#3239

[sleepsucks]

[harveyphotography]

Ad Assisi, il tramonto colora il cielo mentre i cavalli selvaggi ci ricordano che l’amore, come la libertà, è una forza indomabile.

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #3239 - November 21st

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[chibinotan]

Irregular Galaxy and Foreground Star

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

I'm finally free from finals which means that I can write and not feel guilty about it. Time to see how much I can write before the Dead on Mayn posting week begins.

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[usafphantom2]

48th TFW North American F-100D Super Sabre 56-3239 by Wing attack Plan R Via Flickr: F-100D-90-NA. C.N. 235-337. 48th Tactical Fighter Wing based at RAF Lakenheath. Last unit: 110th TFS / 131st TFW MO ANG based at St. Louis-Lampert IAP. Withdrawn from service to MASDC 16 December 1975 as AA FE0277. Departed MASDC to Sperry Flight Systems, Litchfield Park, AZ. Converted to QF-100D Drone (126). Next to 239 is 81st TFW F-101C 56-0019. Coincidentally, I have two other photos taken from the opposite angle that someone else took at the same airshow, in the USAFE album. (click tags 56-0019 or 56-0929) Photo Credit's: Unknown to me (Reprint). Photo likely taken at an unknown 1960's U.K. airshow .

[drrafaelcm]

STF garante posse de terras às comunidades quilombolas

Por maioria de votos, Plenário do STF conclui julgamento de ADI e declara a validade do Decreto 4.887/2003, garantindo, com isso, a titulação das terras ocupadas por remanescentes das comunidades quilombolas. Continue reading STF garante posse de terras às comunidades quilombolas

[skycrorg]

Hubble toma imágenes de una galaxia deslumbrada

La galaxia irregular Arp 263 acecha en el fondo de esta imagen del telescopio espacial Hubble de la NASA/ESA, pero la vista está dominada por un fotobombardero estelar, la estrella brillante BD+17 2217. Arp 263, también conocida como NGC 3239, es una galaxia irregular irregular salpicada de regiones de formación estelar reciente, y los astrónomos creen que su apariencia irregular se debe a que se…

[incorrectbatfam]

Conspiracy theory #3239: Robin, Red Robin, Red Hood, Nightwing, and Batman are just evolutions of the same Pokémon

[smutoperator]

A Horny Hostage

Lalisa Manoban (Lisa) x Male Reader

Kinkvember Chapter 1

Main kinks: kidnapping, golden shower, interracial (BWC), car sex

Word count: 3239.

New York City, United States, October 15th, 2024

What a day it has been for Lisa. Never in her wildest dreams when she started her idol career, she thought she would become a Victoria's Secret angel. She was as happy as ever.

"Come here, let's take some pictures," a photographer oriented her, bringing Lisa close to a van with its right side door open, where you took some pics of her, with her liking the best the one where she flaunts her cute ass.

"Good, let's take some more pics," you say to her after she looks at the ones captured in your camera and approves them. However, all that was just a trap to lure the (not so) innocent Thai girl into your plan.

A pair of masked dudes emerges from the side and shoves Lisa inside the van; you follow them, getting yourself on the backseat of the van while your two partners drive it away from the show. The newly crowned Victoria's Secret Angel is now just a hostage.

Lisa panics a bit; she screams for help at first, but no help is about to come. "So, let's blackmail her billionaire boyfriend into dropping some good money for the new woman we got with us," you say to your partners in crime. Despite the crowded traffic of New York City, your van quickly passes through Brooklyn, then Queens, and soon reaches the wilderness of Long Island.

Lisa is tied up, but you slowly calm her down. "We are going to free you in exchange for some favors," you tell her. "What kind of favors?" she asks. "You'll find out soon," it's all you can say for now.

You untie Lisa and start touching her body parts. Her long legs, her dark hair, and then hovers your hands around her pussy. "Careful, boy, you're looking for something that you can't handle," Lisa says to you. But you quickly shut her down. "I'm pretty sure I can handle you fairly easily; if your ugly ass boyfriend can do that and all he's got is money, I can do it too," you tell her.

"So you think you can handle this?" Lisa says, flaunting her ass for you. That arrogant brat is starting to get on your nerves. You then play with the dark wings from her outfit, which were stored inside the fan as well. "Fallen angel, I want to see you turning into a wild devil," you tell her. "If you say so, then I'll show you something," Lisa says.

"Then show me what kind of badass you are," you tell her, reaching with your hands to touch her pussy. "You have a nice pussy out there, you tell her, taking off the bottom parties of her outfit and leaving just her panties on. "Those bare legs are so sexy," you say, running your hands over them. "Take it off; I want to see you with just a bra and panties, the way I bet your boyfriend does every day," you tell Lisa, who obliges and takes the piece of fabric covering her bra.

"You really like to flaunt how much of a hottie you are since leaving idol life," you say to Lisa. "Well, if you let me, I'll do it even more," Lisa says, reaching towards your crotch and noticing your cock is already throbbing for her and ready to burst off those pants. But you slow her down, grabbing her neck and kissing her. "You're a bad bitch, aren't you?" you ask her.

"You're hot as fuck; now come suck my cock," you tell Lisa, unzipping your pants and showing off that big white cock to her. "Bet it's much bigger than your boyfriend's," you tell her. Lisa strokes it, then bends over to get a taste of your cock, allowing you to see her great ass from above as her sexy mouth gets it wet.

"Hmmmm, it tastes so good," Lisa says. "Fuck yeah, it does," you reply, letting her take the initiative and blow that pipe off while you caress her ass. You push your balls closer to her mouth, challenging her as she deepthroats you. But you quickly put a halt to her fun, pulling her top down and sucking her little tits.

"Hmmm, you like my cute little boobies," Lalisa says to you. "Yes, they are cute, but your mouth full of my cock is hotter," you say, dunking her head against your massive shaft and making her take it. "Fuck, that booty is so hot; I didn't know Asian girls could be so thicc at the bottom," you compliment her ass. "Well, it's definitely good; I bet you want to put that big fat cock in it later," she says.

"Give those fucking balls some love too," you tell Lisa, letting her lick it. But what she likes the most about sucking cock is the ability to deepthroat it, so Lisa just gets back up and takes your whole shaft in her mouth shortly after.

"Ohhhh shit, you suck my cock so good," you say to Lisa. "It's because it's so big and perfect for my little mouth," she answers as you just let her take it and give her butt a little spanking. "Now I want you to lick it like ice cream," you say to Lisa.

Lisa obliges and licks that shaft like the good whore she is. "Perfect, keep licking it and look at me when you do it," you tell her as she giggles. "Come on, show me you're a bad bitch; it's just you and me in the back seat of this car," you continue.

You pull Lisa's panties down, giving her sexy ass a few spankings. "Get them all the way down; I'll keep them as a souvernir," you say to her. "Now get on the floor and spread those legs," you give her another command.

You reach your hands and start toying with Lisa's fuckholes. Her pussy gets some fingering while your thumb goes straight into her butthole. You enjoy watching her moans just get muffled by your massive cock stretching her mouth.

"Perfect cocksucker, let me reward you for that," you say to her. "OUCH FUCK YES," Lisa screams as you start repeatedly hitting her ass hard. "Good girl," you say after, patting her head too and pushing it deeper down your shaft.

"You want that dick in your Thai pussy?" you ask Lisa. "Of course I do," she answers. "Then let's go for a ride," you say. "Bro, she is indeed the bad bitch you claimed; I'm jealous," the guy driving the van says, sliding the window down to check it a bit.

"Let's go, baby," Lisa says as she gets your cock wet with a few more suckings. You take her top off and then finally manage to grab her panties as a souvenir like you wanted, pulling it down once again and this time for good. Lisa is now butt naked as she prepares to sit her cunt on your cock.

"OHHHHH FUCKKKK," Lisa gets surprised by the size of your big white manhood in her pussy. Even her boyfriend's can't match. As a big white cock whore, she's truly having the time of her life. You make sure to use your hands to reach and push your shaft as deep as you can in her cunt. "OH MY GODDDD, UHHHHH," she moans as your tip is already reaching her cervix, the 10 inches of your massive pale pole stratching her out and bulging under Lalisa's long torso.

Lisa tries to bounce on your big cock, but her fun is short-lived. As soon as you get fully inside her, you start pumping it upwards. "UHHHH, UHHHHH," she says, getting caught off guard by your thrusts. "OH FUCK ME," she moans as you grab her butt and take full control of her body, your hips clapping fast against her cheeks as you destroy her cunt.

"UHHHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHHH," Lisa keeps moaning as your cock attacks her pussy relentlessly, her body swinging as the car makes a sharp turn. "OHHHHHH MY GODDDD, JUST LIKE THAT, YEAHHHH," she screams with no fear of getting heard by anyone besides your crew. She clings to any support she can find in the van, as you only increase the pace of your pumps.

You thurst so hard against Lisa's Thai pussy that her pink anus is already winking. "DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, USE ME," Lisa begs. And indeed, you won't stop, moving Lisa's body to the side and keep pumping her pussy hard, treating her like the fucktoy her boyfriend had too much respect for to use her like that, unlike you, who has none for this whore.

"FUCKKKKKK," Lisa keeps screaming, her voice cracking at all points. She probably used it more already by moaning like a bitch than in any of her performances as a soloist. "Oh, it's so good; oh, it's so fucking good; keeps using that pussy; oh my GODDDDDDD," she moans. "Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh," she moans as even her little tits are managing to bounce, given the intensity of your thrusts against her.

"OH YEAH, OH YEAH, SPANK MY ASS," Lisa says as you add extra hit to her already intense punishment, slapping her butt nonstop without losing any speed as you continue to fuck her pussy like a madman. "Come closer," you tell Lisa, who is so numb already she doesn't even notice the roof of the van, hitting her head against it.

"That's so good, so good, so good," Lisa repeats as you push her skinny body close to yours. Lisa stares at the window, the cary flying fast towards the roads of Long Island while your cock does your work in her cunt. Her spatial awareness is completely gone as her head keeps hitting the roof, and your cock hitting her cervix at all moments doesn't help.

"OHHHHHH GODDDDDDD," Lisa screams as she clings onto you, barely avoiding a hit against the glass as you keep attacking her pussy. A police helicopter flies close to your car, making you wonder if they are coming to rescue her. But you just don't care; her pussy is too good and worth getting arrested for.

You finally come to a stop, giving a little tap on Lisa's ass. "Good girl," you praise her abilities to take your white cock in such a confined space. But that's no surprise, given her flexibility acquired from years of dancing. You give her pussy a few extra pumps. "Oh my God, you fuck me so good, ah, ah, ah ah, ah," Lisa moans as your balls hit all the way up to her winking butthole.

Lisa climbs out of your cock, moving cautiously to avoid hitting the roof. She twists sideways and tells you to put your cock back in her pussy, starting a reverse cowgirl ride where the guys driving the fan will have a privileged and distracting view of her hot body bouncing on your cock.

Well, so she thought. You aren't keen on changing your ways, pumping your cock once again hard against her pussy. "OH MY GOD, PLEASE," Lisa begs, trying not to fall down as your cock pumps deep inside her. She opens her legs and moves them around, trying to get better support, but you just don't stop, grabbing her thigh and continuing to thrust like a madman. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO GOOD," Lisa moans as your balls hit right at her clit.

You fuck Lisa so fast her head now uncontrollably hits the roof of the car. You lean her body against yours, pumping her pussy at a pearly gates position, her Thai pussy just getting used by your big white cock. "FUCKKKKK, AHHHHHH, YOUR COCK IS SO GOOD," Lisa screams, getting out of breath as you just can't stop leveling her cunt. "OH YES, OH YES, OH YES," Lisa says as your cock hits her cervix constantly, you push her up, and her head hammers the roof once again.

You pull out of Lisa and pick up one of the folded seats of the van, pushing it back up. Lisa sits on it and spreads her long legs. You dive to eat the pussy you just obliterated for long minutes, licking her wet and used-up folds. "Looks like my big cock wrecked it good," you say to her.

"And I want it to wreck it again, uhhhh, ahhhhh," she tells you, interrupting herself with moans as your licking is too good for her to resist. You don't need much to put her on the verge of orgasm, as her pussy is already throbbing after so much pounding, and soon Lisa's long legs start shaking.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ohhh yeah, eat my pussy good" she moans as you tongue her folds. You kiss Lisa's pussy and move into thumbing her anus. "Hmmm, it's so tight, I wonder if my cock can fit in it," you say. "I guess you should try it, baby," she replies.

But first, you have to get your cock a bit slicker to slide on Lisa's sexy ass, giving a few pumps to her pussy instead as her wet folds lube up your shaft. You grab Lisa's leg and fuck her sideways, pinning her against the seat of the van. "Oh my God, oh my God, ahhhhh," Lisa moans.

You finally switch to fuck Lisa's ass, but your cock is so massive you struggle to get in at first. Lisa gasps with just your tip inside. "It's too fucking big for my tiny little ass," she moans. "Well, let's see," you reply.

You thrust your cock against Lisa's ass, her now coping with her butthole getting stretched out by fingering herself. "FUCK THAT ASS, YEAH," she moans. "God damn it, why do you have to be so big?" she asks as your cock digs deeper and deeper.

"Keep going; I need you all the way deep in my fucking ass, uh huh, uh huh," Lisa says as your cock slowly disappears inside it. You twist your fingers inside Lisa's pussy while your cock stays buried inside her asshole, making her scream even further. From time to time, you switch to her pussy to get some extra lube from her juices onto your cock.

Lisa's legs are so long the fingers in her right foot are now what's hitting the roof of the car while you keep fucking her ass. She opens her legs further, hitting the glass that separates the backseat of the van from the cabin. "DON'T STOP FUCKING MY ASS, PLEASE," she begs.

And who said you ever planned to stop? You push the pace and the depth of your cock inside her butt, rubbing your hands against Lisa's little tits as well while she moans like a good slut. You started choking her. "I love that baby, getting shocked while you fuck me in the ass; keep going," she says.

"Come here, let's try a different position, get on your knees, slut," you say to Lisa, who follows your orders, getting herself on all fours and clinging to the backseat of the van as you stay fucking her ass this time from behind. "AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHH, OH YEAH, FUCK FUCK FUCK," she moans hard as your cock stretches her tight butthole out while your big hands reach to keep choking her.

"What the FUCK FUCK FUCK," Lisa says as you suddenly change the pace, grabbing her waist and giving her ass fast and hard poundings. "Fuck, I love stretching your tiny little ass, Lisa; your cute, sexy butt looks so good with my cock deep inside it," you say to her.

You stay grabbing Lisa's waist, not letting her get out of your grasp at any second as you fuck her ass. "YEAH FUCK THAT ASS, YEAH, OH MY GOD," she moans. You grab her arms from behind and thrust hard up her butt, using the motion of the van in your favor. "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SO GOOD IN MY ASS," she says.

"Spread those legs wide," you command to Lisa, enjoying the way your cock just disappears inside her tight butthole. You then slide Lisa's body on the car's floor. "Wow," she says, as you get ready to get on top of her and pound her tasty ass even harder.

"Get that ass all the way up," you tell Lisa, who obliges, gaping her tight butthole as you slide inside it at a prone bone position. Lisa spreads her ass, trying to ease off the pressure of her tight hole, but it's to no avail; you just pound her relentlessly. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOOD," Lisa moans as you stretch her tight asshole hard, hitting her in the face and mounting on top of her like a raging bull, your hips clapping hard against her cheeks.

"OHHH, DON'T STOP BABY," Lisa begs as you impose on her a hard anal destruction; her body shakes with the insensity of your fucking. Your big white cock sends her to the heavens in a way her boyfriend's never could. She moans like a good whore, pleading to God. 

"Are you ready for that cum?" you ask her. "OH YEAH, BABY, I'M MORE THAN READY, OHHHHHHH," Lisa answers as you grab her waist and push your cock deeper and deeper in her ass. "Shit, Lalisa, your butthole is too tight; you're going to make me cum at any second," you say to her, clapping her cheeks hard.

"FUCK YEAH, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE ME THAT CUM," Lisa begs. "Then come here, get that ass up," you tell her, pulling out of Lisa and jerking your cock off until your seeds coat her sexy butt. You pick your phone up and take a picture of Lisa's cum-covered ass, giving it a little taps aftwards. " "Send it to Fred," you tell her.

Lisa messages her boyfriend as you stay starting at her butt and appreciating your white sperm all over it. You enjoy looking at her body, but one of the guys on the cabin suddenly interrupts you.

"Bro, we need to pee," he tells you.

"Alright, let's find someplace," you say to him.

"We are too far from the city; we'll need to pee at those woods," he replies.

"Wait, I think I have a better plan; stop the van," you answer him.

You slide the van's door open and bring a completely naked Lisa to the outside. It's freezing cold out there, but your cock is still throbbing. "Guys, I think I found the perfect place for us to pee," you tell them.

The three big white cocks start bursting hot piss all over Lisa's sexy body. To their surprise, she fully embraces it, opening her mouth when the pee gets close to it and loving the way you guys turn her into a walking urinal and cover her entire body full of that dirty liquid.

"Wow, that's so hot," Lisa says after you three finish pissing on her.

"Glad you liked," you say to her.

"Bro, looks like Fred paid the rescue money; should we just leave her there and tell him the location?" one dude asks.

You look at an abandoned cabin hidden in the woods and sense Lisa is still horny and wants more.

"I think we can wait until dawn; let's fuck that bitch airtight at the cabin first," you say.

"Done deal."

[cryptid-creations]

3239. Bluey and Bingo (Fan Art)

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Ogni tramonto ad Assisi è una promessa: che la bellezza di questo momento non finirà mai finché siamo insieme.

[nevieatiny]

Loveleaf Town

Seonghwa x reader

Summary: You thought playing animal crossing with your boyfriend would be a cute experience, however you forgot that is Park SeongHwa who we're talking about, a maniac who will never let you hear the end of it after finding out about your little secret

Word count: 1,148

Genre: Pure fluff

author's note: Hi, for those who are not that familiar with animal crossing, a treasure island is a completely flat island that is filled with dropped items that you can take for free, you can only access this type of islands if you have a nintendo online subscription so some people consider this "cheating"

btw, if you play animal crossing let's be friends and visit each others island <3

Mi nintendo friend code is: SW-6709-7599-7760

and the dream address of my island is : DA-3239-5826-9743

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"why would you put a tree in there" he watched the screen while eating a bag of pop corn and putting his long legs on top of you

"park seonghwa i swear to god, if you keep questioning my design decisions i'll break up with you" at this point he just stared at you while furrowing his brows "you cannot take constructive criticism for sure" this time you pinched the skin of his leg between your fingers, only getting a high pitched yelp in response "i don't go to your ugly island to tell you what to do" "hey, what do you mean ugly?!"

and that's how your live has been lately after finally buying your own nintendo switch, yeah maybe he insisted a little, but after playing animal crossing on your boyfriend's console for a while you got exited to have your own island (and maybe making him cry on mario kart) but Park Seonghwa took this game way too seriously, his island had a perfectly symmetrical street, post lamps perfectly placed, he even had a mini mart and all the colors of the island combined perfectly, on the other hand your island was not as planned as his, some streets ended in weird ways, all the houses were decorated with different colors because for you it had to match with the villagers personality, there were flowers of different colors everywhere and blank spaces due to your lack of planning skills, but you were happy with your little island.

Now, on the other side "i'm just trying to help you, just look, that space is empty, you could make a little pound in there" "it's going to be an arcade" you couldn't see his face because if you did you will smack him for sure this time, but you could imagine due to the groan he let out "y/n, it's like a 4x4 space, how are you gonna fit an arcade in there?" "i'll figure out"

you managed to make him quiet for a few minutes after asking him to bring you a bowl of pop corn as well, he silently watched you re-decorate your room for a while, that's something he usually did, just watched you play as if it was the most fascinating thing on the world, you thought it was cute, after you purchased the game he insisted on connecting it to the tv so he could watch you play for the first time, and ever since that moment he would just seat with you on the couch to play, sometimes he would bring his own console to visit each other's islands or just to play together, you both agreed to just play animal crossing to be on good terms after you almost ripped each others heads playing overcooked the first time, if you thought that Gordon Ramsay was bad, you should meet chef Park Seonghwa.

"wait a minute" oh no, here it comes " that's a seasonal item, how do you have that?" you knew this moment would come sooner o later, maybe you should've tried to be a little bit more modest with your decorations "... are you cheating?" you dropped the controller on the couch while trying to reach his hand "i can explain" he just moved the bowl out of his way, moving his hand away from yours "no, save it, i can't even look at you right now" and after that he stood up, his head hanging low while heading to the bed room "seonghwa wait " you grabbed his arm, forcing him to face you, but he just avoided your gaze, you love this man but sometimes he took situations to a whole new level of drama "no, you're disgusting, i don't want to see you". this time he covered his face with his free hand fake crying "ok, that was too much" "was it?, im sorry love" immediately after that he gave you a soft kiss while grabbing your free hand "but you're still a cheater tho" you rolled your eyes after hearing that, letting your head hang backwards as a child would do while being scolded "hey don't roll your eyes at me" carefully he grabbed your chin to face him "it's just that i don't want to wait for the store items to change every day, i wanted to have cute things" "yes love, but that's part of the game, building your island little by little" this man and his stupid rules " that's boring tho" "don't ever say that again or I will break up with you"

After convincing him of how treasure islands were just a complement of your hard work (and agreeing to wash the dishes after dinner) he asked you on a "date" on his island, grabbing his own console he sat beside you again all giggly and happy "wait, you're not gonna wear that to our date right?" Park seonghwa you're lucky you're handsome and great in bed "what's wrong with my outfit?" you asked, looking at him directly and tilting your head to the side "it's just... y/n you're wearing socks with slippers and a pink safety glasses" yeah maybe it wasn't the most flattering but in your defense you were wearing comfortable clothes to be on your island "please go and change before coming to my island" "ahhh, ok, but i though you would love me no matter how i look" after he picked an outfit for you himself and making a few remarks of how cute your clothes was because it was all "stolen" from a treasure island, you returned to the airport to finally visit him.

He first gave you a tour (again) of his island, showing you the new outside cinema he builded after the last time you payed him a visit, he constantly had to ask you to follow him to show you around because you kept running away, once he got you to sit at the cafe he so well decorated he started to pretend to be a barista to make you a drink, this man was just a little girl playing with barbies a this point "i have a gift for you" you said while dropping an item to the floor " thanks love, i love this flowers, specially because i saw you taking it from my garden" even after that he changed to equip the flower and put it in his hair "ok, this is the real gift" your rolled your eyes, dropping the construction set, when you saw it you immediately thought of your boyfriend "it's not a Lego set, but it kinda looks like one" he seemed genuinely happy with his little gift "awww, thanks love, I feel like when thieves steal jewelry for their girlfriends" "Give it back" he just laughed, kissing the top or your head "actually, i want to build a Lego room so... how do treasure islands work?"

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UPTADE

Hi! thank you for all the love and support, currently i'm working on the next chapter of "Chasing shadows in water" but i've been having ideas here and there for short scenarios like this one in the meantime, believe it or not this man is not my main bias hahahahah

But anyways thank you for all the love you gave to "Mrs. Park?" and i'll continue to write to give you something to read and entertain yourself as i do while reading the work of other authors on this platform.

[okaystoptellingmetomakeanaccount]

Scrog Timeline based on Life and times here we go. Part one lil kid scrog livin in Scotland.

The extended life and times of Scrooge McDuck. Part 1 - Glasgow 1867

First. There are a bunch of stories which show snippets of Scrooge’s life as a child (usually around Christmas). These snippets can vary from a single panel to multiple pages, but they are never the main plot. Among these are:

W DD 70-01, The Search for Cyril

W DD 72-01, Secret Of The Sargasso Sea

S 63099, Chairman of the Bored

D 9044, Wait For Me

D 99078, The Quest For Kalevala

I PM 187-2, The Brotherly News. - Note: Scrooge, Gideon and Grandma are shown as kids together in Scotland.

D 92305, The Lost Birthday. - Note: Partially time travel/suggested dream sequence, partially flashback.

I TL 2442-5, The Ghost’s Treasure… Or The Other Way Around

D 2012-058, Donald's Homemade Christmas

I TL 3063-2, The Numismatic Process

I TL 3239-1, A New Christmas Carol

I TL 3369-1, The Comfortable Temptation

D 2019-039, The New Year that Wasn't. - Note: This story contains a scene in which Scrooge travels to the past to give himself the number one dime. This is not reverted.

I TL 3368-1P, A Tournament of 100 Doors

D 2020-210, In Time For Christmas. - Note: This is a time travel story, and so the snippet is actually not a flashback. The snippet takes place during the night before Scrooge leaves for America.

I TL 3448-2, A Mysterious Anniversary

H 2022-002, The Treasure of Captain Seabass

I TL 3499-1, Fame

I TL 3501-3, Clear Coin Cleaning

I TL 3536-1P, The Test of Scottishness

I TL 3550-1P, The Leap Lamp. - Note: This story interestingly contains a retcon of D 91308. This retcon consists of Scrooge getting his shoeshine box on Christmas, as Fergus couldn’t finish it in time for his birthday. No known story contradicts this.

From here we can continue onto full stories that depict Scrooge’s time as a wee lad, whether they are flashbacks or not. Stories are placed in timeline order. If not sure (so for most of them) they are placed in release order. Among these are:

W US 44-04, The Invisible Intruder. - Note: Life And Times’ depiction of this time of Scrooge’s days is largely based on this story.

B 790164, A Taste and Three Cruzeiros

B 820168, A Christmas From the Past. - While the narrative is primarily about this past adventure, Scrooge only plays a secondary role.

B 830113, The First Bin. - Note: History told by LVD. Story does not necessarily seem to take place in 1860s Glasgow.

I TL 2865-03, The Mistake. - Note: Rare one pager showing Scrooge at school. Is in conflict with I TL 2695-1 in showing something that shouldn’t yet have happened according to Scrooge’s accounts in that story.

D 2013-026, The Orphan's Christmas

F DBG 16, The Dragon of Glasgow

H 2023-183, The First Christmas Ornament. - Note: After interference of Grandma Duck by the end, this story is revealed to be a fiction made up by Scrooge.

D 2020-145, The First Adventure. - Note: This story is a direct lead-in to Rosa’s story. As such, it’s probably the only one that can be surely placed.

D 91308, The Last of the Clan McDuck. - Note: it is very well possible for any of the above mentioned stories to take place during this story, as it contains time skips.

Honorable mentions:

I TL 756-A, Klondike’s Gold. - Note: This story famously portrays Scrooge’s youth as taking place in the Klondike, going as far as having him be born here.

W DAD 29-02, The Last Laugh. - Note: Scrooge mentions shining shoes and delivering papers when he was HDL’s age.

W DD 48-02, A Bucket of Scones. - Note: Scrooge mentions having left Scotland 60 years ago.

W JW 29-03, The Good Deed. - Note: Scrooge mentions growing up in Scotland in a boys’ home. Together with HDL they also visit his hometown: Pinchpenny.

I TL 697-B, The Unfortunate Dream. - Note: Dream sequence where Magica sees Scrooge earning his first dime as a child.

S 81095, The Search For Viking Treasure. - Note: Scrooge earns his first money by plowing fields.

I am 99% certain I have forgot and/or missed stories, so please feel free to comment or whatever to add to this. This post will keep being updated.

[babypinkbruno]

Blind Date Drabble pairing: Bruno Bucciarati x fem!reader word count: 3239

warnings: none!

notes: may become a chaptered deal... also on my ao3! this has not been beta read lol i'm too tired. maybe you'll like it, idk. i love him anyway and enjoyed writing this even though i desperately need to sleep. hehe.

It is ridiculous, Yn thinks to herself. This is so stupid. ‘Quit stressing – you look hot.’ Next to her Mista sips on a canned drink, eyeing her appreciatively. ‘Do I really need this?’ Yn asks, hesitantly.

‘You asked us to set you up with someone,’ Mista shrugs. ‘He’s a really nice guy, we promise – right, Fugo?’ he yells down the hall.

Fugo’s voice floats back. ‘I took no part in organising this!’ Yn laughs, rolling her eyes. She turns back to the standing mirror she is sitting cross legged in front of, getting herself ready, smoothing and fluffing her hair in the right places. ‘You sure it’s not too much? Do you know where I’m meeting him?’

‘Sure, I do. In fact, I’ll drive you.’ Yn grins, the anxiety melting away slightly. Though she is hesitant, it is true, she did throw the idea out there to her friends that maybe they knew a single guy who might be interested in going on a blind date… Though she recalls that conversation being held when she was very drunk. ‘You want a drink to calm your nerves?’ ‘I am not pregaming a date,’ Yn says firmly, with a wry smile. ‘I just hope that he’s hot enough to make me forget about Bruno…’

‘Suit yourself,’ Mista grins slyly. ‘I’m sure he’ll order you a glass of wine, or something. Or an entire bottle.’ He pauses thoughtfully. ‘And you don’t need to worry about Bucciarati – trust me. It’ll be fine.’ An hour later, Mista pulls up outside a rather low-key building. The lovely architecture is old, beige coloured stone with very minimal windows showing the inside of the establishment. As Yn steps out of the car, she notices there are two bouncers dressed immaculately. A few tables are set up outside underneath an awning, with patrons relaxing, nursing cigarettes and drinks in crystal glasses. Yn looks back at Mista, peering through the open window of his car. ‘You sure this is the place? It looks… intimate. Fancier than I’m used to.’ Mista grins. ‘It’s definitely the place. He’s inside,’ he says, glancing at his phone. ‘Have fun, baby girl.’ Yn smiles weakly, suddenly nervous. She gives her friend a wave as he heads off down the road. Once the lights of his car have disappeared, she takes a deep breath and heads toward the entrance of the establishment. She is not even sure what kind of place this is. Is it a bar? A club? A restaurant? All of the above? The bouncers greet her kindly but absently, scrutinizing her ID and then waving her in. Yn notices the way they give each other a knowing glance and she wonders what the hell was up with that. Before she can wonder further, she is distracted by the sound of a jazz band playing. She walks up the few steps into the building, suddenly breathless by how lavishly decorated the interior is compared to the outside.

Wall sconces cast a golden glow all over the walls, candles on every table, and a glittering chandelier hangs in the middle of what looks like a cosy dance floor. The jazz band plays softly at the end of the establishment, each member dressed smartly in 1950s style suits.

There must be around fifteen tables, pushed to the edges of the interior, up against the walls decorated with paintings and photographs. Yn notices a second story, like balconies at a theatre. She catches a glimpse of other tables and patrons watching the band play from high up.

Yn turns to the maitre d, anxiously, feeling somewhat out of her depth. She gives her name to the man, and he smiles at her warmly, that same knowing glint in his eye as was in the eyes of the bouncers.

‘Right this way, signorina.’ He leads her to a table tucked near the corner, close to the bar, and her heart lurches when she sees who sits there, waiting patiently for her.

In fact, Yn almost spins on her heel and leaves. Her heart races, pounding loud in her ears. Bruno Bucciarati – her boss, the one guy she was trying to not crush on – stands up, surprise flickering across his pretty features. He smooths his shirt. He has dressed somewhat more casually yet looks pristine in a dark coloured button up shirt, paired with darker trousers, neatly pressed. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, the top two buttons of his shirt left undone. Bruno smiles softly at Yn, and she catches the way his eyebrows slightly crease upward – he’s nervous… The maitre d leaves them, smiling to himself as if it is the most entertaining thing he has ever seen.  Yn’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, words unable to escape her mouth, her cheeks warming, ‘What are you–’ ‘You look—’ Yn and Bruno look at each other, accidentally speaking at the same time. Then, they laugh. At first, gently, then, as if it were something unbearably funny, they laugh harder. Bruno turns away, covering his mouth with his hand, his laughter effectively melting away any nerves between them. He gestures to the seat nearest his, so she can see the band without having to turn around in her seat. Yn smiles and sits down, smoothing her dress. ‘This is terribly unexpected.

Bruno nods, a chuckle escaping his lips. Yn notices the pink dusting his cheeks, and wonders if he is embarrassed because he is happy that  it is her who arrived, or if it is because he is disappointed. ‘I’m sorry, if you were hoping for someone else… At least, we can enjoy, um, hanging out, right?’

Bruno looks at her, surprised. ‘What do you– I’m pleased it’s you.’ ‘O-oh.’ The two of them stare at each other for a moment, the laughter from earlier threatening to bubble up again.

Yn laughs lightly and she looks round at the bar. ‘I, um, need a drink.’ ‘It’s not so unbearable that you need to drown your sorrows already, is it?’ Bruno jokes, the slightest hint of worry in his voice. Yn shakes her head profusely. ‘No! It’s just been a long day.’ Bruno looks at her, understanding. He slides her the menu – a thick bound book with the word “menu” embossed in gold on the cover. ‘You can tell me all about it over your favourite drink,’ he says kindly. Butterflies flutter dangerously in her chest as she meets his gaze – those bright eyes, as warm as a sunshiny summer’s day. She manages to drag her gaze away from his and to the menu, flicking through the pages. Finally, she chooses a familiar wine, and Bruno beckons the waiter over, his smooth ordering for the two of them. ‘So, you didn’t know it was me?’ Bruno says, a small smile tugging at his mouth. Yn blushes and avoids his eyes. ‘I– no, I had no idea, Mista did not tell me a single thing.’

Bruno lets out a soft laugh. ‘Are you disappointed?’

Yn shoots him a confused glance. ‘Not at all–’

The waiter cuts her off, delivering their wine.

Bruno thanks him with a smile and gently places Yn’s glass in front of her, the wine reflecting the flickering of candles placed around the room. ‘Shall we toast?’

Yn regards him curiously. ‘Toast to what?’

Bruno pouts thoughtfully, watching her sniff at the wine. ‘To our companionship? And our dear friends’ mischievous meddling?’

Yn rolls her eyes playfully. ‘Mista’s gonna get a smack later, I tell you.’ She raises her glass to clink against his. ‘To companionship, and our meddling pals.’

They drink quietly, surveying the taste as it lingers in their mouths.

Yn watches Bruno carefully, her heart racing in her chest. How the fuck did Mista get Bruno to agree to a date? And with her? She cannot believe that after months of pining for her boss, she is finally sitting next to him… on a date. Mista must have gotten sick of hearing her whine about how much she likes him… Yn thinks to herself, embarrassed.

Bruno notices how pink her cheeks are. ‘Are you okay? Is it too warm in here?’

‘Oh! No, I–’ Yn says, shrugging out of her coat, letting it drape over the chair next to her. She wears a neat dress, with short sleeves, the satin skirt falling to her mid thigh. Yn notices how Bruno averts his eyes, clearing his throat. ‘Sorry, I didn’t know what venue I’d be going to, so I just put on what I thought would fit with… most date places…’

Bruno shakes his head, suddenly worried.. ‘You look beautiful.’

Yn holds his gaze, the air between them seems to crackle with electricity. She looks away before she can say something stupid, and takes a sip of her wine.

Bruno smiles softly, his cheeks still pink. ‘Tell me about your day?’

‘Well, it’s not… interesting at all,’ Yn says. ‘Just went to work, pretended to be a barista.’

‘Do you not find the cafe interesting at all?’ Bruno asks curiously, resting his chin in his palm.

‘Well… Sometimes. I can’t say I enjoy all of it. Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m extremely privileged to have a job, I just would rather, you know, be out there with you guys, on a mission.’ Yn shrugs, sipping her wine, enjoying the way her mind starts to feel fuzzy.

‘At least you’re grateful, though I’m not sorry that there hasn’t been more action available for you at the moment,’ Bruno says. ‘I like it when you’re safe in class rather than out there roughing people up.’

Yn blushes at his words, her heart skipping a beat as he admits he is glad she is not out there facing danger every day. ‘How was your day?’ She asks, changing the subject.

Bruno thinks for a moment. ‘Tiresome – reports, supplies, the usual check ups on our establishments’ He speaks softly.

Yn finds herself captivated by them, his tanned skin looking soft but calloused where it is evident that his hands had been busy. She wonders how they might feel, grasping her thighs and— stop. It’s not like that.

She shakes her head slightly, pushing aside her filthy thoughts. ‘But, now it’s time to relax,’ he says, smiling at her. He sips at his wine, watching her intently.

‘True,’ she replies, mirroring him and sipping her wine. ‘This place is beautiful. Do you come here often?’

‘Not often, no.’ He places his wine glass down on the table, and stands, offering her his hand. ‘Would you like to dance?’

Yn looks at him rather surprised. ‘Yes, I– I would like to, but I don’t know if I’ll be any good.’

Bruno shrugs. ‘It’s not a competition, we’re here to have fun.’

Yn quickly drains her glass, the last mouthful of wine better act as her courage, she thinks. She accepts his hand, her heart fluttering as she looks up at him and is met with his toothy smile. She was right, his hands are soft.

Bruno leads her down a few steps and into the open space in front of the band. He places a gentle hand on her waist and holds her other hand close in his. He looks down at her, his soft expression reassuring her nerves. ‘Don’t worry, just follow the music,’ he whispers low into her ear.

She shivers as his voice meets her ear, his breath sweet on her skin. She nods, swallowing nervously.

The music is gentle and Yn finds herself enjoying dancing so much more than she thought she would 

For what feels like half an evening, Yn is swayed on the dance floor. At first awkwardly, but then as the music progresses, she grows more comfortable, even going as far as to rest her forehead on his chest. She can feel how Bruno’s heart beats hard against his chest, and her own flutters at the thought.

She wonders if there is any chance that… No. Of course not. They’re… friends. They’re superior and subordinate. Boss, and employee. It is impossible to be anything more, she thinks to herself.

‘Hey, Yn,’ Bruno’s voice is low in her ear. ‘Are you alright? You’ve– you’re not moving.’

Yn suddenly snaps out of her daze, opening her eyes and looking up at him.

Bruno meets her gaze with surprise, worry furrowing his brow. He reaches to her cheeks, wiping away a tear that had rolled down her cheek. His lovely blue eyes search her face. ‘What’s happened?’

‘I–I’m fine,’ Yn half-lies. Her heart races as she stares back into his eyes, desperately resisting glancing at his lips. ‘Just thirsty,’ she murmurs.

Bruno hesitates before intertwining his fingers with hers and leading her back to her seat at their table. He disappears to the bar and returns with glasses of water. ‘Please drink.’

Yn accepts the water glass gratefully, swallowing the cool liquid quickly.

A moment passes as the two of them are quiet.

‘Are you–’ Bruno begins, before he is cut off by a message buzzing from his phone. He withdraws it from his pocket, opens it, and frowns.

Yn watches patiently, willing the butterflies in her belly to stop. Disappointment feels better than this horrible hope that he likes me back, she thinks.

‘What is it?’ She asks.

Bruno closes the phone and places it back in his pocket. ‘It was nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.’

‘Was it work related?

Bruno falters slightly. ‘It was. Why?’

Yn does not respond. She knows he is busy, she knows she is lucky to be here with him right now, on this… whatever this is. But it was their work that made this completely inappropriate. The reminder stung.

‘Bruno,’ Yn begins, taking a deep breath. ‘Do you– would you ever…’

Bruno watches her patiently, his eyes flickering to her hands and to her face.

‘Do you think you’ll ever, like, properly date anyone…? Yn asks, feeling silly for even asking. ‘I mean, everyone in the neighbourhood knows you, like personally… Women love you…’ She trails off.

Bruno leans back in his chair, thoughtfully, an emotion Yn does not recognise flickers over his features. ‘I might.’

Yn looks at him expectantly. ‘Why did you agree to go on a blind date?’

‘Because Mista told me it would be you.’

It feels as though the air has warmed by several degrees.  Yn looks at Bruno, letting the information sink in. He knew it would be her? And he still…?

‘You knew?’

Bruno nods, frowning slightly. ‘I thought you knew as well. I never mentioned it because Mista told me you were embarrassed about it.’

That fucker… She thinks.

‘Well, I…’

Bruno takes a deep breath. ‘Listen…’ he says slowly, placing a gentle hand on her hand. ‘If you’re uncomfortable, try not to worry about it. Who says friends can’t enjoy each other’s company?’

Yn looks at him, mouth dry, unsure what to say. Unsure how to protest and say she does like him, that she is uncomfortable in a good way.

‘We might not have gotten the date we expected, but I think it’s been worth the worry, wouldn’t you agree?’

Yn’s heart skips a beat. Bruno’s kind smile was wider tonight, the creases at the edges of his eyes deeper, his goofiness a little brighter. He seemed to be having fun, she realises, so why can’t she?

He looks at her softly. ‘Be in the moment – you can forget about it in the morning.’

His hand begins to move, but before his warmth can escape her hand, she quickly intertwines her fingers with his. Yn avoids looking at his eyes, running away from their blue intensity. She waits a moment, expecting him to pull away, but he does not – he tightens his hand around hers, squeezing gently.

‘We can forget in the morning,’ Yn murmurs, more to herself. She would like this, the chance to have him to herself just for a moment, without the consequences of the next day. He surely would wake up regretting letting her touch him like this, she thinks to herself, but not tomorrow… We can forget.

But as the night drew on, and the closer their side moved toward each other, the more hushed their voices became, the more they leaned in, dizzy with drink, the less she began to believe that it would be as easy as simply “forgetting in the morning”.

Bruno walks her home, the chilly air swirling around her bare legs as they walk quietly beside each other down the sleepy streets. His hand still holds hers, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing against the back of her hand softly.

Every now and then, Yn glances up to see if Bruno’s expression had changed to disgust, disappointment, or anything else she is worried he might truly feel, but his expression remains calm, happy, warm.

‘Home, safe and sound,’ Bruno’s voice breaks through her reverie. He smiles down at her as they stop outside her apartment block.

‘Yes,’ Yn replies, looking up at the apartments. She spots the soft glow of a light from the open curtains on the second floor.  ‘Mista seems awake.’

‘That doesn’t surprise me,’ Bruno says, rolling his eyes playfully. ‘You’d better go in and get some rest, all that dancing really takes it out of you.’

Yn smiles up at him, remembering faintly how his hands felt on her waist. She shivers and tries to play it off as if she is cold, wrapping her coat tighter around her. ‘Well, thank you,’ she says quietly. ‘That was a lot of fun.’

Bruno nods, a smile still gracing his lips. ‘We’ll have to do it again some time.’ Yn’s heart flutters at his words. Next time…? I mean, yeah, friends hang out all the time… ‘That would be nice.’ Bruno grins in response to that and brings his hand to her cheek, stroking softly. ‘Goodnight, Yn.’ Yn holds her breath, unable to tear her gaze away from Bruno. She swallows hard, nodding, trying desperately not to learn into his touch too much. Bruno hesitates, glancing at Yn’s lips, but he turns, withdrawing his hand from her face. ‘Go on, I’ll wait until you’ve gone in.’ Yn nods, letting go of his hand regrettably. The space between her fingers has never felt colder, and emptier. From the apartment wafts the warm scent of pizza as she unlocks and opens the door. Yn can hear Mista’s turning pages of whatever book he is reading in the living room accompanied by the low volume of whatever is playing on tv. Yn turns back to face Bruno, dreading the moment she has to walk into her apartment, leaving the memories of the night behind her. Bruno seems to know exactly what she is thinking and smiles reassuringly. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’ ‘Goodnight,’ Yn manages, resisting the urge to reach out to him, to have her hand enveloped by his warmer, larger one again. Bruno nods, a flicker of something unrecognisable in his expression. His smile tugs at his mouth, and as he leaves, he waves a gentle hand over his shoulder to her. It is only later on, when she is tucked away in bed, tossing and turning over every detail of the evening, does Yn realise she had never seen Bruno smile as much as he had done that evening.