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This is probably starting to get annoying, but here are a few more scattered, silly thoughts about the mario movie. :)

(Did I go see the movie again for the 4th time in theaters last night? YES. Is that an excessive amount of times? YES. Have I spent a ridiculous amount of money at this point? YES. Do I have any regrets? NOT EVEN THE TINIEST BIT, NO.)

Trust me, I would be totally honest if I was starting to get bored, but I'm really, really not??? I had a really tough, busy week and I just wanted to be able to relax and have a good time and it was delightful as always!!! I left feeling so much happier. I'm already thinking about going to see it next week again! No one and nothing can stop me!!!! Other than possibly my bank account, LOL.

Obviously the reunion hug takes the lion's share of the focus, but I just want to express my undying love that Luigi and Mario share MULTIPLE hugs before we even get there, and that's not even counting moments at the beginning and the end where they have an arm around each other in kind of a half-hug! They are wonderfully, unabashedly affectionate and it's the best thing in the world!!!

As much as the family is teasing Mario & Luigi about their commercial, I DO appreciate that after their dad's insensitive comment and Mario leaves the table, all the adults genuinely look a little taken aback and stare at the dad (except the grandpa who is in his own little world lol) as if to say Wow, Not Cool. Like, it seems like saying something like that would even be a step too far for the uncles! I just like that there's subtlety and layers to the family stuff, and no one is portrayed as being 100% a jerk (even if some of them have some jerk-ish qualities like the guy stealing food from poor Luigi XD)

ALSO: in fanworks, I've seen several people allude to the bedroom Mario's shown in as being only his bedroom - I was watching those scenes closely this time just to confirm to myself (because I'm annoying about being as accurate as possible, haha), and it's DEFINITELY both his and Luigi's room! It goes by quick, but you can see another bed with green sheets in the far corner of the room clearly in at least one shot, both in the Brooklyn version and in the Mushroom Kingdom version. For some reason, it just tickles me that it's SUCH a small little inclusion and not really necessary, they could have just left it ambiguous whether they actually share a room or not, but nope, that detail is there if you are looking for it! :)

Y'know, even when Mario is dragging Luigi into a dangerous situation and jumping down through what is essentially a WHIRLPOOL into the sewers, he STILL stands at the bottom and waits/watches to see that Luigi makes it down safely after him before moving forward. OVERALL A SILLY THING TO DO but, as he always does when it comes to Luigi, Mario has those extra moments of care and attention. :)

Peach going on and on about how small Mario is will always just make me smile, I'm sorry XD IT'S TRUE (and I love how he's just like "yeah, yeah, make fun of me if you want" and moves on to the important stuff without actually getting mad, it's clear he's heard it all before)

I JUST LOVE MARIO IN GENERAL. I LOVE HIM IN THIS MOVIE???? I LOVE HIM, ALL HIS LITTLE MOVEMENTS AND MANNERISMS. HE IS JUST THE SWEETEST, BRAVEST LITTLE MAN AND HE DESERVES MORE APPRECIATION

I might make a separate appreciation post but here is a shortlist of little things I love: his little "I don't want to eat this" wiggle-dance when first trying to eat the mushroom, the bashful way he kicks up his feet and holds his hands behind him when he's standing next to Peach in the Flower Fields, the way he just cutely, awkwardly WAVES HELLO at everyone wherever he goes (in Toad Town, through the crowd as they're leaving the castle, even to the Kong Guards), how he's genuinely excited to see Donkey Kong's kart for a split second before DK's "I hate you" comment, how he saves DK in the water with NO hesitation at the risk of his own life because he is just a deeply good person, etc etc etc.

As much as I deeply wish that this movie had an actual scene where Mario gets to talk more about Luigi to his new friends and the dialogue wasn't always operating at Maximum Efficiency, I DO appreciate that there are still those couple of beats where you are explicitly reminded that Mario is doing this, ALL of this, for Luigi's sake and only that. The one that got to me this time is when Peach and him have that sidebar before the DK fight where she's like "this is a REALLY bad idea" and his retort is: "well, do you have another way to save my brother!?" And then you see him go on a little face journey where he's calculating things before agreeing to the fight and proclaiming that yes, he WILL win. BECAUSE HE WILL DO ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING FOR HIS BROTHER AND IF THE ONLY WAY TO REACH HIM IS TO FIGHT AND WIN, EVEN IF NO ONE BELIEVES IN HIS ABILITY TO DO SO, THEN BY GOD, HE'S DOING IT. ANOTHER REASON THAT I LOVE HIM!!

The aesthetic of the shattered Rainbow Road pieces glowing in the ocean around DK and Mario (and then inside the eel) is genuinely very beautiful and I always love the effect of it!

I'M SORRY, I CAN ALSO BE VERY CRITICAL OF THIS MOVIE IF I WANT TO, BUT HOW COULD ANYONE - ANYONE - WATCH MARIO AND LUIGI WREAK ABSOLUTE HAVOC AND DESTROY BOWSER IN PERFECT, EFFORTLESS UNISON WITH THE SUPERSTARS MUSIC PLAYING AND NOT FEEL ABSOLUTE JOY??? That sequence is actually perfect, and the music is even MORE perfect. Every time, I hear it, I feel exhilarated and light as air and like anything is possible! HOW COULD YOU NOT THINK IT'S MAGICAL??? HOW??? [STANDS ON TOP OF A MOUNTAIN AND YELLS] HOW????????

Something that I have never noticed until this last rewatch and caught me genuinely offguard is that when Bowser's in the jar and Mario makes the "told ya I'd get you a turtle!" comment to Peach, if you're paying attention to Bowser, he actually does a "hardy-har-har VERY FUNNY" fake laugh as he's being all pouty, and I laughed outloud at that.

ALSO IN GENERAL, I AM SO PROUD OF THIS VERSION OF THE CHARACTERS AND THEIR WILLINGNESS TO PUT BOWSER IN ACTUAL JAIL!!!! HE DESERVES JAIL!!!! Like, I get that we're all very sweet and forgiving here and he's usually allowed to just slink away in most of the games, but seriously, HE COMMITTED VARIOUS WAR CRIMES FOR INCREDIBLY STUPID REASONS, THANK U FOR PUTTING HIM IN JAIL

The last scene with Luigi and Mario doing their handshake and then Luigi just full-on playfully poking Mario in the belly before running off is the CUTEST thing and also has the most Younger Sibling Energy of basically anything in the movie, lol. He also does it to him in the opening scene! I loveeeee ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Can you share with me the weirdest or funniest thing that inspired you to write a fic, and what that fic is? ❤

Hellooooo! ❤️ What a wonderful ask this is, it really inspires you to stop and think for a moment about all the things I’ve ever written 😂 Two things come to mind:

One is a chapter of Midnight Special called Whirlpool Salsa. While hot dad!Boba already had his own story, Temuera Morrison did a commercial for a spa in which he was sitting in a hot tub and the whole fandom collapsed and … well, I got shamelessly inspired and wrote hot dad!Boba hot tub smut ... (read Whirlpool Salsa here)

The second is a recent Hotch OS I did. I don’t even remember which episode it was but seeing Hotch in the jet only ever inspires filthy thoughts and then it just spiraled into a whole thing and, uh, yeah … (read Big Dick Energy here)

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[veditudine]

Contradictions/relations

Just as detective films often begin with the declaration that characters and stories are invented, we begin with a paragraph warning that the following two chapters are not written to set the protagonists in opposition, contradiction. We will write about different experiences and forms of expression, juxtaposed here simply because of a chance encounter with both and a relationship that has arisen in our heads.

Light

In this article, contrary to our habits, we will start with theatre, and in particular with 'Un Isla' by Agrupación Señor Serrano, a company from Barcelona that won the Silver Lion for theatrical innovation at the Venice Biennale in 2015.

We remembered the previous shows, in particular 'The Mountain', made up of videos, miniatures, performances and innovative technologies that unsettlingly investigated various discordant aspects of the contemporary, such as the existence of truth in today's communication.

Why are we talking about this? Jack Nicholson said in the Witches of Eastwick that he would eat anything, as long as it was flambéed, and we would see anything, as long as it contained holograms, and there are plenty of those here. This is because those who are fond of a certain way of doing theatre at the Agrupación immediately realised that here they would be confronted with a novelty and we were initially concerned about this.

We were faced with a performance on the theme of dialogue between different people, built on technologies that recreated the scenario of the island, the castaway who inhabits it and the communities other than himself with whom he tries to make contact. Lights, holograms, spheres containing the performers and images created by artificial intelligence. We will say, in order not to dilate, the things of interest to us lined up by points, communicating already now will not be a theatrical criticism, which we would not be able to. That is why we will put below the trailer of the show, which can give an idea of it better than we can.

So:

1- As mentioned, artificial intelligence is indeed a co-author and this is testified by the human/machine dialogue projected in the background that gives rise to the show. A mediated synthesis indeed, but an interesting one nonetheless. We also believe that this is one of the first times that heavy suggestions to the text have been taken on board, and not rewrites or take-overs of human ideas. Hypotheses of scenes, the same mode that the castaway will use to connect with others, physical, of movement, and non-verbal are his birth.

2- The representation, however, does not sing the praises of AI, but verifies that its current functioning, in its most sophisticated but commercial forms, does not tend to find an absolute answer, but the answer best suited to the interlocutor in the statistical sequence of the most frequent concatenations. It means that to the same question there can be different answers, reasonable or not. Since from the beginning of the show man and machine propose to speak in metaphors, this often absurd multiplicity of possible solutions at a certain point creates a sort of madness of the same, in the whirlpool of the IA's proposals. From communities of opera singers with long necks to groups of rugby fans, the use of transposition of meanings leaps into a dimension without contact with experience, like that of the algorithm that generates them.

4- The answer to the fundamental question of the play, quote: "How do we go from 'I' to 'we', from the individual to the community? Does that 'we' fit in with the people we dislike? What percentage of the population comprises that 'we' we dream of', is addressed on the edge of banality, but without falling into it thanks to a critical approach. There is a doubt that pervades the conversation between man and automation, it exists in the human who asks, but it also seems to exist in the machine that answers. The simplest answer, based on goodwill (let us love each other and accept each other's differences), surfaces but is immediately questioned.

5- The visual strength of the performance. The technologies used, with the appearance of suspended singing heads, the depiction of the development of the island's history with image manipulations, are never used out of context and, together with the long running time of the scenes, help to create an aesthetically engaging image.

So a sparkling and conscious contemporary product. The sensation is the same as the first minute of Lars Von Trier's Melancholia gave us: a well-made, well-curated thing, something that is often not found in contemporary art, probably due to the difficulty in finding adequate resources and professionals.

trailer

Heavy

But this is not the only contemporaneity. It occurred to us that equally contemporary is an alternative way of research. Where in 'Una Isla' it is an experience in which one reaches the highest possible level of abstraction, of art that is nonetheless political but mediated by images, other attempts remain powerfully hooked on reality, and representation is firmly grounded. While here one relies on machines that, if one may say so, have all possible knowledge in them but lack the experience of life, in other regions it is life itself that takes over and becomes the object of political expression. Of the many possible examples, we choose Zehra Doğan, who has been present in recent days in Bologna with Ida Pisani's Prometeo gallery.

Doğan is a Kurdish artist and journalist arrested by Turkey in 2016 on charges of terrorist propaganda for having published a drawing on twitter, taken from a Turkish army photo, depicting the destruction of Nusaybin, with Turkish flags hoisted everywhere and tanks turned into scorpions. Her imprisonment lasted almost three years, in inhuman conditions. Of course, at one point she was prevented from drawing, but she continued secretly, using everything she had available, from coffee grounds to ashes to menstrual blood. In prison, everything changes, the interpretative networks of free life are abandoned and new ones arrive. The same can be said of experiences and knowledge, which are offered for sharing and reworked thanks to a democratic confrontation, in which each of the women present can have her say, regardless of her origin or social background. Once released from prison, she published a reportage of this experience, Prison No. 5, a work of resistance that would later lead to exhibitions entitled "We will also have better days". Stylised female bodies, with emphasised eyes, mouth, sex, mixed techniques on poor media characterise her production. The forced proximity and shared suffering of Turkish prisons create a sense of female solidarity, a sisterhood she says, that manages to generate courage. That is why she still uses the materials she used in prison, because even outside there she must continue the fight for the dignity of the female body and against the male will to possess, against patriarchy. Peacocks, the sun god, snakes, the serpent woman, symbols of her people, bring this struggle back to the Kurdish drama.

Clearly not everything is so straightforward, in fact fragilities, doubts, the wavering of convictions are also recounted.

A creativity born of suffering, made from waste and dedicated to the body in the search for a different world, through signs connected to tradition, devoid of aestheticising intentions, materials that bring us back to the most immediate materiality, to concrete experience.

Vain

Two experiences that we take as examples, making them themselves metaphors, not to contrast them, but because they represent two of the possible different forms in which contemporary creativity expresses itself. There are others, which we do not make absolute categories of here, but we take these for now, close only because we have encountered them in a short time. The binge of art fairs in this period, in which these very different languages coexist, the frequency of theatres in which the same happens, makes us wonder if there is a perimeter that describes contemporaneity. The definition of contemporary art as current art seems to us somewhat poor, as it seems like an interpretive renunciation, a sort of acknowledgement of reality as it is. But this contrasts, for example, with the political intent intrinsic to many works, which should after all express a desire for change of some kind. On the other hand, there is an innumerable number of curators, critics, scholars who write interpretative texts, publish catalogues, hold in-depth conferences that motivate the sense/value of a work, which then enters the great world of the contemporary. The multiplicity of expressions coexisting in the same period is certainly nothing new. As we have written elsewhere, for example, in 1917 Mr. Mutt delivered the urinal turned in on itself and called "Fontana" to a group exhibition, Modigliani painted the "Reclining Nude" and De Chirico "The Disquieting Muses". If we then expand a little, in 1914 Malevic gave birth to 'Black Square on a White Background'. And, perhaps even more appropriately, a short distance away, still in the last century, Arte Povera and Transavantgarde. So nothing new? Maybe, in fact the chapter is entitled Vain. But, let's put it this way, the movements and artists of the modern age were evidently alternative, enjoyed distinct and often opposing critical apparatuses. We do not believe that Celant or Bonito Oliva could have given life indiscriminately to one or the other of these movements. That is, there was clearly a felt need to qualify a performance, a painting, a film through an interpretation that went beyond the chronological datum. This was also the case in more recent times, when suddenly everyone was doing performance, or the death of painting was universally decreed.

Simplifying today, the same curator casually switches from a 'light' exhibition to a 'heavy' one, a critic sees a performance and a spoken word show and describes them both as contemporary. It does not escape our notice that in this choice there is also the now stable precarious condition of the activity of these figures, where they are not after-workers, which tends to reduce their freedom. These are not nostalgic remarks, but a desire to understand whether now, in the apparent equivalence of what is produced, the evaluation is essentially due to the taste of recognised institutions (curators, museums, gallery owners, critics, perhaps a qualified public) within the Market or whether there are, in any case, different, albeit non-structural, elements of evaluation. What we can exclude already now is certainly the possibility of a geographical differentiation due to the origin of the author, we could give opposite examples to prove this assumption. Nor are we talking about politically different environments. We are in the places of excellence for what we are talking about. An Isla we saw in the season of the Css - Stable theater of innovation, the Doğan at the Prometeo gallery, which is one of the most important, not in a social centre or a commune.

Let us close here for now, with a question as it should be. After all, the manifesto of "Una Isla" recalls Böcklin's Isle of the Dead , and it is significant that the island imagined by Ia as the setting for the attempt to build a new, more harmonious relationship between different people, is inspired by a symbolist painting, as mysterious and livid as ever, an object of admiration and criticism, so abstract that it can give rise to as many interpretations as the eyes looking at it. However, probably tired of being linked to a negative supernaturalness, the good Böcklin also painted the Island of Life, for which the exact opposite of the other painting applies. Two opposites out of the same hand, united, however, by the symbolist choice. One wonders if there is any form of relationship beyond the entrance to the Market, to relate the different experiences of the contemporary.

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[akindlylittlesoul]

I really hope Disney green light an Encanto's series.

The director really seems to love this world and characters and is ready to continue telling the story.

And I don't know if everyone think the same but I actually want it to be a slice of life type of story.

I think this world could really grow with a simple everyday life type of show.

Honestly I don't want a huge adventure, or drama, I just want to know them.

Of course keep working on each family member problems/traumas, it would be great to have a "surffice pressure" type of song for every family member but I don't really want it to be the whole purpose of the story.

I even kinda want to see how life was when Julieta, Pepa and Bruno were kids, that actually seems like a fun idea to explore.

I really want to see more of this people be together, and see how they act with each other. I really want to get to know them.

The cast is so big and we only had a little over 90 min. I really want it to explore the relationship between the whole Madrigal family.

This family loves each other and I love that they don't limit their affections to only their family group.

I really want moments between Mirabel and Pepa, Camilo and Julieta, Felix and Agustín, etc. And I don't mean like "a petty conflict between those people that gets resolved by the end of the episode". No, I mean a show of just passing time with them, what it looks like for a day following Pepa or Julieta or Isabela.

We know that Luisa goes around town helping people and solving various problems, and we all guess that Pepa's job is helping the crops and farmers, and Julieta is the doctor of Encanto

But what do Camilo, Isabela, Dolores, etc. Do? What's their "job"?

Even moments in which the triplets take a day for themselves to make up for the lost time.

The whole family have a great quemistry and I loveeee them all, I just want to spend more time in Encanto with the Madrigals.

I also would love to see how they use their gifts for mundane things or for fun. (I just rebloged fanart in which Dolores begs Camilo to turn into her with a dress that she saw someone wearing so she could ask Mirabel to make it for her.)

We actually hear in the movie someone ask Dolores if she could hear if someone is going to be late for Antonio's ceremony.

Kinda like the whirlpool commercial, I just need more of them.

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You are the embodiment of life and love.

Let me help you find you again.

As a massage therapist you must be careful to make your clients feel as comfortable as possible from the moment they step into the office. A clinical style office with bare white walls and empty shelves will make a person seeking relief feel more like they walked into a doctor’s office than into the hands of a competent, caring therapist. Paint the walls a warm color. Start with pale neutrals or warm, dark colors such as shades of brown or a rustic red or orange. Set the ambience with candles of different scents on shelves. Candle light always sets the mood and sparks relaxation. Invest in massage tables with thick foam cushioning and thermal capabilities. A whirlpool jacuzzi tub is a beautiful, visually pleasing, and fulfilled look that will have your clients envisioning they are in the comfort of their home. Soothing massage oils and creams will leave your clients skin extra soft and incredibly smooth while giving them a rich healthy glow at the same time. Your clients can also add the oils to their jacuzzi bath for a long and relaxing soak that will leave them practically glowing.

Erik Stevens, licensed Massage Therapist and Instructor for six years just opened his very own center titled Infinite Pleasure Day & Nite Spa with a full staff of young black Massage Therapists and Estheticians fresh out of the school he’s an instructor for. Erik offered them full-time and part-time positions and pay starting at $25 HR with the chance to earn more. The center closes at 10 PM but depending on the clientele, the center can stay open as long as it needs to. The uniforms for the ladies are black tunic wrap tops with black pants and the guys wear black polo shirts with black pants. On the back of the uniform shirts in gold is Erik’s business logo. It's the Hand of Midas with the silhouette of a woman’s curves superior to it. Even though Erik has his own spa, he takes personal house calls from some of his favorite lady clients. Erik will have a consultation with his clients to discuss and collaborate on how the mood should be set for the therapy session. Some prefer total silence because it heightens their senses, others like it if he talks with a soft spoken voice, sometimes they like it when he plays R&B music, and almost always they want the lights out with candles lit to set the mood. 

As much as he loved being a Massage Therapist, the physical demands can cause you to burn out. Self-care is indubitably important and being as physically fit as possible. The most important piece of equipment a massage therapist has is their own body. Erik stresses the importance of proper nutrition and diet, getting good enough sleep, and taking time out. It’s all about rejuvenation. Poor body mechanics can cause injuries to your hands, arms, shoulders, and back. Generating pressure from the core of the body and relieving neck strain by not looking at his strokes----keeping the head and neck in a neutral, extended position, and resting his chin against his neck to relieve the extensors is how Erik prevents work-related injury. Erik prefers to close his eyes when working because it reminds him that he does not need to watch the work being done so often---it allows him to better focus on what he is feeling with his hands. Erik’s strong, smooth hands have been compared to that of an angel or silk dragging across your skin. His smooth baritone allows you to let go and heal. Imagine how intense it is to have Erik as your Massage Therapist and not be turned on?

When I touch my client’s body, I touch their whole being---their intellect, their spirit, their emotions…

It’s a Thursday evening at Infinite Pleasure Day & Nite Spa and so far throughout the scorching hot day, at least twenty clients have been tended to. Kobi, the new hire receptionist, grabs the keys to the spa entrance, locking the commercial glass double doors. She twirls the key ring around her left pointer finger while walking back to the front desk. Kobi removes her black blazer, stretching out her arms to relieve tension in her back before pulling the bottom of her white blouse down since it had ridden up from her stretching. Kobi leans her head side to side, cracking her cervical vertebrae and then she rolls her shoulders before grumbling in pain. Her cleavage heaved when she released a deep breath before grabbing her black, mini Tory Burch bag from beneath the desk. Kobi then grabs her phone and charger, placing it within her bag. Shuffling from behind the desk, Kobi shuts off the front lobby lights, turning the corner towards the back of the spa. 

Kobi punches out with her personal PIN number on a wall-mounted time clock. Finally, Kobi lets her heat-damaged, curly nut-brown hair down, using her fingers to separate the half wavy, half curly strands. The faintly lit hallway made Kobi’s skin more sepia as she walked towards the back entrance of the spa. Kobi notices one of the massage room doors is still open, sighing with a roll of her eyes before approaching the door to close it. Upon arriving at the door, Kobi fought back a rising panic when she noticed the room was still occupied. When the person turned around, she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. 

“Erik, I thought you had left,” Kobi says with a faint smile and a hand to her chest.

“Spilled some of this massage oil, I forgot to recap it,” Erik chuckles at her terror stricken face while using a black cotton rag to absorb the oil spill from one of the shelves used to store items. Once he was finished, Erik tossed the rag in a linen basket before blowing out the candles. 

“Will you be in tomorrow?” Kobi asked as she watched Erik cover each candle. Kobi’s eyes cascaded down Erik’s back like she was following a stream of water. Even through his black polo, Erik’s sculpted body is clearly seen and wickedly tempting to caress.

“Hey, Kobi, can you push that button to turn off the music?” Erik asks. Kobi pushes a black button beneath the automatic lightswitch to the room, pausing the instrumental to Brian McKnight’s Anytime. While he wiped down the massage table, Kobi examined the way his muscles flexed and bunched beneath the russet skin of his bicep. Eyes traveling up the length of his bulky arm, Kobi allowed her coffee-brown eyes to outline the shape of his thick lips, and chiseled jawline. His tapered locs were covering his onyx eyes before he straightened his back, extending his neck to remove them from his line of vision. Erik could feel Kobi staring and when his onyx eyes connected with hers, Kobi immediately looked away before bringing her hand up to massage a kink from her neck.

“Still in pain I see. So, that must mean you didn’t take my advice?” Erik raises an accusatory brow at Kobi, “You know how important it is to take care of your posture, Kobi...c’mere,” Erik motioned with a curl of his finger for Kobi to come to him, “Sit right here, it should be dry now.” 

Kobi takes a seat on the edge of the massage table, resting her bag, black blazer, and car keys next to her right thigh. Kobi clears her throat nervously before straightening her back, a whimper slipping past her oval-shaped lips. Erik shakes his head before standing behind Kobe, bringing his skillful and veined hands up to her slender shoulders, leaving a little space between them to make it more comfortable. Erik formed a loose ‘C’ shape with his hands while keeping his thumbs straight. Erik feels for the smooth contour of the muscles just above her collar bones with his fingertips. 

“I didn’t even realize how long your hair is, Kobi,” Erik spoke with a hushed tone.

“Oh,” Kobe shakes her head so the strands can fall forward, “Yeah, I do wear it up a lot.”

“Well, maybe you should wear it down more often,” Erik begins, drawing Kobi’s muscles up with gentle, consistent pressure. He constantly presses the tips of his fingers and thumbs into her trapezius muscles from both sides, starting at the inside of her shoulders closer to her neck. Everytime Erik would roll her muscles up towards her collarbones without releasing his grip, Kobe would groan. The muscles in his arms worked to squeeze and lift and as quickly as he started, Kobi became more comfortable and relaxed. 

“This damaged hair? Please,” Kobe lets out a panting breath before closing her eyes, “I need to chop it all off and start over again.”

“Shit, I think it’s pretty,” Erik raises and lowers his forearms with slow, smooth motions while focusing on the side of Kobi’s pretty brown face, “The two different curl patterns...I like this wild look on you.”

“Stop with the lies, Erik,” Kobi rolled her eyes before hissing, “Damn...that felt good.”

“Yeah?” Erik went slower to make it feel even better, “Wait until I get to your neck, you’ll be moaning then.”

Kobi’s eyes shot open and her eyelids rapidly blinked, “Then I guess it’s a good thing that I’m wearing pants instead of a skirt---shit, that was inappropriate,” Kobi slaps her forehead. Erik could do that to you---make you say the first thing on your mind no matter how vulgar and X-rated it is.

“It was honest,” Erik clarifies with a deep voice so close to Kobi’s ear that it made the tiny hairs on her earlobe raise, “It happens all the time believe it or not.”

“...What happens all the time?” Kobi says with rapid attention.

“My lady clients getting wet,” from her shoulders, Erik starts to massage Kobi’s neck with light, long strokes, finding her tension spots and applying focused pressure, “A lot of my clients get nervous and scared because they think they’ll get wet or aroused...who cares...if you’re stopping yourself from getting turned on you have too much control over your body...I always tell them to let go, it’s okay, we replace the sheets between every client,” Kobi and Erik share a laugh, “But honestly it’s just about enjoying yourself and letting your mind run free during the experience...I got you,” Erik kneaded his thumbs into Kobi’s tense muscles in a circular motion before gliding his fingers into her hairline.

“Can I be your new client?” Kobi says with a honeyed voice. Erik bites his lip before bringing his fingers around to massage Kobi’s throat.

“Why? So I can make you wet?” 

Kobi wanted to say, “But you already make me wet, daddy.” Instead, she says, “So you can help relieve this pain, Mr. Stevens…” Kobi blushes.

“You know I got you, Kobi...I do house calls too.”

Kobi nibbled on her bottom lip. She realizes that her panties are soaked. If only she could let go and unfasten her pants, kick them off, and pull the crotch of her panties to the side. If his fingers feel this good on her skin his tongue would feel even better licking her clit. Her imprudent thoughts in this precise moment are barbaric and Kobi wanted nothing more than for Erik’s heavenly hands to slip inside of her blouse to twirl her nipples. Kobi’s thigh jerked and her fingers gripped the edge of the massage table so harsh that it rubbed painfully against the palm of her hand. 

“Better?” Erik’s voice knocked Kobi out of her fantasy. She flexed her back and rubbed her neck before turning to Erik with her appreciative eyes sparkling, “Thank you so much, Erik. I don’t know how else to thank you.”

“Come in with your hair down tomorrow...like this,” Erik uses his thick fingers to part Kobi’s hair and stroke it to the left side of her face for a more untamed look, “You look freshly fucked.”

Alarmed by his words, Kobi’s coffee-brown eyes blinked at Erik slowly. No man has ever talked to her so boldly like that. Kobi licks her lips then bites her bottom one. Kobi was definitely playing with fire since Erik is her boss and she does have a boyfriend waiting for her at home. It would surely be inappropriate if Kobi were to lay back on the massage table, take off her black pants and drenched panties, and spread her thighs so wide so  her wet little pussy can open up for Erik to see. She could almost feel the warmth of Erik’s breath drawing closer and closer as his head lowered between her trembling thighs. Kobi wondered if he stroked pussy with his tongue first or if he wrapped his thick lips around the inner folds to suck. Either way, Kobi’s clit jumped, her walls quivered, and her nipples stiffened to pebbles. 

“Is your boyfriend picking you up? Erik gives Kobi a teasing smile with a tilt of his head. His onyx eyes damn near tunneled through hers the more he stared. 

“No..I drove the car today, “ Kobi inhaled sharply, “It’s getting late, I should probably head out.”

“Yeah, he’s probably worried,” Erik creates space between them both and it felt much colder, “Go ahead...get some rest baby girl, you know it’s gonna be yet another busy ass day tomorrow.”

“You’re right, let me get my ass home,” Kobi laughs nervously before standing from the table. She adjusts her pants, “Thanks again, Erik. For real...I appreciate it.” 

“Don’t trip, you know I got you whenever you need me.”

Silence hung between them both and from the way Erik was watching her Kobi was worried about what she would do...what she shouldn’t do. Gathering her things, Kobi gives Erik a final polite smile before turning to leave, sauntering out of the massage room as quickly as she can leaving Erik and his fattened dick behind.

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XMilanaRoseX: It’s demon time, how should I fuck this phat pussy tonight?

Milana Russell--- Nevada born and raised before she moved to California. Milana graduated from the University of Southern California with a bachelor’s degree in criminal justice and is now pursuing a master’s in criminology. Milana has a heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, full lips, shoulder length locs with honey blonde tips, 5’10 and full-figured. Her golden eyes are captivating and her mellifluous voice makes you bend at her will. Milana has her webcam set up in her newly furnished bedroom for some late night play time. There are an assortment of toys on her bed and she’s already oiled down to make her curves stand out more for her horny viewers. Milana is wearing pastel multicolored fluffy cat ears with a holographic heart choker and  dramatic grunge makeup with pink glitter and glitter gloss on her lips. Milana kneeled on her heart-shaped bed in white velvet while cupping her large breasts and pointing them towards the camera. Milana jiggles both D cup breasts before releasing them and making them sway in the camera.

“I know Tuesday was titty day but you can never have enough titties,” Milana massaged her oily breasts sensually, “I bet you would love to have a pair like this...these pretty ass titties...you wanna dick my pussy down while sucking on these big ass cocoa titties? Huh? Suck on these chocolate hershey kiss nipples? Hm? I bet your girlfriend don’t know how much you wanna lick and suck on my nipples...not to mention this sweet juicy black pussy,” Milana sucks on her fingers before dragging them down to rub her clit. Her attentive eyes focused on the screen of her Macbook, reading the comments and giggling at some of the responses. 

SoulSnatcherrr: Damn babi they are so beautiful.

TyanaBiLove: Can I have you please? 

Nuttinyou_: I’ll hold them up for you mama don’t worry. Then I’ll slobber all over them bitches.

TribbQueen94: You wanna meet up? I just wanna rub my pussy against yours all fucking night baby. Then I wanna eat your pussy over and over until you cum on my face. 😛

LaflameDaddy: Made it home just in time to see my favorite girl in action...as always those titties are looking scrumptious...I’m tryna see that chocolate pussy...can’t forget that tight ass either...turn around and show big daddy where his dick belong at girl...stop playing with me.

“Oh yeah, Laflame?” Milana says to one of her fans, “you wanna suck my pussy and fuck my ass? You always wanna fuck my ass, daddy,” Milana turns around, showing her orbit of an ass off that filled up the entire camera. Milana takes one of her hands to spread her cheeks to reveal the amethyst jeweled butt plug snugly fitting into her asshole.

LaflameDaddy: I’ll stretch that tight ass until your eyes roll back little girl...I see you got them toys out…Always ready to fuck that tight pussy like a good girl...I need your pussy in my mouth...wish I could show you this big dick right now standing straight up. 

Milana read the comment from LaflameDaddy while biting on her bottom lip, “That’s exactly what I plan to do, daddy…” Milana and whoever LaflameDaddy is have been flirting and sexting back and forth for about three months now. His avatar is a picture of his muscular torso oiled down, his thick brown pipe in his hand, and the devil emoji enlarged over his face. Out of all the nasty, freaky comments Milana receives, LaflameDaddy stood out the most. Milana was sure her other fans envied his gifted tongue that impressed Milana. She really wanted to know how he looked. Milana didn’t do meet-ups with any of her fans for many reasons but LaflameDaddy was worth the risk. 

“So, I don’t know which one of you sent me a new toy to play with but I’m excited to use it tonight,” Milana reaches behind her with a big smile on her face, grabbing the little pink love egg to show it off proudly, “isn’t it adorable?!! I heard about these things and I’ve always wanted to try it out,” Milana plays with the little antenna with her finger, “this shit is powerful. I turned it on to test it and the vibration is so damn strong...and it’s controlled with Bluetooth technology so I already know whoever got this for me has something planned,” Milana positions herself towards the edge of her heart-shaped bed with her legs elevated and spread wide open. Milana grabs her bottle of oil, tilting it over so that the heated oil can glaze her phat pussy lips. 

LaflameDaddy: your soul is about to be knocked out. 

AlluringAlyssa: I have one! We should FaceTime and cum together!

blackhornyyyvirgin: I can’t wait to see you squirt 😊

Shaq_88: ummmmm 😋

Milana rubs her outer lips, leaning back on her elbow while rolling her hips seductively in the camera. The tips started racking in and LaflameDaddy was tipping in a lump sum amount. In a short amount of time being a cam girl, Milana’s tip goals were hit faster and faster. They tip her because they WANT to see her shows. Milana always does things right, and her viewers anticipate it all day. Her computer chimed each time Milana would show off her yummy pussy. 

LaflameDaddy: $30

LaflameDaddy: $40

LaflameDaddy:$50 

LaflameDaddy: Stop teasing and put that vibrator in…and that butt plug is adorable but I know that asshole is begging for some dick...ummm I see that pussy leaking mama...I wanna lick up every drop of your pussy juice and bury my tongue in your ass 👅

“You’re a nasty nigga, Laflame,” Milana laughs lightly, “You live in Oakland?”

I-love-eating-pussylipss: I’m in Oakland. What's good baby?! 

Nastyasfuckkk: $25 👀

PussiiFairy: Laflame can you tip me too? 🥺 Check out my OnlyFans big dick daddy…

LaflameDaddy: 😈 didn’t I tell you to put that vibrator in daddy’s pussy? Stop playing with me. 

“Okay, daddy, shit,” Milana laughs again before bringing the pink bullet vibrator to her snug entrance, rubbing it up and down her labia before pushing it inside. The pink antenna dangled from her pussy. Milana brings her knees to her chest and with her phone in hand, Milana starts playing some music. The viewers were even more provoked by Milana’s little show when Twista ft. Trey Songz- Girl Tonite started playing. Milana hisses, here golden eyes love-struck as she focused on the camera. Full lips wide with surprise, Milana started panting. There is no way she could hold her moan. A single vein popped out of Milana’s neck and her gluteal muscles clenched. The different vibration patterns were jumbled on purpose so she wouldn’t expect it. 

“FUCK!!!!!” Milana’s fists clenched and her hips left the bed, “Umph, mmmmmmm, uhhhhh, Unh!!!!!” Milana closed her thighs, “Oh my God—“ Milana was creating a puddle of liquid beneath her cheeks, “Goddamn, who is controlling this?!!!”

The vibrations stopped. Milana sat up in her bed, wiping the sweat from her chest. She brings her left hand down between her legs, tugging on the antenna and pulling it out. There, creating a honey trail is her sticky arousal. Her expressive eyes alone showed how shocked she was. That tiny, almighty toy made her squirt and cream in less than a minute. Milana’s golden eyes focused on her camera, wondering just who was the culprit that sent her this heavenly toy. It came with a hand-written card. Milana still remembers those compelling words as if it was recited to her. 

Surrender yourself so I can cater to you.

Submit to my flow.

Aren’t you tired of being in control?

Don’t you deserve a moment to see what it feels like to be catered to.

To have all the attention on you. 

Don’t make me wait...come get on this table. 

Milana was confused by the last bit of the note until she noticed a free pass for an all-in-one spa experience. Infinite Pleasure Day & Nite Spa. Milana heard so much about it. Her best friend, Kobi is a receptionist there. She always talked about how amazing the black-owned business is. Milana had been meaning to get around to it but the pricing was extreme and she already has so many other things to take care of. Car payment, rent, student loans, utilities, cat food, and not to mention anything she needed for herself. Seeing that free pass reminded Milana of how much she needed to relieve stress, reduce muscle tension, and increase her joint mobility and flexibility. A playful smile spread across Miana’s lips as she typed a message on her live chat. 

XMilanaRoseX: Thanks daddy Laflame 🥰 are you gonna come clean me up with your tongue when I’m done cumming on this amazing gift?

LaflameDaddy: girl I would eat all of that. Why don’t you put that toy in your mouth and tell daddy how good you taste so I can bust a nut. You’re welcome cutie. 

Milana sucked on her toy, “It tastes so sweet.” 

DigHerOut_: I wanna eat the hell out of her!!!!

EroticSoulBeauty: fuck that’s so damn juicy 🤤

LaflameDaddy: Yummy...phat creamy pussy...ima indulge in that deliciousness all fucking day when I get you...make your Lil ass cum all over my thick dick. 

Milana lifts one leg up before impatiently bringing the vibrator back to her pussy like it never left. As soon as her vaginal walls clenched the toy the deep, rumbling vibrations damn near galloped through her body. Milana bites on her knee to focus but there was no way in hell she was going to fight off her next nut. Laflame was not playing with her. Milana locked eyes with the camera as if he was staring right back at her. She didn’t need to rub her clit because the intense vibrations had her entire pussy trembling and begging for a release. 

LaflameDaddy: That's a good girl...I wanna suck that phat cum filled pussy baby...let me lick all that for you girl...shit…

LaflameDaddy: DAMN!! 

Milana was leaking all over the place. When she tried to take the vibrator out Laflame turned it up higher causing her fingers to tremor. Her body fell backward against her bed and her hips started rocking back and forth. The vibrations would start off faintly and increase pulsate to a supreme level that has Milana’s abdominal muscles tied up in knots and her heart skipping a beat. 

“Shit daddy you got my pussy cumming so hard…” Milana grabs her nine inch, girthy crystal dildo, sucking on it sloppily while twirling it in her mouth. The vibrations continuously fluctuates and at this point Milana didn’t even anticipate her orgasm——it just happened within the blink of an eye. Dildo slipping from her mouth, Milana yanks the vibrator from her pussy and replaces it with the crystal dildo. Her pussy was jammed-full with the circumference of the dildo. Milana rests the vibrator against her clit at the same time she fucks herself. From the tip and down to the base Milana saturated that dildo, covering its transparency with her cream. 

LaflameDaddy: got me throbbing hard Milana. Can I have some of that pussy? That thick wet pussy needs some dick mmmm 😋 

LaflameDaddy: ima hit that pussy hard...oh you really creaming now...that’s a pussy I’m not pulling out of. 

“This big ass dick...I know how much you like to watch me fuck myself...you wanna stretch me out just like this dick don’t you? both of my holes?” Milana knows exactly what to say to drive Laflame crazy. He tips her money again. 

LaflameDaddy: It would be my please to stretch that asshole open for you...get it used to being filled up to the brim 😩 ima have your ass addicted fucking with me. 

Milana started seeing black spots. Her loud, ear piercing moans were on replay. Milana’s clit was stiff and hypersensitive from the vibrator. It dropped from her shaky fingers and for the third time that evening Milana climaxed. The grip from her pussy around the dildo caused her to squirt yet again. It was the wide tip stroking her G spot that created the water works. Milana blinked tears from her eyes. Words couldn’t describe how hard she just orgasmed. Usually, Milana can last at least an hour in a session, however, her body was so weakened that she couldn’t even sit up in her bed. Every time she tried to touch her clit Milana would yank her hand away because of the heightened sensitivity. Her walls would lock up like a boa constrictor would his prey. 

LaflameDaddy : Milana, you still tryna meet up? I need to take care of that body, baby...I just need one night to change your life, girl...you know you want daddy to make you cum so what’s good?”

XMilanaRoseX: tonight? 🥺

Brownskinmami: Can I join y’all? 😢

DarkskinZaddy: ayo Laflame we can share her bruh! 

LaflameDaddy: Yeah tonight, I’m not playing no games. 

Did this even need a thought process? Laflame sent Milana a $180 dollar tip tonight and that’s not even the highest he’s tipped her. He sent her a gift, spending more money on her when he could simply be a freeloader and watch her cum without emptying his pockets. Laflame made her pussy wetter than any big dick man that had the opportunity to sample her cookies. At this point, she didn’t even care if he wasn’t the best looking guy, his body and his fat dick was enough to convince her that he could do whatever he wanted to her. 

XMilanaRoseX: tonight it is then. My place 😊

LaflameDaddy: Bet. I’ll bring my stuff to set up 😏 ima send you a DM. 

“Hello?” 

Milana spoke into her cell, voice barely audible. Laflame kept his word and sent Milana a DM for her address and cell number. This was probably going to be the only time Milana ever met up with one of her webcam fans. She hoped that he was about that action. 

“Milana,” His smooth baritone voice rocked her like an unsteady boat.

“You said your name is Erik,” Milana nibbled on the rim of her wine glass.

“Yeah, that’s me...I’m on my way to you but I gotta ask you something first if that’s okay.” 

“Sure,” Milana was a little wine drunk, “Ask away.”

“Aight, so, I’m a professional Massage Therapist. I know I sent you a free pass to my spa but I really want to give you the experience at home.” 

A male masseuse. This man was the total package. He’s a freak, he’s an entrepreneur, and he’s got gifted hands. Milana felt spoiled and she wasn’t about to turn down a goddamn massage especially when she needs one tremendously. 

“After all that squirting you were doing you need me to take care of you.” 

“So...are you coming to fuck me or massage me?” Milana cracks a smile.

“I’m coming to fuck you and massage you…”

“Mmm...so what’s your question?” 

“I like to give my clients the full experience, you know? Make them feel appreciated, give them a taste of passion...what do you like? Music playing? Me whispering in your ear? Candles lit to set the mood? What?”

“I’d like all of that actually,” Milana twirled her glass of wine with a blush on her face, “I need that so bad tonight.” 

“Well I got what you need, I’m here to relax you. Are you allergic to strawberries? Coconut?”

“I don’t have any allergies.” 

“Good, cuz I got something special in mind for you, Miss Milana.” 

“A man who’s not only gonna dick me down and slut me out but also worships my body...I want and need this, Erik,” Milana says with a soft, smooth, and pleasant sound of her voice in Erik’s ear. 

“I'm one of those men that likes to take care of a woman... not only dress her in sexy clothes... take her out when the opportunity arises... but pamper her stressed out body with no expectations... treat her to a sensual massage not only to relieve the worries of the world but also to help her heal from the relentless pounding of my always horny and hard dick. Daddy has to take care of his play things.”

“Damn...you have so much passion for what you do.” 

“...Nothing I love more than giving a woman a great massage followed by a deep, strong dick down.” 

“Ohhh yes,” Erik was stimulating Milana’s mind with his sultry tongue, “When I say I need a massage....this is exactly what I mean...what I gotta do to get this treatment on the regular?” 

“Open your door first.” 

Three knocks at her apartment door has Milana jumping up from her spot on the couch, fixing her black silk robe. She tucked a few of her locs behind her ear before sauntering towards her apartment door. With one golden eye, Milana glimpsed through the wide angle lens of the peephole to find a man dressed in athletic attire and carrying a bag on his shoulder and a portable massage table under his left arm. Opening her door, Milana comes face to face with LaflameDaddy himself. He’s wearing a pair of black and gold Nike running shoes, light grey Champion sweats, and a black muscle tee. His tapered locs are pulled back into a ponytail with the sides faded. Erik’s eyebrows knitted together and his onyx eyes surveyed her like she was standing naked before him. 

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Everything on Milana was heavy-set; her breasts, her hips, her pudgy belly, her thighs. Her skin reminded Erik of the rich amber color of honey. Those striking golden eyes and lashes that framed her eyes like black lace are spellbinding. Erik would have never guessed that Milana was a tall, thick woman. His affixed eyes slowly descended her body and when they came to rest on her feet he had to bite back his gravelly groan. Pretty pussy, pretty asshole, and pretty toes. Erik wanted all of them in his mouth. Milana’s French tip acrylic nail lifted Erik’s jaw off of the floor. He chuckles with a bite of his lip. Erik stared at the doe-eyed beauty attentively as he walked into her apartment. Erik notices a few totes piled near her apartment door, a new suede sofa set, a mahogany wood coffee table, abstract black woman wall art, and an open balcony with sheer autumn-colored curtains billowing from the wind of the eventide sky. 

On Milana’s upper left thigh is a large tattoo of a lion with a mandala flower design. She looked like she was fresh from the shower——smelled like it too. Erik sits his bag on her couch and leans his portable massage table against a nearby wall before moving Milana’s mahogany coffee table out of the way to create more room. Erik grabs his massage table and starts setting it up within the space he created. His sexual appetite for Milana became excessive when she took a seat on her couch with her robe loosely wrapped around her body to expose her big tits for him. When her tits spilled out Erik could only smile at her eagerness. 

“Do you offer naked massages?” Milana asks with her beautiful voice like music to his ears. 

“I already planned on doing that. Question is, can you handle it?” 

“I can handle whatever you give me, daddy...I handled that gift you sent me.” 

Erik checked to make sure the massage table was sturdy and secure before strolling over to Milana, taking a seat beside her on the couch. Erik pulls out his phone and unlocks it to show Milana his mobile STD testing results. Negative across the board. Milana did the exact same thing, grabbing her phone and showing Erik her results. Also negative. It was something so mature and sexy about the entire exchange and it made Erik crave her more. Without evening thinking about it Erik’s hand reached out to caress Milana’s exposed left thigh while his hungry eyes drifted to her heavy tits spilling out of her robe. 

“So...then I shouldn’t be worried about how you can handle the way I nurture and admire your body and slut that pussy and ass out on repeat?” 

“No need to worry baby,” Milana’s hands fondled Erik’s biceps, “ Exactly what I need right now, the sooner I get undressed, the sooner we can do it.” 

Erik couldn’t wait to satisfy this freak. Closing the space between them, Erik presses his thick lips against Milana’s. She tasted damn good. He couldn’t combat his tongue and now it was slithering between her full lips and into her wet mouth. He could taste the fruity, tart flavor of the red wine she was drinking. Since it was so silent, the sound of their wet lips smacking with each kiss and their soft moans were amplified. Erik’s lips left Milana’s sticky ones gently but his hand didn't stop stroking her scalp. He doesn’t even remember it being there. The scalp is full of nerve endings and even with the slightest brush of the hair can send tingles through your body. Milana’s eyes closed and her head fell forward slightly. Erik ran his fingernails slightly over her scalp, paying close attention to the space behind her right ear and just above her neck. Milana moaned in his ear when he tugged on her locs in between massaging her scalp. 

“Damn, baby, that shit is amazing,” Milana whispered. 

“This is lightwork, baby,” Erik spoke with a low tone, “Let me relax you...tell me about your day.” 

“It was dull until tonight,” Milana’s lips parted, “mmm, yes.” 

Erik’s hands left her hair and Milana’s breath halted when she could no longer feel his touch. She looked up at him through her lashes with pleading eyes for him to continue. 

“It’s time for me to give you a good, hard, powerful massage that'll really have your ass moaning and weak to these knuckles and fingers.” 

Erik rose from the couch and went to open his bag. He pulls out five different massage oils, a fluffy white towel, a thin white sheet, and three hand-poured massage candles. 

“Aight miss Milana, I want you to take off your robe and go lay on that table for me face down,” Erik dug into the left pocket of his sweatpants and his hand came up with a lighter. Milana unfastens her robe and as she walked to the table she allowed the robe to fall from her body. Erik couldn’t fight the urge to steal a peek when Milana climbed onto the table with her round derrière sitting up. Milana folded her arms and rested her chin there with her head propped up and eyes closed. 

“Which oil would you like for me to use? I have coconut pineapple...it reminds me of having a cool drink in my hand while relaxing on an exotic beach.” 

“That sounds perfect...what are the others?”

“I have Strawberry dreams...it’s pretty sweet. I also have vanilla sandalwood, tropical mango, and island passion berry.”

“That’s a hard one,” Milana giggles, “Uhm...which do you prefer?”

“Well, if it was me and I’m giving my girl a massage I would go for the vanilla sandalwood. That creamy, rich vanilla with that alluring scent of sandalwood...it’s like spending all day in the spa without leaving your home.”

“Then let’s do that,” Milana stroked her locs from her back to give Erik more access. 

“Good choice,” Erik sits the massage oil on Milana’s table followed by the three massage candles. Once that was set up, Erik set fire to the candles before turning off the lamp lights in her living room. The candle gives far less illumination than the meanest of electrical light bulbs, yet it is all Erik’s eyes can take. By the flickering yellow the room is dark, the shapes of the furniture discernible but the colours so muted that they are almost grey. The blend of jojoba and soybean oils with warm notes of amber, cedar leaf,  and lemongrass, was gentle and soothing. 

“Any music preferences?” Erik questioned, his eyes focused on the smooth skin of Milana’s back while he covered her ass with the thin sheet.

“Something sensual would be nice.” 

“I can do that,” Erik says with a smirk before finding his favorite R&B playlist. Discovering the perfect song, Erik let’s it play, before resting his phone on the table. There is a sort of poetry behind real R&B music. Usher’s Nice & Slow was one of Erik’s favorites. He was anticipating showing Milana his skills. Removing his muscle tee, Erik grabs the vanilla and sandalwood oil. The bottles were warmed up before he came. Erik applies a little to his hands before doing the same to Milana’s back. His large, veiny hands rubbed in the massage oil with gliding movements in long, even strokes. He could practically see her worries melt away when his hands started working. 

“Like that?” Erik inquired. 

“Hell yeah,” Milana’s eyes focused on Erik, “you have soft hands for a man.” 

“My guess is you ain’t used to that,” Erik tilted his head down at Milana, “where do you have the most tension?”

“My upper back and my lower back.” 

“Okay...take slow, deep breaths for me...it’ll help you relax.”

“Like this,” Milana demonstrates her breathing for Erik.

“Exactly,” Erik used the whole of his hand and started at the bottom of Milana’s back, moving upward while applying pressure, and then he lightly brings his hands down the outside of her back delicately. His fingertips stroked the sides of her breasts each time he brought his hands down. Milana’s teeth tugged on her bottom lip. This is definitely foreplay. 

“You’ll have me leaving a wet spot massaging me like that.” 

“And I’ll be right here to lick it up when I’m done,” Erik reminds her while maintaining contact without applying pressure as he brings his hands back down. He didn’t forget Milana’s shoulders and neck area. This went on for 3-5 minutes while he gradually increased from light to medium pressure to warm up her back muscles. 

“Mm,” Milana’s brows furrowed.

“Got a lot of tension in your back, girl,” Erik started with a petrissage technique using shorter, circular strokes with more pressure. He rolled and pressed his hands into Milana’s back to enhance deeper circulation. Erik has her moaning with every motion of his strong hands. Erik’s dick tented the front of his sweats. Looking down, he could see his thick rod twisted to the side. Rolling his eyes with a shake of his head, Erik ignored the pulse from his crotch and continued massaging Milana. 

“You are great with your hands, daddy...lawdddd,” Milana hissed.

“It’s nothing like making you feel good with my hands,” Erik whispered.

“Just your hands?” Milana raises a single brow satisfyingly. 

“I promise I'd fuck u just as good if not better...let ur pussy wet my dick up…”

“Talk nasty to me,” Milana gasps when Erik’s fingertips tickle the small of her back. The slightest touch there evoked Milana’s pleasure. Erik lowered his head and started licking and kissing that area. Milana’s head shot up and her hips arched from the table. Erik’s forceful hand pushed her back down. Milana looked over her shoulder at him, her golden eyes unblinking. Erik slowly lowered the thin sheet to the floor, revealing her plump backside. Grabbing the oil, Erik covered Milana’s ass while rubbing it in with his free hand. 

“I can’t wait to stroke this ass...can you take it?”

“Never did it before, I’ve been training with my plugs.” 

Erik spreads Milana’s cheeks and with his thumbs he starts rubbing between her cheeks. That phat pussy from the back caught Erik’s attention and now his thumbs were rubbing up and down her outer lips. Milana’s thighs spread open further for Erik to have more access. With her permission, Erik takes his thumb and pointer finger, spreading Milana’s pussy lips. Her pink glistened like the juiciest piece of fruit. Erik’s tongue is getting hard. He wanted to drop his fat dick all in that pussy. Squeezing his dick through his sweatpants wasn’t a good idea because any type of contact had him ready to bust a nut. 

Walking around the table, Erik stands in front of Milana, his hips leaning over her head. Erik started to perform muscle-lifting strokes to Milana’s back in a twisting motion, “When you finally let me fuck that ass ima have you falling in love with anal for ever. Have you wishing  you would have been given this ass up,” Erik pushed gently down toward Milana’s lower back, massaging the muscles on either side of her spine. 

“With a dick this huge I’m sure you will.” 

Erik lowered his head when he felt Milana tugging on his sweatpants. He didn’t stop her, why would he when that monster needed to be freed. Erik’s hands extended down to Milana’s ass and he started kneading the flesh. Milana brings Erik’s sweats down to rest on his upper thighs and she comes face to face with his dick since he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Grinning, Milana grabs Erik’s dick in her hand and starts jerking it. 

“Fuck, here,” Erik straightens his back, reaching for the massage oil. He squirts some oil on his dick and Milana’s hand. Recapping the oil and sitting it down,, Erik brings his hands to rest on Milana’s shoulders, kneading them gently while she rubbed the oil in on his dick. With both hands now, Milana jerked Erik’s dick like she was grinding pepper. Before her golden eyes like magic Erik’s dick thickened even more in her hand. The oil brought out the beautiful definition of Erik’s veiny shaft and wide tip. Milana’s eyes glossed over and she exhaled deeply when Erik’s thumbs smoothed out the tension from her shoulders. 

“Give me your throat baby... It’s not too much to ask for right?” 

“Definitely not,” the flexible tip of Milana’s tongue stroked the head of Erik’s oily dick while she jerked him with both of her hands in a twisting motion. Erik grew impatient and palmed the back of her head, applying pressure and forcing her to swallow him like he wanted. He didn’t care if there was oil on his dick, all he wanted to see was all ten inches of his dick vanish down her throat. Milana’s noisy sucking blended with the R&B music in the background. With her oily hand, Milana massaged Erik’s nut sack while eating his dick up with her drooling mouth. 

“I see you know how to handle this fat dick with your mouth,” Erik closed his eyes and extended his head, “take care of daddy’s dick baby and I’ll take real good care of you.” 

Milana purposely gags on Erik’s dick while innocently looking him in the eyes. When her lips slipped from around his dick she started jerking him with a smile on her face, “can you please explode on my face daddy?” 

“You’re my sexy dick pleaser?” Erik smoothed Milana’s dreads from her eyes.

“I’m your sexy dick pleaser, daddy...make me choke on your big black dick until I cry...I want you to cum on my face.”

“All over this pretty face? Hm?” 

“Yes, please,” Milana sucked on the tip of Erik’s dick with a tight suction that had Erik’s nut sack so tight it almost retracted into his body. 

“Deeper...open that mouth...stop playing,” Erik pushes forward into her mouth with his toned hips, “oh? You wanna keep playing with me, Milana? I’m gonna put it all in ya throat watch and see,” Erik gripped Milana’s head and started fucking the shit out of her throat like it was a pussy. Yes, he did come here to relieve some tension in her body but he always wanted to slut her out with his fat ass dick. Milana has been teasing him for a few months now. He’s already insatiable when it comes down to pussy. So greedy that he was willing to blow Kobi’s back out in that massage room. Boyfriend or not he was gonna stretch Kobi pussy the fuck out. Now, he finally has Milana’s freaky ass to himself. 

Erik puts it all the way down Milana’s throat and watches her get too messy with it and gag because Erik was training her throat. He held his dick there to remind her of how daddy’s dick is supposed to be sucked. Her tears cleansed her cheeks and just when her nose began to run Erik’s dick drew back from her throat. She stared at Erik’s dick with her eyes crossed like she was bewitched. 

“I love fucking a pretty face...stay focused baby and make daddy nut...fuck, Milana,” She was driving Erik crazy with the jerk and suck combo, “just like that baby...damn...nasty girl, suck that dick,” Erik licks his lips, “Open that pretty little mouth of yours for your daddy,” Erik takes hold of his dick and slaps it on Milana’s tongue, “Fuck I’m about to bust all over your face, hell yeah that’s a good girl, begging for more? So fucking hungry,” Erik painted Milana’s face with his cum and she tilted her head back far enough to catch some in her mouth as well. 

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A real-life fantasy is what Milana was experiencing.

She giggled at first, but once she got past the tickle response her laughter was replaced with moans. Milana is on her back now, the front of her body completely exposed for Erik to caress. With his soft, masculine hands Erik rubbed-down Milana’s breasts with the warm oil while his thumbs circled her nipples. At this point, Milana is leaking on the massage table. She didn’t think her nipples could actually get this hard. In between his rubbing, Erik would give her nipples a nice suck to change the pressure. Now, Erik is kissing her neck and moving his hands to her torso. With his hands on her hips, Erik lifted Milana’s back from the table in an arch position. 

“I wanna put my face in your ass and pussy so bad...fine ass.” With his fingertips, Erik stroked Milana’s torso with his onyx eyes ablaze and his dick ready to bust yet again. Milana gives Erik a sultry smile before grabbing his dick in her hand again to remind her of how big he is. Erik’s hands slid against each other in opposite directions across her stomach, repeating it over and over until Milana’s hips thrust from the table. 

“Patience, baby girl...I gotta work my way down,” Erik walks to the foot of the table to stand between her legs. Erik grabs one of her legs, bringing it up so that her foot could rest on his shoulder. Erik used gentle and light pressure near her bones and sensitive areas. As his circular motion increased, the intensity of the massage increased. Milana was up on her elbows from the bed to watch him knead all the kinks out of her legs. She didn’t know how much she needed this until now. 

“You got some pretty feet,” Erik gives Milana’s foot a soft kiss. Grabbing her by the ankle, Erik rests Milana’s toes painted coral pink against his lips. Up and down, Erik rubbed Milana’s toes against his lips. His eyes were enough to show Milana that he was surrendering to her but this time her toes are in his mouth. She never experienced a man sucking on her toes and wouldn’t have imagined how sexy it is to feel and watch at the same time. 

“Mmm, that feels so good, baby,” Milana gasps when Erik’s tongue licked the side of her foot, “You’re such a freak, Erik.” 

With a smirk on his face, Erik uses his teeth now to nibble on her ankle while his hands massage her foot. Using his thumbs, Erik applied pressure to the ball of Milana’s foot and she almost sat up on the table. 

“Yesssss, fuck,” Milana brings her other foot to Erik’s oily chest, “Do this one now...fuck, I like that,” Erik sucks on Milana’s toes, “Unh, fuck, that shit is so damn good baby.” 

With her foot, Milana makes Erik’s dick bounce before dragging her toes down to his balls. Erik’s hips jerked back and he playfully bites down on the side of Milana’s foot causing her to giggle. After massaging her other leg, Erik seized both of her legs, pushing her knees towards her chest. There, covered in oil and sitting phat and pretty between her thighs is Milana’s sweet pussy. Seeing it up close and personal almost made him weep. Rubbing down the back of her thighs, Erik really wanted to eat that hot meaty pussy right now. He would eat that pussy till his tongue fell off. Then there’s her tight asshole. He wanted nothing more than to beat it down from the inside. Same thing for her creamy pussy. Hitting both g spots with reckless abandon and endless precision. Play with that pussy and make her focus on him while he beats that ass into submission...and she better not look away...

“...Perfect ass for anal pleasure.  Do you agree?” 

“Mhm,” Milana moves her hips in a circular motion, “Don’t you wanna eat me up? Have a taste baby? It's good for you,” Milana uses both of her hands to spread her pussy lips. 

“What a beautiful view baby,” Erik’s head disappears between Milana’s thighs and the first thing she does is grab for his hair, yanking it from its ponytail, “I want that pussy cumming in my mouth too since you wanna pull on my hair like that.”

Erik tongued every drop of that delicious sight before his eyes. So much pussy juice. He was absolutely overwhelmed with how much she produced the more he licked. Now, Erik’s mouth is watering and his spit is mixed in with Milana’s wetness. Stunning, absolutely delicious it looks so tasty, how good would it be to taste the juice of this gorgeous pussy. That was Erik’s first thought when he first saw Milana’s pussy on webcam. Pussy is the prettiest thing, he would think while he fisted his fat dick into another explosive orgasm. He was sucking Milana’s pussy into submission. He was sucking not just on her clit but on her inner folds and outer lips as well. Got to get the whole pussy in his mouth to really make her cum. At this point, Milana was Erik’s favorite thing to eat with the way she creamed in his mouth. With the way his lips are slurping up and down her pussy, Milana lost whatever control she had and surrendered herself to him for the rest of the night. 

“Eat that pussy,” Milana’s eyes grew wide when Erik’s tongue started stroking her ass, “oh my fucking goodness.” 

Was Milana really ready? He talked about fucking her in the ass so many times before so she already knows that he will take it by force. He must have read her thoughts because now Erik is fingering Milana’s booty at the same time his mouth found its way back to her pussy. 

“Daddy?” Milana questioned while his finger twirled in her booty, “Are you gonna fuck my ass first or my pussy? Unhhhhhh, fuck,” Milana’s thighs locked around his head.

“You got that phat pussy running away from me?” Erik held Milana in place with one strong arm, “When that hole give up and you finally take it you’ll be hitting my phone for this big dick to fill your ass up anytime...fuck, it’s so damn tight...can’t wait to get in this ass,” Erik stopped talking and continued slurping on Milana’s pussy. Her cries were ignored the more he worked his thick lips over her pussy. She could feel herself getting ready to cum again and it was so strong that Milana’s lower half was lifting from the massage table. Her sweet moans of defeat came soon after she started cumming in Erik’s mouth. She had no other choice but to lay there and take it. His mouth didn’t leave her pussy, he sucked his way through her nut until he felt as if she had enough. 

“That sweet pussy cumming?” 

“YES!!!! Fuck yes it’s cumming for you.”

Erik’s lips were back on it. 

“Yes!!!! Yes, make me cum, make me cum, Unhhhhh fuck,” Milana was frozen but her stiff body didn’t stop Erik from licking up every single drop. When he lifted his face from between her legs, he was glazed from the oil and her juices. 

“I think it’s time for me to massage that pussy with this dick don’t you think? Get up and go to the couch now,” Erik didn’t wait for Milana to answer his question. His fat dick was in his hand and he jerked it with a desperation to finally dig deep in Milana’s guts. Milana sat down on the couch causing Erik to kiss his teeth and slap her right thigh. 

“Turn over,” It was a request that needed to be fulfilled with how deep his voice was. Milana was on her belly again, Erik’s hands landing on her ass with two rounds of rough slaps that stung her flesh, “Daddy’s got your back baby, lift this ass up.” 

Milana carefully positioned herself with her thighs nice and wide and her face resting against the suede cushion of her sofa. 

Mhmmmm,” Erik tapped his dick on Milana’s pussy before grabbing a handful of her ass, pushing himself inside. Even with the amount of lubrication Erik’s dick still expanded Milana’s pussy past limits she wasn’t used to. Sure, she’s taken long dicks before but long and fat? That’s a different story. 

“Is this dick up in your guts?” 

Milana rapidly nods her head the more Erik pushed. Milana had her doubts that Erik was going to fit but he proved her wrong. Erik’s entire shaft fit perfectly inside of Milana’s pussy like a puzzle piece. His hands stroked her oily skin from her twin globes all the way down her arched back and back up to her hips. Gliding in and out of her pussy, Erik can feel Milana reaching back to grab his wrists. 

“If you think I’m about to fuck you with half of this dick because you can’t take it you got me fucked up,” Erik slaps Milana’s hand away a few times before she decided to loop her arm around his, “Nah take this punishment from daddy.” 

“Fuck me just like that,” Milana moaned.

“Fuck you just like that? Oh, now you want this dick?”

“Yes. I need that big fucking dick.”

“This big dick right here?” Erik’s hips smacking against Milana’s ass was vivid in her ears, “All up in this puss with my dick…keep that fucking arch Milana I’m taking this pussy.” 

Erik started off with that rough sex, straight giving it to Milana. As much as she cried she was taking that long dick. It felt so good that the feeling of his dick applying pressure to her stomach was worth it. He was pounding Milana out like he had pinned up tension towards her. It was as if he wanted to leave her pussy shaking. He was punishing her for sure, Milana couldn’t even look back over her shoulder at him. He was making her take responsibility for her actions——teasing him on webcam. 

“I’m pounding this tight little pussy...pussy getting dealt with right?” 

“Unh,” She couldn’t only moan.

“Talk to me, oooh this pussy wet wet…beating this wet shit up baby…come on, open your fucking mouth...tell daddy how much you love this dick.” 

“I love this big dick,” Milana exhales when Erik slows down to stroke her at a moderate pace. Slowing down made Milana feel just how much dick she was taking. Erik would pull out all the way to the tip of his dick then push all the way in down to the base. Milana could feel the urge to squirt and she really didn’t want to do it on her new couch but it was too late. As soon as Erik’s wide tip hit the bottom of her pussy, Milana was squirting on her couch. 

“Got my dick extra messy with this pussy...I needed to fuck you so bad shit ain’t even funny,” Erik slaps her ass, “Make it rain baby, yessss,” Milana was squirting again, and Erik increased the speed of his hips, “pussy so fucking good girl.” 

“Umph!!! Unh!!!!!” Milana was whimpering into the couch, “Erik, please, I’m about to cum!!!!” 

“Fuckkkk!!!” Erik’s jaw clenched from Milana’s grip, “Nasty Bitch taking all this dick you better cum like a good little slut, Milana.” 

Milana did exactly as she was told and made even more of a mess beneath her. Erik starts slapping her ass cheeks around with his dick still buried inside of her. 

“You ready for me to get in that ass?” 

“Uh-huh,” Milana’s eyes rolled shut when Erik’s dick left her quivering pussy. He didn’t bother to tell her to clean off his dick with her tongue because he wanted to use as much lubrication as possible to fuck her in the ass.

“Let’s take this shit to your bed, it’ll be better,” Erik picks Milana up from the couch and carries her towards the direction that she pointed to. The infamous room of Milana Rose. That signature heart shaped bed. Erik lays Milana on the bed while he is on top of her. They both share an intense kissing session with a whole lot of tongue and spit. 

“Come on, girl, bring your legs up,” Erik whispered. 

Milana’s knees are against her chest for Erik to do whatever he wants. Standing from the bed, Erik positioned Milana on the edge so he could have the perfect angle. That asshole is...Erik couldn’t even form words. Dick still wet and Milana’s ass nice and oiled up, Erik bends his knees slightly before planting one hand on the bed while the other grabbed his dick, bringing it to her ass and then with a slow, easy stroke, Erik started pushing and Milana was so nervous that her asshole clenched up.

“You gotta relax if you want me to get in that ass, Milana. It’s okay baby...you’ll love it...I know you will...you’re a nasty slut…” Erik tried again, pushing enough to get the tip of his dick in, “mmmmm, you just might make me cum and I ain’t even have this ass the way I wanted to yet.”

“Daddy it hurts,” Milana pushed at Erik’s abs.

“Hold on I got a little bit more for you...it’s almost in there I promise,” despite her cries, Erik finally conquered the tightest hole he ever fucked. 

“Ima pull out a little bit,” Erik withdrew his hips, “Fuckkkkkkk,” Erik pushed back in, “I should be balls deep but you acting like you can’t take this dick.” 

“It’s too big in my ass,” Milana’s mouth grew wide with shock, “Oh my God it’s in my ass…”

“Milana, stop clenching up,” Erik spoke through clenched teeth, “If you relax I can open this ass up how I want…”

Erik pushes and pushes with his hips. So tight it felt like Milana was trying to squeeze his dick like a tube, “I’m already in there, baby, just take this dick,” Erik’s hands are resting on either side of Milana’s head. She was loosening up for him and her cries of pain turned into soft sighs. Her phat pussy sitting right above her ass needed to be filled too so Erik takes three fingers to finger fuck her. 

“Oooh, shit,” Milana eyes rolled back, her body shaking with only half of Erik’s dick in her, “That big dick looks so good in my ass…”

“Grab my dick and push it in this ass.”

Milana sat up on her left elbow with her other hand reaching between her thighs to grab Erik’s dick. When her hand wrapped around his shaft she couldn’t believe how much of him was left. Adjusting her hips Milana forced Erik’s dick in.

“Take your time to ease it in, I’ll wait,” Erik’s fingers twisted and twirled in Milana’s pussy, “There you go baby, there you go,” Erik moves her hands out of the way, “Hold your cheeks open…” moving his hips, Erik started digging Milana’s ass out. 

“I’m laying this pipe all in your ass-“

“Yesssssss,” Milana really thought she would be able to handle the way he was fucking her but her hands on his thighs pushing him proved to Erik that she wasn’t ready. He didn’t give a fuck, Milana knew what it was from the beginning. 

“Next time, I’m tying your fucking hands down, you can’t take it but you’re moaning while I’m stuffing this ass,” Erik’s fingers rapidly stroked Milana’s pussy, “That's it, spread your cheeks slut and look at this hard dick sliding in and out of your tight little asshole.”

Milana’s eyes connected with Erik’s dick, “Unh, fuck.” 

“You’re a good girl?” His dick started hitting her ass faster.

“I’m a good girl-yes, get it baby.”

“THAT'S what i'm talking about,” Erik could finally go at the pace that he wanted, “Train me daddy, fuck,” Milana’s ass started creaming Erik’s dick, “I’m a good girl I’ll take it in the ass.” 

“Damn, girl…” Erik chewed on his plump bottom lip. 

“Let me show you I’m a good girl,” Milana gripped her sheets and started moving her hips to meet Erik’s strokes. Just minutes ago she was crying about how it hurt and now she is accepting Erik’s fat dick in her ass. 

“Oh yeah? Put that work in for daddy,” Erik’s fingers alternated between rubbing Milana’s clit and fingering her pussy. 

“Yes, daddy,” Milana’s face frowned with ecstasy, “Unh, fuckkkk,” Milana started squirting. 

“Yeah, you’re a good girl, keep squirting, come on,” Erik pushes Milana’s thighs back and pounded her ass. Milana’s hips kept moving and Erik was growing frustrated. Slapping her ass, Erik’s fingers squeezed Milana’s legs harshly and his nails were digging into her skin. He really loved her ass. Milana scratched his abs and slapped his chest. He was getting balls deep in her ass, growling in her ear, biting her neck, and gripping her thighs. 

“If you keep it up daddy will fill this ass up with my fat nut,” Erik whispered in her ear. The squishing sound of his big dick pistoning into her ass as he rocked her body brought him to the brink of climax just as Milana reached hers. 

“This big ass dick got me squirting…UMMMMMMMPH! FUUUUUCK,” Milana pushed that squirt out her pussy and it stained Erik’s dick and thighs. The dick was buried in her ass and yet her pussy still reacted to it. Erik quieted Milana with his lips. He swallowed her cries and pushed himself in deeper to make his balls slap her ass. Unable to hold back any longer, Erik pushed himself all the way in and held it there. Dick pulsating, Erik’s thick cum filled Milana’s ass. Her warm hole drained him dry like she was sucking the life force out of him. Erik couldn’t speak, all he could do was sweat all over her and kiss her lips and face. Pussy a creamy mess, ass filled to the brim with Erik’s cum. Lifting his sticky body from hers, Erik kissed a trail down Milana’s body before his thick lips found her pussy. He used the suction of his lips to clean off her pussy. 

“You still want that free massage? I’m there all next week.” 

Eyes like stars, Milana gives Erik a tired smile with her hand stroking his goatee. It felt so good and so right in his arms and this was her first time with Erik; to accept the adoration that was being given to her. Milana was very certain that Erik has other women waiting in line for the opportunity to have him. What transpired between them has Milana anticipating future sex. If only.

“How does next Friday sound?” 

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[yyh4ever]

Voice Actors' Enthusiastic Chase Team

Special Coverage ● Yu ★ Yu ★ Hakusho Immediately after the final dubbing recording!!

Source: Animage Magazine vol. 200 (January, 1995). Photos by @kurodenwa2

In the photograph:

From the left in the front row: Nobuyuki Hiyama (Hiei), Nozomu Sasaki (Yusuke Urameshi), Megumi Ogata (Kurama), Yuri Amano (Keiko Yukimura) and Yuri Shiratori (Yukina & Puu).

From the left in the back row: Sanae Miyuki (Botan), Tomomichi Nishimura (Jorge Saotome & narrator), Hisako Kyoda (older Genkai), Hidenari Ugaki (various roles: Okubo, Kirenja, Makintaro, Touou), Mayumi Tanaka (Koenma), Shigeru Chiba (Kazuma Kuwabara) and Ai Orikasa (Shizuru Kuwabara & Koto).

The heat of the final episode as it is!! The studio is a whirlpool of tears and excitement

The last episode of "Yu Yu Hakusho" aired on the 7th of this month (January, 1995). Many fans may have burst into tears, saying: "I can't listen to this character's voice anymore!"

Therefore, we became avid voice actor fans at AMs and paid a visited to the studio right after the final recording of "Yu Yu Hakusho", which took place at Shinjuku Sound Control Studio on the 23rd of last year.

The recording session started at 10:00 AM and was over after noon. The studio was filled with wine and sweets brought by the staff, it was exciting. The voice actors, including Mr. Sasaki, who played the role of Yusuke, were in a variety of moods. Some people were still so excited that they couldn't help but involuntarily shed tears, while others laughed or felt sad as they talked about the episodes recorded. Of course, there were also those who drank wine without realizing that "Yu Yu Hakusho" was over... At first glance, it may look like a disparate group, but there was this teamwork cultivated over time in the place, filled with a warm atmosphere oozing from people with good relationships.

"A word about the feeling of this moment" was heard immediately after the end of the recording

In the studio where the recording has just finished, we asked the main cast members their impressions about "this moment when the recording is over". A farewell to the characters and their thoughts on "Yu Yu Hakusho", which they have been working on for over two years...I hope the readers will read these comments filled with love and reflect upon the afterglow of the final episode along with the voice actors.

Yusuke Urameshi ● Nozomu Sasaki

"I may be here again next week"

......"It's over", I don't feel it at all. I just think "oh, it's over", because everyone else is saying that and making a fuss.

Will I be back here next week? (I won't, no (laughs)). I came every week without fail. If I have another chance, I would like to do a work that can be performed seriously like this. Without getting caught up in "Yusuke", right?

Everybody, thank you very much for your hard work for the past two years.

Kazuma Kuwabara ● Shigeru Chiba

"I was happy to meet the fans"

Yaaaaaah, jeeeeez, it was a loooot of fun... because I didn't have to "study for the role", I could just build it from the ground up. The teamwork's warm was great and I was happy to have had many opportunities to interact with the fans at the events. I felt that all the fans were enlivening this work. Besides, I was able to have fun with the fans not only as the spokesman of the character, but also as the individual "Shigeru Chiba". This kind of opportunity doesn’t come everyday.

Hiei ● Nobuyuki Hiyama

"I liked Hiei"

In the last episode, my turn ends before the interim commercial and the last line is: "Hmph, it's up to me". As an actor, it's obvious that you want to have lines, but as Hiei, it's cool to end like that. I always liked Hiei who kept his own pace all the time, but when Yukina got involved, he would react with a "shiver".

I believe that a work is completed only after the curtain comes down. Now, "Yu Yu Hakusho" has finally become a "work of art".

T/N: Hiei's last line (episode 112), approximately 40 seconds before the mid-commercial.

Kurama ● Megumi Ogata

"So many things have happened..."

Saaaad!...I don't know what's going on anymore. Kurama's last line was: "So many things have happened, I can't even remember them all", and that's exactly how I'm feeling right now. The time between post-production and on-air is like when you throw a ball and there's a while before it comes back. I might be able to get my head around it by the time the last episode goes on air, but right now, I don't really feel that "it's over". To be honest, that's the "current feeling"...

T/N: Kurama's last line on the stairs at Genkai's Temple.

Keiko Yukimura ● Yuri Amano

"Keiko-chan's happiness is my happiness"

Two years seems to be a short and long time.......But, I'm really glad that Keiko-chan was finally able to be happy in the end. Yusuke came back from the Demon World, that was reaaaally great!

Then, one last word......(*ahem*)

"REALLY, YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT, YUSUKE!"

Thank you to all the staff and fans who supported us.

T/N: I've always loved how Keiko screams: "Baakaaaa Yusuke".

Botan ● Sanae Miyuki

I looove her! Botan is a "witty and stylish miss"

Yaaaah, it was good to play Botan. I could play an active role here and there and also make jokes (laughs).

The fact that "she's not human" was also a point. There is nothing sordid about her, she has a refreshing personality. But, this is what makes her so soft-hearted (laughs). She's just like an elegant and witty "miss" with an old-fashioned personality.

Anyway, I was blessed with two years of good work with my favorite character.

Master Genkai ● Hisako Kyōda

"I struggled with the gap between my own personality and hers"

Each one of the performers in this work was unique. It was a fortunate job. Master Genkai is always calm and plays a strict role, but I am actually a very scatterbrained person. That's why it was very difficult for me to give her a solemn feeling. I was consciously dropping my voice a few steps lower..... I have enjoyed working for the past two years. Thank you very much.

Koenma ● Mayumi Tanaka

"A work that makes me happy because there are many turns and gags"

Koenma is a character who doesn't appear too much in the original story, but in the anime, he appears a lot and I was happy to be able to have a lot of turns and do lots of gags. I was also happy that I was finally able to define Jorge's role, depicted in the script only as the "oni" (ogre), by continually calling him "Jorge" ad-lib.

I've made many mistakes in the past two years. I even broke my foot and also sprained it (lol). It's really hard to put into one word. A lot happened in those two years.

Jorge (oni)/Narrator ● Tomomichi Nishimura

"I had in mind to relax, but now I'm looking forward to it."

I took on this secret role as the "oni" as a way to relax, but it turned out to be a more active role than I had expected.

You couldn't tell that the narrator and Jorge were the same person, could you? fufufu. In the end, I was properly involved in the show and credited under the name of "Jorge", and tried to narrate the story as Jorge. I was also given the opportunity to disclose the secret.

Oh, it was a really interesting job.

T/N: Jorge reveals in Episode 111 that he was the narrator.

It's cool that Mayumi Tanaka (Koenma) was the one who named Jorge by calling him this way during the recordings. He was only known in the script as the "oni". Nishimura-san (Jorge) was also given the opportunity to tell the secret of the narrator at the end lol. I like how the voice actors contributed to the story by adding their own improvisation and interpretation. Let's not forget Togashi-sensei said in an interview that Shigeru Chiba understood the character Kuwabara better than him.

Source: Animage vol. 200, pp. 46-47 (1995). It's the February issue which is published in January.

There's also an interview with the main 4 and Yuri Amano (Keiko) in this magazine (pp.48-50). But, I'll translate it in another post.

Edit (it's translated): Part II (pp.48-50)

🇯🇵 日本語

熱烈的声優追跡団

特別取材●幽☆遊☆白書 最終アフレコ収録直後!！

最終話の熱気そのまま! !スタジオは涙と興奮の渦

今月7日に最終回を迎えた「幽★遊 ★白書」。「もうこのキャラクターの声を聞けない!」と涙をふりしぼったフ ァンも多いのではないだろうか。

そこでAMで熱烈な声優ファンに成りかわり、去年の゠月23日に新宿・ 整音スタジオで行われた「幽★遊★白 書」の最終回アフレコの終了直後にスタジオ訪問をした。

午前10時から始まったアフレコも正午過ぎには終了。スタジオ内はスタッフが持ち寄ったワインやお菓子ですっ かり盛り上がっていた。 幽助役の佐々木さんはじめ、声優のみなさんの様子はさまざま。興奮もさめやらぬ様子で思わず涙をこぼす人もいれば、収録中のエピソードを語り合って笑ったり、しんみりしたりする人たちもいる。 もちろん「幽★遊★白書」が終わってしまった実感をもてず、淡々とワインを 飲む人も.…。 一見バラバラのように 見えていても、そこには時間に培われ たチームワーク、いい関係の人たちか らにじみでる温かい空気に満ちていた。

収録終了直後に聞いた 「この瞬間の実感を一言」

収録が終わりたてのホヤホヤのスタジオで、メイン・キャストのみなさんに 「ア フレコが終わってしまったこの瞬間」 の感想をきいてみた。 2年間かけて作って きた、「幽★遊★白書」 への思いとキャラクターへのさよなら......愛がいっぱいつまったこれらのコメントを読んで、読者のみなさんも声優さんたちといっしょに、最終回の余韻をかみしめてほしい。

浦飯幽助役●佐々木望

僕は来週もここに来るかもしれない

......「 終わった 」 という実感が全然湧かない。みんながああやって、大騒ぎをしているから 「ああ、終わっちゃったんだ な」 って思うだけ。

来週もここに来ちゃうかな? (来ない、ない(笑) )。毎週、欠かさず来てたもんね。また機会があったら、こんな本気で演じられる仕事をしてみたい。「幽助」 にとらわれることなく、ね。

ほんとうにみなさん、2年間お疲れさでした。

桑原和真役●千葉繁

ファンとふれあえてうれしかった

いやー、もうー、楽しかったなーっー「役作り」をしないで、そのまま地でやれたからね。あったかいチームワークもすごく良かったし、イベントでファンの人とふれあえる機会が多かったのもうれしかった。 ファンの人、みんなが作品を盛上げてくれる感じがしてね。それにキャラクターの代弁者としてで なく、「千葉繁」 個人としてもファンといっしょに楽しめたことかな。そんな機会は滅多にないからね。

飛影役●槍山修之

そんな飛影が好きでした

最終回は中間コマーシャルの前で出番が終わるんですけど、最後のセリフが 「フン、オレの勝手だ」。役者としてはセリフが欲しいのはヤマヤマですけど、飛影としてはあれで路わるのがカッコイイ。常に、自分のペースをずっと保っているのに、雪菜が絡んでくると 「ピクッ」と反応する、そんな飛影が好きでした。

作品は幕が降りてはじめて完成するものだと思います。「幽★遊★白書」もこれでやっと「作品」になりました。

蔵馬役●緒方恵美

「いろんなことがありすぎて···」

悲し―っ！…もう何が何だが、よくわかんない。蔵馬の最後のセリフが 「いろんな事がありすぎて、 すべてが思い出せないくらいだな」なんですが、 今はまさにその心境。アフレコとオンエアの問って、ちょうど、 ボールを投げてもそれが戻ってくるまでにしばらく時間があるつて感じですよね。オンエアまでの間に気持ちの壁理がつくかも知れないけど、今はまだまだ全然「終わった」っていう実感がないのが、 正直なところ「今の実感」 です....。

雪村螢子役●天野由梨

螢子ちゃんの幸せは私の幸せです

2年間って短いような長いような......。でもとうとう最後に螢子ちゃんが幸せになれて、本当によかったと思います。

じゃあ最後に一言......(コホン)

「ユースケのバカアー本当にもう!」

スタッフのみなさん、それから応援してくれたファンのみなさん、ありがとうさいました。

ぼたん役●深雪さなえ

大好きーぼたんは 「小粋な姐さん」

いやぁ、「ぼたん」 役はいいでした。ここそというところで活躍できるし、ギャグもできるから (笑)。

「人間じゃない」 というところもポイントでしたね。ドロドロしたところがなくて、さっぱりしている。でもこれが情にもろいんだな (笑)。ちょうど昔かたぎの性格をしてる、小粋な 「姐さん」って感じでしょうか。

とにかく大好きなキャラクターと、いい仕事に恵まれた2年間でした。

幻海師範役●京田尚子

自分との性格のギャップに苦労しました

この作品は出演者のみなさんが、ともかくのひとりずつ個性的でしたね。幸しいお仕事でしたよ。幻海師範はいつも落ち着いていて、全体を締めていく役どころなんですけれども、私自身は本当はとてもオッチョコチョイな人なんですよ。だから彼女の重々しい感じを出すのは、実は大変なことだったんです。声も意識的に数段低く落としてやっていたんですけど…...。2年間、楽しいお仕事をさせて頂きました。ありがとうございました。

コエンマ役●田中真弓

出番もギャグも多くてうれしい作品

原作ではそんなに出てこないキャラクターなんですが、アニメでは出番も多く、ギャグもたくさんできてうれしかったですね。台本には「鬼」 としか描かれていない役をアドリブで 「ジョルジュー」 と 呼び倒し続け、ついに役として定義させるとができたのもうれしかったです。

この2年間いろいろ失敗もしました。この2年間いろいろ失敗もしました。足も折ったし、捻挫もしました (笑)。ほんとに一言では語れない。いろいろあった2年間でしたね。

ジョルジュ(鬼) 役 ナレーション役●西村知道

息抜きのつもりか楽しみになっちゃった

息抜きとして引き受けた秘役の鬼ですが、思っていたよりも活躍しましたね。

ナレーションとジョルジュ同じ人間がやっているなんて、わからなかったでしょ、ふふふ 。最後にはちゃんと番組の携わりに 「ジョルジュ」の名前でクレジットされたし、ジョルジュのままでナレーションをやってみたりして。

種あかしをする演出もしていただきましたし。ああ、本当におもしろい仕事でした。

出典: アニメージュ 1995年2月号

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[masterwords]

Worry Is Wasteful

Warnings:  Mention of abuse, food allergies, chronic pain

Notes:  In case you missed it, I posted Part Nine of Prison Hotch! earlier, but I’ve been simultaneously working on this fluffy sickfic because I needed some super soft Hotch getting a happy ending.  Bring on the Morgan/Hotch whumpyfluff.  

“Your hand bothering you?” Derek asked, peering over at the man beside him absentmindedly rubbing at his knuckles.  Aaron hummed and pressed deeper into the soft tissue between the bones, circling his painful joints.  It was easier to hide on the jet, he always had something to do with his hands, but on a commercial flight sandwiched between Derek and Jack on their way to meet Derek's family in Chicago there was nothing for him to do but sit.  And as he sat, he became focused on the increasing stiffness and pain that plagued him daily, made worse by cabin air pressure changes.  Derek reached over and took Aaron's hand in his own, pressing his fingers against the swollen joints, tracing the lines of his metacarpals with delicate precision, up and down, drawing Aaron's attention to the touch, away from the ache.  “You nervous?”

“About what?” Aaron asked, resting his head against the back of his seat and closing his eyes, focusing now on the way that Derek's fingers felt hot against his skin.  

“We're playin' this game again, huh?  Don't shut down on me, please.”

“I'm fine,” Aaron sighed, adjusting the blanket over his lap.  He looked over at his sleeping son, a little jealous of the ease with which he'd gotten himself comfortable and passed out – he'd been out for the entire flight.  “Just tired. It’s been a long week.”

“Right,” Derek replied, and he didn't press further.  He knew Aaron hadn't wanted to come to Chicago, had been effectively putting it off for years, if you really got down to it.  Even before they were them, when they were just partners in the field, he'd been invited.  Cases in Chicago usually ended with a dinner invitation, always politely declined.  Family was important and challenging for Aaron, but he could no longer justify his excuses, especially after Derek's mother had begun sending Jack Christmas and birthday gifts, showering him with the love and affection of a grandmother.  She desperately wanted to meet the family her son had chosen.  Derek's birthday was coming up, and she'd asked them to please come celebrate with she and her daughters in Chicago, and there was nothing for Aaron to do but agree.  “My girls are gonna love you, y'know.”  

Aaron didn't know.  He couldn't fathom why they would ever think he'd be good enough for Derek, not after meeting him anyway.  He'd always considered himself the type that looked great on paper, but fell short face to face.  He sighed and tried to settle his thoughts, to pull himself out of the whirlpool of self-doubt he was drowning in as the plane inched ever closer to its destination.  

“Did you bring your brace?” Derek asked, still working gently at the pain in Aaron's hand, it was so easy how he fell into it, knew all the right places to touch, to be gentle or press harder.  Aaron nodded and slipped his free hand to the inner pocket of his jacket, producing a lightweight black hand brace he never wanted to wear.  He always had it on him, because sometimes it really did help, but the second anyone might see it he would take it off and stash it away.  Derek just shook his head and grabbed it from him.  “If you'd just wear it,” he began but Aaron shot him a look demanding he back off.  

“I do,” he said, his voice low and monotone.  “When I need to.”

“No one is gonna make fun of you, they probably wouldn't even notice it.”

“Emily did,” Aaron said softly, shaking his head.  He knew she'd been joking, it was their way, but it had still struck a nerve.  He wasn't upset with her over it, she had no way of knowing he wasn't in the head space that day to laugh at himself, he was too busy feeling pitiful and old, but he found himself thinking about it every single time he pulled it out and slipped it over his aching hand.  Derek let out a quick, short burst of laughter.  

“That's Emily,” he replied.  “It would be worse if she didn't say anything and you know it.  Can you imagine?  Just wear the damn thing.”  

Aaron spent the rest of the short plane ride with his eyes closed, just trying to turn off his brain and relax.  Derek held his hand the entire time, rubbing occasionally, resting, just maintaining that simple touch that told Aaron everything was going to be okay.  Not just okay, but good, Derek believed it was going to be good.  When the plane landed, without asking permission, Derek slipped Aaron's hand into his brace and began pulling their bags out from under the seats.  

“I'll get the bags, you get the kid.  My sister's already waiting for us at baggage claim.”  

Driving through Chicago was a trip with Jack who was bouncing in his car seat trying to see everything through the window.  He couldn't have been more excited, and he wiggled to try and free himself so he could see better.  Derek, in all his infinite wisdom, forced Aaron to sit up front with his sister Sarah and he took the backseat beside Jack, to show him all of the sights as they flew by.  

“Derek tells me you have a younger brother,” Sarah said, shooting Derek a funny sideways look.  “I hope he was easier to deal with than Derek was as a kid.  If I even looked at him funny he was hollering for mom.”  

“Sean is ten years younger than I am, so we've never been very close.  I remember being very jealous of him, though.”  He could feel Derek's eyes burning into him from the backseat, willing him to keep it light.  Not to go to his dark place.  “He was a lot cuter than me, too.  Didn't help.”

“Yes! It was just Derek and I for a while, before Desiree was born, and when he wasn't the baby anymore you'd better believe he made it well known that he wasn't happy about it.  You'll notice we're all coming home to celebrate Derek's birthday, mom's been cooking and cleaning for days now in preparation...she mailed me a card for my birthday.” Aaron chuckled, he was not at all surprised.  

“He got me to bring my son on an airplane,” Aaron muttered, shaking his head.  

Jack was ready to bust out of his car seat by the time they pulled up to the house, so Derek released him quickly from the buckles but made sure to hold onto him before he rushed out into the street.  He hefted Jack over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and grabbed all the bags from the trunk, leaving Aaron empty handed and awkward when they approached the door.  He tried to convince Derek to give him something but to no avail.  

“Mom!” Sarah called as her mother opened the door.  The two women wrapped one another in a hug as if they hadn't seen each other in years, but Aaron knew they didn't live far away and saw one another with some regularity.  He couldn’t remember a time his mother had ever hugged him like that, not a happy or sad moment.  

“You must be Aaron!” he heard her before he saw her slip around the side of her daughter and he felt her wrap herself around him in a tight hug before he had a chance to react.  “You're not an easy one to nail down, but I'm so glad you're here now!”  Derek stood back, watching the situation unfold, waiting to see if he needed to step in or let it happen but his mother released Aaron quickly and ushered him inside, leaving Derek and his sister in the doorway.  Jack squealed and kicked his feet against Derek's back, which caught his mother's attention and she turned on her heel and rushed toward her son with the boy on his back.

“How could I forget you were bringing JACK?  Hi Jack!  Do you know who I am?”  The boy nodded, grinning and kicking until Sarah reached up and pulled him off of her brother's back.  He ran at top speed into Derek's mother's arms and hugged her tight  in a way that only a child would, or could – he'd never met her in person, but that didn't matter a bit, it was as if he'd loved her his entire life. She lifted him carefully into her arms and wrapped him just as tight, spinning him in a small circle.  

“Hey Mama,” Derek said, dropping the heavy bags at his feet.  She gave him a funny little look and winked at him before returning to spin Jack.  He would get his hug later.  

“Jealous? He's a lot cuter than you,” Sarah said, nudging Derek with her elbow.  

Fran took Jack and showed him around the house while Derek and Aaron moved their bags up to the guest room, which had belonged to Derek at one time.  It was now set up as an office that could double as a guest bedroom, though it was rarely used for either.  Derek told Aaron that his mother should have moved out of this home years ago but she held on for nostalgia.  It was a good home and a good price, the neighborhood wasn't as bad as most and she knew she could do a lot worse.  

“Your mom is going to spoil Jack, I'll never be able to handle him again after this.”

“Let her, she's always wanted me to give her grandbabies.  This might be the best day of her life.”  

Aaron sat heavily down on the futon and began playing with the brace on his hand, slipping it off and setting it on his lap to rub at his sore thumb.  Derek sat beside him, looped his arm around Aaron's shoulders, and pulled him down until they were lying on their backs staring at the ceiling.  They lay there in silence for what felt like ages, just settling down from their trip, travel was exhausting, even if it was short. When Derek was ready to sit back up, he turned to his side to give Aaron a kiss on the cheek and noticed that Aaron had fallen asleep. He was out cold.  Sly as a fox Derek slipped his arm out from under Aaron's shoulders and left the room, figuring he'd let Aaron sleep a while, he clearly needed it.  

Aaron slept for nearly an hour, with his back on the bed and his feet on the floor, and when he woke the sun was no longer streaming through the blinds.  He blinked himself awake and twisted at the hips to pull himself upright, feeling the strange stiffness settle into his spine. He could hear everyone visiting downstairs, and quickly he kicked off his shoes and padded down the stairs as quiet as he could.  Jack was telling everyone a story he'd heard in preschool, with his own sweet little additions, and when Aaron turned the corner he saw all of the adults riveted by his son.  He couldn't remember a time Jack had looked more pleased with himself, all attention his direction. He hung back, afraid he'd take away some of that attention by entering, kept to the shadows and just listened.  When Jack finished his story, Aaron slipped into the room, smiling and everyone clapped for the boy's story.  

“Oh, Aaron!” Fran called, standing and rushing toward him.  “You must be famished, come with me.”  She guided him to the kitchen and sat him down at the table before he could protest.  “We've had a snack already, while you slept, but dinner won't be for a while yet.  Let me get you something to eat.”

“Oh, I'm okay Mrs. Morgan,” he said softly, but she shook her head and began pulling plates and containers out of the fridge.  

“Do you like cake?” she asked, a sly, almost devilish grin on her face. “My friend Cecelia works in a bakery and she brought me a slice of cake that is to die for. I'd love if you'd share it with me.  And how about a cup of coffee to go with?” She busied herself with the cake and coffee, and Aaron sat quietly at the table just watching her work.  She almost reminded him of his own mother, the way she bustled around the kitchen like she knew every inch of it in her soul.  Derek's mother, though, was warmer than his mother, she smiled more, and she looked directly at him. His own mother rarely looked right at him, even if they were the only people in the room.  Shame, he new, played a part in that and there was a part of him that didn't mind, wanted her to feel that shame. Forgiveness didn’t come easily.  Fran set two small plates of cake and two mugs of coffee at the table, indicating for Aaron to dig in.  

“It's called Princess Cake,” she said, smiling at the beautiful cake before them.  It had a domed top, lime green marzipan layered with fluffy white cream, bright red raspberry jam and a fluffy vanilla cake on bottom.  It looked like something out of a book of fairytales.  Aaron hadn't ever seen anything like it, had no idea what was in it, but he stabbed his fork in and took a bite at the same time as Fran did.  She gushed over how light and airy it was, how beautiful it was, and she was right, it was incredible.  He took two more bites before he was overcome with a sensation of dread, that something was terribly wrong.  He looked at the cake curiously as he took a big gulp of his coffee to wash it down.  The strange tingling sensation that followed his mouthful of coffee struck him with sudden shame and panic.  

“I, um,” he started, feeling like his heart was suddenly racing up into his throat.  “What's in this cake?”

“Oh, I'm not sure darling...some sort of whipped cream and jam?  Sarah would know.  Sarah!” she called, but Aaron could feel himself getting lightheaded and nauseous now and he knew somewhere in the cake had to be nuts, but he couldn't pinpoint where.  Nothing looked or tasted like nuts.  

With shaking hands he excused himself from the table and made his way to the bathroom, made it just in time to shut the door before he was choking into the toilet.  He tried to steady himself, to stop vomiting long enough to make his way up to his bags to grab his epipen, but his body wouldn't cooperate.  It took minutes longer than it should have, and he cleaned himself up the best he could before he stumbled to the stairs and on heavy legs pulled himself up toward their room.  At the top of the stairs he had to stop to catch his breath, his heart was thundering wildly in his chest and he couldn't tell if he was panicking on top of his reaction or if this was how it decided to manifest this time but he knew he needed to get to his bag quickly.  

“Aaron?” Derek asked, coming out of a room down the hall.  “Are you okay?”

“I need my bag,” Aaron wheezed, and his voice sounded hoarse, painful and dry.  Derek felt himself go hot at the sight of Aaron, he knew exactly what was happening and ran into their room to rummage through his bag.  He threw clothes and toiletries out all over the floor, cursing Aaron for always packing his medications at the bottom of his bag, as though they weren't going to be needed.  Without a second of hesitation, he popped open the epipens and injected one and then the other into Aaron's thighs before helping him back down the stairs. He wasn't even going to wait to talk, he knew they had to get to the hospital. If they called 911 it would upset Jack, but they had to go fast or he would have to do it.  The epipens could stop the reaction dead in its tracks, but with all of the medications Aaron was on, they sometimes ran into other complications – this wasn't his first trip to the ER with the other man.  

“Sarah, I need to borrow your car...” Derek snapped.  “Keys!  Please.”

“What's going on?” Fran asked, rushing into the room.  She gasped at the sight of Aaron, he was breathing hard and pale, his forehead glistened with sweat and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.  “What happened?”

“I don't know.  Something he ate?  What did he eat mom?”

“He had a few bites of this cake Cecelia from next door brought over...Sarah what was in it, did you say?”  

“It’s just some kind of white cake with whipped cream and jam...I think the top is marzipan? Is he allergic to something?”

“Nuts, he's allergic to nuts...” Derek muttered, waiting for Sarah to pull her keys out of her purse.  “Marzipan is almonds isn't it?” Sarah nodded and finally found her keys, tossing them into her brother's hand without hesitation.  Derek held Aaron close to him, just to feel his heart beating, to feel him breathing.  

“Oh my,” Fran mumbled.  “I'm so sorry, I didn't know.”  She looked terrified and Sarah put her arm around her mother's shoulders to comfort her.  

“My fault,” Aaron whispered, hoping she wasn't upset with him.  He wouldn't have eaten it if he'd had any idea.  “I should have asked, I'm sorry.”  

“Watch Jack for us okay?”  

The hospital was busy, but when you were in the throws of anaphylaxis and your blood pressure was through the roof, you got bumped to the top of the order.  Aaron was wheeled back to a small room where he was hooked up to every monitor and IV imaginable, or so he thought, and then they just had to wait it out.  He wasn't feeling sick at the moment, but he was hugging a small bucket to his chest like it was a teddy bear, just in case.  

“I'm sorry, Derek,” he mumbled, his face hovering over the bucket, waiting for another round of sick to make its way through him.  He was old hat at this, knew how it went.  He had to get it all out. “You can go home, just pick me up in a few hours.”  

“Absolutely not.”  

“Derek,” Aaron pleaded.  “There's no point in both of us having to sit here. They're going to keep me until they're sure my heart isn't going to explode, who knows how long that'll be.”

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

“What? I didn't know what the hell marzipan was...”

“But you know you shouldn't just eat things without asking about them first!”  

“Your mom offered me cake.”  

“So this is her fault?”

“I didn't say that, Derek.  I'm just...I'm trying here.  Trying to fit in, to make it seem like I have any business being here with you, to make your family like me.  I don't know how to do this.  My track record isn’t exactly stellar.”

“Are you serious?” Derek asked, furrowing his brow.  He watched the way Aaron's features went from stoic to sad, the way his shoulders slumped, and he stood and approached the bed, placed his hand on Aaron's shoulder.  He opened his mouth to speak, and almost as if on cue, Aaron lurched forward and choked into the bucket.  Derek rubbed Aaron's back, warm fingers blazing a path up and down his exposed skin, feeling the way his ribs expanded harshly with each gag.  He watched helplessly as Aaron heaved into the bucket with relentless fervor. “I'm sorry.  I know this is hard for you, but my family already loves you, you don't have to try and impress them.”  Aaron nodded weakly and slumped back on the bed while Derek pressed the call button to get a nurse in there to help with the bucket, he was fairly sure they didn't just want him to dump it into the hand washing sink. It didn't take long to get someone in there to help him clean Aaron up and get him a new bucket, just in case.  They gave him some medication to help with his nausea and checked his vitals before leaving the two of them alone again.  

“Rest, Aaron,” Derek said softly, patting his lover on the leg.  “I'm not going anywhere but I am going to turn on ESPN.”  Aaron rolled his eyes and settled into the pillows, holding his new bucket tight. His heart still felt wild inside of him, his head swam and he felt like he was outside of his body for entire moments at a time.  He was disoriented and tired, veins pumped full of benadryl so entirely that his body felt heavy and wrong.  His head dropped to the side, unable to hold it upright, and he blinked slowly up at the television airing baseball highlights.  He could feel Derek close by, talking to the television, complaining about the White Sox and the Cubs, telling the commentators what he thought of their analysis and he dozed off to the sound of Derek's voice.  

The next time he woke, his nurse was pumping up the blood pressure cuff until it was painfully tight on his arm, and Derek was watching more baseball with a purple popsicle in his mouth.  

“Hey there,” Derek said, grinning. He noted the sour look that crossed Aaron’s features as his eyes snagged on the sight of the popsicle.  “You don't like grape anyway.  I was doing you a favor.”  The nurse laughed and logged his manual BP to compare to the one on the machine, worried that it was still a little high for someone sleeping.  

“Can I get you a popsicle?  We have orange, cherry and grape.”  

“He'll have orange,” Derek replied, nodding.  “Says grape and cherry taste like being sick.”

“Okay, I'll be back in a few.  Think you'll be here a while longer, your blood pressure is still pretty high.”  

It was hours before they were released and Aaron was under strict orders to do nothing strenuous for at least 24 hours, which to him just meant he was cleared to do normal activities again but to Derek it clearly meant he was now on bed rest.  It was after midnight when they got into the car, and Aaron felt like he'd been run over by a semi truck. They were surprised to find that Derek's mother and his two sisters were waiting up in the front room for them to return, Jack had been asleep for hours.  Aaron leaned heavily against Derek, hardly able to keep his eyes open as he fought the benadryl for control over his body.  Derek's mother jumped up first, followed by his sisters, and they rushed the two men as they made their way for the stairs.  

“Oh you had us so worried!  I threw out everything in my kitchen that has nuts in it, Sarah and Desiree helped me make sure I got everything. We already took it all out to the bins and scrubbed the whole place.”  Aaron couldn't believe what he was hearing and he looked slowly over at Derek for confirmation that he wasn't dreaming it. Derek just smiled and told his mom he loved her.  

“You didn't have to do that, Mrs. Morgan,” Aaron said softly.  “When my parents found out, they told me I was lying.  My mother called me dramatic.  My grandmother told me it was all in my head and fed me pecan pie to prove it.  Almost died of being dramatic.” It was the benadryl talking, he knew it, but he let it happen anyway.  Sometimes people opened up, were honest, and he figured he could be one of those people tonight.  Just for a minute.  The look Derek gave his mom in that moment, begging her to be kind, to understand why this man was so ridiculous and serious and secretive was not lost on her.   She smiled sadly, looking up at him with his sleepy sad eyes and her son holding him upright with all the love in the world, and she reached up and cupped his face in her hands.  

“Call me mom.  Anyone good enough for my Derek should call me mom.”

Part Two ->

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Jealousy

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The next day, Katara and Zuko enjoyed their private access to one of the family spring bath rooms. The bath had that velvety feel that came with mineral rich water, and there was a thread of something more potent in the cloudy liquid, but it was ultimately comparable to tap water when ranked against her oasis. 

Feeling rejuvenated, and tingling with anxious glee about their interview being broadcast, they decided to take a risk and see some sights. As Zuko contemplated his itchy bandages for his face, Katara yanked a woven hat over his head instead. The wide brim cast enough of a shadow over his face to keep quick glances from noticing his scar.

“Is this really enough?” He asked as he settled into the wheelchair.

“Trust me, people are terribly afraid of invalids. They think it’s contagious.” Katara assured him.

“Hmm.” Zuko intoned, thinking back to plenty of instances in his life after the scarring.

The Misty Palms Oasis was an ancient marvel and had housed a multitude of communities in its history. Prior to the Hundred Year War, there had been some religious commune that acted as a healing sanctuary. At some point, that became commercialized, as the oasis could never be coaxed into sustainable farmland. The oasis turned into a bustling trading hub; the perfect stop to long, desert trade routes. 

The war disrupted that, as it had many things, and the desert brigands that had once been excluded from its respite took their claim. 

Avatar Aang had calmed a lot of the more unsavory traits of the oasis, but it never regained its previous, lofty reputation. 

Ivory tiled plazas marked out the spots for wealthy people, and hosted the simulacra of a spiritual well. But pockmarked about the sand dunes and low bone white walls were shabbier buildings. They collected tourists and travellers like the piles of red sand that made their wooden walls sag. 

Katara threaded away from those places, knowing that their small manners would invite the attention of merchants more easily than the curiosity of the more wealthy around. 

Still, certain walkways could not be avoided. 

The joyful sounds of some tavern spilled out in the morning air, and Katara yanked Zuko’s wheelchair back as the sound was followed by a stumbling body.

The man offered distracted apologies and Katara kept her head down as she navigated past him.

“Wait, Katara?” The man asked.

The breath in her lungs turned into helium and as she turned, it felt like she almost lifted off her feet.

“Jet?” She asked in return. 

Despite the setting and the noise, Jet was not inebriated; at least not so soon in the day. Whatever had made him laugh inside, or else propelled him out into the street, it lingered in his smile. 

“I had heard rumors, but I didn’t think I’d see a queen out here in the desert.” Jet said, walking closer. 

His skin had darkened, and Katara assumed he had been in Misty Palms for some time. He had not followed her, this was not intentional.

She didn’t know if that made things better or worse.

Zuko, still in the chair behind her, cleared his throat.

“I’m with a client.” Katara said haltingly. 

Jet peered past her and Katara shifted her weight to the side. He didn’t seem very interested.

“Can you settle a bet for me?” He asked as he lazily slid his gaze back to her.

“What?” 

“Are you really dating the Fire Lord’s son?”

Katara felt her mind stop. 

“We were just watching the interview and you looked so stiff.” Jet explained to fill her silence. “It just didn’t match the Katara I knew.”

“Well I’m not that person anymore.” Katara said quickly.

“Oh, I’m not so sure.” Jet said with a laugh. “The Katara I knew would absolutely be in the middle of nowhere, helping out someone everyone else has probably called a lost cause.” 

“You don’t know me.” Katara replied.

“I’d like to.”

“I am dating Zuko.” She stated quickly. “I just don’t like cameras.”

“I guess Longshot owes me some money now.” Jet said with a shrug.

“You thought…” Katara, confused, couldn’t find the rest of her question.

“Like I said, the Katara I knew has a thing for lost causes.” Jet answered.

“You weren’t-.” She cut herself off. “You’re not mad?”

Jet shook his head. 

“You’re not the only one who changed.” He said softly. “Peacetime wasn’t hospitable to old Jet.”

“Well.” Katara fumbled through her thoughts. “I’m glad.”

“Me too.” Jet cracked a larger smile and swung his arms in a stretch. “I’ll let you get back to your healing. I think you’re probably nicer to him with your bending than you were to me.”

He winked, changing the meaning of his tone, and Katara sputtered as he walked away.

Jet had guessed it was Zuko in the chair. Of course he had.

“Let’s go.” Katara muttered, turning around and shoving the chair forward.

“You sure you didn’t want to catch up some more?” Zuko muttered back.

She snorted, feeling her mood shift.

“Are you jealous?” She asked.

“Of course not.” Zuko snapped.

“Have you even been jealous before?” 

“I’m not jealous.”

Despite his claim, Zuko was peevish during their outing. He complained about the heat, the crowds, and the lack of mobility when trying to access various sites and shops. Katara tried to jostle him out of it, modeling increasingly ridiculous outfits and accessories. 

But her own nerves thinned her patience, and by lunch she was just as tired and irritated. 

When they made it back to their room, Katara darted immediately into the bedroom. Thin lines of sand had collected in her joints and ends of her clothes. She shed the fabric, but the sweat and sand clung to her like another outfit.

The shower stall was separate from the large, whirlpool bath, but it took up almost as much space. Tiled in sea green glass, Katara relished the cool ripple under her feet. Craving coolness, she stood under the spray instead of waiting for the water to heat. 

The bathroom door opened, and Katara kept from looking through the clear glass door as Zuko stepped in. 

His heat fogged the glass as he approached, making her aversion easier. 

“So Jet seemed happy to see you.” Zuko began. He was trying to sound neutral, or conversational, but it was like he had forgotten how to make that inflection with his voice. 

“Of course, I won him some money.” Katara said. 

“Did he look any different?” 

“He looked more like a guy closer to his thirties than his teens, yeah.” 

“Mmmm.” 

They were both quiet, and Katara started to thread her fingers through her hair. 

“I’m not jealous of him.” Zuko repeated. Katara didn’t reply and focused on plucking free a tangle. 

“I am jealous of his freedom.” He finished.

“What?” Katara looked up at the shower head, still unable to see Zuko through the condensation. 

“You know him. Maybe not what he’s been up to in the meantime, but you have a history. You could catch up over a coffee and it wouldn’t be this lecture of pain and trauma. 

“And just the fact that you could go out with him in the first place. But I have to be disguised just to go anywhere with you in public.” His sentences spewed out like steam from a boiling kettle, but it chilled Katara.

“History doesn’t always make things easier.” Katara said. “You can keep a lot of assumptions about people.” 

“Fine, even if it wasn’t him, wouldn’t you rather be with someone you can actually date?” Zuko asked.

“We date.” Katara protested.

“Barely. I think we-”

“We what?”

“I’ve never told you what that night was like for me. When I met the Painted Lady.”

They were quiet again and Katara let her hands fall down by her sides.

“Ever since that night, I was fascinated by Waterbenders. I spent months looking for the pretender, but only heard rumors. And even after the war ended, every time I met a Waterbender that was around the right age, I wondered. 

“By the time I met Sokka, I had given up. But then he told me about being in the war, about you being a Waterbender, and it shook everything up. I had to meet you. And when I did, I wanted you to be her so badly.” Zuko finally said. 

“Why? Love at first sight?” Katara questioned.

“Yes.” Zuko answered readily. 

“Spirits, how terrible would it have been if I wasn’t the same person?” Katara asked, slightly bitter and slightly unnerved. 

“You don’t understand, it’s because I fell in love with you at first sight. And I wanted some destiny to intervene.” Zuko said. 

“Oh.”

“And so now there’s two of you. There’s always been two Kataras. And I wonder if you and I are just meant to be a fairy tale.” Zuko said. “That’s what I’m jealous of. His freedom of being more rooted in reality.”

“I prefer the fairy tale.” Katara said, trying to sound prim but achieving something more acidic. “Plus, the ending is much better than the practical.”

“What’s that?”

“‘’And they lived happily ever after.’”

“Ah.” Zuko paused and she heard him chuckle to himself. “Got room in there?”

“I think I can manage.” Katara replied, assuredly sounding coy.

They could use the ever after to figure out the rest of their story, she was certainly in no rush.

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#zutara #fanfiction #jax writes #modern au #the fic that prompts built #zutara month 2021

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Haikyuu Skincare Routines

I know most of these hoes would actually just use the bar soap they just used on their pubes on their faces but I’m a skincare whore and that’s unacceptable. This is mainly going to reference kbeauty bc that’s what I’m most familiar with. This is unedited brain heartburn please be wary

Kuroo would come across that one™ heavily quoted vit c research paper (15% ascorbic acid, 0.5% ferulic acid and 1% vit e in alpha tocopherol form) and literally only use that serum (he uses the wishtrend 15% with ferulic acid bc fuck skinceuticals and their $150+ serum) in his routine in combination with the Good Morning cleanser from Cosrx bc it’s cheap and the first thing that popped up when he searched for low acidity cleansers. Uses a combo spf moisturizer from clean and clear bc he hasn’t ‘gotten that far’ into skincare

Hanamaki would be the anti-skincare guru and only believe in cetaphil and whatever prescription his derm gave him but still wonder why his skin isn’t getting better. Uses Elta md sunscreen which is good but there’s so many better options out there honey (get out of your asshole we know you can see the results on your friends)

Mattsun would take a page out of makkis book but prob would opt for curology instead bc he doesn’t have the spare money to see a whole ass derm+/saw the ad somewhere and it worked for him so he kept the subscription. Doesn’t use spf like a heathen

Akaashi would have a solid three or four step routine depending on his mood for the day consisting of: 1. a cream to foam cleanser (bc he doesn’t like the way his face feels tight after super stripping cleansers) 2. probably that galactomyces toner from cosrx except he sprays it onto a cotton pad, tones his face, and then sprays it directly for a good pat down 3. (Optional) a lululun facemask or serum sample he got when he bought his toner 4. A thin layer of a rather dense cream but opts for a lighter cream in the summer or daytime but sometimes whatever bokuto got bc he basically shares akaashis stuff. Spf when he’s going to be out and about that day, but not to school bc he considers that indoors even with the windows flooding uv rays into the room but ok

Bokuto would use whatever akaashis using bc it looked cool to have a routine but then realized after following it for a while that he likes the super clean feeling after washing his face and would probably buy perfect whip by senka bc the foam is super satisfying to play with and it leaves him feeling super clean. He would feel bad about using akaashis products all the time and replace them every now and then with whatever he saw on a commercial or with whatever he got suckered into buying from the super convincing attendants at the beauty counter. One time bokuto used all his savings and bought the flagship pitera cream from skii bc if it’s the most expensive and best it’s gotta be good right? Akaashi sighed and tried using it but the fragrance broke him out and he couldn’t muster up the heart to tell bokuto so he just replaced the insides of the jar with the snail cream from cosrx and the placebo affect made bokutos skin shine like he belonged on the face of Elle. Doesn’t know spf exists unless it’s on a beach

Tendou would fall into any skincare fad and try it once. Has a billion products he’s tried once and thrown away bc it ‘didn’t work out’. Has definitely fucked up the pH balance of his skin, over exfoliated more than once, destroyed his skin barrier, and sometimes combined all of these in one sitting. Needless to say his skin is screaming all the time because it’s so damn sensitive from the torture he puts it through but he thinks the stinging is the product ‘working’, When he ‘tries’ a product he goes straight in without patch tests and applies w a y too much. Gets intoxicated with the feeling of slippy slidy on his face which makes him feel like the product is sinking into his skin better. Definitely makes faces and contorts his face while doing so. Does not actually have a semblance of an actual skincare routine other than doing it for fun. For some reason he always uses spf and remembers to reapply.

Ushijima would be the king of spot treatments and moisturization. Knows more than basics, and definitely incorporates skincare into his routine because he just likes the word routine jk he just gets frustrated from the occasional spot that typically comes up on his chin, otherwise he has immaculate skin. Moisturizes with a gel cream (probably the water bank cream from laneige) because he likes the feel of the oil/water balance on his face. Definitely tries the occasional fad with Tendou but in moderation and picks up whatever he likes/whatever tendou wants to throw away. Favorite products would probably be benzoyl peroxide spot treatments and would only use acne patches overnight. Uses spf occasionally but forgets most of the time unless tendou reminds him.

Kenma would accidentally click an ad for a gimmicky all in one skincare product but then whirlpool himself into the world of skincare and pick up a thing here and there and use it most of the time. If he’s on a gaming binge he won’t wash his dusty face until his eyes water and the crap his long eyelashes have so desperately kept away for the last 18 hours get mixed into his eyeballs and then he’ll finally wash his face. Probably uses good morning cosrx cleanser like kuroo (they get 1+1 deals together) and then the anti stress carrot pads by bellamonster bc he liked the flip top and the big pads bc it’s faster to finish his skincare with more wiping surface area. Finishes with dr jarts cicapair cream bc he’s got somewhat sensitive skin and it doesn’t bother him for his long wear hours. Knows that he should wear sunscreen but still opts out bc he rationalizes it by saying that he prob doesn’t even get enough sun to get his vit d requirement so he doesn’t really need it and to that I say touché

Hinata watched a hadalabo commercial on tv when he was young so he has a firm! belief that your skin should be sticky enough so that the van der waals forces between your palms and cheeks feel like peeling tape after you’re done with your skincare routine. An absolute hyaluronic acid whore, started off with hadalabo but the paraben scare ultimately made him switch to isntrees hyaluronic acid toner plus, not to be confused with the normal one because the more diverse the molecule sizes, the better, no? He doesn’t really understand but he understands that it sinks in better than the original and he likes the dark blue color of the toner on his counter because it makes him feel 0.00001% more manly. Also uses the sleeping mask from the same line before tournaments to mentally(?) prepare himself. Doesn’t use spf unless playing outside because hyaluronic acid is all he knows about actual skincare

Asahi would probably try to find an oil that’s good for his beard and his face. A true connoisseur of cleansing oils as well because he got sucked into it after overhearing from the girls in class that it helps with clogged pores. He always needed something to help with that because he had been getting ingrowns ever since he started getting facial hair. It took a lot to muster up the courage to ask for recommendations and even though he started off with the kose speedy cleansing oil hes made his way all the way up to shu uemuras anti pollution cleansing oil. He doesn’t keep it in the open because he doesn’t want anybody to mistake it for hand soap (ahem nishinoya) and it’s kind of his little secret because he treats it as a mini stress reliever at the end of his day. Doesn’t use spf because he thinks it’ll make him tan unevenly

Osamu looooves using apothecary themed skincare or skincare with essential oils. Probably a whore for the klairs supple preparation toner and innisfree as a brand. The type to cup his hands around his nose after using a product on his skin and breathe it in. Solid skincare routine (that he actually makes a routine) equipped with regular sheet mask sessions every week. His skin is positively glowing and glorious and it makes atsumu mega jealous but he really just doesn’t put in the same effort as osamu does and it shows. Thinks if the packaging says ~derived from natural ingredients~ it’ll have less chemicals or something. If he ever went on a trip to Korea he probably went to jeju as well to experience the innisfree green tea/osulloc luxury tea shop (2 birds with one stone, ya know?). When he was younger he probably liked skinfood (I’m sorry I had to) or tonymoly bc it was cheap, gimmicky, and fun to play around with with atsumu. Hates it when atsumu steals his sheet masks, especially if they’re the mediheal ones he keeps at the back of his drawer. Uses spf at the end of his routine always but forgets to reapply sometimes.

Atsumu really likes fragranced skincare bc he thinks it makes the product more luxurious. Forgets to wash his hands between hair care products and skincare products which makes him break out from time to time. He thinks he has a routine but in reality it’s just the normal 2-3 step he puts on occasionally for the ~vibes~ but is still worried about that line or two starting to form around his eyes. Loves sheet masks, especially the cellulose ones where it feels like agar jelly on your skin. Honestly just likes masks in general (eye masks, wash off masks, sleeping masks, modeling packs) but he likes getting them done at the spa (he takes osamu with him when he steals one too many of his mediheal masks). Washes his face regularly with whatever osamus using because he’s too lazy to bother getting his own but too invested in looking good to ignore the pretty bottle of face wash just begging to be used. Uses spf when he remembers that uva=wrinkles

#kuroo tetsuro #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #akaashi keiji #bokuto kotarou #tendou satori #ushijima wakatoshi #kozume kenma #asahi azumane #hinata shoyo #miya osamu #miya atsumu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu

[newmusickarl]

Album & EP Recommendations

Album of the Week: Evering Road by Tom Grennan

Over the years, British Singer-Songwriter Tom Grennan has never been shy about his love for Amy Winehouse’s Back to Black, citing it as a major influence on his music career. That classic album was born out of Amy’s tumultuous relationship and separation from Blake Fielder, with the record exploring themes of guilt, grief, infidelity, and heartbreak. Grennan has been quoted numerous times saying Back to Black is his favourite record of all time, so it is no surprise then that when faced with the breakdown of his own relationship, he too turned to writing music to help cope. Out of this comes Evering Road, Tom’s fantastic sophomore effort that sees him unload his emotions on his listeners - remorse, self-reflection and ultimately redemption.

Across the album’s 14 tracks, Tom treats Evering Road almost like public therapy, laying bare his mistakes, feelings, experiences of the last few years and how he was ultimately saved at the end of it all. Much like Back to Black, love and heartbreak is the central theme here, with Tom seemingly speaking to his ex-partner almost directly at times.

Sonically it is an incredibly soulful record, with Tom backed up by gospel singers, stunning orchestration, and some top tier production throughout. However, when compared with his debut, there is a definite sense that a part of Tom’s edginess has been lost along the way. For better and for worse, this is a record that is set out to sell, with the focus definitely on wider commercial appeal. With this being the case, some of the album’s singles like This Is The Place and Amen lack uniqueness, sounding similar to releases from plenty other chart toppers.

My indifference towards these two songs aside, there is not much else here that I don’t love. Once you get into the album cuts there are plenty of highlights to be found such as the big singalong chorus of Never Be A Right Time, the self-chastising and bluesy Sweeter Then and soaring piano-driven ballad, Second Time.

That said when it comes to the best track on show here, it’s hard to overlook this album’s crown jewel - Little Bit of Love. Having had this one on repeat most of the week, I’ve come to the conclusion that this latest single from Evering Road may just be the most infectious and catchy song of all time. Once the first chorus has hit, you can’t help but belt it out with the biggest smile on your face for the rest of the time – just a really brilliant pop song.

All in all, this is the Back to Black moment that Tom Grennan has been searching for, a soulful record about breaking up and having to move on, a time-tested story to which anybody can relate. Although it is unclear at this moment what the legacy of Evering Road will be, for the time being it is one of the best chart-friendly records of the year, and one that will no doubt lift Tommy G to his rightful spot atop the mainstream pop mountain.

The Art of Losing by The Anchoress

Elsewhere, The Anchoress (Aka Welsh musician Catherine Anne Davies) also released her sophomore album this week. Melodramatic in the best way, and bolstered by some soaring orchestration, The Art of Losing makes for a mightily fascinating and intriguing listen. This album particularly takes flight in the second half, with highlights including the incredible title track, Unravel and The Heart Is A Lonesome Hunter.

Lout by The Horrors

And finally on the albums and EPs front, London-based psychedelic art rockers The Horrors have rediscovered their nasty and obscure side on new three track EP, Lout. Although the title track is a touch too cacophonous and intense, Org and Whiplash deliver a hypnotic, mind-melting whirlpool of acidy synths that make for a scintillating listen.

Tracks of the Week

Keeper (Piano Version) by Lonely The Brave

One of the best tracks off my album of the year so far, The Hope List by Lonely The Brave, this stripped back version of Keeper allows Jack Bennett’s stunning, emotive vocals to take centre stage. Powerful, gorgeous, mind-blowing.

I Do It For You by Low Island

Alternative rockers Low Island are readying their debut album for release next month, and this latest taste suggests it is shaping up to be something special. Catchy and smooth.

Some Future by Forgivers

Members of the Gaslight Anthem launched their new project this week with their anthemic single Some Future, drawing comparisons to Oasis and Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds.

Supernormal by Everything Everything

And finally, Manchester indie rockers Everything Everything released their new single Supernormal this week, complete with a bizarre, WTF video that is anything but Supernormal. So batshit crazy and wonderfully weird, you can see it for yourself above.

#everything everything #supernormal #tom grennan #evering road #little bit of love #lonely the brave #the anchoress #the horrors #low island #forgivers #the gaslight anthem #best new music #album of the week #tracks of the week #new music

[astrology-with-charu]

Mercury is in Pisces till 11th April

Take a moment in this non stop cycle of news to connect with you - even if for 5 minutes when you are not :

listening to your toddler crib about being home bound, or

the dog judging your nth packet of crackers, or

husband once again asking “what should we do for dinner eh”, or

another slot of online delivery being swooshed right under your nose, or

hearing someone’s loss made you connect with that unknown person in shared sorrow, or

Another person on twitter coming up with an idea to handle the situation he thinks no one has thought of, or

yeah that person yet again expecting you to explain why no one puts curfew on the flu

Just stop for a moment & think what nature that nourished you so far is prompting you to do - like every nurturing parent it has its own way to lead us to healing.

People with astrology background are thinking oh God why why we have yet again Mercury in Pisces. For the uninitiated Mercury is considered in fall (weakest) in Pisces & Mercury rules all communications but especially commercial & biz - left brain. Pisces Mercury is all about right brain, I know it cause I own it & owe everything to it. Mercury in Pisces helps you see what you don’t normally see - the things below the surface lurking blocking you, hurting you - the unknown enemy & we can all externally project that fear onto an event but clearly this event is bringing more out of all of us than what we ever imagined.

It’s bringing up fears, forced slowdown where we are brought to our raw self. It’s not always pleasant - meditation slowing down has such a taboo I mean in today’s world & many of us can’t afford to.

But we all can afford 5 minutes - Mercury in Pisces does its thinking best in isolation, in a moment of peace within, closer to water, in a shower or bathtub if you can afford it or just listening to a music tune that moves you. Then it pops up the most Creative ideas, the moments of enlightenment which you would never afford to ever experience in your life. The moment of finding your place in this world that seems to be getting crazier & scarier by the minute. It’s our silent core in the middle of a whirlpool & we must access it else we would in one or other way spin out.

Don’t sacrifice that moment, that opportunity to a negative news cycle. I am not saying don’t be aware - in this Aquarian age that’s upon us - we can never not be aware cause we are wired 24/7 but there is information & there is too much information- I mean I really didn’t need to know what dog in Hong Kong licked to get sick ( ok now don’t you google that ).

Our mind isn’t focussed & sharp to do our analytical thinking best at this time but it’s very well placed to “feel” out things, having good intuition, active dream life that gives you answers, learning to trust your inner compass, learning to go beyond doing doing doing & just being unconditionally nice to another person in your society - cause you know what, we are all connected emotionally - sorrow is infectious as is joy & love so if your local community is unhappy & pessimistic - you would feel that at this time especially. Learning to be unconditional in your self expression - sometimes we need to leave being “right” to being right spiritually & empathetically ( I hope that’s a word else - voila invention!).

See I digress - you would too but you would find jewels in your detour of this unfocused thinking - if you don’t judge yourself & embrace all of what you see of you right now -

~you would discover your hidden strength & at least one hidden talent which many of you will find courage to follow through on,

~you would find alternative healing ideas - we all have things in our body we all secretly know aren’t working well but we procrastinate till it breaks - most will handle that & many will come up with healing methods,

~you would find you as an individual can significantly contribute to healing the world together - you have a role to play in the collective - you matter immensely as a part of this puzzle that’s the world,

~you would in no uncertain terms know more of what you are & what is not working - it can feel uneasy but you will see those hidden enemies below the surface we ignore & many of us will bring end to disfunction in Aries season,

~you will create a source of faith - your own unique version of the place you go when it gets real,

~you will believe in your existence - having a purpose cause God or higher power gave you a life & you owe it to that to make something meaningful out of it by stopping any block to whatever is your gift,

~you will have a new found respect for any nurse, doctor, healthcare person, selfless carer you will come across,

~you will find isolation isn’t as scary as it sounded & you can be with yourself but yet be fully connected to collective through unseen strings,

~you would find if you close your eyes for a minute & ask yourself an honest question - you wouldn’t need to ask anyone outside ever the question - “What do you think I should do?”,

~you will find you could do without a lot of things which were truly excesses & you would lighten the load to feel more at peace with you - in food, clothing, spending (don’t throw hubby or toddler “toys” - opposite of peace trust me!)

~you will find a way to help someone who has less than you & you won’t be looking for a crowd of applause for it, you would do it cause it’s the key thing that would make you feel at peace right now,

~you will discover that your words can heal someone & that’s just one of the superpowers heavens have given humans but it’s the best - called empathy which goesa long way,

~you will create a hidden hole in your house to dig your head in or a military grade camouflage from your toddler - aka a place of peace to be with you where you would do your best work,

~you best work will involve using more creative side of you, empathy in business even, softer touch with clients - truly caring for their situation will bring you more success,

~you will work on a significant life’s breakthrough behind the scene which you would possibly work on next 6 months,

~you will find your dream in your dream - the spiritual purpose of your existence!

Earth is taking a breather from us - let’s take a 5 minute breath of consciousness in the moment too Om💫

Sorry that was Long but my Pisces Mercury doesn’t know limits & thank God for it!

Stay Blessed 💕

#aries #taurus #cancer #gemini #leo #virgo #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #covid19 #covid2020 #covid 19 #coronavirus #corona virüsü #aries moon #taurus moon #gemini moon #horoscope #astrology #daily horoscope #capricorn moon #cancer moon #libra moon #scorpio moon #aquarius moon #mercury in pisces #pisces moon #leo moon

[nwbeerguide]

Now available at Von Ebert Brewing, canned Agostini Pils and their new Helles

image courtesy Von Ebert Brewing

As the weather shifts from a miserable, temperate, Northwest Spring to a (sort of) Spring 2.0 (aka, early Summer), Portland’s Von Ebert Brewing Company continue their campaign to put beer in hands and cans at every occasion. This time around, the brewery is pleased to announce the portability of their Agostini Pils. 

Brewed in the Helles style, this is the latest lager from the brewery, packaged up in 16-ounce cans. For the inexperienced, Von Ebert’s Helles-style lager, is single decocted, a common technique of commercial breweries. As head brewer, Sean Burke, explained brewing beers like this were a reflection on his travels. 

Having spent a fair amount of time in Munich, and Bavaria in general, I really came to appreciate the Helles style of beer and what it means to the people that love it and consume it regularly… Complexity is hard to achieve in light beers, but that’s what we set out to do with our Helles.”

We really wanted to let the malts in our Helles truly be experienced. The first step in accomplishing that was choosing high quality European base malts. To enhance the flavors we performed a decoction, where a portion of the mash is drawn off and boiled, then returned to the mash to raise the temperature to the next mash rest. This produces a more pronounced malt flavor without sweetness.

image courtesy Von Ebert Brewing Company

Helles is single decocted, which is a process allowing for maximum extraction of malted sugars from the grain. At 4.8% ABV (alcohol by volume), this beer has notes of fresh baked bread, crackers, and floral aromatics. In true style, the brewery used Hallertau Hersbrucker hops. But this is not the end of the story.

Named after famed Italian, motorcycle racer Giacomo Agostini, who raced during the 1960s and 1970s, Agostini Pils is a brewery favorite. Brewed to be a 5.0% Italian-style pilsner, Agostini have notes of orange peel and garden fresh spearmint, with a definite dry and crisp finish. But don’t expect the same ol’ Agostini Pils as the brewery has made some changes which have improved the overall character of the beer. 

The goal with Agostini Pils was to showcase newer European hop varieties in the dry-hopping of the beer… We chose the Slovenian hop, Styrian Cardinal, which brought the wonderful orange peel and spearmint blend that nicely complemented the noble hops used in the kettle and whirlpool.

Look for both Agostini Pils and Helles, available in 16-ounces cans and four-packs at both Von Ebert locations. 

For more information on this and other beers from Von Ebert, visit http://www.vonebertbrewing.com. Von Ebert Brewing's two locations are at 131 NW 13th Avenue in Portland's Pearl District and 14021 NE Glisan Street in the Glendoveer neighborhood.

About Von Ebert Brewing

Von Ebert Brewing sits at the crossroads where storied traditions meet bold new ideas in brewing. Independently owned and operated, Portland, OR, based Von Ebert produces award-winning beers in a variety of styles. In addition to modern IPAs and crisp lagers, the oak-aged, bottle-conditioned heritage beer program sets the brewery apart. All of the beers pair perfectly with the elevated American pub cuisine served at both brewpub locations. For more information, please visit www.vonebertbrewing.com. 

  from Northwest Beer Guide - News - The Northwest Beer Guide https://bit.ly/3dU8zr3

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