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[starfish-locks]

Kiki's delivery service Lockscreens

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#lockscreens #wallpaper #phone lockscreen #phone wallpaper #kiki's delivery service #jiji the cat #kiki and jiji #kiki's delivery service lockscreen #kiki's delivery service phone lock #kiki's delivery service wallpaper #studio ghibli lockscreens #studio ghibli movies #studio ghibli #studio ghibli kiki's delivery service #studio ghibli phone lock #hayao miyazaki

[tamisdava2]

tagged by @the-east-hunter

5 fav movies, 4 fav songs rn, 3 essentials, 2 fav books, 1 quote

Five favorite movies:

The little prince 2015

Kukaracha

Howl’s moving castle

IT

kiki's delivery service

4 fav songs:

Enemy

Surface pressure

იმღერე რამე

I wanna be your slave

3 essentials

Phone

Pencil/pen

Somewhere where I can doodle something

2 fav books:

Idiot

A collection of short stories by Nodar Dumbadze

1 quote:

Eh, my Kukaracha, nobody really knows what a soul is, in my opinion soul is thought and dreams of a human locked in a bottle, like jinn from fairytales, it has been constantly striving for freedom from the day of it’s appearance and there comes a moment when we with our will or without it, we release it. But more often it releases itself, liberated human thought creates incredible miracles, in art, science, literature. For me every genius is suddenly escaped jinn from the bottle, of course among them are strong and weak ones, but in my opinion it doesn’t matter, the point is that they equally experience the happiness of the acquisition of freedom.” - Mrs. Aniko form Kukaracha

I will tag: @themousefromfantasyland @granny-griffin @ako-kipali @giugirl743 aand anyone who would like to join.

#ask game #I've watched the film and play of Kukaracha but I've never read the actual original text. which is shame #I wonder if Mrs. Aniko says this amazing quote in the original story too. Or it's something that #I wonder if Mrs. Aniko says this amazing quote in the original story too. Or it's something that film director made up. #Anyway I've translated this quote long ago. fixed the translation in some places. And I am proud. even if it has grammar mistakes.

[furashuban]

📱, 💕, 📷, 📖, ☠, 🎥, 📻, and 📸 but only if you're absolutely comfortable with it - no worries if you aren't :))

It's alright I'm totally cool with answering these, also I appreciate it a lot :>

📱 Show your phone lock screen and/or home screen

An intentionally low res image of this doggo.

For context my siblings and I decided to make all of our lock screens into random dog pictures just for the heck of it and is now kind of a vague inside joke we have sdfqfvw

For my home screen though, I'm actually unsure if I'm allowed to share it since it's art that I think was commissioned and by someone who wasn't me, so I'm a little afraid of inadvertedly reposting, but my home screen is essentially art of Johanna and Kaisa stargazing together drawn by @/blagzdeath

💕 Your two top fave fictional characters

Without question, Hilda is one of my most fav character at the moment and my absolute comfort character :> meanwhile my most fav fictional character of all time is Lotte Jansson from Little Witch Academia.

📷 Post the 12th photo from your phone’s gallery

It's a screenshot from the Mountain King trailer that makes me chuckle out of context sdfqdvqv

(this is like the 3rd answer in a row that's Hilda-related my hyperfixation is absolutely showing)

📖 Fave book

It changes over time but I'm gonna pick 2 for this one, being Harriet The Spy by Louise Fitzhugh and Aster and The Mixed-Up Magic by Thom Pico & Karensac! Both completely different plots but revolve around strong child protagonists and have an indescribably cozy vibe to them. Personally I don't think the Harriet novel is for everyone, but I ABSOLUTELY reccomend people check out the Aster graphic novels!

☠ Something that angers you

I wouldn't know where to begin honestly 'cause I'm hardly ever angry at things (or at least I try not to be). But what def comes to mind is people deliberately referring to me by my deadname or using the wrong pronouns for me, even worse when they already know I'm transfemme yet REFUSE to correct themselves once I point out how uncomfortable I am being misidentified. Same feeling goes for when I see this experience happen to my friends or strangers who are also trans/nonbinary. It's just a hurtful thing to go through and some people just don't care to realize how immense it is to be misidentified,,

🎥 Fave film

Like the book answer, I wanna pick 2 of my favorite films of all time. Those would be Hugo (2011) and Kiki's Delivery Service (1989), both films are very heart-warming coming-of-age stories that've never failed to make me euphoric and cozy out of all the countless times I've rewatched them and I totally reccomend them to people who haven't seen them yet :D

📻 Fave song currently

Home To Me by Devil and The Deep Blue Sea, it's a somft song with a catchy melody of string instrumentals, and the track itself is simply a raw recording of the artists' live performance which adds more to the charm. I also tend to listen to it when writing OC stories because it's got the perfect vibe for my drafts.

📸 Post a selfie

Another intentionally grainy pic (which is also my new pfp for Bandcamp) since I don't often take photos of myself I'm sorry,,

#this is probably the most I've ever added pictures when answering an ask but it was also a lot of fun doing it :D #especially while i get to briefly gush about my fav media #thanks for the ask!! #asks #pikablob

[jadeee]

WAIT HOLD UP WHEN DID YOU CHANGE YOUR ICON

Lol I think last week. I really wanted an animated character or smthn like that but I was like 'where are the poc?!?!' 💀 I'm prob gonna change it again though.. idk. Rn I'm a studio ghibli girl bc my lock screen is the girl from "spirited away" and my icon is gigi from "kiki's delivery service"

I change my wallpaper on my phone all the time and I do the same for my tumblr bc ✨aesthetic ✨

#jade has mail

[manisesambatblogspotcom]

Totoro Wallpapers and Backgrounds is an application that provides the highest quality wallpapers for Totoro fans. By installing Totoro Wallpapers and Backgrounds you will get a collection of highest quality Totoro wallpapers such as cute Totoro wallpaper, Totoro HD wallpapers, Totoro live wallpaper ect. This application is made for the lovers of the Studio Ghibli Movies. With a friendly user interface and easy to use. HOW TO USE 1. Open Totoro Wallpapers and Backgrounds 2. Choose category you want 3. Choose your favorite photos 4. Click "Set Wallpaper" to set Home screen or Lock screen, or both. 5. Click "Save" to download the photo to your phone. 6. Click "Share" if you want to share the photo on Facebook, Twitter, Message, etc APPLICATION ADVANTAGES ✔ Best Totoro wallpapers ✔ High-quality photos (HD, full HD, 2k, 4k) ✔ 100% Free ✔ Easy to use ✔ Autofit wallpaper to your device resolution ✔ Favorites menu. FEATURED CATEGORY: > Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (1984) > Castle in the Sky (1986) > Grave of the Fireflies (1988) > My Neighbor Totoro (1988) > Kiki's Delivery Service (1989) > Porco Rosso (1992) > Pom Poko (1994) > Whisper of the Heart (1995) > Princess Mononoke (1997) > My Neighbors the Yamadas (1999) > Spirited Away (2001) > Howl's Moving Castle (2004) > Ponyo on the Cliff by the Sea (2008) > The Secret World Of Arrietty (2010) > The Wind Is Rising (2013) > The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2013) > When Marnie Was There (2014) DISCLAIMER This application is made by Totoro fans, and it is unofficial. The content in this app is not affiliated with, endorsed, sponsored, or specifically approved by any company. This app is mainly for entertainment and for all fans to enjoy these Ghibli Wallpapers. Thank you!

#my neighbor totoro #totoro #ghibliwallpaper #ghibliwallpaperhd

[starsscribble]

Bother

Fandom: DC Comics Character: Jason Todd

It seemed to be just you patrolling tonight; which was weird. Sitting on the edge of a rooftop swinging your legs you pull out your phone to text Jason. Jason was currently on bed rest after a bad run-in with Scarecrow. That was his reason for not being out tonight. Jason sent you a picture of the movie he was watching; it was Kiki’s Delivery Service. You figured that you might call it an early night since no one else seemed to be out. You would swing by your place first to change and then stop by Jason’s with some late Chinese maybe pizza. That was still up in the air as you made your way back towards your apartment.

You didn’t knock on Jason’s door since at some point in the relationship you both stopped doing it. You had decided to just get Chinese food and picked up some frozen pizza and sweets at a convenience store along the way. Opening the door to the apartment you stopped. There on the couch and floor were the people you had wondered about earlier in the night. You were surprised that they were all here and not fighting. They all seemed to be enjoying the others company as they watched a movie. Jason looked towards the door; seeing you he paused the movie causing multiple heys to be thrown his way. He ignored them as he stood up and walked towards you. The group of guests seemed to finally notice that you were there as they all greeted you in their own ways. You just smiled and waved. Jason took one of the bags you had as you both headed towards the kitchen. Once in there you heard the tv start up again. Jason let out a sigh that he had seemed to be holding in.

“Why didn’t you tell me they would be over? I would have gotten food for them as well.” You questioned as you put away the frozen goods.

“Because,” Jason’s voice got loud; it was enough to go over the tv. “They will be leaving once that movie is over.” Ah, you now got it; they had shown up to check on him. Then ended up inviting themselves to stay over. You couldn’t help but chuckle as Jason looked at you.

“It’s not funny.” He said, you smiled and kissed his cheek.

“You might be annoyed, Jay. But it’s nice to know they care. Because it’s what family does.” Jason only gave you another annoyed sigh.

Trust to Jason’s words once the movie finished he proceed to boot them all out of his apartment. Once they were gone you took the bag the Chinese food was in and set it on the coffee table along with some forks and spoons. Jason after locking the door come back to sit by you with a huff.

“You know, no one bothered me this much when I was dead.” He spoke as you handed him his lo mein. Jason took it as you laid your legs across his lap.

“I think it’s sweet they come to check up on you.”

“They could have texted. Instead, they just show up!” You laughed.

“That is a bit of a double standard coming from you.” You spoke before popping a dumpling in your mouth. Jason opened his mouth to speak but then just simply closed it. You smiled as he flipped through the tv channels.

“Jason. Family cares about each other. You might try and push them away but they still care. Trust me. Don’t push them away. They love you, and you will miss them when they are gone.” He said nothing just nodded.

#DC comics #dc comics imagine #Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood imagine

[shamefullymadethis]

Chapter 9 - Just two lonely people

Writing below the cut! You don’t gotta read it to understand future chapters, but I think it’s really cute.

MASTER LIST

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader [BNHA]

Chapter Warnings: Alcohol reference (Slurred texting), angst (depression/trauma implied)

Summary: Y/n is a semi-well known artist online, and also a big fan of gaming youtuber, Shinsou. Shinsou has decided to start a new series of one of y/n's favorite games, so they decide to make fanart. Chaos ensues.

A/N: I had a l o t of fun writing this little bit. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

Words: 1.1k

After sending the text “sure :)” you sit there watching your phone with restless eyes. It starts to settle in that being on call with Shinsou might make it more difficult to sleep. You hear your pulse in your ears and decide to lock your phone and throw it onto your bed as you put on some pajamas. You note to yourself that getting dressed for bed shouldn’t be this hard, but for some reason choosing what to wear was a difficult task. You hear your phone start buzzing as you are putting on your pants. You rush to pull up some soft christmas themed pants you have and practically lurch to grab your phone. You press the green button while tripping over the bottom of your pants. With a thud your phone is now on the floor facing the ceiling as you gather your bearings. 

“Hello?” With a questioning tone, a familiar deep and rough around the edges voice comes from your phone.

You groan as you sit up and rub your head, and grab your phone.

On your screen is Shinsou wearing a black shirt that looks a bit too big for him. This whole situation is strangely familiar, but also very new and different. You’ve seen this man’s face so much that you could draw it without reference. You’ve heard his voice so often over the years that you could pick him out of a line up of faceless people. But this time there’s no gameplay, and there’s no script. 

“Helloooo,” you say as you sit on your bed.

You prop your phone up on the lamp next to your alarm on the bedside table. You sit criss cross applesauce with your hands in your lap fidgeting with the loose string at the end of your pants. You still haven’t noticed the red mark on your forehead from your collision with the ground.

“How are you, is your head alright,” asks Shinsou as the corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk.

“Ahhhh, yeah it’s alright. I just tripped trying to get to my phone,” you say tapping your forehead.

He lets out a laugh, and you feel every muscle in your body relax. It starts to settle in that this isn’t just some Y/N fanfic, and that the real (and you mean REAL) Shinsou is on the phone with you right now. The way he laughs reminds you of his videos, but something feels a bit different. It feels so much more genuine now that you could see him react without video cuts between parts. Seeing him in real time is making you realize how human he is. Not to say that you didn’t know that before, afterall you have several other friends with large followings and they are human. But this time it really hits you, because you knew your friends before the fame. You feel a bit awkward as you start to realize how much you idolized him leading up to this.

“What can I say! I’m a bit of a klutz,” you say with a smile.

“Mhm. I do have to say, for someone who wants to go to sleep I don’t think that sitting straight up like that is doing you any good,” he remarks while grinning and resting his head on his hand.

“What time is it where you are,” you ask.

“Hmm, about 10:30 at night…”

“We’re in the same timezone then!”

“I assumed we were in the same area given we have the same area code in our numbers,” he replies with a small laugh.

You feel your face warm up as you realize that he paid attention to little details like that.

“Well for someone who should get more sleep I don’t think a desk is the best place to do that,” you retort while raising one brow.

He shrugs and replies, “Got me there.” He grabs his phone and turns off his lights. For a moment the whole screen is black and then you see him plop onto his pillow. The only thing illuminating his face is a dim light that you can’t see in the frame. He places his phone somewhere beside his bed and brings his arm under his head. You notice that his hair looks a bit looser now, with pieces falling out of place and in front of his face. A stark contrast to his wild, untamable, and stiff hair you’ve seen on screen. It looks almost as relaxed as he is right now.

You follow suit and turn your phone so it’s now in landscape mode. You slip under your blanket and mimic him unconsciously by putting your arm under your head. Soon after realizing that you did that, you readjust and settle on hugging your arms to your chest. You reach over briefly to turn off your light, when it turns off you start glowing under the blue LED lights you’ve placed around the perimeter of the ceiling in your room. 

“You have LED lights,” Shinsou inquires.

You reach over to grab the small color remote, and wave it at your phone.

“Yup! I have trouble sleeping in the dark, so having at least a little bit of light helps me sleep,” you answer.

He responds with a quiet “ooo” that rumbles in his chest. You smile and press the green button at the top.

“The green is cool, but this is my favorite one,” you say as you look for the red button and press it, “eviiiiiil.”

Shinsou gives you a breathy laugh as he watches you fiddle with the buttons on the remote. You give him a tour through the different colors and settings as he responds with more “ooo”s and “ahh”s. You go into detail on how each one makes you feel, the color theory behind it, and what kind of scene you picture with it. The two of you both go back and forth bouncing ideas off each other and building little worlds and stories for each color.

“I imagine a big,” you yawn, “field… with this one.”

“What else do you see,” he asks.

You close your eyes. 

“Mmmm… flowers, and… a black cat… there’s a radio… playing,” a fog starts to settle into your mind as you picture this world.

“That sounds like Kiki’s Delivery Service,” he replies.

“Yeah… just… like that,” you say as your hand goes loose and the remote falls beside your bed.

You start to drift into sleep as Shinsou quietly says, “Good night, y/n.”

That night you dream of laying in that field with the flowers and radio playing. Out of the corner of your eye you see the tall grass give way to someone who lays next to you. You feel warm as you turn your head to see Shinsou laying next to you. You spend the day gazing at clouds and telling each other stories about the things you see in them.

#bnha #bnha smau #bnha fanfiction #bnha fake texts #bnha fake tweets #mha #mha smau #mha fanfiction #mha fake texts #mha fake tweets #bnha x reader #mha x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso #shinsou #shinso #bnha shinsou #bnha shinso #mha shinsou #mha shinso #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader

[missfeisty199]

“What About Our Tea?”

(Friendlypack Fic)

Summary: They were going to be enjoying a nice cup of hot tea to warm from the overbearing wintertime outside, but things get thrown in a whole other direction when Stan walks in on Jimmy changing.

Content warnings: major angst with a very happy ending, mention of prostitution/sex work, mention of abuse, mention of self-loathing, loss of one’s virginity, explicit sex between male and male (with consent of course). 

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Author’s Note: WOW, this was WAY longer than I had initially planned! This idea was only inspired by this scene from “Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World”, but the thought of what it would be like for Stan to (finally!) lose his virginity to Jimmy got a hold of me, so here we are. Hope you still love this fic!  

It has been unusually frigid in the bustling city of Los Santos lately. Even in the wintertime on other occasions, the city still maintains a sort of warm climate with soft winds and clear skies. Fall, Winter, Spring, or even come Summer, the Los Santos sun still shines on as it stares down the city with raging heat.

This time, however, wintertime is actually what wintertime entails. Freezing winds, light fall of snowflakes, thick attire, snow as white as a pure lamb covering every inch of ground, and plenty of hot drinks to go around. It was currently this that Stan Wheeler and Jimmy Bending were discussing as they walked along an empty central park at night.

“Surely you wouldn’t just have straight hot water with nothing in it,” Jimmy muttered to Stan as he lit a cigarette to get some sort of warmth through him. “I’m not even sure that’s healthy.”

“Oh, but it sure is, Friendly J! The warmness kills off all the bad stuff inside and cleans the pores!” Stan replied with confidence.

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Pretty sure it doesn’t work that way, but whatever.”

The pair had just recently finished off what was thought of to be a normal delivery in the Sandy Shores area until it turned out to be another accomplice bait thrown by Mr. Lang Buddha and his stooges. Memories of the Polito Bank robbery came flooding into both men’s conscience, sending panicked chills down their spines. Luckily the men played both their cards right exactly the same way they did in Polito, managing to get off safely just the same way.

Mr. Buddha did manage to take Jimmy’s car keys again, along with the actual vehicle itself instead of just abandoning it this time, and with Kiki being too busy with a film shoot to pick them up, the two were left no other option but to go on foot in the snow. They had been walking for what felt like hours until they finally made it back to Vinewood, catching sight of the park in which they presently found themselves strolling through.

Reflecting on all that has happened in the day, Jimmy let out a deep sigh as he exhaled the smoke from the cigarette, seeing his own breath in the chilled air. “Well, this has been a pretty lousy excuse of a date.” He did not intend for the wording to be taken so seriously, but it apparently caused Stan to stop walking and look at Jimmy perturbed.

“S-so t-this is a d-date, eh?” the older companion stuttered.

“Oh, did I say this was a date?” Jimmy sarcastically questioned.

Even with the freezing temperature, Stan felt his face heat up in a blush. “W-well uh...um...i-it sure sounded l-like you did.”

Seeing his friend fluster gave Jimmy the leverage to tease him. “Hmm, guess it was just a slip of the tongue, Staniel.”

He flashed Stan a mocking smirk, actually getting quite amused at the fact that he was so stunned about this that his frequent bold speech had melted into a sheer blubbering stutter. Jimmy even winked at Stan, even though his dark shades would thankfully prevent him from seeing so. Not only that, but it secretly made Jimmy feel honored that even he had that effect on Stan and not just beautiful women.

“O-oh…tongue, yeah...”

Remembering where they were and what weather they were standing in reminded Jimmy of where the two were heading to. “Anyways,” he began, “we gotta get out of here before a blizzard freezes us stiff.”

Clearing his throat, Stan agreed. “You’re right, Friendly J.”

“Besides, the night ain’t over just yet, Sunflower. I think there’s a thingy over here somewhere.”

The perplexed look returned in Stan’s expression. “A thingy?”

“Ya know, a shortcut to the apartments,” Jimmy corrected as he made his way across the road and in the direction of behind some buildings, Stan obviously tailing right behind him like a loyal puppy.

They may have spent God knows how long walking straight from Sandy Shores in the heavy snow, but for whatever reason, it was as though the way to the apartment complex had the duo fly by in a dazed void. Stan was about to head over to his apartment when he felt Jimmy hold on to his hand suddenly, the touch startling him.

“I ain’t gonna leave ya to sit with just a cup of hot steaming water,” Jimmy chuckled as he pulled Stan towards his own place. Stan had no other choice but to go along with it.

They entered Jimmy’s apartment, thankful for the little warmth it brought at the very least. Jimmy stubbed out the butt of his cigarette on a small ashtray buy the window and shrugged off his thick jacket, chucking it at the sofa that rested in the corner of the living room. He gave Stan the okay to do the same for his winter coat as they made their way to the small kitchenette.

“Ya ain’t tricking me into having that devil’s juice, are ya?” Stan asked Jimmy as he took a seat at the far-too-small table in Jimmy’s kitchen.

“I wish it was that easy, Wheeler,” the younger of the two replied. “I’m not. However, since you are so damn picky about what you put into your body, I’m gonna treat you to a nice hot cup of tea. ”

Stan was taken aback. “Tea? You mean the beverage that entitles dirty leaves contaminating the drinking water?”

As if Stan’s own lead-filled bottled water was any better, Jimmy thought to himself. “Look, it shouldn’t be all that bad since ya technically have to use pure clean water to make it.” Jimmy opened his fridge to take out a Brita-filter pitcher full of cold water. “Besides, ya have to boil said water as well.”

Stan was still reluctant given his own biased preferences, but he was grateful that Jimmy was being generous to help them warm up from the weather. “O-oh alrighty then,” he mumbled.

“So, what kind of tea do ya want?” Jimmy asked the blond man once he had poured water into the kettle pot and turned on the stove.

“There’s more than one kind?”

Jimmy had opened one of the cabinets and took out a box full of mixed tea bags. “Let’s see... we have Raspberry Zinger, Country Peach Passion, Wild Berry Zinger, True Blueberry, Black Cherry Berry, Peppermint, Sleepy Time...”

He continued on listing off what seemed like a tremendous assortment of tea flavors, so much so that Stan had begun to wonder if Jimmy was pulling his leg and just making up names to spite him. When he had not said anything after a while, Jimmy took advantage of picking out a flavor himself.

“I think I’ll go with a nice cup of Sleepy Time,” he said, enjoying the fact that Stan had no say in it otherwise.

Stan knew this as well, accepting his defeat. “That sure sounds good to me.”

Jimmy had set two separate tea bags on the kitchen table, taking a seat across from Stan.

Neither of them said anything for a while, the only sounds filling in the room coming from the soft bubbling of the boiling water in the kettle. Jimmy ran a hand through the tealed locks of his hair before going to rub his face, the other hand pulling off his shades, but not entirely so that Stan could see his eyes. Stan always wondered to himself why Jimmy would never let him see what his actual eyes look like. He has only caught very quick glimpses when his seizure spasms would cause him to accidentally knock off Jimmy’s sunglasses, but the younger man would turn away in pain and frantically search for his shades.

Stan could not remember if Jimmy’s eyes were a dark hue of hazel or brown or perhaps a unique color of green. The only thing he knew was that Jimmy suffered from migraines from time to time, so it was best that he always had his shades on to block out any bright lights and such.

Stan was about to bring it up with Jimmy at last but thought against it at the last minute. He decided to go with some other topic. “So, I never figured a cool guy like ya would be into some of the tea.” Then he felt bad for even saying anything at all.

“Oh, I have some once and a while,” Jimmy said, making Stan thankful that he had not offended him. “I drink tea when my migraines just really get to me, or to relieve some stress from a day or night’s work. Like tonight.”

Stan could only vouch for that as well. “Yup yup,” he sighed.

Jimmy had finished massaging his face from all the stresses, putting his sunglasses back on.  

“You should really save the damn phone number for when they call again, that way you know to just fucking ignore it. Put the contact under something obvious, something like ‘Big Dick and His Henchmen, Don’t EVER Answer’.”

“B-but they said they know what we look like,” Stan nervously answered back. “Ignoring their call would just mean bullets planted into our skulls, Friendly J.”

“Yeah, I’d like to see them fucking try it,” Jimmy scoffed. He saw the scared look in Stan’s crystal blue eyes and sighed. “I’m kidding, Stan. Besides, if they hadn’t done so this second time around, they probably ain’t got the gonads to do it a third time...if there is a third time. I know I said to watch out for drug dealers like Buddha, but I’m sure they’re just putting up a front. All bark and no bite.”

“We should have seen it coming when they told us to meet them in Sandy Shores,” Stan uttered.

“The place where there ain’t hardly any service around, not even a bank to rob,” Jimmy finished off. “A big fucking waste of our time.” He glanced to the kettle pot on the stove, waiting to soothe his nerves of frustration as patiently as he could.

“I...I’m sorry about them taking your brand new vehicle, Jimmy.”

“Why’re you sorry, Stan? It wasn’t your fault.”

Stan shifted in his seat, a look of culpability in his eyes from what Jimmy could tell. “It...it kind of is. I was foolish to answer the call and agree to the deal.” His voice was quiet, so much so that Jimmy had to apply some extra hearing than normal, but he understood Stan clearly nonetheless.

“Aww, Stan. You didn’t know.” Jimmy reached across the table and placed a hand on Stan’s in a reassuring nature. “You were just looking to make some cash, doing your job as usual.”

“S-so you’re not u-upset with me?” Stan sounded like he was seconds away from shedding tears, and it hurt Jimmy to see him be so hard on himself. Yes, Jimmy had just bought the car today. Yes, they had to walk all the way back to the city because of it. Yes, Buddha threatened their lives if Jimmy were to call the cops or AAA.

However, he was not upset with Stan.

“It’s the whole circumstance I’m upset with, but not you, Stan. Never at you.”

This gave Stan a sense of relief. No, a lot of relief actually.

He still felt shivers from the outside run through his body, especially in his arms since he had on his regular baby blue polo shirt.

Jimmy took notice and got up from the table. “Let me go fetch you a blanket.” With that, he left Stan alone in the kitchen to head into his bedroom just down the hall. It gave Stan some time to be with his thoughts.

Gosh, darn it, Stan! You know you really fudged it up this time! Jimmy may not be fuming with you, but you know it really was all your fault he lost his brand new car! You know Mr. Buddha is a very dangerous man. You’ve seen and heard things about him. You know what he’s like! You know what he can do! When will you learn, Stan?! When will you learn that your actions have consequences?! Wait...where have I heard this before? Ah, darn it all, it doesn’t matter! What matters is that you could have gotten you and Friendly Jimmy killed! All because you wanted to make a quick buck, some quick dosh! I mean yes the people of Los Santos need water, and it is your dream to sell them the sweet glorious 10% lead-filled water, but you definitely should have known better! You gotta stop being so naive! Think about what you’d do if you lost Jimmy, all because of your actions! You would be nothing without Jimmy! No Jimmy means no point of living! You’ve lost Denisse, you may have lost the respect of your sweet baby boy Roy, but you certainly haven’t lost Jimmy just yet! Wait...speaking of Jimmy, how long does it take to grab a gosh darn blanket?

Stan quieted the voices in his head to look out for any clear sign that Jimmy was still around. The only thing he heard was the shrilling whistle of the kettle pot, signifying that their tea was ready. He got up from the kitchen table and turned off the stove, easing the cry of the appliance.

He figured since he was already up he might as well check up on his dear friend. The apartments are only so small enough for what they are worth, every room only being a few steps away, so it wasn’t like Jimmy could have gone too far. He made his way through the short hallway where he saw an open door to a room that Stan could only assume was Jimmy’s bedroom.

What he saw when he entered said room stunned him into a frozen shock. Stan saw Jimmy standing half-naked in front of his closet, his boots were scattered across the floor along with his velvet-hued T-shirt. His exposed back was towards Stan, and he was about to work on pulling down his black jeans when a gasp Stan had not noticed he was holding escaped him. Jimmy had turned his body around in a haste, his face immediately blushing crimson red against his light skin once seeing Stan in the doorway. It was then that Stan took note of Jimmy’s sunglasses off, at last, seeing that his eyes were indeed a dark brown color from where he was standing.

“STAN, WHAT THE FUCK? I’M CHANGING!”, Jimmy screeched.

“I...duh...I...o-oh...uh I...eh um...I...I...S-SORRY!” The only thing Stan knew of to do in such a flustered state was to cover his face with his hands and turn his body a full 180 degrees. His feet did prevent him from walking out though as if they had been nailed down to the floor.

Gah Stan look what you’ve gone and done now! You gosh darn idiot! How could you walk in on your best friend in the whole world being almost completely naked?! How dare you?! You gosh darn frickity pervert! How could you go and do such a thing?! You could have waited! You could have waited for Jimmy in the kitchen! How could you go and invade Jimmy’s privacy - WAIT someone’s touching me!

Even with his hands still enclosing his eyes in the darkness, Stan felt his body being turned back around in such a fragile manner. Then came when another set of hands uncovered his face, and a familiar and near voice instructed him to open his eyes. When he did, there was Jimmy only an inch away from him this time, and there was a smile on his face.

“J-Jimmy…,” Stan began softly. “Your eyes…” He now had the chance to examine the other’s facial features. With Jimmy’s shades off, Stan was able to see that there were very obvious bags under Jimmy’s eyes, along with bloodshot redness in his scleras.

“Yeah, cocaine does that,” Jimmy chuckled. “In all seriousness, though, I have trouble sleeping at night. That’s why they’re so bloodshot and exhausted, and any brightness that comes in just hurts them. ”

“Oh...w-well how come?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why can’t you sleep at night?”

Jimmy nonchalantly shrugged. “Um, I suppose from the line of fucked up work I do. Work involving strangers...paying strangers... naked paying strangers. Does that ring any bells, Stan?”

“Oh! Right, right!”

Stan really did tend to forget that one of Jimmy’s so-called occupations under his belt was prostitution. Maybe because the thought of Jimmy having to forcefully sell his own body to people and let them do whatever they want with it made Stan’s stomach turn. He did not like the image of Jimmy having to do such a thing in his head, so that was probably why Stan would block it out from his memory.

“So, did you come in here just to watch me strip tease or what?” Jimmy said. Kind of half-jokingly, yet also half serious.

“Wh-n-no! I-I didn’t mean to...I...uh…”

“It’s alright, Stan,” Jimmy said, his face slowly inching closer to Stan’s. “You don’t have to answer that.”

It was then that Jimmy softly pressed his lips to Stan’s, leaving the older man speechless. He did not know what else to do, or better yet his body did not know. He just...stood there with his lips sealed shut, and Stan wasn’t sure why though. He wasn’t sure why his body had just shut down.

Yeah, it was a surprise to see Jimmy kiss him...but it wasn’t like Stan hadn’t thought about doing the same thing before…

“J-Jimmy…,” he murmured. Stan had wished he had not said anything if it meant for Jimmy to stop.

Blushing, Jimmy rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I...I’m sorry, Stan. I guess my job as a sex worker has got me - ”

“No, it’s not that at all,” Stan had cut off.

Jimmy blinked. “Then what’s wrong?”

“I...well...I...I want to kiss you back...but…you recall the story of my ex-wife and I, right?”

It took Jimmy a while to figure out what Stan meant, then he remembered that his ex-wife Denisse would never allow Stan to touch her at all. Puzzle pieces came together and created the full picture.

“You’ve never even kissed anyone before,” Jimmy said.

“Exactly.”

Jimmy was a bit relieved to know he hadn’t done anything to make Stan uncomfortable, but it also made his heart ache for him.

“Besides,” Stan added, “I-I don’t know if I’d do a good job...with you...with everything that goes along with it.”

“Everything that goes along?”

Stan shifted his weight, having become so restless. He felt like a loser. He felt so small. It irritated him that he knew what he wanted, but his low-self esteem and inexperience got the better of him. If his own wife at the time never wanted him to lay a single finger on her, then who the hell would? With Jimmy, on the other hand, and the line of unfortunate work he has been dealt...well...

“Damn it,” Stan sighed.

He was tired of beating around the bush. He didn’t care one single bit if he just rambled on and on to Jimmy.

“I want to kiss you, Jimmy! I want to kiss you, and I want to touch you...but I don’t know how to do any of those things! My ex-wife wouldn’t let me do that, so why would someone like you?! I also don’t want to do anything that makes you think of me like all those other folks that take advantage of you and your body! I would never want to use you like they do! I wouldn’t want you to flinch if I were to lay even a fingertip on you!”

It was Jimmy’s turn to be surprised. He knew all about the whole ex-wife thing, but he hadn’t realized Stan was extremely bothered about Jimmy being used as a fuckboy since the middle-aged man always forgot or was insensitive about it. The occupation conditioned him to have the mindset that anyone he’d get intimate with would just end up using him like a cum dumpster and hand him some major hundreds of paper greens. It made him think that this was all his body, or even his own existence, was good for.

That’s exactly why he was never able to sleep well at night. Every chance he’d get at closing his eyes, he’d be transported back to clients that would intimidatingly tower over him, assault his asshole until it’d hurt too much to sit or lay on a bed, or even choke and beat him if he did something they did not like.

So the fact that Stan was worried about making him feel uncomfortable if he’d touch him...really just made Jimmy’s heart melt straight to his stomach. He thought it was the sweetest thing ever.

“S-Stan…” Jimmy cringed at his own voice shaking like he was about to cry. Fuck, maybe he actually was.

“It’s the truth,” the blond lamented. He set his eyes on anything other than Jimmy at the moment, but the younger man had suddenly cupped Stan’s cheek, causing him to look back at Jimmy. Back to those beautiful, yet tired, bloodshot eyes of his.

“Stan, you wouldn’t be like any of them. Not by a long shot.”

“Then I’d be lousy at pleasing you since I don’t know where to even begin.”

Jimmy placed his hand on the other side of Stan’s face. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll show you.”

“R-really?”

Jimmy nodded, even throwing in a genuine smile. It made him so happy to see Stan, his Stan, smile back at least. “Your pathetic excuse of an ex-wife may never have let you touch her, but I will gladly allow you to.”

Stan cleared his throat. “S-so, where should I s-start?”

Jimmy smirked, tilting his head to mimic the expression of deep thought. “You said you wanted to kiss me back, didn’t you? We can start with that.”

They brushed their noses against each other before Jimmy brought them back to a kiss, pressing his soft lips to Stan’s just as gently as before.

This time, Stan reciprocated it, finally taking control of his senses. He even let his eyes close as he tilted his head to really kiss Jimmy with meaning. Stan then picked up the distinct taste of the cigarette Jimmy had a while ago, along with the smell of cigarette ashes and sweat and bold cologne. All these overloads of tastes and scents should have disgusted Stan but he couldn’t have cared less. He didn’t mind it at all because he was kissing Jimmy at last. To say it felt like nothing Stan’s ever felt before was a stretch, but nevertheless, he knew for certain that he was loving it.

Because it was with Jimmy.

One of Jimmy’s hand let go of Stan’s face and trailed it down his neck and chest, not wanting to break their lips’ exchange for one second. He knew it was definitely safe to touch Stan this way because he heard a soft moan come from the older man. If anything else, the contact even urged Stan to open his mouth to get more of Jimmy’s lips, and he had to desperately restrain from pushing Stan up against the wall and take him then and there.

Instead, Jimmy took one of Stan’s hands and gently placed it on his own bared hip.

It was like a switch had turned ON in Stan’s brain, and he knew what he was asked to do without any words from Jimmy. He placed his other hand on Jimmy’s exposed chest, allowing him to gradually feel all of him at once.

They then separated for breath, much to Stan’s dismay. Jimmy moved down to kiss Stan’s neck, delicately at first and then sucking at the skin. He felt the goosebumps from Stan rise under his lips, signifying again that this was fine to do.

“You learn fast,” Jimmy chuckled. “It’s okay, you can continue doing what you’re doing.”

Seeing as Stan was given the green light to keep touching Jimmy, he smoothed the palm of his hands over every inch of his body. His hands admired the buff of Jimmy’s biceps, the light hair on his arms and chest, the broad of his shoulders, and even the slight flex of his abdomen when Stan’s fingernails brushed over it. One of Stan’s hands went as far as catching Jimmy’s nipple, causing the other to let out a low groan and dig his head into the crook of Stan’s shoulder, suddenly nipping his teeth on the sensitive skin.

Stan flinched a little, then giggled nervously once he realized why it had happened. “Did I do something right?” he sheepily asked.

“You did,” Jimmy reassured. “Could...could you maybe do it again?” Jimmy’s voice was shy when he said it, but it made Stan’s heart flutter knowing he was leisurely on the path to satisfying Jimmy.

His fingers graced against Jimmy’s nipples like before, even pressing down into the buds and feeling them get hardened. It reduced the younger of the two to become a purring mess. The sounds from Jimmy and the attack of his lips on Stan’s neck and shoulders urged the blond to explore all the ways to work his companion. It was as if endless treasures were unlocked for him to cherish from the very second he met Jimmy. It may have taken Stan long to get over Denisse, remembering all the days and nights he had cried about their divorce.

It made him feel foolish beyond belief to think he had wasted all this time chasing around beautiful women all over Los Santos, only to find that the key to all heaven was right next to him. That key just so happened to have a name; Jimmy Bending.

“J-Jimmy?”

“Yeah?” Jimmy answered when he separated from Stan, looking into his eyes.

“Were you just going to bring the blanket from your bed?”

Jimmy raised his eyebrows before remembering that they had tea awaiting them and Jimmy was supposed to bring him a blanket. “I...guess so. Do...you still want a blanket, Stan?”

Putting some thought into it, the blond shook his head, placing kisses on Jimmy’s face instead. “Later.”

“Oh? What about our tea?” Jimmy inquired playfully. He was actually astonished at Stan’s new-found confidence. He still hasn’t quite nailed the seductive part just yet due to his inexperience, but that doesn’t mean Jimmy didn’t also think of it to be adorable at the very least.

Stan ran his fingers through the tealed part of Jimmy’s hair before cupping the back of his head. “I can...not have tea.”

Before anything else was said, the two returned to kissing with so much vigor put into it. Jimmy gently led them over to his bed, turning them around so that it was Stan who would lay on the somewhat decent mattress and Jimmy towering over him. Although the way they were positioned easily reminded Jimmy of various “appointments” with clients, he knew for certain that this moment here with Stan was nothing at all like those. Just the way they took the time and care to discover what turned them on and turned them off said enough.

“Do you want to take anything off?”, Jimmy asked.

“I...I’m not sure. I’ve never been naked in front of someone before.”

Jimmy chuckled, mentally cursing Stan for always being so cute in everything he says and does. “You don’t have to be completely naked if you don’t want to, Stan. I’m not entirely naked myself, as you can see.”

“Well...you were about to b-before I walked in.” Stan blushed a beet red.

“True, but I originally wasn’t planning on being naked for long. Now, however, I don’t mind it at all.”

Neither did Stan apparently, considering that his eyes couldn’t keep from staring at the shirtless young man above him. “I do feel bad for being the only one in clothing out of the two of us,” he admitted. “I..I just don’t think I-I’m all that...you know...compared to you and all.”

“Oh nonsense, Staniel,” Jimmy comforted. He massaged the older man’s arms before trailing down to Stan’s waist to untuck his polo shirt just enough to slip his hand under. He felt his stomach, then up to his chest where there was evident curly, thick hair on pecs. Jimmy wrapped a finger around some of the tuffs, amused at seeing Stan sigh at the touch. The blond even pushed his body up against Jimmy’s hand to get more feeling. “Still not sure about getting undressed there?”

“U-um…”

“Would it make you feel better if I turned off the lights?” As much as Jimmy wanted to see all of Stan clearly, what he wanted more than that was for him to be safe in however way he wished. “It wouldn’t be all that dark,” he added. “There’s a faint glow from the city lights at this time, even with the curtains drawn.”

“O-okay then,” Stan said. “We can do that.”

With that being said, Jimmy got off of the bed to quickly turn the light switch to OFF. Just like he described, the entire room was pulled into slight darkness with the illumination of blue and pink from the lights outside the complex. Jimmy returned to his place above Stan. “So, you wanna start with the fanny pack?”

Stan nodded, and so Jimmy reached his hand down to his waist as the other lifted his body up to help. Jimmy unclipped the accessory and gently set it on the nightstand. “What’s next, Staniel?”

“You can do my shirt.”

Jimmy pulled Stan’s polo shirt up from the bottom as he lifted his arms up to assist. Stan may be a light-skinned fella as it already is, but his bared chest and stomach were even lighter now that Jimmy saw him shirtless finally. He leaned his face down to the exposed fleshy skin, making sure to worship every spot of Stan by planting attentive smooches. He also wanted to make sure Stan knew how beautiful he was to Jimmy.

“What were you so worried about, Staniel?” he said between kisses. “You already look gorgeous and strong as it is. I wouldn’t even dream of you looking any other way.”

Words could not describe how grateful Stan was for Jimmy to show his body some rightful appreciation. He decided not to even use words at all, and just let sounds do all the talking. He let out moans as his hands roamed their way over Jimmy’s hair and then down that smooth back of his. He gripped Jimmy’s hips to pull him down closer to him, pressing their torsos tight with so much need to feel skin to skin.

Jimmy made his way up to devour his lover’s lips as if his life depended on Stan’s kisses, never getting enough of them. It was already becoming his new favorite drug, and it delighted him to no end to hear the beautiful man beneath him moan and whine and sigh, all because of his doing. Even the strong grasp of Stan’s hands on his body excited Jimmy, and the feeling of one of them going as far as cupping one of his arse cheeks sent Jimothy spiraling into aroused bliss himself.

Without any warning whatsoever, he thrust his still-clothed groin against Stan’s, a deep moan emitting from both of their throats. When they broke apart to catch their breaths Jimmy starred into Stan’s bright eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Stan. What are you doing to me?” he gasped.

“Touching you? I thought that was obvious?”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know you’re touching me, Stan.”

“D-did y-you want me to stop?” Stan asked nervously.

“Are you kidding me? Of course not! The complete opposite actually.”

It overjoyed Stan so much to know that Jimmy was loving his touch, mentally shouting a sort of “take that!” at Denisse. He squeezed Jimmy’s buttocks again, getting the same reaction from him as he rubbed against Stan. The blond was surprised to feel a distinct hardness this time around from Jimmy, and his own khaki shorts felt tight around the edges, meaning only one thing.

“J-Jimmy…”

“Yes, Stan?”

“Can...can I take off your pants while you take off mine?”

Jimmy soon widened his eyes at how direct the request was. “Are you absolutely sure you’re ready for that?” he questioned.

“I mean…” Stan chewed his lip anxiously. “M-my undercarriage is losin’ some empty space here…”

“Stan.”

“Yes, Jimmy, I am absolutely sure. I’ve gone these long forty years of emotional twists and turns without losing my virgin-card even once. I thought it’d be over and done with when I married my ex-wife, but that certainly was with no prevail. I thought that the women I’ve desperately pursued after in this city would be the answer, but still nothing. Then, here you...here we are…”

Stan didn’t even have to finish his sentence. Jimmy’s eyes softened. He cupped Stan’s face in both hands and kissed him. “Stan, I am honored to relieve you of your position as a forty-year-old virgin,” he whispered.

“Jimmy?”

“Yes?”

“I...I love you.”

Hearing something like that would usually make Jimmy feel nauseous. Like Stan, he never thought he was someone worthy of being loved by another person. Love was something Jimmy didn’t believe in anymore, losing hope in it long ago. So long ago that he couldn’t even remember the exact date and time.

To Jimmy, love meant a lot of things:  

punches from strangers, bruises, abuse, pain, being thrown around like a ragdoll, money, drugs, sex, forced sex, nightmares, not being able to look at yourself in the mirror, feeling disgusted with everything about yourself, and not being able to love yourself.

Love was something that Jimmy believed only to be in movies. Movies with happy endings, and it’s happy endings he thought he would never receive for as long as he lived.

Until now with Staniel Wheeler.

“I love you, too.”

With all that was said and done, both men got to work on unbuttoning one another's jeans and shorts. There was no need to be in any hurry, so they took all the time they wanted, admiring every curve of their hips, thighs, legs, and calves. The men kicked off their bottoms and tossed them aside, along with Stan’s boat shoes.

Jimmy palmed the self-evident bulge in Stan’s boxer briefs, causing him to whimper and shimmy his hips to maintain the contact with the other’s hand. It wasn’t even much that Jimmy was doing but it still sent rushes of arousal through Stan. Out of nowhere he grabbed Jimmy’s wrist and pressed his hand farther down on his crotch, letting out an elongated moan louder than what Jimmy’s heard from him yet.

It felt like Jimmy’s head was spinning just from watching Stan go crazy right now, and they were only still in their underwear. It caused his own member to twitch with lust. He had never thought that he’d ever find a man twice his own age to be so God damn attractive.

“What do you want right now, Sunflower?”, Jimmy inquired. “How can I take care of you?” Usually, when these kinds of questions were asked by Jimmy to people he’d be with, his tone would be that of forced passion with no other need than to only get his clients off. Now, his tone was affectionate and with meaning.

Stan looked up at the young and handsome man above him, not even being shy about what his body needed from him anymore. He was giving himself to Jimmy and he couldn’t have thought of anyone else in Los Santos or even the entire world to finally lose his virginity to. “I want you to jerk me off, Jimmy. I want your hand to wrap around me.”

In all truthfulness, Jimmy never thought that he’d hear such a request of him coming from Stan of all people, but it added more fuel to Jimmy’s fire in his stomach. “Of course,” he whispered. He pulled Stan’s boxer briefs down ever so carefully like he was unwrapping a fragile gift on Christmas morning, and he certainly was in a way. Just like that, Stan’s dick sprang out of the fabric. Jimmy looked him up and down, taking in the reality that Staniel Elizabeth Wheeler was fully naked in front of him. “Holy shit,” he muttered.

“W-what is it?” Stan began to worry that Jimmy was suddenly turned off by him, thinking that he was disgusted and had changed his mind.

That wasn’t the case, however, as Jimmy smiled at him. Even with very little light in the room, Stan could see the love in Jimmy’s eyes. “You are so beautiful, Stan.”

Relief washed over Stan. “Come here.”

He pulled Jimmy down and the two shared a quick chaste kiss before the other already sat back up again. Jimmy reached his arm towards his nightstand and opened a drawer. His hand fumbled in dimmed darkness for a bit before he had pulled out a small bottle full of clear liquid and a Trojan condom. He sensed hesitation in Stan’s eyes, and he was quick to calm his anxiousness.

“The bottle is lube. It’s going to make my hand slippery so that giving a handjob is easy. We won’t use the condom just yet until you’re ready.”

“Ah, alright.”

“And wouldn’t you know, the lube is actually water based!” Jimmy thought this would excite Stan at least.

Instead, it perplexed the older man. “Water-based lubricant? Why would that be a thing? Water is for drinking, and only for drinking! It’s for quenching the thirst of parched people - ”

“If you utter one more word, I will send you out into a snowstorm with your boner hanging out. I won’t even give you back your clothes, you’d just walk up the stairs to your apartment cupping your shivering balls.”

The interruption from Jimmy cut Stan off, and he giggled embarrassingly. “R-right, I’m sorry.”

Jimmy popped the cap of the bottle open and poured a very little amount on his palm. He then placed the lube gently on the nightstand and looked down at Stan. “My hand’s going to feel a little cold at first,” he warned. “You ready?”

Stan nodded. “Yes.”

Jimmy gently wrapped his hand around Stan’s erection with a firm grip. At hearing him groan at the touch he started a slow and steady rhythm, aiming for Stan to get used to the feeling of what a hand on his dick felt like. It was clear that Stan was enjoying it as he sucked in air and swirled his hips to get more friction. “Do you want me to go faster, Staniel?” Jimmy asked.

“Y-yes...please?” It came out more like a desperate beg than just a simple answer, and it sure got the message across to Jimmy.

He began to pump his fist at a quicker pace, and as expected Stan went crazy over the sensation. There came a heat in his pelvis and his hips would spring upwards here and there. Stan’s head rolled back into the pillow under him and he placed his own hand on his mouth to muffle his moans.

“Aww, you don’t have to be shy to moan in front of me, sweetie,” Jimmy reassured. “I wanna hear you.” With his free hand, he caringly moved Stan’s own hand away, giving a small peck to his soft lips, letting Stan’s blond mustache tickle him. Never did Jimmy pause his other hand that was occupied on the older man’s shaft, stroking it rapidly than before.

“Jim...Jimmy...mmm feels so nice…haaaaaah.”

Stan had thought that he was going to release himself onto Jimmy’s hand right then and there, but was proven wrong when nothing happened. Nevertheless, Stan was in heaven as Jimmy catered to his body and needs while continuing the work on his dick. Jimmy’s free hand caressed both of his nipples back and forth the same way Stan had done for him moments ago.

Not only that but then Jimmy soon replaced his fingers and leaned down to Stan’s chest. There then came the feel of something warm and wet and Stan looked down to see that Jimmy was running his tongue on his nipples, sending him into a frenzy.

Throughout this whole time, Jimmy had held off from giving any attention to his own hard-on, wishing to put more focus onto Stan. That is until one of Stan’s hands reached out and palmed Jimmy through his briefs, causing him to shot up and let out a yelp of both surprise and extreme lust. “S-Stan,” he gasped, “what’re you…”

“It ain’t fair that you’re taking care of me while nobody’s doing it for you.”

Jimmy’s heart jumped. “It’s not...about me, Stan. You’re the one priority here…”

Stan obviously ignored Jimmy and pulled his briefs down swiftly, his erection flying out in a single swoop. It was somewhat already wet with pre-cum so it was easy for Stan to mimic Jimmy’s hand on him, wrapping his fist and jerking the younger man. Unlike Stan, however, Jimmy let out a high pitched moan and immediately started thrusting himself into Stan’s hand.

“F-fuck Stan...I...I don’t...oh Jesus fucking Christ…” Jimmy’s mind raced as he tried his very best at fight off the imminent heat pooling in his stomach already. He was overwhelmed that someone wanted to take care of him for once instead of the other way around. “Stan...S-Stan please s-stop….STOP IT!”

The outburst made the older man pause what he was doing, and a look of horror was on his face. “I...I’m sorry, Jimmy...I just wanted to -”

“I know, Stan. You did nothing wrong, and I’m so flattered that you want to pleasure me at the same time. I love you for that.”

“Then why’d you tell me to stop?”

“Because...because I don’t want to finish just yet. Once I cum it would take a good while for me to fully take your virginity. I’d just be too exhausted to do it, Sunflower.”

Stan hadn’t thought of it that way, obviously for reasons they had already addressed. He recoiled his hand away from Jimmy’s member and interlaced his fingers with the others. “I’m sorry, Jimmy.”

Jimmy smiled and brought their intertwined hands to his lips, giving a sweet kiss to Stan’s fingers as a way of saying everything was fine.

“Um...Jimmy?” Stan uttered softly.

“Yes?”

Stan was quiet for a good while then. He even shifted his eyes away from Jimmy’s and he bit his lip. Jimmy began to think his outburst had scared Stan too much to request or do anything, and he mentally kicked himself in the ass for having him stop taking care of him. “Stan, I’m sorry for yelling at -”

“I’m ready,” Stan suddenly spoke up.

Jimmy blinked. “W-what?”

“I’m ready,” he repeated, even gesturing at the packed condom wrap on the nightstand.

A shiver ran down Jimmy’s back. So they were going to do this. They were really going to do this. He was really going to do this. It was then that he realized he was actually quite nervous about it, which was really ironic for many reasons. It wasn’t like he hadn’t taken other people’s virginity in his lifetime. Then again, those people were around Jimmy’s own age range. Stan was different, but not to say that it was a bad thing. Jimmy had to remember that while Stan is older than him, he had circumstances that led them to where they are now.

When Jimmy really thought about it, the fact that he was going to take the virginity of a way older gentleman excited him. Besides, there was another way this moment with Stan would be much different than the others.

Jimmy was not going to simply fuck Stan...he was going to make love to him...and that made everything so much better.  

“I love you, Stan,” he said as he reached for the lube bottle again along with the condom.

“I love you too, Jimmy,” Stan had answered back.

Jimmy carefully opened the thick wrapper and pulled out the prophylactic, then rolled it ever so gradually onto his dick. Then was for him to prep Stan, who had been attentively watching Jimmy as he himself nervously anticipated what was to come. Even he knew that this was going to be it, a major moment in his life right now. Albeit it took Stan way longer for this to happen to him, he thought better late than never.

He watched as Jimmy popped the cap of the lubricant bottle open and poured the liquid onto his fingers again, only this time he separated Stan’s legs apart with just enough room to fit in between them. Stan flinched a bit when he felt the coldness of the liquid on Jimmy’s finger on his exposed hole. “Okay,” Jimmy began. “This is where things start to get heavy. What I’m gonna do is what’s called prepping, where I’m sticking in my fingers little by little until your body is used to having something foreign inside of you.”

“L-like a prostate exam?”

“Yeah,” Jimmy chuckled. “Just...yeah, just like that. So what I need you to do is relax, and breathe in and out. Can you do that for me, baby?”

The new nickname made Stan’s heart soar, and he smiled up at Jimmy. “I can do that.”

Jimmy lined up the tip of his index finger and instructed Stan to start the breathing process. When he heard him suck in a breath, Jimmy slowly inserted his finger inch by inch into Stan’s hole, whispering affirmations to ease Stan as he would groan and flinch again here and there. It went on for a bit until Stan gave him the alright to add in a second finger, and then the whole process repeated as Jimmy eventually added a third and final finger, then urged him to relax as he moved the digits in and out of Stan. After a good few minutes or so, Stan went from groaning because of the foreign feeling to then letting out faint moans.

“You okay to move forward?”, Jimmy asked.

Stan nodded.

With that, Jimmy took out his fingers and added a small addition of more lube to Stan before taking the tip of his protected member in his hand. He leaned forward to bring his body even closer to Stan while also maneuvering him to have his ass off the bed just a bit.

“I want you to breathe more, the same way you’ve been doing.” When Stan did what he was instructed to do, Jimmy pressed himself through the tight ring with care. He repeated lines of “you’re doing so good” and “keep going” throughout the process, even placing reassuring pecks on Stan’s nose and face. Again Stan would go from groaning to soon sighing and whimpering with pleasure the deeper Jimmy went in. It did hurt him, to say the least, but he knew it wouldn’t be that way for long, and the focus on Jimmy and how good it will feel helped ease himself.

At last, Jimmy was fully inside Stan. “How are you feeling?”

Stan exhaled the last breath he was holding and gazed into Jimmy’s doting brown eyes. “Ain’t gonna lie, it feels strange, but it’s a good strange.”

Upon getting his answer that Stan was alright, Jimmy smiled and kissed him. “I’m going to start thrusting now. Let me know if we need to stop at any time, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jimmy began a steady pace of shallow thrusts into Stan. The other smoothed his hands over on down to Jimmy’s back just to have something to hold on to. At a given point Jimmy’s steady rhythm increased and they both began to feel ultimate pleasure, with Stan being the first to moan lowly and the other followed. Jimmy’s weight shifted on top of Stan as he placed both of his hands in between Stan’s head and buried his face into the crook of the blond’s shoulder. He kept pushing in and out of Stan even faster and deeper until he felt him wrap his strong arms around him and let out an elongated gruffed whimper. He had already managed to find and hit his sweet spot. Jimmy lifted his head a bit to inspect Stan’s face for any warning and was met with such a breathtaking sight. Stan’s eyes were closed and his jaw was hung open. “You okay, there?” Jimmy made sure.

“O-oh Jimmy…”

Just the way he had moaned his name out like that was enough of an answer for Jimmy, and so he lost himself in his own aroused bliss. He locked his lips onto Stan’s in a passion-fueled kiss as he let his hips run on auto, even slipping in his tongue for a good measure, not even knowing if Stan would like it or not. Apparently, Stan did as his own tongue had run against Jimmy’s, and only then did things really get carnal.

Jimmy brushed against Stan’s prostate and the bottom man tightened his grip on Jimmy’s body, his fingernails digging into his back. The mattress below them soon squeaked the more Jimmy drove himself into Stan, making both grateful for the fact that he only lived on the ground floor. He took in everything about Stan in that moment, from how so unbelievably amazing it felt to be inside Stan, the way their heated skin slammed into one another, the moans that he was driving out from Stan, the mysterious yet sweet taste the inside of his mouth held, the way their lips devoured each other greedily, and then finally the reality that he was sharing this moment with him.

They soon parted for much-needed air, a given chance to hear their moans more clearly now. “S-Stan...Staniel…mmm my Staniel....fuck you feel so damn good, my precious Sunflower!”

“Jim...Jimmy...o-oh s-sweet Lord y-you fill me up so d-darn well!” There was an evident heat spreading all through the depths of Stan’s being, and it was something that he knew could not be contained for very long. He didn’t ever want to have this, all of this, to stop. He wanted nothing more than to stay this way with Jimmy forever, them being connected together and become one with their bodies. It was all just so addicting, not even his addiction to oxy could ever match what’s happening here.

The burning pool inside of Stan was approaching quicker than he could have held off and he clung onto his lover as if he’d fade away if he didn’t. “Jim...Jimmy I...I feel s-something…”

“Go ahead, Stan,” Jimmy finished him off, his own release catching up. He reached down to stroke Stan off to help him reach his climax, sending him over the edged.

“J-Jimmy...Jimmy...o-oh h-haaaah J-Jimothyyyyyyyyy!”

Everything had gone bright has Stan lost himself. His hips stilled and he came into Jimmy’s fist, his lover’s name on his lips as he rode off his orgasm.

It did not take very long for Jimmy to follow right behind Stan as he gave one last powerful thrust into him, letting out a hoarse groan while he spilled all of his hot load into the condom. He thought he saw stars even as he clenched his eyes shut and collapsed onto Stan’s sweating body.

The men had stayed that way while they waited for the high to wear off and regain their normal breathing. When they did Jimmy gently pulled himself out of Stan. He unrolled the soaking prophylactic on his spent member before tying a secured knot on it like it was a balloon and getting up from the bed. It was cute to hear Stan whine out of protest from the loss of Jimmy’s warmth on him. He went into the hallway to throw away the used condom in his bathroom waste bin and grabbed a hand towel from the shelf.

Jimmy returned to his room and his place on top of Stan, cleaning both of them up with the rag before setting it aside and laying his body back on top of him. He tiredly lifted his head to meet his eyes with the very man he loves, smiling weakly at him.

“How was that?”, he mumbled out, running his fingers through the curly and damp blond strands of hair on Stan’s head.

“Do I even have to answer that?”, Stan lightly laughed. Still holding onto Jimmy, he pulled him in for a chaste and fatigued kiss.

“I take it that I did pretty well then,” Jimmy chuckled.

“You betcha. Thank you.”

Jimmy grinned and kissed the tip of Stan’s nose before resting his head on his chest. “You’re welcome. I should also thank you as well.” The steady beating of his heart next to his ear easily lulled him to sleep. He knew from this very moment that he would never dare to try and fall asleep with someone he’d have intercourse with unless it was with Staniel Elizabeth Wheeler. There was possibly no escape from the life and job of a male prostitute, but at least Jimmy had someone at home to come back to every time.  

The last thing Jimmy heard before falling asleep in the safety of his lover’s arms was Stan whispering, “You’re welcome as well”.

#friendlypack fic #friendlypack #stan the water man #stan wheeler #stan x jimmy #stimmy #friendly jimmy #jimmy friendly j bending #gtav #gta5 #fanfiction #my fic #explict #dont steal #lol now it is time for me to get some sleep

[bunnymajo]

Got tagged by @galaxy-apple​ to post my home & lock screen as well as the last song I listened to!

The last song I heard was “Omoide ga Kakenukete Yuku” from the Kiki’s Delivery Service vocal album (It’s not on youtube or anywhere so I can’t post it to show you) they made a lot of fun spin off albums for Kiki back in the day and was listening to them again.

And I have a Sailor Moon phone theme going on because I have a Princess Serenity phone case to match and I like to stay thematic (aka- so I don’t have to worry about changing it too often XD)

Not gonna tag anyone unless you want to do it too!

#tag meme #galaxy apple

[standfortheangels]

Instructions: Always repost with the rules, answer the 11 random questions left for you, and leave 11 more for the people you tag!

Tagged by: @illicreatxm

This got long so I’m going to stick it under a read more ^^

1. If you could write any canon character, which would it be and why?

Hm. I’m not sure. I have roleplayed a couple of canons before, but I find it harder to keep the muse for them. I could probably do Elsa okay, I could jump between her locked in the castle personality and her open, welcoming character post-film, which might help, but the inconsistencies in her Over-powered Powers annoy me, so I think I’d add a few limitations in there.

2. Favourite Disney movie?

Maybe Aladdin because Robin Williams is of course amazing and so perfect in that role~ Ohh but there’s also Atlantis.. And Dumbo! Aw no... Let’s just call this my top three before I get carried away >w>

3. Least favourite MCU character?

I haven't seen the more recent ones, so, I can't take into account characters like Thanos or Dr. Strange or, whoever else they've been bringing in. So out of what I've seen, I'd have to go with Bruce Banner/The Hulk.

It seemed in the earlier films that they didn't give much attention to Banner. They were all over using the Hulk to make bits interesting, but Bruce was boiled down to "quiet smart guy who CaN TuRN inTo THE HULK" so, yeah.

And the hulk himself later did like a 180° change for me. In his stand-alone film I think Hulk says like 3 words, maximum. Then rarely talks in his appearances in the other avengers brand films. Cool. We had "Puny God" and that was a-okay. One short, memorable, funny quote seems perfect.

But then what was all that when Whedon got his hands on it? (I mean don't get me started on that, I am really reigning myself back here but) They start off needing ways to calm Hulk down enough to get him back inside and give control back to Bruce, fair enough. But then like... He winds up not letting go of Bruce's body even though he isn't enraged anyway? And suddenly he's emotional enough and smart enough to take- what was it a plane? And seperate himself off from everyone and look all solemnly at Natasha before he does it or something?

Obviously my memory of it isn't great, honestly I stopped paying attention after Natasha's "I'm a monster- not because I was raised in a heartless environment full of violence and raised to literally kill people, that bit's whatever- but because they took away my fertility and now I can't have babies." speech. And that's the last MCU film I watched. I didn't want anything to do with them after seeing what Joss Whedon did with the characters and the overarching plotline and... Everything. x') So I might have gotten some of the hulk stuff wrong.

(I did watch Deadpool though, that I enjoyed~)

4. If you had to create any new character, what occupation would they have?

Ooo good question.

I think something proactive, where they could seek other characters out, but.. I'd kinda like a bad guy~ Someone who lies so much for their job, they have a dual personality to work with. They can be your smiling friendly neighbour, wishing you well on your holiday, then turn around and grit his teeth because this poses a major problem for his mission, and he can't lose his target, so now he has to follow, but he can't do that as your happy neighbour, no, you know he isn't going on holiday, certainly not today, not on your flight, not to the same ski lodge you're going to. No, he has to make a new cover- maybe say his neice phoned him with a family emergency and he'll be leaving to go be with her a while. Then shed this identity, find out where his target is going, quickly pose as some other tourist who blends into the background and get to the lodge first, all the while planning out some plausible skiing accident he can set up.

Wow that got more detailed than I expected x'D I think I just reinvented hitman, whoops.

5. Favourite sport?

[Image ID: Kiki from Kiki’s Delivery Service, laughing hysterically.]

My biggest concern when I'm on my feet is not falling over so, obviously sports aren't really my deal. x')

I used to swim a lot when I was a kid, I loved that, but, don't do it now.

And I'm not really into watching sports either tbh. Most of it seems over-hyped. Most football teams (real football, it is not soccer. The hint is in actual football, the ball, is hit, with your feet. Picking it up and running with it and then sometimes kicking it does not qualify as football, come on USA. Your thing is closer to Rugby than Football.)

Anyway most teams aren't much better or worse than any other if you actually watch objectively, which makes it look like they both suck because they're too well matched to score goals more than once in a blue moon.

Rugby I don't really understand the appeal of either. Scrums are weird and it wouldn't be entirely bizarre to see a guy walking away from the game with blood down his face and an ear in his hand. You'd almost expect him to stick the ear on ice and be back in a few minutes with his bandages on.

Really the only sports than interest me are the gymnastic types. Ice skating is good for a while but it can start getting dull if you don't have people willing to break the mould a bit. (Which is why I absolutely love the free skate bit. Where they aren't being scored and they just do whatever the hell they want, omg I live for that)

Floor routines are awesome, the pommel horse and rings are usually a little samey for me but the one with those two bars at different heights, that's fun to watch~ there's a little more variety there.

(And I don't wanna hear anyone in the replies saying these aren't sports, every example there including figure skating is a separate event in the Olympics, so. There.)

6. What’s your dream car?

I don’t really have one. At this point in my life I don’t actually have the option to learn to drive so I haven’t really thought about it. My only criteria is, it has to have a nice face. x)

Since I was tiny I have always seen cars as faces. The headlights would be eyes, and usually the number plate would be the mouth, but some cars have other stuff like a grill that might be the mouth instead. So like...

This would be a grumpy car with a pig-like nose and frown.. Actually those look like jowels either side of the mouth part. It looks kind of like a bulldog. X’)

And this would be a happy car. That black part around the number plate it wide and smile-shaped, and the headlights- rounded on top and straighter on the bottom, like the little creases we get when we scrunch up our eyes laughing~

This car looks like someone just said something really stupid to it, and it is not impressed, and lets the silence hang not knowing what to say.

Happy car

Terminator car

Happy car but in a mean way.. Like it’s on its way to cause mayhem or poking fun at someone. You get the general idea -w-

7. A movie that you think should have a sequel?

Hmm... this is a toughie.

8. A movie sequel that you think should be deleted from existence?

I don’t remember which number it was or even the title, but the Shrek sequel where Shrek like, hates having kids so much he makes a deal to change time? And Fiona winds up as like a vicious warrior leader because no-one ever saved her from the tower, and rumplestiltskin is in it? What even was that...

9. Design your dream outfit using this game ?

I wouldn’t say this really is my dream outfit, but from the options on offer~

(also discounting the enormous hair bun >w>;)

10. Favourite fairytale?

I’m not sure if this actually counts as a fairytale, but I love the story of the jolly roger. That classic skull and crossbones flag has a story behind it that a lot of people don’t know.

In a nutshell, a man (i guess a pirate) develops an intense crush on a young woman, who is about to get married. But just before her wedding, she dies. She is buried, but the man doesn’t take death for an answer. He digs her up and has sex with her body. When he’s done, a disembodied voice speaks to him, telling him that he has basically impregnated this corpse, and to come back in nine months.

For some reason, he does. He digs up the woman again. And sat below her pelvis is a small skull and two bones. The disembodied voice tells him to take these bones with him on his ventures, and they will bring him luck.

It’s bizarre, and kinda gross, and.. I dunno if being rewarded for sexually desicrating a corpse is the best moral? x’) But I was amazed when I heard this story, because I’d had no idea there was this whole tale behind the flag~ and I still love that it exists~

11. Create an avatar of your favourite muse using this creator? ?

First, it’s so cruel to ask me to pick my favourite child how dare you >w> haha

I went with Chester though because he’s the one I’m usually most connected to.

I can’t think of anyone I want to tag right now (at least not anyone who hasn’t probably done this already), but I’ll put the new 11 questions for anyone who does feel like doing this~ :) __

1. What’s one thread/plot you really want to do that you haven’t had chance to yet?

2. What is the reason for, or meaning behind, your blog icon?

3. Do you have any pets? Tell us a bit about them!

4. What is one thing you would never want to change about your appearance?

5. There is an ultra secret spy group, and you’ve just uncovered their existence. Now they say that you must either work for them, or they’ll find a permanent way to keep you quiet. What kind of work would you offer to do for them?

6. If you met your muse in real life, how do you think the two of you would get along? (multi-muse blogs, pick one of your muses at random.)

7. You have been given a huge budget to remake one film in your own vision. You can change anything, add anything, choose the cast, you have no limits. What would you do?

8. What is one skill you wish you could automatically master?

9. A genie offers you a deal. An unlimited lifelong supply of one food of your choice... But, you have to sacrifice your ability to chew. Does any food still tempt you?

10. What do you think is the funniest animal?

11. Share one memory you have that makes you happy to think about~

#literally anyone can do this #and you can tag me in it too if you want #even if we've never interacted #I love reading posts like these #x) #ooc #long post #I loved the game questions on this btw! #I've never seen anyone include something like that before #it was fun! #illicreatxm

[yuikimura]

halloween (1978) au

au inspired by posts by @michaelmyers and @myers-siblings , where everyone has a familiar bonded to them; they show up somewhat randomly in a persons early life and never leave. a person and their familiar have a special telepathic bond, and can even share intense emotions. if you see someone without a familiar............ run

list of familiars:

judith: somali cat michael: norwegian forest cat laurie: black oriental longhair cat annie: frillback pigeon lynda: english lop rabbit dr. loomis: chocolate mitt ferret bob: ring-billed gull (seagull) lindsey: german shephard tommy: english cocker spaniel

* when he was 6, michael walked into judiths room, holding her familiar in his hands. when she turned to look at him, he killed it in front of her before killing her. his familiar was suspiciously absent. * lauries familiar shows up after her parents die, so neither her nor her cat remember that halloween. * theres a strange, feral looking cat that hovers around her street. she sometimes catches it watching her, still as a statue. shes tried to beckon it over, enticing it with treats, but its never come. anytime she or her familiar tried to move closer, it padded away. * annie and lynda think its creepy, but laurie finds something about it familiar and comforting. * laurie has a lot of souvenirs and knickknacks with black cats on them. her familiar loves them. (like that one scene in kikis delivery service) * laurie, while never vocalizing it to anyone, has always felt a sense of impending doom. the fact that her familiar, a reflection of her soul, is an omen of bad luck has not escaped her. * michael knows what laurie looks like now bc of his familiar, who is still roaming lampkin lane. their bond hasnt broken or diminished despite the distance. * lindseys familiar, lester, hates annie. he chases her pigeon familiar around until annie or lindsey scold him (he doesnt care) * after annie walked lindsey over to tommys so laurie could watch both of them, annie goes back to the house alone. when her pigeon freaks out outside, she assumes lester walked back to the house just to torment her familiar again, and doesnt worry about it. but soon, she feels a spike of pain thru their connection, then nothing at all. * she goes outside to investigate and finds her pigeon dead on the back patio. michael sneaks up behind her n kills her. * lynda and bob come in, he kills them in p much the same ways as in the movie. * laurie gets anxious when no one picks up the phone, goes over to investigate. she finds them strung up along side their familiars. she freaks out and her familiar starts snarling at a doorway. michael tries to attack her, but her familiar jumps up and blocks him, forcing him to kill it before he can get to laurie, and giving her enough time to try and escape. * she falls down the stairs, limps across the street, and locks herself inside tommys house. michael slips in and tries to attack, but laurie stabs him in the eye and runs upstairs, etc etc.. * in the final confrontation, after laurie tears his mask off, instead of loomis saving laurie, michaels familiar leaps on him out of nowhere and claws at his unmasked face. michael swings at it wildly, trying to throw it off, and ends up falling off the balcony with his familiar. * the police come a few moments later, but michael and his cat are nowhere to be found. * laurie feels like all of it was her fault. like shes cursed. she distances herself from everyone, not wanting to cause further suffering. * at annies funeral, after everyone else has left, something rubs up against her legs. she looks down and sees michaels familiar, purring up at her. shes weary at first, but eventually leans down to pet it. looking closer, its left eye is damaged; it turned a milky white, with a fresh pink scar around it. final note: laurie’s original familiar’s name is judith.

#halloween #horror movies #laurie strode #michael myers #judith myers #dead by daylight #my writing #her name is judith only bc i wanted to write in 'judith dies for laurie' somehow #bc i love to suffer.

[i-got-personality]

all of the emoji asks! (that u feel comfortable answering) :)

avnai☝ - How tall are you? 5'2✔ - Sexual Orientation Biromantic ace!🚬 - Do you Smoke?No, and I don't intend to.🍷 - Do you Drink?Again, no. Not my thing.♒ - Do you Take Drugs?Still nope.😳 - Age you get mistaken for?It varies wildly, people usually think I'm about 13 but I've had people think I was 11 and 18 before too (I'm in the 14-17 range so all of these are Wrong™)💉 - Have Tattoos?No.✏️ - Want any tattoos?No, I don't think I could deal with having needles stuck into me that many times.✂️ - Got any Piercings?Yeah, just my ears.✌ - Want any piercings?Not really, I like the ones I have but that's all I really want.👌 - Best friend?She isn't on Tumblr sadly. :(♥ - Do you like anyone?Not in that way, at the moment.🎤 - Top 5 favorite bands?Newsies OBCThey Might Be GiantsTuck Everlasting OBCThe Boston PopsLed Zeppelin🎶 - Top 5 favorite songs?I can't choose just 5!😒 - Biggest pet peeve?Whistling. Also, slurping sounds. They make me want to cry.📝 - Story from your childhood.When I was like 7 I taught myself to play the piano upside down just so I would be cool at parties when I was older. And hey, it worked! Ish.💬 - I wish…I wish people, in general, were more accepting of people they don't agree with and were kinder to each other.‼️ - Something you’ll change?I'm not sure exactly. There are a lot of changes I'd love to make in the world, but nothing I could do completely by myself. I do want to dye my hair blue someday though.💦 - What makes you horny?Nothing. As previously stated, I'm ace.🌟 - A wish you’ll wish for?I can't say, then it won't come true! I'm not usually a superstitious person, but I make an exception for wishes. Can't take any chances with those.🔥 - Something spicy you like?I like a lot of spicy things! My grandma makes amazing homemade salsa and it's super spicy and really good.👃 You hate the smell of ….Seafood, mostly because I'm slightly allergic.👊 - Something you hate?Injustice in general.🚶 - Are you single?Yep!💬 - Can we text?Depends on who you are?💌 - Fan mail me?You're anonymous, but hey, you seem pretty cool!💍 - Marry me?No thank you.💘 - Be my tumblr crush?If you insist.💭 - Favorite foods?Chocolate chip cookies and mac and cheese (separately, of course)☀ - Story about your day.My day was pretty uneventful. I volunteered at the library for a couple hours, which was nice apart from the multiple middle school aged boys who seem to think that playing Fortnite makes them badass, who kept on disrupting everything and eventually a librarian had to call out.💘 - Top 5 celebrity crushes?I can't think of five at the moment, most of my crushes are on fictional characters right now.🎥 - Top 5 favorite movies?Newsies (BOTH VERSIONS)Any Harry Potter movieAny Lord of the Rings movieThe Princess BrideKiki's Delivery ServiceI know this makes six and seven, but I have to add Ferris Bueller's Day Off and How To Train Your Dragon. I just have to.📺 - Top 5 favorite TV shows?Avatar: The Last AirbenderThe OfficeDoctor WhoThe Great British Bake-OffStar Trek: The Original Series✏ - Random fact about yourself.I know how to pick locks. It's a long story.✈️ - Where are you from?America.🚀 - Where do you wanna visit?Anywhere!😍 - Do you have a crush?Not really at the moment.😷 - Something you hate eating?Seafood or peppermint, mainly because I'm allergic to them. I also have a special loathing for the taste of milk.🙈 - What makes you shy?Uhh everything💃 - Can you dance?Nope.💏 - Do you love anyone?Romantically? No. Platonically? Freakin' everyone.👟 - Favorite shoe(s) to wear?Converse.🌴 - A island you would visit?Great Britain.🌎 - A country you would visit?Japan.🌀 - Favorite type of weather?Sunny with a cold breeze!🔮 - Do you believe in luck?Not really. I don't particularly not believe in it either though.📱 - What kinda phone do you have?iPhone SE, I think?📅 - Favorite time of the year?Spring!📚 - Career goal you want?I'd like to be a librarian or veterinarian!🍴 - Favorite food(s) to eat?...Wasn't this a question before?🍭 - Favorite Candy?Hershey's Cookies and Cream bars.🍇 - Favorite fruits?Strawberries and peaches!🚘 - Dream car(s)?An old Volkswagen Beetle. Light blue, preferably.🚔 - Have you ever been arrested?Not yet.🚑 - Have you ever driven in an ambulance before?No, but there have been times I probably should have.🎫 - Do you have a license?Not yet.🚼 - Do you have or want kids?I don't really know if I want kids yet, if I ever do I'd want to adopt.🔞 - Are you under 18?Yes.🐶 - Do you own a pet?I have two, a dog and a cat!😔 - Something that makes you sad?Current American politics.😡 - What pisses you off?Also current American politics.😏 - What turns you on?Nothing.😈 - Are you a freak?Nope.💪 - Do you work out?NahHoly cow, those took a while!

[inquiringcharlie]

Tagged by the lovely @lightning-hime

Name: Charlie

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Capricorn♑️

Height: 5′4” (same height as Yuri Plisetsky🐯)

Sexuality: Asexual. ♠️

What images do you have set as your cell wallpaper: Halloween theme! They are cats that look like Jack O’ Lanterns 🎃😸🎃😸

Have you ever have a crush on a teacher: Nah.

If you could be anywhere else right now, where would it be?: I really want to go to Japan! ⛩🏯

What was your coolest Halloween costume: I was Greed (one of the seven deadly sins from the bible one year) 💰

What’s you favorite 90′s show: Sabrina the Teenage Witch!! I also got really into Sex and the City towards the last season but that wasn’t the 90s anymore...

Who was your last kiss: My old room mate...

What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done: I locked myself in my basement and no one was home so I stuck my head out the window and got the mail lady to bend down to the window so I could use her cell phone. 😅 This is the first one I could think of but I do a lot of dumb stuff...

Have you ever been stood up: Never been on a date 😅

Favorite ice cream flavor: Why have one: strawberry, green tea and coffee. 🍦

Have you ever been to Las Vegas: Nope.

Favorite pair of shoes: Do slippers count? Because my Jiji the cat (Kikis Delivery Service) slippers are probably it. If not then my uggs. I like being comfy. 😻

What’s your favorite fruit: Peaches🍑

What’s your favorite book: This question is so hard! So instead the last book I read was Stitches by David Small.

Lmfao I don’t have anyone to tag but hell if you see this on your dash and you want to tag yourself you go right a head. I’d be honored.

[elizgeli]

DuckTales 2017 Premiere: Woo-oo!

I watched the premiere as it debuted at midnight on 8/12. It’s going to rerun for 24-hours, so check it out if you have Disney XD!

This is my SPOILER RECAP. Fair warning. 

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We begin with a seagull flying, so I guess non-anthropomorphic, non-verbal animals existing in this universe.  Must be a class struggle a la “Wicked.” 

Donald has no job and the nephews are teasing him but they make him a fish breakfast to say they believe in him. It kind of looks like the casserole from Kiki’s Delivery Service and “WE BELIEVE IN YOU UNCLE DONALD” is written in ketchup around the plate.  Before they shoo Donald away to his job interview Dewey gets caught trying to hotwire the boat. He must be like the Donatello of this group. 

Donald sets his GPS to take the boys to Scrooge McDuck. They know of him as some legendary billionaire. I guess that they don’t know they are related yet? 

Scrooge’s board is telling him that they are cutting funding to historical research and experimental tech. Lucius Fox won’t be happy about this. St. Canard is mentioned...so I’m assuming we’ll be getting Darkwing Duck at some point? #LETSGETDANGEROUS

Launchpad is his chauffeur in a car...no planes yet. Donald is blocking Scrooge’s driveway and they greet each other. When Donald calls him Uncle the boys begin celebrating in the backseat. They obviously hate each other but who knows if we’ll ever find out why. He tells Donald to “jettison that Jalopy,” which I’m assuming is a reference to the 1943 Donald Duck short “The Flying Jalopy.” *cricket...cricket* He agrees to watch the boys for a few hours mostly to spite Donald. Beakley urges him to talk to them but they ask a lot of questions so he shoves them in the attic with Beakley. She is British now and not as cuddly like before. I guess there’s no Duckworth...he never made sense to me anyway since he was a dog, but now Beakley has to take on the role of icy British servant.

Scrooge is offended that the boys said he “used to be a big deal” so he locks them in attic with a bag of pre-counted marbles that they have to return. Webby ties up the boys and it is revealed she is obsessed with the Duck Family. She has a Homeland-style bulletin board about them, which is mildly unsettling. She is desperate for friends and immediately declares HDL as such. Louie is established as the evil triplet. 

They start climbing through the air vents and overhear Scrooge saying that family is nothing but trouble and get sad. Webby shows them Scrooge’s “Wing of Secrets,” which I’m assuming is the West Wing. A bunch of things from the original cartoon credits sequence is shown. A painting reveals Donald used to be Scrooge’s sidekick and a daring adventurer, which they can’t believe. 

Donald is shown struggling with a stapler at the interview, where he is seated in the waiting room next to Max’s girlfriend Roxanne from The Goofy Movie--at least that’s what she looks like. He obviously loses his temper and destroys everything. 

The boys don’t believe Webby until an actual Pirate ghost appears, as well as a “Headless Man Horse.” Scrooge discovers them and them saves them. But then hits a cursed gong that releases a gold-hunting dragon (Smaug?) that goes straight for the money vault. 

Scrooge rides the dragon with Daenerys-like skill (not actually).  Struggle ensues and Scrooge ends up falling into the money pit to the horror of the kids that think they are about to see him die. However his superpower of viscous money is revealed and he joyfully swims through the gold. “Family truly is the greatest adventure...oh no the ground!” says Launchpad as he crashes. 

Scrooge gives a Mulan-Emperor speech about everything they ruined but then praises them. The greatest gift of all is having you all for nephews and my indentured servant’s daughter. 

Donald gets the job! BUT as a sailor for Glomgold, Scrooge’s archrival! Oh no! Launchpad leaves notes for all the cars he hit with the plane because he is a BRO. 

THEME SONG NOW. I guess the first half hour was a cold open. TITLE CARD. Ok now another open is a commercial for Glomgold industries and reveals his entire corporation revolves around finding the lost treasure of Atlantis and becoming the richest duck in the world. 

The whole crew is in a sub looking for the treasure. They’re pretty sure he doesn’t know their names and Scrooge calls one of the boys SONNY JIM which can only be a TWIN PEAKS REFERENCE. Launchpad doesn’t actually know how to drive the sub so Dewey programs in a “short cut.” Havoc and sea monsters ensue. 

There’s already been an ESPN product placement, so I’m sure that’s gonna make the shareholders happy. Donald is unknowingly headed with Glomgold to the same treasure with a bunch of hunters.  They all arrive at the City of Atlantic but not THAT Atlantis. There’s probably a reference here to the Disney movie but I’ve never been able to stay awake for all of it so I dunno. The boys try to teach Webby how to call Beakley and lie about being at a friend’s house but she is really bad at it. 

Temple searching ensues. Lots of death traps, including the laser hallway from Resident Evil. With his knowledge, Dewey navigates the lasers against Scrooge’s wishes. “Maybe I could just hire a family. Then they’d have to listen to me!” Sadly not true.  I’ve looked into it. Glomgold reveals Donald is working for him and Scrooge is bummed. That’s cold, even for this rivalry. Donald claims he had no idea they were enemies. Glomgold takes off and floods the chamber, leaving all three of them to die?! Worst boss ever. 

The other three kids and Launchpad are discovered by Glomgold’s associates. Donald is trying to hold the water by stuffing the money in holes. Dewey and Scrooge figure out that they need to let the room flood to get the treasure. “This is a surprising insightful deathtrap” says Dewey.  They break out with the jewel and save the others from the thugs, but it’s revealed Glomgold ditched all the employees. One of the thugs says “I thought you said employees were the greatest treasure of all?!” “No!” says Glomgold, “Treasure is the greatest treasure of all, that’s why it’s called treasure!” 

The good ducks agree to take everyone back and escape in the sub. Upon arrival at Duckberg harbor, Glomgold is showing off his jewel to the media when Scrooge upstages him with a bigger, family jewel...ahem. It’s revealed to be a clean energy source that could power Duckburg for 50 years! So Scrooge is now in the energy business. When asked about Glomgold’s jewel, Scrooge says “It’s nice but it’s obviously super cursed.” Turns out he’s right because Glommy is immediately devoured by a giant octopus. 

Donald admits he’s been too overprotected of the boys and agrees to let them hang with Scrooge sometimes. The houseboat explodes because Dewey is cray and they all have to move into the mansion after all.

A reporter says Scrooge McDuck is back, “Solving mysteries and rewriting history.” Finish your drink. Back in the west wing, Dewey sees the old painting and puts up a folded over corner saying “Mom?!” WHAT THE HECK?! So we’re gonna explore that? 

Some overall thoughts: Much like Girl Meets World, the new Mickey Mouse shorts, and the maze, this reboot is not meant for me. That being said I still found it pretty entertaining and it’s something the whole family can enjoy together. There were plenty of things for today’s kids mentioned (photoshop, smart phones) but it didn’t feel too over-the-top. Ninety’s nostalgia seekers should feel welcome. The plot was similar to the original series pilot, just minus all the uncomfortable racial caricatures. Instead they used the mythical Atlantis. It will be interesting to see how they keep this up since most treasure is rooted in ancient mythology. Donald clearly will have a bigger role, and Webby is much spunkier, as still the only girl, but this time without all the thumb-sucking and crying.  I guess there’s no Duckworth...he never made sense to me anyway since he was a dog, but now Beakley has to take on the role of icy British servant. Hopefully she loosens up too. She lost weight, while Glomgod gained about twice his body mass. He no longer looks like Scrooge + beard. 

There were lots of fun jokes that went by so fast I couldn’t even type them. OVerall I enjoyed it! I plan to keep watching! What did you think?

#ducktales #Disney #disneyxd #donaldduck #scroogemcduck #ducktales 2017 #ducktales reboot #huey dewey and louie #Ducks

[jesterdmc]

The Devil’s adoration, Devil may cry story, Chapter 2

It was another normal day for Beatrice.

She gotten up in the early morning, dressed, Brushed her hair, while Listening to the radio reporting the weather news as she went on her morning routine.

She made her favorite breakfast, scrambled eggs and French toast covered in a liquid layer of syrup with slices of bananas and strawberries on top. The young woman almost drool over it. Gleefully happy it turned out well, not black and brunt. Her cooking was inexperienced and bit sloppy yet with lots more practice she deem to become much better at it.

With a nice warm pot of earl gray at her side, she eat her breakfast peacefully.

Beatrice knew today was going fine day, the weather was lovely and Beatrice slept very well even if she stood up little past her usual bedtime to study. She was in a good mood and had optimis for her future.

[1] Living of the attic of the Tea & Bakery had its favors, Beatrice enjoyed it and the company of Bell family with their old fashion bakery, also selling herbs for tea and accessories were sold too like tea pots and jars for the herbs.

Even if it sounded unpleasant living in someone else's attic, it was wonderful but of course, it had its ups and downs.

The ups were that from her window was a nice view of the town, a Wood fired oven and works as a fireplace too for those cold days. It was set in a place where she could walk anywhere, to the florist shop where she worked at or the park even the library. Beatrice was lucky enough to land a place just a block next to the bus stop so she could to college campus without delay.

It was nice and quiet on most days. No one really disturbed her. So when she was home alone she wouldn’t be worried about burglars or annoyed by neighbors, or annoying them. Beatrice was a quiet person yet can’t help to listen to music in a loud volume. Also the fact she could have pets.

The only downs were using an outside restroom, there was no running water in her place so she have to haul water up stairs, she could use the Bell's shower, but she could try taking a shower at the college campus, she had to do her laundry at the laundromat and when the weather's bad, she have to hang her clothing inside to dry if she got soaked. Also, she promised to look over the shop or babysit if need for the free rent.

That she didn't mind, it was nothing harsh and she was lucky enough to find this place.

Beatrice came to this town not just to go the college, it was to get out the house and try living on her own, with her own rules and likes. Thankfully when meeting the Bell family they gave her just that. It's been two years she been living in this town, it's nothing, but simple.

Just how the way she liked it.

When she finished eating breakfast, she washed her dirty dishes in her makeshift sink and put them away. She put out two trays of food on the floor. Then Beatrice went to brushed her teeth, washed her face,put on makeup. Not too much, just some basic eyeliner and mascara.

Beatrice grabbed her bag, her schoolbooks and papers in it. Along with her cell phone she made sure she charged before leaving. After mentally checking off her list of things she needed to do before leaving, she was ready opened her door to leave, however stop in mid way when a thought came to her.

"I wonder Viktor is?" Beatrice said aloud looking around the room, she saw her other cat, Victoria sleeping on the couch with no worry, relax as it can be. It's beautiful white fur look like a pearl in the sunlight, but no sign of her other cat. She walked over with a quick yet worried scan of the attic, seeing the white cat, Victoria had eaten her food, but Viktor’s hasn’t been eaten.

Beatrice had decide to put it aside when she saw her clock. She had to go, she didn't want to be late.

So Beatrice started down the stairs when she got to the bottom she stopped not to run into the woman in front of her whom exited the Bakery building.

"Good morning Beatrice, how you doing this fine morning?"  Mrs. Bell asked Beatrice, holding a basket of laundry she was gonna hang up to dry in her backyard.

Mrs. Bell was curling and wavy hair brunette woman with lot of spirit and a kind old soul. Loud and proud, Wise and intelligent. The type of woman that would always help you out or would want to get advice from. No matter the situation. She’ll be ready to brute force her way to help someone she cares for. A mother figure or at least the closest one to her.

They meet each other when Beatrice went to yoga class, after a while of chatting and socializing, it wasn’t long that the woman offered her attic for her to live in. That felt like ages ago, back when she had a baby inside her.

"Oh morning, i’m doing fine Fine Mrs. Bell. Have you any chance seen Viktor?" Beatrice greeted, giving a quick glance at her phone as she put it into her pocket. Monitoring her time and when the bus was gonna be at the bus stop.

"Oh sorry dearie I haven't seen him but I tell you what, if I see him I'll let you know."

"Thank you very much."  She gave a relieved smile.

Then both heard the crying of a baby upstairs where the Bells lived, Mrs. Bell gave a apologetic smile to the young woman before starting off and to check on her baby.

Beatrice jogged over to the sidewalk until she crossed the street and rushed her way towards the bus stop.

No one was around.

“Good. I haven’t missed it.” She smiled as she checked the time again. Beatrice sighed as she sat down. It wasn’t long until she wasn’t alone, a man come over and sat by her. Waiting for the bus too.

Beatrice couldn’t help, but glanced over to the stranger curiously, she felt awkward as she look at all his details.

A man dressed in a big coat his collar turned up like he was expecting harsh weather. He had a trilby hat on. He looked like some spy or someone undercover.

“Hard to believe with the warm weather, could he be a foreign? Was the weather he colder to what he was used to?” So many questions filled her curious mind as she tapped her fingers on her knees, swallowing the extra saliva in her mouth.

Beatrice took a breath in before turning away. She felt uncomfortable, but why? She felt something when staring at him. It still tingled her senses.

It screamed at her that something was wrong, that she had go back home and lock the doors. It was so bad, her hands started to sweat and slightly shake.

She closed her eyes, taking a breathe in. Trying her best to calm her nerves however stopped when hearing a voice.

"Are you the girl with the star?" The man asked.

"What? What do you mean? Who are you? And how-" A black cloth went over her head cutting her off, she tried to struggle and scream for help, it was useless. Her voice was muffled by the cloth.

She tried to defend herself by attacking him, using her nails to scratch at his face and arms in a instinct. Beatrice struggled and fought back to get out his hold, but the man was stronger than her.

Her bag dropped to the ground as she began to slow slip out of the conscious world, oxygen being forced out her lungs.

1- Beatrice's home, the Tea & Bakery is an idea molded after the movie 'Kiki's Delivery Service 'of the Bakery shop she works at and lives. I always thought it was cute and very cool, so I made it Beatrice's home too and I even add a family, The Bells to run the shop.