#{ The wifey is a special case. }

[chronosbled]

Since there is a chant. She bites the husband. <3

☣ — EVEN THOUGH HE SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED AS MUCH, there's still a light gasp that escapes his lips, followed by a shiver that travels down his spine as he feels a pair of teeth sink into the exposed skin of his shoulder — all because he decided that he would wear a shirt that exposed the top of his shoulders instead of being completely covered like usual, mainly because he had only woken up a few minutes ago and hadn't tossed on the right shirt. It takes all he has to not utter any type of sound, but he couldn't help the whine that follows, a hand reaching upward as he gently brushed his fingers over the freshly made mark once the other was finished with her handiwork. "You know," his voice comes forth rather shaky, "no matter how many times you do that... I always get caught off guard." A clear shade of color taking quickly taking over his features. "It's kinda hot though~."

[skz-streamer]

10 Items Stray Kids' Y/n Carries Around In Her Bag

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Here are the 10 items that Stray Kids' Y/n keeps in her bag!

By: Bae, Kpopmap Editor 4 min to read  ·  Published : Date 08/26/33 ~63,562 Views

Stray Kids are a leading 4th generation idol group that has captured the hearts of millions across the globe. Their schedule is jampacked, especially with their most recent comeback. They show no signs of slowing down as they are set to attend many upcoming events.

Despite being busy and always on the road, Stray Kids', Y/n joined W Korea for a photoshoot. In behind the scenes content, the member was also able to share what's in her bag. These items hold a special meaning and are absolutely essential for the life of the busy idol.

Check out what's in Y/n's bag down below!

1. A Set Of Dice

"Oh, you won't believe the chaos this purse can tame! First off, there's my set of Louis Vuitton dice that Felix gifted me, its a little extra I know :) Whenever things get crazy, it's like a quick coin flip to decide our fate. It's a fun and easy way to lighten the mood."

2. A Hair Clip

"I always like to keep a hair clip in here. It's this beautiful gold star shaped clip with dangling stars – perfect for those impromptu hair-up moments. It's functional and adds a touch of style to any situation."

3. A Mini Jewelry Case

"I've got a mini jewelry case, too. It's not just for me; all the members use it to keep our jewelry safe when we're on the go. You know how we all love our accessories, and this little case is a lifesaver."

4. A Mini Hairbrush

"Of course, a mini hairbrush is a must. You never know when you'll need to fix up your hair, especially with all the performances and appearances we do."

5. Lip Tint

"Lip tint is another staple. I use it all the time to keep my lips looking lively and fresh. It's that perfect touch of color for any moment."

6. Mini Makeup Kit + Makeup Wipes

"I've got this adorable mini makeup kit from Milk, along with a pack of makeup wipes. It's a quick way to touch up our makeup and stay looking flawless, even during the busiest days."

7. Re-useable Tissue Holder

"For the environmentally conscious side of me, there's a reusable tissue holder with tissues inside. It's great for those unexpected sneezes or quick clean-ups. Plus, it doubles as a napkin in a pinch."

8. Mini fan + Power Bank

"You know how unpredictable the weather can be, so I carry around a mini fan with a power bank. Staying cool and charged – it's like a dream come true."

9. Self Defense Alarm

"I've also got a self-defense alarm, just in case. Even though my boys are always there for me, it's important to be cautious. Safety first, after all."

10. Perfume

"And the cherry on top – a mini bottle of Miss Dior eau de toilette. It's a classic scent that my mom used, so it holds a special place in my heart. A quick spray and I'm feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world."

"So, there you have it! My purse is a mix of practicality, style, and memories. It's like a little piece of me that I carry everywhere."

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[glitteringsunshine]

Pairing : Aaron Hotchner x reader wife

 

“ Honey I am home” I say entering home. I was welcomed with the smell of delicious dinner. Sorry I missed lunch with your parents wifey. Had to work the case. I promise to make up for it with your parents.”

“ No need they understand.” “ But you can definitely make up to me, tonight in bed.” She whispers.

“ Where are the kids?” I ask.

“ Christmas shopping with my parents. Jack wanted to buy some of those special Christmas cookies and muffins, and our darling daughter has a very particular preferences in what clothes she wants to buy for Christmas. “

“ Well she definitely  inherits that from her Mum” I chuckle. “ Ohh you gotta admit you love shopping as much as her. Maybe perhaps a tad bit more.”

“ I know , but this one over here is making me really tired .” she says rubbing her belly.

“ Daddy loves you kiddo” I whisper against her stomach.

“ Well Daddy has some work to do. Pregnancy hormones are really making Mum horny” she blushes.

“ Good thing we have the house all by ourselves  for sometime then” I chuckle before leading her on the couch. I make her sit on the couch. Then I kneel down in front of her pushing her skirt up and taking off her panties. I rub her clit before fingering. I pumped hard making her cum before going down on her. She came on my tongue.

She pulls me up to kiss me before she be pushed me on to the couch. She unzipped my pants taking my hard cock in her hands stroking it. Then she bent her head down kissing and licking my manhood as I held her head steady , making sure her jaw doesn’t hurt.

“ Babe” I whisper. “ I want to be inside you “ .

She nods looking into my eyes. “ Please “ she whispers reflecting my desire. I sit down on the couch , making her straddle me. I took off her top and bra sucking and kneading on her tender and highly sensitive breast as she rubbed herself against me. Then I lined my cock against her entrance before entering her. We moved together before she came on my cock and I kissed her deeply claiming all her moans. As she came again ,I came inside her shooting my load inside her pussy.

“ Y/N “ I said panting. “ That was incredible.”

“ Yes. “ she pants.

“ I love you my darling wife” I say gently kissing her forehead and patting her head.

“ I love you too Aaron” she whispers as I pull her closer cuddling her before brushing my lips against hers.

I heard Y/N’s parents’s car pulling up in the driveway. Then the doorbell rang.

We jumped to adjust our clothes as our kids came in with their grandparents excitedly showing us what they have shopped.

“ Phew that was close “ I whispered in Y/N’s ears.

“ I know. Imagine my parents and our kids catching me topless and you with your pants down” she chuckled.

“ Ready to pick up where we left off,  tonight darling” I whispered. “ We have the master bedroom all to ourselves”

“ You bet Mr.”

[stinkysam]

Monkey D. Luffy - Cook.

Warning : nsfw, top!reader

Genre : smut

Synopsis : "Luffy x Dom Male Reader smut. Sanji don’t like the reader and Luffy get on Sanji case taking up for reader even tho reader can beat Sanji up then luffy and reader have smutty time!" - @kai-wifey

Reader : male (you/yours)

-cis women dni-

Luffy found you and Sanji's constant arguing funny until he heard how serious that was.

You used to work at the Baratie too, and like Sanji you liked to cook special dishes. Making them look better than they're supposed. Making fine looking plates. You liked Sanji because you understood each other.

Until the day Zeff got fed up of your special cooking. While he couldn't fire Sanji due to his ties with him, he could put him as a waiter for some time. But with you it was different. He could fire you, and he did.

Since that day, you held a grudge against Sanji, who should've been fired with you.

You knew it wasn't his fault, but you couldn't help it, it annoyed you, he should've stood up for you.

Luffy tried to get in between you two, to calm you down, not wanting you to actually hurt each other as you were about to.

"[Name], Sanji, calm down." He shrugged, a hand on yours and Sanji's chest. "You can start over."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as Sanji took a step back, looking away, both of you visibly annoyed.

"Then ask him why he didn't stand up for me ?"

Sanji said nothing, avoiding eye contact.

"I said enough." Said Luffy, a bit louder this time. "You should've stood up for your friend." He said to Sanji. "And you should drop it." He said to you. "You're not at Baratie anymore. No one will get fired for their cooking or plate dressing." He was looking at the both of you.

You huffed, looking away before walking out of the room. Luffy quickly followed you.

"[Name] ?"

"What."

"Do you really not like Sanji ?"

"All I know is that he should've been fired with me."

"Yeah but do you hate him ?"

"A bit. Why did you chose him ?"

"Because he fed us."

You sighed. Right.

"Wanna fuck ?" You suddenly ask and he looks at you, confused. "I've got a lot of pent up energy now and I don't know what to do with it, so let's fuck."

"Okay." He grinned.

You pushed Luffy in the bedroom as he giggled before climbing on the hammock, waiting for you expectantly.

But you didn't climb in it, instead you placed yourself between his legs and kissed him, your hands traveling his body as a chill ran down his spine.

You moved one hand down his pants, caressing his soft cock. You continued stroking him until he grew hard, whining for you to remove his pants, feeling too tight around him.

You tugged on them, helping him remove them and pushed him slightly on his back, holding himself in balance on the hammock. You still jerked him as your thumb prodded at his asshole, teasing him.

"Come on… [Name]."

Luffy tried to hump your finger in hope you'd push it in, and you did, slowly inserting your thumb inside him. He grimaced before smiling, quickly adjusting to your finger.

"Ah… fuck…"

You pushed it in and out, watching his hole swallow your thumb entirely as you spat on it so it would be easier to move. You stopped jerking him to caress his thighs, giving him a good slap, making him yelp before rubbing them, soothing the area.

You slapped them again and he hissed, head hanging back.

"[Naaame]." He whined.

His dick was already drooling, beads of precum rolling down his cock. You stroked him again, spreading it on his hard member as he moaned your name quietly.

Yours was throbbing in your pants, wanting only one thing, to stuff him full. So you removed them, freeing your hard cock and you took your thumb out of him before pushing your dick in.

You watched as his ass slowly engulfed you, taking you in inch by inch. Luffy was watching too with a grimace, not liking how slow you were going.

It made you smile before slapping the rest of your dick inside him, making him gasp and moan loudly.

Once fully inside you wasted no time, fucking him with the help of the hammock, using it like a swing. Watching him bounce on your cock as moans and whines left his lips.

"Right there ! Right there ! Right there ! Oh !" He closed his eyes as you hit his prostate repeatedly, wrapping his legs around you to keep you close.

But you stopped him, pushing his legs open as you continued your pounding inside his snug ass. It felt perfect.

You grabbed his face, pulling him closer as you continued your fucking.

"I don't need you… to interfere between me and Sanji." You say, hoping he's hearing you through his moans.

"It's my duty as a- as a captain- ah ! To make sure- everyone gets along ! Ngh-" He said and you chuckled. Fuck, he was kinda right.

"Can't argue with that."

"Eheh. Ah." He managed to smile and laugh through your thrusts, holding his hat against his head, proud of himself.

You quickened your pace, feeling your climax nearing. Luffy was close too, precum pooling on his stomach. You grabbed his dick, jerking him again.

You both came soon after, panting and sighing as you shot your seed inside him and Luffy on his chest and your hand.

You rested like this for a moment, catching your breath and you pulled out, drawing one last whine out of him.

He grinned again, straightening up, fingers playing a bit with the cum on his stomach before bringing it to his lips to taste himself.

[peachesancreams]

Expanding on the Wives

everyones favorite asexual serial killer and his cute wifey! this one is marked mature as it is his serial killing days. I will be going into all their deaths on the third part so stay tuned~

Alastors wife

Okay so I said Al doesn’t remember how they first met and he doesn’t mainly because I personally headcanon that he has a lot of trauma in accordance with that time. Mainly at the hands of his father, which more then likely is one of the core manifestations of his future MO for being a serial killer, being that he killed ‘bad people’ and never outright leaned toward killing women. Do I think he did? Yeah someone had to have seen something at one point and Alastor isn’t one for lose ends. (I’m sorry guys you’re gonna see a lot of me info dumping, serial killers psyche and the types are a special interest of mine)

They meet when they were kids, him just running around New Orleans learning the streets and how to use the alleys to make a quick getaway. It had helped him more then on one occasion growing up in that day and age, more so when people knew of his parentage. Not that he was ashamed but rather no one Likes Pain much less children, and unfortunately other children will do as they see their parents do. Rosalind had been reading on the steps on the library when he had ran into her. It wasn’t any kind of meet cute considering they got into a argument about who’s fault it was, kids am I right?

They kiddos had decided that they both were ultimately at fault, him for running when Mama said not to rush and Rose for sitting on the steps where people walk. They’d shook on it and had spent the day talking about some radio stories, Alastor eventually telling her about his dream of being a host himself.

They meet up regularly and talked about the many things kids find important. Until Rosalind’s Pa died and her mother had to move them back up north. The saddest part was it all happened so rapidly, Rosalind hadn’t had time to find Alastor to tell him. Her mother kept Rosalind close to her through out the process of the funeral and the move, having heard of the company her daughters been keeping but also to grieve with her daughter.

Thus she moved away and Alastor slowly forgot the face of his friend. He remembers having a dear childhood friend but figured they, like everyone else heard of his heritage and left him.

Meanwhile up north Rosalind was dreaming of going back to the south. She thanked her lucky stars her fathers family lived down in Louisiana still, she sent letters often down to her cousins asking about life and how is dear New Orleans changing?

When she was 18 Rosalind decided to make the choice to move down south. Her mother had gotten a urgent letter from her aunt raving about how her cousins were living in sin and needed a good girl like Rosalind to guide them. Of course this was only partly the case, their cousins mother had actually passed in the fall and one them impersonated her as to fool Rosalind's mother.

They made this plan as to get Rosalind out from her mothers thumb, wanting her to stay close and up north together. It was not that Rosalind didn't love her mother she just didn't want to be smothered by her anymore.

Now for the second and remembered meeting!!

Once secure in the South her cousins had decided to celebrate! What better way to celebrate gaining independence in the 20's then going to Mimzy's club! Bonus her cousins worked there as showgirls(have to make money somehow...) so they were familiar with the atmosphere.

It had been fun, they drank and danced some. It was only when her cousins had been swept onto the dance floor by two different gentlemen that Rosalind finally felt conflicted. Truth be told she had been having mixed feelings all night, but now alone with the gazing of hungry men feasting on her flesh.

Heading to the bar she ordered herself a drink, trying to call the bartenders attention. It was when a smooth voice called above her head that the bartender finally looked over.

"John my good man! My usual drink for me, and one for the lady as well."

Now at this time Al has been establishing himself in his career for a while, I imagine at this time he had actually just scored his first segment. It was some news on event in town and weather reports, he still has a small way to go till he can report on what he really wants. The Local Crime segments, the man who does it now Tyler put people to sleep the way he drones.

He had come to Mimzy's tonight to stalk his next hunt. His radio career wasn't the only one he had been curating and growing with time. He started his murder career with a truly vile man, his father. No one thought much of the hunting accident, his father was a drunk and many had the opinion it had been bound to happen. Filled eith righteous fury, he went after only villainous people. Muggers, rapists, a fellow murderer, and well an unfortunate witness.

Alastor had been eyeing this particular prey for a while, a rapist who preyed on woman. Alastor had watched his prey pick out his own prey for the evening, watched him circle like a vulture. He took notice of the woman, a soft smile on her face but discomfort colored her brows. It stirred something in him, a flash of his mothers face making his grin feel strained.

Alastor doesn't know why and could only put it to words after when he was in Hell. He interrupted his preys hunt to intercept the woman, buying her a drink. The conversation was stimulating, and having her not fawn over him was a nice change. Despite his small role in the station his popularity grows by the day. What can he say, he has a voice made for radio!

They hit it off from there, him quietly offing his prey another night. No need for vermin like him to linger around. After all Ms. Rosalind frequently met him at Mimzy's so there no reason not to keep the place...tidy so to speak.

Rosalind felt like she was in a fairytale, not only was she able to get a job as a poster painter(lots of prints were handmade back then!) but Alastor, a radio host with a career on the rise, seemed to fancy her.

She didn't realize who Alastor was until they'd gotten married, saw a picture of him and his mom he kept in the back of a bible. She also realized he didn't remember her, it made her a little sad but she remembered the bruises he would show up with and forgave him in her heart.

Speaking of, they were only together for like a month before getting married. And the proposal was at his house! He made dinner and lit candles, and made sure to be his most charming.

Rosalind could only say yes to her dear sweet Al. The thing that had gotten people talking is that she hadn't gone home that night. Alastor was never huge on touch but always seemed to gravitate towards her space. That night they'd cuddled on the couch, exchanging small kisses until they'd fallen asleep.

It’s had started the rumor mill but what made it a full function factory was how the wedding ended up being a month later. So many older ladies comforted her saying ‘first babies are always late’, Alastor had gotten a good laugh out of her flushed face after. She had scolded him but couldn't put any heat behind it, weak as she was to his smile.

They never were physical together, it just wasn't something either of them wanted. They didn't desire each other for the body itself, but for the company and conversation. It was a lovely union, Alastor being attentive to her labors praising her work in the house and garden.

Speaking of her garden, since I see the house being his parents before his own. The garden was originally his mothers. It had fallen into deep disrepair since she had passed, as he had no talent for gardening. With his little wife however it had returned to its old splendor.

Where he didn't have a talent for the green, he did take well to his fathers old hunting lessons. Something he found himself indulging in as a married man. Fresh vegetables and herbs along side some fresh venison, made for a wonderfully fresh meal you couldn't find anywhere else. Who knew all it took was one these hunts for him to disappear from her life forever?

[idv-sunsxin3]

Pavia // Wifey Material ♡

Note// This is probably one of the requests I got so crazy about so far.../pos and idk, Pavia is a ball of trauma- he needs some love too,,,

This almost kinda look like female s/o, but I also believe in male wife supremacy or any kind of girlboss gn/lh

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I think the practice of the woman being a housekeeper while being with a partner or spouse started to decline by the time of 1960s- but let's just say you happen to be a special case...

You're probably a bit old-fashioned- no, that's not the word.... intergrity, modesty, care, and good manners will never be old-fashioned. They are civil, and make social interactions pleasant. Which is what the s/o would believe imo.

S/o would appreciate some traditional practices. These small little things... like writing letters, make flower crowns for yourself or for anyone sitting beside you, stay indoors while watching the raindrops fog the window with a peaceful melody, and draw whatever you can think of rather than watch television... The little things they wish they can just often do rather than worry about maintaining something... maintain their life.

I can imagine that the s/o would have this charm.. a loving, caring charisma of a classical darling. They're probably one of the strangest wonders Pavia ever encounter before his eyes.

You're always seem to wear many different clothes, whatever you can afford to have in your closet. Despite not having a lot of garments, you always manage it through the multiple cominations of clothing as you took the liberty to come up with.

Additionally, there were times you even tried to dress as if you're from the 50-70s. Even wearing a more modern aspect just to make Pavia's day more interesting after probably seeing "not-so-tidy and pleasant people at work"...

Pavia would have been skeptical at first... Affection and sweet-nothings being foreign and touches of an angel almost made him hide away further to the shadows - only time made him convince him otherwise the longer you stay with him.

The time he suddenly barges in to your shared room exhausted and all bloodied, only to see you folding clean clothes from the laundry as you sit on your shared bed---

I'm just imagining him lowering his glasses just to look closely at the sight of you for a silent moment. You eventually notice him once you turn around, greeting him with a warm smile instead of an angry look. Noting how he even stained his dress shirt with blood.

"Welcome home, love." You somehow say warmly as you set a folded shirt down to walk towards the confused Pavia, helping him take off his shirt. "I've just prepared the bathtube a moment before you've arrived... Go clean yourself up before coming down for dinner, alright?" You instructed Pavia before planting a soft kiss on his chest before going back to the laundry--- But little did you know he has other plans.

He grab onto your arm before pulling him towards him so that you ended up getting pinned on the bed by him. You didn't have the time to wonder what just happened before seeing his fluffy hair bounce by the impact. Seeing him with this same grumpy frown before he suddenly drops his head on to his chest gently, catching you off guard once more---

"I want kiiss..." His voice muffled as his arms were circling your torso.  You could only laugh softly by how "cute" He is acting, brushing his hair back to plant more kisses on his forehead.

"Here you go..." You whisper with that same gentle smile while holding him as if he's your whole world. "I love you... I love you so much."

These words are one of the things he longed to hear from you.

Seeing you doing many chores at your shared home, cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry... yet despite how exhausted you may seem, you never fail to give that same feeling of delight whenever seeing him coming back by the door. You're always found preparing a warm dinner and along with a bath waiting for him after a long day.... As if you're already pleased to just be with him for tonight.

This tender feeling he has on his chest... is indescribable to him back then.

But well, he won't pay much in mind about it for now... He'll rather focus on getting his job done so he can quickly come back to his wife much early, rather than spending a second thinking about it/ih

Pavia indeed has an ego, I'm really debating if he would treat his s/o as his trophy wife--- but I like to think he just spoils his darling whenever it seems Iike something is coming to a shortage--- like you're running out of a new batch of clothes, running out of money to buy cleanings products or groceries or you seem to be worn out from the constant cooking... he would be there to help and sometimes wishes he can just keep you around the house without laying a finger DBDBDBDB;;;

He just wants to treat you better unlike the time when no one was there for him when he needed someone... Now that he eventually saw you as someone to rely on with his vulnerable side, he's not afraid to be there for you either. You were with him for this long...

there's no way he can just let you go after, wither because you know too much... or because he wouldn't want to move on like that.

Why does this keep reminding me of hubby headcanons- sometimes, Pavia is just going to call you "wife" teasingly, even if it may sound sincere and affectionate---

Ever calling him "husband" would make him get a lot of ideas - that I don't know where to start NDNDNDND- but well, not ingenious ideas surely/ih

Pavia be finding his way to put rings on your finger before kissing it whenever he sees the opportunity- seeing you fiddle around with rings on your finger makes him feel satisfaction and a sense of comfort that you appreciate things gifted by someone like him. His ways of getting rings are mysterious questions to fond out for another day - yey he would quickly know right away if a ring he buys is shady, cursed... maybe even dangerous. He'll immediately get rid of it it in the spot before it does anything to your beautiful finger-;;;

He'll absolutely call you by so many affectionate nicknames along with "wife", sometimes is either he cam just verbally express his affections or he wants to see you get flustered with whatever he would whisper on your ear as you hang clothes.

He'll often hold you as if you're really his woman, that even people around would mistake you as a real married couple--- he is not ashamed of PDA, so you'll often see how he would have an arm around your neck. Making the metal of his ring lightly brush on the nape of your neck. There are even times when he'll hold on to your waist from the side and pull you close to him so that you can feel your back touching his chest.

He'll give you a lot of kisses in so many ways- often greets you with a cheek kiss, kissing the back of your hand when holding it whenever you guys go out, kissing your neck when saying good night as you're both in bed, he'll even capture those lips of yours passionately just from craving yadditionally after going through awful stuff in life-- he's finally in a haven, it's almost like an addiction.

Pavia tends to notice how you don't usually vacuum the house or make any noise while doing chores when he's around, you at some point explain that you simply don't like disturbibg his peace when his daily life may not seem a quiet one. Give him a place of comfort to take a short rest.

That's it, I think he's already planning to put a REAL ring on you;;;--- Where have you been all this time, how come the universe didn't let you find him????

Man, he's mad, happy, and so in love.

"Oh Amore mio- Dove sei stata tutta la mia vita?" He be having this grin playing around the edges of his mouth as he says it, his cold rings creeping through your skin as he caresses your cheek with his knuckles.

There are times Pavia would take you on a day-off date where he can pamper you with a lot of food at a luxurious restaurant, buying anything you desire at some mall as well, whether you like it or not--- if you are the type to prefer quiet places- i don't even know how you even tolerate Pavia's nature as his lover- but i guess abandoned parks would do the trick for a picnic/ih

I feel like besides helping you financially, I like to think outside the box and consider... Would he like to spend time with you as he does house chores with you during a day-off?

I feel like he'll really have fun cooking with you. While you do prepare the stove or oven, I wouldn't be surprised if he is very good at chopping ingredients, cutting vegetables, tenderizing meat with a hammer, or make ground beef with the meat grinder as you watch him with a concerned smile...;;; He definitely would look like he is enjoying it too much-/ih

It would be endearing if he somehow manages to know recipes that he can teach you during his free time- maybe  like pasta.

If you happened to come out to find an interesting Italian ice cream recipe and ended up mastering it, Pavia would be looking like this boy peeking and lurking from the table counter as the mom is making some dessert- you sometimes have to gently get his hands off the pre-made Gelato so he doesn't try to taste it when it's not even frozen yet DJDBBDBD-

"Come on, mio amore- just a-one finger scoop-"😈 *gets his pinky swatted gently once again. "Bellaaaaaa-"😩

Pavia is the type of domestic partner who is a gelato connoisseur- like he literally suggested(well, more like complained...-) you once to buy a new fridge because he doesn't like the way how the refrigerator made the ice cream frozen hard instead of keeping the soft creamy texture--;;;

Over time, he starts to crave your attention and presence around him - often finding himself looking forward to come back and just eating dinner with you.... and well, watching you do things.

When he doesn't have to go to missions, he spends most of his time reading magazines, such on lollipops, and play with the wolves WHILE lurking at you quietly brushing the dust away from furniture, cleaning tables, knitting and mending clothes... and even in your sleep.

Sometimes he is weirded out whenever you sleep- yet he feels some tranquility from seeing your sleeping face... trying to not get too worried as he doesn't like the idea of people staying in a coma for 8 hours or more--- would be freaking waiting during those hours just to see you wake up confused as he asks you to make him coffee/ih

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{Spending time with the Wolves... the children 🥺}

The moments where Pavias comes back after a mission, he finds it very heartwarming when watching his s/o  also pampering and cherishing the wolves as well.

When feeding them, you seem to keep this habit of waking up early to prepare breakfast for Pavia and the wolves. Including lunchables before hand so you can quickly catch Pavia to give him a lunchbox before he departs(Pavia be teasingly thinking you'll cry if he could leave earlier than you can come prepared- but man, isn't that so cute of you???).

You always have a notepad where you jot down Pavia's preferences and each of the wolves' eating habits and whatever food that seem to intrigue them positively.

You never forget to clean the 5 children, even if the first attempts may be unbearable to handle--- you still manage to make them squaky clean at the end of the day for Pavia's surprise. Along with making sure their fur is brushed, get disgnosed indoors and learning how to give each wolf a good healthcare service as long as they're at home...

You and Pavia still wonder what makes Andrea have the tendency to drool everywhere, though--

You learn to love being active, which goes hand in hand with playing with the wolves... It's always having morning jogs with them-(well more like is for your leisure). For their leisure, you always make sure they don't fight each other when playing, so they get their turns when playing catching the disc/stick. Sometimes, even pass the ball together or have a dog walk....

Imagine having these late night walks. Your friends be wondering why you be walking at such late hours, until they realize about your canine companions your lover raises alongside you--- (technically having leashes on 5 huge, sharp-teeth wolves in hand, walking beside you and making any red flag strangers sweat in bullets- how fun/lh)

Pavia always reminds you to have at least 2-3 of your shared children with whenever you go out- "just to be safe"..-- no buts. 😭 At least he cares... in his own way 🥺🥲.

So yeah... Grocery shopping with Peter, Maleficent, and Tonika are usually calm and smooth - the others were also behaving like sweethearts in public places too, of course! These 3 just happened to be more memorable for certain reasons...

Meanwhile, Leon and Andrea are very good companions when doing very active trips like mountain climbing or hiking - I'm not sure if you're the type for that. If not, there's also strolling at the park or at a long bring as one option!

Knowing how you seem to call the wolves as "children" and even sure that they view you as a mother figure would get him to a heart seizure from the serotonin--- the family is whole now;;;; 😭🥺

But well I let you guys read at the end with one funny cute imagine; you all at a car ride to the beach. 5 dogs sticking out their tongues through the windows.

Look, if you both ever visit Italy with (Pavia as the impatient tour guide) that's what the road is like. Even if like 10 percent of Italians wear seat belts, Pavia rather keeps his sweetheart intact from any accidents;

Pavia be putting a lot of seatbelts on you and giving you lots of kisses on the forehead(as if assuring--) before DRIVING SO FAST OMG--- PAVIA, SLOW DOWN???;;;/ih

"Hold on tight, Bella- this will be a bumpy ride!!!" *cackles as he freaking takes sharp turns---*

Yep, you're definitely living a household with a pack of giant puppies wolves---

[gamerbearmira]

Beach town au

Ceremonies are a celebration, but the actual BIRTHDAY is deemed much more important. Gifts are a constant, but birthdays are special. They exist to celebrate that you actually made it this long. 

Mirabel does get a gift in this au but I’m not sure what yet. I just know it’s something that has to do with creation. 

Shells are used as currency, but some shells are left on the beach in case some sea creature needs it. As well as that, when baby turtles are hatching from the sand the villagers make sure to protect the lil dudes until they get to the water. It’s a tradition Pedro and his wifey started and everybody just hopped on board.

Dolores’ gift is something she can turn on and off at will. I saw someone have this theory and I stick with it. There’s no way in god's green earth Casita would give a gift of super hearing without giving her a choice in whether she can turn it on or off. 

Now, Julieta’s food is truly loved but her shaved ice and paletas (Ice pops) are a must have. Especially during the summer. She doesn’t use her gift all that much unless it’s an emergency.  So, she has no problem setting up a cart to give out summer treats and such. (But her family always get first dibs) 

Mariano and Dolores are getting married soon! It’ll be a beach wedding of course. The dress won’t be too big, seeing as it’s a little toasty in Encanto (I mean, people can do it but it’s going to be a hot wedding day if they do). Traditional wedding dresses in Encanto are sheer and short or with a long mermaid tail look but thin. 

Oh yeah, Isabela is a certified surfer (all the madrigals are) but she likes doing it more often.

LETS GOOOOOOO

Shells as currency is so cool. <33 I mean, it’s an island, currency being shells isn’t obviously an issue 😭 ALSO THE BABY TURTLES I’M CRYING 🦈🦈🦈 everybody hoping on board is so silly.

Love this au sm <3333 I like how the birthdays are way more important than the gift <333 like it’s not a ceremony, it’s a birthday celebration. I imagine the gifts are just viewed as some present by the candle/Casita. W Casita for letting Dolores’ gifts being a choice 🙏

I think?? They would still wear white/gold on their birthday, but they do that so that whoever’s birthday it is can stand out. Not that it’s hard to tell. Their birthday parties are always beach parties; I think Pedro and Alma gift them their first surfboard on their 5th birthday, cause they see them as old enough to start learning how to surf lmao

W Isabela and Julieta. Isabela has way too much fun in Isabela when she’s surfing. I also think she’s one of the main ones to help Antonio’s learn how (besides Mirabel), and I think she also insisted on teach Mirabel and Camilo when they were little.

[holylulusworld]

Revenge served cold - Kinktober 2

Summary: You meet your rival from high school and her ex...

Rating: Explicit

Kinktober Special: Cuckolding

Square 1 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo​​​: Rivals

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, smut, protected sex, fingering, dirty talk, semi-public sex, daddy kink, dominant Andy, cuckolding

Words: 1,9 k

Kinktober 2022

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“Y/N, look at you,” you roll your eyes as your nemesis, the girl that tried to make your life living hell during high school, hugs you. She presses he lips to your cheek, leaving red stains. “All grown and you lost some weight.”

She steps away to look you up and down. Laurie waits for you to return the compliment but you just glare at her for a moment. Why should you compliment your archenemy, your rival?

“Do I know you?” you would pay to get a picture of Laurie as she purses her lips and narrows her eyes. “Sorry, I can’t remember every person I went to school with.”

“I’m Laurie,” she coos now. “You must remember me. You all elected me head cheerleader. We were friends.”

“Laurie, hmm…doesn’t ring a bell. Sorry, I was more into getting good grades, not shaking my ass to get the boys' attention,” you quip, enjoying the struggle on her face. “I remember every friend I ever had since middle school. You weren’t one of them.”

“Well, maybe you don’t remember me as you always were jealous of me,” now she shows her true colors. “I can imagine it was hard for you to see me getting all the attention.”

“I think things were very hard for you” you step closer to whisper in her ear. “With all the dicks you had to suck to get so much attention. Rumors said a head cheerleader was getting around pretty much.”

“I-“ she gapes at you. It must be the first time you see Laurie, head cheerleader and self-declared dream of every boy at your high school, speechless.

“Just saying,” you smile sweetly, “sometimes it’s better to focus on one dick and do it right. Not take the whole football team within a few weeks…”

While one of your former classmates chats you up, you sip at a too-sweet drink and let your eyes wander. You sigh, as you rather go back to your hotel room and enjoy the perfect mattress.

“Do you remember we had biology together?” he tries to get your attention, but you rather push your empty glass into his hands. “Y/N…”

“I remember you liked to call me nerd and goody in two shoes,” you snap at the now bald football captain. Unlike some others, he didn’t age well. “Just leave me alone.”

“Don’t be like that,” he steps closer to drink your appearance in. Your black, curve-hugging dress reveals enough cleavage to get his attention. “I always knew you weren’t just a nerd and wanted to get my hands on you.”

“She said that she wants you to leave her alone,” another former classmate steps toward the man trying to get in your pants. “Get lost before I make sure you get lost.”

“I got this,” you turn to leave. “I didn’t need your help, Barber. Go back to your wifey and leave me the fuck alone.”

“A pleasure to see you again too, Y/N,” Andy chuckles as the other man finally leaves your side. “I tried to get you alone all night. It seemed you were busy getting all the attention.”

“I think that’s your wife’s specialty,” he laughs as you turn to leave. “As I said, go back to your wife. I’m not in the mood for one of her games, or yours.”

“Wait.”

You walk away. It’s not your style to leave things unsaid; but in Andy’s case, you must leave. He hurt your feelings once, and you won’t let Laurie rub salt into your wounds.

“I said wait,” he grasps your arm, lighting tugging to get you to follow him. “I want to talk to you, Y/N.”

“About what?” you huff. “How about that you asked me to be your valentine only to go with Laurie to the prom? Or, how about how you pretended to be interested in anything I have to say only to act like you don’t know me the other day.”

“I was a foolish boy,” his features soften seeing the insecurity in your eyes. “Laurie was the first girl giving me a blowjob, and I didn’t think with my upstairs brain. We were friends and…”

“I don’t think we ever were friends, Andy,” you try to wiggle out of his iron grip, but it’s no use. He starts to walk toward the restrooms, not caring about the people watching you fight his hold on you. “Let me go.”

“We will talk,” he pushes you against the wall. You can’t escape him. Andy places his hands on each side of your head, caging you. “Back then, I was a foolish boy. I fell in love with the wrong girl and married her.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” you try to ignore you can feel the heat come out of his body when he leans closer. 

“Shush, now,” he leans impossible closer to whisper in your ear. “Be a good girl. Let me end my speech. I practiced for months. Since I got to know you will come here too.”

“Fine…talk,” you breathlessly say. 

“As I said, back then I was a foolish boy,” Andy rasps. “Now I’m a grown man. A divorced man.”

“Divorced?” you dip your head to glance at his left hand. He’s not wearing his wedding band. “You’re not fucking with me Andy, right?”

“Not yet,” he cups your face and presses lips to yours, taking all your doubts away. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, and you allow him to move one hand under your dress to cup your ass. “But I’d like to have my way with you.”

“What about your ex? And why now? You never showed interest.”

“You were cute and innocent back then,” he purrs in your ear. “I dared not to ruin you. But now, you are all grown up and I want to make you my little slut.”

“Andy,” you shouldn’t let him grope your ass, or call you his slut. And you surely shouldn’t let him guide you inside the restrooms to bend you over the washbasin…

“Have you seen Andy?” Laurie coos. After she failed to mess with you, she tries to find Andy to talk to him. “Hello?”

“He barked at me when I was talking to Y/N.”

“Y/N? What has he to do with that bitch?” Laurie grunts as her phone starts vibrating. “What now?” she gets her phone out, smiling as Andy just send her a message. “Meet me at the lady’s restrooms. Oh Andy, you bad boy…”

“Andy, anyone could walk in on us,” you try to push him off you, but it’s no use. 

You barely made it inside the restrooms before he was on you. He shoved your dress up to your waist and almost ripped the straps of your dress off to reveal your chest to him. 

“Be good now,” his hands cup your breasts to slowly knead the plush flesh. He pinches your nipples, making you gasp. “Only good girls get to cum.”

“We should go somewhere else,” he slaps one of your tits at your words. Your eyes meet Andy’s in the mirror and you know, he’s not the kind of man you want to mess with. Not if you want to cum. “Andy.”

“I’ll have my way with you right here and now. Hands-on the washbasin, and not a word,” Andy moves his hands to your hips to slide your panties down your legs. “I know you are wet for me, but we should have a look.”

You whimper, at his words. Your panties got ruined the moment you felt his hands on your body. “I’m wet for you, Sir,” you test the waters. “You make me so wet…always did.”

“Dirty girl,” he wraps one arm around your body to hold you against him. “Do you want to feel me inside your tight little cunt? I bet you want me to fuck you right here like the whore you are for me.”

“Please fuck me,” Andy groans as you slowly grind against his erection. You’re watching his reaction in the mirror and smirk to yourself. You’ve got him right where you want him. “I’ll be good for you, Sir.”

“Shit, I’d like to take you on a date first, but I need to have you right fucking now,” biting your lower lip you watch Andy unzips his pants. He simply shoves them down his legs, along with his boxers. 

“I feel so empty without you, Andy,” you never acted like that before. Tonight, you will get your revenge, though.

“Just a second,” he fishes a condom out of his jacket, hurriedly ripping it open with his teeth. “Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts.”

“Then you better get inside of me,” Andy rolls the condom over his length. “I’m waiting, Sir.”

He grips your hips with one hand to tease you with his cock. “Fuck, I can’t believe you are the first woman I fuck after my divorce.” He slowly slips the tip in and you grip the washbasin tighter. “Have my cock, all of it.”

Andy slams into you, making you cry out as he spreads you. “Fuck, you did grow up,” he cups the back of your neck to force you to bend over the washbasin. “ANDY.”

“You’re mine now,” he gives you a few shallow thrusts. “Yeah, that pussy is mine. To hell with Laurie and her vanilla sex. I knew you’ll be the right woman to fulfill all of my secret desires.”

“Like fucking at the restrooms?” you eagerly push back onto Andy, even though, he grips your neck a little tighter. “I’ll be everything you want me to be if you give me something I dreamed of for years in return.”

“Just let me fuck you first,” he grips your hips and starts to move in earnest. Every thrust makes you gasp. You urge Andy on, praise him as your core begins to bloom. “Shit, you’re so good for me. You’re taking daddy so well.”

“Daddy?” he moves one hand back to your neck to hold you down while he has his way with your cunt. Andy speeds up and starts to hammer into you without restraint. He gives a shit on people passing the restrooms by, or that anyone could walk in on you.

“Say it again,” his thrusts become more erratic when you clamp down hard onto his cock. “NOW!”

“DADDY!”

“That’s right. AGAIN!”

“DADDY!”

“Andy?” you need to hold back a smirk the moment Andy moans your name while his ex-wife watches him sloppily thrust in and out of you. “Why? Why did you tell me to come here to watch…this.”

“I didn’t…I…fuck…this is the best pussy I ever had,” you lift your head to grin at Laurie. “I could happily live inside of your cunt, Y/N.”

“How does it feel knowing Andy wants to fuck only me? How does it feel to know that only I can make him cum so hard,” she gasps as you continue. “Did you know he wants me to fulfill all his desires? You just don’t do it for him…”

“I-“ she storms out of the room, while you smile to yourself.

“It was you…right? You told her to come here,” he slips out of you to discard the condom. “Why?”

“I wanted to show her what happens if you mess with me,” you look over your shoulder to smirk at Andy. “Call me if you want to do it again…”

Andy mirrors your smirk and drops his eyes to your puffy cunt. “OH, sweetness,” he slaps your ass. “You have been a very bad girl and we will make sure you’ll be only good from now on. I will not let you out of my sight until I know you are my good girl…” 

 Tags in reblog.

[selene-tempest]

It's the 28th of October, which means it's the hubby's birthday!

When faced with the inevitable question of "what do you want to do for your birthday?" he once again just shrugged, said he didn't want to do anything special and left. Freakin' typical. Now I was stuck trying to come up with something that he'll love as well as not expect and therefore be unable to ban me from organising it before it's too late to cancel. 

I had to come up with something, and fast.

But, I am nothing but a determined wifey, and so I dragged up his online calendar (OK, I admit I got EOS to do it, sue me) and stared at it for a few minutes waiting for inspiration to strike. Spoiler, it did not. There was no lightning bolt blessing from Zeus, there was no glorious angelic chorus as an idea bloomed into perfect form in my noggin. But, as I watched, a new entry popped up, a request for a guest lecture spot at the University of Manchester to talk to their new intakes on their Space Science and Astrophysics degree. This I could work with…

TO THE GOOGLE!

Since hubby is the hubby, and in being the hubby that means he likes to go places that are mentally stimulating as well as pleasing to the eyeballs, I once again had my work cut out for me. 

But a half hour of frantic internet searching later and I'd finally settled on the very historic (so happy hubby) and the very spooky (so happy me) city of York that was near enough to Manchester that we could have ourselves a little mini-break and I could finally adopt a cute little ghost! Yay!

I ran to the bestie (who cares that he was busy halfway up One's nose cone at the time?) and screamed up at him that I was formally requesting time off but not to tell John. 

After he recovered from the shock of being yelled at while so high up (he was on a line, don't stress) he mumbled an assurance that he'd "make it work" which is Scott speak for "OK, I'll sort it if you just go away and leave me in peace". Job done!

All I had to do was book train tickets, a beautiful but quiet hotel (preferably haunted but not a requirement) and look up some things to do. I got this shit.

Cut to a week and a half later, and one very successful (like there was ever any doubt) lecture done and dusted, we were on the train and speeding away for a midweek break of fun.

Since this weekend was a surprise, John had only packed enough for two days away, and knowing how conservatively he packs I knew that we'd never be able to make it stretch. I tried to pack more for him in my case but he got suspicious (damn him and his ability to observe everything so closely) and I gave up, packed my own stuff and vowed to buy him new clothes as part of his birthday present. I've learned to work with what I have.

Wrestling him onto the train was harder than I had expected. He didn't believe my "oh wouldn't it be so fun and romantic to just not go home yet and be spontaneous?" bullshit and I was forced to admit that it was indeed a birthday treat and that it was already booked, everything was taken care of, we would have somewhere to sleep that night and Scott was aware and to not even think about checking in on Five you shit!

He was grumpy, but that was to be expected. You don't blindside the man who organises everything and not get some backlash. But that's easily remedied with kisses and promises of all the fun, but educational, things we'll be doing, then you pull up an itemised schedule for him to peruse and he's fine.

The first thing we did was find our hotel and drop off our bags. I'd picked one that was nice and old, but also had modern amenities (we like that blend) but near enough to the city centre to be able to walk most places. John loves to walk, which is probably due to him spending so much time on Five and knowing the island like the back of his hand. If we get off island for anything he'll be dragging me off on a walk somewhere to explore. 

Our hotel, Dean Court, boasts its famous "Mad Maid" ghost who is often seen roaming the halls, cleaning supplies in tow, grimacing and grumping. Honestly, I don't blame her, imagine spending your life cleaning and then have to do it in your afterlife too? Kinda sucks, I'd definitely be asking for an upgrade, not just slamming doors, giving people a cold chill and occasionally sitting on them. This was gonna go one of two ways, John would wake up in the middle of the night to find me chatting to the ghost like a paranormal therapist (again) or the ghost would recognise my ability to kick her out and leave us the hell alone. Only time would tell but I hoped for his sake it was the latter, he needs the rest.

Conveniently the hotel was pretty much next door to York Minster, a beautiful and gothic cathedral with stained glass to die for and lots of history which was lovely to wander around. So after checking into our room we made the most of the remaining time before dinner to check it out as well as the museum in the basement, called the Undercroft, where we saw the remains of the Roman fortress the minster was built on, as well as illuminated manuscripts, and artefacts found around the area. We also checked out the library, because John is as drawn to books as I am to spooky things and this was his birthday trip, so I let him get lost in there for a while. But I did steal a little kiss at one point which a kind person managed to snap a picture of and send to me.

Dinner was lovely, nice and relaxed in a quiet little pub style restaurant which will always be our go-to over a fancy place where we have to get dressed up. We want wholesome, home cooked food (that isn't Grandma's), with big portions so we can try each other's food and to be able to easily relocate to a snug area for drinks around the fire. 

As it turned out, our first night in the hotel was a quiet one, no ghosts, no noisy neighbours (not like that one time in Cambridge where we were next door to a couple that seemed to think arguing was the only acceptable form of foreplay and liked to scream at the top of their lungs in two ways). The bed was squishy soft, there were enough pillows that I didn't have to raid reception and it was cosy enough that we didn't need to sleep in thick pyjamas (always a worry in England after an extended period on the Island). Hubby was asleep the second his head hit the pillow and I read quietly for half an hour before snuggling up, stealing his warmth, and drifting off myself.

The next morning provided an all you can eat breakfast buffet. So with full bellies and a happy me, we were fully fueled for our next adventure… ghost shopping!

I'd heard about the beautifully old street named the Shambles, rumoured to have been the inspiration for Harry Potter's Diagon Alley, and I knew they had a little shop there called the York Ghost Merchants where you could buy a handmade "lucky ghost". Did I buy just one? Of course not! We are coming home with ghosts for everyone! Mine was this adorable little purple thing with drippy black eyes like it's been crying and I fell in love straight away. John got a plain little ghost in white, very traditional. I named them Brad and Janet, which he rolled his eyes at but knew better than to try to convince me otherwise.

As we were wandering the shambles (and I was filling my bag with souvenirs as I am nothing but British) I remembered that hubby was in need of clothes since I'd basically kidnapped him. I dragged him into the Edinburgh wool mill, because he gets chilly and needs the good shit. That and I happen to think he looks delicious in librarian chic and so tweed was the way to go. He blames this on the fact that I'm currently rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer for the 8th time and that Giles has inspired me, but if I was inspired by Buffy he'd have bleached blond hair and a leather jacket by now. 

He agreed to the clothing because he's getting more and more requests for lectures and appearances in academic settings and since we got married people keep uploading pictures of him and even he worries that they will work out that he only has two jackets and start to comment on it. Sometimes I worry that I'm having too much of an influence on him, then I remember that I'm awesome and that any influence could only be a good thing.

We also found a wool and cashmere shop and a little vintage shop where I picked up a few things for my growing hippie collection and a gorgeous shawl that I can't stop stroking. A generic brand shop provided essential underwear and socks for the fussy hubby and we were off, dumping our spoils at the hotel before heading out again.

The afternoon was spent in a quiet little reading cafe where you could drink coffee and curl up with a book. One thing I love about John is that he knows the value of silence, even when he thinks I don't. I might be loud and proud a lot of the time, the social butterfly to his grumpy caterpillar, but even I find too much peopling draining and need to recharge. He is always happy to have me squished up against him but not paying him the slightest bit of attention (unless, like today, I happen to read a particularly interesting spicy scene and feel the need to shove it in his face and waggle my eyebrows at him until he gets the message). I love that he never questions how much I adore him and doesn't equate me giving him my full attention all day every day with my devotion level. He's fine with me ignoring him and I'm fine (mostly) with him doing the same. 

For some reason (probably a John specific one relating to his desire to be in control of almost every situation) he decided that he would not be the only one surprised on this trip and waved tickets for a ghostly bus tour under my nose at dinner. An old fashioned double decker bus, a chilly evening, a beautiful city and a knowledgeable guide made it one of the best parts of the trip. I like ghosts, he likes the history, we blend. 

Another peaceful night with no noisy neighbours or ghostly visitors meant that we were (for once) both fully charged and not in the slightest bit tired for our last full day.

We went out for breakfast even though the hotel provided a good one but we stuck close to the hotel in the morning and checked out the Treasures house, which was near the Minster. Beautiful house, beautiful gardens, and a Roman soldier ghost that waved at me from over a wall. What's not to love?

After a midmorning snack we hopped into a taxi and went to York Castle Museum. I love castles (tell me anyone who doesn't have the urge to pretend they are royal now and then and I'll call bullshit). I love the feel of the energy in the bricks and the items inside. We got to see the cell in which Dick Turpin had been kept and a recreation of a 1918 street complete with actors dressed up and things to buy (of which I bought many). Living history is something I really vibe with, it's so good to see it being played out in front of you rather than just seeing pictures or reading about it in books. 

There was supposed to be an Edwardian ghost in there but it was either his day off or he had had enough of crowds and wasn't in the mood to socialise. John said he understood that more than he should and that we'd obviously been married too long if he was now identifying with ghosts. Can't say he's wrong.

Dropped back at our hotel by another taxi, we found ourselves at a loose end and asked the receptionist to recommend something to do that night. She gave us many good recommendations, and John made notes on things we'd try if we came back (which I'm planning on) but eventually settled on a relaxing floodlit river cruise on the Ouse. 

York is a gorgeous city by day but it becomes truly magical at night. The lights of the buildings sparkled on the water and there is just something truly special about seeing such historic buildings, surrounded by trees and river banks, as the sun sets and twilight blankets the world before full darkness sets in. We took so many pictures that we know Virgil is gonna steal to paint. There was no guide on this cruise, just us and a few other passengers dotted here and there so we could sit quietly on our own and talk without bothering anyone while soaking in the atmosphere and the sights.

Another meal in a little old pub where a lone guy and his guitar helped create a cosy atmosphere, and it was back to the hotel. I made sure to yell into the hallway that I would not be accepting any ghostly visitors that night either and if Miss Grumpy Maid was around she listened and left us in peace. Feeling less tired and more relaxed than normal meant a nightcap from the minibar and said squishy bed were enjoyed for more than sleeping (eyebrow wiggles and book shoving for the win!)

We had a few hours to kill before our train the next day and I selflessly didn't dive straight into the chakra therapy centre by the train station. Instead, we opted to leave our bags in a locker at the station, grab some lunch to act as a picnic and check out the nearby Yorkshire museum and gardens.

Autumn was the vibe of the day and I have to say I couldn't have planned it better. Chilly sunshine, red, gold, and orange dressed trees, and Roman ruins make my little heathen heart sing. 

On the trip back to London I had a cheerfully chilled hubby who had had so much history in such a short space of time that he couldn't stop flicking through the photos and smiling, which was all I wanted. I'm doing the same as I snapped so many pictures of him when he wasn't looking that I've got phone backgrounds for the next year!

John often needs a break more than anyone as he's not confined to flight hours and mandatory breaks, if we let him he'd keep going until he drops. So I take my job as wife and nagger very seriously, he's learned to live with it and sometimes, just occasionally, it means we get to enjoy times like these which will provide us with many wonderful memories to keep us going during the busy times, the not seeing each other enough times and probably when we're too old and tired to do it again. 

Making the most of time together is always important but, while this was definitely supposed to be a birthday trip for him, I got a lot out of it too. I got to see him relax, sleep deeply, eat well and laugh lots, even if he does suspect that I may have had an ulterior motive of turning this into a dark academia photoshoot… 

Happy birthday, baby! @i-t-guy-in-the-sky . Love you always!

(close ups of pictures available on request because I know he's freaking gorgeous!)

[floydsmuse]

Meggy dahling, I literally cannot stop thinking about the little crossover thoughts I sent the other night (lol). I had another on the ride home while once again, the appetizer has turned into a meal (lol).

So if we're thinking that the Abbotts run this place and it's also similar to Camp Half Blood and Hogwarts, do you wanna see what the school might look like?? (lol).

Demeter and Dionysus kids and those with earth powers get to stay in a little hilly grove area with little cabins that look like Hobbit holes. Inside, they're so cozy and perfect for the littles with super cozy beds and a well stocked kitchen. The Hobbit holes are perfect because the littles can go and play in the grass on the roof and climb the trees. Since Demeter is a frequent visitor of Cecelia's and comes to help with the herbology and gardening classes, she loves hanging out with the littles. There's always the smell of fresh grass and grapes hanging around too which pleases none other than Mr. Grapes himself (lol).

The grade school kiddos have their own buildings with their own classrooms and they always smell like sage, clean cotton and fresh cut wood. Each room is a different color and can transform accordingly to fit their lessons. The chalkboard drawings come to life whenever the teachers (and the deities) tell the stories that go with them.

The high school is something else and here's where it really starts looking more like Camp Half Blood than anything else. The cabins that hold the children of Ares and Artemis look more like Viking longhouses than anything else, I'm talkin spears, swords and shields on the walls, big rough hewn wooden bunks, animal bones on the walls including a huge bison skull at one end and a stag's skull above the fireplace. There's also bows, arrows and other weapons always ready near the door, but funnily enough in the cozy corner, there's a little basket for the cabin's mascot, a little black Xolo dog named Dante (yes it's probably Dante from Disney's "Coco", lol). As it turns out Dante is Ares's chief messenger since dogs are his sacred critter.

There's plenty of arenas way out of the way for high schoolers to practice wrestling, combat and other martial arts and it's not just the Greeks that join in. Sure, Ares comes once in a while to teach the high schoolers the art of combat, but Guan Yu, Shango Orisha, Montu and Sekhmet also came from China, Nigeria and both from Egypt respectively, to help their friend out (lol). Although it's safe to say that Rhett nearly shit himself when Shango caused an unexpected thunderstorm (lol).

The kiddos who were claimed by the air, thunder, lightning and sky gods and goddesses, have their own little cabin/hidey hole and it's sooooo much fun!!! The beds float way, high up off the ground but thankfully they all have special bed-rails just in case somebody rolls over. They love to play a little game kind of like "Floor Is Lava" except they're literally flying and jumping from bed to bed.

The kiddos of the craftsmen deities all have their own special little hole that they can have free reign of. There's plenty of tables and spaces for woodworking, forging, blacksmithing and also for jewelry making. Some of what they've created are absolutely gorgeous! Two of the high schoolers in the forge had managed to make a necklace for Rhett and wifey's anniversary and it looked like blueberry branches. Hephaestus, Brigid, Ptah, Ogun and Thor, all teach the smithing, woodworking and craftsmenship and their kiddos excel immensely at it.

Oooh but the water kiddos have the best spot in the summer since it's right on the lake. Fall and winter can get a little chilly BUT in the summer it's absolute heaven since summers in Montana are so fuckin hot. A huge dock extends out onto the lake and the kids can just run out to the middle and jump off. They love playing with the creatures that live in the lake and hippocampi rodeo is one of their favorite games (lol). Percy and Annabeth have their kiddos in this cabin and Rhett and wifey literally cannot take their eyes off them for two seconds lest they suffer the consequences (lol).

Kiddos of the fire gods and goddesses have their favorite little hidey holes and they're always warm. Thank God for them because Montana gets wretched wildfires every year and these poor guys have to go out every now and again to run a burn line near the woods (lol). In the winter if the heat goes out in a cabin or house, these guys will gladly take in whoever and it becomes like a giant sleepover.

Meggy I'm gonna have to cut it right there cuz there's just too much to add to this (lol).

omg Mary you sent this in a while ago & i’m just now replying to it! i’m sorry 😅 but to be quite frank, i can’t stop thinking about this crossover you sent either :) it was just too good & i can’t wait to read what else you’ve sent in about it 🥰

ooh! i definitely wanna know what the school looks like! i bet it looks magical! the kids get to stay in little cabins that look like hobbit holes?! oh my, Mary i love it already!! they sound super cozy & warm! i wish i could live in one :) aww Demeter being a frequent visitor & coming to help with herbology and gardening sounds like fun! mr. grapes pls😂 i can’t get over that nickname that you coined for Dionysus!

oh i love these little descriptions of the classrooms, even down to the smell! the rooms being able to change colors according to lesson & that the chalkboard drawings can come to life too?! that sounds insanely awesome! okay wow! but the way you described the high school !! it really is giving me camp half blood vibes fr! aww Dante the dog & him being like the one from the movie coco is adorable! 🥰 i’m a dog lover through & through, so this made me happy that you included him hehe :))

loving all of these activities the kids can do, like wrestling, combat, & martial arts! Ares coming into teach about it is so cool too!!!

“The beds float way, high up off the ground but thankfully they all have special bed-rails just in case somebody rolls over. They love to play a little game kind of like "Floor Is Lava" except they're literally flying and jumping from bed to bed.”

okay but this is super awesome & sounds so fun?!!such a cool idea & something i could totally picture in my head ! oooh! the jewelry making & the part about the high schoolers making Rhett & wifey a little necklace for their anniversary is soooo🥹 i love it !!! also love how each kid comes from a different element, like some could come from air, some thunder, some fire, & some from water! swimming in a lake on a hot summers day just sounds so nice 🥰 & i love that you included the little detail of Percy & Annabeth bringing their kids along! them not having to worry about heat in the winter is just great! i need those guys to come over to my house whenever i happen to lose heat😅😂

Mary, you’ve really outdone yourself! i love this little au & crossover world you’ve created for Rhett, wifey, & the kids !!!! it’s incredible & i loved reading about it :) again sorry for taking a while to reply back to this, but just know i loved it so much & i love you hehe 🥰 until next time my darling 💗

[allycat75]

All I could think watching the ASP Circle Jerk with you and Mark today, Boston Dumb Fuck (the rant below isn't going to be pretty, you have been warned):

As nauseated as it made me (ironic since you keep saying the site is so digestible), I watched you and Mark jerk each other off for doing such as good job on this colossal waste of time. You do understand this generation is the most information savvy yet and don't need manipulative, lying, whiney Millenials telling them where to start.

Some notes...

Did you really read the audience to give them what they want? Not lately!

I bet the only people you can get now for the site are the GOP deplorables, especially with that racist, antisemetic wifey of yours, BDF.

BDF was famous, but now he has a bunch of failures and a possible Razzie or two in his future. And you are NOT THE SUGAR for the medicine to go down. You need a soul for that. I see you as a big bag of plasma right now, so maybe some salty, bitter bile? With some smokiness from you burning your life and potential happiness to the ground.

What special information are you providing? What can you give that is important in bullet points? I don't want neophytes teaching neophytes. The world is crumbling, in case you haven't noticed while you have been numbing yourself with weed, you white Privleged, tone deaf fucks! You serve no purpose here.

Did you honestly say, BDF, with a straight face "How are we going to navigate truth?"; "Young people can really tell...are aware of selective facts and framing information that is deliberately misleading and I think if you do that once, it is in your nature you'll probably do it again and a picture starts to become clear". I can see it clearly, can you, you fucking hypocrites?

You really think your provide a service and aren't keeping these folks from doing the work of the people. Self-congratulatoryly sniffing your own farts again, are you (thanks, South Park)? And when was the last time you two did the actual work for this ego-stroker, walking the halls of Congress with these civil servants?

What makes you think you can provide civil discussion when no one on the congressional floor, where it actually matters, can get it done? And who on the right has enough brain cells to pony up that information you so smugly think you deliver? "Uncle" Tim Scott has got his face firmly planted in the Toxic Cheetos's ass cheeks so he won't be available. Who else you got?

Have you gone so far from the truth that it is more important how the politicians speak to each other as opposed to what they say? And we aren't talking about speed limits or zoning laws here. What people care about- women's reproductive rights, safe and sane gun laws, critical race theory, immigration, homelessness, student loan debt, cost of healthcare, climate change, LGBTQ+ equality, political corruption..., these aren't delicate bullet points that can be politely discussed and boiled down. And when you try, you run the risk of messages being missed and time being wasted. CAN I SCREAM THAT LOUD ENOUGH SO YOU CAN HEAR OVER THE SOUND OF YOUR OWN EGOS TELLING YOU HOW GREAT YOU ARE!!!! Best thing you can do is get out of the fucking way!

What makes you feel you are the arbiters of all this information that will inspire youth to vote, and not just be more static for them to filter? It's not about you, so why do you feel you are the two that should be talking to high schoolers tomorrow. Besides getting good press and, once again, stroking that ego hard, what are you hoping to get? Do you honestly believe you and Mark are going to inspire anyone tomorrow? Or worse, prove that only pretty, rich, white men get ahead in this world so why even try?

What qualitative and quantitative metrics can you show "the really great feedback from the people who enjoy the information"? I know the feedback for the Antisemitism in Schools was quite engaging, but I don't know how positive it was.

So you still haven't really provided a clear mission statement and goals for the site as it is now with politics, so your solution is to branch out to even more complicated topics around AI and other technologies. Boy, if you took this to "Shark Tank" you would be laughed out of the studio and used as an example of what never to do! Has someone's egoic narrative run amok?

Smart actors steered clear! It's a gimmick.

A Gen Z table is at the back! Pipeline for next spouses 🤞🤞? Both of you have reputations for liking them young, you know.

Aww, you got a mug. You can use it for your coffee. Oh, you don't drink coffee? I've seen you drink it. Oh well, then tea, I know I've seen you drink tea. You say you don't like tea either. Mmhh. Oh that's right, you are a manipulative liar and that was just a stupid one you tried out for funnsies. Like covert narcissists exhibit. (I know, it could just be changing tastes and a need to cut back on caffeine because you are anxious without ever seeming to take responsibility controlling it, so maybe that was a start. Credit where credit is due, maybe).

You should run for office- you've got the lying and manipulation down, despite that you think you are a bad liar. I think that is just one of your many lies. Like an ouroboros always eating its own tail.

May I give you some advice (fuck it, this is my blog and you are not listening, so I am giving it!). Something I don't suspect you do much, because if you did I don't think you would be in this situation where you are living your life like it doesn't belong to you, is think with the end in mind. Ask the magic question, "If this worked out the way I want it to, what would that look like?" And then work backward from there. I would say try that with ASP, but I don't trust your intentions are pure and thus will never be successful. But it could work with other things if you ever get back in the driver's seat of your world and begin to rebuild.

Get it through your fragile male brains ASP is a bad idea that will only get worse, for the entire country, not just you two, so take the loss. You should get used to the feeling.

[sleepydelights]

How do you make your glass art? And are you crushing on anyone right now? - 😵‍💫

I started on whim with wifey one night like 7 years ago. We made one hideous geometric design together and I fell in love with it. I think I really enjoy the routine of it more than anything.

It’s a matter of:

-choosing or creating a design

-stenciling (or in my case using a cricut and vinyl) on to your chosen glass

-cutting and grinding the glass

-foiling the edges

-pinning the design and soldering the joints

-properly soldering the full piece and adding jump rings

-cleaning and polishing

Then I take pictures of them and either hang them up or shove them in a drawer and never touch them again.

Thanks for asking about one of my special interests! 😊

And yes I do have a crush on someone. But I’m trying not to be weird about it and I don’t know how because weird is my whole thing. 😩

[terriblesportsimagines]

Hello lovely! I hope requests are still open, if not, just ignore me. 😊 This is maybe a strange request, but I'm a basic country bumpkin girl and I'm curious as to what your headcanons would be of Hongou, Harada, and Yuki Masashi from DNA would be like as farmers, and how would they react to coming home to their cute little farmhouse after a long hard day to their sweet wife cooking supper?

Admittedly, this is a little strange, but out of the ordinary asks are always welcome!  I will say though (and this is NO judgment on the ask or on you dear anon) something about the phrase ‘sweet wife’ makes my skin crawl lol  It’s definitely a personal squick, I don’t even know why, there’s literally nothing wrong with it?  Ignore my ramblings – sweet wives coming up!

I hope this is what you wanted… I went a little more generic than specific scene than I meant to, but I hope it’s still good!

Hongou Masamune

Even farming, this one is a little grumpy.  He treats his farm like he treats baseball in canon.  Serious business, hard work.

We’re going to assume that he has farm hands/employees here, and he works them to the bone.  He’s a fair boss, but tough, and terrifying in some cases.  Still, somehow all the workers love him?  They are rarely that intimidated.

This is because every single person in his life knows that he is 1000% devoted to his wife, and said wife would be displeased if he treated anyone on their staff poorly, and it goes without saying that to disappoint wifey is off limits to anyone.

Not that he would admitted it, and the look one would get if you say such a thing out loud would probably kill you.  Pretends his wife isn’t his whole world, grumbling and complaining when his workers tease him.  Doesn’t actually realize he gives himself away when he visits the house like 10 times a day to check on you.

Steals kisses every time.

He works hard so he likes to be pampered.  Complains about any food but yours.  Always makes you sit down when he eats because he wants to hear you talk and watch and make sure you are eating enough.

His favorite time is when he’s done for the day and he gets to go home.  Lurks for a while, though you know he’s there, because he likes to just watch you scuttle around the kitchen humming.  You’re so cute and lovely it actually causes his heart to ache.

When the ache gets painful enough, he steps into the kitchen and steals you up into his arms, just hugging and snuggling you for as long as he can get away with.

Harada Masatoshi

It’s much easier for Harada to delegate than the other two.  He works really hard, but he has better time management skills in general, so he has more time for himself, and conversely, you.

He’s strict with his time.  Of course, there is a lot of overtime on a farm, since things never go to plan, but somehow he makes these sorts of surprises seem negligible?  He is god tear organization.

He’s probably the calmer one in the relationship, steady and supportive.  For him, there’s no such thing as tasks that are ‘male’ or ‘female’  He will absolutely do housework if it’s needed, and often does just so that you don’t overwork yourself by stretching yourself thin.  Never tells you that you can’t work the farm as well.  However you want to divide the work is fine.

A secret part of him prefers it when you work inside, because then he gets to come home to you and there’s a special satisfaction in that.

He’s affectionate, but in subtle ways.  Fits his style to match yours, like if you want more demonstrative signs of affection, he’ll give you kisses, or initiate touch.  In general, the type to wait for you.  It’s just how he is, but he never disappoints you.

Is gentle and surprisingly soft.  He’ll help you when he comes back to the house, rather than sit down to rest, no matter how often you scold him for it.  He just can’t sit when you’re still working, so always finds needed tasks, even without you telling him.

He will never say it, but if you reward him with a kiss, his whole day is made.

Yuki Masashi

His focus tends to be so singular that he forgets certain things, and takes things for granted.

Things like you.

That’s not to say he isn’t a good husband, or that he doesn’t love you.  Quite the opposite, it’s just that he has a one track mind that makes it hard to deviate from that one track.

If not interrupted, he will continue to think about farm things, even when he’s eating and supposed to be spending time with you.  Of course, you have to know this when you marry him so I imagine that you are well versed in distracting him.

His intense focus is not entirely negative, however.  Once it had shifted to you, you’d better hold on.  He listens very well, and very intently, and takes all of your concerns seriously.

Looks to you for guidance in responses, but over time he learns what he needs to do until it’s instinctual.

Never hides anything from you, no matter how ugly it might be, and considers you his best and closest friend.  He loves your smile, and the soft curve of your cheek and the way you smell when he buries his nose into your neck (quite the challenge given how big he is).

In his mind, your relationship has always been a partnership, no matter the context.  When he comes home, even if he hasn’t snapped out of his work brain yet, he is able to relax, and being near you is all he really wants subconsciously.  Tells you about his day without you asking and has the habit of pulling you into his lap as he sits at the table to do just that.

[clovermunson]

Dustin 🧢

Joyce ☎️

Murray🧣

For you, dearest wifey!

of course, dear wifey!🥰💙

Dustin 🧢: If you were a piece of media, what iconic trope(s) would you be?

ooohh, okay. so, obviously i could be a classic anti-hero. i don’t even think that needs an explanation😂

but i think i could also fit very well into the lovable rogue or loner/rebel trope. i just don’t think i could see myself as anything different.

Joyce ☎️: Do you have any special rituals or routines you stick to?

my morning ritual of wake up, stretch a little, and immediately go for a cup of coffee is a staple the keeps me going every morning. another ritual/routine i have is that every time before i leave the house, i tell my loved ones “love y’all” or some variation of that, just in case i don’t get to say it again for some reason. i also have a routine of trying to say my affirmations to myself so i remember my own worth.

Murray 🧣: Do you have any interesting ancestry that you’re proud (or not proud) of?

answered here!

send a stranger things ask!

[cvscacc]

To My Wife

I didn’t brand this one in case you great WP faithful’s want to share this with your special Queen have a wonderful day keep hugging her and telling her how much she means to you…❤️🫶🏾❤️🫶🏾 To My Wifey

[ohimesama]

12.12.22 Monday

3:21 am

Uncle Jun woke me up and super angry coz Janna left the water heater on, in their bathroom, at first he thought RV left it... But I said really the water heater is still there? It is already 3am... I told him I talked to Janna awhile ago and RV went out already and I asked Janna, who is using the water heater in their bathroom and she said that she's heating the water coz she will take her shower, that was 11pm... Now it is already 3am... Still,they are not allowed to stay here for the sharing of bills issue... Using the water heater in for 3 hours can raise the electric meter even my grandmother is commenting about the increase in electric meter...

I just need a witness for this...

I don't wanna comment coz RV is pressing me down again about the sharing of bills... So,ugly character of RV.... Read it here angels...

The issue is different on the topic that he is opening...

I think RV is having the spirit of Cain,who killed his elder sibling... So, God put a verdict on him,hear me...

Uncle Jun wanted to off the breaker but I said no! It will be the start of chaos, just talk to RV about this coz Janna is in their room now...

I think someone is putting a spell, group of cult including some people here and there.... RV can be Cain... Still, mysteriously linking on cult of ManaloZ...

But I still believe on the heart of the person... Even if there is a spell, if you have an intellectual mind and religious heart, the spell of cult of ManaloZ can never win...

Theory:

Being religious it can never define a particular religion... Church Of Christ shouldn't claim that they are the only truth even Muslims even Mormons even Christian but being a Born Again is not a religion but simply a fellowship of people who wanted a group to praise God,in a way...

But for Christians, I hope they will never push or force, I hope they will wait and respect the flow of each individual's life... Sometimes a LIFE needs to grow and learn on its own...

Sometimes we need a friend and the love the we wanted and need is on other dimension of earth... That friendship can lead to a confusion coz of the evil spirits that sometimes entering our body and entering our family...

8:48 am

Just for the clarification that RV is pressing me down on these matter...

My personal case:

I need money and self-fulfillment in a lil while... I mean job... I don't like anyone here now... I wanted upper friends and I'm not ready to face immature cult of friends on whatever...

I know how to flow but I know my own thing... I know how to be a good samaritan and I respect people who are a good samaritan to me like some people nearby... For those people, I prayed that one day I can return to them the favour...

But I have my own thing... And I wanna do my own thing...

9:15 am

Can we be Addams Family?

9:52 am

Addams Family is an example of a loving couple in spite of what is happening... The husband loves his wife or wifey so much....The 1964 version of Mrs Addams was just a small or petite girl and the husband was super tall... The husband always kiss the arms of his petite wife and always making her beautiful no matter what struggles they have, most specially on their wealth.

12:45 noon

RV sent a voice message on messenger, so weird the feature changed, they removed the download or save...

He is requesting me to go to the store for the 1k gcash for the wifi... Then,the next voice message is really ugly and on a very bossy voice he said

"that you feel you are very busy woman that you don't have a job and you couldn't answer the call and you feel that you are busy there, you are not doing anything there"...

Very disrespectful and painful in my part... I sent to RCC the copy of voice message... I said He is not my brother and I abandon him from this day onwards...

So sad... He is not mature... RV is putting me down,disrespectful and not thinking at all that I had have task here on dogs even on our dear aspin Lalah... RV makes me feel so low and a garbage... Words can hurt and can loose your dignity...

Once again, I declare RV is not my brother from this day onwards...

Lunch time and Dinner are hectic for me here... Lunch time I move and feed my bebeh John and our other dogs here... Busy time for me lunch and dinner....I cleaned here and I'm moving for whatever that I still have pain on my sciatica...

1:11 pm

Don't think that John is just a dog,no! He is a house dog, a house dog and a husky needs love and care if not he will swallow you like a fox or wolf! Taking care of John is not a joke, a serious matter...

John has a respect for me but if he is excited for a special reason he can pull the dining table and he is very strong and a real hunter! He is very strong and brave! John is a pure husky not 80%, not 85% not 99% but 100% pure husky meaning his wild character is sometimes coming out but I trained him to respect me!

John learned from me the "bite inhibition" it is learned when you are really mature 100%. Maturity it is not on having a job or having money it is about your character as a person and your view about life and reality in life...

This is an example of a Husky that lack of training and the owner missed something...

2pm

I still have the windblow trap.... I wanna have a good life will not sacrifice for anybody... I have the right to have my own mission or journey in life... I still need money and I want money for my starbucks everyday...

I have frustrations in life and I have complex and I'm not ready to face old friends that already have their own family and job and kids.

Seeing my old friends having kids makes me feel frustrated and I feel that I missed something in life.

I have my own personal anxiety, I still need money and job in a lil while... I HATE BEING TRAP!

I hate being the 2nd best that they were able to control my life... I wanna see donkey and camel.

I have complexities on my womanhood everything about it and having a child and facing no money and no one to love and facing menopausal stage....It scares me... I still need money...

2:32 pm

I wanna be wealthy...I want a monkey or raccoon as a pet... If God will give me the wealth I need for it...

8:26 pm

Finally I made John's repellant oil for ticks and fleas, an alternative....Repellant!

I think we should need to buy another lemongrass....Coz I made it pure oil for repellant, no water or no alcohol!

John also love the lemongrass scent.

How to put his repellant lemongrass oil?? On the tail, head, on his backbone and shoulder blade same on other oil such as frontline but this is only repellant... As I observed the lavender spray is as well effective as well as to eliminate his body or fur odor...

To be continued...

Buying these products is a big thrift for now... We can both use these fractionated coconut oil and essential oil for my skin as moisturizer and we can also make our own body sprays as well...

If you can't afford Nenuco for now, you can blend your own Nenuco for awhile...

9:49 pm

Done, watching "Elite" the season 1 to 6...

My personal case:

I still have the windblow trap, paranoia and panicky and with a mixed of self-pity coz I wanna buy more stuff, most specially bags...

I have no exposure for 15 years and I feel bitterish and frustrated and having complex...

I have spotting since 10th of this month and I have mixed-up emotions of fear and wants... Is it the end of life? I feel bitterish...

I need money and feel hurt since 2007 and the cult of ManaloZ is not guilty at all... They took away my life, stolen life that I supposed to be having...

I wanna leave the hometown... I feel bitter....No love for me for now,loving the arab man these days....