exaggeration of the 5th house’s energy [especially in harmonious aspect] will come off as “playful”, happy, childlike, etc. The perfect good-time-gal or good-time-guy. The one you want around to start a party.

Heavy Venusian Energy

Venus/like Libra loves all things agreeable. Loves the light-hearted. The type to be “in love with love”. As a result, most everything they do is drowned in it. When developed, the individual will project this energy outward as well as be steeped in it themselves. As a result, they will be easy to “like”.

This includes:

Taurus/Taurean stelliums [in harmonious aspect especially]

Venus in the 1st

Venus in the 7th

Venus in the 10th

Venus in the 5th

Venus in the 11th

Developed Gemini Placements

This includes:

Gemini Sun

Gemini Moon

Gemini Mercury

Gemini Venus

Gemini Jupiter

Why? Gemini’s are social by nature. Pixie-like. Mischievous but when developed they don’t act like assholes the way their underdeveloped counterparts do. They are the social butterflies. Because they have some of the highest forms of analytical intelligence, they are masters of wit. Incredibly funny. Their comebacks are legendary. Their popular culture references never miss a beat. They know everyone, and everyone knows them. Because they cannot sit still, they are the go-to folks in regard to finding the coolest place to hang out, etc.

Harmonious Saturnian Energy/Saturn Placements

Yes, I know you weren’t expecting to see this but when one has the Lord of Karma working in harmony within their chart, these people are often very kind. They’re practical without being authoritative. They are grounded without being boring. They know how to demonstrate healthy forms of affection without overkill.

This includes:

Saturn trine/sextile Ascendant

Saturn trine/sextile Moon

Saturn Trine/sextile Sun

Satun trine/sextile Venus

Developed Aquarian/Uranian Placements

Make one the type to look out and care about everyone. They want to make sure everyone is taken care of/looked after. They are generous to an almost crippling degree. They never question whether they should help someone, they just do. Humanitarianism isn’t a theory for these folks, it’s a way of life. These are also the people who come off as “unique” or unconventional to others

This includes

Sun in Aquarius

Moon in Aquarius

Venus in Aquarius

Aquarius 11th House

Heavy 7th House Placements

7th House placements make one very “other” oriented. As a result, they love to have relationships and often find themselves easily cultivating them [Platonic or romantic]. They are the ones who love to shower their friends/family with affection and attention.

This includes:

Sun in the 7th

Moon in the 7th

Venus in the 7th

Mars in the 7th

Jupiter in the 7th

Heavy Chiron/Chironic Energy

Chironic individuals want others to heal. They spend their lives trying to take care of others. As a result, developed people who do not like to take advantage of others’ kindness will reciprocate/find it easy to like these people. They appreciate the helping hand Chironinc individuals love to give. Strong Chironic individuals are the “HufflePuffs” of the Zodiac. They’ll always stay back to help fight for you. This includes: Chiron trine/conjunct/sextile Sun Chiron Trine/conjunct/sextile Moon Chiron Trine/conjunct/setile Venus Chiron Trine/conjunct/sextile Jupiter Chiron Trine/conjunct/sextile ascendant Chiron in Leo

Harmonious Libra Placements

Libra likes balance. Order. They seek to live life on good terms with everyone. They do not like conflict which, when it comes to being “liked” on a superficial level, can take them very far.

This includes

Sun in Libra

Moon in Libra

Mercury in Libra

Venus in Libra

Mars in Libra

Ascendant in Libra

7th house in Libra

10th House in Libra

4th House Dominants

Or 4th House stelliums love to “take care” of others but in a more nurturing way than Aqua placements. They are the “moms” of the zodiac [regardless of sex]. They are always there for people and love to make things comfortable for others.

#Astro asks #astrology tips #astrology placements that make one likable #4th house astrology #Libra #venus #Jupiter #gemini #10th house astrology #1st house astrology #good q #Sun #5th house astrology #7th house astrology #popularity in astrology #Taurus

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restingdomface · 4 years

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Lan Wangji makes extremely deadpan videos of his daily life with Wei Wuxian and their kids and nephews (and nieces if JC and JYL had more). This would include:

*shows a video of LWJ staring out the window for a solid thirty seconds, face entirely unchanged and somewhat disappointed, turns camera around to show Wei Wuxian and the kiddos putting mentos in soda bottles and trying to chuck them at each other, camera pans back to his face, still entirely devoid of emotion*

That one time Jin Ling got stuck up a tree and Wei Wuxian tried to get him down and also got stuck up there and now the other kids are looking for a ladder while LWJ just watches them from the patio, drinking tea. The kids finally give up and shamefully come to LWJ and ask him for help, he gets his husband and nephew down without a word.

The one where he buried 5yo A-Yuan in a pile of bunnies and got scolded by Lan Xichen for it because they might bite him if they get annoyed with him.

There is an entire compilation of rabbits that won’t leave him alone. Climb into his lap. Follow him with every step. Get excited when he comes outside. Hear a guqin and start looking for him. Just. He’s the rabbit whisperer. One of the black ones is just about always with him.

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian interacting in any capacity is going to involve a lot of hitting each other and pushing each other over. Only-child kids think they hate each other, but people with siblings are all ‘no no, siblings are just Like That’. People think Yanli is all innocent till they realize she def only tells them to stop when she thinks they might actually get on each other’s nerves. She’s in the ‘boys will rough house and probably only have one collective braincell’ category.

People won’t stop asking him if he speaks so he vaguely makes mentions of having extremely low verbility. They ask if he does sign and he’s not really sure how (lol cause words hard) to explain to them that sign doesn’t really help when the issue is more of him not having much to say tbh. This is apparently the wrong thing to say because then people start being all ‘yeah I get you, I’m pretty dumb too, at least you’re pretty’ and he’s just sorta sitting there with this smacked fish look on his face while WWX can’t stop laughing next to him at the very idea of someone calling his husband slow. Wow. LWJ just sorta finally gets out that he has like two degrees and teaches giqun lessons and it’s amazing. The kids find out about it and can’t stop laughing for hours.

“Hey, why did you name your son ‘sorrow and longing’?” *commense 10 minute video of that time Wei Wuxian got arrested for something to do with a satanic ritual and that’s when LWJ ended up with custody of his adopted son for the next three years and he was in a really angsty mood tbh so it just kinda happened* not a single commenter expected that, even less so when he mentions that they weren’t even together at that point

Films what the viewers think is a prank at first, where he pours a dangerous amount of chili powder into a mug of hot chocolate (with a completely straight face) and then brings it to WWX who takes a drink and makes a dreamy little sigh and goes ‘you always know how to make it just like I want it’ and no one is sure how to react to this video. It’s like watching someone peel and eat a lemon.

You know that video of the girl with the deadpan voice saying she went downstairs to take a shower and there was something brown in the bottom of the tub but it turned out to be potatoes and she’s all ‘not a problem I was expecting, but a problem I can handle’? Okay so that’s how he talks in every video. WWX hands him a baby and he talks to them exactly like that. People ask if he’s good with kids and WWX is all ‘yeah, he’s not just a rabbit whisperer, he’s a baby whisperer too, he’s super great with kids’ *shows LWJ talking to a baby in That Voice while the baby looks at him in utter adoration*

“What’s it like growing up gay? Do you ever get shit for it?” LWJ.exe has stopped working, he has only met one straight couple the same age as him and they’re his sister in law. His brother has three boyfriends, one of which is his brother-in-law. He doesn’t know what a het-er-o-sexual is and he doesn’t want to. Pretty sure his uncle is acearo and hasn’t seen his parents in like 20 years.

LWJ: ‘I apologize for being so emotional in my last video.’ *viewers scrambled to find what video he meant because they ain’t ever seen that man emotional before but end up finding a video where Sizhui told him he loved him and called him papa and gave him a hug while WWX filmed, you can barely see LWJ’s left eye twitching and he pets Sizhui’s head for a moment* viewers are very confused on how this constitutes emotionalism.

Viewers ask to see his brother ‘you know, the one who apparently has three boyfriends’ and LWJ posts a video of LXC passed out on a couch with like three fully grown men all in various states of sliding off onto the floor while the teens play a game of ‘who can stack the most random objects on uncle’s bodies without them waking’ because apparently LWJ and WWX were gone for a weekend and the uncles were supposed to watch the kids (like, all ten of them probably, there’s probably a lot of kids) and it’s Sizhui filming the whole thing cause he’s the ‘good one’ and never does bad things. But he’s also like Auntie Yanli and is totally gonna egg them on from the sidelines.

WWX hands LWJ literally any food and LWJ will eat it all with a completely straight face but as soon as WWX is turned around LWJ is chugging a glass of milk with a look of death on his face. The kiddos straight up can’t stomach his cooking.

😭 someone asks why their hair is all so long and LWJ puts up a video of chatty adorable Sizhui braiding WWX’s hair while he tells him about his day at school. It’s. Too. Cute.

The never ending debate on if LWJ’s deadpan personality/speech is acting or not. No matter how much everyone assures them he’s really just Like That people just aren’t convinced.

Someone points out several times that in their house they have a room with a satanic symbol on the door. That’s just WWX’s home office it’s all good. This is treated as ‘lol WWX is so dramatic’ for like four whole weeks before LWJ posts a video of Sizhui standing outside the office looking nervous. ‘What’s wrong?’ He says. ‘Dad called me into his office.’ Sizhui replies. ‘WWX must be a very strict father,’ the viewers think. That’s not it. That’s not it at all tbh. That video got flagged on like four different platforms and kept getting removed for graphic images and half their viewers don’t. Want. To know. What happened. In that office. (WWX doesn’t even see what the big deal was, that goat was dead when he bought it shut up.)

The others do videos sometimes too lol. Videos include

Jin Ling’s compilation of ‘Mom, what’s for dinner’ and the answer is Always Lotus root and pork rib soup. Someone asks ‘lol she must make that often’ and JL is all ‘lol often, fairly sure she got same-food syndrome, it’s always soup’.

Lan Sizhui at like 17 years old: The one true secret I’ve never told my dads? My most shameful lie? Rabbits aren’t my favorite. My favorite is butterflies. *proceeds to cuddle a bun* I’m sorry Mister Bun, but you just aren’t nearly as pretty as butterflies.

Shaky video of someone sitting on the couch, pointed at NMJ: Brother, while you’re away on vacation with your boyfriends, I don’t plan on leaving this spot for even a minute. NMJ: Oh yeah? What’ll you do when you have to use the bathroom? NHS: Listen, I found a guy on Craig’s List who’s exact fetish is lazy young men who refuse to move and also diapers exist and he’ll be my slave for the week if I let him change me. NMJ: ...I’m taking you with me on vacation. NHS: Yay! NMJ: I’m also taking your phone away. NHS: -wait, no- NMJ: Too late.

Jin Ling: JiuJiu, I spilt soda on your Valentino white belt. Jiang Cheng: *incomprehensible sputtering* -soda on my Valentino white belt-!

Sizhui: *brings Jingyi a bowl of food* Here. Jingyi: Thank you! *takes a bite, face falls in terror, gives Sizhui a betrayed look* Sizhui: Dad’s worried I’m getting sick, he said this would clear my chest cold up. He didn’t consider what horrible things it would do to my bowels instead. Please eat it, he gets sad when I don’t finish what he makes. Jingyi: *glaring* Just dump it down the garbage disposal! Sizhui: *def has a fever if he didn’t think of that* Oh. Good idea.

LWJ: *swaying in place* WWX: This bitch drunk as hell. LWJ: I’m. Gonna comit. A crime. WWX: *crying a little* I love drunk hubby times. A full shot of vodka and he’s not gonna remember any of this. Hey kids, I’m taking Papa on a walk! Sizhui’s in charge!

Zizhen: *sitting quietly on the couch while LSZ, LJY and JL all argue behind him somewhere, covering his mouth with a slightly horrified look* Jingyi: I mean, that’s not fair at all! Who HASNT made out with their cousin at one point or another? Ling: ... Sizhui: You said you’d never bring that up again please shut up. Ling: ...!!!!!! Zizhen: Amazing.

That one time the kiddos hypnotized Jin Ling into thinking he was a kitten. The adults all thought it was really weird that he was finally going through the whole ‘pretending to be an animal’ phase at like ten, but then the kiddos fessed up to learning how to hypnotize and they aren’t sure how to fix it. WWX instigated a rule that no brainwashing is allowed outside his office from now on.

People ask how WWX and LWJ met and it’s told from the POV of Lan Qiren who progressively getting drunker as he tells the story of the terrible high school romance that he had to watch between bad boy WWX and his precious baby angel nephew that made him consider quitting and how no one believed them when they insisted they didn’t get together till after WWX got out of jail for the cow incident.

#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #mdzs #incorrect untamed quotes #incorrect mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #jiang cheng #lan sizhui #juniors #lan jingyi #lan juniors #jin ling #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #nie brothers #ouyang zizhen #lan qiren

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lightskinrry · 3 years

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I got ADHD. So I’m sorry I g distracted and this is all over the place buttt here’s my astrology read on Harry with the new Leo rising assumption. Sorry this is long as hell and literally just how I read him it’s for entertainment and it ain’t that serious so don’t be acting crazy or getting bold lol.

Soo I f we are going by Aqua sun, Libra Moon, Leo Ascending then that’s actually the most accurate chart to me for Harry.

That’ll also leave his Venus in Aqua, Mars in Aqua. He’s got ALOT of air in his chart. The reason Leo rising makes sense is because of the charisma he has. Leo risings are always so incredibly magnetic and attract a lot of attention. They can also come off having like a big ego (which we KNOW he does lol) now with him being a Leo rising that’ll take out him in a 21st degree which is sag so he has some influence of Sagittarius but not much just makes him more enthusiastic and joyful like the sun. He is reliable and constantly uplifting people. He enjoys simple things in a day to day but believes life is to be enjoyed and so he makes the effort for adventure pleasure and fun. He is likely to need attention and approval from others, so he is really has to work to admit that. The need to stand out in his own right is most important so he has worked his entire career to ensure that and it shows in how the media perceived him. He is in a lane of his own. He has extraordinary reserves of creativity and love that need an outlet. Following his heart and exploring passions and inspirations drive him in his achievements. He’s a born leader that works hard for comfort in luxury as he doesn’t feel like things should be handed to him. He puts in the time for it and turns his talents into his biggest strengths. This is likely why he takes his time and focuses on his creative skills and places he’s strong at first such as acting taking a backseat to music when it has to( he wasn’t planning on doing films until it became the most operable lane for him to stay working hard) and he does so with a natural flare that people envy. Things seems to come almost effortless to him but he still works hard.

The libra moon is in 3rd house. Libra are likely to have a need for serenity and harmony in their lives. ( so we will probably never see him pop off ;he don’t like conflict). He’s a peaceful person and he needs his personal life and relationships to reflect that as he has a career that is anything but. they usually also have a need to connect with others and are really great at building rapport (his networking skills are so fascinating) so he’s very diplomatic and has a knack for negotiating in terms of his career. Because of that knack I think it’s why people of all types in the industry gravitate towards him especially in business endeavors because he can balance conflicting agendas well..he plays fair. He’s uncomfortable in circumstance where there is lack of justice or unfairness and he constantly seeks ways to find common ground between himself and those around him in conflict because he doesn’t like it. He likes being around people and as Libra is a relationship sign he craves building relationships with people. He works best with others than on his own which is why he views relationships as teamwork as well as his friendships being so dear to him. But that need can also make him be passive aggressive sometimes. Because of the emphasis he might put on things.

“You may act or think in ways that are not always for your best interest just to keep a relationship alive. Then you may find then yourself involved in situations that are disturbingly out of balance, and do not reflect your true needs.” (Does that sound like a familiar song to y’all?)

He’s Aqua sun so obviously he’s a fixed air which makes him so hard to be locked down and it will probably not happen to him for a little while. Aquas tend to be fixed on one individual from time to time in their lives but it’s rare and often doesn’t last. His sun is in 6th house so ya boy likes a routine daily and to be athletic and healthy and he’s also a workaholic. DOESNT like doing mundane things (which is why he’s doing movies in his downtime ‘cause he can’t tour) he also has a Pisces influence on his sun because it’s in 12 degree which is a water sign and makes sense because despite him being an Aqua he’s very caring and in tune with his emotions. He also highly intuitive with this sign. And able to read moods and circumstances really well. This gives him again a leg up on making logical step in the industry cause which has him always one step ahead of the game always. ( he is an incredible businessman and I wish we seen how great he is at make deals and networking. He’s gonna be around in the industry FOREVER) his aloofness allows him to rise above drama so he has a more detached perspective of the everyday in the industry. He is more comfy with being impersonal, aloof than intimacy but yet his Libra moon has him craving intimacy so he don’t communicate emotion as well but also feels some type of way when others give him the same energy. Social awareness is probably really important to him because he want to create lanes that are inclusive and we can see that in his music videos and social activism. He wants to have a broad range of people in his life so he can be motivated by different walks of life but he does have trouble stepping out on his own to do so. It has to come to them. But no out of laziness or not caring just out of not wanting to get it wrong. He focuses a lot on similarities instead of difference in those he surrounds himself with which can also hinder surrounded himself with different walks of life. He might have a deep interest in the metaphysical as a lot of Aqua suns are interested or work in those fields. Aquas also ruled by humanitarian concerns so I can see him digging his hands into charity work going forward as he continues to learn. He is constantly thinking outside the box or comfort zone for him.

By giving himself and permission to be, he embodies authenticity whilst maintaining individual freedom which is the hallmark of his sign.

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Team Harry is a Leo rising bc my queen Tea brought some real talk to the table

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thebitch-thatwas-promised · 3 years

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Loki series spoilers **episode 3**

So I was having a hard time with how different Sylvie is from Tom’s interpretation of Loki. But I’m realizing that an imitation of “our” Loki would have been a more basic study of identity. They had completely different lives, Sylvie is more feral, living her life from apocalypses to apocalypses. (Whatever else her life is like, I wish they would elaborate on, cause we are running out of episodes and I have way too many questions!) Our Loki grew up in a castle and has only created problems for himself. They are completely different people. I think I needed to stop looking for mimicry to enjoy her character and now I really do!

I’ve also seen discourse about Loki being ooc. I agree, and I definitely felt that way with episode 3. But, I would also say that everything we know about the character in the mcu hasn’t been under circumstances that he could just breath in. We haven’t been able to sit with him. We didn’t know what casual loki is like until now.

In the first movie he is devastated, overly formal, likes to use words to sooth or hurt. Before finding out his linage, he seemed arrogant, petty, jealous and too charismatic for his own good. And then after finding out who he was, he snapped.

In Avengers, he went through something off screen that has been hinted at and kinda confirmed but not explicitly. He is very focused in avengers and I think it’s because he is scared. His plan is someone else’s plan here And I think his motivations are varied but mostly he wants to win to achieve power so he can feel safe again.

I would say that we are getting the Loki from Ragnorak in this series. He is calmer. Not as devious as Thor 1 or avengers. He got to rule asgard for a bit, saw what it was like. but reconnecting to and getting his fathers blessing, hanging out with Thor again with them both knowing the truth about who he really is, I think all that stabilized him a bit. Well as stable as someone who has propensity for mischief can be.

All that being said, if you love the Loki from the first film, he is definitely there. His behavior in the time theater in episode 1, his speech about the tva walking into one wolfs mouth after another, telling Sylvie she lacks vision..All very Loki things., but now, unlike when he was a side character to someone else’s story, we get more time with him. and it is jarring how is mood shifts. But I’m chalking that up to us being fans of a character that can’t be easily pinned down and defined. It’s a good thing y’all! Like Tom said “loki contains multitudes” or something like that.

I think loki wants to survive at all costs. He will do what he has to do to live ( kill or not kill. Whatever works )and I think seeing himself die, after knowing he worked so hard to live was a reset for him. He saw that everything he tried didn’t protect him in the end, so I do think we are seeing a loki who is using his mercurial nature to try to do things another way. He just avoided death, only to be trapped in an organization that keeps threatening his life. I think thats making him a little manic! I know it would make me manic as hell.

His plans aren’t that great though lol, so he needs a buddy. Mobius and Sylvie and my home girl Hunter B would be great buddies/love interests. (I’m a little weirded out by the idea of a loki/Sylvie, but I’m gonna be respectful to those that want it)

I do want more world building info in these episodes. If we are only get crumbs this early, the last few episodes will just be plot and I want more of a balance of character development and plot! Right now I’m getting tons of character development but the actually tva stuff is moving too slowly for me. Or I’m just wishing I can binge it, so that’s what it’s making me feel like the writing is holding back way to much. Idk.

#loki series spoilers #long post #sorry for the long post I don’t know how to hide stuff #happy pride 🌈#nothing but respect for my bi prince #loki spoilers #tom hiddleston #mcu #tva spoilers #Sylvie spoilers #mobius

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rosypalmsdaughter · 3 years

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Naughty Or Nice

It's the night before Christmas and I am awake.

I am standing in the corner of my bedroom, facing the wall, my hands clasped behind my head.

I wonder if it's time yet and release my left hand to glance at my watch. The smart display glows as I tilt my wrist.

23:51

I have not been instructed to stand here, nor to wear the sensible flannel pyjamas which smell of detergent. I have not been instructed to move the high-backed wooden chair from behind my desk and into the centre of the floor.

I have done these things because over time I have sensed that they are what is expected. On other nights I might throw my discarded clothes onto that chair, I might carelessly scatter my belongings over the floor or climb naked into bed. On some nights I might tumble, giggling and tipsy with a partner between the sheets with no intention of sleeping.

But on this night of the year I stand in the corner; sober, pyjama-clad, and alone. And the chair waits behind me.

I shuffle my feet and glance again at my watch.

23:52

I let out a puff of impatience. I know that time passes differently on this night but I have never got used to this waiting. Each Christmas Eve, wherever I am in the world I set up my room, take up my position, and try to keep my mind focused on what's written on this year's page. I try to keep my thoughts appropriately contrite but I am distracted by the butterflies in my stomach and the dampness between my legs.

The only time I did not keep this nervous vigil was the very first time.

23:53

I was not a badly behaved child. More often than not my parents would have cause to glow with pride when my teachers informed them I was 'a pleasure to teach'. My occasional indiscretions were minor; detentions for lateness, talking in class, new school shoes ruined after an ill-judged shortcut through the playing fields. These were invariably met with a loving admonishment and sometimes a warning from my father that I would have earned a place on Santa's naughty list. But there was a twinkle in his eye and I was never in any doubt that on Christmas morning I would be unwrapping presents neatly labelled 'From Santa' - in my mother's handwriting.

And so the issue of discipline and punishment never really came up. For me that was something largely encountered in the safely remote realm of fiction. My parents were easygoing and I liked behaving well, I liked making them happy.

Until one day, whilst shopping with my mother for a new school uniform for the Autumn term, we both heard raised voices in the shop. The argument was between a middle-aged woman and her daughter who looked a little older than me. The girl was arguing for a shorter school skirt and her mother was flatly refusing

"You're so old fashioned, Mum!" she whined, "None of the teachers care how long it is anyway, I'm the only one who wears this stupid thing!" and she gestured with disgust at the skirt in her hand.

I saw her mother purse her lips and say

"You're not too old, you know..."

The girl rolled her eyes, shoved the skirt back onto the rack and turned to stalk away, but before she could, her mother caught her by the elbow and spun her daughter around to deliver three smart slaps to her bottom.

The girl's eyes widened in shock and she opened her mouth to protest but then caught her mother's expression and instead mumbled an apology.

After the pair paid for the sensible skirt and left - the girl's face now pink with embarrassment - my mother shook her head and said

"That poor girl!"

But I wasn't listening. My heart was racing and I felt as if an electric shock had gone through me. I didn't pay any attention as we completed our shopping. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen. It was as if the world had shifted slightly, suddenly I knew that if I misbehaved it was possible I might have my bottom smacked. The idea was astonishing even if I knew that my parents would never dream of doing it. I realised that I wasn't alarmed by the notion, I was excited.

Lying in bed that night I played those few seconds in the shop over and over again in my mind. I imagined that that stern woman was my mother instead.

"You're not too old..."

For a spanking. That was the implied end of that sentence, wasn't it? You heard it sometimes said in old films but it almost never actually led to one.

A spanking! That was the unspoken word which had sent the electric shock through me. Suddenly it seemed like the most thrilling word imaginable.

I had witnessed a real-life spanking.

Except, I hadn't really, had I? Three smacks over her jeans, the girl had probably hardly felt anything. I wondered if I would I have felt it, if I was in fact her daughter? If the slaps hadn't stung and I had snapped a retort to my mother would I have been escorted from the shop without completing our purchase? Would she have gone straight home to give her naughty daughter a proper punishment? Perhaps she even had a sturdy wooden hairbrush at home to deal with defiant girls...

As my mind wandered I felt a new throbbing ache between my legs. Almost without thinking I slipped my hand into my knickers and found that my lips had become swollen and slick. My fingers slid easily between my folds and I instinctively I began to slowly rub as my mind turned back to this daydream. Surely, I thought, my mother, my stern, sensible mother wouldn't abandon the shopping just because of my lack of self-control? Perhaps instead she would glance around the shop and pull me firmly towards the small changing area in the corner. Inside is a small stool and surely she would sit on this before tugging my jeans down to my knees.

My fingers rubbed more urgently.

There is no door on the changing cubicle, only a grey curtain, so all the other shoppers would clearly hear my protests as my mother pulled me over her knee and they would hear equally clearly the smacks and squeals as she began spanking me.

I ground my hips backwards and forwards against my slippery fingers as my pulse thumped in my ears.

As the crisp sound of my mother's hand against my bottom continued, interspersed with my yelps all the shoppers would shake their heads and think "What a naughty girl!"

And at that thought I felt a powerful spasm wash over me in crashing waves as I climaxed over my sticky fingers.

23:54

That was the first time I realised how pleasurable my own body could be and from that moment in my mind that shuddering explosion of joy was inexorably linked with the act of spanking.

I had not ever really thought about spanking before but now it was a deep, obsessive interest. From then onwards I harboured fantasies of misbehaving in public and then being hauled over the knee of a no-nonsense authority figure who would give me the swift, firm spanking I craved. This didn't seem such an outlandish idea now, especially when the old books and comics I owned seemed to be full of young protagonists getting their bottoms' whacked for even the most minor rule-breaking. But in time I realised that even if that had ever had been a reality it certainly wasn't going happen to me in this time and place.

As I got older I eventually worked up the courage to search online and I found certain proof that I was not alone in my interest. I watched video after video of bottoms being firmly smacked as I kept one of my hands in my knickers and the other poised, ready to close the webpage at the slightest noise from my parents. But even as I watched these videos I knew that this wasn't a mainstream obsession. My friends were beginning to date and experiment and I knew none of them were touching themselves at night over the idea of smacked bottom.

And so time passed, and although I did dip a toe into the waters of teenage rebellion - I once stole lipstick from the supermarket, tried throat-burning vodka at a 16th birthday party, sneaked into an X-rated film with friends- I was always too anxious of really being caught and letting my parents down so I covered my tracks meticulously.

And I knuckled-down, got good exam results, and celebrated my eighteenth birthday in the knowledge that the following year I would be going away to a good university. And I had come to the decision that while the people in the videos I watched might have found someone to share this interest with that I would never, ever speak about it to anyone. Perhaps one day I might find a partner I was attracted to in a normal way and maybe they would indulge me with a few slaps on the bum when we had sex. I told myself that I must try harder to be normal. But try as I might to dismiss my fantasies I knew I craved something deeper, forbidden. On late nights when my family had gone to bed it was the same old thoughts which would have me stifling my moans as my fingers worked quickly beneath the bedsheets.

23:55

That year. That first Christmas Eve, long after I should have gone to bed, I found myself wiping away tears as I sat, looking out of my window at the night and contemplating my lonely obsession. I felt sure I would always have a hollow, unfulfilled part of my soul. And I felt equally sure I was ridiculous for feeling that way. As I watched a satellite sail slowly across the night sky I thought of sleigh bells and laughed bitterly. Trying to shake myself out of this mood I grabbed a notepad, festively bordered with green holly and wrote the words which seemed to be burned into my heart.

I want to be spanked long and hard on my bare bottom

I stared at the words. Written out they seemed ridiculous, either comic or perverse. I wanted to get rid of them at once but throwing it in the bin didn't feel enough; even if I scrunched it up or ripped it to pieces the words would still be there, indelible. I jumped to my feet, the note clutched in my hand and crept down the stairs to the kitchen. There, in one of the drawers I found the box of safety matches and I unlocked the back-door. By the dim light of the moon I skirted around the bowl of water and carrot left out by my parents who were never ones to abandon tradition. My breath condensed in sparkling clouds in the cold night air. I fumbled for a moment and then struck a match, it flared brightly and then started to die-back in the breeze. Quickly I touched the corner of the note to the flame which licked at the paper and then caught. Within seconds the words had been obliterated and I had to drop the page as the heat became too intense. It flared like a lantern and then blew out, a blackened skeleton of the paper drifted to the ground and the amber glow around the edges was fully extinguished by the wet ground. I peered closely- it was destroyed. I sighed and shook my head at my own idiocy and then checked my watch.

23:56

I put the matches away and crept back upstairs and into my room.

He was there, sitting on my bed.

I didn't cry out. I wasn't even surprised. Who else would it be?

He didn't look anything like the man in the drinks adverts or the children's books. His suit was red and lined with white fur but it was the dark red of hot blood dripping on snow. He was not an old man and yet his eyes held millennia. He was not jolly.

I was in awe but I was not afraid. I have never trusted anyone more.

I unstuck my tongue from the roof of my dry mouth and whispered

"You got my note"

"Yes" He nodded, eyes piercing. His expression was unfathomable. He reached into a pocket, I expected to see my scrap of paper but he instead drew out a leather-bound book.

"Do you know what this is?"

I shook my head but felt unable to look away from it. He beckoned me towards him and held out the slim volume for me. As I took it I saw that my name was embossed on the front, I glanced at him for permission and he nodded.

"You may open it"

I gasped as on the first page I saw, in my own handwriting, words I had never written

I must not take pleasure in the punishment of others

I read and re-read those words, my heart thumped and blood seemed to be rushing between my legs. I turned the page but it was blank, the rest of the book was empty.

23:57

"You know to what it refers" he said, his voice stern.

I thought briefly of the hundreds of girls I had watched online squealing and kicking while I had sat pleasuring myself. But looking into his face I knew that wasn't the answer.

"The girl in the shop" I replied, feeling the enormity of the admission. He nodded, solemn.

"And you know what happens now, don't you?"

I knew, I had known from the moment I saw him but how on earth could I say it out loud? I felt the book slip slightly under my sweaty palms as I gazed at him and implored mutely. But he continued to regard me levelly, expectant. I felt my face burning as I finally whispered

"Please... would you... spank me, long and hard... on my bare bottom?"

23:58

"Of course I will" he replied and I felt a rush of relief. He took the book from my hands and placed it, open, on my bedside table. He then took my hand and guided me over his knee. I felt my weight settle onto his lap and his palm come to rest on my bottom.

"Wait!" I gasped, suddenly aware "My parents!" I tried to get up but he held me in place.

"They won't hear" he assured me and he slowly moved his hand over both my buttocks. The nightie I was wearing had ridden up my thighs and I realised I didn't know which knickers I had on. I tried to twist around to see but again he held me firmly.

"You have been waiting a long time for this" he said and with that I felt his hand leave my bottom. I had a brief, electric frisson of fear and then he brought it back down with a muffled thwack. The first few slaps were not really painful but I still jolted at each steady smack. It didn't take long for it to start to sting and as it got worse I began wriggling, this made my nightie ride up until he was smacking me over my knickers. The pitch of the blows now changed to a slapping noise I recognised well from my internet forays as the sound of a naughty girl getting her bottom spanked.

The stinging was getting more and more intense and I began to kick despite my best efforts. He paused and rubbed my hot bottom. I moaned and realised that as well as the pain in my bottom there was also the all-too familiar throbbing ache elsewhere.

He pulled my thighs apart and ran a finger over the damp cotton.

"I think it's high time these came down, don't you?" he said. I tried to reply but only moaned once more as I felt him pull my panties down and I felt the cool air rush over my hot bottom and puffy wet lips. I craned my neck and saw my pale pink knickers fall to between my ankles, a large dark pink blotch betraying my arousal. Before I had time to fully contemplate this humiliation he had resumed spanking me. The slaps were firmer and more frequent now and though I yelped and grabbed at his leg he continued steadily spanking my increasingly sore bottom. I gasped and instinctively reached back to protect myself from the onslaught.

"You know exactly why you are in this position, don't you?" he said calmly as he caught my hand and held it at my waist. He administered a few smart smacks to the backs of my thighs and I squealed and kicked. He paused again.

"You knew just how naughty you were being, didn't you?" He launched a volley of smacks that left me gasping, my bottom burning. Suddenly he once again parted my legs, I felt my knickers stretch between my ankles as I spread them wider for him. My inner thighs were now slick with my own excitement. I felt his fingers cup my hot, yearning pussy and I almost cried out with desire.

"You know only a very naughty girl would get this wet during her spanking" he said and again I moaned and instinctively arched my back, trying to push his fingers against my aching clit. Suddenly the hand withdrew and then came back with a smack. It was not a hard smack but my pussy felt so sensitive that it made me yelp.

"I can see it's going to take some time to deal with all your naughtiness" he said and delivered a final flurry of firm smacks.

Then suddenly he set me on my feet and led me back to the corner, I automatically placed my hands behind my head and stood, breathless, and shaky, shifting from foot to foot. The air played over my blazing bottom, cooling my wet pussy and thighs. I desperately wanted to soothe my bottom with one hand while rubbing my clit with the other but I bit my lip and kept my hands in place as I swayed and stared at the wall. There was no noise apart from my panting and I had started to wonder if he was still there when I heard his voice again

"You can turn around now". I did so, legs still wobbly. It wasn't until then, as I stood across the room from him, naked from the waist down that I felt the urge to cover myself.

He smiled for the first time.

"Come here" and he beckoned me to sit on his lap. He rubbed gently at my tender bottom and held me to him. I sighed.

"You know you had earned that spanking don't you?" I nodded. Now, for the first time I felt tears pricking in my eyes. "And you know you've earned more, haven't you?" For one wild moment I wanted to contradict him, to deny I'd ever wanted or done anything to deserve a spanking but instead I swallowed, looked at him, and nodded again.

"I'm sorry, I really am" My throat felt constricted.

"I know you are" he said, squeezing me to him.

"I'm sorry I've been such a bad girl!" it came out as a sob.

"No, no" he soothed, rubbing my sore bottom again "I’ve seen it all, remember? I see the good and the bad. I've seen how hard you've worked and all the generous, kind-hearted things you've done. You're not a bad girl" he wiped a tear from my cheek "You're a very good girl who at times does some very naughty things. But you've had your punishment for this year and now I think it's time for your reward"

And as he said it he gently guided me this time over just one knee, my upper body resting on the bed. He hand moved over my hot bottom and back between my legs.

"Do you want your reward for being a good girl?" he asked

"Oh, yes please!" I breathed and then whimpered as his fingers slid between my lips and up to my clit. He rubbed firmly back and forth and - much too quickly - I felt the pressure build until a tipping point was reached and then passed and I bucked and squirmed and gasped as the climax rocked me. He kept me cupped in his hand until the aftershocks had died away.

"Good girl" he repeated and pulled his hand away. "Why don't you go and clean yourself up". I tottered out to the bathroom to mop up the mess. My face was flushed and glowing in the mirror and my eyes shone. I stood on tiptoes and craned my neck to see my buttocks painted a deep, satisfying pink. I grinned. By the time I returned to my room he had gone. I looked at the clock and saw it had somehow only just reached midnight.

23:59

I didn't know for sure if he would be back the next year. Sometimes I thought I must have dreamed the whole experience but one thing gave me hope, the book, my book, was still there and now, underneath those words:

I must not take pleasure in the punishment of others

Was written in a new, bold hand

Disciplined 24th December-

and the year written after.

I checked the book regularly as the months passed, as I moved out to my university lodgings and discovered a new me I hardly recognised. The words on the page always stayed stubbornly the same but by then I thought I knew how this might work.

And sure enough, on Christmas Eve, at ten minutes to midnight the following year, on the next page appeared in my handwriting the words

"I must not let my belongings get dirty and untidy"

For a second even while I felt the thrill of knowing he was coming I felt a stab of disappointment. Untidiness felt like a very prosaic crime compared to the shocking confession the year before, but then I realised what this meant. He had of course been watching always, every single time I had been careless or lazy or thoughtless, every instance when, if I lived in some other time I might have received a quick smack. I was going to get a proper, long punishment for all of them now!

And so I did, and every year a new wrongdoing is revealed and then dealt with. There is no way of predicting what the offense will be and the punishment varies too. One year I was slippered for lying, another I got the cane for stealing, but whichever punishment is meted out, the reward is always the same.

Years have passed and I am a long way from the lonely girl who wrote that note on her windowsill. Over time I have grown in confidence and found wonderful people to share my obsession with.

But all the same, this deepest of secrets I have kept to myself. Each year I have made my excuses and taken up my position in my room, in the corner, on my own.

I don't know if the book is still taking note of what I do now or whether the transgressions are all set in stone, frozen from the night I made my wish. In any case I try every year to be good, but not too good.

Just in case.

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February 24, 2021: Annie Hall (1977) (Part 1)

Well...Woody Allen.

I, uh...OK, look, I could get into the whole Woody Allen thing, but INSTEAD of me doing that, I’ll just say this: look into it. Because there is a LOT on this subject, and it’s controversial as HELL. At the end of the day, I’ll recommend this upcoming series on HBO, and just recommend that you look into it.

Because, uh...yeah, it’s not great. That’s all I’m gonna say, because I need to educate myself on it more as well. Instead, let’s talk for a few seconds about divorcing the art from the artist. But ONLY for a few seconds.

I understand why some of you might be surprised I’m doing this one. Because, again...Woody Allen. But, yeah, I always try to do my best to divorce the art from the artist. Because some people suck, but they still make nice things, or at the very least, things that should be open to interpretation and appreciation.

“Superfreak” is a classic song of 1981, and everybody’s heard at least some of it, but Rick James fuckin’ kidnapped two women and kept them in his basement, WHERE HE TORTURED THEM. Edgar Degas made beautiful paintings of ballet dancers, and was also A MASSIVE ANTI-SEMITE. And before he was (RIGHTFULLY AND JUSTIFIABLY) outed as a roofie-ing piece-o-shit...I grew up with - and genuinely enjoyed - this guy’s comedy.

And you can judge me for this, but...I still think his stand-up was and is genuinely funny, and I still appreciate the cultural impact that The Cosby Show had on society’s perception of African-American families, divorced from the stereotype of the ghetto. Fact of the matter is, works themselves deserve to be separated from the artist who made them. That’s my philosophy, and I’m sticking with it Entirely fine to disagree with me, by the way, I get it.

But in that spirit, I’m watching Annie Hall, despite its creators likely transgressions. After all, this is technically his magnum opus, and it’s a good look into the man himself. And so, with that in mind: Annie Hall! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (1/2)

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Alvy Singer (Woody Allen) is talking directly to us about his outlook on life, and his view on the potential future. He tells half of a joke, then an amusing anecdote, and a bit more until telling us that he’s broke up with Annie, and he’s still thinking about it, trying to figure out exactly where things went wrong. He goes back to the beginning, which is punctuated with flashbacks.

He grew up in Brooklyn in World War II, and a young Alvy (Jonathan Munk) is with his mother (Joan Newman) at the doctor’s. He’s depressed after learning that the universe will one day end after a period of expansion, and is having his first real existential crisis. I had mine around the same age, actually, went I learned that the Earth will one day get swallowed by the sun. And THEN came the realization that I’d be dead by that point. AND THEN came the realization that I’d die one day, and that was a WHOLE NEW crisis to...anyway.

He grew up under the Coney Island rollercoaster according to him (although his analyst says that he exaggerates), and that’s what he blames for his “nervous personality. He’s also got an active imagination, often blurring fantasy and reality. His Dad ran the bumper cars on Coney Island (a place that I’ve never been, but desperately want to go).

He continues on talking about his former schoolmates, and not really that well. While in class, young Alvy kisses a...little girl...ahem. And then, when reprimanded by the teacher, current Alvy notes that he was always...like that...and he also says this to the little girl, and they talk about Freud’s latency period, and Alvy said he never...had...one...that’s uh...that’s fuckin’ SOMETHING, now isn’t it?

OK, well, shoving that forcefully aside as hard as I can, Alvy wonders aloud on where his classmates now, and one of them says this:

This also involves a little girl saying she’s “into leather,” which is...awkward as FUCK, but WE’RE GONNA MOVE THE FUCK ON. Alvy recounts his paranoia, and was so even after he became a famous comedian (which we say after a VERY good joke about qualifying for the army as a hostage). He speaks to a friend, Rob (Tony Roberts) about potential anti-Semitism from a person in a passersby meeting, then heads to meet Annie.

Annie Hall (Diane Keaton) arrives at a movie theater, late and in a bad mood. The two are late to their intended film, argue briefly, then head to another film that they’ve already seen, The Sorrow and the Pity. In line, they’re in front of a man loudly soliloquizing on film, much to Alvy’s annoyance.

Annie and Alvy continue to argue a bit, while Alvy openly berates the casual film critic. In the middle, he talks to the audience about it, only to be followed by the crtiic himself, who also acknowledges the audience! Huh! Anyway, he’s a professor at Columbia, and starts continuing his line speech, this time on the work of Marshall McLuhan, one of the most important early media theorists ever. And then, Alvy brings out Marshall McLuhan (Marshall McLuhan) to debate him on it, only for Alvy to turn to the audience and wish aloud that life could really be like this!

I’m beginning to understand why people like this film. It’s metacontextual before metacontextuality was really a thing in film. It’s a fourth-wall breaking movie in some fantastic ways. But will it still hold its muster after breaking the fourth wall’s become so commonplace? we’ll see, I guess.

After a showing of the film, the two return home, and Alvy tries to initiate sex. But Annie’s not really into it at the moment, and Alvy complains that they used to have sex all the time, and it’s been a while since. So, I guess that retroactively awkward scene at the school was meant to foreshadow Alvy’s high libido, that will probably cause some conflict in the film. Anyway, Annie notes that Alvy once went through something similar with Allison, his first wife. Who’s Allison? Flashback!

Allison Portchnik (Carol Kane) is a graduate student in political science, working for a campaign that Alvy’s about to perform for. He’s nervous, as he’s going on after another comedian. She comforts him by saying that she thought he was cute, and he does well. But we flash-forward to a night after they’re married, shortly after the death of JFK, which Alvy’s obsessing over, entertaining various conspiracy theories.

However, Allison rightly points out that his obsession is simply a way for him to avoid having sex with her, which mirrors the present-day situation him him and Annie. Flash forward TO Alvy and Annie, and there are just lobsters...everywhere, on the floor in their kitchen. After that commotion, they talk about Annie’s past romances.

And by talk about, I mean they LITERALLY WALK THROUGH her memories. And I gotta say...I fuckin’ love this method of storytelling. One of her previous boyfriends is an actor (John Glover), and his over-dramatic prose sickens Alvy. We see a second marriage of Alvy’s to New Yorker writer Robin (Janet Margolin), who’s dragged him to a stuffy high society party of intellectuals that he has no interest in going to. Same her, Alvy. I bet the caviar’s canned.

He tries to initiate sex with her - in the middle of the party, mind you - and she turns him down. later, when they get to it in their apartment, she’s unable to, uh...reach satisfaction. From there, we flash-forward after that marriage ends to a tennis match with Rob, where he meets one of his mutual friends: Annie Hall.

And for the record, Annie’s pretty obviously got a crush on him, and she’s adorable as fuck. Also, that outfit, real talk...that outfit rules. She offers to give Alvy a list, during which he’s quite worried about her driving, but the two still get along well enough. Annie’s an amateur photographer, during a time period where photography is considered a relatively new art form. The two go to her apartment, and share familial anecdotes and personal stories about themselves. And as they talk, we also see a set of subtitles on top of each of them that betray their inner feelings and thoughts.

I do genuinely like the stylings of the movie, goddamn. This conversation leads to Alvy asking her out on a date, although they end up scheduling it after Annie auditions at a nightclub as a singer. And while it doesn’t go great, Alvy tells her she was fantastic, and they share a kiss before they head to dinner. They head to her place afterwards, and we cut to later that night, post-coitus.

And then, we get a flash-forward back to the next day, where the two are at a bookstore, and Alvy speaks on his personal philosophy of life.

I'm obsessed with uh, with death, I think. Big - big subject with me, yeah. I have a very pessimistic view of life. You should know this about me if we're gonna go out. You know, I - I feel that life is - is divided up into the horrible and the miserable. Those are the two categories, you know. The - the horrible would be like, um, I don't know, terminal cases, you know, and blind people, crippled. I don't know how they get through life. It's amazing to me. You know, and the miserable is everyone else. That's - that's - so - so - when you go through life - you should be thankful that you're miserable because you're very lucky to be miserable.

Iiiiinteresting.

Shortly into their relationship, they admit they’re in love (or “lurve”, as Alvy says). She moves in with Alvy, which he initially isn’t the biggest fan of, having been burned in two previous marriages And already, their relationship is showing a few bumps. Alvy’s also always trying to push her to take college classes, while she uses mariuana whenever they have sex, which Alvy doesn’t agree with.

But as they have sex one night, without the marijuana at Alvy’s urging, Annie’s mind wanders - LITERALLY.

This film...this film has a VERY unique style of visual storytelling, and I am HERE for it! Seriously, I genuinely love this method of storytelling and comedy, it’s extremely engaging to me.

Soon enough, Alvy gets an interview to write for a talk show host, which he ABSOLUTELY despises. But in doing so, he decides to go into stand-up for himself, and is actually quite successful at it! But before we get to that, we’re at the halfway point! See you in Part 2!

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Top 10 Best Movies of 2020

2020 - what a year, eh? What a jolly, cheerful and happy year it has been, with hardly any problems and a general peaceful and prosperous time for the ever progressive people of Earth! I’m kidding, let’s get real, what the hell was 2020 all about?! What a way to begin the decade! At least we got some movies, emphasis on ‘some’ as most of them got delayed due to cinema closures. In any case, there were still some little gems that gave us some form of limited escapism in these hardship times, and here they are, my favourite films of 2020...

Honourable mentions: An American Pickle, Emma, Phineas and Ferb The Movie: Candace Against the Universe

10) COLOR OUT OF SPACE - “Milk the Alpacas!” With call-backs to 80′s John Carpenter horror films, with an added flair of Nicolas Cage and alpacas (you heard me), we are slowly plunged into a hellish landscapes of madness, deformity and desolation. So, ya know, a typical Saturday night watch with the kids!

Full review: https://agentnico.tumblr.com/post/611042880586481664/colour-out-of-space-2020-review

9) UNHINGED - “I don’t think you really know what a bad day is. But you’re going to find out.” In any other year, this thing wouldn’t make the list. In 2020, a B-movie action film with a road-raging Russell Crowe is exactly the kind of entertainment I’m after! This by no means a great film, but with all the cheesy one liners and obvious foreshadowing, with Russell chewing up the scenery like it’s nobody’s business, you’re guaranteed to not be bored.

Full review: https://agentnico.tumblr.com/post/625701541861523456/unhinged-2020-review

8) MA RAINEY’S BLACK BOTTOM - “I’ve got my time coming to me.” When it comes to the year’s best performance, hands down its Chadwick Boseman as the trumpet player in this film, providing us with with a role with such heart and soul (appropriately for the jazz subject), who at first comes off as this self-obsessed selfish arrogant snob who only cares about achieving his own stardom, but then as his layers are unpacked, we discover that underneath this façade is a man filled with such sadness and rage, having endured much profound trauma in his past, and it’s all brought to life so powerfully by Boseman’s dedicated performance. This role alone proves what a truly talented actor we’ve lost this year. Wakanda forever!

Full review: https://agentnico.tumblr.com/post/637939894686285824/ma-raineys-black-bottom-2020-review

7) THE DEVIL ALL THE TIME - "I ain’t gonna take the blame for no bastard child!” Robert Pattinson plays a high pitched voiced priest that is a pervert. Somehow I’m sold!

Full review: https://agentnico.tumblr.com/post/629773151704858624/the-devil-all-the-time-2020-review

6) BILL & TED FACE THE MUSIC - “Be excellent to one another, and party on dudes!!” Any other year, this film would have passed the public’s eye without much of an impression and would have vanished into oblivion. In 2020 though, where so much negativity has been imposed upon us all, the simplistic absurdist debauchery of Bill and Ted is exactly what was needed to lighten everyone’s mood. Excellent!!

Full review: https://agentnico.tumblr.com/post/627980138875912192/bill-ted-face-the-music-2020-review

5) DA 5 BLOODS - “We won't let nobody use our rage against us. We control our rage.” Director Spike Lee is in the house, this time lighting up another joint and taking us on an adventure to find some treasure, whilst also providing commentary on the hardships of the Vietnam war and the PTSD that it caused to its survivors. Great cast, powerful message and a Black Panther to seal the deal!

Full review: https://agentnico.tumblr.com/post/620819114989076480/da-5-bloods-2020-review

4) THE GENTLEMEN - “There’s only one rule in this jungle! When the lion is hungry, he eats.” This is such a cool film! Like, that’s the best way to put it: so cool!! Simply a bunch of cool geezers acting all cool and mighty spilling Guy Ritchie’s cool dialogue whilst appearing super cool. Did I mention this film is cool?! So cool!!

Full review: https://agentnico.tumblr.com/post/190289146259/the-gentlemen-2020-review

3) SOUL - “Your life is so sad and pathetic and you’re working hard to get back to it. I mean, why? This I gotta see!” Dang it, Pixar, you’ve done it again!! In this case, it’s the movie’s earnest and profound message of learning to enjoy the little things that makes it so touching to the, ahem, soul. It may not seem like it right now, but we shall all be okay. Everything will be okay. Stay safe everyone.

Full review: https://agentnico.tumblr.com/post/638668902755336192/soul-2020-review

2) THE TRIAL OF THE CHICAGO 7 - “We're not going to jail because of what we did. We're going to jail because of who we are!” This courtroom drama is an eye-opener of the reality of American dream and politics, and is a must-watch, even though it’s a bit late now to fix such a broken system. I’m sure many Americans may see this film as unpatriotic, but reality is actually not far from what this film is saying. It speaks the truth. The Aaron Sorkin truth! Then again, as heard many times before: “YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!”

Full review: https://agentnico.tumblr.com/post/632238115847913473/the-trial-of-the-chicago-7-2020-review

1) EUROVISION SONG CONTEST: THE STORY OF FIRE SAGA - “Play Ja Ja Ding Dong!!” Look, I’m not even ashamed to say it, I absolutely loved this movie! It may not be the pinnacle of modern day filmmaking, but it brought so much zany fun and cheesiness that was a breath of fresh air this year. With a scene stealing performance from Dan Stevens as a campy Russian pop singer, and filled with cheesy original pop songs such as “Lion of Love”, “Double Trouble” and “Husavik”, this is THE feel-good movie of the year. I also have a special sentimental place in my heart for this flick since I told my girlfriend for the first time that I loved her after watching this movie. What can I say, I’m a hopeless romantic! I follow up a Will Ferrell with an “I love you”. This one’s for you, my lovely!

Full review: https://agentnico.tumblr.com/post/622342894264664064/eurovision-song-contest-the-story-of-fire-saga

With that we close the book of 2020, and open up the cover of 2021. Oh boy, here we go again!...

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good news, sluts! my brain's no longer being completely stupid (only mostly), i've seen the new asides and...have some thought-y thot thoughts:

*deep inhale*

Okay, first things first: this art style is soooo fucking cUTE and I'm a jealous, squealing bitch. Anyone who knows who the artist is, could you link me to them, stat? I think Thomas mentioned them at the beginning of the ep, but nYeh, brain hurt, doesn't wanna do wooork-

Okay, I'll admit, I was a little...apprehensive when I first saw the thumbnail and title. Part of it's just me being a bitter Remus Stan, but also...okay, deep breaths, controversial opinion time, get ready:

I don't ship Prinxiety.

Like, at all.

I can see the appeal, and these dorks were so very, VERY cute in this particular ep, but I was honestly turned off by the ship long ago due to how overwhelmingly popular it is and how some fans characterize these two and treat this relationship as if it's the only valid one, y'know, the works—slight tangent, but that's also why I don't ship Logicality or Remile. I honestly vibe much better with ships like Roceit or Analogical, y'know?

Cutting in for another brief tangent: I'm surprisingly okay with Demus/Dukeceit/Receit/Trashnoodle/Whatever-Their-Ship-Name-Is-Oh-God-Why-Do-They-Have-So-Many-Fucking-Names; maybe it's cause they haven't actually interacted in canon and the fan content gives me such good Gay Disney Villain content, idk man im weird—).

Still, their interactions were both hilarious and sweet and like I said, I see the appeal, it's just not my cup of tea. y'all Prinxiety fans got fucking FED and I'm happy for you nerds. Enjoy ze happy boys!

I guess another factor in my...low-key hesitance when I first saw what the ep was about is that...okay, get ready, another controversial opinion, le gasp: well, I'm not a big Virgil fan. In fact, at times, he swaps places with Patton as my least favorite sides—especially with some of his recent behavior in eps like DWIT (the "prohibit your breathing comment" really triggered me, for example). Sometimes, his attitude, especially around other sides like Roman or Janus, reminds me a little too much of my sister, who I don't have...a very good relationship with. Add to that how the more...intense side of the fandom has a disturbing tendency to turn him into the 'uwu precious woobie emo baby who can do no wrong' while unnecessarily villainizing other CERTAIN sides in the process, and...I think you all see where I'm going with this little rant 😅

However, upon actually watching the ep, he wasn't...that bad? I don't think? I enjoyed watching him be a flustered, disaster-y mess and genuinely excited at the end, his interactions with Roman were nice enough, and him literally pushing Thomas to make a move with Nico despite his obvious panic attack was a nice moment of genuine character development. I like seeing that, that's the good shit right there. And him being all flustered and shit, and smiling so much at the end of the vid was just...well, adorable. This man has no fucking right to be this cute, my god

alsoooo

pURPLE EYESHADOW

PURPLE EYESHADOW HE LOOKS?? SO GOOD?? WTF?? SLAY EMO, SLAAAAAAAY FUCK, DOES THIS MEAN I HAVE TO CHANGE MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME NOW?

alsoooo

hAPPY ROMAN

YESSSSS~ MAH BOI MAH SON MAH DUMB BITCH HIMBO PRINCE MAH EXTRA MESSY CINNAMON ROLL

ITS BEEN SO LONG

AND HIS LITTLE HEART EYES THROUGHOUT THE VID, OH MY GOD-

IMMA JUST IGNORE THAT "ADDING [MISTAKE] TO THE LIST" COMMENT I AM LOOKING AWAY I DO NOT SEE IT LALALALALA

THOMATHY, SIR, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT MAKING THESE TWO GAY IDIOTS SO BAEBY

Okay, but Virgil not realizing that "cyberstalking in real life" is literally just stalking is both a big ass mood and further proof that, yes, Logan is indeed the only one holding the braincell out of this disaster of a lot. God help them all if he ducks out in the next ep.

👀

And Thomas x Trash Can is my new OTP. I dub thee ✨ "Trashmas" ✨

we sTAN TRASHMAS

Wait, does that mean Remus actually WAS in the ep? Cause, y'know, trash man?

hmmm

👀 👀

Okay, okay.

With how much Virgil and Roman were going off about Thomas constantly lying, I was (understandably) a tad bit disappointed my snek son didn't even make a fucking cameo, but y'know what? In hindsight, I'm okay with this it's fineee~

He was just off playing with shadow puppets and stealing money from us desperate, content-starved peasants with his sheer extra-ness and, honestly? Gotta respect the hustle.

Get that precious, precious coin, dapper snake! Wring us poor losers dryyyy!

*evil snek laugh*

Also, this is a breather ep and adding Janus in probably would've caused unnecessary drama with the Roceit breakup and the constant antagonism between Virgil and him. It probably would've distracted from the point of the ep (flirting with social anxiety, exactly what it says in the tin)—much like it wasn't really Virgil or Remus's place to show up during POF. Does that make sense? I think it makes sense. Sorry, brain going brr-

Still, I can't believe the "Fuck Janus Sanders" Club is actually canon now 😂

God, first Patton in a skirt and now this.

Thomas Sanders, you delight in fucking feEDING this gremlin nest of a fanbase, don’t you? You RELISH our screams of joy and pain and suffering, dON’T YOU?

What's next, actual canonical Janus and Remus interaction? Patton saying the fuck word? The Dragon Witch comes back? Janus's bowler hat gains sentience and takes over the world, Doris-style? What do you have planned, Thomas? Joan? WHAT ART THOU PLANNING, I MUST KNOW YOU HEATHENS YOU FIENDS-

And Virgil's little "would it be fair to him" comment, tho.

👀

Like, I get in the context of the ep, he was likely talking about Nico and how it wouldn’t be good for a potential relationship with Tomas to be founded on lies, but still...my anxceit heart aches, man.

Gimme that sweet, sweet angst with a side of mutual regret and possible future reconciliation and maybe something more wink wink nudge nudge on top, pls

...and fries.

Honestly, tho, that entire bathroom monologue was fucking beautiful, man. And relatable, too—i can't tell you how many times I've talked to myself in public restrooms because I just didn't know how to get the words I wanted to say out. It's...kind of embarrassing, tbh

Speaking of embarrassing, uh, crying stall guy.

Just...

Crying Stall Guy

Like, I was expecting someone to come out the bathroom stall after Thomas stopped talking, but...I honestly wasn't expecting that. God, that whole scene was so cringe worthy and fucking hilarious

Honestly, Thomas in the ep in general was a huge ass mOOD and we collective gay/bi disasters ALL related with him, and if you say you don't, you're either lying to yourself or a demon.

There is no in between

sorry I don't make the rules

Like, I get this series is literally a gay disaster talking to himself for thirty minutes or longer, but like- EMPHASIS on the 'disaster' part 😂

Like...Thomas, you're lucky you're such a goddamn bean, because GOD, I cringing so hard when he first started talking to Nico

Although, I too have apologized profusely for genuine mistakes and am a flustered bi mess around my crush sooo

😅

And god, Roman's "thirty = old man" jokes made me feel old...and I literally just turned twenty, like, come on, man!

Maybe that's because I was literally watching this ep after finishing my ACT and had been sitting with a bunch of high schoolers, with their tiny fucking desks and tiny fucking water fountains smeh

*clears throat*

Anyways, uh, we STAN Nico Pintrovert Florés in this house

He gives me such big Carlos from WTNV vibes for some reason and this makes me sooo happy

and YESS, he's a WRITER

And he's??? So sweet?? A pure bean?? Just sits on his laptop at the mall food court all day, like a god-fucking iCON?? A Nightmare Before Christmas fan?? weARS GLASSES??

my hEART

*cries*

The fandom seems torn between "Nicomas" and "Karrot Kings" as a ship name atm—personally speaking, I'm casting my vote for the latter

*crosses fingers* please dont be another janus x remus multiple ship name issue guys, please please please I can't keep track of them all-

*clears throat*

On that note, I'm guess I'm gonna go try and whoo over my crush with carrots now. If THIS disaster can do it and make it actually fucking work, god damnit, so cAN I

Meanwhile, in hell, my brain's just screaming "CANON LOVE INTEREST CANON LOVE INTEREST CANON LOVE INTEREST-"

God, I hope Nico isn't just a one-shot character, he's too pure and Thomas and him are adorable gay Disney fans and I stan

Oh, I wonder how the other sides'll react to him.

Wait.

Oh god.

This ep just unleashed a new fresh hell of potential Nico x Sides ships, hasn't it?

Welp, time to prepare for ze incoming flood of fanfics, I guess. I'll get my umbrella and rain boots.

That last shot of Virgil during the endcard was so fucking ominous oh my god mom im scared can you come pick me up-

Goddammit, Thomas and Joan, I'm NOT fucking ready to be traumatized again, fUCK

I wish I wasn't a broke ass university student so I could contribute to Thomas's gloriously extra Patreon—both so I can support my favorite content creators who make this amazing blessed content and also, to join my boi Janus in fucking destroying society by giving money to the people who actually deserve it, fuck YOU GOVERNMENT-

Okay.

New headcanon time as to why Patton, Remus, and Logan weren't in the ep: they were helping Jan film that Patreon promotional video.

Remus directed it, Logan helped with the lighting and script, and Patton was just there as the cheerleader.

The reason Janus made a dog with shadow puppets wasn't just to flaunt his deity status and prove how he is truly above us mere wretched mortals

despite that being the absolute truth and we all know it, don't lie to yourselves

No, it was really him trying to do something cute and silly for Patton, because Moceit rights, daMMIT

*inhales*

noww

guys, gals, and nonbinary pals

it’s time forr

the most wonderful time of the yearrr

WAITING FOR THE NEXT EPISODE

Step right up, folks! Hear ye, hear ye, my prediction for the next episode: Prinxiety v. Moceit! With special guest stars: Karrot Kings vibing in adorable gay and Intrulogical, bitter at being excluded aGAIN

Who will win? Who will lose?

here’s a hint: we all will because in this sick twisted game they are no winners only losers-

Place your bets, folks! ✨

Haha im not readyyy~

tl;dr

this episode has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and ended my suffering—an adorable calm before the... angsty fucking shitstorm that’s coming far too soon. Prinxiety stans, enjoy your food. Place an 'F' in the chat for me and my fellow grieving Remus stans. Trashmas is the true OTP, but Karrot Kings is cute too I guess. I've only had Nico Florés for 24 minutes, but if anything happens to him, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself. Purple eyeshadow Virgil makes me question my sexuality aGAIN, and happy gay disney prince rights y'all. Say a big ole 'fuck you' to capitalism by giving your local dapper snake moneys. Concussion makes brain go brr and imma go buy some carrots and be gay now.

psst hey @quarantinevibes2020 you wanna join me in being disaster-y? i’ll bring my best gay stare and you bring the wine

Until next time, my lovelies! ~ Ches 🖤

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