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keep-the-wolves-close · 7 months ago

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Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 4: Talk of the Town

Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

Rating: M

Warnings: some language, possibly more angst but tbh just a heavy conversation between the adults

Word count: 3,224ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! It's gonna start picking up here soon. I'm taking the time to enjoy the quiet before the storm lol.

Stella and Kayce got back to the camp and she let him go to Monica. Jimmy spotted her and waved her over. She smiled fondly at the wrangler. It had been a while since they’d been able to sit and talk. She sat in the chair she’d dubbed as hers with a sigh. “Hey JB.”

Jimmy looked at her timidly. “How’re you holdin’ up?”

Stella watched as he wiggled around in his seat. She leaned back and propped her elbow on the back of the chair, gingerly scratching her eyebrow. It was getting itchy which told Stella it was in the final healing stages. “I’m okay. My bruises are almost nothing, my ribs are still stiff if I sit too long, but I’m fine. How’re you, Mr. I ride broncs now and I’m damn good at it?” She smirked at him.

Jimmy ducked his head as his cheeks warmed up. “I wouldn’t say all that now.”

“I heard from Lloyd that you won a buckle! I’d say that’s pretty damn good!” She pushed his arm.

“I’m finally good at something.”

“Jimmy, you’ve always been good. The curmudgeons around here are just bitchy.”

Jimmy smiled at her words. If there was anyone who’d believed in him the entire time, he was sure it was Stella. “You’ll have to come watch one time.”

“I definitely will! Now that I’m up and moving. I might even let you take me.”

Jimmy’s face froze. “I dunno if that would be a good idea.”

“Why not?” Stella knitted her eyebrows together.

“I mean aren’t you and Kayce?” He made an awkward motion of kissy faces and making out with the air.

Stella belly laughed, catching the attention of everyone nearby. “You’re such a 12 year old!” She wiped a few tears from her laughter away and sniffled. “We are, but he’s not the jealous type.”

“The way he looked at me a few times says otherwise.”

“He’s just protective. He always has been.”

“If that helps you sleep at night, you call it that.”

“He might have just also still been confused and in the midst of whatever with Monica. Then he sees you making me laugh, and got irritated.”

“Well we’ll figure out logistics later. Ryan is glaring over here by the way.”

Stella huffed. “He and I got into it last night.”

“What about?”

“Me almost dying, becoming more involved in the ranch’s dirtier side.”

“I think it scares him. He doesn’t want to lose you. We all don’t.”

“But you guys won’t, Jay.”

His eyes widened at her. “How can you promise that with everything you’ve seen and experienced in the last year, the last six months alone?”

Stella held a finger out in his direction. “While you make a fair point, let me rephrase. You guys aren’t gonna lose me if I can help it.”

“Yeah. I know everyone would do everything they could to keep you safe, but it’s still not a solid promise. Bad shit happens that’s out of our control sometimes.”

Stella glared at the wrangler. “I hate it when you make sense," she mumbled.

“You love me for it, Stell.”

They shared a grin, but a throat clearing interrupted the happy moment. Stella looked over her shoulder, and frowned when she caught her brother’s eye. She faced Jimmy again. “JB, give us a minute, yeah?”

Jimmy nodded and made himself scarce. Stella didn’t bother to look at her brother. “Sit.”

He sat in the chair next to her. The air was thick with tension between the siblings. Ryan sat forward with his elbows propped on his knees and his hands folded. “Jimmy’s right,” he admitted quietly.

Stella pulled her lips together, thinking carefully about what he was confessing to. She knew he probably hated to say that Jimmy was right which meant this was weighing on him big time.

“I know you’re worried, Ryan.” She got him to focus on her instead of the flames. “But I know all of y’all, have done and would do their absolute damndest to make sure I come out unscathed. I don’t have to officially be Rip, until Rip is gone. And that ol’ bastard will be around for years to come. Kayce’s workin’ on mending that fence.” Stella smiled sympathetically to her brother. “And you know me, if I don’t think it’s a good idea, I will always voice my concerns or my disagreement.”

Ryan’s mouth turned upward in a small grin. If there was one thing he knew about Stella, her mouth was loud when it had to be. “Okay, you make a good point.” He gave her puppy dog eyes. “But can I cut you a deal?”

“Possibly? I’m not gonna promise anything, but I’ll at least hear you out.”

Ryan sat up straight to give her his proposal. “I’m fine with you going deeper. I’m a hypocrite for even thinking you shouldn’t when I have already. We both have.” Stella nodded, pleased that he’d apparently been doing some self reflection. He continued. “But the second I feel you’re in too deep, potentially unsafe—,” Stella interrupted him finishing his thought.

“—You can be the first one to pull me out of the deep end.” She smirked at her brother. “I wouldn’t expect any less from you because I would absolutely do the same.”

The siblings stared at each other, coming to a silent agreement. They would be each other’s life line in the craziness they were diving into. Stella adjusted her glasses in the bridge of her nose and smiled at him.

Footsteps from behind broke the duo out of their little bubble. Stella glanced back at who was making their way over. It was Monica.

Monica shoved her hands in her pockets and asked, “can I borrow her for a second, Ryan?” Ryan stood and patted his sister on the shoulder as he made his way off. Monica waited until he left and took a seat around the fire.

Stella leaned forward with a stick she’d found to stoke the fire with. She stole a glance at the woman across from her. “What’s on your mind?” Stella asked gently.

“Since it’s just us right now, can we talk about what’s going on?”

Stella nearly choked at Monica’s question. She knew it was a conversation that needed to be had sooner or later, but she’d really been hoping for later. She cleared her throat. “Uh, sure.”

“So you and Kayce are together now?” Monica took note of the flannel that was Kayce’s. The light marks that weren’t a part of the yellowing bruises on her neck. There had been little signs here and there before now that pointed to Monica that they were together. She and Kayce had also just finished talking about it. She wanted to make sure Stella wasn’t going to lie to her. She knew it was sneaky, but she had to. For her own peace of mind.

Stella pulled her lips together and nodded. Her chest caved in. “Yeah, we are.” Stella knew there would always be some animosity between them now. She’d accepted it. Monica and Kayce had split up. Kayce and Stella had fucked around. The best friends ended up together not long after. Monica had moved on too, but it was a wound that would probably always sting for her though. She and Stella had been on a pretty good level with each other for a really long time. They weren’t besties, but they could definitely get along.

Monica knew Stella had always had a soft spot for Kayce and Kayce for her. Before he even met her. Stella never said anything and missed out. That was her fault, and she just cared that he was happy. She always tried her hardest to respect the relationship and marriage and keep her distance, only reaching out every so often and only seeing Kayce if they ran into each other at the ranch, or if Monica invited her over. And Monica respected her for that.

Once Kayce and Monica had officially called it quits, Stella had just been concerned for her best friend’s well being. She knew that Monica meant the world to Kayce, and she didn’t know exactly what went down, but she knew it had probably been tearing him up. She got blinded by her feelings for him and didn’t do anything to stop them from getting in the way.

Monica took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She didn’t want to cause a scene or give anyone a free show. This wasn’t the time, nor the place.

Stella stared at her and kept going to fill the silence. “I don’t know what changed," she shrugged. "After you guys split officially and you moved on, I just wanted to keep him from going off the rails.”

“So you slept with him? Your best friend of 14 years? That’s how you kept him from going off the deep end?”

“No Monica, and you know that just as well as I do.”

“Do I?”

“I mean you should. You’ve known me for almost just as long. I know we weren’t really the best of friends, but you should know enough about me by now.”

“That’s what’s crushing me, Stella.” She sighed heavily. “You. Of all people.”

“I didn’t take him away, Monica. You guys called it quits. You went your way and he went his own way and something changed between us along the way. I didn’t put a gun to his head and make him.”

Monica stared at Stella from across the fire. She shook her head, “no you didn’t, but I thought I could trust you.”

“That’s the thing, Monica. You can. Not to make this a kindergarten argument, but he moved on me first.” Stella dropped the stick in her hand on the ground with a huff. “I didn’t really do much to stop it because I was taken out by my own feelings, and that’s on me.” She crossed her arms over her chest feeling too exposed. Raw. “To which I’m sorry for. I know sorry doesn’t make it better, but it had to be said.”

“Like I told you not long ago, I’ll always be around in Kayce’s life. We have a child. So inevitably your life too.”

“And like I told you that day, I understand and I wouldn’t expect anything different. Kayce told me you guys were gonna co-parent to keep stress on Tate minimal. Which seems like the best course of action.”

“Have you said anything to Tate about you and his dad?”

Stella shook her head assertively. “No. I wanted him to get settled into his new routine and once I got a chance to talk to you, with or without Kayce, then we would decide how to go about it from there.”

Monica sat back and appreciated the care of the thought process Stella had taken in regards to her child and his welfare. She looked past Stella and spotted Kayce as he marched over to the two of them. He looked worried. Monica panned back to Stella. “It looks like you’re gonna get your wish of talking to both of us.” She nodded to the man coming up behind Stella.

Stella felt the weight of Kayce’s hands leaning on the back of her chair and tilted her head back to look at him. He gazed down at her. Monica felt her stomach tighten at the intimate sight. It wouldn’t normally be an intimate motion, but it was like she was watching their souls intertwine with their eye contact.

“Everything okay?” Kayce asked Stella softly, for the second time that day.

She nodded and remembered what was happening and knocked herself back to reality. “Kayce, is Tate with grandpa?” He nodded. Stella waved to the empty chairs. “Pop a squat for a minute. You should be a part of this conversation.”

Kayce’s eyebrows knitted together, but he saved any questions for after he took a seat. “So what’s goin’ on,” he asked the women tentatively. Almost afraid of the answer.

Monica took the lead in answering him. “Stella and I were just going over a few things that we needed to update each other on. Laying a couple ground rules down.”

Kayce squinted between the two of them. “Okay,” he dragged out the syllables. “Ground rules of?”

“How this is gonna go around our son. When we’re gonna tell him about you and his aunt being together.”

Kayce’s eyes bugged but he corrected them quickly. He just got done talking to Monica about this. He didn’t expect this talk so soon. “I think you and I should get a schedule set for him for when he comes here and when you have him, first.”

“I agree.” Monica swallowed. “Once he’s adapted, should we all sit and tell him?”

Kayce looked at Stella for input. She changed her sitting position while she thought about the possibilities. “I mean, he’s gonna be hurt either way. We’ve gotta give him time and respect that, even if he’s only 10. But I think seeing his mom’s reaction would help him.”

Monica looked at her in question. “What do you mean by my reaction?”

“Well, if I’m being transparent, this calm chat wasn’t what I was expecting for when this topic came about. I know you’re not “okay” with it, but you haven’t tried to deck me yet.” Stella gave Monica a small smile. “So I think if he saw that, it might help him keep calm about the change.”

Kayce’s eyes lit up as Stella spoke. This was a completely different mindset from Stella than what he was used to. She was thinking like a mother. She sounded like a mother. A thought he’d never had before crossed his mind. It was with the potential for him to make Stella a mother in the future. He had to shake his head to break him out of the burning thoughts. “I think Stella’s right.”

Monica nodded. “That settles it then. We’ll tell him together.” She stared Stella down. “Can I trust you around my son? You’re involved in this shit mess just as much as his father.”

“Monica… if there’s one thing I can 100% guarantee you, it’s that I would do everything in my power to make sure your boy is safe. I know how much Kayce and you love him. He’s a great kid and I would do anything to keep him from getting hurt.” She laughed humorlessly. “For god's sake I got beat to shit trying to stop those men from taking him.” Monica stopped to look over her face. It had healed for the most part, but you could see the few scars that forever remained. The scene replayed in Stella’s head.

She had gone out to the barn to grab Abigail to go for a night ride. She spotted Tate and found it hard to believe that he would have been allowed to go to the pen by himself. Especially since she and Kayce had to break the horse for him still.

She remembered scaring Tate into running for his grandpa’s house, but the little boy turned back when he saw her getting beat on.

Tate screamed her name loud and clear, “Aunt Stella!!”

She grabbed a piece of rebar sticking out of the sand by the round pen and swung it at the face of the man that had Tate as hard as she could like she was hitting for a home run. The man’s jaw snapped shut and reopened as he let out a deafening scream.

“You filthy bitch!” The man’s words were garbled.

Tate started to dart toward her, but was snatched up by someone else.

“Stella!!” His tiny voice hollered.

Stella started to scramble for the second man, but was grabbed from behind. “Fuck you piece of shit! Let us go!”

A fist hammered down onto her head from the man that had her knocking her glasses off her face. She groaned as her vision blurred. She tried to get her foot behind or under the man’s leg, to sweep his foot out but he stayed on top of it. His arms were wrapped around the top of hers as she struggled to gain some high ground. She didn’t want to do this, but she didn’t have any other option but to ram her head backwards into his nose as hard as she could. Hopefully breaking it.

He yelped out, and loosened his grip. Her head started to thump wildly. She would have gotten away if the other man hadn’t been enraged and made his way back for her after getting Tate in the van.

“Fuck!” She squeaked out. He gripped her up by the neck making her lose air and landed a solid fist to her face, knocking her woozy. Her posture drooped and the man behind her let her fall to the ground.

She tried to claw her way back to standing to run toward the van, but the men kicked her sides and face. Anything they could get to to make sure she stayed down. The bunkhouse was too far away to have heard their screams. She couldn’t breathe from the wind being knocked out of her and her vision was starting to go. With one final attempt to crawl back to her feet to get to the van, the lead man landed a knockout blow to her chin with his foot and Stella stopped moving all together.

“Stella?” She heard Monica’s soft voice drift in from the outside of her mind.

“Yeah, sorry. It still races through my mind sometimes.” She looked down and fixed her glasses.

“I appreciate you fighting for my son, you know. I never got to say thank you properly with everything going on. I know his father probably said it for me, but I wanted you to know it wasn’t unnoticed.” Monica glanced at the wicked pink scar across her eye.

“Of course. I would want someone to do the same for me.” She pulled her lips tight against her teeth. “I also want you to know I will never bad mouth you to your kid. You're his mother. You’re always going to be in Kayce’s life because you’re Tate’s parents. I understand that. I just hope one day, you’ll be able to hate me a little less while going through life near each other. That’s really all I wanted to say.”

“I think we can come to that eventually. I need time.”

“Of course.” She smiled softly at Monica.

Monica realized it was late, and that she didn’t have a tent. “Where should I stay?”

Stella glanced at Kayce. “How ‘bout I stay with my brother tonight, so she can stay with Tate? I’ll have Jake take Flip back down tomorrow and grab her a tent. Which after Jake riding Flip up here today, that horse should be broke for the most part.” She looked at Monica. “If you wanna keep staying up here with us?”

Monica took in Stella’s courtesy towards her, even with the awkward air.

Kayce assessed Stella’s mood. “You sure?”

“Yes, Kayce. I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.”

“Thank you, Stella.” Monica expressed.

Stella’s eyebrows came together. “For what?”

“Letting me be with my boy.”

Stella chuckled. “He’s your son. Who am I to keep you from him?” She stood stiffly with a groan. She’d been sitting too long. “I’m gonna go find my brother.”

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lovelymary · 6 months ago

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Nothing You Confess Could Make Me Love You Less

"Take me in, into your darkest hour And I'll never desert you I'll stand by you Won't let nobody hurt you I'll stand by you"

Lisa closed her laptop and let out a deep sigh. The last couple of weeks had been a whirlwind, to say the least. Even though Bravo's status with Command was still up in the air, an emergency mission in Colombia called for the best DEVGRU had to offer, and for better or worse, that was still Bravo team. Given the importance and time-sensitive nature of the mission, Command had decided to send Lisa along with them to assist Ray, who was going to be acting as OIC.

So here they all were again, on the flight back to Virginia Beach after achieving mission success just like they had done countless times before. She had to admit that it felt great to be back in the action with her boys and she was especially grateful that she was able to be there to watch over them on this particular mission. Though as happy as she was, the significance of Sonny's confession before they had spun up still weighed heavily on her heart.

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2 weeks earlier…

Lisa was in her office, putting together the files she needed to bring with her to Colombia, when she got a text from Sonny asking her to come to the cages. The guys were gathered in the center of the room when she got there, apparently waiting for her to arrive. "What's going on?" she asked hesitantly, her eyes seeking Sonny out for some kind of indication as to what this was about, but his gaze never met hers. Instead, his eyes darted all over the room bouncing between the walls and back down to the floor as he started fidgeting with his hat, a telltale sign that he was nervous about what he was about to say.

"Listen, I…uh…I know we don't have much time before we head out, but there's something I need you guys to know about the last time we were in Colombia. I'm sure you all remember that I wasn't exactly at my best during that deployment. The truth is, I was in a pretty dark place, and when I left the safe house on my solo field trip, I didn't really know where I was going; all I knew was that I had to get the hell out of there. You know, Hannah and Leanne leaving and movin' back to Texas, it truly knocked me on my ass, and I guess what I really wanted was for it all to just stop — the hurt, the emptiness, the pain, you know, all of it,'' he paused to clear his throat and to get his emotions under control a bit before continuing. "So I uh, I ended up in Dibulla, where I got my fill of broads and booze and, um, even drugs. Bottom line, nothing was off limits if it meant that I would just stop hurting, if I could just stop feeling anything at all, if only for a little while. When Clay finally tracked me down, I was neck deep in a situation that I probably wouldn't have walked away from. Maybe that's why I did it; I don't know…Basically I uh, I got on the bad side of some local gang bangers, and if it wasn't for Clay, well, I probably would have ended up in a Colombian prison or dead in a ditch somewhere. I ain't proud of what I did, or the position I put Clay in, and I spent every single day after that doing whatever I could do just to make it up to him. Anyways, I uh, really didn't feel right going back there without reading you all in on what happened last time."

He paused to catch his breath and let it all sink in with the team. His eyes traveled around the room, trying to gauge everyone's reaction and he finally allowed himself to look at the one person whose gaze he'd been avoiding ever since she walked into the room. He looked at Lisa and could tell she was doing everything she could to keep her emotions in check, shoulders down and back with her jaw set tight. And when he looked into her eyes, he could see the tears that were starting to form despite her best efforts.

"Look," Sonny continued after a few moments. "I understand if y'all feel like you can't trust me right now and if you think it's best that I step aside for this mission, then that's what I'll do." He then turned to look at Jason, his team leader, his mentor and one of his best friends. "All I want is what's best for Bravo and I promise you, I will do whatever I need to do to earn your trust and respect back…all of you," he added as he turned to the rest of the team. "You know, a lot has changed since the last time we were in Colombia and I..uh…I'm not the same person I was back then. I know I tend to let my emotions get the best of me and act irrationally sometimes, but I swear to you, nothing like this will ever happen again. Ever." He turned to look at Lisa when he made that vow. It was a promise to the entire team, but especially to her.

He knew all too well her feelings about drugs and had seen firsthand how Danny's troubles had affected her when they were together. The last thing he ever wanted was to cause her any kind of pain and he couldn't bear the thought that his recklessness could be the final straw for them — the one thing that they couldn't come back from. He held her gaze for what felt like an eternity, desperately waiting for any indication of her reaction, good or bad. He saw her take a deep breath and just as she was about to speak, the moment was broken by the ringing of her cell phone.

Lisa swallowed the lump in her throat and answered her phone. Her head was spinning with questions and every possible emotion imaginable following the bombshell Sonny had just dropped, but as usual, duty was calling and all of that would have to be set aside for now.

"Yes, Sir. I understand. I'll be right there," she sighed as she clicked the phone off and turned to the guys. "Blackburn needs to see me before we take off…I'll uh see you guys on the plane." With one last look in Sonny's direction, Lisa tucked her phone back into her pocket and made her way out of the room.

Sonny hung his head and nodded slowly as he watched her leave. He understood why she had to go, but he couldn't help but feel the cruel irony that this job always seemed to find a way to come between them. He knew that he and Lisa wouldn't have been able to really have the conversation they needed to have with the entire team there, but he was still hoping for the slightest bit of reassurance that things between them would eventually be okay.

There wasn't much time to dwell on that though as the rest of the guys quickly got their bags together and headed out of the room after Jason asked to speak to Sonny alone. "This is it," he thought to himself. He'd finally pushed Jason to his limit and he was going to lose his spot on Bravo.

"Listen Jase," Sonny started once they were alone together, needing to say his piece before Jason kicked him off the team. "I know I broke Bravo's number one rule, I lied to you and to the entire team and there's no excuse for that. All I can say is I'm sorry, man, and I understand if this means that my time with Bravo's done. I get it. I just want you to know that being a part of this team and operating alongside of you has been the greatest honor and privilege of my life. My only regret is that I let my carelessness cost me one of the best things that's ever happened to me."

He let out a shaky breath as he held back his tears. His Bravo family meant everything to him and he couldn't believe that he was about to lose it all.

Jason sighed and ran his hands across his face. This definitely wasn't what he thought was going to happen when they had unexpectedly been called in while they were all on temporary suspension, but years of leading Bravo had conditioned him to be ready for just about anything. He had noticed that things had been rough for Sonny the last time they were in Colombia and he could definitely see that he was spinning out a little, but he'd just assumed that he'd pull himself out of it like he always did. Now that he knew just how bad things had gotten, he couldn't help but feel like he had let his brother down, even though he had been dealing with his own issues at the time and hadn't really been able to focus on anything other than his TBI and getting through the mission. Sonny could certainly be one of his most volatile teammates, but he was also one of the most loyal and Jason knew that when he put his mind to it, Sonny was just as capable as any of the other senior members of Bravo. Despite his reactive tendencies, Sonny always came through when they needed him and as far as Jason was concerned, that was what mattered most.

"Technically, we were Omega the last time around. Can't break Bravo rules if there's no Bravo."

"That's bull and you know it," Sonny scoffed. He appreciated what Jason was trying to do, but he didn't want him making exceptions for him. Actions had consequences and as much as it killed him to lose Bravo, he would take full responsibility for what he'd done.

Jason nodded in recognition, he should have known that Sonny wouldn't go for his lame attempt at rationalization. For all his faults, Sonny always owned up to his mistakes. Jason sighed and stepped a little closer to Sonny, his hand firmly gripping his shoulder.

"I'll tell you what I know," he kept his voice low even though they were the only ones in the room. "I know that in spite of everything that happened in Dibulla, you got your shit together when it mattered. You came through for the team, like you always do. Without you, we would have never taken down that enrichment facility and the Venezualans would have nukes by now. I know that when Clay got hit by that RPG in Mali, you used your own med kit to help him and you're the one that stayed back with him in Ramstein. When they finally brought him back to the States for his recovery, you were the one that was with him every step of the way at Walter Reed, that is what I know."

Sonny shrugged a little and looked down. "Any one of us would have done the same. He was our brother. Besides, Clay saved my life that day, if anyone was going to step up for him, it was going to be me."

"You know, you can tell yourself that you did all that because you felt like you owed Clay but we both know that you have done the exact same thing regardless. There isn't anything you won't do to help a brother in need. I'm just…I'm just sorry that none of us realized how much you needed us in Colombia."

"C'mon J., you know this ain't on you. I was the one you pushed everyone away and besides you had enough on your plate down there."

"Yeah, that's true, but you remember what you told me when we were looking for Ray in those mountains a few years ago? This world is a hell of a lot easier to navigate when you've got someone to lean on. I think we both lost sight of that during the Omega."

"Yeah, I guess we did," Sonny admitted quietly.

"Alright, so how about we make a pact right now? If we're ever in a tough spot again, we'll reach out for help. What do you say?" Jason held out his fist to Sonny, as he waited for his response.

"Wait. You mean, you're not kicking me off of Bravo?" Sonny asked with a bewildered look on his face.

"There's no Bravo without you, man. So, are you just going to leave me hanging here or do we have a deal?"

Sonny smiled and bumped his fist with Jason's in agreement, "Deal."

"Alright then," Jason wrapped one arm around Sonny's shoulder and grabbed his bags with the other. "Let's go show those cake-eaters what Bravo can do."

"Roger that, Boss."

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Lisa leaned back against her seat on the C-17 and took a few calming breaths trying to digest everything that had just happened in the last hour. She had hated leaving the way she did earlier, but she had no choice, the mission had to come first and if she was being honest she had no idea what to make of Sonny's confession right now anyway. She had known that something serious must have happened down there by the way Clay had given Sonny the cold shoulder when they got back but never in her wildest dreams would she have ever imagined that Sonny would have gone so far off the rails. Drugs? Gang bangers? What in the world had happened during those two days he had been gone? The anger and confusion she was feeling quickly made way for overwhelming guilt. Her best friend had been off the grid for 48 hours and she had barely noticed. He'd already been gone for a day when Clay had asked her if she knew where he was and it wasn't until that moment that she realized that he hadn't been back to the safe house.

For over a decade, she and Sonny had been practically inseparable while on deployment. Whenever they had any kind of downtime, they always gravitated towards each other and spent countless hours hanging out together. But all that changed when she had decided that they couldn't be friends, right before they were deployed on the Keating. She hadn't wanted to completely cut him out of her life, but she knew that being so close to him and not being able to be with him would hurt too much and she was just trying to make things a little easier. She'd convinced herself that it was for the best but in hindsight, she couldn't have been more wrong. They had both tried to move on but their attempts had been in vain, and resulted in Sonny spiraling worse than he ever had before, while she eventually ended up completely immersing herself in her work after things went south with Grant.

The sound of the guys boarding the plane breaks her out of her thoughts. Her gaze immediately drifts to Sonny and their eyes lock for a moment as he makes his way towards her. She quickly looks back towards her laptop in a desperate attempt to appear busy, but Sonny isn't deterred as he quietly takes a seat next to her. "Listen, Lisa, I know I messed up real bad this time" he sighs softly as he tries to find the right words.

"Sonny, we can't do this right now," she cuts him off, unable to keep the quiver out of her voice, "not here."

Sonny lets out a defeated breath. "Yeah, you're probably right. I, uh, I'll just let you get back to your work." He stands to leave but Lisa grabs his hand before he can walk away.

"Sonny, wait…"

He turns back toward her with a confused look on his face. She squeezes his hand reassuringly and repositions her hand so that she's holding onto his index finger with her whole hand. She's not sure how or when that became a thing for them but she was grateful for it now because it allowed her to convey to him all the things she couldn't say out loud yet. They'd been through so much in the last few months and she couldn't help but remember what Sonny had said to her the night of Clay's send-off… 'you're the only best friend I've got left'...

She still didn't know how she felt about everything that had happened in Colombia, but she knew that she wasn't willing to sacrifice their friendship for anything. They'd already lost so much precious time over the last couple of years, and in spite of everything, she knew that she needed him in her life just as much as he needed her. She looked up at Sonny with tears in her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? I just need some time."

Sonny softly rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand, "I'll wait as long as you need, Leese."

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Lisa had spent every single second she wasn't working in Colombia, scouring news articles, police reports and anything that could give her any insight into what had happened with Sonny and Clay in Dibulla. From what she had gathered, the gang that Sonny had apparently gotten himself mixed up with was known as Hijos del Diablo. Given that they were a low level local gang, the police had seemingly chalked up the body count at the hotel to run-of-the-mill gang violence that was common in the area. As far as she could tell, there were no open investigations, but Lisa had still asked Mandy if she had any old contacts in the area that could help them make sure there was nothing that could ever lead back to Sonny. The last thing they needed was for a witness or some old surveillance footage to come back to haunt them.

She pulled out her phone and quickly read through Mandy's last message one more time, thankful that her friend was able to come through for her so quickly. She wasn't surprised though, Mandy always found a way to make the impossible possible and there wasn't anything she wouldn't do to protect any one of the guys. She didn't know exactly what Mandy did but she had assured her that there wasn't anything that could ever lead back to Sonny. Her exact words were, "it's like they were never there." Lisa smiled as she put her phone away. She definitely owed Mandy several cases of beer and maybe even a nice bottle of champagne.

Now that she was sure that Sonny was in the clear, she felt like she could finally relax a little. She knew that she and Sonny had a lot to talk about, but for the first time since she found out about everything that had happened, she finally felt like everything would be okay. She looked across the plane and spotted Sonny sitting on his own at the far end of the aircraft. It wasn't unusual for the guys to go off on their own as a way to unwind on the flight back, but she knew that wasn't why Sonny was sitting alone right now. He was giving her time, just like she had asked him, but she knew that not being able to talk to her was killing him. It would probably be best to wait until they were in private to talk, but if she was being honest, the distance between them was starting to get to her too and she really didn't want to wait any longer.

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"Hey." She said softly, as she approached him. Sonny nods in acknowledgment and whispers "hey" without looking up. She sits next to him and puts her hand on his back. "I wish you would have come to me. I knew that you were hurting, but I guess I didn't realize how bad it was. Or maybe I just didn't want to see it."

He finally turns to look at her. "Yeah well, it's not like I was being all that agreeable at the time. I mean, the way I was treating you, I don't blame you for staying away. Besides, you had other things to worry about. It ain't on you to stop me from self-destructing."

"But you're my best friend Sonny and I just abandoned you when you needed me the most."

Out of everything that came out of Sonny's confession, that was what was troubling her the most. How could she have let herself get so consumed with work that she had completely missed that her best friend was falling apart? When he had angrily lashed out at her and blamed her for Hannah leaving, she had convinced herself that what Sonny needed was some time and space to cool off, so she had kept her distance. But in her heart, she knew that was a cop out. The truth was, she wasn't willing to admit that maybe Sonny wasn't entirely wrong. She hadn't set out to make Hannah feel like there was still something between her and Sonny, but that's what always tended to happen whenever she and Sonny were around each other. Even before they became more than friends, they had been giving people the wrong idea for years. The bond that they shared was just something they couldn't hide, even when they tried. She was sure the only reason they had been able to hide their relationship from the team for so long was because they were all so used to seeing how close she and Sonny were, but that wasn't the case with outsiders. She couldn't even remember how many fights she'd had about it with various boyfriends over the years.

"I uh I don't know why I always do that," she continued softly. "I push you away whenever I start seeing someone else and that's not fair, Sonny. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I get it. I mean the lines between us do tend to blur pretty easily. I guess it's just easier to try and make a clean break. Besides, I'm sure Grant wouldn't have been too happy to have me dragging you into my messes."

Lisa scoffs a little at the mention of Grant. "Yeah well, making Grant happy wasn't exactly a priority of mine anymore."

"Wait what? What the hell are you talking about, Davis?" He knew that she wasn't seeing Grant anymore but he had thought that was a more recent development. Had Lisa really stopped seeing him back then? She hadn't mentioned anything when he told her that Grant would also be proud of her when that captain said he wanted to try and fix the issues she had brought up in her paper. Although, now that he thought about it, she did seem a little squirrely when he mentioned Grant but he'd just assumed it was the natural awkwardness of discussing your current relationship with your ex.

"Forget it. It's not important," she shrugged and shook her head dismissively, but he saw the hurt that briefly flashed in her eyes before she quickly tucked it away.

"Come on now, that might work on the others, but I think you're forgetting how well I know ya darlin'. What am I missing here?"

She sighed and gave him a small smile. She should have known he'd see right through her. "Actually, I'm the one who missed something. I missed a whole lot of somethings really, like a whole other girlfriend in DC."

Sonny can't hide the look of utter shock from his face. He shakes his head in disgust and mutters, "idiot."

"I know. Some intel officer, right? I can't even recognize the signs that the guy I'm dating is seeing someone else."

"Not you, Lisa! Him. He's the idiot."

"Oh…" she says, giving him a small sheepish smile. "Well, idiot or not, I never should have let my relationship with him pull me away from our friendship." She sighed a little before continuing.

"It used to be easier, you know, convincing them that we were just friends. But after things got real with us, I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't argue that we didn't mean anything more to each other than just friends. I guess I thought it was just better to avoid the whole thing by keeping you at a distance. Conflict avoidance — it's a classic Davis move. See, I told you I was an idiot."

"Hey, quit talking about my girl that way." He lightly bumped her shoulder with his, keeping his tone light and joking even though the look in his eyes revealed his true feelings.

Lisa blushes a little at the term of endearment and looks down at her hands. "You still think of me as your girl?" she whispered softly.

"Yeah, you'll always be my girl," Sonny admits quietly, reaching out to take her hand in his. In spite of everything that had happened between them and everything they had been through, Lisa was still the woman he loved. She was the first woman he ever truly loved and he knew that he would never love anyone else the way he loved her. "I just hope that I haven't completely ruined my chances at calling you that." He squeezes her hand softly before continuing. "I know saying I'm sorry doesn't even come close to cutting it right now, but I am so sorry, Lisa. I swear to you, nothing like that will ever happen again. I know I tend to go all scorched earth when I'm upset or hurt, but I'm really trying to get a handle on all that. You know, trying to find better ways to cope and all."

"You are?" she asked with genuine curiosity and the tiniest hint of disbelief.

"Yeah, uh, I was helping Naima at the vet center the other day. She, uh, needed someone to set up some more bookcases in the library they've got there and well, see, they had this book there about different ways to cope when things get rough. Figured it was worth a shot, you know. Turns out, it ain't half bad. It's um giving me a different perspective on things and, uh you know, helping me understand things about myself a little better," he admitted quietly.

"Wow, that's incredible. I'm so proud of you," she nods softly as tears fill her eyes. "And I'm really glad it's helping because I don't ever want to see you hurting yourself like that again, Sonny."

"I won't. I promise," he says, brushing away a stray tear that had made its way down her cheek.

"I'm going to hold you to that, Quinn. I mean it, because if anything were to ever happen to you, I don't know that I'd survive it."

"You have my word, Lisa," he promised. "So does this mean we're good?" he asked tentatively.

Lisa saw the hopeful look in his eyes and bit her lip. There was still one thing she needed to know before she could truly put this whole thing to bed.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" She blurted it out before she could change her mind. "I mean if we hadn't gone back to Colombia, would you have told me what happened?"

"Lisa, you have to believe me; I never meant to keep it from you this long, I swear," he sighed heavily. "It's just between the ambush in Mali and what happened to Clay; there just never seemed to be a good time. Things were finally starting to get back to normal with us and I didn't want to risk losing it again so soon. Of course, then I went and messed it up anyways with my irrational temper. I'm really tryin' to work on that," he rambled a little and she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. Only then did he notice that she was still holding his hand. A wave of relief rushed over him as he realized that Lisa hadn't let go of his hand. Even though they were surrounded by all their teammates and various other staff members, even though he'd kept all this from her, even though he'd given her every reason to give up on him, she was still here holding his hand.

He took a steadying breath and continued, "Listen, Lisa, honestly, I think part of me was always worried that this whole mess would come back and bite me in the ass one day and I just couldn't stand the thought of putting you in a difficult spot with Command because of it. You've come so far and I'm so proud of you and I can't bear the thought of it all being compromised because of me. It's bad enough that I nearly wrecked everything with that whole Decker mess." Sonny sighed and hung his head a little.

"Hey, look at me." Lisa reached over and gently tilted his head up so he was looking at her. "First of all, I already told you, Decker deserved it and my only regret is not getting the chance to punch him myself. So you can stop feeling guilty about that, okay? I mean, sure, we had some fallout to deal with, but it was worth it. And you know, maybe we can both hold off on punching people for a little bit."

"Yeah, I think we can manage that," he chuckled.

"And as for what happened in Dibulla," Lisa continued. "You don't have to worry about that either."

"What? What do you mean?" he asked incredulously.

"Police records show that there aren't any open investigations about it and it seems like no one's really interested in pursuing the matter further. But I had Mandy look into it anyway and she made sure there wasn't anything to find even if someone were to ever look into it."

"When did you have time to do all that?" he asked, still trying to process everything she had just said.

"Well, we did have some down time during the mission," she shrugged and gave him a small smile.

"I...I don't know what to say. That's incredible. I can't believe it," he stammered, still a little shocked that she would do all that for him. "Thank you, Lisa. I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, but I'm so grateful to have you in my life. And if you'll let me, I'll spend the rest of my life doing whatever I can to prove it to you."

"I don't need you to prove anything to me, Sonny; just no more secrets, okay? No matter how bad you think it is."

"No more secrets, I promise. But that goes both ways, too. I mean I know you're basically Wonder Woman, but that doesn't mean you have to go through everything on your own. I know how much it must have hurt to find out that jackass was cheating on you and I hate that you felt you couldn't rely on your best friend for support."

"Okay, that's fair," she agreed softly. "But for the record, I do know that I can rely on you, it's just that old habits are hard to break sometimes. I'm sorry if I ever made you doubt that."

"It's alright, just as long as you know that I'll always have your back, no matter what. Even if all we can be right now is best friends." They were, as usual, in murky territory in their relationship. While they had grown so much closer ever since they had made up at Clay's memorial at the Bulkhead, nothing had really changed for them as far as the UCMJ was concerned. He knew they would have to figure it all out soon, but for now, all that mattered was that they were still a part of each other's lives.

Lisa smiles back at him and whispers, "I know," before lifting his hand up to her lips and lightly brushing her lips across the back. She then took his arm and draped it over her shoulder as she settled in closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

Sonny was a little surprised by this open display of affection, but if she was okay with it, he certainly wasn't going to complain. Relief washed over him as the anxiety he'd felt about everything that had happened in Dibulla finally started to lift.

"I can't believe this is really over," he sighed, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. "I never realized just how much this whole mess was weighing on me. I'm definitely going to owe Miss Mandy several cases of beer and maybe even some of that fancy champagne she likes."

Lisa let out a soft giggle and it was the sweetest sound to his ears. "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing," she admitted. "We definitely owe her for coming through for us so fast."

"We…" Sonny sighed contentedly, "I like the sound of that, you know, us being a 'we'."

"Me too," she smiled and snuggled in just a little bit closer to him, shifting so that her head was resting on his chest. She let her eyes drift close as she enjoyed the comfort of his embrace. After the emotional rollercoaster they had just been through, she was more than happy to let the sound of Sonny's steady heartbeat lull her into the most peaceful sleep she'd had in quite some time.

#sonny quinn #lisa davis #savis #lisa davis x sonny quinn #sonny quinn x lisa davis #davis x sonny #sonny x davis #seal team #writing #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic

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contraspectacle · 11 months ago

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UNKNOWN PLEASURES 01.25.2024

》 DJ: REED KAVANAH

This is gonna be long but fuck it: people of Chattanooga, you're so goddamn lovely. I'm genuinely grateful that I get to look forward to Unknown Pleasures every month now, it's worth every minute of the drive from Nashville - I'm on my laptop so I can't use emojis, but imagine all the sappy ones right here, because you're all gorgeous.

The list specifies what the performers danced to. It's all their own picks, besides a couple fill-ins - they got skills and amazing taste to boot (I'm lucky to have heard some synth music Phoenix is working on and it slaps heavily).

Also, here's a SoundCloud mix excerpted from the middle of the live mix! Let me know if you want more of these.

I'll be joined by DJ THEOCULTT for our extra-cyberpunk event next month, and I'm stoked to finally be in town for their set (I've seen them go hard when I've played some of my own personal top-tier favs - this always warms my heart). Also, Ariel is coming back with an experimental piece combining her live performance with a music-video-style VHS piece my friend Julia and I shot with her (sounds complicated but I promise it's fun)... AND we've got CRT from Atlanta playing a sick live industrial/body set. Be sure to check out CRT's label, DKA Records - they're based in Atlanta, but they put out great electronic music from all over the world, and you'll almost certainly find something interesting (like FUEDAL, whose track "Movin" you heard on Thursday).

One last thing: R.I.P. Luis Vasquez, Juan Mendez, and Simone Ling. They were massive losses to music, gone for tragic reasons. Do your thing, but please be safe and carry naloxone. DIY music is in dire straits, and we can't afford to lose any more of the beautiful, sensitive people who keep it going - there's work to do and shows to see.

Can't wait to see y'all again.

xoxo,

-R.K.

P.S: There's a requests board by the booth now - I can't play 'em all but I like to know what you like, so hit me! Apologies to whoever requested Boy Harsher's "Motion," cuz I accidentally played "Electric" instead lol - I have a BH setlist hanging on the wall behind me as we speak... I've committed a sin against Jae and Gus... but I shall atone next month, bet.

》 09:00PM: R.K.

Death in Vegas - Witchdance Dub

Lesson Seven, scott crow - Blind (Mark Pistel Remix)

The Grid - One Giant Step

Wire Spine - Hellraiser

Kissing the Pink - Certain Things are Likely

Mansfield.TYA - BB

Robotiko Rejekto - Rejekto (Pefekto Mix)

Silent Servant - Cut Unconscious

Eleven Pond - Sex Robot

Portion Control - The Great Divide (Razormaid Mix)

Marie Davidson & L'Oeil Nu - Renegade Breakdown (incl. Jessy Lanza Remix)

》 10:00PM: GODDESS PHOENIX (POLE)

Nuxx Vomica - FTEV (incl. Confines Remix)

Black Devil Disco Club - "H" Friend

Echoberyl - Taking the Space

Paradox Obscur - Dark Fortress

Liste Noir - Time is Your Crime

Moon 17 - Jellyfish

》 10:20PM: R.K.

Spike Hellis - Mouth

Blu Anxxiety - Macabre

Andi, Machino - Softly, Softly

Patriarchy - Hell Was Full (ADULT. Remix)

Working Men's Club - Valleys (Graham Massey Remix)

The Force Dimension - Algorythm (Manipulating Mix)

Cabaret Voltaire - Hypnotised

》 10:40PM: ARIEL PEAKE (FIRE)

Eartheater - Chop Suey (System of a Down cover)

》 10:45PM: R.K.

Axodry - You (Beauty and the Beat Mix)

Boy Harsher - LA

Cruel Blue - Vantablack

Marie Davidson - Work It

Annika Wolfe - Bust

Special Interest - LA Blues (Marie Davidson Remix)

PVA - Untethered

Fluid Ghost - Memory Extraction

Stacian - Grey Fate (Black Light Smoke Rework)

Moon 17 - Mirror Side

Depeche Mode - People Are People (Razormaid Mix)

Book of Love - Tubular Bells (Lullaby Version)

Buzz Kull - Into the Void

Male Tears - I Expire

The Soft Moon - Become the Lies

Nuovo Testamento - Heartbeat (Curses Remix)

Korine - Mt. Airy (Nuovo Testamento Remix)

Randolph & Mortimer - Dream Hack

Electronic - Dark Angel

Sextile - Contortion (RQ)

Nuxx Vomica - Easy Go (incl. Semantix Remix)

Celebrate the Nun - She's a Secretary

Catherine Moan - Fools

Madeline Goldstein - Edges of the Lines

》 12:00AM: GODDESS PHOENIX (BIRDLESQUE)

Eartheater - Solid Liquid Gas

Donzii - Pattern 26

Joyfriend - Trouble

Patriarchy - It Goes Fast (Sacred Skin Remix)

》 12:15AM: R.K.

Zanias - Simulation (Alen Skanner Remix)

》 12:20AM: ARIEL PEAKE (WHIP)

The Soft Moon - Black Sabbath (Black Sabbath cover)

》 12:30AM: R.K.

MVTANT - Damaged Goods (Gang of Four cover)

Jeff in Leather - In Leather

Kumo 99 - Gomi

Potochkine - Possédée (Maman Kusters Remix)

》 12:45AM: GODDESS PHOENIX + ARIEL PEAKE (DUO)

Scimitar - Flame War

Kontravoid - For What It Is

》 12:50AM: R.K.

Leaether Strip - Lullaby (The Cure cover)

》 01:00AM: ARIEL PEAKE (FIRE ENCORE)

Wachita China - CRAZY ABOUT M3GAN

》 01:05AM: R.K.

DJ これからの緊急災害 - Fuck the Pa1n Away (Peaches cover)

Panther Modern - Full Capacity

Fuedal - Movin

Modern Man - I'm So Tired (Fugazi cover)

M!R!M, Nuovo Testamento - Desert Love

Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence (Ewan Pearson Extended Mix)

Identified Patient, Sophie du Palais - Crush On You

Clay Pedrini - New Dream (I-Robots Reconstruction)

Tulioxi - Another Gang of Desperates (Roe Deers Remix)

Comfort Cure - They Told You Wrong

The Psychic Force - World In My Eyes (Depeche Mode cover)

MCL, Couleur Trois - Tekno Side Part Two

Aphex Twin - Windowlicker (Zuckr's Breaks Chop Up)

Madonna - Dress You Up (mixed into Windowlicker)

Parade Ground - Moans (cut short, my bad!)

Arnaud Rebotini - To (Wo)Men on the Assembly Line

Geneva Jacuzzi - Casket

Blu Anxxiety - Send Me an Angel (Real Life cover) (RQ)

Jeff in Leather - CRUSH

Sextile - LA DJ

New Order - Confusion (Pump Panel Reconstruction)

Dark Chisme - Lucretia My Reflection (The Sisters of Mercy cover)

Louisahhh - Hammer

Xibling - Bulletproof

Boy Harsher - Electric (meant to play Motion RQ - whoopsie)

Velvet Velour - Hydrophobia (Alen Skanner Remix)

Frankie Goes to Hollywood - Relax (Club 69 Future Anthem)

Dark Chisme - Vete de Aqui

SDH - Hectic

Debby Friday - I Got It

Nuxx Vomica - No Money

Underworld - Born Slippy (Nuxx)

Ex-Heir - No Pain No Brain

Kumo 99 - Adjacent Casualty

L.O.T.I.O.N. Multinational Corporation - Cybernetic Super Lover (feat. Lulu)

Nuovo Testamento - Vanity (Nuovo Testamento Disco Mix)

The Immortal(s) - Techno Syndrome (Theme from Mortal Kombat, 12" Mix)

Kate Bush - The Hounds of Love

Outro: Carrellee - Stay (Patriarchy Remix)

...this was five hours thanks to transitions, but the Spotify playlist is over SEVEN HOURS, so you sweet bb's got some listenin' to do :)

#Spotify

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hope someone stabs you on your way home you fucking pedophile

Let's start from the beginning. (do not harass)

edit: Jesus fuck, I've gotta fix these screenshots. For now, they've all got image descriptions and look fine when you click 'em. Done

This is a redacted copy-paste of my reblog at 2:26pm.

This is their response to my reblog, 18 minutes later.

This is their followup response to my reblog 20 minutes later.

A minute later, they (because of course it's them) sent me the Ask.

And finally, this is their follow-followup response 23 minutes later.

...So~ wth?

I think I should, like, say~ something~? Like, appropriate~? And not immature~?

This is gonna be more of a general post to people who think it's okay to tell someone to kill themself (holy hell) and, I guess, keep things from getting misunderstood.

First of all,

it's pretty frickin' irresponsibly childish to tell another person to commit suicide. Like, there's no telling how bad their day was, how much that could ruin their mood (and ability to function), or how close they are to that point. Fuck "jokes". That's childish at best.

But here's the thing,

I assumed a person who'd say something like "hang/kill yourself" is just a (childish-ass) kid who doesn't understand wtf they're saying or the affect it can have. Nevermind consequences. That's benefit of the doubt talking (for the most part), and I could be wrong. But let's assume I'm not. Let's assume this is just a (pre-)teen-ass person tellin' a "funny", though. Why? 'Cuase that's what I do when I see mofos talkin' waifus online. "Must be a kid." 'Cause, let's face it, the alternative's not great. At all. Am I correct in that assumption, though? Like, most of the time? ...possibly 😐

Remember that Reddit post

about how a buncha people who got auto-banned from a sub for participating in a teenage sub turned out to be in their 30's+? o_o And they even provided proof. 😑 Yeah, I'm sure that happens. But just like certain arguments online, I tend to lean towards the "they're 14" assumption. Nothin' against 14 year-olds as a demographic in this regard ('cause i know y'all here). There's just... a mentality and understanding that develops as your brain develops and you find yourself in certain shoes. iow: y'all immature 🤷🏿‍♂️

And that brings me to the other matter:

pedophiles. "Some" of these mofos are 20+ year-olds fantasizin' and lustin' over underaged characters. And that's its own issue that I'm not even tryin'a get into beyond what I already said.

But wait,

why did I censor this rude-ass harasser out in every image? Well, I was curious to get some kinda confirmation on their age (and mentality)... so I kept scrollin'. All I'mma say is 1) they claim to be in their late teens and 2) they clearly aren't doin' well mentally. Like, they ~just might be the kinda person who's too close to that edge to endure online harassment. Ya feel? And I don't need that shit. Fuck y'all. And fuck them especially. Movin' on.

Ah, and I should clarify something.

Whether we like it or not pre-teens are gonna engage sexually with eachother. Hopefully, it's consentual (and enjoyable for all parties involved). Whether or not they're doing it as a byproduct of trauma is honestly between them, their therapist(s), and whoever they're close to. All that is to say that kids, like adults, can be into some wild/weird shit. It's called sexuality. Whether or not they should act on it, especially at that age, is different conversation.

But wait, you still haven't explained yourself.

Well, I feel like I already did as much explainin' as I need to tbh. Just in case y'all didn't catch it, though... my original reblog was directed at underaged people who were into Asuka. fuckin' duh

. . . But why'd you reblog in the first place

considering their addendum? 'Eh, that don't even matter at this point.

#Ask #regarding a Reblog #long post #tumblr unhinged #tumblr shit #people of tumblr #suicide insults #this mofo #these kids #evangelion #rebuild of evangelion #thrice upon a time #asuka langley soryu #evangelion asuka #waifus #this or that #kids dating #a festering problem in anime communities

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archaeojones-archive · 2 years ago

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Anatomy 101

Anatomy 101: Anatomical Terms

"Ayo! So, first off, this ain't an ask. This is just fill-your-head-with-knowledge hour!

"We're gonna go a little outta order here - usually new anthropologists and archaeologists should learn a little bit o' the history of the field before proceeding, but this ain't your average classroom, dudes. We're gonna do a little anatomy practice! Anthropologists of many calibers have to learn at least little bit. Teachin' y'all this will give ya some help understanding some coming ask answers that might have some fancy body jargon. Not that I'm guaranteed to use the fancy words, but they do happen! So, without further ado, you can call me Professor Alfred F. Bones!"

"As you can see here, I'm standing. But this is special: this is anatomical position. This means I'm either lyin' on my back or standing upright with my arms held out to the side. An important distinction is knowin' that your thumbs should be pointing away from the body!

"When navigatin' the body, we use a few terms to describe it on paper. Let's start with that medial line you see. Humans are bilaterally symmetrical, so we have this neat split down the middle, like when you inkblot a piece-a paper and fold it. Movin' away from the medial line in either direction is a lateral direction. The opposite - back towards the middle - is moving medially. On the other hand, when moving up toward the skull, you are moving in a superior direction; moving down towards the feet is an inferior direction.

"Other than that, when specifically lookin' at a single limb, such as my arm there, they get special terminology. As you move closer to the body, that is a proximal direction. Moving out further towards the extremities like my fingers is moving distally."

"We also separate the body along three planes: coronal, sagittal, and transverse.

"The coronal plane separates ya into anterior - to the front - and posterior - to the back. It goes right through your head n' shoulders. The sagittal plane splits ya right down your skull and spine into left and right halves - basically, the medial line. And the transverse plane cuts you into your upper and lower body. It should split ya right around the belly button or the hips. Sheesh, I wouldn'ta asked my editor to do this if I'd known the diagram would take that long! Woof!"

"And finally - bear with me fellow diggers, we're nearly done - some basic parts of the skeleton. Do you ever think about how yer just walkin' around with a bunch of bones all the time? Neat, right? Maybe a little spooky, too, whoo!

"This one is easy. I won't go into specifics on all these bones, at least not yet. But we tend to separate the skeleton into the axial and the appendicular. The axial skeleton includes the skull, your ribs, the sternum, and your vertebrae. Your skull, by the by, is made up of your cranium and your mandible, or jaw. Your appendicular skeleton is made up of your limbs, aka your arms an' legs. If it helps to remember, appendicular is like the word appendages, which is what it concerns.

"But there you go! A crash course in anatomy. Some terms are different if we're talkin' about quadrupeds, or four-legged organisms, but hopefully this blog should only be concerned with us weirdos on two legs. In the future we may have more in-depth lessons, but I make no. Promises! Alright? Ya hear that? No promises. This is yer friendly neighborhood archaeologist signing off for the night!"

#ask archaeology boy #archaeology f jones #hetalia #hetalia ask blog #aph america #hws america #alfred f jones #dig it! // anatomy 101

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luminberry · 3 years ago

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Nighttime Cuddle

okay yes i know i have several prompts waiting for me to work on, im gonna get to em i swear ; ;/

BUT have this to maybe tide y'all over for a bit till i can get my shit together. Borrowing @stuffems lad Jasper..cause im gay alright?

kinda g/t gay cuddles

The movie marathon that was supposed to be for two hours had winded up being six on accident when you heard one of your movie watching partners Jasper say he hadn't seen one of your favorite movies before. The others had long since called it a night, leaving you and him yawning on the communal couch as the credits finally started rolling.

During the long film you had wound up reclining against the much bigger man, finding out he made a fantastic pillow and movie commentator alongside your own antics. You were comfortably warm resting against him and the siren call of sleep was starting to win against your defiant attempts at staying awake a few more minutes.

A long yawn roused you a bit as Jasper was apparently fighting the same battle you were, and giving in willingly by the looks of things.

"Tha movie was good n all but ah think we oughta call it a day, can't keep m'dang eyes open nother minute.."

"Yeah...Don't think I can even make it to my bed with how tired I feel right now. Guess I can crash on the couch for tonight." "Oh now that ain't gonna do, this rickey piece of junk's gonna mess yer dang back up somethin fierce if y'all try sleepin on it..Tell ya what, if ya don't mind sharin a bed for one night, y'all can spend tha night with me."

"Wait really..? If you're sure you don't mind, well I won't say no."

"Course! Ah wouldn't leave a lil thing like y'all out in tha cold like that. Ah'm man enough ta not mind sharin my bed with a friend now n then. Let's get ta movin before we both wind up passin out on tha couch though."

You gave a tired nod and managed to pull yourself from the cowboys warmth long enough to get off the damn couch and follow behind him towards his lodgings.

You didn't bother changing aside from slipping off your shoes and socks, leaving both by his door as you prepped for sleep as Jasper did much the same in the small bathroom nearby. Soon both of you were cleaned up and ready to pass out in the cosy looking bed nearby. It was alot damn bigger than yours by a good margin, then again Jasper easily had a few feet on you as well in the size category. You'd be able to stretch out with no problem, once you got into the bed of course.

Being the guest you let Jasper get in first and make himself comfortable before climbing in on the opposite side with some effort. Once you got up you wasted no time in ducking under the covers and making yourself comfortable, while giving Jasper a polite amount of space. His back was facing you as you got settled at long last, hugging a pillow to your side and feeling yourself relax as the much bigger man beside you turned the light off.

"G'night, hope y'all sleep alright tonight. If ya need anythin don't worry bout wakin me up okay?"

"Don't worry I think I'll be knocked out well until morning Jasper, g'night and sleep well!"

"Heh, Ah think Ah'll do much tha same at this point. Sleep well~"

It wasn't much longer after that when sleep claimed both of you with ease.

You woke up sometime in the middle of the night feeling a rather heavy weight slowly settling itself over you and gently squeezing you. Bleary eyed you tried to shift to see what was going on, and in the dim light of the room you figured out what was going on and felt your face start to heat up.

Jasper had turned over in his sleep and grabbed the pillow you were using to hug against himself..And in the process he had shifted to partially lay against you. You were flush to most of his chest by your back and now were pinned in place thanks to him hugging the pillow and trapping you inbetween it and his arm. If you angled your head a bit you could make out the mans sleeping face a ways above you, serenely still sleeping despite bearhugging you to himself.

..It wasn't bad if you were being honest with yourself, hugged close like this in such a gentle way. You liked Jasper plenty, he was a sweetheart of a man by anyones standard. He probably even knew how getting hugged by him now and then gave you fucking butterflies, it didn't help that he liked lifting you off your feet in the process thanks to just how much bigger he was than you.

You could wake him up and he'd move..but did you really want that? He was unfairly warm, not unbearably so but that lovely middleground that made him somehow perfect for cuddling like this. He wasn't crushing you either, the pillow gave just enough of a buffer to make it feel like you were under a heavy blanket. In short, somehow Jasper had managed to cuddle you close to him in his sleep, and it was unfairly nice...It was like he was subconsciously teasing you.

With Jaspers warmth slowly seeping into you, sleep was quickly once again overcoming you. And frankly you didn't mind going back to sleep like this, you knew you'd get teased good naturedly come morning, but right now you couldn't help but want to savor being in the large mans embrace like this until sleep forced your eyes to slip shut once more.

Several hours later, Jasper woke up feeling oddly very refreshed. He was about to shift when he remembered last night, and him inviting you to share his bed. He had also became aware of himself hugging something close under the blankets, and at first thought it was his spare pillow..before looking down and seeing you curled up adorably against him.

Fighting back the urge to coo and wake you up ruffling your head, he opted to hug you a big closer, feeling you shift and wiggle just a big against him. You were just too damn cute like that, he couldn't hold back the deep chuckle from rumbling out of his chest.

"Mornin sleepyhead, looks like we both slept pretty good huh?"

You woke up feeling warm and cosy still, before you outright felt a laugh roll over you..looks like Jasper caught you. Feeling your face heat up again you huffed and nodded, only feeling a tiny bit embarassed.

"Well I can't say I did..though I didn't know you really liked to cuddle in your sleep.."

"Eh, who can blame me when someone as adorable as yerself is beside em haha~ Oh c'mon don't hide like that, Ah'm jus teasin!"

"Lemme gooo already Jasper, you big damn teddy bear!"

You whined but Jasper's only retort was to hug you tighter and laugh more. Despite it all you'd say it was a good start to the morning regardless.

#g/t writing #g/t fluff #size difference #mawdness combat #jus no vore tho only fluff

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neon-junkie · 4 years ago

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For when requests are back open- first kiss w Micah?

HEY. sorry this request took so long!! I couldn’t think of the perfect situation, and then @oatcakebabie suggested this, so kudos to her for this game >:3

Reader is gender neutral!!!

This is such a childish game to be playing, so silly, not the game you'd expect a bunch of fully grown, bloodthirsty, fearless outlaws to be partaking in. But here you are, watching as Sean spins the bottle yet again, eager as always, and pulls a face of disgust as it lands on a gang member who isn't exactly partaking.

"I ain't kissing Cain!" Sean grunts, and reaches out to spin the bottle again.

"Ah, you gotta!" Mary-Beth jumps in, snatching the bottle away before Sean can reach it.

"What? why? he's a dog, and dogs can't play this game!"

"Where does it say that, huh?" Karen butts in, chuckling at the sight of Sean attempting to climb out of the hole he's dug.

"I ain't got a rule book on me-"

"-so you can't prove that dogs can't play?" Mary-Beth butts in, giggling along with Karen.

Sean doesn't reply, he huffs and puffs, turning to face Cain with a frown on his face. "C'mon then, you mutt," Sean sighs as he leans in. He scrunches his face up, shutting his eyes, and before he can even pucker his lips to give Cain a kiss, Cain has already begun licking his face, wagging his tail as he jumps into Sean's lap.

There's laughter around the campfire, yourself and the others watching through teary eyes as Sean manages to push Cain off him, urging for Cain to calm himself down. Within time, Cain does, but snuggles down on Sean's lap, making sure the camp knows that he's now got eyes for Sean.

"Lovely, just lovely!" Sean comments as he wipes his face with his sleeve, wiping off all the slobber he can. Sean doesn't bother sorting out the mess that he's now in, his clothes more creased than ever, and his hair is a scruffy mess, instead reaching out to take the bottle and push it in your direction.

"Go on then, your go," Sean urges, resting his hands atop of Cain. He gives him a small fuss, muttering under his breath about what a pain Cain can be.

"Oh, alright," you sigh. The game hasn't been too unfair on you so far; you were tasked to kiss Javier, who happily accepted, and Charles, who isn't playing but allowed you to place a kiss on his cheek. At least you haven't had to kiss any dogs, or Uncle, who keeps attempting to butt-in in an attempt of getting some affection. Poor man!

You place the bottle on its side in the centre of everybody, and give it a spin, watching nervously as it eventually lands on someone... There's a small gap between two of your fellow camp members, pointing at somebody who insisted that he definitely isn't playing.

For whatever reason, Sean had asked if Micah wanted to play, seeing as he's sitting nearby, to which Micah replied "I ain't a child." Sean had pushed and said that he's only rejecting because he knows nobody will kiss him, and Micah grumbled "if that's what helps you sleep at night," before moving a few seats away. He's sat in one of the tents, whittling a piece of wood into a spike (maybe to stab Sean with?) and probably eavesdropping into your group conversation, even though you're all talking rather loud.

There's a mixture of disapproving sighs as everybody looks over at Micah, who perks his head up, sensing all the eyes on him. "Oh, you might as well spin again, Micah isn't joining in," Karen comments.

"Wait, no, no!" Sean butts in, attempting to press all of Micah's buttons, "if Micah's going to sit here then he has to play, that's the rules!"

Micah raises a brow at his comment, "now, if I remember rightly, Charles also isn't playing, but he's still sat amongst y'all."

"Correction, Charles is... half-playing, he appreciates a good cheek kiss here 'n' there!" Sean corrects him, and Micah grumbles at his sassy reply.

"I ain't movin'."

"Then you're playin'."

Micah lets out a long, exaggerated sigh, shuffling up from his elbows to sit upright, one leg stretched out and the other folded. He sighs once more, and then decides to ask an important question. "Who's meant to be kissin' me?"

"Uh, me," you sheepishly reply. Micah isn't somebody that you interact with on the regular, passing comments here and there, but you've never had a proper conversation with your fellow camp member; of course, you've heard (and seen) all the red flags surrounding him, but that doesn't mean that you can't... find him attractive, right?

You'd never dare to tell anybody about your minor, secret admiration for the blonde man, nor that you've thought about him in a few ways before. You can feel your cheeks heating up at the way Micah looks at you, quietly replying "alright, if that's what you want," with a shrug.

"Y-you're alright with it?" you question, wanting to make sure you heard his reply correctly.

"That's what I just said, ain't it?" Micah rolls his eyes. Ugh, the sass, the audacity, but you only have yourself to fault for being into it - for being into him.

"Now, you ain't gotta if you don't wanna. This is Micah, we're talkin' about, eh?" Sean butts in with a laugh. You notice how everybody else nods along with his comment, and you can't help but feel sorry for Micah. Having all these people cower away from him must make him feel undesirable, and if you're to stoop to their level, then you'd be just as bad.

But God, you want this, so much so that you're shuffling over to Micah, settling beside him. His eyes are wide, but he quickly relaxes them, flashing you a cheeky grin in an attempt to cover up how surprised he is that you're actually going through with this.

Micah's enough of a gentleman to remove his hat, resting it on his lap, and then tilts his head and waits patiently, allowing you to take the lead. You nervously lick your lips before going for it, pressing your lips to his, your eyes scrunched shut. You're certain that you look uncomfortable, despite not meaning to be, it's the nerves!

Within seconds, you relax, untensing and moving your lips. To your surprise, Micah matches you, kissing you softly, his slightly chapped lips gliding over yours, his facial hair tickling your upper lip and cheeks. There's a burn in your stomach, and you're thankful that you're sat down, as your knees feel so weak that they definitely would have bucked beneath you.

This is just meant to be a kiss, a peck on the lips, maybe a few seconds longer. But Micah's now deepening the kiss, moving a hand up to cup your jawline as he nibbles on your bottom lip.Oh lord. You bite him back, earning a deep and drawn out chuckle, his lips pressed right against yours as he laughs. "Calm down," Micah mutters, barely loud enough for you to hear, "this is just meant to be a kiss," he says, and pecks you on the lips before moving away.

Micah returns to sitting back on his elbows as he places his hat back on, cockily brushing you off as if nothing happened, but you can tell from his rosy cheeks and blown pupils that he enjoyed that as much as you did. You let out a deep sigh as you shuffle back over to the others, not saying anything, unable to look at the variety of wide eyes and open mouths gawking at you.

"Right, that was weird," Sean finally speaks up, attempting to sweep some tension out of the air.

"I think it's time we all went to bed," Mary-Beth suggests, and everybody agrees, rushing to their feet and dispersing, leaving you starstruck at the campfire with Micah barely a few feet behind you.

There's silence for a few minutes, and you zone out, staring at the campfire until you hear a rustling behind you, followed by a hand gently pressed on your back, and a set of damp lips whispering huskily into your ear.

"You come and find me if you ever wanna play that game again, just me and you though, alright?" Micah suggests, chuckling as you eagerly nod in agreement.

He stands, wandering off from the campfire, heading out to the outskirts of camp - one of his favourite places to enjoy his own company in.

The offer is there, and Micah definitely won't mind if you decide to take it up right now.

#i hate that i cant insert my own gifs grrrr #rdrwriting #rdrdrabble #drabble #micah bell #gn!reader #first kiss #spin the bottle #micah bell x you #micah bell x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #levithestripper #sfw #friends to lovers

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donutloverxo · 5 years ago

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New Beginnings

Authors note- I promised you filth now I’m gonna deliver😈. Can be read as a sequel to white horse or a stand alone.

I’m sorry for subjecting y'all to this

Please like, comment and reblog 💕

Please do not steal steal or repost my content.

Summary- You and Steve are ready to take the next step in your relationship.

Warnings- smut, loss of virginity, mentions of voyeurism, mentions of sex toys, dub con(if you squint impossibly hard)

Word count- 2.5k (scroll to the middle if you wanna skip to smut)

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It had been over two weeks since the incident at the club. You were still traumatised from it. You felt a bit guilty about it, Steve and your other friends had been through so much worse their entire lives but you barely ever see them complaining about it.

And really it wasn’t even that bad. You didn’t have a single scratch from it, you had no right to feel so scared. You weren’t some dainty precious coward princess.

You woke up heaving and gasping for breathe. It was the same nightmare third night in a row. This time you were being held hostage in a bank robbery. It was always some variation of what had happened at the club. You looked at the time on your phone. It was 2 am.

Steve was in London. He’d be awake right now. He had been extremely patient with you. He insisted he didn’t have to go on the mission, he wanted to take care of you. But you didn’t want to take advantage of his caring nature insisted he go and you’d call him if anything goes wrong.

You stared at his contact in your phone contemplating the idea. You didn’t want him to worry, but at the same time you would hope he shared his troubling thoughts with you. You can’t expect him to be completely vulnerable with you without doing the same yourself.

Finally you sighed and called him. He picked up on the second ring.

“Hey doll.”

“Hey Stevie”, you smiled staring out your window from your bed. Really it was ridiculous how just hearing his voice made you feel calm and safe.

“How come you aren’t asleep?”, he asked and you could hear some shuffling in his background. Maybe he sneaked away from his teammates.

“I… I had a nightmare sort of.” You said playing with the strings on your sweatpants. “it’s really nothing. I mean you’re out there saving the world and I’m still stuck on something that happened weeks ago.”

He breathed your name almost as a way to scold you. “Don’t say that. You’re allowed to be scared. It’s completely normal”, you hummed to that and closed your eyes. His steady breathing making your sleepy. “actually I have to talk to you about that. I was going to wait till I got home and ask you over dinner.”

You moaned forcing your eyes open “what?”

“Well Nat and Sam are moving in the tower. I had an apartment there a while ago but then… It wasn’t for me. It has one of the best security systems in the world. You’ll be completely safe there”, he said and hesitated “maybe we could move in there. Together?”

You were wide awake now. Living in the tower would be amazing since it’s closer to work but living with Steve? Waking up next to him every morning, snuggling him every chance you get. That really sounds like a dream.

“Yes”, you blurt out.

“Really? You don’t want time to think about it?”, he asked and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“No. I think it’s an amazing idea.”

“Well then I can’t wait”

“Me neither”, you replied and drifted off to a dreamless slumber.

Over the next month you left your studio apartment and moved your things to the much larger penthouse. It was quiet high up. You would have to get used to the height.

You asked your doctor to start you on the pill. Tony Stark had offered you a position to work as a tech in the Avengers tower. It was your dream job. You had no intentions to get pregnant right now. But the idea of having kids with the super soldier wasn’t completely repulsive… One thing at a time!

Regardless of you taking the pill or not. You wouldn’t get pregnant because despite dating for over four months you and Steve hadn’t had sex. Was that weird? You were living and planning your future with a man you hadn’t slept with?

You had some steamy make out sessions when you’d grab his hand and make him grope you. When you felt his erection poking your thighs through his pants. That excited you and scared you at the same time. He felt so big. You were excited to see what he looked like but would it actually go in? That was a silly thought really.

He had confessed to you that he was a virgin and he was just looking for the right partner. You had some experience in the field but the fact that he didn’t put some pressure on you. What if he found you lacking in some way? You weren’t the most beautiful woman in the world.

Besides sex wasn’t your best friend. Although you liked the idea of it, it was kind of overrated. You had done it too soon in your previous relationships, and you were the kind of person that learns from her mistakes.

You were snuggling with Steve watching Netflix when a steamy scene came on. It wasn’t too graphic but extremely aesthetically pleasing. You felt Steve shift his hips under you.

“You know, I went to the doctor today. She started me on the pill.” You had to be brave. Just how long were you going to wait. After a couple of glasses of wine you had some liquid courage in you.

He hummed as a way to acknowledge you. “Maybe we should go to the bedroom.”

You smiled to yourself and switched off the tv.

Steve looked at you lighting some scented candles in the bedroom. ‘To set the mood’ apparently. He felt his whole life flash before his eyes.

How as a small sickly boy he felt vaguely jealous of his best friend Bucky. He never looked good enough standing next to him. He never really looked good anyway. If girls did talk to him it was because of Bucky.

He now cringed whenever he thought of those double dates. Where his date looked like she’d be anywhere in the world but with him. While Bucky’s date looked at him as if he was her world.

After the serum he was able to get the kind of body women fawned after. He had many women throw themselves at him. But there was no way to tell if it was genuine. If they saw him, the poor sick kid from Brooklyn, or if they saw the fame and glory of Captain America.

But then he met you. The first time you looked at him, really looked at him, he felt as if he was being truly seen for the first time in his life. You didn’t care so much about Captain America or the serum, you cared about him, listened to him and saw him.

It was as if part of him was missing for so long, that he found in you. He didn’t know how he ever lived without you. Now he would gladly give up the shield and everything that came with it to be with you.

He looked at you staring expectedly at him, kneeling in the middle of the bed.

He had little to no knowledge about sex or women in general.

He remembered how sneaked a peak at Bucky and a girl out of curiosity. He saw Bucky’s head between the girls legs. He ran away before he could see anymore.

When he asked Bucky what it was like he’d give him advice on how to please a woman, as if he was ever going to use it, until now.

‘Just remember to get her off at least once before you, tis only fair’

He swallowed when he looked at your figure. It definitely was extremely hard to wait to be with you for so long. He had thought and dreamed of this moment since he met you.

He recalled all the times he got embarrassingly hard at the slightest tough from you. He hoped and prayed that you hadn’t noticed, or maybe you did notice and liked it, why else would you be here?

All he’d ever done was made out with a few women. And there was that time Tony gifted him a rubber toy that resembled a woman’s bits as a crude and mean joke. He would never admit it but he did use it once before throwing it away. It was good…he couldn’t imagine how much better a real woman would feel, how much better you would feel.

You got tired of waiting and him staring at you with a blank face and crawled to him to the edge of the bed. You cradled his face in your hands and stared into his sea green orbs. You placed a kiss on his slightly cold soft lips. You felt his hands reach and squeeze your hips.

His hands roamed all over your body greedily taking in everything. He manoeuvred you till your head hit the pillow. He took off his shirt exposing his burly physique to you. You sat up and touched his pecs, your fingers gliding down tracing his abs.

You took off your nightgown and tossed it away. You watched him stare at you in awe. His hands shakily touched them and fondled them. He grazed your nipples under his thumb. They grew harder with his touch. He curiously squeezed them between his thumb and finger. He looked up at your face when he heard to gasp. His was growing harder and more impatient by the second.

He pushed you down on the bed. He kissed down your body, between your breath, then finally to your mould covered by your panties. He slid your panties off your legs. You awkwardly closed your legs shut. He sensed your discomfort and took off his pants and boxers.

Before you could see him he pushed your legs open and knelt down. He was awestruck looking at your pussy. Your juices glistening in the lowlight made his mouth water.

“Wait”, you exclaimed “no one… no ones ever” you babbled shaking your head.

He pushed you down. The fact that he can do anything to you, manhandle you however he likes, evoked something primal in him. He stuck his tongue out and tentatively to lick a stripe up your lips. You gasped and clasped onto his head.

He licked a few stripes as you thrashed and squirmed on the bed. You were making his job harder for him. He put his palm on your stomach to hold you still. He sucked your nub and you moaned. He went back and forth between sucking your nub harshly and licking fast quick strips.

You pushed his head in your pussy and latched onto it with both your hands as you came. You felt breathless and weightless, as if you were floating on a cloud.

He lapped at you before moving to kiss you. He got worried when he saw tears in your eyes. He wiped them with his thumb. “Hey what’s wrong?”, he had gotten too excited and lost himself in the moment.

This was completely new territory to you. You had never felt this before. None of your ex boyfriends had ever went down on you or made you come. That was such a mind blowing orgasm. You wondered if you had actually had a real orgasm before.

“I’m perfectly fine.”, you said and gave him a hazy smile. “it’s your turn now.”

You pushed him up by his pecs and sat up on your knees in front of him. You looked down and saw his cock hard and up against his stomach. It was the biggest and prettiest you had ever seen.

You grabbed it with both your hand and gave it a few strokes and pulls. “It’s so big”, you cooed.

He was extremely thankful to the serum in that moment. The way you looked at it and tugged at it, as if it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, and your compliment stroked his ego.

You opened your mouth as wide as you could and still struggled to fit him in it. You sucked at his tip and stroked the parts you couldn’t reach, which was more than half of it.

He bunched up your hair in his hand and groaned, trying to hold on from cuming in your mouth. It wouldn’t be too difficult for him to get hard again, what with you sitting right there naked as the day you were born, but he had other ideas.

He pushed your head away and tried to hold on by taking a few breathes. He bent down to kiss you, tasting himself on his mouth. You moaned in his mouth.

He broke the kiss to see you touching yourself. He wondered if you had been touching yourself with him in your mouth. Were you so desperate for him?

You slid two fingers in your pussy and smiled at his furrowed brows looking almost hypnotised by your pussy. “I’m afraid you won’t fit”, you giggled still on a high from your previous orgasm. “wanna taste?”, you asked and brought your fingers near his mouth.

He opened his mouth and sucked harshly on your fingers. Savoring your taste.

You climbed onto his lap staring into his eyes. You stroked his cock and lined him up to your pussy.

“I love you”, he said and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You bent down slowly and took him inch by inch in your pussy. “I love you too”, you moaned.

Having you around him, being inside you surrounded by your heat, felt as close to heaven as he would ever get. You were tight and snug and perfect. More perfect than he ever could’ve imagined or dreamed.

You bounced on his cock increasing the pace slowly and steadily. You kissed his shoulder then sucked on his earlobe.

You adjusted your hips to rub your clit on his pelvis with his cock hitting your g-stop you were on your way to your second orgasm. “Oh I’m gonna cum”, you breathed out in his ear.

“Do it, use me, cum on me”

You faltered and stopped gushing down his cock and screaming.

He laid you on the bed and started thrusting into you. You were still breathless and delirious from your orgasm.

He was always fascinated by how small and petite you were. With you under him and him draped over you, looking down at your face, he was sure that all you could see and feel was him.

He grabbed your hips and pushed harder into you. He was sure to leave bruises. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. It would be a reminder, for you, that you belong to him and him alone.

“Come on doll one more”, he was determined to bring you off one more time.

You moaned at him and wrapped yourself around him. You screamed and felt the knot in your belly release.

He hips stuttered, you felt him come inside you, his warm cum coating your walls.

He pulled out of you and laid down beside you trying to catch his breathe. You snuggled into his side and closed your eyes.

Maybe being here with you was a way the universe was paying him back for all the years he’d lost.

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qlsavage · 3 years ago

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OOOOO Kay y'all let's get this train a movin

So The Ghost and Molly McGee

The episode was really good in my opinion. Molly is a very optimistic character. We learn that her and her family move to a new town which means new school for Molls.

The area there in is called-

So when Molly finally gets to her new house, we already meet a few characters.

Her fam

And Scratch. Scratch is the total opposite of Molly. He's more pessimistic and likes to be alone.

I personally think Molly and Luz would have a great friend ship, but what really made me laugh is that Molly isn't even scared that there's a ghost in her house, better yet, she totally digs it.

But skip into later in the episode we see that Molly is going to another middle school. Throughout they school day, she has been left from countless students, she made a mess with herself mispronouncing a certain someone's name...

And Scratch keeps trying to make It worse. See now, I like Scratch, but him being selfish in this episode did kinda make loose interest in the character. After humiliating Molly in front of the entire school theater, Scratch feels deep guilt for her and his actions and takes over the body of "Andrea" to tell the students to lay off.

After that Molly is redeemed and she just forced Scratch to be her friend.

Over all I give the episode a 10/10. But just so you guys no I hate singing in TV, so that's like the only con for me when it comes to this show. But in general, I recommend people to go and watch it, it was good

Ok lemme look at the Amphiba episode now, see ya. ✌️

#idk anymore #the ghost and molly mcgee

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im-just-trying-to-get-bi · 3 years ago

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Charming: Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away, the king and queen were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. And throughout the land, everyone was happy... until the sun went down and they saw that their daughter was cursed with a frightful enchantment that took hold each and every night. Desperate, they sought the help of a fairy godmother who had them lock the young princess away in a tower, there to await the kiss... of the handsome Prince Charming. It was he who would chance the perilous journey through blistering cold and scorching desert traveling for many days and nights, risking life and limb to reach the Dragon's keep. For he was the bravest, and most handsome... in all the land. And it was destiny that his kiss would break the dreaded curse. He alone would climb to the highest room of the tallest tower to enter the princess's chambers, cross the room to her sleeping silhouette, pull back the gossamer curtains to find her-- [gasps] Big Bad Wolf: What? Charming: Princess... Fiona? Big Bad Wolf: No! Charming: Oh, thank heavens. Where is she? Big Bad Wolf: She's on her honeymoon. Charming: Honeymoon? With whom? So she said what's the problem, baby? What's the problem? I don't know Well, maybe I'm in love Think about it every time I think 'bout it Can't stop thinking 'bout it How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it, 'cause I can't ignore it If it's love, love Makes me wanna turn around and face me But I don't know nothing 'bout love Oh, come on, come on - Turn a little faster Come on, come on The world will follow after Come on, come on Everybody's after love So I said I'm a snowball running Running down into this spring that's coming all this love Melting under blue skies belting out sunlight Shimmering love Well, baby, I surrender To the strawberry ice cream Never ever end of all this love Well, I didn't mean to do it But there's no escaping your love These lines of lightning mean we're never alone Never alone, no, no Come on, come on Jump a little higher Come on, come on If you feel a little lighter Come on, come on We were once upon a time in love Hyah! We're accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally in love Accidentally I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love Accidentally in love I'm in love I'm in love It's so good to be home. Just you and me and... - Two can be as bad as one... - Donkey? Shrek! Fiona! Aren't you two a sight for sore eyes! Give us a hug, Shrek, you old love machine. And look at you, Mrs. Shrek. How 'bout a side of sugar for the steed? Donkey, what are you doing here? Taking care of your love nest for you. Oh, you mean like... sorting the mail and watering the plants? - Yeah, and feeding the fish! - I don't have any fish. You do now. I call that one Shrek and the other Fiona. That Shrek is a rascally devil. Get your... Look at the time. I guess you'd better be going. Don't you want to tell me about your trip? Or how about a game of Parcheesi? Actually, Donkey? Shouldn't you be getting home to Dragon? Oh, yeah, that. I don't know. She's been all moody and stuff lately. I thought I'd move in with you. You know we're always happy to see you, Donkey. But Fiona and I are married now. We need a little time, you know, to be together. Just with each other. Alone. Say no more. You don't have to worry about a thing. I will always be here to make sure nobody bothers you. - Donkey. - Yes, roomie? You're bothering me. Oh, OK. All right, cool. I guess... Me and Pinocchio was going to catch a tournament, anyway, so... Maybe I'll see y'all Sunday for a barbecue or something. He'll be fine. Now, where were we? Oh. I think I remember. - Donkey! I know, I know! Alone! I'm going! I'm going. What do you want me to tell these other guys? Enough, Reggie. "Dearest Princess Fiona. You are hereby summoned to the Kingdom of Far, Far Away for a royal ball in celebration of your marriage at which time the King will bestow his royal blessing... upon you and

your...uh... Prince Charming. Love, the King and Queen of Far, Far Away. aka Mom and Dad." Mom and Dad? - Prince Charming? - Royal ball?! Can I come? - We're not going. - What?! I mean, don't you think they might be a bit... shocked to see you like this? Well, they might be a bit surprised. But they're my parents, Shrek. They love me. And don't worry. They'll love you, too. Yeah, right. Somehow I don't think I'll be welcome at the country club. Stop it. They're not like that. How do you explain Sergeant Pompous and the Fancy Pants Club Band? Oh, come on! You could at least give them a chance. To do what? Sharpen their pitchforks? No! They just want to give you their blessing. Oh, great. Now I need their blessing? If you want to be a part of this family, yes! Who says I want to be part of this family? You did! When you married me! Well, there's some fine print for you! So that's it? You won't come? Trust me. It's a bad idea. We are not going! And that's final! Come on! We don't want to hit traffic! Don't worry! We'll take care of everything. - Hey, wait for me. Oof! Hit it! Move 'em on! Head 'em up! Head 'em up, move 'em on! Head 'em up! Rawhide! Move 'em on! Head 'em up! Move 'em on! Move 'em on! Head 'em up! Rawhide! Ride 'em up! Move 'em on! Head 'em up! Move 'em on! Rawhide! Knock 'em out! Pound 'em dead! Make 'em tea! Buy 'em drinks! Meet their mamas! Milk 'em hard! Rawhide! Yee-haw! - Are we there yet? - No. - Are we there yet? - Not yet. - OK, are we there yet? - No. - Are we there yet? - No! - Are we there yet? - No! - Are we there yet? - No! - Are we there yet?! - We are not! - Are we there yet?! - Yes! - Really?! - No!! - Are we there yet? - That's not funny. That's really immature. - This is why nobody likes ogres. - Your loss! - I'm gonna just stop talking. - Finally! This is taking forever, Shrek. There's no in-flight movie or nothing! The Kingdom of Far, Far Away, Donkey. That's where we're going. Far, far... away! All right, all right, I get it. I'm just so darn bored. Well, find a way to entertain yourself. For five minutes... Could you not be yourself... for five minutes?! Are we there yet?! - Yes! - Oh, finally! Wow! It's going to be champagne wishes and caviar dreams from now on. Hey, good-looking! We'll be back to pick you up later! Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me We are definitely not in the swamp anymore. Halt! Well, I talk about it, talk about it, talk about it, talk about it Hey, everyone, look. Talk about, talk about movin'... Hey, ladies! Nice day for a parade, huh? You working that hat. Swimming pools! Movie stars! Announcing the long-awaited return of the beautiful Princess Fiona and her new husband. Well, this is it. - This is it. - This is it. This is it. Uh... why don't you guys go ahead? I'll park the car. So... you still think this was a good idea? Of course! Look. Mom and Dad look happy to see us. - Who on earth are they? - I think that's our little girl. That's not little! That's a really big problem. Wasn't she supposed to kiss Prince Charming and break the spell? Well, he's no Prince Charming, but they do look... Happy now? We came. We saw them. Now let's go before they light the torches. - They're my parents. - Hello? They locked you in a tower. That was for my own... Good! Here's our chance. Let's go back inside and pretend we're not home. Harold, we have to be... Quick! While they're not looking we can make a run for it. Shrek, stop it! Everything's gonna be... A disaster! There is no way... - You can do this. - I really... - Really... - don't... want... to... be... Here! Mom... Dad... I'd like you to meet my husband... Shrek. Well, um... It's easy to see where Fiona gets her good looks from. - Excuse me. Better out than in, I always say, eh, Fiona? That's good. I guess not. What do you mean, not on the list? Don't tell me you don't know who I am. What do you mean, not on the list? Don't tell me you don't know who I am. What's happening, everybody? Thanks for waiting. - I had the hardest time finding this place. - No! No! Bad donkey! Bad! Down! No, Dad! It's all

right. It's all right. He's with us. - He helped rescue me from the dragon. - That's me: the noble steed. Waiter! How 'bout a bowl for the steed? Oh, boy. - Um, Shrek? - Yeah? Oh, sorry! Great soup, Mrs Q. Mmm! No, no. Darling. Oh! So, Fiona, tell us about where you live. Well... Shrek owns his own land. - Don't you, honey? - Oh, yes! It's in an enchanted forest abundant in squirrels and cute little duckies and... What?! I know you ain't talking about the swamp. An ogre from a swamp. Oh! How original. I suppose that would be a fine place to raise the children. It's a bit early to be thinking about that, isn't it? - indeed. I just started eating. - Harold! - What's that supposed to mean? - Dad. It's great. OK? - For his type. Yes. - My type?! I got to go to the bathroom. - Dinner is served! - Never mind. I can hold it. Bon appetite! Oh, Mexican food! My favorite. Let's not sit here with our tummies rumbling. Everybody, dig in. Don't mind if I do, Lillian. I suppose any grandchildren I could expect from you would be... Ogres. Yes! Not that there's anything wrong with that. Right, Harold? Oh, no! No! Of course, not! That is, assuming you don't eat your own young! Dad! No, we usually prefer the ones who've been locked away in a tower! - Shrek, please! - I only did that because I love her. Aye, day care or dragon-guarded castle. You wouldn't understand. You're not her father. It's so nice to have the family together for dinner. - Harold! - Shrek! - Fiona! - Fiona! - Mom! - Harold... Donkey! Your fallen tears have called to me So, here comes my sweet remedy I know what every princess needs For her to live life happily... Oh, my dear. Oh, look at you. You're all grown up. - Who are you? - Oh, sweet pea! I'm your fairy godmother. - I have a fairy godmother? - Shush, shush. Now, don't worry. I'm here to make it all better. With just a... Wave of my magic wand Your troubles will soon be gone With a flick of the wrist and just a flash You'll land a prince with a ton of cash A high-priced dress made by mice no less Some crystal glass pumps And no more stress Your worries will vanish, your soul will cleanse Confide in your very own furniture friends We'll help you set a new fashion trend - I'll make you fancy, I'll make you great - The kind of girl a prince would date! They'll write your name on the bathroom wall... For a happy ever after, give Fiona a call! A sporty carriage to ride in style, Sexy man boy chauffeur, Kyle Banish your blemishes, tooth decay, Cellulite thighs will fade away And oh, what the hey! Have a bichon fris!' Nip and tuck, here and there to land that prince with the perfect hair Lipstick liners, shadows blush To get that prince with the sexy tush Lucky day, hunk buffet You and your prince take a roll in the hay You can spoon on the moon With the prince to the tune Don't be drab, you'll be fab Your prince will have rock-hard abs Cheese souffle, Valentine's Day Have some chicken fricassee! Nip and tuck, here and there To land that prince with the perfect hair Stop! Look... Thank you very much, Fairy Godmother, but I really don't need all this. - Fine. Be that way. - We didn't like you, anyway. - Fiona? Fiona? Oh! You got a puppy? All I got in my room was shampoo. Oh, uh... Fairy Godmother, furniture... I'd like you to meet my husband, Shrek. Your husband?! What? What did you say? When did this happen? Shrek is the one who rescued me. - But that can't be right. - Oh, great. More relatives! She's just trying to help. Good! She can help us pack. Get your coat, dear. We're leaving. - What?! - I don't want to leave. When did you decide this? - Shortly after arriving. - Look, I'm sorry... No. That's all right. I need to go, anyway. But remember, dear. If you should ever need me... happiness... is just a teardrop away. Thanks, but we've got all the happiness we need. Happy, happy, happy... So I see. Let's go, Kyle. - Very nice, Shrek. - What? I told you coming here was a bad idea. You could've at least tried to get along with my father. I don't think I was going to get Daddy's blessing, even if I did want it. Do you

think it might be nice if somebody asked me what I wanted? Sure. Do you want me to pack for you? You're unbelievable! You're behaving like a... - Go on! Say it! - Like an ogre! Here's a news flash for you! Whether your parents like it or not... I am an ogre! And guess what, Princess? That's not about to change. I've made changes for you, Shrek. Think about that. That's real smooth, Shrek. I'm an ogre! I knew this would happen. You should. You started it. I can hardly believe that, Lillian. He's the ogre. Not me. I think, Harold, you're taking this a little too personally. This is Fiona's choice. But she was supposed to choose the prince we picked for her. I mean, you expect me to give my blessings to this... thing? Fiona does. And she'll never forgive you if you don't. I don't want to lose our daughter again, Harold. Oh, you act as if love is totally predictable. Don't you remember when we were young? We used to walk down by the lily pond and... - they were in bloom... - Our first kiss. It's not the same! I don't think you realize that our daughter has married a monster! Oh, stop being such a drama king. Fine! Pretend there's nothing wrong! La, di, da, di, da! Isn't it all wonderful! I'd like to know how it could get any worse! - Hello, Harold. - What happened? - Nothing, dear! Just the old crusade wound playing up a bit! I'll just stretch it out here for a while. You better get in. We need to talk. Actually, Fairy Godmother, off to bed. Already taken my pills, and they tend to make me a bit drowsy. So, how about... we make this a quick visit. What? Oh, hello. Ha-ha-ha! So, what's new? You remember my son, Prince Charming?! ls that you? My gosh! It's been years. When did you get back? Oh, about five minutes ago, actually. After I endured blistering winds, scorching desert... I climbed to the highest room in the tallest tower... Mommy can handle this. He endures blistering winds and scorching desert! He climbs to the highest bloody room of the tallest bloody tower... And what does he find? Some gender-confused wolf telling him that his princess... is already married. It wasn't my fault. He didn't get there in time. Stop the car! Harold. You force me to do something. I really don't want to do. Where are we? Hi. Welcome to Friar's Fat Boy! May I take your order? My diet is ruined! I hope you're happy. Uh... Okay. Two Renaissance Wraps, no mayo... chili rings... - I'll have the Medieval Meal. - One Medieval Meal, and, Harold... - Curly fries? - No, thank you. - Sourdough soft taco, then? - No, really, I'm fine. Your order, Fairy Godmother. This comes with the Medieval Meal. There you are, dear. We made a deal, Harold. And I assume you don't want me to go back on my part. Indeed not. So, Fiona and Charming will be together. - Yes. - Believe me, Harold. It's what's best. Not only for your daughter... But for your Kingdom. What am I supposed to do about it? Use your imagination. Oh... Come on in, Your Majesty. I like my town With a little drop of poison Nobody knows... Excuse me. Do I know you? No, you must be mistaking me for someone else. Uh... excuse me. I'm looking for the Ugly Stepsister. Ah! There you are. Right. You see, I need to have someone taken care of. - Who's the guy? - Well, he's not a guy, per se. Um... He's an ogre. Hey, buddy, let me clue you in. There's only one fellow who can handle a job like that, and, frankly... he don't like to be disturbed. he don't like to be disturbed. Where could I find him? Hello? Who dares enter my room? Sorry! I hope I'm not interrupting, but I'm told you're the one to talk to about an ogre problem? You are told correct. But for this, I charge a great deal of money. Would... this be enough? You have engaged my valuable services, Your Majesty. Just tell me where I can find this ogre. Everyone says I'm getting down too low Everyone says you've just gotta let it go You just gotta let it go I need some sleep Time to put the old horse down I'm in too deep And the wheels keep spinning round Everyone says you've just gotta let it go Everyone says you've just gotta let it go Dear

Knight, I pray that you take this favor as a token of my gratitude. Dear Diary... Sleeping Beauty is having a slumber party tomorrow, but Dad says I can't go. He never lets me out after sunset. Dad says I'm going away for a while. Must be like some finishing school. Mom says that when I'm old enough, my Prince Charming will rescue me from my tower and bring me back to my family, and we'll all live happily ever after. Mrs. Fiona Charming. Mrs. Fiona Charming. Mrs. Fiona Charming. Mrs. Fiona Charming. Sorry. I hope I'm not interrupting anything. No. No. I was just reading a, uh... a scary book. I was hoping you'd let me apologize for my despicable behavior earlier. - Okay... - I don't know what came over me. Do you suppose we could pretend it never happened and start over... - Look, Your Majesty, I just... - Please. Call me. Dad. Dad. We both acted like ogres. Maybe we just need some time to get to know each other? Excellent idea! I was actually hoping you might join me for a morning hunt. A little father-son time? I know it would mean the world to Fiona. Shall we say, Face it, Donkey! We're lost. We can't be lost. We followed the King's instructions exactly. Head to the darkest part of the woods...Past the sinister trees with scary-looking branches.- The bush shaped like Shirley Bassey! - We passed that three times already! You were the one who said not to stop for directions. Oh, great. My one chance to fix things up with Fiona's dad and I end up lost in the woods with you! Don't get huffy! I'm only trying to help. I know! I know. - I'm sorry, all right? - Hey, don't worry about it. I just really need to make things work with this guy. Yeah, sure. Now let's go bond with Daddy. Well, well, well, Donkey. I know it was kind of a tender moment back there, but the purring? What? I ain't purring. Sure. What's next? A hug? Hey, Shrek. Donkeys don't purr. What do you think I am, some kind of a... Ha-ha! Fear me, if you dare! Look! A little cat. - Look out, Shrek! He got a piece! - It's a cat, Donkey. Come here, little kitty, kitty. Come on, little kitty. Come here. Oh! Come here, little kitty. - Whoa! - Hold on, Shrek! I'm coming! - Come on! Get it off! Get it off! Oh, God. Oh... No! - Look out, Shrek! Hold still! - Get it off! Shrek! Hold still! - Did I miss? - No. You got them. Now, ye ogre, pray for mercy from... Puss... In Boots! I'll kill that cat! Ah-ha-ha! Hairball. - Oh! That is nasty! What should we do with him? Take the sword and neuter him. Give him the Bob Barker treatment. Oh, no! Por favor! Please! I implore you! It was nothing personal, Senor. I was doing it only for my family. My mother, she is sick. And my father lives off the garbage! The King offered me much in gold and I have a litter of brothers... Whoa, whoa, whoa! Fiona's father paid you to do this? The rich King? Si. Well, so much for Dad's royal blessing. Don't feel bad. Almost everybody that meets you wants to kill you. Gee, thanks. Maybe Fiona would've been better off if I were some sort of Prince Charming. That's what the King said. Oh, uh... sorry. I thought that question was directed at me. Shrek, Fiona knows you'd do anything for her. Well, it's not like I wouldn't change if I could. I just... I just wish I could make her happy. Hold the phone... Happiness.A tear drop away.Donkey! Think of the saddest thing that's ever happened to you! Man, where do I begin? First there was the time that old farmer tried to sell me for some magic beans. Then this fool had a party and he have the guests trying to pin the tail on me. Then they got drunk and start beating me with a stick, going Pinata!! What is a pinata, anyway?! No, Donkey! I need you to cry! Don't go projecting on me. I know you're feeling bad, but you got to... Aaaahhh! You little, hairy, litter-licking sack of... What? Is it on? Is it on? This is Fairy Godmother. I'm either away from my desk or with a client. But if you come by the office, we'll be glad to make you an appointment. Have a happy ever after. Oh... Are you up for a little quest, Donkey? That's more like it! Shrek and Donkey, on

another whirlwind adventure! Ain't no stoppin' us now! Whoo! We're on the move! - Stop, Ogre! I have misjudged you. - Join the club. We've got jackets. On my honor, I am obliged to accompany you until I have saved your life as you have spared me mine. The position of annoying talking animal has already been taken. Let's go, Shrek. Shrek? - Shrek! - Aw, come on, Donkey. Look at him... In his wee little boots. You know, how many cats can wear boots? Honestly. - Let's keep him! - Say what?! Ahh! Listen. He's purring! - Oh, so now it's cute. - Come on, Donkey. Lighten up. Lighten up?! I should lighten up? Look who's telling who to lighten up! Lighten up?! I should lighten up? Look who's telling who to lighten up! Shrek! Shrek? They're both festive, aren't they? What do you think, Harold? Um... Yes, yes. Fine. Fine. Try to at least pretend you're interested in your daughter's wedding ball. Honestly, Lillian, I don't think it matters. How do we know there will even be a ball? Mom. Dad. - Oh, hello, dear. - What's that, Cedric? Right! Coming. Mom, have you seen Shrek? I haven't. You should ask your father. Be sure and use small words, dear. He's a little slow this morning. - Can I help you, Your Majesty? - Ah, yes! Um... Mmm! Exquisite. What do you call this dish? That would be the dog's breakfast, Your Majesty. Ah, yes. Very good, then. Carry on, Cedric. - Dad? Dad, have you seen Shrek? - No, I haven't, dear. I'm sure he just went off to look for a nice... mud hole to cool down in. You know, after your little spat last night. Oh. You heard that, huh? The whole kingdom heard you. I mean, after all, it is in his nature to be... well, a bit of a brute. Him? You know, you didn't exactly roll out the Welcome Wagon. Well, what did you expect? Look at what he's done to you. Shrek loves me for who I am. I would think you'd be happy for me. Darling, I'm just thinking about what's best for you. Maybe you should do the same. No, really? Shh... Oh... Oh, no. That's the old Keebler's place. Let's back away slowly. That's the Fairy Godmother's cottage. She's the largest producer of hexes and potions in the whole kingdom. Then why don't we pop in there for a spell? Ha-ha! Spell! He makes me laugh. Hi. I'm here to see the... The Fairy Godmother. I'm sorry. She is not in. Jerome! Coffee and a Monte Cristo. Now! Yes, Fairy Godmother. Right away. Look, she's not seeing any clients today. OK? That's OK, buddy. We're from the union. The union? We represent the workers in all magical industries, both evil and benign. Oh! Oh, right. Are you feeling at all degraded or oppressed? Uh... a little. We don't even have dental. They don't even have dental. Okay, we'll just have a look around. Oh. By the way. I think it'd be better if the Fairy Godmother didn't know we were here. - Know what I'm saying? Huh? - Huh? Huh? Huh? - Stop it. - Of course. Go right in. A drop of desire. Naughty! A pinch of passion. And just a hint of... lust... Excuse me. Sorry to barge in like this... What in Grimm's name are you doing here? Well, it seems that Fiona's not exactly happy. Oh-ho-ho! And there's some question as to why that is? Well, let's explore that, shall we? Ah. P, P, P... Princess. Cinderella. Here we are. Lived happily ever after.Oh... No ogres! Let's see. Snow White. A handsome prince. Oh, no ogres. Sleeping Beauty. Oh, no ogres! Hansel and Gretel? No! Thumbelina? No. The Golden Bird, the Little Mermaid, Pretty Woman... No, no, no, no, no! You see, ogres don't live happily ever after. All right, look, lady! Don't you point... those dirty green sausages at me! Your Monte Cristo and coffee. Oh! Sorry. Ah... that's okay. We were just leaving. Very sorry to have wasted your time, Miss Godmother. Just... go. Come on, guys. TGlF, eh, buddy? Working hard or hardly working, eh, Mac? Get your fine Corinthian footwear and your cat cheeks out of my face! Man, that stinks! You don't exactly smell like a basket of roses. - Well, one of these has got to help. - I was just concocting this very plan! Already our minds are becoming one. Whoa, whoa. If we need an expert on

licking ourselves, we'll give you a call. Shrek, this is a bad idea. Look. Make yourself useful and go keep watch. Puss, do you think you could get to those on top? No problema, boss. In one of my nine lives, I was the great cat burglar of Santiago de Compostela. Ha-ha-ha-ha! Shrek, are you off your nut? Donkey, keep watch. Keep watch? Yeah, I'll keep watch. I'll watch that wicked witch come and whammy a world of hurt up your backside. I'll laugh, too. I'll be giggling to myself. - What do you see? - Toad Stool Softener? I'm sure a nice BM is the perfect solution for marital problems. - Elfa Seltzer? - Uh-uh. - Hex Lax? - No! Try handsome.Sorry. No handsome. Hey! How about Happily Ever After? Well, what does it do? It says Beauty Divine. In some cultures, donkeys are revered as the wisest of creatures. Especially us talking ones. Donkey! That'll have to do. We've got company. Can we get on with this? Hurry! Nice catch, Donkey! Finally! A good use for your mouth. Come on! You spurn my natural emotions You make me feel like dirt and I'm hurt And if I start a commotion I run the risk of losing you and that's worse Ever fallen in love with someone, ever fallen in love In love with someone, ever fallen in love In love with someone you shouldn't have fallen in love with Ever fallen in love with someone, ever fallen in love In love with someone, ever fallen in love With someone you shouldn't have fallen in love with Fallen in love with Ever fallen in love with someone you shouldn't have fallen in love with I don't care whose fault it is. Just get this place cleaned up! And somebody bring me something deep fried and smothered in chocolate! - Mother! - Charming. Sweetheart. This isn't a good time, pumpkin. Mama's working. Whoa, what happened here? - The ogre, that's what! - What? Where is he, Mom? I shall rend his head from his shoulders! I will smite him where he stands! He will rue the very day he stole my kingdom from me! Oh, put it away, Junior! You're still going to be king. We'll just have to come up with something smarter. Pardon. Um... Everything is accounted for, Fairy Godmother, except for one potion. What? Oh... I do believe we can make this work to our advantage. Happily Ever After Potion. Maximum strength. For you and your true love. If one of you drinks this, you both will be fine. Happiness, comfort and beauty divine.- You both will be fine? - I guess it means it'll affect Fiona, too. Hey, man, this don't feel right. My donkey senses are tingling all over. Drop that jug o' voodoo and let's get out of here. It says, Beauty Divine. How bad can it be? See, you're allergic to that stuff. You'll have a reaction. And if you think that I'll be smearing Vapor Rub over your chest, think again! Boss, just in case there is something wrong with the potion... allow me to take the first sip. It would be an honor to lay my life on the line for you. Oh, no, no. I don't think so. If there'll be any animal testing, I'll do it. That's the best friend's job. Now give me that bottle. How do you feel? I don't feel any different. I look any different? You still look like an ass to me. Maybe it doesn't work on donkeys. - Well, here's to us, Fiona. - Shrek? - You drink that, there's no going back. - I know. - No more wallowing in the mud? - I know. - No more itchy butt crack? - I know! - But you love being an ogre! - I know! I know. Shrek, no! Wait! Got to be... I think you grabbed the Farty Ever After potion. Maybe it's a dud. Or maybe Fiona and I were never meant to be. Or maybe Fiona and I were never meant to be. Uh-oh. What did I tell you? I feel something coming on. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die! Oh, sweet sister, mother of mercy. I'm melting! I'm melting! It's just the rain, Donkey. Oh. Don't worry. Things seem bad because it's dark and rainy and Fiona's father hired a sleazy hitman to whack you. It'll be better in the morning. You'll see... The sun'll come out... Tomorrow Bet your bottom... Bet my bottom? I'm coming, Elizabeth! Donkey? Are you all right? - Hey, boss. Let's shave him. - D-Donkey?

There you are! We missed you at dinner. What is it, darling? Dad... I've been thinking about what you said. And I'm going to set things right. Ah! Excellent! That's my girl. It was a mistake to bring Shrek here. I'm going to go out and find him. And then we'll go back to the swamp where we belong. Fiona, please! Let's not be rash, darling. You can't go anywhere right now. Fiona! Look, I told you he was here. Look at him! Quiet. Look at him. Good morning, sleepyhead. Good morning! We love your kitty! Oh... My head... - Here, I fetched a pail of water. Thanks. Uhh! Aahh! Oh... A cute, button nose? Thick, wavy locks? Taut, round buttocks?! I'm... I'm... - Gorgeous! - I'll say. I'm Jill. What's your name? - Um... Shrek. - Shrek? Wow. Are you from Europe? - You're tense. - I want to rub his shoulders. - I got it covered. - I don't have anything to rub. Get in line. Get in line. - Have you seen my donkey? - Who are you calling donkey? - Donkey? You're a... - A stallion, baby! I can whinny. I can count. Look at me, Shrek! I'm trotting! That's some quality potion. What's in that stuff? Oh, don't take the potion, Mr. Boss, it's very bad.Pah! Warning: Side effects may include burning, itching, oozing, weeping. Not intended for heart patients or those with... nervous disorders.I'm trotting, I'm trotting in place! Yeah! What? Senor? To make the effects of this potion permanent, the drinker must obtain his true love's kiss by midnight.Midnight? Why is it always midnight? - Pick me! I'll be your true love! - I'll be your true love. I'll be true... enough. Look, ladies, I already have a true love. Oh... And take it from me, Boss. You are going to have one satisfied Princess. And let's face it. You are a lot easier on the eyes. Inside you're the same old mean, salty... - Easy. - ...cantankerous, foul, angry ogre you always been. And you're still the same annoying donkey. - Yeah. Well... Look out, Princess. Here comes the new me. First things first. - We need to get you out of those clothes. - Ready? - Ready! - Driver, stop! Oh, God! Help me, please! My racing days are over! I'm blind! Tell the truth. Will I ever play the violin again? You poor creature! ls there anything I can do for you? Well, I guess there is one thing. Take off the powdered wig and step away from your drawers. - Not bad. - Not bad at all. Father? ls everything all right, Father? Thank you, gentlemen! Someday, I will repay you. Unless, of course, I can't find you or if I forget. Oh, yeah Turn and face the strange Ch-Ch-Changes Don't wanna be a richer one Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes Turn and face the strange Ch-Ch-Changes Just gonna have to be a different man Time may change me But I can't trace time Halt! Tell Princess Fiona her husband, Sir Shrek, is here to see her. Still don't know what I was looking for And my time was running wild, a million dead-end streets Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste was not so sweet - Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes Turn and face the strange - Shrek? - Ch-Ch-Changes Don't wanna be a richer one Time may change me But I can't trace time Fiona? Hello, handsome. Shrek! - Princess! - Donkey? Wow! That potion worked on you, too? What potion? Shrek and I took some magic potion. And well... Now, we're sexy! Shrek? For you, baby... I could be. - Yeah, you wish. - Donkey, where is Shrek? He went inside looking for you. Shrek? Fiona! Fiona! You want to dance, pretty boy? Are you going so soon? Don't you want to see your wife? Fiona? Shrek? Aye, Fiona. It is me. What happened to your voice? The potion changed a lot of things, Fiona. But not the way I feel about you. Fiona? - Charming? - Do you think so? Dad. I was so hoping you'd approve. - Um... Who are you? - Mom, it's me, Shrek. I know you never get a second chance at a first impression, but, well, what do you think? Fiona! Fiona! Fiona! - Fiona! - Fiona, Fiona! Ho-ho-ho! Oh, shoot! I don't think they can hear us, pigeon. Don't you think you've already messed her life up enough? I just wanted her to be happy. And now she can be. Oh, sweetheart. She's finally found the prince of her dreams.

But look at me. Look what I've done for her. It's time you stop living in a fairy tale, Shrek. She's a princess, and you're an ogre. That's something no amount of potion will ever change. But... I love her. If you really love her... you'll let her go. Shrek? Senor. What's going on? Where are you going? You wouldn't have had anything to do with this, would you, Harold? People just ain't no good I think that's well understood There you go, boys. Just leave the bottle, Doris. Hey. Why the long face? It was all just a stupid mistake. I never should have rescued her from that tower in the first place. I hate Mondays. I can't believe you'd walk away from the best thing that happened to you. What choice do I have? She loves that pretty boy, Prince Charming. Come on. ls he really that good-looking? Are you kidding? He's gorgeous! He has a face that looks like it was carved by angels. - Oh. He sounds dreamy. - You know... shockingly, this isn't making me feel any better. Look, guys. It's for the best. Mom and Dad approve, and Fiona gets the man she's always dreamed of. Everybody wins. Except for you. I don't get it, Shrek. You love Fiona. Aye. And that's why I have to let her go. Excuse me, is she here? She's, uh... in the back. Oh, hello again. Fairy Godmother. Charming. You'd better have a good reason for dragging us down here, Harold. Well, I'm afraid Fiona isn't really... warming up to Prince Charming. - FYI, not my fault. - No, of course it's not, dear. I mean, how charming can I be when I have to pretend I'm that dreadful ogre? No, no, it's nobody's fault. Perhaps it's best if we just call the whole thing off, okay? - What? - You can't force someone to fall in love! I beg to differ. I do it all the time! Have Fiona drink this and she'll fall in love with the first man she kisses, which will be Charming. - Umm... no. - What did you say? I can't. I won't do it. Oh, yes, you will. lf you remember, I helped you with your happily ever after. And I can take it away just as easily. ls that what you want? ls it? - No. - Good boy. Now, we have to go. I need to do Charming's hair before the ball. He's hopeless. He's all high in the front. He can never get to the back. You need someone to do the back. Oh. Thank you, Mother. Mother? Um... Mary! A talking horse! The ogre! Stop them! Thieves! Bandits! Stop them! The abs are fab and it's gluteus to the maximus here at tonight's Far, Far Away Royal Ball blowout! The coaches are lined up as the cream of the crop pours out of them like Miss Muffet's curds and whey. Everyone who's anyone has turned out to honor Princess Fiona and Prince Shrek. And, oh my, the outfits look gorgeous! Look! Hansel and Gretel! What the heck are the crumbs for? And right behind them, Tom Thumb and Thumbelina! - Oh, aren't they adorable! Here comes Sleeping Beauty! Tired old thing. Who's this? Who's this? Who is this? Oh. It's the one, it's the only... It's the Fairy Godmother! Hello, Far, Far Away! Can I get a whoop whoop? May all your endings be happy and... Well, you know the rest! We'll be right back with the Royal Far, Far Away Ball after these messages. I hate these ball shows. They bore me to tears. Flip over to Wheel Of Torture! I'm not flipping anywhere, sir, until I see Shrek and Fiona. Whizzes on you guys. Hey, mice, pass me a buffalo wing! No, to your left. Your left! - Tonight on Knights... - Now here's a good show! We got a white bronco heading east into the forest. Requesting backup. It's time to teach these madcap mammals their devil may care attitudes just won't fly. Why you grabbing me? Police brutality! I have to talk to Princess Fiona! - We warned you! - Ow! Ow! Did someone let the cat out of the bag? You capitalist pig dogs! - Catnip! - That's not mine. Find Princess Fiona! I'm a donkey! Tell her Shrek... I'm her husband, Shrek! Quick! Rewind it! I'm her husband, Shrek! Ow! Darling? Ah. I thought I might find you here. How about a nice hot cup of tea before the ball? I'm not going. The whole Kingdom's turned out to celebrate your marriage. There's just one problem. That's not my husband. I

mean, look at him. Yes, he is a bit different, but people change for the ones they love. You'd be surprised how much I changed for your mother. Change? He's completely lost his mind! Why not come down to the ball and give him another chance? You might find you like this new Shrek. But it's the old one I fell in love with, Dad. I'd give anything to have him back. Darling. That's mine. Decaf. Otherwise I'm up all night. Thanks. I got to get out of here! I got to get out of here! You can't lock us up like this! Let me go! What about my Miranda rights? You're supposed to say I have the right to remain silent. Nobody said I have the right to remain silent! You have the right to remain silent. What you lack is the capacity. I must hold on before l, too, go totally mad. Shrek? Donkey? Too late. Gingy! Pinocchio! Get us out of here! Oh... Fire in ze hole! Look out below! Quick! Tell a lie! - What should I say? - Anything, but quick! Say something crazy like I'm wearing ladies' underwear!I am wearing ladies' underwear. - Are you? - I most certainly am not! It looks like you most certainly am are! - I am not! - What kind? - It's a thong! - Oww! They're briefs! - Are not. - Are too! - Are not! - Are too! Here we go. Hang tight. Wait, wait, wait! Ow! Ow! Hey, hey, hey! Ow! - Excuse me? - What? Puss! Pardon me, would you mind letting me go? - Sorry, boss. - Quit messing around! We've got to stop that kiss! I thought you was going to let her go. I was, but I can't let them do this to Fiona. Boom! That's what I like to hear. Look who's coming around! It's impossible! We'll never get in. The castle's guarded. There's a moat and everything! Folks, it looks like we're up chocolate creek without a Popsicle stick. - What? - Do you still know the Muffin Man? Well, sure! He's down on Drury Lane. Why? Because we're gonna need flour. Lots and lots of flour. Gingy! Fire up the ovens, Muffin Man! We've got a big order to fill! It's alive! Run, run, run, as fast you can! Go, baby, go! There it is, Mongo! To the castle! No, you great stupid pastry! Come on! Mongo! Down here! Look at the pony! That's right! Follow the pretty pony! Pretty pony wants to play at the castle! Pretty pony. Ladies and gentlemen. Presenting Princess Fiona and her new husband, Prince Shrek. Shrek, what are you doing? I'm just playing the part, Fiona. ls that glitter on your lips? Mm. Cherry flavored. Want to taste? - Ugh! What is with you? - But, Muffin Cake... C Minor, put it in C Minor. Ladies and gentlemen. I'd like to dedicate this song to... Princess Fiona and Prince Shrek. Fiona, my Princess. Will you honor me with a dance? Where have all the good men gone And where are all the gods? Dance! Where's the streetwise Hercules To fight the rising odds? Since when do you dance? Fiona, my dearest,if there's one thing I know, it's that love is full of surprises. Late at night I toss and I turn And I dream of what I need Hit it! I need a hero All right, big fella! Let's crash this party! Man the catapults! Aim! Fire! - Brace yourselves! - Ooh! Purty! Not the gumdrop button! Incoming! Ha-ha! All right! Somewhere after midnight In my wildest fantasy Go, Mongo! Go! Man the cauldrons! After you, Mongo. - That's it! Heave-ho! - Watch out! Shrek! More heat, less foam! Up where the mountains Meet the heavens above Out where the lightning Splits the sea I could swear there is someone Somewhere watching me Heave! Ho! No...! Come on! Look out! - Be good. He needs me! Let me go! Donkey! Puss! Go! Go! Your lady needs you! Go! Today, I repay my debt. Aww... On guard! He's gotta be strong And he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh From the fight - I need a hero - Stop! - Hey, you! Back away from my wife. - Shrek? You couldn't just go back to your swamp and leave well enough alone. - Now! - Pigs und blanket! Pinocchio! Get the wand! I see London! I see France! Whah! I'm a real boy! Ah! Ah! Aaahhh! Catch! Donkey! Oh! I'm a real boy. Aah! Oh! - Ha! - Ah. That's mine! Pray for mercy, from Puss... And Donkey! She's taken the potion! Kiss her now! No! - Hi-ya! - Fiona. - Shrek. Harold! You

were supposed to give her the potion! Well, I guess I gave her the wrong tea. - Mommy! - Mommy? I told you. Ogres don't live happily ever after. Woo! Ha! Oh, Dad! - ls he...? - Yup. He croaked. Harold? Dad? I'd hoped you'd never see me like this. - And he gave you a hard time! - Donkey! No, no, he's right. I'm sorry. To both of you. I only wanted what was best for Fiona. But I can see now... she already has it. Shrek, Fiona... Will you accept an old frog's apologies... and my blessing? Harold? I'm sorry, Lillian. I just wish I could be the man you deserve. You're more that man today than you ever were... warts and all. Boss! The Happily Ever After Potion! Midnight! Fiona. ls this what you want? To be this way forever? - What? - Because if you kiss me now... we can stay like this. You'd do that? - For me? - Yes. I want what any princess wants. To live happily ever after... with the ogre I married. Whatever happens, I must not cry! You cannot make me cry! Whoa! No. No, no. Aaah! Ow. Oh, no. Hey. You still look like a noble steed to me. Now, where were we? Oh! I remember. Hey! Isn't we supposed to be having a fiesta?! Uno, dos, quatro, hit it! Puss and Donkey, y'all... She's into superstitions Black cats and voodoo dolls - Sing it, Puss! - I feel a premonition That girl's gonna make me fall Here we go! She's into new sensations New kicks in the candlelight She's got a new addiction For every day and night She'll make you take your clothes off And go dancing in the rain She'll make you live her crazy life But she'll take away your pain Like a bullet to your brain Upside inside out Living la vida loca Hey gorgeous! Living la vida loca Her lips are devil red And her skin's the color of mocha She will wear you out - Living la vida loca - She livin' it loca! Living la vida loca - Say it one more time now! - Living the vida loca Hey, Donkey, that's Spanish! She'll push and pull you down Living la vida loca She will wear you out Living la vida loca Living la vida loca She'll push and pull you down Living the vida loca Her lips are devil red And her skin's the color of mocha She will wear you out Living la vida loca Living la vida loca Living la vida loca Living la vida loca All by myself All by myself Don't wanna be All by myself anymore... Amigo, we are off to the Kit-Kat Club. Come on, join us. Thanks, compadre. I'm... I'm not in the mood. We will cheer you up! Find you a nice burro! Hey, baby! Hey, that's my girl! Yeah! All right! Baby, where you been? - I'm sorry, too. I should've stayed. But Shrek had this thing he had to do. What? Say it one more time. What you talking about? Are you serious? - Papa! Look at our little mutant babies! I got to get a job. I got to get a job.

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LEGO Song Comparison; Catchy Song and Loud Song

So I have made ribs about how these songs came out in the same year, but I’ve decided I want to take a closer look at them. Reason being is that this is a textbook example of how a song is more than just it’s general theme, and how lyric choice and music composition play a role in defining the message.

Things that are the same about Catchy Song and Loud Song

They’re about being ear worms

Well done, we’ve got 2nd grade comprehension here.

Okay, so the other thing is the use of repetition, but in a song about being catchy that’s kind of like Musical Thematics 101.

Instead, let’s take a look at how they’re different because that’s more interesting. Plus, they are indeed very different beasts.

The Loud Song

The Loud Song is a very playful song. It has a simplistic structure (emphasised by the fact four of the five verses have the same melody, only one of which has any difference in it lyrics) and the beat is very light, airy and something you can bop along to. The only really pronounced difference outside of the middle verse is the way the last two verses slightly overlap, emphasising it’s cyclical nature. You can imagine just blissfully skipping. hopping down the street to such a beat.

The lyrical composition is suitably simple, with most lines just referring to it’s catchy nature. One thing that’s worth noting is that it’s more passive; sure it’ll hook in once it gets to you, but in a way that’s just “when you listen to it you’ll find it hard to stop”, no agency on the song’s end. The fact it actually name drops its own title (within the context of the show as well as in real life) is self-referential to the fact it is a manufactured pop song, but ultimately is just a sign of self-awareness.

The middle verse changes things up in a couple of ways. Firstly, the melody here is a touch higher than the other verses, providing an uplifting spike in the mood. This teams well with the second point; the lyrics actually sell this addicting nature as a good thing, allowing the listener to get their head space away from the stresses of day to day living and listening to the song to keep spirits up.

This playful, passive and uplifting nature applies to its use in the episode; it’s contribution to the issue with Cubby is profound but it’s indirect. It distracts the movie promo driver to the point that he is unaware that the Cubby balloon is wrecking the city while he drives around (lampshaded by the lyrics chosen in the snippets we hear of the song). That being said, since he was doing this prior to the Loud Song, it can be inferred that this isn’t the only song causing it, and is more an issue with the driver being a sucker for catchy music than the song having any inherent malicious quality.

The Catchy Song

The Catchy Song, within the actual universe of the movie, is supposed to be another harmless and fun pop song. But the actual composition of the song is done through the lens of the big brother who insists he’s too mature for it; a malicious tool used to brainwash innocent figures into falling in line with the Systarian regime. The beat of the song on it’s own reflects this; it’s a march more than a bop, even being depicted as such when the Harmony Town residents go down the road, sweeping Emmet and Rex up in its wake once, and being presented as a looming, encroaching presence later.

Lyrically, it emphasises one very simple fact; this song is outright attacking you to get stuck in there. There’s a lot of references to it hunting the listener like a predator (eg “This song's gonna get stuck inside you, Run but you can't hide, I'll find you” and “Runnin', runnin', let me get 'em, Y'all have the rhythm stuck in your system”, and there’s even one that completely shoots down the idea that’s it’s a passive effect like the Loud Song (”From the mornin' and through the night, I got it movin' from left to right, And if you wonder who's to blame, Yeah, it's me stuck in they brain”). What’s probably the most frightening thing in the song is the helplessness and actual violent nature of its catchiness. It outright states that there’s nothing you can do about it once it gets there, and states that it’ll be stuck there permanently “even if you go insane”. When you think about it, that’s surprisingly dark. The other trick it employs in it’s chorus is a more direct version of the uplifting thing that the Loud Song does sincerely, but right after it says it will make you happy, the song outright undermines that by saying “don’t try to fight it, sing along” like actual brainwashing.

The way the song is constructed mainly just backs up the broader strokes of the themes, with said intimidation and referencing its pop song nature. The verses are a bit more restrained, probably to allow the lyrics to do their work. There’s an interesting touch in the little refrains with the aforementioned happy lyrics; the melody harkens back to the classic sound of “Na na, na na, na-na-na-na na na”, used across media as an annoyance in how it gets under the skin, supporting the idea of the song being invasive. The most interesting part of it for me is the part where the song goes very quiet, with the lyrics sang at almost a whisper. Throughout the song it’s been saying the song will get inside your head, but right here it just says “This song is now stuck inside your head”. As short as it is, it’s easily the most sinister part of the song, as while the rest of the song is about what it will do, this is as if the infection has finally hit and is on the cusp of enacting all that horror.

It’s use in the movie is complex. Obviously there’s the scene where it’s used as the musical number, being used in two separate contexts (a facility where the music is used to subjugate the prisoners when they’re exposed to it, and by the Harmony Town residents to the outsiders who don’t fit in, ala the whole Stepford/Camazotz setting and its further implications). There’s a further function later on where’s it used to distract the party crew (aka Unikitty, Benny and Metalbeard) when they wonder where Wyldstyle is, akin to reapplying a brainwashing programme when its victims have a relapse.

All this being said, the nature of the song becomes the key to solving the major problem as well; it’s aggressively catchy nature becomes a tool to attack the emotional heartstrings, being the addition to Everything’s Not Awesome needed to catch Finn and make him realise the damage he’s caused to his sister and by extension the LEGO world as a whole, and striving to fix it.

So Ultimately...

While on the utmost basic level they can be described as being about the same thing, the Loud Song and the Catchy Song were clearly made for different reasons and it shows in their execution. You could not swap them into each other’s story and expect them to have the same effect. If that did happen, the City in LCA may have managed to resolve the Cubby issue another way but the Systarians and Bricksburgians would still be rotting away in the Bin of Storage.

But it’s still hilarious that the co-incidence happened in the same year by air dates.

#tlm2 #lego city adventures #catchy song #loud song #vedj-f likes music so she talks about it #fyi I have zero musical training

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rkgray · 5 years ago

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#legacy

I've always been a dream chaser Since the day I was born I haven’t been able to sit still Never weak-willed Always been real I risk lookin' soft to avoid situations

just soon after re-signing his contract, the year 2019 had begun with news that had hit him right into the guts. gray had been out of it for a while, hadn't been himself, but in the end he had raised himself from it and pushed his own boundaries, even though there had been still a voice in the back of his mind to make him believe how he didn't deserved to debut with kt and how he just didn't fit in the company. if there was one thing he was great at, then it was being self-destructive by pulling himself down and tell himself how he had never been as talented as the others were.

over the course of his past years gray had tried several times to get into a company, to receive a contract and publish his music, but had failed every single time. he went to auditions and castings, wrote song over song, worked hard to built up his own studio, put his everything into pursuing music, had been judgded by others for living a dream, instead of a reality. people had called him ugly, not the standard, unconventional, his music useless and not the kind of music the industry out there wanted to hear. demos had been received and rejected without a proper listen, had been send back without any reply at all, even thrown back at him for being dirty. gray had seen and heard it all. just a few times longer and he would have become used to it, would have accepted it as fact of his life.

Small-minded petty shit Somethin' we don’t entertain' We do somethin' lame Live and learn Do it never again Then we teach game to one another Because y'all my brothers, my actions reflect y'all I'm slipping, I'm falling, I can't get up I know you’ll catch me, support me and help me get up Yeah this bullshit’s whatever, I'll show nothin’ but love

but then there had been kt, the only company who had actually given him a chance to achieve what he had always dreamt of. at some point gray had even believed that he was holding on something kt was interested of, and that he was worth their time and money, just to start anew at point one, taken aback and full of doubts. gray had been just laying low, doing his thing, trying to grow from the shadows, working on become a better version of himself, to overcome what was pulling him down and become a supporting pillar to the entertainment that had taken him in, in times, when he was about to give up.

and now that the new year, the new decade lied ahead of them, the sudden news of a experimental group and the fact that he had been chosen as one of the members had caught him completely off guard. this wasn't what he had expected, as he had accepted his fate of staying in the dungeons until his contract runs out. debut was now in a more concrete vicinity, not just a shadowy figure in the distance.

Who can I lean on when the world is on my shoulders I need someone I can build with and grow older Coz life is much cold and people can't uphold us Take a look around Now you seein' what it's cost us People in positions of power really imposters

it still felt too unreal for him to properly process the course of events. he couldn't quite grasp on the reason of why he was becoming a part of it, since he wasn't one of the rookies, introduced to the public, somehow had received a special status within the rows of unknown trainees. maybe it was just out of seniority, looking back at the three years he had been with kt by now. he didn't even dared to believe it was due to his skills, as he was painfully aware that he was nowhere close to what a idol was supposed to be. among those who were not included in the experimental line up, gray believed there were others who would fit in much better than him, as they brought in visuals and talents likewise. it was hard to believe he had been chosen before them and then again, he remembered the time when he was excluded from ktrookies both times and how he had hurt over that decision, no matter if that project would lead to debut or not. it was just the freezing thought of not being enough to join them, which he was afraid would grow in the three boys apart from the group. he felt guilty.

how was he supposed to be happy, to be excited when the other boys who were supposed to be part of their big family, weren't at their side? how was he able to think he deserved a spot in the line up, when he could already hear the haunting voices of people calling him old and not made for this world laying ahead of them?

but then again, things had been hard, gray had overcome every pepple, every rock, every mountain to get this far, to finally be about to achieve his dream. there was much that he was still afraid of, but didn't he deserved to be excited for once, even if it was just for the short time of the experiment, until the final results came out?

So let's enjoy it while it lasts With the smiles and the laughter Comes sadness, all black, up in front there’s a pastor To the hoes and the bastards, the trolls and backstabbers Never too late to change till you up in your casket Let's get it Look up at the sky Looked down at the earth Are you down for the ride? Right next to me For this legacy I need you, I need you right here For this thing called life

to him life was a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs, there had been times, when he was about to break apart from his hardships and then there had been times, good times, when he felt like walking on clouds. all these moments were part of him, were what made the kind of man he was now. gray knew he wasn't perfect, wasn't infailable, that he was still lacking, but ultimately he wanted to become an artist and make music and share it with the world, just like every else around them.

there was still uncertainty that kept him around, and he guessed it would never drift away, as long as he didn't tried and gave it his all. for the longest time he had believed to be just an accessory to kt, to be a toy of a child that had been taken away from others, just so they won't be able to take it instead. there was no usage for him, nowhere to put him in. but now that there was finally an opening, a chance right in front of him, he felt like he had to pull through, despite all conflicts in his head and heart, as for who knew how long it would take him to get another chance like this? if he wasn't too try and grabbing this opportunity, what was even the point in dreaming, in trying, in falling and rising himself up again?

Look, growth to me that's all that matters Life's a game of Shoots and Ladders Ups and downs okay but I ain't movin' backwards I don't feed in to propaganda Trying to anger me so I can do some crazy shit I don't believe it atheist They want you riled up until you say, "Fuck the peace" In this society it's so easy to lose hope Just know we got each other Hold your hand through the smoke Let's go This that shit that they don't wanna see It starts with you and me Let's go What you leave behind, use your energy Yes not just mine or yours man, this our legacy, wassup

so even without the certainty of a clear future, gray promised to himself to keep going, to not give up and play himself down like he had done so many times before. there was a vision ahead of him, a dream he had to achieve, as it had accompanied him throughout life. music was what kept him from veer off the road, music was what kept him alive over the years of trying and failing over and over again, music was just what connected them all. and for music, they all would be able to go far and even beyond.

So when I perform, you listen and I hope you relate Hey, I got a solid intuition, a lot of ambition I'm looking at the world through a clear-cut vision We gotta do better Let's change the way we eat Let's change the way we live And let's change the way we treat each other I gotta do this for my legacy

#gray:solo #t: legacy #wc: 1134

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alvertesongdiary · 5 years ago

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Tame Impala - It Might Be Time

Something doesn't feel right That's enough for one night Hope y'all get home alright There I go, blame it on the weather

But hey, there's nothin' wrong I'm only tired of all these voices Always sayin' nothing lasts forever

It might be time to face it It ain't as fun as it used to be, no You're goin' under You ain't as young as you used to be It might be time to face it You ain't as cool as you used to be, no You won't recover You ain't as young as you used to be

It might be time to face it It might be time to face it

I've been lost before So tell me it's not over 'Cause I finally got somethin' goin' And suddenly All my friends are growin' up And movin' on I must be missin' somethin'

'Cause I just wanna keep this dream alive for now Don't they know, nothin' lasts forever?

It might be time to face it Nobody knows what you've come here for, no You're goin' under They roll their eyes when you're at the door

It might be time It might be time to face it (Yeah) You may as well embrace it

We promise to come visit (Yeah) It might be time

It might be time to face it (Yeah) You ain't as fun as you used to be You won't recover You ain't as cool as you used to be

It might be time to face it It might be time to face it

01/10/2019

#Tame Impala #it might be the time #lyrics #letras

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thehighlandhealer · 5 years ago

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Directions || Deirdre & Oliver

Oliver: The scent of cigarettes was mute for a man covered in the same stench, mixed with motor oil and dust. His Old Spice was no match unless pruned in the shower. Sometimes he wondered if Tristan Seger's vessel ever truly left his skin.

What caught his attention was a scent he did not recognize. Floral, almost cloying. He turned, passively curious for the source.

Deirdre: The source was standing a few feet away, having stopped to check something on her phone. Truth be told she looked more like farmhand than a tourist. Despite the warmth she was wearing boots and jeans and flannel. Honey blonde hair was gathered in a loose braid that fell nearly to her waist, with a few wisps of hair framing her face and a swoop of bangs covering one eye. She could feel his gaze, and watched him from her periphery.

Oliver: She was beautiful, but he was partial to blondes no matter the shade. As impolite to stare as it was, he had. He knew his gaze had traveled her for too long. He forced his attentions away, back towards the road. A passing favorable thought she would be as he headed home.

Three steps from the property, and he paused again. Perhaps one more look.

Deirdre: Deirdre could swear she felt his gaze wherever it lingered. She smiled to herself. Did that mean, she wondered, she was hyperaware of him or that he was simply staring that intensely?

She finally looked up as he started to walk away, thinking that she wouldn't get an answer to her question. At least until he stopped and turned again.

This time he'd be met with a serene, gently amused smile and gray-blue eyes looking back at him.

Oliver: Caught red-handed. He was not one to blush and duck his chin in shame. Rather, he smiled at her amusement. That would be his treat for the day, having made not one but two women smile.

He supposed he should return to purpose, though with the haste of a sloth.

Deirdre: Not so fast. I'm not quite done with you.

"Oi! Spare a moment?" she called to him in a thick Scottish accent.

Oliver: The foreign surprise caused a double-take. He began to pick his thumbnail.

"M'I in trouble?"

Deirdre: "Why, have ye done somethin' wrong?" Smiling, she slipped her phone into her pocket and walked over to him. "Might I trouble ye for directions?"

Oliver: "I dunno. M'a man, so probably." She seemed smaller the closer she approached. Confidence could make one two inches taller, but still, petite.

"Where ya needin' t'go?"

Deirdre: "Flower shop. Wild Rose of Arran. Ye know it?"

Oliver: "I - Yeah. It's a walk from here. Miles, I mean. My truck's outta commission, so..." What in god's name? "I mean, ain't ya got a GPS?"

Deirdre: "I do," she said, giving him a very obvious once over before heading in the direction of a black Jeep. "Come along, then."

Oliver: Oliver subconsciously straightened. "Just like that?" he called, frozen in place by skepticism.

Deirdre: "Ye waitin' for an engraved invitation?"

Oliver: "With real gold?" He began to follow behind. "I'mma fuck up the seat."

Deirdre: A light laugh floated back to him. "Don't worry yer head about the seat. That's what towels are for."

Oliver: I'm gonna be murdered by a farmgirl. Worse ways to die, he thought, climbing into the seat with one fluid movement.

"So, you're...British?"

Deirdre: "Highland Scot," Deirdre corrected, starting the Jeep and definitely pulling out of the lot faster than was strictly legal.

"Left, right, or dead ahead?"

Oliver: Not a quip on her driving skills. "Ahead for a mile or two. We'll take a left, then. So is there a difference?"

Deirdre: "There a difference between the States and Canada?"

Oliver: "There's a difference from California n'Jersey."

Deirdre: "But they're in the same country. Scotland and England are no'."

Oliver: "It's called Britain, right?"

Deirdre: "Technically."

Oliver: "So what's the big difference?"

Deirdre: "They're separate countries."

Oliver: "On one island. So I wanna know what makes the top different from the bottom."

Deirdre: "I once again point ye to the States and Canada. Similar language, similar customs, similar lookin' people even, but different countries. We never fell to the Romans."

Oliver: "On a giant continent I get. Ya can travel all of Europe in a weekend. Nothin' is a country if ya can travel it all in a day or two. Ya see games on TV from there n'it says United Kingdom on the shirts with all of it."

Deirdre: "Just like an American to disregard nuance," she said, the amused smile making a return.

Oliver: "Waitin' for ya t'open my door n'boot me out."

Deirdre: "Well now that would be rude."

Oliver: "You're in America. It's normal."

Deirdre: "Rudeness or tossin' men out o' movin' vehicles?"

Oliver: "Both?" he chuckled.

Deirdre: "Funny, don't remember readin' that in my 'Welcome to America' pamphlet."

Oliver: "What about fried Oreos?"

Deirdre: "A glorious step up from fried Mars bars."

Oliver: "Excuse me what?"

Deirdre: "What?"

Oliver: "A fried Mars bar?"

Deirdre: "Aye. Don't ye Americans fry Snickers?"

Oliver: "I ain't had a fried candy bar no."

Deirdre: “Don’t tell yer dentist if ye do.”

Oliver: "That somethin' ya wanna try? Fried Oreo?"

Deirdre: “That ship’s long gone.”

Oliver: "How come?"

Deirdre: “Because I’ve already had one. Several if we’re splittin’ hairs.”

Oliver: "What about a fried hot dog?"

Deirdre: “Hot dogs should be grilled. Full stop.”

Oliver: "Thank fuckin' god ya didn't say boiled."

Deirdre: “What do I look like, a barbarian?”

Oliver: "Not a barbarian."

Deirdre: She smiled. "Good to know. Left ye said?"

Oliver: "Oh. Yeah. Left after this stop sign. It'll be kinda obvious."

Deirdre: "That's all right then." But rather than turn left, she turned to face him. "Which way's yer house?"

Oliver: "Ya...wanna know where I live?"

Deirdre: "Ye said yer truck's broken down."

Oliver: "Yeah. I got legs for walkin'."

Deirdre: "Consider it a thank ye for showin' me to the shop."

Oliver: "It's outta the way. It's fine."

Deirdre: "I'll find my way back. I'm in no rush."

Oliver: "Well, I'll savor the company, then. Keep goin' this way."

Deirdre: Another smile and they were off again. Callum could certainly wait a few minutes longer. He didn't even know she was here yet.

"Lived here long?"

Oliver: "About a year n'some change. Needed a chance of scenery."

Deirdre: "Do ye like it?"

Oliver: "It's work. It's a place," he muttered.

Deirdre: "No' terribly attached then?"

Oliver: "Not really anywhere. I mean, I miss Tennessee, but it ain't home anymore."

Deirdre: "Sometimes home is where yer hat is. And there's nothin' wrong with that."

Oliver: "N'where's your hat?"

Deirdre: "Montana."

Oliver: "Not Scot-Britain?"

Deirdre: "No' Scotland, no. I moved to Montana to take over the family ranch when my sister moved to New Orleans."

Oliver: "At your age? Big boots on ya."

Deirdre: "I'm older than I look," she chuckled.

Oliver: "Twenty-two, maybe."

Deirdre: Deirdre laughed. "God bless ye and yer flattery."

Oliver: "Flattery is fake. I'm sayin' what I think."

Deirdre: "Motivations can be fake, flattery isn't. And for the record, ye're about ten years off."

Oliver: "I have no motivations. I'm a free man. You're not in your thirties."

Deirdre: "That brisk Scottish air does wonders for the complexion."

Oliver: "Sunblock too, I bet. Or wait, y'all don't get sun."

Deirdre: "No' as much as ye do here. It's so bloody hot in this country."

Oliver: "Try Maine if ya want mist."

Deirdre: "If I want mist I'll go back home. Either o' them. Plenty o' mist up in the mountains in Montana."

Oliver: "Not all dry plains? Right up here."

Deirdre: “A few plains, plenty o’ hills, and the mountains. Be right silly to name the place after a mountain if it were completely flat.”

Oliver: "Maybe I'm thinkin' of Utah when I think of mountains. Up there is all the same in my head. Left here."

Deirdre: "The Rockies join ev'rythin' together." She turned left. "Went from one highland to another."

Oliver: "Why, though? Why Montana at all?"

Deirdre: "Montana is where our family ranch is. My da's family's had it since before my sister and I were born."

Oliver: "Why not have a ranch in Scotland?"

Deirdre: "We do."

Oliver: He just turned to blink at her.

Deirdre: "What? Mark Twain said to buy land, they're no' makin' it anymore. My da's family took him at his word. As did my sister. The ranch is a few times bigger than it was when she took over."

Oliver: "What d'ya do on the ranch, then? Cattle? Sheep?"

Deirdre: "All sorts, though mostly cattle. Ever seen MacAllister Heritage Ranch in the meat and dairy section o' the market?"

Oliver: "I don't really look at names. Must be pretty big t'get all the way t'the east coast."

Deirdre: "People ev'rywhere are ravenous for organic food."

Oliver: "Soy lattes n' kale salads. No sugar and no carbs."

Deirdre: "We make cheese and sausage and cream and eggs, nothin' but carbs as far as the eye can see. Bloody good kale too."

Oliver: "I know how t'make cheese. Sausage, too."

Deirdre: "Grow up in the country?"

Oliver: "Nah. Bored in the military."

Deirdre: "If necessity is the mother of invention, boredom's its dear old da. Still make it now?"

Oliver: "Nah. I make the best beef ribs, though."

Deirdre: "Pop into the market and get some o' ours next time ye get a fancy for them."

Oliver: "MacAllister, huh?"

Deirdre: She nodded. "MacAllister Heritage Ranch."

Oliver: "...Would ya like some beef ribs? Maybe some corn bread t'go with it?"

Deirdre: There was that smile again, twitching at the corner of her mouth.

"Askin' me to dinner, are ye?"

Oliver: "Well," he cleared his throat, picked at his thumb again. "I'll wait on that 'til ya see my place. There, that sign on the left." The entrance to the trailer park hidden in the woods.

Deirdre: "Why, is it full o' corpses on meat hooks and severed human fingers?" she asked as she turned into the caravan park.

Oliver: "Just a loud dog trippin' on his ears, n'the smell of beer n'probably cigarettes. A door that don't wanna close all the way, n'neighbors with nothin' better t'do."

Deirdre: Deirdre's entire face lit up brighter than the morning sun. She didn't hear a thing after he'd said the magic word.

"Ye've a dog?"

Oliver: "Humphreys. My basset hound." His smile a subconscious response to her own.

Deirdre: "Is he lovely? How old is he?"

Oliver: "I guess a young man now. I don't think lovely describes it. My couch would disagree."

Deirdre: "All dogs are lovely. Like babies."

Oliver: "Ha. Right there...that one." She'd say her goodbyes now, if she had any sense, he assumed.

Someone across the park had neglected their grill, burning what would have been under-seasoned burgers. Not the worst smell to greet his nose, but still he made a face. Humphreys was impatient for release from his rectangular prison, howling for all he was worth at the sound of a door slam.

Deirdre: Deirdre parked the car and cut the engine, face lighting for a second time as she heard the howl from inside.

"Can I meet yer dog?"

Oliver: "Ya ain't an axe murderer, out for money? I'll disappoint ya t'no end."

Deirdre: "I'm lousy with land and cattle, yer money's quite safe from me. And I left my axe at home," she added with a grin.

Oliver: "Lousy with land? Gotta explain that one t'me." The dented aluminum door was unlocked. A black, tan, and white basset hound blew past to freedom, crashing at Deirdre's feet. Time to investigate.

"Humphreys!"

Deirdre: "The cattle and the sheep and the fields take up an awful lot o' space in Montana." A rather large chunk of the state, as a matter of fact.

But what importance was that when a floppy-eared bundle of fur was barreling toward her like a bat out of hell?

Deirdre gave a small cry of delight, crouching down to Humphreys' level. "Oh look at ye, lovey! Pretty as a new penny and handsomer than sin, ye are! Hi! Hi, puppy!" She offered her hands for him to sniff.

Oliver: The ungentlemanly hound leapt to her thigh, sniffing her jeans, hand, and what hair he could reach. Floral, and yet stunk like his father. Satisfactory. He wanted pettings, and leaned his dense weight against her. Another howl to announce his findings for a very irritated Oliver.

"Just push him off. Ya can't hurt him."

Deirdre: Pushing Humphreys off was the absolute farthest thing from Deirdre's mind. She was already giving him a hearty squeeze, scratching his ears and his back and his belly and beneath his chin in between showers of compliments.

Oliver: "So that's the way t'a woman's heart, huh? It's that easy."

Deirdre: "The way to a man's is food." She smiled up at him. "The way to a woman's is a friendly animal."

Oliver: "So what d'ya have in Montana, then?"

Deirdre: "Two collies, a deerhound, and three cats."

Oliver: "How many were gifts?"

Deirdre: "One o' the cats just sort of appeared one day. The deerhound and the other two cats were already there when I took over. I adopted the two collies to give Gary a hand with the herdin'."

Oliver: A cigarette was lit while she recounted. He didn't mind.

"Humphreys, bathroom."

The dog finally released her, disappearing behind the house to relieve himself.

"Ya...want a beer? Soda? ... Water?"

Deirdre: "My sister would keel haul me if I had a beer before I was about to drive. I'll accept some water though."

Oliver: "Want it out here?" The house was the usual mess, something he cared little about until that very moment. Just a little.

Deirdre: “Out here’s fine. It’ll give the laddie some time to get some fresh air.”

Oliver: "The door's always open anyway." Though the same could not be said for his bedroom, with an additional padlock. Since the front door gave so much trouble, and he could swear he was beginning to sleepwalk almost every week...

He retreated for a bottle of water. Humphreys returned for more attention.

Deirdre: He'd be able to hear a fresh round of enthusiastic delight as Humphreys returned and the petting resumed.

Her estimation of her admirer could've risen from the depths of hell purely on the shoulders of his dog. When he came back out he'd find her happily sitting on the ground with Humphreys in her lap, squishing his little face to hers as she scratched his ears.

Oliver: "That scares the shit outta me," he said, offering the bottle of water, having to dodge Humphreys curious nose.

Deirdre: "What does?" Deirdre asked, taking the water.

Oliver: "Puttin' an animal’s face near mine."

Deirdre: She laughed. "I think ye'll find that they're cleaner than we are. Besides, I've had far worse things on my face than a wee pup."

Oliver: "Nah. It ain't that. I was bitten by a dog when I was a kid. It stuck with me."

Deirdre: "Poor thing. I'd dare say ye've made progress though. Ye brought this wee fella into yer life."

Oliver: "Yeah, but he don't come near my face. He knows better. See here?" He stepped closer and knelt, pointing to a small scar on the outskirt of his facial hair.

Deirdre: Without thinking, she lifted a hand to his face and turned it to get a better look. "That was the dog that bit ye when ye were little?"

Oliver: His skin was as warm as it was deep, tanned by years forgetful of sunblock. Destined to be a leathery old man. His muscles tensed instinctively. Exhaled through his nose. Shoulders fell. He wasn't always on such edge. A recent phenomenon.

"A dalmatian. I don't remember it clearly, but I just don't like em near me like that."

Deirdre: "Dalmatians have the lion's share of energy, especially if they're no' trained properly. Don't blame ye for bein' cautious."

Oliver: "Ya know everything 'bout everything, huh?"

Deirdre: "Enough to retain what Animal Planet teaches me, at least."

Oliver: "Huh." He tossed the butt of his cigarette away. The pack was brought from his back pocket and offered, half squished.

Deirdre: She shook her head. "Thanks anyway. There's a program about dog breeds and another about cat breeds. Good for when ye want somethin' mindless and light."

Oliver: "I just watch the races, n'the history channel. For some reason they got shit on old cars n'woodshop."

Deirdre: "Seems like they're broadenin' what constitutes history. And animals."

Oliver: He watched her for a minute. The excuse was in her lap, but hardly noticed. He needed a fresh cigarette.

"M'keepin' ya from the flower shop."

Deirdre: "It's no bother, I'm no' expected."

Oliver: "Just wantin' some roses?"

Deirdre: “Decided to surprise my cousin. He’s the owner.”

Oliver: "Oh that - I shoulda figured. Don't hear much of that accent around."

Deirdre: "Do ye know him, then? Callum?"

Oliver: "Just a face I see around. I ain't ever gone in there."

Deirdre: “Never had need o’ roses?”

Oliver: "Ain't had a woman that wanted one."

Deirdre: “I take it ye’re no’ the type to buy flowers for yer sittin’ room?”

Oliver: Inadvertently he locked eyes and shook his head.

Deirdre: "Well, he's there if ye ever have need," she said softly, smiling at him before turning to Humphreys. "Or just bring this wee one with ye wherever ye go. Ye'll surge in popularity."

Oliver: "Ain't really somethin' I strive for." He turned his head to keep the smoke from her face. "Anyway, I gotta clean up n'get somethin' t'eat."

Deirdre: “Of course, I’ll leave ye to it. Bye, lovey.” She gave Humphreys a kiss on his forehead and got to her feet. “Thanks for the directions and for lettin’ me love on Humphreys.”

Oliver: "He appreciates it, I bet." He placed his cigarette on the awkward steps and turned. "Know your way back?"

Deirdre: “Aye, I can manage. All the lefts are rights now, only real difference.”

Oliver: "Yeah." His smile and half-hearted laugh were for her benefit. An excuse to see her smile, perhaps? Damn stupid.

Deirdre: Excuse or not, he was still given a smile as Deirdre got in the Jeep.

She rolled down the window. “Blush.”

Oliver: "Wh-What?" The wrinkles around his eyes faded with his confused look.

Deirdre: “I like blush roses.” Deirdre’s smile became a full grin. “For when ye ask me to dinner.”

Oliver: Oh. But she'd seen his decrepit excuse for a house. He'd casually insulted her so-called country. He had been himself, and yet her smile was as though he had been the utmost gentleman.

"How m'I supposed t'find ya?"

Deirdre: “I’ll find ye. I know where ye live.”

Oliver: "That don't sound horrific at all," he smiled.

Deirdre: “Told ye I left my axe at home,” she said, starting the car and giving him one last smile before she drove away.

Oliver: Humphreys bellowed his farewell and was shooed into the house. The cigarette was stamped out. The smile remained stuck to his face until he hit the shower.

#Directions chapter #deirdremacallister #olivercole

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