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[crepesuzette2023]

Hi, lovely Crepesuzette! Thanks a lot of your inspiring blog, your fics and always helpfull #fic recs! And can I ask any recs for good fics where John in the end understend the shit he did for Paul? All of this HDYS, Melody Maker, Rolling Stone etc, which not only hurted Paul but they ruined his self-esteem and creative reputation, you know. Thanks again! Love you and want you be happy everyday like you do it for me :)

Hello there, thank you for the ask—and for your kind words. Very welcome, esp. since real life has been low grade shit these past few days.

So...your ask make me think of stories where things are not only better than they were in this (clears throat) reality as we know it: there's also a focus on mutual understanding, peace-making, forgiveness. Yes?

These came to my mind...and making this list made me realize I'm really in the mood to re-read some of them! In the 70's:

stuck inside these four walls (@monkberries). Lost Weekend. John and Paul get locked up until they resolve their shit.

i can only speak my mind (@revollver). 70's. Paul reads John's 'secret' diaries that have been leaked to the press, and understands him—and himself—better.

forth and back (@monkberries). 70's—80's. Paul and John talk through songs.

A Toot and a Snore (@glowing-gold). Lost Weekend in LA. That jam session is on the page in real time, as is their slow and hot reconciliation. Will never forget the description of moustache-Paul and his nipples, *fans self*

They Say it's Your Birthday (@ohjohnnysblog). 1979. A personal favorite. Warm, nostalgic phone sex in the spirit of peace and friendship.

Down on the Farm (RosalindBeatrice), 1974. John is exposed to Wings, Paul's family, and Paul's hotness, and realizes it's all meant to lure him back...

You Will, You Will, You Will (@eveepe). John and Paul and Linda take the plunge. Excellent tension...over the phone and in person.

February in New Orleans (@eveepe). 1975. John and May visit Paul and Linda in New Orleans. Resentment is desire's favorite costume. Everyone has a good time, 2/4 have a hard-on (I am sorry).

Adventures in Total Honesty (@merseydreams). 1975. Paul and John meet backstage, and have it out. A+ banter, and so many things I wish Paul had said. Also: sex.

The lights go down (they're back in town) (@backbenttulips). 1977. Paul and John are trapped in an elevator at the Dakota. The power goes out. John comes back to live.

Something Borrowed Something New (@inspiteallthedanger). 1979. The former Beatles meet at Pattie & Eric's wedding. Paul and John face some truths.

six hours in august (@stonedlennon). 1979. A chance meeting in NYC. The love is still there.

I Still Miss Someone/ I Know That I Miss you, but I Don't Know Where I Stand/ Close the Door Lightly When You Go (RosalindBeatrice). 1976-1979. Paul and John become lovers, but their lives have changed. John feels guilty about the past, Paul has a family...Mutual empathy is needed, and accordingly grows. But it doesn't come easy.

1980 and Onwards:

The Birthday Party (@merseydreams). John and Paul meet at Ringo's Birthday Party. Paul has had therapy, and John wears denim shorts. There is only one bed.

Free Man in Paris (@backbenttulips). John and Paul get married in Paris in '61, and get a divorce seven years later. But it's not the end.

Memory Lane (@ohjohnnysblog). Old, married John and Paul leaf through a photo album and reminisce about the past, including past lovers.

and when broken bodies are washed ashore (who am i to ask for more) (wardo_wedidit): John and Paul. Now and Then.

Bermuda (@scurator): John and Paul are grown-ups and know what they want (each other, to start with).

Take A Sad Song and Make it Better (@javelinbk). 1980. John visits Paul in 1980, and they revisit the past, including their love. But their families don't magically disappear. Also by @javelinbk: Our Version of Events (Part 1, Part 2 (in progress)). 1971. Reading fan fiction helps John and Paul realize what's happening, and what's been happening in the past.

Going Nowhere (@inspiteallthedanger). 1980; John survives the shooting and returns to England. I think of this one as 'they talk about it' fic.

Comprehensive Fix-Its:

The Contract (JP). The story of John and Paul, with a happier (though bizarre) ending, and a lot of sex (good).

i was a younger man then (now) (post hoc) (@fingersfallingupwards). The story of John and Paul à la The Time Traveller's Wife. It takes them a long time—but in the end they do understand and forgive each other.

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[billthedrake]

This story is a follow up to The Hard Part. I figured it was time for a romantic story.

PARADISE

I won't say the country, but it was a remote, non-touristy tropical place that had developed a low-key "anything goes" reputation for gay vacationers. Underaged shit wasn't tolerated, but the beaches were long and largely private, and word was you could be naked or even have sex on the beach, and it wasn't a big deal.

Dad had a real excited grin on the prop plane ride over and on the jeep ride to the thatch bungalow. The guy who ran it gave us the run down on the basics. Limited hot water in the solar-powered heater, mosquito netting that was a must at night, a fridge stocked with the basics. Breakfast would be dropped off each morning at 7. Any issues just ring him on his cell phone. His English was broken but good, and he concluded his rehearsed speech with a smile.

"Most of all, the one rule here is have fun, guys," he grinned with a knowing expression before he bowed out and left me and Dad alone. I wasn't sure if people here were really laid back or if they just knew where the money came from.

Any way, it made me feel like I came to the right place, especially as I stepped out onto the back verandah and saw the water lapping the shore about eighty yards from our place for the next week.

"Glad we came?" Dad growled softly in my ear as his lips brushed against my lobe and his hands gently gripped my sides. I had resisted the vacation idea. It was winter break at school, and I had completed my last water polo season, which had ended my four years at USC on a high of a championship win. My parents were divorced now, and it was all complicated. But I had a plan to split my time between Mom and Dad this year - Mom's for Christmas and the week after down here with Dad.

"Mmm.. yeah," I replied as I backed into his embrace and even without looking, I knew he'd unbuttoned his oxford stripe dress shirt. Dad had a casual side but lately had leaned into that Brooks Brothers professional look, even on the weekends. I shuddered to think that would probably be me in twenty or thirty years.

I could tell Dad was horny as he pulled me tight against his warm body and ran his hands underneath my T-shirt, touching me for the first time in nearly two months.

"I almost forget how big you've gotten," he said. At 6'4", I was three inches taller than my father, but by now I'd pretty much matched his muscular build. I think we were both adjusting mentally to that development.

"I think you may have preferred me leaner," I said in a half tease.

Dad's fingers traced up my shaved-smooth abs, and up to my chest. "You kidding?" Dad grunted. "You're my top dog, Matty..."

"God, Dad," I hissed, my dick surging. We'd actually cut back on that talk the last few times. Dad was going through a lot emotionally with the divorce. The visits to LA were less frequent, and we were back more to weekly dad-son phone calls rather than constant texting. It had pained me to see, but I had only myself to blame.

Dad sensed my excitement. "A whole week, son... just us..." he grunted. Now that we were alone, it was like Dad felt liberated in the possibility we had to verbalize what had been hushed in our furtive sessions before. His hands were undoing my shorts.

"We gonna fuck like bunnies, Dad?" I hissed. His words, his touch, were driving me crazy.

I heard a chuckle behind me and Dad gave a gentle pat to my abs. My shorts fell to the floor and Dad was already peeling down my briefs. My erection felt great in his smooth warm hands. "I think someone's been a horny boy away at college," he growled.

I had. I was closeted, still, and maybe would stay that way. But I had fooled around with a professor. He couldn't hold a candle to Dad, but the secret sex was hot. Maybe I was too addicted to the secrecy.

I started thrusting in and out of my father's fist, seeing my sizable tool push out past his curled thick fingers. Dad looked over my shoulder to watch, too.

Finally he withrdrew his hand and stepped back. When I turned I saw his beautiful blond chest fur, now streaked with silver, and all that daddy muscle. Dad was just past the 5-0 mark now and handsome as fuck. Not overly big, but a man's body, simply and quietly masculine. With a smile he walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers, then undid his shorts.

"Wanna take our time today, Matt?" Dad said in a soft voice.

"Yeah," I replied, my voice croaking in lust. "I do."

We got fully naked and got on top of the cotton sheets together. We could feel the humid tropical breeze blow over our bodies as he scooted closer, our hands surprisingly tentative as they reached out to touch one another.

"It's been a while," I said as my fingers traced Dad's mid section. I don't know if it was the stress of his divorce or just work kept him busy, but my father had put on some weight around his middle. Not too much, but the love handles were fuller and there was a hint of a belly. I loved his body, the way it was before, and the way it was now.

"Yeah, it has," Dad sighed. "I guess I needed a little break... doesn't mean I didn't dream of this, a lot."

I felt deeply emotional at that point. "You don't have to explain, Dad," I said. And I eased forward to kiss my father, softly. I wasn't gonna push him on this trip. I was the one who'd put it out there first, the idea of being boyfriends, and I knew that may have been partly responsible for my parents' divorce.

The carefree naughtiness Dad had when we started our affair was gone now, but that didn't make the lust or attraction between us die down. Dad kissed me back, just as softly, and ran his hand over my lats, silently appreciating my fuller muscle. He shifted his body a little and like that our cocks were pressing against one another. Father to son, erection to erection, and nothing between us. It's hokey, maybe, but at that moment, I thought Dad and I were saying the things that need to be saying through our hard dicks.

I've never been a frot guy. The friction doesn't actually work for me in a pleasant way, much less in a manner to get me off. But that afternoon was the closest I'd get to it. Dad and I clung to one another, hands pawing and gripping and caressing each other's bodies as we made out and humped each other. Like we were making up for lost time. In a way we were.

Dad started kissing up along the side of my neck, muttering in his deep soft growl as he did. "God, son, this is so incredible... YOU feel so incredible."

He pulled back and looked into my eyes. We were on our sides but Dad was angled a little more on top. "Can I show you what I've been dreaming about doing to you the last few months?" he asked playfully.

"God, yeah," I laughed, feeling my hardon surge against his hip.

He bit his lip and made a show of raising my arm and pressing my wrist up against the pillow next to my head. Then he dove down and started licking and kissing my arm pit. I'd kept my upper body and legs shaved for water polo, and my underarm was completely smooth. Now that my final season was over, I'd actually looked forward to growing in my body hair for a change. But for now, Dad feasted on my smooth skin, giving my pit one last soft lick before moving over to my chest and nipple.

"Damn, Dad..." I sighed, almost laughing from half-ticklish sensations. But he kept his slow exploration, taking his time back and forth between my two nipples, then tracing his tongue over the ridges of my abs. I kept my lower abdomen shaved, but I was proud of my full light brown bush. Dad kind of nuzzled his nose through my pubes before his latched his mouth along the sides of my shaft.

I was enjoying the slow approach but was glad Dad wasn't trying to be too much a tease. He lifted my prick and took me into his mouth. The blowjob was soft and gentle and could have made me cum if he'd gone at it any harder. For now, I rose the crest of that ultimate pleasure, my toes curling down some as my body shook involuntarily.

Dad chuckled as he pulled off. "You're worked up," he observed, holding my prick up and just looking at it directly and lovingly.

"You have no idea, Dad," I said. "Ever since you suggested this trip."

My father's blue eyes looked up at me. Love and a lot of lust. "Guess I made the right call, then," he said. For all the emotional messiness of the last year, it was like we knew we needed this closeness.

"Guess you did," I smirked.

Dad's fingers relinquished my cock and ran along my upper thighs, savoring their smoothness. "Do I still get to show you what I've been fantasizing about?" he asked.

I nodded. "Please." I was so horny, and I could have cum real quick if I had a hand or mouth on my dick working me. But the build up was even better.

"Lift your legs, Matt," Dad urged softly.

"Fuck," I said, having an idea what was coming. For all of our times together, Dad had never actually rimmed me. It was the other way around, me as Top Dog, and maybe he thought I'd object to having my hole licked.

I didn't and certainly not now. I pulled back my thighs and held my knees toward my chest. Dad had a close and direct view of my lightly furred pucker.

"Goddamn," he hissed. And he leaned in to start licking me.

Dad wasn't the first guy to rim me but he was only the second. Maybe it was psychological, but I didn't think I enjoyed having my hole eaten. I was wrong. In that resort bungalow, I leaned back and let my father make love to my ass. French kissing it, and then exploring deeper with his soft, talented tongue. My dick was dripping the whole time.

That rim job probably lasted five minutes but it felt like a glorious eternity.

Dad had been in control but now seemed super horny and impetuous. "My turn," he hissed and I watched as he let my legs down and turned to face away from me, scooting back toward my face. My hands touched his strong thighs. I might have had the more athletic build, but Dad was solid, and his muscle had the advantage of his age and years of activity. The glutes flexed some at my touch, then Dad leaned forward, which pulled his buns apart.

I dove in. I loved eating Dad out and I was particularly worked up then. My father moaned out loud, almost grunted even, as my tongue circled around his pucker and started fluttering against his entrance.

"Eat my ass, son," he hissed. And then, as I ate him, he leaned forward more, nudging my legs back up. Turns out Dad wasn't done eating my hole, either. Fine with me. I pulled my legs back to let him at it again, and like that we settled into our first rim 69.

I knew then that we'd be doing this a lot more. It was like an electrical circuit flowed between us. The more I licked, the more I felt the sensations along my own hole. So I licked more, urging Dad to follow suit.

Maybe it got too much for him. maybe he just wanted my cock. Because Dad finally pulled out of my trench and leaned up to start licking my cock. I grunted into his ass, and grunted louder when my father bucked his rump back against my face. I thought he was trying to get me in deeper into his hole, and maybe he was, but I realized the new position was to take my cock into his mouth.

No slow approach now, Dad was going in for the kill. Steady, controlled suck motions up and down on my hard as nails prick.

I moaned against into the cheeks that practically smothered my face and gave up my cum. Right into Dad's cocksucking mouth. It was a surprisingly intense orgasm, and I rode it out, stopping my full on ass licking and just enjoying Dad's spit-wet hairy cheeks pressed against my face as he milked my load out.

My father finally got off of his perch and climbed off the bed, his own prick beet red in excitement. He searched his bag for some lube and squirted some on his prick.

"Think you can rim me some more?" he asked in a plea.

I nodded, then watched Dad return to the position he had before.

"Lie back, son," he urged, clearly horny and ready to shoot. I did as instructed and my father sat his butt on my face. It wasn't the optimal position for a skilled rim job but there was something very hot about having my face covered with my father's ass. I licked wildly at his trench while he stroked frantically.

"Fuck!" he growled and I felt the hot sperm shoot in thick ropes over my chest and abs. Dad was clearly backed up and I loved feeling his jizz rain down on me.

He was all smiles when he finally pulled off and maneuevered himself to a sit beside my supine body.

"Thanks for that, Matt," he said with a grin as he patted my upper arm gently. "That was incredible."

"Fuck yeah, it was," I laughed, finally leaning up and wiping the spit from my face. "Wasn't expecting that for our first day."

Dad smiled. God, he looked so sexy then. "I wanted to try something new."

I ran my fingers up his furry thighs, more in a lazy caress than a tease. "I hope we try some a lot more new stuff this week," I said.

Dad nodded and leaned down for a soft kiss. Then when he pulled out he had an playful smile. "Looks like I made a mess of you, buddy."

I looked down at my torso and had to laugh. Dad had really painted my whole upper body with his sperm, which was now liquifying on my smooth muscle. "Jesus, Dad, how long were you holding that load in?"

"A solid week," he admitted, sheepishly. "Wanted to be ready for our vacation."

"Damn," I hissed, then got up to rinse off before the cum ran all off my body and onto the sheets.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Dad was looking through the fridge that was set up to the side of our room. He was naked and even though I'd just cum, it was hard not to be turned on by his middle-aged body. So much like mine, yet a total contrast, too.

Dad looked up. "There were some sandwiches here and a bottle of wine," he said. "What do you say we just enjoy that as our dinner here?"

"Yeah, sounds awesome," I said as I stepped over to the door and looked out onto the beach. "We certainly got an incredible view."

Dad pulled out the wine bottle and found the opener. "Gonna put any clothes on, Matty?" he chuckled.

I reached down and tugged at my soft genitals. "Nah... no one's gonna see us, Dad.... come on."

I could see the cautious side of him debating in his own mind. Guess which side won out. "All right," he conceded.

It was a strangely romantic meal, me and Dad out on the verandah, sipping wine and just enjoying being there, naked and free.

"Sorry I had to step back last year, Matty," Dad said at last, as our conversation veered from light hearted to serious.

"Dad..." I objected. "You don't have to explain yourself." I sighed. "It's complicated."

"It is," my father agreed. "And I do have to explain myself. I called you my boyfriend two years ago, and I meant it... only it was one thing to imagine divorce, but the reality is harder than you can ever imagine, son."

I gave a grimace and nodded. "Yeah, it hit me hard in a weird way. I mean, I wanted that... you know, fantasized about it happening, but then it hit me that it's my own parents getting a divorce... I don't know..."

Dad sighed. "I sometimes worry I made a mistake..."

I stopped on. "Come on, Dad. If it wasn't me, it would be another guy." I paused. "Sorry to be blunt." I realized there was this tricky line where I wasn't sure whether I could talk to Dad as a parent, lover, or friend.

"Yeah, probably," he admitted, his face softening some. "I did have a couple other experiences with men. Honest truth, they can't hold a candle to my Top Dog."

"Fuck!" I hissed.

"What?" Dad asked, concerned he'd said the wrong thing.

I chuckled. "You just gave me a boner, that's all."

Dad scooted back and looked down. "I'll be damned." He took another appreciative look at my erection then leaned back in his chair. "Things were... complicated... with your mother and me. But I never felt her desire me that much, son. Ever."

"Dad," I said. "I've been thinking... maybe we shouldn't rush things. I mean, we have time right? You're divorced and I'm a single young dude. Let's just enjoy that, OK?"

Dad seemed relieved by my words and he gave a big smile. "Sounds amazing, buddy," he said. He nodded down at my lap. "Need me to take care of that boner for you, Top Dog?"

I grinned. Just hearing him say those words made my dick twitch. Probably always would. But I shook my head. "Later. We got all night. All week even. I want you keyed up for it, too."

****

It was our first full day in Paradise, and we'd come in from the beach, already frying in the midday son. I wasn't sure if we were going to wait for sex, but after I took a quick rinse in the shower, Dad slipped down a pair of trunks and let his meaty dong out.

I slipped on some shorts while Dad stepped into the bathroom. He was taking some time, and when I realized he was prepping himself, I slipped my shorts back off. We he came out, freshly showered, I was in bed and rock hard. Dad grinned, tossing aside the towel and showing off his amazing body and a dick that was firming up by the second.

"We didn't get around to fucking yesterday," he said playfully as he got up onto the bed, too.

"No, sir, we didnt," I replied. Dad and I never had a formal relationship and I never called him sir, but at that moment it felt right, even if in a playful way.

Our bodies felt warm as we connected in an incestuous embrace. Slowly, we made out. It felt wonderful. It's funny: in the weeks leading up to this trip, I imagined all sorts of hard athletic sex, but now I was getting into the slowness of our sex.

I mimicked Dad from last night and started kissing all over his body. It hadn't been a particular urge of fantasy of mine, but the act was powerful and a turn on. My rim job was soft and measured, gently licking my father's pucker in contrast to the fevered munching of the night before.

When I got out the lube, Dad looked up at me with a look that was horny but very loving. "I dont need a lot of fingering today, Matty... I'm pretty horny for it," he said.

The contrast between his clear lust and his calm demeanor drove me wild. I slicked up my cock and applied some lube to his ring, then scooted up as he put a pillow under the small of his back to raise his ass up to the right level.

"Unnnfff... that's it, buddy. Nice and slow."

I was pressing in with some pressure to breach the ring but going as gradually as I could. I felt dad's natural defenses pull back and pretty soon let me inside him. The man's insides were hot and wet and incredible. I missed this. "Fuck, Dad," I hissed.

"Back in the saddle, right, Matty?" Dad growled.

My dick started bottoming out inside his ass. It was tight but not too tight and I got off on how it welcomed me back inside. "Fuck, yeah, Dad. I missed this."

"Missed this, too, son," Dad hissed and ran his hands up and down my flank. His legs were wrapped around me and we took advantage of the classic missionary position to kiss deeply.

I slow pumped him just like that, our bodies clinging to one another. Dad actually whimpered while I dicked him and instead of finding that passive or feminine or anything it turned me the fuck on. I put more power to my thrusts, not going fast but maximizing the depth of my fuck.

When I pulled off the kiss, Dad was clearly right on the edge of that path to orgasm. "I love you, son," he grunted.

"Love you too, dad." We'd had that conversation about taking it slow this week, but we weren't saying anything we hadn't said before.

My words made dad's eyes open wide in excitement. It was a romantic vibe but sexual too. "I love my son's cock fucking me," he grunted.

We didn't always or even usually bring up the taboo aspect of the incest during sex itself. But it never failed to fire me up. "God, I love fucking my father's ass."

I paused my fuck for a second. I didn't want to, but I needed to get the lube and squirt some on my father's cock. I tossed the bottle to the side and resumed that deep thrust. "Go for it, Dad. Cum on your son's cock..."

"Oh yeah," he hissed, stroking now as we fucked. "I'm so fucking close...."

"Yeah," I urged. "Top Dog's gonna get your there, sir. Gonna fuck a load out of those dad balls."

I could see Dad's eyes on me, not just my face but all of me. Taking in my hunky water polo body. Strong and muscular for 22. That gaze made me feel like even more of a stud, as I threw all of my poise and power into dicking Dad across the finish line.

"Fuck!" he cried, and I was grateful for the seclusion of this bungalow. Dad could be a moaner in sex sometimes, but this was the loudest I'd seen him. His whole body tensed up and he raised his hips up higher, mostly withdrawing off my dick as his cock jerked and a few heavy streaks of cum shot out. Not as crazy a load as the previous night, but it was an amazing sight.

I gave a few urgent thrusts, eager to get my nut before it all became too much for Dad. Sometimes when I feel that time pressure, I can't come right away, but I was so worked up, it was no issue at all now. I grunted and then started having one of those orgasms that made me grateful to be a top with a receptive ass to fuck. It was the kind of orgasm that feels like it's not gonna come and then when it does feels like it's not gonna end.

We kissed and embraced and felt the stickiness of dad's load between our warm bodies.

***

I'd learn that sex, particularly intense sex, usually tires Dad out.

It probably didn't take ten minutes before Dad was dozing off. More than dozing - dead asleep, snoring in the soft queen bed as the tropical breeze blew in.

I loved being with him as he slept, but I'm not much of a napper. And after reflecting on the mindblowing hotness of this illicit getaway, I figured it was weird to just watch my father sleep.

I quietly rifled through my stuff and put on a pair of running shorts. I'd be taking a break from lifting that week, but figured I could get in some cardio. Particularly since some clouds were coming in, and the afternoon sun waning in intensity.

Jogging in sand is its own challenge, but you get used to it after a bit. Plus, it was the most amazing view imaginable. Turquoise water, palm trees, lapping water against the shore. All to myself. I was in awe most of the time.

As I jogged I thought about the story Dad and I had rehearsed. I mean, no one knew we were related. So I was just a college kid having a fling with his professor. It was easier for me to tell a half truth than a lie. We had practiced our fictitious names and our backstory. But who knows if we'd even have to use it. So far we'd not seen a single soul since arriving.

Then, just as I was about to turn around, I saw a guy lying on the beach ahead of me. Then as I wiped the sweat out of my eyes, I saw it was two men. Tanned, good bodies, and naked. And I'd stumbled on them just as I saw one of them, a younger brown haired guy, lean over and start blowing the older guy.

My heart stopped in horniness. I so wanted to watch, these guys were just beautiful. But I felt bad for invading their privacy, so I turned around and made my way back.

I told Dad when I got back. He had woken up and was looking amazing in his nakedness.

"I just saw two guys on the beach having sex," I laughed as I gulped down some water.

"Out here?" Dad asked, incredulous, his furry, naked body propped against the pillow.

I shook my head, trying to catch my breath. Running in the humidity is a bitch. "No, further down. Older guy and younger guy, like us."

"Maybe not exactly like us," Dad leered. I was loving seeing my father's naughty side come out on this trip so far.

"Yeah, probably not," I laughed.

"Is that something you wanna do, Matt?" my father said, more than a little concern in his eye. He had an uptight, cautious side. Which I guess was a good thing given our incestuous affair. "Fucking out in the open?"

"They weren't fucking, the young guy was blowing the older guy," I corrected.

"Still... that's pretty wild." Dad said simply. "It's a little out of my comfort zone."

"Maybe mine, too," I admitted. "But it would be hot to try."

I slipped off my jogging sorts and jock strap, letting my dick swing free. I wasn't chubbed, but it felt good to expose myself to Dad.

It was like he was reading my mind. "It's incredible being naked with each other, isn't it?"

I nodded, feeling a strange excitement that was sexual but not about having sex at that moment. It was funny in my mind, I thought we'd be fucking nonstop all week, but now that we were here, I had to acknowledge that our sexual endurance had some pretty clear limits. That was cool, too, it just made me focus on Dad in a different way.

Dad took in a full view of my body. "I hate to see you cover up that beautiful body, son, but what do you say we go into town and grab some dinner?"

****

I showered up and got dressed - just a pair of cotton shorts, a T-shirt and flip flops. This was the most I would wear all week. The rental came with beat up bicycles that Dad and I rode down the dirt road. "Town" was something between a hamlet and a real town. But there were a few restaurants, even more bars, and a lot of tourists. Not all of them were gay, but maybe half were. Couples, mostly. It wasn't the nightlife or circuit kind of scene.

Normally, I didn't drink a ton. But it was vacation, and with the heat, the tropical fruit drinks went down easy. I had a good buzz by the time Dad and I had dinner.

He seemed like he had something on his mind as we had a drink at the bar after our meal. "Matty.... I've had three very difficult decisions in my life. Fooling around with you that first time. Divorcing your mom. And asking you to come down here."

"Dad..." I started to object. Everything sexual was off the charts hot between me and my father, but it was still tough to talk about the ramifications. About what the fuck we were doing. I didn't want to spoil the fun with reality.

"All of them were the best decisions I've ever made." I think the drinks were starting to let his inhibitions down, too. "Listen, bud... I know this is just some fun time, and last thing I'd ever want to do is get in the way of you going off to live your life."

This was getting heady, quick. Was Dad saying what I thought he was saying?

Just then a man appeared beside Dad. "Are these seats free?" he asked. The accent was European, but the English was flawless. He was about 55 and very tanned. Handsome, silver hair that was just starting to thin but which he kept trimmed short on the sides. Besides him was a much younger man, maybe a few years older than me, dark haired, thinner and good looking.

Dad blushed as our heart-to-heart conversation was quickly interrupted. I thought for a second he'd say no, but instead he gestured to the seats. "Help yourself," he said.

The couple talked among themselves at first until they got their drink. Then the Daddy struck up a conversation.

"You guys from the States?"

"Yep. Ohio," Dad answered using the script we'd created for ourselves for the week. "You?" Dad could be moody and withdrawn sometimes, but he was great at small talk, with acquaintances and strangers alike. It's one of those skills honed with his job, I realized, as well as the country club set my parents traveled in before Dad came out.

"Germany," he answered. "We come here every year."

"I can see why," I said. "It's fricking amazing."

"Your first time here?" the younger man asked. His English was even smoother, and had more of a British accent, probably from his education.

"Yeah," I said.

"But we'll probably be back."

We talked - about travel, about intergenerational couples, about soccer of all things. Then Walter, the older man, got a sly look on his face. Turning to me, he said. "I should admit I saw you today, Matt. On the beach."

I think I blushed. "That was you? Sorry, man, I didn't realize what was going on till it was too late."

"Wait, these are the guys?" Dad asked, turning from me to the couple.

"You told him," the man chuckled. Then leaning back and putting his arm on Karl's shoulder he smiled. "Yeah, me and Karl love the freedom here. Hope it didn't freak you out."

I shook my head. "No, not at all. Just..."

Dad chimed in. "I think you may have given us an idea or two of how to spend the week."

"Glad we could help," Walter grinned.

"You guys are a cute couple." It was Karl and his directness caught me off guard.

"You, too," I said truthfully,

"There aren't many of us," Walter said.

"Many what?" I could sense my Dad nervous for the first time. Like something was going wrong with the script.

"Intergenerational couples," Walter replied. "You know, daddy-son couples." He looked around. "Though you'll find a good number here."

"Matt and I are still working things out," Dad said. "We're not out or anything back home."

"It's tough," Walter said. "We still don't tell everyone... but we did get married last year."

"Yeah?" I said. I don't know why this surprised me.

Karl lifted his hand to show off a simple gold band, and I could see a matching one on his partner's left hand.

"Congratulations," my dad said.

"Thanks," Walter said. "It can be tough being in an unconventional couple but here we get to be ourselves, right boy?" he nudged Karl's elbow.

Karl laughed and smiled. "Fuck yeah, Daddy."

That hit me hard and turned me on, too.

"Listen, we're heading back but maybe you guys want to come over for dinner tomorrow? A little company would be nice. No pressure."

I looked at Dad and he nodded then turned to the guys. "It'd be our pleasure."

***

Dad and I were a little tipsy when we got back. We stripped down and made out in bed and pretty soon I was feeling up my father's erection. It was a sensation and powerful feel I'd never get sick of. Holding the dick that made me.

"Feels nice, Matty..." Dad hissed. "Only I'm probably too spent from earlier. I think you fucked every bit of cum from my balls."

I laughed then reached down to cup those testicles. "That's OK, Dad," I said. "All right if we fool around a little though? We can get off tomorrow..."

Dad nodded and we spent the next twenty minutes making out and feeling each other up. We started swapping blow jobs. Soft, slow exploratory dick sucking. Dad, then me, then trading places again. I thought of moving around to a 69, but I loved that position between my father's legs, working his hard dick lovingly.

Then it clicked for him, taking us both by surprise. Dad's fingers drew tighter on my neck and his body tensed. Turns out he had some cum left in the tanks after all. And he was spurting it into my sucking mouth.

***

The German guys' bungalow was a little nicer than ours but pretty similar in style. I guess they'd ordered some dinner brought there, because after Walter ushered us in and led us to the back verandah, we saw a big spread set out with some chilled wine.

Walter was casually dressed with an unbuttoned linen shirt that showed off his lightly hairy chest and a pair of cotton shorts. Karl wore less, just a pair of swim trunks.

"I feel over dressed," Dad chuckled as he walked over to shake the young man's hand in greeting.

"Hope you don't mind," Karl grinned. "We normally don't even bother with clothes."

"My son and I have a little exhibitionist streak, if I'm honest," Walter grinned.

That gave Dad and me some pause. Dad especially. He blushed some but tried to play it cool. "To each his own," he said. I saw Walter try to read his face, then mine. I knew something was up. But Walter didn't press it, instead he got up and poured us some wine.

"To new friends," he toasted.

"To new friends," I said in return.

"Prost!" Karl toasted.

We made small talk, and over dinner chatted mostly more about the island and some of the activities you could do, even if it wasn't set up with as much as other resorts. And Dad asked them about their city back in Germany.

Dad and I gave a censored, half-fictionalized version of the truth. Me a college senior, Dad a divorced man in Ohio. The food was good, though I was still getting used to the cuisine.

We were in a relaxed mood as the sunset became night and the low lights on the verandah made the tropical evening seem perfect.

"You think you'll come back?" Karl asked.

Dad looked over at me, a playful glint in his eye. After the sun and the heat of the day, he was getting tipsy from the wine. I had to savor just how incredibly handsome my father was in vacation mode. "Yeah, we're definitely thinking about it," he said, verbally asking for some confirmation of the mood he was feeling. "It's a magical place."

"It is," Karl chimed in. "Father and I love coming every year."

I was definitely feeling a vibe now. Dad was too.

"So... he ventured... the father-son thing... is that a kink thing... you know, roleplay?" His tone was cautious but inquisitive and respectful.

Walter grinned. "Would it bother you if it wasn't just roleplay?" he asked.

Dad shook his head and quietly responded. "No." Looking over at me I realized Dad was getting turned on. "Don't think it would bother Matt either."

"It wouldn't," I assured the other couple.

Karl scooted up to Walter, running his hands along the older man's shoulder. "The family resemblance is hard to deny, isn't it?" he asked impishly. "But people don't expect it to be a possibility."

"Fuck," Dad whispered softly. Then more aloud: "You two are a beautiful couple," he said, with surprising directness.

Walter looked between me and Dad. "You men are, too."

I gulped. Dad did too. But he reached over on the wicker sofa where we were seated and placed his arm on my shoulder. His touch made me break out in goosebumps. "I gotta say...." Dad sighed. "I didn't expect this turn of events."

"We can change the subject," Walter offered.

"It's good to be able to talk about it," I piped in. I don't think I'd realized till then how bottled up it had all between me and Dad. The sneaking around was hot and all but it somehow felt lonely too.

"Happy to," the other father said. "But we're going to follow your lead how much you want to talk about."

Dad looked at me. "What do you think Matt?" he asked quietly.

I nodded. "Yeah," I replied softly. It felt like we were taking a chance, but I knew we wouldn't have another opportunity.

Dad gave me a quick peck then turned back to the other guys, pulling me close. "Matt's my son. We're dating."

Karl smiled. So did Walter. "What does dating mean for you guys?" the older man asked. "Just fucking?"

I shook my head. "We fuck," I said aloud, getting off on the transgression of verbalizing the forbidden. "But Dad's my boyfriend."

That made Walter smile. "For us, the romance is hotter than the sex. Or at least it's connected. Isn't that right son?" he said, patting Karl's bare leg.

"Jah, Papa" the son answered, sliping back into German.

The two leaned in and kissed softly, for longer than Dad and I had. Karl had a big grin on his face when he pulled back. "Dad's a great kisser," he said, returning to English.

I felt flush with heat of excitement. I was getting turned on, both from the voyeurism and from the open embrace of the incest idea.

Dad spoke up. "Matt is too. My boyfriend learned some moves in college," he chuckled playfully. I had to chalk some of Dad's relaxed mood to the wine, because he was definitely more uptight than this normally. But I think he too grasped the rarity of the situation and decided to go with the flow.

Walter leaned back in his seat and smiled at us. "How long have you too been together?" he asked. I could tell he was feeling flush with excitement, too.

"A little over three years," Dad answered. "Though we only talked about the boyfriend thing a year and a half ago."

"We've been involved longer," Walter said. "But like I said last night, we got married last year."

I had half forgotten about their professed wedded status until then. "How the fuck does that work?" I blurted out.

The men laughed, which made me glad I hadn't offended them.

"Would it hold up in a court of law back in Germany?" Walter said. "No. But it's a real marriage. They don't ask for many documents here. Karl and I have a license... and of course the rings," he added flashing his ring finger to display the band. "That's real enough for us."

"God, guys," Dad chimed in. "I have so many questions."

"Feel free to ask them," Walter replied. I could tell he was glad to share his and Karl's experience with us.

So for the next hour that's what he did. We listened to the process of applying for a license in the country and what the civil ceremony was like. We asked how they managed being a couple back home, how to deal with people's expectations and give excuses for living together.

"I won't lie, mates," Karl finally said. "There are some challenges. But nothing beats actually living with your own father as his husband. It's just incredible."

My breath was getting short. Something about the idea felt unreal but very appealing to me at that moment.

***

A half hour later, as we bid good night and thanked them for the hospitality, I could tell it was on Dad's mind too. The heaviness of that idea. We walked along in silence on the quiet deserted back road to our cabana.

"It's an insane idea, Matt," Dad finally said, breaking the silence.

"It is," I replied.

He looked over at me, his older more experienced face somehow seeming nervous and youthful then. "We can't rush into something like that."

"God Dad!" I hissed.

His face scrunched into a look of concern. "Did I say the wrong thing, Matt?"

I shook my head and dropped my voice to a whisper. "You gave me a hardon."

Dad looked down and sure enough saw my shorts tented up, beyond being able to hide it.

"That's my Top Dog," he grinned.

I felt a warmth come over me, and I decided to say the next words. "Would I still be your Top Dog if you did me?"

I let the words hang in the humid air and saw Dad's lips curl up into a faint smile at the corner. His response was measured. "You know you would, Matty," he said, reaching over to rub his hand along my lower back as we walked. "But is that something you want to try?"

I didn't answer him directly because I wasn't sure of the answer myself. Not 100%. "You like it, right, Dad?" I asked.

He nodded. "I do," he replied. "But mostly because you're the one doing me. It's hard to explain."

I mulled it over. I didn't say anything at first, then spoke. "I wanna try it, Dad. I need to know what it feels like."

I expected my father to object or try to talk me out of it. Instead he gave a gentle grin and let out a throaty whisper. "It's gonna be so hot, Matty... I promise." I knew then how much he wanted this. And a part of me felt bad for holding out this long.

Thankfully, we didn't have a long walk back to our bungalow. It was a still quiet night, and I remember the sound and feel of the ceiling fan as we methodically stripped down. Dad's body was tanned from the week, and the coloring made his gray temples stand out more.

"God, you're really fucking handsome, Dad," I hissed, just I peeled down my shorts and let my hardened dick free.

Dad followed suit. It never ceased to turn me on how similar my cock was to his and yet how his looked different. Fuller, meatier somehow. Older.

His skin was warm as he stepped up to me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a kiss. Sometimes Dad urged me to go slower and softer with the kissing but at that moment he was right at my vibe... horny as fuck.

He growled in my mouth as he pulled back and patted my bare ass. "Why don't you get ready, son?" he asked. "I usually do a couple extra gos at it," he added.

I nodded and went into the bathroom, where Dad's portable enema kit was. I won't lie, this part felt weird at first, since I'd never used one. But I remembered the thrill I always have whenever he prepares himself for me, and I wondered if he felt the same.

I rinsed off and when I came out finally, I felt the thrill of my father's greedy eyes on me. His erection hadn't flagged one bit and I saw that dad cock jerk off his hairy belly.

"I can't believe we're about to do this," he said quietly, his brown eyes roaming all over my naked body. My own dick was jerking back to hardness, quickly.

"That makes two of us," I joked.

He patted the back next to him and I climbed on.

His kiss now was even more possessive, rougher even, as he pawed at me and rolled on top of me. The change of script thrilled me, actually, as did the feeling of his muscular, middle aged body on top of mine.

"I love you, Matt," he said as he raised his body above me, looking down with lust and affection.

"Love you, too, Dad," I replied, automatically. Then less automatically, I added, "Cliff."

That made his nostrils flare and a grunt emerge from deep in his lungs. It was the first time I'd used his first name since the divorce. I was taking a chance using it now, after all our talk of going slow, but after this evening's conversation, it felt right.

He leaned down and kissed my upper chest. A couple of soft pecs against my smooth muscle. "My baby boy," he sighed, and I felt his cock just against my thigh. He made his way down, kissing me and giving a few stray licks. I craved for him to take my dick into his mouth and just start sucking me, but I was also glad he held off, giving my nuts a lick before making his way down my inner thigh.

When he nudged my legs, I didn't need it spelled out. I lifted them up and pulled them back. I was vulnerable now, and open, my ass hole on full display for my father. '

He actually leered as he looked intently at my it, then looked up into my eyes. "I'm serious about what I said earlier, Matt... you'll always be my Top Dog."

Those words hit me deep. There was so much going on between us. The complication of being father and son, yet lovers. The realization that dominance and submission were flip sides of the same coin for us. About penetration, but not about it either.

"I want you to be Top Dog tonight, Cliff," I hissed.

Dad dove in. If my first rim job from Dad the other day was eye-openingly hot, this one felt particularly intense. Dad munched at my ring, and that gentle tickling sensation of his tongue switched into something else in me. Pleasure, but almost a tingling need. Particularly once my father's tongue drilled deeper.

I pulled my legs apart wider and gave Dad full rein of my hole. "Eat me out, Cliff," I grunted. Now relishing the first name basis. "Get your boyfriend's hole ready."

"Fuck, son," he grunted as he pulled back and wiped his chin before resting his thumb at my ring and pressing into its now relaxed state. "I gotta fuck you."

I hissed, feeling nervous and yet wanting it and feeding off the transgression of the whole thing. "Is my father gonna take my cherry?"

Dad nodded, like he was afraid he was gonna break the spell if he spoke. I watched him grab the lube and copy my actions from so many times before. I knew Dad had fooled around with a couple of other guys before we started our affair. But surprisingly, we didn't talk a lot about our sexual histories.

As Dad's fingers pressed into me, a second lubed one going in along the first, I shuddered to realized we'd have to talk about our sexual pasts, like boyfriends eventually do.

"Damn, Matty," Dad growled. "You're opening right up." I could sense the surprise in his voice and maybe a little disbelief that I was cherry.

"My father is really good at this," I shot back.

Dad leaned up on his knees, his paternal hardon throbbing as he drizzled lube on it. "You know," he said, stroking the slickness along his length. "Before we started, I would sometimes jerk off fantasizing about this," he said, taking a second to add some lube to my own prick. "I felt guilty as hell," he added with a smirk as he set down the lube again.

Those words hit me deep. I'd relaxed my legs some so they wouldn't cramp, but Dad was silently instructing me to place them on his shoulders before he leaned in and reached down to guide his cock. Not into me, but pressing against my vulnerable pucker.

"Did I get your cherry, Cliff?" I asked. Riding the knife's egde between sex talk and boyfriend talk. I'd never had the guts to ask Dad that the first time I fucked him. I was asking him now.

He shook his head. "No, Matt. That would have been hot though." He stared down into my face. "Too much?" he asked. Already he was pushing forward against my guarded entrance.

"Feels weird," I laughed nervously.

"It's gonna," he explained. In the back of my head I realized this was some fucked up version of the father-son birds-and-bees talk. My dad explaining how sex works. "Just focus on how much you want your dad to fuck you."

There was something crude and direct about that, and it made my hole unclench. There was a sting and a fullness as my father's cock bore into me.

"God yes, son," Dad cried.

My hands clenched at his arms, and I stifled my own cry. It didn't hurt exactly but it was the shock more than anything that caught me off guard. My mind wanting it, but my body resisting.

"I got ya baby boy," Dad hissed. "Your daddy's got ya."

"Fuck, Dad," I whimpered. I felt vulnerable and a little helpless and, yeah, that was messing with my jock ego some. But Dad was being my Rock at that moment. The man I could be vulnerable with. My insides unclenched and I felt myself being filled more steadily and deeply. This time, it felt amazing.

"Shit," I hissed, my talon grip turning into caresses of my father's strong arms.

"Yeah, Matty...? Feeling good?" He knew, but also was confirming.

"Feeling great, Cliff," I grunted. "Dad."

"That conversation... those guys tonight..." Dad said as he bottomed out. "That got you worked up, didn't it?"

Oh fuck, Dad knew how to take me to that emotional place, all right. I nodded and felt my cock surge back to full rigidity. The harder my dick got the more it interacted with the buzzing of my prostate. Now I knew what Dad loved about bottoming.

"I don't wanna cross any lines, Dad," I replied.

Dad flashed a grin then his face got stone-cold serious before he leaned down to claim another kiss. We made out some, as best we could in that position as my father's dick started its slow pump of my hole.

When he leaned back he got into a steadier rhythm, and at a better angle to hit my spot. "I don't wanna cross any lines, either, son," Dad grunted as he held onto my outer legs and started fucking more steadily. "But hearing them talk about marriage got me pretty fucking worked up."

I watched in excitement and amusement as Dad fucked me. He was closer to cumming than even I realized and I could see the telltale look I'd seen dozens of times before on him. "Fuck me, Cliff!" I urged. "Fuck your boyfriend."

"You're my son," Dad grunted, sweat forming on his body now as his muscles clenched in rhythm. The thrusts were faster and heavier but not too rough. I was getting my cherry popped in the best way possible. "I'm fucking my own son," he cried, louder.

"God yeah, Dad!" I cried. I was stroking my cock now, and getting closer.

"My hot stud virgin son." It was wild to see my button-down, sometimes uptight dad let loose during sex. He was going all in now.

"Not virgin any more," I shot back.

That did. Dad's face turned red and he humped me excitedly with a few rapid strokes and then he was cumming, deep and hard. "God fucking DAMN!" he roared, glad to be able to let loose. I felt it, the impact of his deep thrust, and I knew he was seeding me good and hard.

The fuck had been kind of quick and overwhelming in its novel physical sensations. But I know realized the thrill that I finally had taken a man's cock and it was my father's. And my first cum, too. As I stroked, a wicked thought occurred to me that Dad's would be the only cum ever to enter me. Something about that fantasy, or maybe reality, had my own sperm jetting out of my cock, surprising me in the suddenness of my own orgasm.

"Let it out, Matty," Dad hissed, now coming down from his own high but thrilled to watch me cum.

I love fucking men. So I can't say this was a better cum than inside a man's hole, but it felt different and wonderful in that unique way. I got it now, what made men want this. My cum lasted longer than any I'd ever had.

I was exhausted when Dad finally pulled out and let my legs rest back down on the bed. "Good?" he asked me as he lazily stroked my abs and chest. Again, knowing it was but confirming. Checking in.

I nodded. "Jesus, Dad," I sighed. Words couldn't capture everything I was feeling and thinking, so I didn't try.

I shut my eyes and caught my breath and heard Dad get up to go to the bathroom. When he returned he was wiping down my cum-covered body with a damp wash rag. It was a simple gesture and felt surprisingly intimate.

"Thank you for that, son," Dad sighed. "If nothing else this week, I'll remember that."

I leaned up. Loving the fact of being naked in bed with Dad. "It was a gift to me, too, Cliff. For real."

We kissed, soft this time, and I could tell our cocks were jerking in that uncomfortable in between state, not ready to go soft but not able to enjoy sexual stimulation either.

Dad patted my shoulder when we broke the kiss. "Sorry if I went to far with the marriage talk."

My heart fluttered. "I don't know what to say, Dad," I sighed as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. "I just... I know you just got out of a divoce and it's just all impossible anyway."

"It is," Dad chimed in, grounding me in reality. Grounding us in reality. "But if we wanna get carried away by the fantasy... just this week, you know..." he stopped mid sentence. Feeling me out.

"I wanna," I replied. "But you gotta tell me when I'm going too far."

"Same... it goes the other way, too," Dad said. He plopped down on the bed next to me, cuddling up to me some. "I love you Top Dog."

"Love you, too, Cliff.... Babe," I added, tossing out a term of affection that felt new and maybe a little awkward to us with my father. "So much."

[foxes-that-run]

Do you think the last HS leaks were about Taylor?

Thanks for the ask, sorry for the delay, I was leaving the leaks but today learned something interesting, (thank you to @womanexile :) ) that the 'Lately' Voice Note leaked almost on it's own anniversary. The file includes that it was from 5 January 2017.

It first appeared on HS News on the 6th Jan. There's a photo of Harry on the next day too.

This date is possibly an anniversary of them breaking up. The Blue dress on a boat was 4 January 2013. They had been spending time together through the end of 2014 to January 2015. Harry arrived at LA on the 2nd and disappeared. Then on the 6th Taylor posted "Clear Blue Water" Lyrics from This Love. They then stopped hanging out and were icy at Lily Aldridge's birthday. Taylor started dating Calvin a few weeks later. Harry posted rain on a window on the anniversary of that post and then wrote this song on the following anniversary.

It's not a finished song so I'll just flag this part, which with the timing, makes me think it could be about Joe and Taylor, it also includes a reference to Clean's "Rain came pouring down"

The rain falls down and I'm heavy now And I fall out [and it's] underground I don't believe what you're saying to me, "that I love him"

Link with Dancing with our Hands Tied

In April 2016 Harry and Taylor had been spending time together before he left to film Dunkirk and record HS1 in May 2016, and also both in NY & LA later in the year.

He and Taylor had both been in London at the start of January and both in LA at the end of January 2017. There was an unconfirmed sighting of them together on 28 December 2016.

3 January Taylor had a Lover Journal entry, that she and Joe had been together since October the 3rd.

5 January he then writes this voice note about a lover told them they love someone else.

12 January Taylor was then seen for the first time in a while in LA at a gym, which is when DWOHT is thought to have been written. DWOHT is about wishing she had another chance with someone but feeling fame ruined it.

Harry started wearing the Rose ring soon after. The rest of 2017 they released and promoted HS1 and Reputation and dated Camille & Joe, with a few Haylor nods

DWOHT

In Secret Sessions she talked about how this scenario was when she wrote Dancing with Our Hands Tied:

That inspiration for the song came when she was back in LA after spending several months out of the public eye. as we know now she spent basically all of this time in the UK without anyone knowing she was in a relationship. back in LA (i think for work), she went to the gym only to be caught by paparazzi on her way out.. the paps shouted all kinds of things at her including comments about her weight… remember this was the first time she had been properly seen in months and nobody knew she was in a relationship.. She described being really overwhelmed by the experience but that her thought process was less about herself and more about how she could possibly have a normal relationship when this was her life. Taylor actually said that after the incident she went straight to the recording studio, cried, and wrote this song.

@cntfightmydemonsthyknowhowtoswim just did a post about DWOHT, in particular the line "If I could dance with you again" means the song is not about her BF at the time, plus it refers to the age Taylor was when she and Harry broke up (25) and water rushing in (Clean, later Falling.).

Interesting that DWOHT and this voice note leak both reference Clean.

#haylor #harry styles unreleased

[taylortruther]

yeah so what happened with the Lover Sessions as far as I recall is:

- someone leaked the date of the Rhode Island session and it had to be canceled. Half the people were invited to the Nashville session and the other half were invited to the lovers lounge which was the release party for lover.

- that meant that the Nashville session had 113 people and lasted until 5 AM.

- Also, none of the Lover Sessions took place at any of Taylor’s actual homes (except Andrea’s nashville house which is where all the nash sessions had taken place). The location of the LA session had been leaked so Taylor had to rent a house instead of hosting it in her actual home obviously obviously London was a rental because she never hosted any sessions in her and Joe’s place

- the tracklist leaked widely. this happened with the previous album as well but it was never widespread enough for taylor to confirm herself. For example, it leaked with 1989, but Taylor denied it even when she was presented with the actual tracklist in interviews.

- there were full threads on Reddit of people explaining what the songs were about before they came out. I’m not sure if this had happened with the previous albums, except perhaps reputation, but she clearly trusted that group enough to host sessions one more time

- I don’t think she ever intended to have sessions in more than one era, that is what she originally said during 1989. however, since she wasn’t explaining the album in any other way during reputation, she thought it might be a good idea then as well. finally, during lover, I think she kept it up because people wanted her to keep it up. The pandemic gave her an excuse to stop.

So yeah, no more secret sessions which actually makes me sad because I do want to meet her but 🤷 it’s for the best. also I’m not a boy I’m just dictating to my keyboard and it decided that it should use the male 🤷

thank you for this info! this all sounds right to me from what i recall.

also lol at the disclaimer

[ap-kinda-lit]

Behold my Yugioh OC!

Amunet

artwork done by the ever so talented @la-caja-de-pandoras-art 💖 (thank you very much!!)

Daughter of the moon, disciple of Khonsu, radiant maiden of darkness, and the Pharaoh’s love

In Ancient Egypt, Amunet was a priestess to the moon god Khonsu and served at one of his many temples. Originally, she was born and raised as a devotee to the Greek goddess Artemis and grew up in one of the goddess’ cults. Amunet’s childhood consisted of training, frolicking and sports, and dancing in Artemis’ name. But this childhood came to a dramatic end when Amunet’s cult was destroyed during a military campaign and she was left on her own. She was soon found by the high priest of Khonsu, who right away recognized immense spiritual power in her, and thusly took her in. From then on, Amunet grew into a living saint. She devoted her life to serving the moon and all it stood for. She herself was essentially a human incarnation of the moon: radiant, mysterious, pure, and powerful. She was a master archer, a healer to the body and soul, an oracle, a medium between this world and the next, and an exorcist of malevolent forces. It was rumored she was a child of Khonsu himself or a deity in disguise.

In actuality, Amunet balked at these rumors. She was far from what people thought her to be. Beneath her serene and flawless exterior and the isolated life she lived, Amunet was a free-spirited, happy-go-lucky young girl with strong emotions and opinions yet also an open heart and mind and an overall love for the world around her. She saw beauty and wonder in anything and was able to find a bright side in even the grimmest situations. She could be strong-willed and have a fiery temper, which came out most of all when someone was being hurt or injustice was done. Being energetic, she loved athletic activities like swimming and archery and, like most priestesses, she dabbled in singing and dancing. Amunet also loved games, her favorites being the ancient board game senet as well as riddles and puzzles, and she was very proficient in them thanks to her wit.

Amunet was selfless to the point she put others above her, even at her ownn expense. She could be very shy and, in spite of her reputation, she had low self-esteem. She also could feel lonely and isolated. Nevertheless, Amunet was content as a servant to the gods and helping others. She had no thoughts of falling in love nor did she expect to, which was why she took the vow of chastity, swearing off marriage and relationships in the name of the gods. At the end of the day, few realized that Amunet’s true power lied within her large, pure heart.

Then came the day she met the young pharaoh Atem. The two met when Amunet treated him after a grueling duel. Right away they clicked. Atem was fascinated by the young priestess and Amunet developed an attraction to him. It began with stolen glances and coming up with any excuse to be around the other. Atem became a patron to the temple of Khonsu (the very one Amunet just so happen to serve at) and the two frequently shared walks and game sessions (which were long and exciting due to the two being quite the match) and Amunet helped him hone his archery skills. It wasn’t long before a secret correspondence of coded letters and hidden rendezvous were added. A passionate love affair struck up.

Unfortunately, it all came to a tragic end: the true nature of Atem and Amunet’s relationship was either known or at least suspected by those closest to them, including Aknadin. He was horrified by the relationship and saw Amunet as a threat. She had to go.

Amunet died in her pharaoh’s arms. Needless to say, Atem was devastated. Amunet was mummified and entombed beneath a statue of Khonsu near the temple she served. Not long after, a small oasis formed there and grew beautiful lotuses. Strangely, the lotuses there would stay bloomed in the moonlight, rather than retreating like their kind normally do.

#oc #original character #atem x oc #oc x canon #yugioh #yugioh duel monsters #pharaoh atem #atem #yami yugi #yami yugi x oc #ancient egypt #long post

[ihaveseentruebravery]

The yes, and-ing in A Court of Fey an Flowers is full-on making me lose my mind. Like... The rumors making the Hob-Gwyndolin convo into a potentially spicier thing (affecting at the very least the Lords of the Wing and Wuvvy in how they perceive Hob). And because of how the rumors ALSO affect Andhera in mutilple ways, he puts himself into the mix, and then Brennan capitalizes on the rumor from the Court of Wonder as he attempts to manipulate a better reputation for the goblin court. And Hob tries to fuck over the Lords of the Wing at the same time, because that'd STILL be fucking over the Court of Wonder because of the wager. But all of these are ALSO tied into the frickin duel??

The improv-ers are SO GOOD at this game?! Like...

Rue-tries to talk about their feelings out loud with a confidant/writes a letter. Said confidant, Wuvvy, presses them too far about it and Rue uses magic on them. This has immediate consequences when Wuvvy storms over to Hob at the goblin pagoda.

Andhera-trying to make friends and recoup some honor lost when Hob defeated him in battle decides to interrupt the duel. But Hob is also making the attempt to not put the Unseelie court in a bad position since Andhera is offering friendship and the Goblin court *needs friends*.

The Lords of the Wing/Gwyndolin-mostly don't know what's going on a la Hob-Rue-Wuvvy, but the Lords are still trying to benefit from messing with the Court of Wonder and that's why they interrogate Gywndolin/Binx and Squak sends out messages to do with 'Rue's assistant' dueling.

Hob-Brennan full on used this character to build like five more layers of intrigue this session, like jesus... Three moves that accomplish like five things. And he does it all based on Hob's need for respect, duty, and honor.

1) going to the court of tricks to mess with both the court of wonder and the lords of the wing. 2) going to the seafoam court betters the goblin court's standing and further messes with the court of wonder. 3) accepting the duel is both a matter of honor and emotionality. Wuvvy refuses to be straightforward and Hob understands *nothing* of what Wuvvy attempts to imply. He comports himself in the highest amount of decorum to show up the court of wonder (Wuvvy being its representative in this instance) so the goblin court looks better. This also is effective in utilizing Andhera's interruption. And since the Lords of the Wing don't know what's up with their tea, his acceptance of what Squak does for him as 'inspiration', just shows off another good connection to another 'court' while Rue's dismissal of Chirp does the opposite. And of course, Hob keeps the secret (that he doesn't actually understand), by using the end of the duel to throw shade at the court of wonder and make the goblins look better.

... This is truly a phenomenal amount of yes, and-ing that Brennan FULLY capitalized on, and blindsided everyone else at the table with. I'm reeeeally interested to see how Rue will try to twist their 'letter mistake' and the connection to Gwendolyn to make the Court of Wonder look better next session. 👀 Cuz boooooy does Rue need to get back at Hob OR be very impressive with the Lords of the Wing, if they have any hope of regaining some reputation.

#👌👌👌 #dimension 20 #d20 #a court of fey and flowers #acofaf #acofaf spoilers

[roleplaystop]

Hello! I am Castor (She/her, 21+) and I am looking for people for my new discord server, for a fantasy roleplay that I would love to do! The server is 18+, so minors, please do not interact as I don't feel comfortable roleplaying with anyone under 18. This is a fandomless roleplay, so only OCs are allowed.

🌿 What I am looking for:

People that are enthusiastic about character creation.

People's that are engaging and are able to help carry the plot (Please don't let you character be a bystander)

Easy going roleplayers. I do not want drama in OOC chat, leave that for the actual roleplay.

Semi-Lit to Literate writers

NOTE: I am EST, so I would also prefer people in the same time zone or usut a few hours ahead of me or behind me so that we can all be active at the same time. Keep in mind that I work (as I assume we all do) so communication is key. Let me know if you can take part in a session. I don't need a reason, just let me know if you don't be on. This rp will most likely take place on the weekends, but we can discuss this further in OOC.

🌿 Setting:

I have based this rp between a dimension I have created for my novels (Isla) and a town that I have created named Lonest, located in the state of Washington. The main setting is in the Undergrove, a program for young supernatural beings that need more help to control their abilities. The Undergrove is located under the prestigious school known as Arcane University in Lonest.

🌿 Plot:

Your character has been invited to walk the halls of the prestigious Undergrove Program, located under Arcane University in the gloomy and rainy town of Lonest, Washington.

Here, they will learn how to control their abilities and by the end, they shall be sent out into the world the knowledge of how to better control and use the abilities that have been given to them.

Undergrove was founded by a mysterious family, keeping themselves under wraps and away from the eyes of those that they see as Outsiders—a few of them having walked the halls of Undergrove themselves.

The school was created to protect the mortals world from the thinning veils that separate the mortal realm and the realm of the dead—the realm of chaos. And while the school has an amazing reputation, one can not help but take notice of the disappearance of three of them top students—the De La Cruz sisters and a boy that came from the founder's family.

The staff, while helpful and well meaning may be hiding something darker than any of the students could imagine. Why do they act weird when questioned about the disappearances? Why are they afraid of the founders? And what happened to the missing students?

It is the job of our characters to uncover the deep dark secrets of this place, and maybe even someone in their own ranks.

Will you join?

🌿Acceptance letter:

To whom it may concern,

It is with great pleasure that we inform you of your acceptance into the esteemed program of Undergrove. You have been selected amongst an elite few who possess the necessary skills, knowledge, and strength to protect the mortal world from the dark and deadly forces beyond understanding.

The very name of Undergrove speaks to the nature of our work. Our organization is shrouded in mystery and darkness, and our purpose is to maintain the balance between the light and the shadows. You have shown a keen interest in the realm of death, night, and the unknown, and we believe that you will thrive in our environment.

Undergrove is a place of ancient knowledge and secrets, where the art of combat and the mastery of the arcane are practiced with equal fervor. You will be among peers who share your passions and interests, and you will be challenged to push yourself beyond your limits.

Our work is not for the faint of heart. You will be tasked with defending the mortal world from the very things that go bump in the night. Demonic forces, undead armies, and eldritch horrors beyond comprehension all threaten to tear apart the fabric of reality. But fear not, for you will be trained by the very best, and armed with the most powerful weapons and spells at your disposal.

You will be living in a world of darkness, but it will be a world of excitement, adventure, and thrill. You will be part of a long-standing tradition of guardians of the night, and you will be responsible for upholding our sacred oath to protect humanity from the terrors that lurk beyond the veil.

Your journey into the unknown begins now. Pack your bags, say your goodbyes, and prepare for a life of darkness, death, and night. Welcome to Undergrove, and welcome to the fight.

Yours in the shadows,

The Council of Undergrove

🌿Rules:

Please be 18+

One character limit (though your character can have a pet)

No controlling the characters of another

NSFW topics and darker topics are allowed but please respect the triggers of others.

This is a safe place for LGBTQ+ roleplayers and characters. I will not tolerate homophobia. You'll be booted faster than you can blink.

No Op characters. I don't care about the abilities that your characters have but they can not have all the knowledge of everyone and everything.

No god Ocs. I usually don't place a restriction on what race your character is, but I already have my own, original gifs that rule over Isla, and that watch over Lonest.

No drama. Keep it in the rp.

Please do not treat this server as a dating server or site...we are here to rp, not be badgered to date the person behind the character.

Have fun!

I only rp on Discord. My contact is Castor#0039. Message me and I will send the link to the server.

Discord - Castor#0039

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[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Who is Catherine Théot? .. can you explain her story please ? And what is her connection with robespierre? Because I don't understand her role during the period of robespierre's downfall.

And Thanks a lot.

Catherine Théot was born on March 5 1716, to a peasant family living in Barenton. In a letter written during the revolution, she said that she had been ”given to God from infancy,” and one of her disciples recalled that Théot had stated that, when she was only four years old, ”God had made known to her that he would make an alliance with her.” After having acquired a local reputation for piety, she was sent to Paris by her parish priest, where she was placed under the spiritual direction of Abbé Joseph Grisel. For many years Théot worked as a domestic servant in the Convent of the Miramionnes. At one point she returned to Normandy and sought admission to a convent near her home, but went back to Paris once God told her to, where she would then live out the rest of her austere religious life — taking communion every morning at five o’clock, spending part of each night carrying out penitences she imposed upon herself, and submitting herself to a harch regimen of penitence.

In 1779, Théot was arrested and imprisoned in the Bastille after having come to believe she was the only one who could understand the Scriptures and preaching about it against local priests. Being interrogated, she described herself as ”the virgin who would receive the little Jesus, who would come down from heaven to earth to bring peace to all the earth and to receive all nations.” After six weeks spent in the Bastille, she was moved to a mental hospital, where she remained until 1782. 

Once released, Théot came to live on 20 rue des Rosiers together with the widow Godefroy (Marie Madelaine Amblard), a seamstress who sometimes served as her secretary. A circle began to form around the two that only grew over the following ten years. It was not a secret society in the sense that initiations rites and membership cards were needed, and its sessions consisted only of harmless activities – short sermons by Théot, singing, and readings from the Bible and the missal. A wife of one of the people frequenting the circle nevertheless stated in 1793 that, within it, Théot was called ”the new Eve, who will redeem the human race,” and that she ”announced the general Happiness and a uniform Religion for all the universe.” The people that came to Théot’s sessions belonged to both the wealthy and poor classes, but most common were artisans, shopkeepers and servants. Women were also more common than men. The circle’s most famous member was the former National Assembly deputy Dom Gerle, who became Théot’s disciple sometime during 1792 and sometimes spoke directly to the group along with the widow Godefroy. Someone else who frequented the circle was none other than Marie-Louise Vaugeois, sister of Robespierre’s host Françoise Duplay, although this didn’t become known until after thermidor.

In 1793, the number of people seen going into Théot’s lodgings proved suspicious for the public prosecutor of the Paris Commune Anaxagoras Chaumette. On January 10,he therefore ordered Théot’s house to be searched, which was carried out five days later. The file was transmitted to Chaumette on February 10, who, far from closing the case, sought to find out more. Théot and the widow Godefroy were taken in but released soon afterwards, and in June 1793 they moved to the third floor of an apartment on rue de la Contrescrape (today rue Blainville) where they could continue to hold meetings without interference. But less than a year later, May 12 1794, two gendarmes, Jaton and Pidoux, wrote to the Committee of General Security (CGS) to denounce Théot after having asked to be admitted to her circle’s sessions, but, not being known, instead been met with a certain mistrust. The CGS acted quickly, already on the same day it ordered a home visit be made to Théot, participants of her sessions interrogated, and those among them found suspect arrested. Théot was arrested on May 17 along the widow Godefroy, Dom Gerle and twelve others. In the weeks that followed several new arrests were issued against people believed to belong to her ”clique” as well. 

A month later, on June 15, Marc-Guillaume Alexis Vadier, the president of the CGS, read a report regarding Théot to the Convention. In it, Théot’s circle was presented as ”a sect” that was in fact a conspiracy including ”royalists, usurers, fools, egoists, fops, counterrevolutionaries of both sexes” and to which mystics, mesmerists, émigrés, Pitt and Frederick William of Prussia belonged. Vadier wrapped up the report by demanding no clemency for ”scroundel priests” (refractory priests), and ordering Catherine Théot, the widow Godefroy, Dom Gerle and two others brought before the Revolutionary Tribunal. Like with Théot’s arrest, the report was again followed by a wave of new arrests of people believed to have been in associated with her.

However, sometime shortly after Vadier’s report, Robespierre ordered Fouquier-Tinville, the public prosecutor, to leave him the papers concerning the Théot affair and to suspend the investigation of the trial. In his Mémoire de Fouquier-Tinville pour sa défense (1795) Fouquier described the scene as following:

Robespierre told me at the Committee of Public Safety, in the name of said committee, that it was necessary to postpone the Catherine Théot affair. After having observed to him in vain that a decree imposed on me the duty to follow it up and not having been able to make myself heard, I withdrew and went to the General Security Committee where I reported on the facts and my embarrassment, indicating three times "he, he, he, in the name of the Committee of Public Safety, opposes it.” “You mean Robespierre?” replied a member, whom I believe to be Amar or Citizen Vadier. 

The earliest, and perhaps most common interpretation of this affair is that it was a machination of the Committee of General Security in general and Vadier in particular. (for this interpretation, see Albert Mathiez’s L’affair Catherine Théot et le mysticisme chrétien révolutionnaire). They had as their aim to ridicule both Robespierre himself, who many of the committee members were becoming wary of, as well as his deism and Cult of the Supreme Being, which, it is commonly stated, they disliked due to being atheists. This last claim I’m however having a hard time finding any primary source for, but it can nevertheless be observed that Théot’s arrest was ordered just five days after Robespierre had held a speech announcing that ”the French people believe in the existence of the Supreme Being and the immortailty of the soul” and Vadier read his report against Théot just a week after the Festival of the Supreme Being.

Evidence to support this interpretation is first and foremost Vadier’s report. Although he never mentioned Robespierre’s name, or any connection he might have to Théot’s clique in it, he nevertheless managed to cast ridicule on Robespierre’s religious ideas through an exaggerated language, provoking many laughs from the stands.

Another piece that supports this interpretation is Robespierre’s speech on 8 thermidor, where he says the following:

The first attempt the malevolent people made was to seek to debase the great principles that you had proclaimed and to erase the touching memory of the national holiday (the festival of the Supreme Being). Such was the aim of the character and the solemnity which was given to what was called the Catherine Théot affair. Malevolence has taken advantage of the political conspiracy hidden under the name of a few imbecile devotees, and nothing was presented to public attention but a mystical farce and an inexhaustible subject of indecent or childish sarcasm.

On 9 thermidor, Vadier also claimed that a letter (that may or may not actually have existed) proclaiming Robespierre to be the high priest of the new cult had been found under Théot’s matress in order to denounce him, and finally, according to the memoirs of Philarete Chasles, Vadier confirmed in his old age that ridiculing Robespierre had indeed been his intention all along:

[Vadier] continued his story. He told us for the hundredth time how the fools went back to saying mass; how Robespierre himself — the incorruptible! — (and he made this word vibrate with an inimitable southern irony) was going to turn into cagotism; — how the incorruptible aimed at becoming high priest. ”So it was by a terrible chance that it was learned that la petite maman Théot was gathering her little congregation in a Venetian attic; — and that set me to work!… and that made them jump… and…” ”We know it well,” said the honest little Robert Lindet who was growing bored from this. ”You have told us the story one hundred times!” ”Ah! Ah!” continued the voltarian revolutionary, straightening up despite his gout, ”when I gave them my report… you see… fanaticism, he was shot down… He had a long time to get up… and Robespierre! wiped out! finished!… I damaged him!”  And he threw himself into his armchair with an unspeakable joy.

In his account of the affair, Mathiez goes further than what the above pieces tell us, and adds that the CGS had sought Théot out before being informed about her on May 12, no doubt learning about her through the papers gathered when her house had first been searched in 1793. Mathiez writes that the CGS had been infiltrating the Théot sessions before arresting her, citing the imprisoned Dom Gerle who said that, since a month back, two men that he found suspicious had come to attend Théot’s sessions — men that Mathiez identify as the CGS agents Senar and Heron. Speaking of Gerle, Mathiez also writes that, when his apartment was searched after his arrest, the gendarmes found a note written by Robespierre, claiming Dom Gerle to be a good patriot. But if that is so, they never appeared to have gotten the chanse to use it as a weapon against Robespierre.

As for Robespierre’s motivation for acting as he did, Mathiez means he intervened to put a stop to the affair both because it would prove humiliating for him, and because he wished to save people who he conceived to just be a harmless group of religious zealots without political importance. Mathiez also argues that Robespierre tried (and failed) to remove Fouquier-Tinville as public prosecutor right after the Théot affair, judging him to be too close with the CGS (Fouquier Tinville et Robespierre (1917)).

In his Points de vue sur l’affaire Catherine Théot (1969), Michel Eude has however concluded that, although it’s clear Vadier & co seized the opportunity to humiliate Robespierre with the affair, it’s also possible they actually saw a real threat in it. This considering the fact similar cases regarding ”fanatical gatherings” had attracted the CGS’s attention already before Théot’s arrest, and would continue to do so after it as well (without there being any indication they saw these plots as being connected to the Théot affair). Since any confabulation, at that time, was considered suspect by definition, Eude argues there is nothing to suggest that the concern of the CGS was feigned in the Théot case. Humiliating Robespierre was just a bonus.

Eude observes that though Vadier’s report invoked laughter (as he most likely meant for it to do) it was the cause of just as many applauds, suggesting the affair was taken seriously by the members of the Convention. And Vadier made sure to underline that the gatherings at Théot’s place was ”only a primary school of fanaticism, the real instigators are much higher up.” Something he might not have done if the goal was simply to slander Robespierre.

Eude likewise challanges Mathiez’s idea that Robespierre tried getting rid of Fouquier-Tinville (Robespierre a-t-il voulu faire destituer Fouquier-Tinville ? (1965)) as well as the idea that he imposed a reprieve simply because he realized Théot & co were harmless and the affair would prove embarrassing for him. It was instead because he wanted to take it out of the hands of the CGS and let investigation be run by the CPS’s Police Bureau, which was under the thumb of Couthon, Saint-Just and Robespierre personally. Robespierre was already suspicious of many of the CGS members, and felt the investigation conducted by them hadn’t implicated all people actually involved in the conspiracy. This is proven through a letter dated June 26 from Dumas (president of the Revolutionary Tribunal, ally of Robespierre) to Lejeune (president of the police bureau, him too an ally of Robespierre) — ”If citizen Lejeune received from the Committee (of Public Safety) documents relating to the conspiracy under the cloak of fanaticism, especially those which concern declarations and interrogations of arrested peddlers, it is the intention of Robespierre that these documents be given to us during the day.” The next day, Dumas sent Robespierre documents regarding twenty people, half of which concerned the Catherine Théot affair, and the other half the affair of one Pierre-Guillaume Ducy, who had been arrested a month after Théot. Like her, Ducy had come under suspicion for ”fanatical gatherings,” but while the CGS who had arrested him didn’t seem to have believed there was a connection between him and Théot, the letter shows us Robespierre did, and that further research would lead to the head of the joint conspiracy. When Robespierre spoke about the Théot affair the same day he appeared to treat Vadier’s report seriously. Finally, on July 1, Lejeune sent Dumas, on behalf of Robespierre, documents relating to Catherine Théot and six of her followers, and, on the 15th, he passed on to him the report of the interrogation that the revolutionary committee of the Social Contract section had subjected a woman"accused of complicity with the Théot woman, known as the Mother of God."

Robespierre, Lejeune and Dumas were all executed before the affair really went anywhere, but it’s possible that, had they remained in charge of it, even more people would have appeared before the Revolutionary Tribunal than Vadier had originally intended (as already stated, Vadier ended his report by ordering the transfer of only five people to the Revolutionary Tribunal). However, thermidor ended up putting a stop to the whole story, and by the spring of 1795, all those arrested as Théot’s disciples had been released from their captivity. The only one who didn’t get out with her life intact was Théot herself, who died in prison on September 1 1794, just a month after Robespierre’s execution.

I don’t know just how essential this affair really is for Robespierre’s downfall, but the fact that Robespierre’s influence was big enough for him to single-handedly (if we’re to believe Fouquier-Tinville’s account) take away an affair from the CGS surely must have concerned the deputies already worried that he was aiming at dictatorship. Robespierre in his turn can’t have improved his opinion on the CGS as a whole from the affair. It can probably also be concluded that, had not the Théot case existed, the resentment of Robespierre’s enemies would have just found other opportunities to manifest itself.

Sources:

Popular Piety in the French Revolution: Catherine Théot (1974) by Clarke Garrett

L’affair Catherine Théot et le mysticisme chrétien révolutionnaire in Contributions à l’histoire religieuse de la Révolution française (1907) by Albert Mathiez

Robespierre et le procès de Catherine Théot (1929) by Albert Mathiez

Fouquier Tinville et Robespierre (1917) by Albert Mathiez

Robespierre a-t-il voulu faire destituer Fouquier-Tinville ?(1965) by Michel Eude

Points de vue sur l’affaire Catherine Théot (1969) by Michel Eude

Rapport de Vadier, au nom des comités de salut public et de sûreté générale, sur la découverte d’une nouvelle conspiration (June 15 1794)

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[miloscat]

[Review] La Mulana (PC)

A powerful and painful pastiche.

Metroidvanias are plentiful these days, although La Mulana’s designer Takumi Naramura claims not to have played either Metroid or Castlevania while dreaming up the idea for this now-legendary love letter to retro games. Instead he was inspired specifically by Konami’s MSX classic The Maze of Galious, although it does feature a similar structure and progress system to the genre definers. It’s not just an action game though; perhaps inspired by Namco’s Tower of Druaga and the like, La Mulana is stuffed full of secrets and riddles, and you must employ both your reflexes and your wits to proceed through the mysterious ruins.

With a setting and style that gleefully borrows from Indiana Jones, the archaeologist/graverobber hero man follows his father’s research into a vast underground ruin that is the source of all of Earth’s known civilisations, and some unknown. A mashup of various ancient societies and mythologies, it’s as full of monsters and deadly traps as it is maddeningly obtuse hints. Seriously, if you don’t have a source of external tips you may not get far.

I was very fortunate to have a small community of veterans who were delighted to watch along as I played through for the first time, with amusement and commiseration at my mistakes and gentle nudges when a puzzle’s solution remained elusive. I wasn’t always in good condition for these sessions, with a body in ill health and a mind ill suited for the task: the immense synthesis of a mountain of cryptic information and the intense scrutiny of every minute tile in the game world. But with some ingenuity and the patient and subtle help of these friends I made it to the end in around 30 hours... is that a good time?

This kind of collaborative experience is the ideal way to play, although it requires care not to spoil the new player too much or let them get too frustrated. I sure got mad quite a few times during my playthrough, whether through complaints with the controls, player-hostile traps, or puzzles that simply weren’t communicated well enough or required better recall and note-taking than I was capable of. Some of this puzzle confusion can be attributed to quirks and quibbles with the game’s translation from Japanese to English, or the representation of visual clues with insufficient resolution in its 32-bit-esque art style, rendering murals and symbols at times muddy and indistinct. Not to mention general vagueness or potential misinterpretation, a common problem when a game/puzzle designer’s brain and the myriad player minds meet in a mismatch.

The high level of difficulty and the usefulness of a support network which you might not have access to makes it hard to recommend La Mulana. But it has the reputation it does because it was an early example of this modern kind of riddle-centric action game. I have qualms about its unfriendly design and the execution of many of its ideas (and let’s face it the boss fights are a mess), but playing it in the circumstances I did was a great communal experience. The game’s cheeky sense of humour doesn’t hurt either. I just really hope the sequel improves some things because I’m rolling straight into it, also sight unseen.

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[lydias--stiles]

julie and luke...fake dating then...

while this beauty exists, co-written with @bluefirewrites and @blush-and-books , let's give it another go:

aged-up, human au

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"This... is insane," Julie mumbled, pacing along the kitchen island as her nervous fingers fretted over one single curl, twisting and knotting it until it was nothing but frizz. "This is so insane. What the fuck."

"Jules," Luke trailed, slowly walking closer to her as though approaching a wild animal. "I know this is not ideal, but..."

"If you say this'll help our music and our careers, I'm going to scream."

His mouth fell shut. "Uh..."

Julie groaned. "Luke!"

"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, raising his arms in defense. His punk get-up looked comical against the modern, clean back-drop of the Airbnb the band rented for their three-night-stay in NYC. "But it's the truth! We've never gotten this much press!"

"For a relationship that isn't real," she emphasised, pressing a finger in her palm. He got that, right? He had to understand that everything about this situation was backwards and sinister.

Not to mention that she had to explain to her family she'd been in a 'secret' relationship for the sake of keeping up a charade neither had started. How embarrassing could it get?

He finally dared to close the distance and place his hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place. She let out a shuddering breath.

Of course, they had to celebrate after their amazing concert on the Las Vegas strip. Of course, everything had to drink way too much. Of course, Julie and Luke temporarily lost their minds and decided to make out. In the moment, she had thought: fuck it. It was fun and she didn't need to think about feelings or consequences or crushes that have been buried for years.

But with everyone's phone out at the club, their make-out session was on Twitter in less than an hour. The morning after, she woke up with her phone burning red and a deeply apologetic Luke in the threshold of her bedroom.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. "I just don't want this to ruin the band, our reputation, our friendship, because of one mistake we made," she whispered.

Something dimmed in his gaze, that lively green that first caught her attention all the way back in freshman year of high school. The thumbs that pressed into her skin softened and slipped down her arms before they fell back to his sides. It left her cold. He looked incredibly boyish in that moment, not the rockstar in his mid-20s flashing a knowing smirk at the adoring crowd that, yeah, he knew he was hot.

"For once, I think we should, uh, just follow the big guys," Luke uttered. His sneaker nudged hers, shy. "Go with Andi's lead: pretend for a bit and then 'break up' on good terms. Go the whole rock 'n roll angle."

Julie sighed. Maybe in the future, they'd be able to laugh about this. Maybe she wouldn't feel a nauseating wave of ironic heartbreak like she did now. Of course, it had to happen to them. "Okay."

His brows raised in surprise. "Okay?"

"Yeah," she said. "But we follow my lead."

He nodded. "You're the boss, Boss."

A careful smile puckered up her lips. He hadn't used that nickname in forever.

"So..." She grabbed her phone from her pocket and opened up her note's app. He moved beside her and leaned against the island, their faces close and connected in secrecy. "Let's make up a story."

#this actually helped! thank you! #juke #jatp fanfiction #ask ophelia

[missegyptiana]

:00 you def deserve to be noticed by taylor! i may have stalked ur insta acc and ure so GORGEOUS ‼️ if you dont mind me asking, what’s a secret room thing? like how do u do it in ur room do u just invite people and she just showed uo?? idk 😭

AW TY THAT MEANS SO MUCH. oh and secret sessions are where taylor invites fans she finds online to meet her at her homes (either her homes in rhode island, nashville, LA or london, england) and she plays her album to those fans a month before that album releases. and she talks about how she made the album, what inspired her, etc. but we cant talk about the songs until the album releases. and she meets fans one on one after the listening to it. and she spends around 6-7 hours with us. and there’s always food for us or drinks, we talk with friends, etc. and she doesn’t charge anything for us to meet her! she never has. and she did secret sessions for her albums 1989, reputation and lover! and i went to the lover session

#anon #isabella’s mail #hopefully that made sense

[abbyhaliti5]

Exploring the World of NYC Hair Color: From Affordable Gems to Celebrity Touch

In the dynamic realm of New York City’s fashion and beauty tapestry, finding that perfect hair colorist is more than a task — it’s an art. Whether you’re on the hunt for pocket-friendly deals, the nearest salon for a quick fix, or a colorist with the magic touch that graces celebrity locks, the city that never sleeps has it all. Join us as we navigate the nuances of NYC’s diverse hair color scene, from understanding prices to the convenience of proximity, and meet the experts who excel in their craft.

Unveiling NYC Hair Colorist Prices:

For those seeking the best value for their hard-earned money, understanding the pricing landscape of NYC hair colorists is key. In a city where luxury and affordability coexist, options abound. From upscale salons to hidden gems offering wallet-friendly services, the secret lies in research. Stylist Sarah Evans from Chic Chroma Salon suggests, “Look for salons with transparent pricing. Many reputable places list their services online, making it easier for clients to assess affordability without compromising quality.

Proximity Matters: Finding Your NYC Hair Colorist Near Me:

The hustle and bustle of urban life demands convenience, making proximity to your chosen hair colorist a game-changer. In addition to saving time, the ease of access allows for seamless changes. When searching for a salon near me, take advantage of online platforms or apps that help you find salons near you. This way, you can seamlessly fit a hair color session into your busy schedule.

Craving the Best: Seeking the Best NYC Hair Colorist Near Me:

Excellence cannot be compromised in the field of hair color. For those looking for the crème de la crème, finding the best NYC hair colorist near them becomes a mission. Celebrity colorists are often at the top of the list most sought after by people wanting A-list transformations. Researching the best colorists in town and booking in advance ensures a spot with a top-tier professional. Out of which Abby Haliti Color Studio is a good place.

Inexpensive Yet Stunning: Affordable Hair Color in NYC:

Contrary to popular belief, achieving stunning hair color in NYC doesn’t always come with a hefty price tag. Savvy shoppers can discover hidden gems offering quality service without breaking the bank. Lisa Rodriguez, a stylist at Budget Beauty Studio, emphasizes, “We believe everyone deserves fantastic hair color. Finding the balance between quality and affordability is our specialty, making vibrant hair transformations accessible to all.”

Brooklyn’s Best-Kept Secret: The Finest Hair Colorist in Brooklyn:

As a borough known for its eclectic style, Brooklyn harbors some of the city’s best-kept secrets in the world of hair color. For those seeking a distinctive experience, venturing to Brooklyn may hold the key. Rachel Simmons, a colorist at Brooklyn Chic Colors, notes, “Brooklyn is a hub for creativity. Clients often appreciate the unique touch we bring to their hair color, reflecting the borough’s diverse and artistic spirit.

Distinguished Expertise: Hair Colorists in the Spotlight:

For those valuing expertise endorsed by the New York Times (NYT), the city boasts colorists who have garnered attention from prestigious publications. Michael Walker, featured in a recent NYT article on hair color trends, shares, Being recognized by the NYT is an honor. It speaks to our commitment to staying at the forefront of the industry and delivering exceptional results to our clients.

Graceful Aging: The Best Colorist for Grey Hair in NYC:

Embracing the natural beauty of grey hair is an art, requiring a delicate touch. Finding the best colorist for grey hair in NYC is about understanding the nuances of silver and creating a look that enhances rather than masks natural beauty, says Susan Lee, a specialist at Chroma Studios.

Conclusion:

In the expansive landscape of NYC’s hair color scene, options are as diverse as the city itself. Whether considering prices or prioritizing proximity, whether seeking the best or an affordable yet stunning transformation, New York City offers a colorist to meet every need. So, embark on your quest with confidence, armed with the knowledge that the city’s expert colorists are ready to turn your hair color dreams into a vibrant reality.

How can I find pocket-friendly deals for hair coloring at Abby Haliti Color Studio in New York City?

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What is the average price range for hair coloring services at Abby Haliti Color Studio in NYC?

The cost varies based on the specific color treatment and expertise involved. Generally, anticipate spending between $150 to $300 for professional hair coloring services at Abby Haliti Color Studio in New York City.

Where can I find an Abby Haliti Color Studio near me for a quick hair color fix in NYC?

Utilize online salon directories or mobile apps to locate the nearest Abby Haliti Color Studio for a quick and convenient hair color fix in New York City.

Are there colorists at Abby Haliti Color Studio known for their expertise with celebrity locks?

Certainly! Check reviews and recommendations on platforms like Yelp or Abby Haliti Color Studio’s official website to discover our colorists in NYC renowned for their exceptional work with celebrity hair.

What are the key factors to consider when choosing a hair colorist at Abby Haliti Color Studio in New York City?

Consider factors such as reviews, portfolio, and experience. Explore client testimonials on Abby Haliti Color Studio’s website, view our colorists’ previous work, and choose professionals with a proven track record in achieving desired hair color results.

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[foxes-that-run]

2018 Haylor Timeline

Timeline Tag, or years 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 and 2024..

1 January - Harry in Palm Springs, Saturn jumper. Karlie Kloss posts swish swish basketball (Katy Perry Taylor diss track)

4 January - reports camille met Harry's family

11 January - End Game video released - Haylor references galore. Joe in Italy.

13-22 January - Harry wrote Fine line: "Fine Line" I wrote [during] a gap in the tour. It was January 2018 and I was at my friend Tom's house. Harry was seen in la in the last 2 weeks.

22 January - Harry in LA with Camille from 13th to 29th

21 January - Taylor in Italy, Harry in NYC 25th

26 January - Harry performs at Fleetwood Mac person of year, Xander there

18 February - Taylor in LA Repu-hersal, Taylor in Big Sur on 28th

18 - 24 February - Harry in on 18th and 24th London

4 March - Harry shot the Gucci Campaign with the chicken in St Albans, England

10 March - Taylor and Joe hike with Joe in dark jeans and Nikes in Malibu. Blind staged.

11 March - Live on tour starts again in Switzerland, Anna and Medicine played live for the first time and added to the rest of the tour setlist.

10 April Harry in London

13 April - Taylor releases Earth, Wind, Fire cover with 28 September. It accompanied Delicate vertical video the original release said is ““Taylor says that she chose ‘September’ for sentimental reasons. She’s always loved the classic tune by Earth, Wind & Fire, and notes that the month of September is especially meaningful to one of her relationships.” - Spotify” the ‘one of relationships’ part is later edited out of the Spotify press release!

21 April - Taylor posts video thanking fans for responding to Babe, she wore the Evil Eye ring that appeared in Rep.

23 April - Taylor has Robbie Williams on Rep and plays Angels.

5 May - Harry played a mystery melody before Two Ghosts

7 May- Joe and Taylor post photos with a cactus, kiwi vibes.

May - Harry GQ Australia Article with "There's a good story about Winston's wife bumping into a very naked, very blonde, very famous pop star making toast downstairs one morning if you ever get a chance to ask" It starts and ends with folklore.

9 May - November Reputation tour, Joe at opening night

31 May - Blind that Joe and Taylor trouble with attention

9 June Taylor plays Manchester the. Is not seen till the 16th, Joe and family there

15 June - Xander, his parents and Anne at Harry’s Phili show.

16 June - Harry was full of beans in Toronto and wore a pink jacket with snakes and cats with wings embroidered on. Taylor played HYGTG in Dublin, only time on Rep tour.

22 June - 2 days after a year since Robin passed Harry emotional performing Sweet Creature in New York.  Taylor has Niall as guest in Wembley the same night, Niall wore a NYC shirt. Joe was this show. Harry performed Shania Twain's Still the One. Taylor referenced this suit in the Me! Video. Harry invested in the Calm App. Harry photographed with Max and Xander, he looks really sad. Rumour he was staying with Xander. Xander, Jeff, Maxwell, Tommy at show

28 June - Taylor performs Reputation secret session for AT&T in Chicago. When introducing new year day talks about 2 NYEs ago jumping into an icy pool, the version Taylor Nation had posted has only this speech cut out from the full video.  (24:38) Harry unseen

30 June - Harry has a show in Chicago! Taylor unseen! This suit is one referenced in Me!

1 July - Harry energetic in St Paul, the Medicine recording and sang “running with you” not wolves in MMITH. Last Heart kiss till 2021 in Only Angel

3-4July - People reports Taylor and Joe 'frolic' in Turks and Caicos

14 July Taylor’s delicate basket malfunctioned and she played wildest dreams a cappella. Harry wore the “whos Jeff azanoff” shirt backstage, Xander there also.

18 July- live on tour ends

21 July - Taylor played Clean, first time since 2015. Rain show.

31 July - Harry and Camille break up. Harry pictured with Karlie Kloss on Yacht in Italy with Sunflowers.

1 August - Harry driving Maserati in Italy

4 August - only time CBBH played before 2023, never on red or 1989 tours, this 1 on rep and 2 Eras shows.

13 August- blind Taylor controlled Joe's social media accounts

14 August - Reputation show in Tampa filmed for Miss Americana which shows Joe, he is only seen at this and the first show.

28 August - Joe looks angry walking with Taylor in London

2 September - Golden maybe recorded, Harry told rolling stone The first song written for Fine Line, on the second day of the sessions at Shangri-La Studios in Malibu. Photographed in yellow pants. At 41 mins in of the Zane interview he describes writing it as his favourite memory of making fine line.

21 September - blind that Joe was ‘picked for role of BF’ by professor

28 September - Taylor went to Favorite NYC premiere with Joe. Harry at dinner in London. Both wore red. Taylor played Wonderland as the Surprise song, one of 6 ever plays.

1 October - Harry lunch in La Xander

9 October - Harry arrived in Japan looking like jagger and japan Dec 18 - Jan 19

19 October - Taylor doesn’t go to Kk wedding

17-28 October - Harry in LA on 15 and la 26th

19 November - Taylor signs with republic records and posts about it

21 November - last rep show which is in Tokyo. Plays emotional set of surprise songs are wildest dreams (1 of 3 times she played it on the Rep tour) and So it goes (one of 8 times it has ever been played live), dancing with our hands tied and I know places. Harry writes little freak in Tokyo and leaked ophelia (I feel ya) that refers to staring at her in Tokyo missing her and fantasising. Taylor posts about finishing tour, her last big machine records commitment

11 December - Taylor goes to goes joes movie premiere then next seen back in NY with Joe. Harry in LA 12th

25 December - Taylor spent christmas in a castle in Ireland

Continue in 2019

#Youtube #haylor #haylor timeline #taylor swift #harry styles #2018

[orphic1salon]

Celestial Beauty: Unveiling Jabalpur's Premier Makeup Artistry at Orphic Salon

Introduction:

In the vibrant city of Jabalpur, nestled in the heart of Madhya Pradesh, beauty takes center stage, and the pursuit of excellence in makeup artistry is a thriving affair. If you're seeking the crème de la crème of beauty services, look no further than Orphic Salon, renowned as the top-rated salon in Jabalpur. Let's delve into the world of glamour and unveil the secrets behind why Orphic Salon is the go-to destination for the best makeup artist in Jabalpur.

The Artistry of Beauty: Best Makeup Artist in Jabalpur

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Conclusion:

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