#now me: 'shirtless at a gay bar or the beach

[icantalk710]

Embracing my inner strength or something idk 😶

Pretty sure I still can't move large boulders around tho

#ore no kao #being in my apt alone since my parents went to my aunt's [as Henri closed in...] has me in a bit of a mood #college me: 'i dunno about running around shirtless...' #now me: 'shirtless at a gay bar or the beach? sure why not 🤷🏽‍♂️' #character development #[even if it comes and goes sometimes since brains are weird] #[as evidenced by how it took me 30 mins+ to decide to post on IG lol] #ever since seeing my friend the other week what he was telling me about embracing how strong i look stuck with me #the confidence really does ebb and flow based on the situation lol #[also kinda feel like guys sometimes assume i'm always confident if i do look somewhat strong or something] #[when really i get flustered with an attractive guy lol] #[but once i get over what's left of my self-esteem issues from HS it's over for everyone 😤] #[probably] #gay

[realhankmccoy]

If You Like Piña Coladas

Why does Bradley Thompson act this way instead of like a normal guy, you might quite reasonably ask? Why does he pretty much always act this way? Why does he now take most of his boozed-out vacations in Palm Springs and Miami Beach? Why, you may want to know, did he ever move away from Kalamazoo to settle in Saugatuck instead, all to work full-time as a bartender?

Well, he was known around Kalamazoo and to a lot of Michigan, to be honest, as a cocksure guy. A guy who couldn’t stop showing off. A man who had a new sportscar, a guy who liked to cruise around shirtless and pick up chicks.

But today’s Michigan is not the same Michigan we grew up in. The military has come up with so many new innovations, recently, and technology now advances faster than ever. Bradley, loathe as I might be to admit it, was kind of a hometown rival of mine. One of my pals out of the Air Force was sick of the guy acting like he owned this town, too. I was there the night it happened because I helped make it happen. We were both out after bars closed, around 3am, cruising the strip in Kalamazoo. It’s a rusty town, but it’s all we’ve got if we want to stick around family in the area, really. Cost of living is still cheap. And as night owls, cruising is still something fun to do.

Anyhow, it’s some very pricey stuff but it’s available on the market. Our government, God Bless America, now loves freedom of competition more than it has in over a century, having pulled way back on a lot of the punitive aspects of the state, which had gotten seriously overgrown some decades prior. The left were an unexpected ally of us freedom fights in many regards, as their disregard for the politicians, judges, and especially the cops who kept Michigan and the whole nation crippled into a sort of nanny state, well, it was their disregard that was key to draining the swamp and beating them all back. So glad they did, as life has become so much more free and fun again, not to mention productive as hell. Talk about innovative, motivated economic engines.

Back to Bradley, lest I digress. I knew we’d only have one shot at getting him. It’d be a killer prank, and it wasn’t going to harm the country’s economy any, that was for sure. Gays added value, too. Gays sometimes competed even harder than the rest of us, all because they knew what we all thought about what they were truly worth as human beings. Ha. A lot of the vibrancy of America comes from keeping the pot stirred and everyone in a highly competitive mode. We knew we were going to stir this guy hard.

He’s got his classic hot white convertible out on the strip tonight. To me, white means just way too much car-washing all the time, because it picks up so much dirt, but this is Bradley we’re talking about. I’m sure in the life we’re about to give him he’ll be working at his own private sexy car wash in the driveway in his speedo. He’ll be spending plenty of hot Saturday afternoons in the summer sun, haha.

So I’m in the passenger seat, and my best bud pulls up on Bradley’s lefthand side at the stoplight, edging closer to his car than a driver normally would.  “Bradley,” I say, leaning far out the window, and he turns with sort of a jolt, surprised, and looks straight at me.  I’ve got my leather motorcycle gloves on as a precaution. “Think fast,” I say, and I go and spray our little sexuality-fixing wonder foam all over his face. He’s coughing and trying to rub it off, but it’s too late, and he’s just getting more of it on his hands anyway. The stuff’s epigenetic. He doesn’t stand a chance in trying to fight what it’s going to do to him.

I don’t know, and I honestly don’t care to know, what the transformation was like for Bradley. I’d imagine, though, that it went something like this:

Bradley gets home, showers off, not feeling quite right. He’s still ticked at us two guys, wondering what the heck was in that foam. He was going to make us pay, he’s thinking, that’s for sure, as soon as he tracks us down and gets a lead on where we’re living or hanging out these days. He’s looking in the mirror, still kinda drunk, and feeling kinda queer. Feeling kinda strange, feeling kinda sexy, he looks at himself and likes what he sees. Soon he’s taking the towel off and beating off, moaning, surprised but not being able to fight his own level of lust for the male reflection he sees. He’s basically falling into his own bedroom mirror like Narcissus reborn, uncontrollably finding himself pumping a spray of his sticky semen all over his own reflection.

He probably thinks it’s a fluke. But he wakes up the next morning, hard. He’s pissed, but he’s still hard. He’s hard af. He tries to fight it. His own mirror makes him want to beat off again. He’s got porno tapes to watch instead, but now he’s looking at the dudes, not the chicks. Later that night he’s out again, cruising in his car, worried, hoping it fades, but everywhere he drives he’s noticing the guys. He’s noticing the fucking guys, and that ain’t right, but as much as he tries to fight it, it seems he can barely even resist thinking of hot men.

He’s not going to be like those gay guys, he tells himself. Just because he’s got gay thoughts doesn’t mean he has to go down the path of a gay lifestyle or meeting others guys. It’s dangerous and his friends wouldn’t like it. He wouldn’t like it. He hasn’t changed. He’s not gay, not really. But he can’t stop checking out guys. Bradley’s still a horny guy, just like he was before, only his dick leans in a different direction these days. He makes it a few weeks, maybe, with his attempts at resistance, but one night, drunk, not sure what the hell he’s even doing, he drives into the city and up to one of the gay bars, the one known for being a bit seedy and discreet. He sits in the parking lot, drinking, trying to decide if he’s really going to do it and just go in. Maybe just to see, he tells himself.  If it’s dead or the guys are all too queer, he can get the hell out of there and never come back.

Four months later, he’s been through a lot of new experiences. He’s starting to turn into one of them rode hard guys, even, as he once he finds out how to get his hands on other men, it’s hard for him to even resist the urge at all anymore. He’s totally caving. He now knows he’s queer, and he’s found out where all those queer guys like to party, too. He parties a lot in Kalamazoo, stays out late, still cruises the strip, but it’s hard to care as much about that when you’re getting your ass plowed wide open by strange new muscular men for your first few exciting months as a discreet gay guy, an increasingly gay-acting guy who’s becoming more and more lax about how to stay discreet by the week.

Bradley soon knows where all the men go in Michigan. He’s been giving blowjobs to a country western stud with a hot new truck who has a small place near the lake in Saugatuck. He gets invited to come live with the guy. He’s so busy sucking cock and fagging out for this stud, and he’s thinking the idea of this opportunity to move all the way out there even makes sense, given that his reputation is going to shit around Kalamazoo, so he up and does it. He tries a few things for work at first, even a Starbucks, but in the end commits more to tending bar at a local gay tavern. He’s up so late all the time anyway. It’s because he’s always sucking dick and pounding ass, not to mention sometimes getting his ass pounded or asking another fag to suck his cock, that it’s the perfect fit for him.

And the guy’s so in love with himself -- really always has been -- that he can’t help but start taking up the lifestyle, too, and taking a sort of strange pride in it. He likes flaunting his body, and he likes the power he has over other guys when he’s in the tight shirts they’re always saying he should wear.  Since they’re always wanting him to come out to brunch, his lifestyle’s changed over from Maker’s Mark and Jack Daniels to vodka, brandy, mimosas and piña coladas. He thinks he’s growing as an individual because he really can’t see, or doesn’t even care to see anymore, that the whole time he’s just turning into a fucking faggot.  He’s turning into the of guy he would have been embarrassed to be just six months earlier. He even thinks his strange sexuality is superior, and talks his cocky talk while he’s sucking the dick of all sorts of nameless guys. He’s turning into some sort of overgrown cabana boy. He’s turning more sex-obsessed than ever because sex is so much easier to come by in his new environment.

In the bars, he’s stripping and feeling like some sort of sexy wild beastman, proud af of how much fun he’s having, running around barechested in tight underwear and cowboy boots, tonguing guys just like him right in the bar. He’s probably thinking his degraded decadence is some sort of revelation and mystical experience, practically.  It truly probably does seem that way to him when he finds himself staring into the fuzzy anus of another dude for the first few times, completely drawn to it like a it’s a gravitational force he can’t even resist, his hands kneading the hairy asses of guys just like him as he stares into their holes and darts his tongue into them.

He’s constantly lounging around in his underwear with other guys just like him, guys loaded up on sick concepts and smutty ideas to try. He’s become friends with guys generate entire subcultures and underworlds of perversions for each other. He’s trapped in an underworld now, and he can’t even find the will to try to get out. He can’t even remember the kind of man he used to be. He just wants to get even deeper into it, get his hands dirtier, find out more and more about what it’s all about. The idea of trying even wilder sexual activity than he already has make him bone and makes him feel like a bad boy.

He’s always been a power hungry sort of guy, so he probably thinks can be their alpha wolf or something, too, as if a faggot is anything akin to a wolf. But Bradley’s far too fucking dumb to know that now. He was never the brightest guy to begin with, but when he’s slutting out and getting naked on the drive home, when he’s snorting poppers and sniffing coke in bars to feel on top of the world, when he’s in a locked bedroom with a dude and frenetically licking out the guy’s hairy armpits for a few hours, well...when he’s doing all that, his degraded excuse for brain isn’t exactly doing sophisticated technical analysis on an F135 engine.

#straight to gay tf #straight to gay #queer #gay bar #saugatuck #fruits

[callmeblake]

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[revengeisalwaysanoption]

[Skam Italia] Ficlet: Too hot (hot damn!)

To all the people on Discord, who asked me to try and turn my headcanon of Nicotino + boy squad on the beach into a fic... Kind of a sequel to THIS

To @minttobe-treehill who always leaves the nicest comments on my fics.

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Martino has learnt his lesson, by now:  never fall asleep in Niccolò's car again.

Especially if there are Giovanni, Elia and Luchino in the backseat.

Of course he will be persuaded to drive them somewhere they can find plently of hot chicks in skimpy bikinis. It's been nearly seven months and he still feels like he's got something to prove, like he can't quite believe Marti's friends could really grow fond of him.

Usually they don't take advantage of it, arguing when he tries to pay the bill for everyone, but if Martino is not paying attention... then they do try to give some 'innocent' and 'well meant' suggestion of they would like to go, if only they had a car...Well, hopefully they will regret it once they realize they all pale in comparison to Niccolò.

He can already hear them mumble something about how nobody should allow 'that guy' to go around shirtless, and Luca asking how can he get the same figure. Because, come on, it can't be all down to genetics, can it?

Isn't there some fairness, in this world?

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"I can't believe it."

"You know what's illegal? That."

"Marti, you gotta do something about it, man."

Yeah, right. Like what?

Grab a T-shirt and force Niccolò to put it on, so that the girls would stop ogling at him and maybe start paying attention to someone else?

They've been teasing Martino about his alleged 'thirst' ever since they got on the beach and Ni has decided it would be nice to bless everyone with a glorious view of his magnificent collarbone, his well-defined pecs and abs.

It only got worse after they went for a swim, and Martino found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the water drops running down Nico's hips, or the ones pooling at his thighs...

"Marti, my eyes are up here."  Niccolò whispered, gently stroking his skin and then leaning in for a kiss. It's just a peck, but it still leaves Martino breathless and dazed.

No wonder his friends are grinning at his lovestruck face and being so fucking obnoxious as they wax poetics about Niccolò's beauty because they feel they have to voice Martino's thoughts.

It's Nico himself who is having none of this raving about his good looks, putting an end to it when they walk to the nearest bar.

There aren't enough chairs at the table, so he grabs Martino's waist before he can go looking for another one and makes him sit on his lap. Not even Luchino misses the sighs all around them, or the whispered 'Damn, all the good ones are either taken, gay... or both.'

"Come on guys." He says, sounding actually annoyed. No wiggling of his eyebrows, no trace of a smile. Have they taken it too far?

"You make it sound like you haven't noticed all those people checking MY BOYFRIEND out..." Oh, so he is indeed upset. But not with the boys, not really.

 "Not that I can blame them. Martino is that gorgeous. And hot. Not too mention adorable, when he gets all flustered because he can't take a compliment." He flicks his nose,  when Martino turns to slap his shoulder, turning the boys groans into roaring laughter.

“I'm seriously questioning their taste in men... I mean, you two are cute and all, but... I am me, and I am available." Elia laments, not too keen on hitting on this girls now that they have showed their true colors.

Being disappointed because a hot guy is taken is understandable, but turning their heads in disgust or walking away?

Looking far too interested, as if Martino and Niccolò are there to satisfy their voyeuristic inclinations?

No, he's having none of that bullshit.

Sharing a look with Giovanni, it seems that he is on the same page.

"Not for long, if Martino has his way."  He probably wasn't supposed to give that information away, judging from way Marti just elbowed him painfully into his ribs.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You'll see."

"Haven't you got someone for us too, Marti?"  Luca immediately asks, pointing at him and Giovanni.

"As a matter of fact... I do."  He looks smug, the bastard. As though he is a seasoned matchmaker that can find their true soulmate with a snap of his fingers.

Well, he might when it comes to Giovanni and Luchino but... No way he's gonna find anyone who could meet Elia's standards.

No way.

#skam italia #nicotino #rames #my writing #ficlet

[thegreatestsorcerertoeverserve]

Oooh Merwaine prompts. *rubs hands together* Modern AU, Bi!Gwaine dragging Merlin to a strip-club, "testing the venue" for Arthur's upcoming bachelor party. Merlin's hella gay and not a fan and also kinda-sorta in love with Gwaine. Gwaine doesn't know that. Awkward evening leads to revelations of all sorts~

“I don’t see why we have to do this!”

Gwaine laughed, practically dragging Merlin across the parking lot by the arm to where the bright neon lights showed a blinking neon lady dancing by what Merlin assumed what was supposed to be a pole, but what looked like a giant dick. Maybe that was also on purpose. 

We have to test out the venue before the stag night, Merlin. It’s the only way to be thorough.” He grabbed Merlin’s face with both hands, pulling him in close to show how serious he was. Merlin’s breath hitched, very aware that he was within three inches of Gwaine’s face. And his lips. He could feel the heat rising in his face, and he stepped away quickly, clearing his throat and attempting to look up at the strip club normally.

“Okay, correction: I don’t see why I have to do this.” 

Gwaine was following him now. Less likely to see the blush on Merlin’s cheeks. Thank god. “You’re the best man, Merlin.”

Merlin wrinkled his nose. “I’ve done a lot for Arthur over the years. But this?” 

Gwaine laughed again. “Tell you what, next weekend we’ll go to a guy’s strip club and get some dick back in your life.” Merlin grinned. “And if tonight is really that terrible, I’ll strip for you personally.” He hopped in front of Merlin, shaking his butt like some raucous chicken dance. Merlin tried to laugh at him, but the sound came out more strangled than he hoped it would. His mind was wrapped up in the idea of Gwaine stripping in front of him, shirtless, sweaty, giving him a lap dance. 

Dead puppies dead puppies dead puppies. It wouldn’t help his case to go in the club with a boner. 

Still, he had to go in eventually. He trailed Gwaine closely as he sauntered in the front door, giving a friendly nod and wave to the doorman. Gwaine had this peculiarly charming way of treating everyone like he was old friends with them, even though Merlin was positive he’d never set foot in the place before.

From the second Merlin crossed into the darkened club, he felt uncomfortable. Men old and young lounged around tables and stages, most holding dollar bills in one hand and beers in the other, all with the same mildly creepy appreciative stare as they watched the performers. Strippers wandered among the customers, tempting men with a lap dance with a sly smile and a wink. He had the absurd thought that he wanted to hang a sign around his neck saying something like “Please don’t pretend to flirt with me, I’m gay.”

He realized Gwaine had strode on ahead of him, and he hurried to follow, eyes pointed to the ground. He didn’t really have the money to waste on strippers, especially ones he wasn’t interested in.

“See, Merlin? Easy as pie.” Gwaine picked a table for them and started to look around. He motioned for a waitress to grab them beers, and when they came, Merlin grabbed his quickly, grateful to have something to focus on rather than the naked women around him or the tragically clothed man he’d come with. 

“Hi, Handsome, who might you be?” A woman appeared at Gwaine’s shoulder, trailing a finger along his arm. Gwaine looked up at her with a friendly smile, but Merlin couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes took their time traveling up her body to her eyes. He tried to convince himself the twist in his gut wasn’t jealousy. 

“The name’s Gwaine. This is Merlin.” The woman turned to Merlin, smiling wider when Merlin simply nodded at her, his hands still clamped around his beer. She mistook his nonchalance as nervousness approached him. She stuck a manicured hand out and forced him to look at her by touching a finger under his chin. 

“Hi, Merlin. I’m Mithian, and I’m going to be taking really good care of you tonight, alright?” She leaned her chest toward him, shimmying a little to really nail in the point. 

Merlin tried to telapathically tell her ‘no thank you’ but it didn’t seem to get across. Instead, he opted for, “I think you’d better start with Gwaine.” He instantly winced, but Gwaine just laughed and Mithian didn’t seem to take offense. She simply turned back to Gwaine, who offered her a bill. 

Watching a topless girl give Gwaine a lap dance was not something he’d ever thought he’d do, but Merlin found himself being strangely turned on and jealous at once. He could hear Gwaine talking casually as he watched Mithian’s hips dip lower and lower over him, though from a quick glance at Gwaine’s lap that made him sputter on the gulp of beer in his mouth, he was more than casually interested in the dance itself. Merlin found himself with a matching boner within seconds.

“We’re checking the place out for a friend’s stag night. Merlin here’s the best man and, well, I’m the best partier.” 

Mithian nodded. “A lot of guys have their stag nights here.” She flipped around to give Gwaine a front view. Like a gentleman, Merlin noted, Gwaine looked her in the eyes while he talked.

“You’d recommend the place, then?”

“That depends.” Mithian smirked. “Do you tip well?”

That made Gwaine throw back his head and laugh. Merlin himself cracked a grin. He was starting to like Mithian, though he did feel a ridiculous twinge of regret that he was not the person who’d made Gwaine laugh like that. Merlin pulled his gaze away from Gwaine, hoping he hadn’t been staring, and  caught Mithian’s eye. She threw a quick glance to Merlin’s lap and gave him a wink, though she returned to dancing so quickly Merlin half convinced himself he made it up.

Merlin didn’t pay attention to the rest of their conversation, mostly because he couldn’t hear it over the thumpa thumpa of a new song, but he vaguely watched the way the corners of Gwaine’s mouth tugged up fondly as he spoke. The song ended shortly and Gwaine refused another dance, making some saucy comment Merlin couldn’t hear that made Mithian blush in spite of herself. Another one of Gwaine’s talents: he could seduce anyone, even someone who was hit on every day of work like Mithian. 

Gwaine and Merlin turned their attention to the stage, where a leather-clad dancer swung around the pole in six inch heels. Though they briefly agreed on how nice Mithian had been, Merlin was sure they were both trying to get their pants to lie flat again. 

“You know, if you want him, you just have to say so.” Merlin almost jumped out of his skin. Mithian was bending down behind him, her lips an inch from his ear so he could hear her over the music.

“What do you- what do you mean?” 

Mithian shook her head. “Please. I’ve been in this business for a while, Merlin, I know what desire looks like. You want him.” She gave a minuscule jerk of her head toward Gwaine, who was still concentrated on the stage.

Merlin couldn’t believe he was having this conversation. “It’s more than that-” He protested.

“You love him.” Mithian smiled wider. “Even better.”

“How is that better?!” 

Mithian glanced up at Gwaine. “I know what desire looks like.”

Then she was gone, swaying toward another customer with more grace than Merlin had ever had in his life. “Alright Merlin, what do you say we get out of here?” Gwaine stood up lazily, patting Merlin on the shoulder. 

Merlin furrowed his eyebrows, looking at his watch. “But it’s still early,” 

Gwaine shrugged and left a hefty tip for the waiter. Merlin would never understand how he managed to go out so much and still tip well with his crappy job. “I’m sold on this place. You?”

Merlin gave the place a last cursory glance. “Sure. Where are we going?”

A bar was the answer, of course. They sat at the bar, Merlin sipping a hard cider and Gwaine a frilly sex on the beach (his taste in alcohol ranged from straight vodka to the fruitiest and sweetest cocktails). They settled comfortably, Gwaine leaning back in his chair, not taking his eyes off Merlin. 

“So what were you talking to Mithian about, Merlin?” His voice was casual and curious, but Merlin’s face instantly started to heat up. 

“Oh, nothing, we were just… talking about the party.” 

Gwaine shifted, still not satisfied. He was in interrogation mode, Merlin could tell. “The party, really? It looked like she was urging you to do something.”

Merlin hesitated, holding eye contact with Gwaine. I know what desire looks like, Mithian had said. Could she possibly have meant…?

Merlin took a deep breath and downed the rest of his scotch. “Well, the truth is, Gwaine, I… want you.”

Gwaine did a double take, blinking. “You…” 

“I have feelings for you. And I know that it could do terrible things to our friendship, but… I want you.” Merlin felt a wave of relief wash over him. He’d said it. It was immediately shattered when he saw the mischevious grin on Gwaine’s face.

“Finally!” he scooted out of his seat and grabbed Merlin by the arm, pulling him abruptly out the door.

“Gwaine, what-”

“It took you long enough!” Gwaine continued on his rant like he’d never stopped, pushing Merlin up against the brick wall. 

Merlin sputtered. “Long enough? For wh-” 

“I have been wanting to jump your bones since the moment I laid eyes on you, Merlin. I didn’t exactly try to hide it.” His grin widened as he pressed his body fully against Merlin, his hands on either side of Merlin’s head on the wall as he kissed him. When he pulled away, he noticed Merlin’s look of shock for the first time. “Are you telling me you seriously didn’t know?” 

Merlin shook his head slowly, incredulous joy running around his head. Gwaine put his head back and laughed, tugging Merlin away again and pushing him in the direction of his motorcycle. “You’ve been spending too much time around Arthur, Merlin,”

Merlin laughed, putting his helmet on. “How do you figure?” 

Gwaine pulled Merlin in for another kiss before answering. “He’s an oblivious idiot. Apparently, it rubbed off. Now come on, loverboy, let’s go home.” He waggled his eyebrows and Merlin swore, if he wasn’t head over heels in love with the man, he would’ve hit him. As it was, he just climbed on the back of the motorcycle and held on. 

#takaraphoenix #ask #Merwaine #fanfic #bbc Merlin #Merlin #Gwaine #my writing

[cwnerd12]

I swear to god this is the greatest thing I’ve ever written.

Putting it here so I can bask in its glory.

“Rager” David convenes a meeting and tells everyone about Achish’s offer, “I can’t possibly say no to this.” Joel: “It’s a carrot. There’s gotta be a stick he’s hiding somewhere.” David: “Exactly. I’m scared if I don’t agree to it, the people in the borderlands are gonna pay the price.” Abby: “I’ve brought it up before, but we need to consider going to other countries.” David: “Which country, exactly?” Abby: “Moab.” Jack: “Are we really *that* desperate?” David: “We’re pretty fuckin’ desperate.” Jack: “When Moab separated from Jericho, the King of Jericho was happy because for once the trash had taken itself out. Queen Laura is only Queen because she poisoned her husband, and you’ve already been poisoned once!” Michelle: “Okay, Jack, when we met King Norris, he had more fat in his arteries than either of us could eat in a lifetime. I’m pretty sure Laura didn’t have to poison him. Besides, any old man who marries a woman that young is basically asking to get poisoned.” Abby: “In the five years that she’s reigned, Queen Laura has actually donated more of her personal wealth to philanthropy than any other sitting monarch. She’s peacefully settled a lot of disputes between rival militias and actually brokered peace between a few of them. Moab has resources. It has wealth that Gath doesn’t have. Personally, if I had any sort of choice in which country I ended up in, I would have gone to Moab.” Asher: “If we go to Moab, we could get a hotel on the beach.” Jack (muttering): “Uncle William is in Moab. If partnering with Moab means partnering with him I’m fucking leaving.” David: “I’m with Jack, if a partnership with Moab means partnering with CrossGen, I’m not doing it.” Abby: “We can negotiate that.” David (sighing heavily): “Not that it matters, anyway. We’re stuck here in Gath until we can get the Borderlands issue resolved. Is there some way we can… just make Achish want nothing to do with us?” Abby: “What do you mean?” David: “If we could get Achish to no longer trust us, but without being treacherous, like… if we could convince him we’re unreliable, useless, even, and we’ve been incredibly lucky, but we’re not a threat to him.” Asher: “You want him to think we’re a bunch of idiots.” David: “Yes! Look, we’ve met with Achish, talked to him, right? But we haven’t really shown him who we are. What if I can convince Achish that I’m just a dumb piece of meat that people flock to because I’m hot?” Jack: “You are hot, babe.” David: “Thank you, Jack.” Michelle: “If he thinks you’re an idiot, he’ll throw you out and put Jack in charge.” David: “What if we’re all idiots? What if Samuels picked us out to do his bidding because we’re all stupid and easily led, and now that Samuels is dead, we’re floundering in our own idiocy?” Abby: “I can’t act like an idiot. I’m the one who has to negotiate the borderland deal and make sure it doesn’t come with any strings attached.” David: “No! That’s good! One smart person to tell Achish that we’re all stupid!” Abby: “Well what if Achish wants me to work for him, then?” David: “Shit. I dunno. Cross that bridge when we get to it, I guess.” Jack: “Michelle and I can have lunch with Queen Lena. It’ll be easy to get her to hate us, all we have to do is act like Mom.” Joel: “What if he catches on? We can’t all be complete idiots.” David: “But you could be an angry person who uses politics as an excuse to punch people.” Joel: “Yeah, I could.” A big smile spreads over David’s face, “Yeah, we can do this. We just have to be careful, plan everything out. This is gonna work.”

On the way to meet Achish, David runs into Doug, an old army buddy (one of the guys Jack invited to come in from the front on First Night) who has joined the resistance. David is thrilled to see Doug, and he asks where their other friend is. Doug: “Still in Gilboa.” David: “Shit. I can’t talk now, I’ve got a lot of shit to do, but I’m definitely gonna catch up with you later!”

In the negotiations with Achish, David plays a mix of “golly gee whiz” ignorant farm boy and meathead jockbro, all while managing to be charming, while Abby expertly hammers out the details. At one point, Achish sees something on David’s wrist, “Is that a tattoo?” David pushes his cuff up, where “DELIVER US FROM EVIL” is tattooed around his wrist, “Yeah, I was thinking about what you said in the cathedral about you know being a king and how a king protects his people and all, and then, there was that our father shit, and the priest said, ‘deliver us from evil’ and I thought…. man, that would make a sweet tattoo. So I got it." After the deal is made, Achish congratulates David and Abby. David: “Hey, if you think me and Abby are cool, you should see the rest of my guys. They’re really cool.” Abby: “You should see the training program we’ve set up.” David: “Yeah, you can’t meet everybody, though. I mean, some people are still in Gilboa. It sucks you can’t meet Monique, she got me into the resistance.” He pulls something up on his phone, “See?” He shows Achish a photo of Monique dressed as the Holy Virgin Mother, but instead of holding the baby Jesus, she’s holding a giant, veiny cock. David: “She’s amaaaaazing! She made our flag!”

Jack and Michelle have lunch with Queen Lena, the frumpy Queen of Gath who Rose has always been a bitch to. Michelle wears a slutty dress and acts like an airhead Paris Hilton type, while Jack does an imitation of Rose with the cold, malicious perfection that only an angry gay son could do.

Isaiah and David take Achish out to see Isaiah’s bomb making proficiency. He lights off explosives by size and gives them all stupid names and generally acts like a pyromaniac. One bomb goes off unexpectedly, causing Achish to duck, “What the hell was that?!” Isaiah: “Discrete charge that can be dropped anywhere and detonated remotely.” David: “SWEET!” Isaiah makes a big deal about showing off his biggest, baddest creation, but when he presses the button it doesn’t go off. “Shit, lemme try again.” It still doesn’t work. Achish suggests going onto the next thing.

Elsewhere on the training grounds, Shay demonstrates a hand-to-hand combat training situation for the Queens of Gilboa. She appears skilled and competent, and Achish watches with approval. After the lesson is over, a female student approaches and asks Shay a question. Shay blatantly stares at the student’s boobs and flirts with her. The student flirts back.

In a building, Joel tells stories of all the brawls he got into in prison with a disturbing amount of nostalgia, “Shit man, almost makes me want to go back.” The sound of a distant explosion causes Achish to jump again. David: “Sounds like Isaiah got his bomb to work. I hope he wasn’t there when it went off.”

Back at home, Achish and Lena talk about the AFG. Lena: “The prince and princess are just like their mother. Absolutely horrible.” Achish: “Shepherd is up to something. I thought he’d be delighted with the borderlands deal, but this makes me think he doesn’t want it.” Lena: “How could he not want it?” “I don’t know!” There’s a knock at the door, and Abby enters. Achish asks her what David’s up to. “Up to, sir?” “He’s planning something. Something that involves making me think he’s an idiot.” Abby remains convincingly confused, “Have you…. ever really spent time with David, sir?” “Every time I’ve spoken to him, he’s always impressed me.” “Yeah, that’s the problem. People tend to think he’s smart because he looks good, he’s charming, and he knows how to give people what they want.” “If Shepherd is stupid, how did he manage to organize an army?” “That was Reverend Samuels, sir, and Samuels is dead. David Shepherd is a golden retriever. He means well, and people like him, but he’s easily led, and useless on his own. That’s why Samuels picked him. Every success we’ve had since his death has been just unimaginable luck.” “What are you saying?” “We’re lost without Samuels. If you’re thinking of using the AFG for anything, you’ll be lost, too.” Achish sighs heavily and thinks in silence for a moment. Abby, with deep sincerity, “I hope this doesn’t affect the borderlands deal.” Achish: “The paper is signed. I can’t very well go back on it, can I?” A brilliant smile breaks over Abby’s face, “So the deal is safe?” “Yes. The Borderlands are autonomous and will remain so.” “Well, if you don’t mind, sir, I have to go celebrate with my friends.” “Very well.” Abby gets up to leave. Achish: “You’re a very talented negotiator, Miss Hatch.” “Thank you, sir.” “I’d be honored to have you as a diplomat for Gath.” Abby hesitates, “I have to think about that, sir. Good night.” “Good night.”

David and everyone wait around the bar/stage area of the hotel, which is decorated for a party, complete with kegs and a DJ booth. David sits talking privately to Doug, “We need to get out of Gath. I’ve got this crazy idea, I don’t know if it’s gonna work, but I’m hoping it will.” Doug: “If you aren’t going to be in Gath, where are you going to go?” “Abby wants to talk to the Queen of Moab, see if she can help us at all. But beyond that, I dunno. It’s impossible to look too far into the future at this point.” Abby comes hurrying into the hotel. David stands and greets her, “How’d it go?” Abby, breathless: “It fucking worked! Time for step two!”

Cut to a rager the likes of which Gath has ever seen. Asher mans the DJ table while everyone chugs booze. David, who is shirtless, Abby, and Isaiah, who is dressed like an alien general from a video game, nervously look out a window that overlooks the entrance of the palace. David: “It’s not working. Should we make the music louder?” Abby: “Any louder we’ll all go deaf.” Isaiah: “I know what to do. Meet me on the roof.”

On the roof, David shivers and talks to Abby. Abby: “Achish wants me as a diplomat.” David: “Shit. Well, maybe this will work.”“I don’t know. I think I have to do something. ” “If you want to be a diplomat for Gath, I won’t stop you.” “I fucking don’t, that’s the problem! I have to do something that will make Achish never respect me again.” “Don’t ruin your dignity or reputation for me, okay?” “Okay.” Isaiah appears behind them, his arms crammed with fireworks: “I make these in my spare time. I’ve been dying to light these babies of for weeks!” He sets up a roman candle and lights it off. He names the chemical responsible for each color, “Strontium carbonate! Calcium chloride! Sodium chloride!” David: “It’s like chemistry porn!”

Achish, asleep next to Lena in his bed, is awakened by loud booms. Panic-stricken, he runs to his window, and sees fireworks going off over the hotel. “OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE!”

Abby spots movement at the entrance of the palace, “Oh, shit, its working!” Everyone runs downstairs. In the bar area, David runs up to Jack, who is also shirtless, wearing tight pants, and lots of black eyeliner, “Come on!” They go up on stage. David grabs two microphones from the DJ station and hands one to Jack. He grabs a plastic crown and puts it on his head. “Hit it!” At the front of the hotel, Arthur, Sean, and Ethan guard the door. Achish and his security men go up to them. Achish: “What’s going on in there?!” Sean: “Autonomy, man, the people want to celebrate!” “Let me in!” Ethan: “Yeah we can’t really do that…” Achish: “I’m the fucking king in this country, not Shepherd!” Achish pushes the brothers out of the way and wrenches the door open. On stage, David and Jack, arms around each other’s shoulders, scream sing along to “Mr. Brightside.” Michelle, in a plastic tiara, dances on the bar. Achish walks into the hotel, and is immediately accosted by Isaiah in full cosplay glory, “Halt, human scum!” Achish’s security men knock him over and keep going in. They see Shay, who is making out with the female recruit from earlier. She sees them and makes the international sign for cunnilingus. In the bar area, Abby has a sudden moment of inspiration: “I know what I have to do!” She goes over to the nearest person, who happens to be Doug, “I need to borrow your shoulders!” She proceeds to climb up on his back. Across the room, Joel talks to one of his friends, “I’m sorry for doing this, but it’s for the greater good!” Friend: “FUCKING DO IT, MAN!” Joel punches him as hard as he can, knocking him straight into Achish as he goes into the room. Jack and David scream sing the chorus and jump up and down in time with the beat. Before the security guys can get to Joel’s friend, he gets right back up on his feet, and brawls with Joel. Michelle pretends to sniff a suspicious white powder. Abby points Doug toward Achish, “Over there, over there!” Doug staggers over towards Achish. Abby rips her top off, “TITS OUT FOR BORDERLAND AUTONOMY! WHOOOOOOO!” Doug trips and they both topple over. Jack and David’s performance reaches its off-key climax, “I’M MR. BRIGHTSIDE!” Achish goes over to the DJ table and rips all the wires out. The music stops, grinding the party to a halt with it. Achish: “What in god’s name is this?!” David: “Uh, we’re celebrating? Thanks to DJ Hillel for the sweet tunes.” Asher gives a thumbs-up, “Shalom, motherfucker.” Achish: “End this party. Now.” David steps forward, concern and sincerity on his face, “Oh, shit, I didn’t- I’m sorry if I upset you, man, I just… That’s my home. I want to do what’s good for it, and when something good happens, I want to celebrate. Because we really haven’t had a whole lot of reasons to. Autonomy under Gath is going to be so much better than anything under Silas. That’s incredible, man! I have something I can hope for, now!” Achish eyes David warily. David: “This… this won’t hurt anyone, will it?” Achish: “End the party now, and it won’t. And no more fireworks.” Achish turns and leaves. David, “Good night, sir!” The door closes. Abby goes up to David, “He’s seen my tits. He’s never going to look me in the eye again, much less want to work with me.” David: “Okay. Thanks for your noble sacrifice.” Jack laughs, and David has to smile, “I think it worked. Let’s all go to bed. We’ll clean this mess up tomorrow.”

David, Jack, Michelle, and Doug all walk down a hallway. David, to Jack, arm around his shoulder: “Mr. Brightside always makes me want to fuck your brains out.” Michelle, “Can you not say that in front of his sister?!” Jack laughs, “We should be idiots more often.” They go off into their respective rooms, and Doug, alone, goes into his at the end of the hallway. He enters his room, and gets a phone out of his suitcase. He calls a number, and on the other end, the head of the Gilboa spy agency listens in, Silas and Abner beside him. Spy head: “What do you have to report?” Doug: “Shepherd wants to leave Gath.” “Where is he going?” “He didn’t tell me. He was rushed and couldn’t talk, but he still believes I’m his friend. I’m pretty sure he trusts me. I just need to find enough time to really talk to him.” Abner: “Can you get a grasp on the morale of his followers?” “From what I’ve seen, everyone still loves Shepherd, and believes in him. There’s no dissent among the ranks.” Silas: “How are Jack and Michelle?” “I haven’t spoken to them, but from what I’ve seen, I’d say they’re happy to be here.” Silas: “That’s all I wanted to know. I’m going to bed.” Doug: “Good night, sir.”

#Kings

[beaglelinefics]

The Wedding: Part 2

NCT Yuta X Male Reader

Writer: Jaime

Part One

Masterlist

           “Does this tux make me look sexy?”

        Yuta groaned from the bed as you tried on your fancy outfit and admired yourself in the mirror. The two of you had checked into the hotel just after the ceremony and had around an hour before you had to be at the reception, and he had been sulking on the bed the entire time. He hadn’t seen any of his family yet—thank god—but he knew he’d be seeing them very soon, and he wasn’t looking forward to hearing their attempts to get him to go out with whatever poor girl they had lined up for him.

        “Yuta, dude.” You glanced over at him in the mirror and frowned. “Babe!”

        “Oh my god, what?”

        “Are you okay? You’ve been groaning and sighing since we got here!” You carefully draped the snazzy jacket over a chair, slipped into a more comfortable—and cheaper—outfit, and took a seat beside your “boyfriend” on the bed. “Want to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?”

        He sighed and flipped over so he could look up at you pitifully. “In an hour I’m going to have to face a family who up until this point hasn’t really believed I was gay, and I’m not completely sure how they’ll react to me having a boyfriend.” He shyly reached out to grab your hand and said, “They might say some things about you… I’m sorry for dragging you into this, Y/N.”

        “Hey, no, none of that,” you scolded lightly. “I can handle some mean comments from your family, but I can’t handle seeing you like this. Whatever they say or do to you… just know that I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

        Yuta smiled that pretty smile of his and squeezed your hand. After a month or so of hanging out, he was finally comfortable enough with you to pose as a believable couple. You had a great time together, and Hansol agreed the two of you could convince even him. The problem with all of this was you came to realize just how amazing Yuta was—in addition to how attractive he was—and you may or may not have developed a small crush. I mean, you spend enough time with someone like that in this sort of situation, and you’re bound to like them at some point. You just hoped you could survive the weekend and then get on with your life without kidding yourself into believing Yuta may actually like you back. This whole fake dating thing was harmful to your health; how could Yuta even look at you like that? Like he actually loved you? It just wasn’t fair!

        “Thank you, Y/N. Now let’s get ready and blow them all away.”

        He finally got up from the position he’d been in for hours and headed for the bathroom, probably to take a shower. He had admitted to you when he’d picked you up that he’d forgotten to take one this morning with how nervous he was about this whole thing. So thankfully he was going to remedy that. While he was off getting clean, you walked over to the closet and grabbed what Yuta had brought for the two of you to wear to this reception. Fancy tux and shiny shoes. Just the essentials. You took them over to the bed to lay them out nicely, even bringing over Yuta’s, and got ready to change. You’d gotten into the pants and were working on switching shirts when your companion exited the shower wearing a fluffy robe. You froze and stared at his in panic when you realized you were shirtless and very vulnerable; why had you decided to take a five-minute break and check your Instagram feed?!

        “Hey, Y/N, have you seen m…y…” he trailed off when he saw you standing by the bed half-naked and felt his body flush. He’d of course seen the pictures of you and Hansol on the beach when you two had celebrated your anniversary, but it was a lot different seeing your body in person. You had a very sexy body…

        “Have I seen your what?” you asked calmly, trying to seem as casual as possible, as if you walked around shirtless all the time. Well, I mean, you did, but that was in front of your roommates and any current boyfriend, not guys you liked!

        “Uh, my, uh… my hairbrush?”

        “Yeah, I think I saw it over here.”

        He watched as you wandered over to the desk and rifled through the bag he’d left on it, having far too good of a time admiring the way your muscles moved on your back every time you took a step. You let out a sound of victory when you finally found the lost item and grinned at your friend as you handed it over.

        “Thanks,” he muttered softly before locking himself in the bathroom again. He was fucked, man.

        “Hiya, Uncle Yuta!”

        Your “boyfriend” tensed when he heard the voice of a small voice call his name from behind him. The two of your stopped and turned to see a young woman attempting to calm down two energetic boys while another older boy smiled and waved. And meeting the family had now commenced. You felt your heart melt at how sweet the boy looked with his big eyes and dimpled smile. Pretty smiles definitely ran in Yuta’s family, that’s for sure. The boy left his mother’s side and ran up to you, throwing his arms around your companion happily.

        “Hey there, little one,” he greeted back as he returned the boy’s hug. “You guys want to take the elevator with us?”

        “We would love to,” the woman breathed in relief. She had finally managed to get a hold of her other two sons and herded all three of them into the lift with you and Yuta. “Who’s your friend here?”

        “Oh, right.” He slid his hand into yours and smiled at his family. “This is, Y/N, my boyfriend. Y/N, this is my cousin and the three little troublemakers she calls her children.”

        “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” she told you with a warm handshake. “I’m glad Yuta has found someone nice, and hopefully now my mom and aunts will stop their crusade. Forcing a girl onto Yuta is not going to make him straight. I mean, I should know.”

        “Pardon?”

        “I was pressured into a marriage that was doomed to fail,” she answered casually with a shrug. “After the birth of our third child, my husband and I realized we were both interested in the same thing: women.”

        “You’re kidding!” you laughed in surprise. “How’d your family take it?”

        “Let’s just say that this is the first gathering I’ve been invited to since I came out.”

        “She came out five years ago,” Yuta supplied helpfully.

        “Hey, maybe you’ll get an invite to Thanksgiving.”

        “Yeah, after I’m thirty maybe.”

        “Yeah, I wouldn’t hold much hope for that either,” she agreed. “Anyways, you look nice enough, and Yuta needed to find a nice person. Enjoy the festivities.”

        She waved to you both before corralling her children towards the table that held their name placards. On the other hand, Yuta led you straight to the bar. You watched him with raised eyebrows as he ordered some decently hard liquor and leaned against the counter to study his family.

        “Hey,” you started with a light hand on his arm, “we’re going to be just fine.”

        “I feel like I’m going to puke,” he admitted, and you could see that he did look kinda pale. He really did look like he was going to vomit.

        “Whoa, okay, no puking.” You placed a hand at the back of his neck and turned his head so he was looking at you and not at the party. “Just look at me, okay? We’re going to be fine. It’s just a party, Yuta.”

        “Y/N, my entire family is here,” he reminded you. “They’re all here, and they’re all going to hate the fact that I have a boyfriend.”

        “Not all of them. Your cousin over there doesn’t hate me.”

        “Well she’s gay too!”

        “Okay, so who cares? Yuta, if your family hates who you are, then you shouldn’t have to try and appease them in any way. My parents? They still won’t talk to me, and I came out to them six years ago. I’ve given them space and time to come around, and I still call them on Christmas every year, but I don’t try to appease them or make them happy. They don’t deserve that.” You smiled and rubbed Yuta’s cheek with your thumb reassuringly. “If your family doesn’t accept who you are, you owe them nothing. So let’s just go out there and have a good time, okay?”

        “…Yeah, okay,” he finally agreed with a nod of his head. “Let’s fucking rage, babe.”

        “Without the alcohol,” you added as he tried to grab the drinks he’d ordered. “We’re not here to get plastered. This is a classy establishment.”

        “Fine, whatever.”

        He quickly kissed your cheek before dragging you to the table that held your names. Wait a sec… did he just kiss your cheek? You were about to ask him, but then he was pulling out a chair for you and you had no choice but to sit there and smile politely to the other guests seated at your table. That sneaky bastard…

        “Yuta! So glad you came!” an older man greeted happily. “And you brought a friend! That’s great. So much better than showing up stag. You have a wingman now!”

        “Uh, actually, I don’t need a wingman,” Yuta informed his family member.

        “Finally got yourself a nice girl? Good for you, man!”

        “No, I—“

        “Yuta!”

        “Fuck me,” Yuta whispered when a shrill voice called to him. I mean, if he was offering, you had no—

        Suddenly a woman was shoving herself between you and Yuta and waving over a pretty girl from the other side of the room. You could only assume this was one of the aunts trying to set Yuta up with a girlfriend. What a bitch.

        “Yuta, I’m so happy you could make it,” the aunt was telling her nephew. “We missed you at the ceremony! We were so worried you wouldn’t be able to come, but I just had a feeling you would so I invited this lovely young lady for you to meet.”

        “Uh, hi, I’m Yuta,” he introduced himself awkwardly.

        “Here, let’s make some space for her,” Yuta’s aunt insisted as she started to push at your chair. Oh, hell no.

        “Look, I appreciate getting the invite, and of course I’d come to support my cousin in her union to what’s-his-face, but you trying to set me up with this girl is not okay,” Yuta told her as he grabbed your chair to keep you from being yanked away from him. “It’s incredibly rude and bigoted, actually, and I came here already with someone special. I’d like you to meet Y/N, my boyfriend.”

        He took your hand and pulled you up to your feet, glaring at his aunt as you just smiled and waved awkwardly. “Hello, pleasure to meet you,” you offered to the half of the room that was now paying attention to what was going on.

        “So you have a boyfriend now?”

        “Yes. I do.”

        “You bring a boyfriend to my daughter’s wedding and think we’d be okay with it?” she scoffed. “I go through all the trouble of finding a nice girl for you to meet, and you think it’d be fine to bring a boyfriend? That’s what I like to call ungrateful.”

        “Mom!” the bride gasped out in horror as she rushed over to the scene. “Mom, stop it! What are you doing? Oh my god, Yuta, I am so sorry!”

        “Oh, hey, congrats on the whole wedding thing.”

        “Thank you! Congrats on your boyfriend.” She leaned in and whispered, “He’s cute.”

        “I know, right?” Your eyes widened upon hearing Yuta agree that you were cute. “Where’s what’s-his-face?”

        “You know, one of these days you’re going to learn his name.”

        “Never see that happening.”

        She rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. “Seriously though, I’m glad you came, and I’m glad you brought along the cute boy you’ve been admiring for a while. Now, Mom, let’s leave these two alone and go over here, shall we?”

        They left the two of you alone, and Yuta cleared his throat awkwardly when you turned to grin at him.

        “Let’s go dance!”

        He dragged you onto the dance floor and nervously started to move to the beat. All the while you couldn’t wipe that huge grin off your face, and he knew he couldn’t avoid the topic for much longer.

        “So,” you began casually, “you’ve been admiring me for a while?”

        “Y/N, can we just—“

        “Uh, no, sir, you need to answer the question.”

        “Okay, so, yes, I’ve liked you for a long time now,” he admitted with a sigh. “I remember seeing pictures of you and Hansol together and thought you were cute, and then we got partnered together in BioChem, and I was a goner. So when I got invited to the wedding and Ten suggested I get a fake boyfriend, I immediately thought of you.”

        “Why?”

        “Because I was hoping all this pretending would make you like me for real.”

        “Hm… interesting assumption.”

        He narrowed his eyes as you took the opportunity to take the lead. All of this was very interesting to say the least.

        “Are you making fun of me?” he asked.

        “Oh, absolutely. But I will say you got lucky here, sweetheart. All this pretending did make me like you for real.”

        “Oh, shit, really?”

        “Yep!”

        “…So, then, like… would you want to go out with me after this?”

        “Yuta, you will not be able to get rid of me easily.”

        “Good to know.” The two of you swayed there for a few moments before you realized Yuta was staring at you. “Can I… Can I kiss you?”

        A smile tugged at your lips. “All you have to do is ask.”

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Some upcoming films:

Apples are not the only fruit. I think that tomatoes are too, but I'm not sure; I'll look it up.

  Swirly Fortescue (Bobby Ball) is an ageing gay fella living in San Francisco with his younger lover Busty Hamilton (Dean Gaffney). The local government has decided to bulldoze the entire area that these two live in so that a lucrative bingo and whist drive hall can be built, and, due to Swirly having bet all their savings on Sunderland staying in the Premier League, they are totally skint, and have no choice but to move in with Busty’s homophobic, beer-swilling older brother Bruck (John Goodman). What follows is a moving look at the breaking down of barriers and prejudices, as Bruck slowly begins to appreciate musicals, John Barrowman, washing his pits and genitals EVERY day, and arty black and white posters of blokes with their big cocks out dotted all over the walls of his home, whilst simultaneously teaching them about indoor plumbing (not a euphemism), the correct belt fitting on your jeans so that just the right amount of bum-cleavage shows on the building site when you bend over, and farting into your mate’s pint in the pub when he goes for a shit.

  No-one came back alive; not even me.

  Drudge Hanktankerson (Clint Eastwood), is an old-timey sort living in a retirement home in California. Over time this cantankerous old codger befriends the young nurse L’il Sue Sugarstick (you won’t know her; crackin’ tits though), and eventually he begins to regale her with the harrowing tales of his time during World War Two. You will cry with her as he tells of his eighteen year old friend Brank Guthammmer dying screaming alone in a shell-hole, after a Stuka blows both his earlobes off; you will laugh as Drudge regales her with lighter battlefield moments, such as the time the lads painted a hand-grenade to look like a tin of Skol, and gave it to “Simple Dave” to pull the ring-pull; you will cry again as the lads bury Simple Dave ten minutes later; and you will have uncomfortable feelings, and mutter “this bit’s shit” to your girlfriend, during the bit where the young soldiers skinny dip in a French river.  

  Cropper.

  In this long-overdue Hollywood blockbuster based on the Coronation Street character, Channing Tatum is Roy Cropper, a man slightly flustered one reasonably busy Tuesday afternoon, when a minibus full of pensioners stops by and cleans him out of baps. In a performance already creating a strong Oscar buzz, Channing displays the full gamut of Roy’s emotional range, as we watch him ring Rita (Meryl Streep) to see if she has any baps in stock, and ask Gemma (Elizabeth Hurley) to mind the shop for a bit while he nips to the Cash and Carry. 

  Deaded to Death.

   Steven Segal (no way!) is Bronson Masticator, a retired UFC bigbone-weight world champion, down on his luck after gambling and drinking away all of his fortune. He now ekes out a living as a human panda in a shit zoo in the rough part of a rough town in a rough, intentionally vague South American country. He also bounces for a share of the tips and all the Fray Bentos pies he can eat at a local titty bar, run by the shady gangster Fuego “the castrator” Del Monte. One night Bronson witnesses a couple of Fuego’s heavies manhandling Paula Shane, the massively-popular drag tribute to Hi-de-Hi actor Paul Shane, currently on a massive stadium tour of South America, into the back of the club. Upon waking up the next morning in his rusty old caravan, he turns on his cracked old black and white television to see that the news is devoted to a $50 million ransom demanded for the return of Paula, and he must decide whether to do the right thing and take on his boss and assorted henchmen and free Paula, or keep his mouth shut and keep the Fray Bentos flowing.

  Paedon't you want Me?

   Gareth Possibly is a shy, thirty-four year old hamster-herder from Wolverhampton, who forms an attachment to Samantha Alannsuger, who moves in next door with her mother. A sweet bond unfolds between the pair of them over one long, hot summer, with Gareth slowly emerging from his brittle shell in the company of this talkative giggler, but complications inevitably set in as feelings go unreciprocated, and the nursery threaten to call the authorities if he doesn’t back off.

  Blood of the Chaffinch.

   Even eighteen year olds are advised to watch this accompanied by an older adult, so frightening is it rumoured to be. In Argentina forty two women fainted just upon seeing a badly-bootlegged t-shirt bearing the lead chaffinch hanging on a washing line, and at the premiere in Los Angeles one woman went into labour in the cinema, despite not being pregnant when the film started. The baby came out covered in BLOOD. Due to these haunting stories, the film has gained notoriety even before its world-wide release, and many reckon that it will do for chaffinches what Jaws did for Great Whites.   

  Cold cold Heart.  

   This Inuit romance wowed the critics at the inaugural Macduff film festival, causing many of the film critics to pretend to shed a manly tear, in the hope of a sympathy tug in the bogs afterwards.  Wee Beely Johnson is a lonely Inuit igloo salesman, doomed to a solitary life spent ploughing the snowwoman he has built most nights, or trying to convince himself that the three month old seal carcass in his front room is a comely mermaid. One night he finds a woman trapped by her leg in a bear trap he has set, and as she slowly recuperates in his igloo conservatory, feelings grow. It takes him four hours to feel his way through all the layers of fur, but eventually the relationship is consummated, and they live happily ever after. Well, until she starts to rot, being a fucking bear corpse that the mad old cunt has been shagging in the delusion that it’s a tidy bint.   

  The wrong Trousers.

   Hollywood live-action remake of Wallace and Gromit, starring Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson as Wallace, and Andy Serkis as a motion-capture CGI Gromit. In this slightly-tweaked story Wallace is a grizzled cop who doesn’t play by the rules, and Gromit is his loyal German Shepherd police dog. When investigating a drug deal the pair come to the attentions of the powerful drug lord “El Capitano”, who kills all of Gromit’s closest relatives, and blows up Wallace’s opulent beach-front property; that he can somehow afford on his policeman’s salary. The pair must hunt down El Capitano and put him out of business before he does the same to them, something not helped by Wallace’s alcohol problem. Also starring Charize Theron as the love interest. For Wallace, you sick bastard. 

  "Sorry Dad, you're breaking up, I'm just heading into a fudge tunnel". 

   This hilarious comedy stars Zac Efron as Billy Fronc, an eighteen year old who lives for partying with his friends. Mark Wahlberg is his seventeen year old buddy, “Stoner” Crud Mazzwick, and Adam Sandler is twenty year old layabout Freez Dirklange. After losing a bet with Crud’s older brothers Broxton and Steele, the three must spend a Saturday night at the city’s notorious gay club Oooooo, Get You! Initially reluctant to mingle in case they catch gay, after a few rounds of confidence-boosting and trouser-slackening tequila they are soon dancing up a storm on the dancefloor with their new friends.  Well, apart from Wahlberg’s character of course; he had it written into the script that he won’t let any “bummer” near his meat and two meat (no girly veg for Mark), and in fact his character gets into a fight with three burly homosexual men after one of them gives a lascivious look in the vague direction of Mark’s ashtray.

Mark wins.

Obviously.

   No room at the inn for Jar Jar.

   This sombre, black and white documentary follows what happens to Jar Jar Binks, after his unpopular starring role in some shit prequel or other. A sobering look at the American dream gone wrong, we follow a desolate Jar Jar as he repeatedly auditions for further acting roles, only to be turned away time and time again. We watch his slow descent into alcoholism, every drink punctuated by his sobbed mutterings of “Meesa fuckwit”, as he tortures himself watching a worn-out DVD of his only major role over and over again.

  No tulips in December.

   Sally Algernon (Dot Cotton) has been living in the old people’s home of her quiet part of Boston for seven years now. Her husband long dead and her children busy washing their hair, besides exchanging pleasantries with the nurses she has little to fill her days, apart from an ongoing feud with Gertrude Begonia (Honor Blackman) over who gets to sit in the best chair in the TV room. All this changes when a new gardener, Bowl Funterton (Russ Abbott), begins tending the gardens of the home (again, not a euphemism). Seeing his shirtless exertions, with his darts-honed physique and rippling liver spots, awakens feelings in Sally that she had thought long dormant. Soon she is flirting suggestively over a plate of Hobnobs, and being “accidently” caught walking cardigan-less in front of her window, with its deliberately open curtains. Unfortunately, there is a spanner in the works in her attempts to attract his attentions: she is surrounded by young, attractive NURSES, so she could ride a unicorn whilst juggling the Arsenal youth team and farting the theme tune to EastEnders perfectly, and she still wouldn’t be able to drag Bowl’s eyes away from young Samantha’s shapely arse.  

  A banjo for Billy.

   Cuthbert Faintlyaromatic and his wife Cynthia are dealt a crushing blow when, after seven years of trying, they finally have a child, only for young Billy to be born with the rare disease Kenny Loggins’ contraption. With knees for eyes, hairy teeth, a hunch-back AND a hunch-bum, continuous flatulence, an ingrown penis (on his tongue), and an allergy to his own nostrils, there is as yet no known cure for this horrible affliction, and those first few months tested their partnership to its limits. Just when things seemed totally desolate, a kindly doctor rescues them from despair, when he hands over an old banjo of his Grandads in exchange for Billy, as he needs something to lay on the floor in front of his living room door, to keep the draught out. Oh, did you think that maybe Billy would grow up and find meaning in his existence with the discovery of a musical gift or summat? Sorry. 

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I had a massive headache at this point and going out to drink just did not sound appealing. I exaggerated the headache even more and gave the girls the go-ahead to continue the night without me. We ate an early dinner at the hotel restaurant but my head was still killing me. Instead, we are looking at bushes and shrubs in much need of a pruning, stunning view of the fence and the crest of the grassy hill that over-looks that very lovely ocean view we were promised. " I'm barely through my sentence when the both of them are leaving a dust trail in their wake to hit the bars. I'm 31, 5'5, bright green eyes, medium length dark-blonde hair. It's my birthday weekend and dammit, I want to relax, 'not' get shit-faced. I go take a long nap and feeling a bit better but not enough to go out for the evening. Honestly, I just wanted to get some sleep and head back to the room. Trish feigns that, "ohh you sure you don't want me to come back with you? 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"Soo, do you often get wet when balls fly at your face? " I put on my good lowcut top to show off my non-existent cleavage and freshen up down below. I had to hook up with him at some point that weekend. Our walk-n-talk goes on for about 10mins or so and he puts his arm around my waist. Don is now sporting this god-awful tacky Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts that have an honest to goodness tear along the sides that could hide a badger in them an flip-flops that look like something he recycled from an 80's vintage store. I love a man who doesn't take things seriously. Turns out, the pool side bar was closed and he had to go into the restaurant bar to get it only they didn't allow no-shirts, blah blah blah, he went out of his way to get me that drink. By the 30min mark my head is on his shoulders and his hands are on my hip. My man in fleshy armor is waiting by the pool and he's looking GOOOOOD. 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I'm not an exhibitionist nor do I actively do PDA, but I was caught up in the moment. We had wondered far enough away from the hotel that we couldn't see it anymore but nearing the next track of beach houses. I loved it knowing there was nobody around. Being nervous as fuck, he undid my shorts and slid them down to my ankles as I scanned up and down the beach to make sure there weren't anyone out for a walk. Instant shivers up and down my spine. Nobody could see us from the road or houses but we were in full open view to the shoreline if someone was walking along the beach. I barely had time to fully register that my bottoms were on the sand when I feel his tongue lick my lower lips. I actually hunched over from the wave of shocking pleasure. His hand found their way off my head and gripped my ass cheek in a firm hold. He was giving me standing oral, on a beach, at night and in a few hours it would be my birthday! It was actually too much for me as my system was in overload. I pause, look up and give him "the look". Don had led me up to a rocky cove of shore and bushes where it was semi secluded. His cock was average yet rock hard. I pulled down the remnants of the torn cloth he called shorts and I yanked down his boxers. I pulled Don away to stand him upright. He gasped and rolled his head back to stare at the stars. Holy SHIT this was hot. I got up off my knees from the sand and brushed myself off. His taste was good too. With both of our shorts and underwear at our ankles, Don plunged his dick into me and it felt good. He took the opportunity of my bent frame to position himself behind me and rub his cock up and down my slit. I know he is average but damn if it didn't feel perfect going in and out. Up the coast near where the hotel was, we saw some flashlights in the distance heading our way. I knew he wouldn't last long so I wanted him inside me first. I engulfed his dick into my mouth and swallowed it whole. I recovered from the shock and arched my head back as my hand felt onto the back of his head. Don and I were enjoying ourselves too much to care at that point as both of us were on the verge. I grabbed hold of it at the base and teased it with some girly licks. I had already finished and working towards a second as Don was still pounding away when we heard the familiar jiggle of a dog collar. My sand filled panties and shorts flew back around my hips but Don had a harder time as his cock was still stone hard and I could tell he was struggling. The fucking dog that we heard came bounding up to us happily to greet new guests. I felt a small yet much needed orgasm coming and it hit me hard and fast. Feel free to say that in Doug's voice. The owner strolled up a minute or two later with a look of disgust at the two of us. New smells coming from their crotches. The weather beaten old man just grumbled under his breath and never acknowledge our hellos and casual attempts at a greeting. We made our way down to the beach again trying to look nonchalant and just a couple out for a stroll. SHOW STOPPER as we knew it was close and there wasn't much time. He attached the leash to his precious dog to prevent our sexual taint from disturbing his innocent nose. Poor guy could only cum once to my half dozen or so times. Performance anxiety I guess because he really didn't want to get caught by my friends as they walked in. Don and I wasted no time in stripping off our clothes and fucking like rabbits for the next half hour or so. Ok, looks like he knew what we were doing. like the college group didn't know what he actually just did. Don eventually gave up on the second orgasm and quickly showered to wash off the sex we had. Poor naive good-guy knight. We made our way back to the hotel, made a quick view of the parking lot to check if Trish and Angie were back and made a bee line to my room. submitted by ThrowawayCumbackF [link] [comment] Maybe it was the thought of being caught, or knowing we could be at any moment, it sent me over the edge fast.