#3499

[sleepsucks]

[honjitsuno1mai]

#3499 ＠ 北海道稚内市（ハートランドフェリー 利尻・礼文航路）

[vanillastopbath]

3499 Chicago, IL 07/31/2023

[probablyasocialecologist]

Through time, we’ve seen a progressive narrowing of how we experience entertainment: from the collective cinema experience, to the family viewing of the television, to the even narrower audience of the streaming service and various video apps, and now the expectation is that we’ll strap a set of screens directly onto our faces to ensure we can’t share an experience with another person. The development is a worrying one, and illustrates how disconnected tech executives are from real life.

The leaders of the tech industry are not only separated by much of the public because their wealth, experience of the world, and exclusive lifestyles, but also seem to have stunted social lives, or at least a lack of insight into the social nature of regular humans. They think an ideal way of living is one where as much as possible is mediated through digital technology because they have a specific interest in the tools that made them rich and powerful, and continuing a process that put them in that position in the first place. And while people have been open to going along with their visions, it’s pretty clear there’s a growing frustration and even dissatisfaction with the world they’ve created. Doubling down on it seems like a bad idea.

[...]

Given that the Vision Pro will retail for $3499 and won’t launch until 2024, with an initial rollout limited to the United States, I think we have a unique ability to ensure this project fails. We’ve already seen how ridicule can take the hype out of a tech bubble, most recently with crypto and the metaverse, but a decade ago the same thing happened with Google’s attempt to make its Glass smart glasses happen. Instead, its users were termed “Glassholes” and the product was scaled back and sold as a niche enterprise tool.

[bobbie-robron]

She’s right. You were bit of an obstacle, Donna. Alright… tomorrow… same time, same place, no one in the back seat.

While Robert and Donna are necking in the back seat of his car, Donna natters on about this and that (I feel for ya, Robert, but you need to be more picky). Donna winds up joining Robert and Elaine on another driving lesson which leads to a dent on his car. Still, Robert agrees to another lesson for Elaine WITHOUT ‘jack-in-the-box’ Donna. Donna informs Elaine she and Robert are now serious (does Robert know this?) and Elaine assures her she ain’t interested in Robert. Besides, she wants it to be with the ‘right bloke first’ - yup, virgin!

29-Jul-2003

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[lostandfoundbook]

Chapter 7

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Tech week had been brutal. Running the routines together spontaneously while being mic-ed up was completely different. It made it feel all that more real, like she was actually about to be one of the biggest stages in the entire country and everybody would actually be watching her.

It had ALWAYS been one of her dreams to perform here. She used to stare up at the tall skyscraper building with her brother and sister by her side. She'd take their hand in both of hers and they'd walk along the sidewalks while waiting for their parents. Alex had known better at this point. Her parents were off doing shady things and she had to protect her siblings.

Instead, they'd find little solace in the shops in front of them as they paced the sidewalks. In the front of the theatre, where they'd stared at those signs countless of times as they watched the names light up in flashing colors. Over the years Oliver had gotten a digital display to replace the ones his dad used to have up, and Alex thought they didn't shine the same way.

This didn't stop her excitement when she saw her own name being plastered up on that building the week before tech week had begun. She knew it had to happen eventually, but it was like a real dream come true for her. All her hard work with this production was slowly starting to pay off.

All the people from the group chat Alex was in was sat in a circle backstage, and she figured it was probably time for her to join them. Over the past couple of weeks a few of her castmates had made their way up to her asking for photos of autographs of some form. All of them given the same warning not to post about her yet.

She thought she would be accepted but instead she was met with awkward stares from everybody as she placed her butt on the ground, sitting criss cross style. "Hey" Alex spoke weakly, giving a small wave. The crowd all lowly greeted her. The energy had clearly dipped when she arrived.

"Anyway.... What were you saying, Scott?"

"Never mind." The man-- Scott-- shot Alex a regretful look before darting his eyes in the opposite direction. "Please, don't let me stop you. I'm not someone who judges"

"No, it's oka--" Scott started, before a plump brunette girl wearing glasses stood up. "Nobody likes the ballet, and most of us think you're kissing up to the director. This is supposed to be some fine art academy teaching us high tier skills we'll be able to take on into our careers and we're being handed this bullshit. It's bullshit!"

"Amira! Not so harsh" Brandon barked out, pulling on Amira's hand to lead her back towards her seat. She ripped her hand out of his grasp and huffed as they sat down. Alex was left feeling conflicted. The statements made didn't feel accusatory, the same way they hadn't felt accusatory when Brandon mentioned them before.

It felt like co workers taking their complaints up the chain of command to their boss, with the boss in this situation being Alex. She didn't know how she found herself in this position.

"Listen. I like the ballet because I think it's pretty! I think it's fun and it's what I know how to do and I'm finally not in over my head drowning in stuff I don't understand and he made it really..." Alex started to trail off in her speech. She wasn't doing to well. "Easy?" she shrugged.

"That's exactly the issue" Scott added in. "It's easy for YOU guys. Not for us. It doesn't make sense why he's focusing on all the men in a musical centered around women and their story."

"It's not just about women, it's--"

"I know what it's about."

Alex pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. "I just think, maybe, my opinion on the matter isn't relevant? The director doesn't like me, and it's way to far into the production to make any drastic changes. I mean. It's tech week. we're supposed to be running through this to really polish it up."

"I know!" Amira replied back, standing again as she did so. "I mean, look at it" She motioned towards the room they were all sitting in.

A couple of people stopped to turn around and look. It was a big wooden built room that was divided into sections by columns and curtains so tall you could break your neck from looking at it's height. scaffolding lined the ceiling where the trestle lay which lead to the catwalk above the stage for ease of access for crew workers while still being unseen by the audience.

We weren't running our lines or doing anything significant, because tech was currently busy trying to code the lights to the band, so the cast members were in a constant state of Hurry Up And Wait

"So why don't we just rehearse on our own? We know the moves" Scott finally spoke out after a minute. "And what? Get yelled at by Dr. Mike for not being in our assigned locations? Yeah right." another voice spoke out, one she didn't recognize yet but knew she would have to learn eventually.

"It's worth a try, isn't it?" Brandon asked, his eyes quickly glancing over towards Alex's as if he were asking permission. "Let's do it"

They really did have it down. Their issue was lacking the passion for the project. "What's holding you guys back for this?" Alex asked, crossing her arms as she spoke. It was another form of default for her, as if she used it as a defense mechanism. "Well, part of it is not wanting to look like an idiot" Julia popped out.

"You guys don't look like idiots. Trust me." Alex shot back with an heir of caution in her voice, almost as if she didn't know how to approach the girl. "Well, I think we should try the lift, then." Brandon replied as he fiddled with his fingers. He seemed anxious about it.

"Uhm..." Scott started to say while side eye-ing the two. Brandon's arms went straight down to his side in fists as he began to get heated. "What?! You don't think I can do it? I can do it."

"You haven't done it yet" Scot chewed back. "Shut up! You haven't been able to get your arabesque without shaking. That's basic stuff to know. Don't come shouting at me for a more advanced technique when you can't even do grade school moves."

Alex could feel her cheeks heating up. She had never been able to afford advanced classes. Everything she learned was because she enrolled at an age where it was free for her, and her teachers saw the potential she had and after a certain point, but just couldn't let her attend for free anymore.

She found odd jobs on the side to make up money for classes when she got older but it wasn't cheap. Hearing the guys so openly share their experiences made her a bit envious.

"Alright, why don't we just settle down? We can try the lift. We have the space and we aren't needed for at least another hour, so why not? What could it hurt?"

"My pride." Brandon laughed out. "I'm kidding. Let's do it. Right now?"

Alex nodded in turn and stretched her arms out to prepare for the lift. It wasn't difficult. She was supposed to run and jump into his arms, and if his balance was steady enough, he would catch her. From there he would lift her onto his shoulder and spin around as the ensemble swarms in around them, just nearly blocking them.

And then the true life. Alex would be hoisted up above the sea of people crowding below and she would spread her arms in a flying motion. She would be a free bird and everybody would see her clearly. It would be exhilarating. But Brandon couldn't keep his balance steady, and that was where the issue lay.

"Just run towards me" he said as his knees practically buckled underneath him. "Um. You need to fix your footwork" Scott yelled out with his hands cusped around his mouth in a dramatic fashion. Alex darted a look towards him that said 'keep it to yourself' and readied her feet.

"You ready?" She spoke out, the two of them meeting eye to eye for just a brief moment. She could see the sweat gleam across his forehead. He steadied his feet beneath him before barking out, "I'm ready, do it!"

Alex made a dash towards the boy, her arms by her side in a zig-zag motion to help her keep her momentum. "Wait!" Brandon called out before pushing his arms in front of himself and wincing. Alex couldn't stop her speed enough in time and crashed right into him. "What was that for?!" She called out.

She looked underneath her to see Brandon looking... she wasn't quite sure how exactly he was looking in this moment. Confused? Upset? She couldn't quite place the emotion on his face.

"My footwork was all off. Scott was right."

"Your footwork doesn't matter. You need to catch her" Scott shot back, lifting his arms into the air as if to show him. "I know that! Lay off."

Alex stood up from being on top of Brandon and dusted herself off, offering a hand to Brandon so he too could stand. "Ignore him. Your footwork doesn't matter, I'm being serious here. What matters is the mindset you're approaching this with. You need to give it your 100% and approach this as if you've already done this lift."

Brandon gave her an exasperated look. "You can do it, Brandon. I believe in you!"

"Me, too!" Julia shot out, pumping her fist into the air. "You can do it!" Another voice rang out. Scott just rolled his eyes. "Just lift her up! You got it" He added in after a minute.

"Alright! Alright. Just give me a second" Brandon walked to the other side of the backstage area and took a couple of breaths. He was attempting to cool his nervous system down from whatever was eating away at him and preventing him from following through.

The thought of somebody barreling at you full speed isn't exactly an easy thing to deal with.

"Okay. I'm ready." He finally said and turned around again to face Alex. He motioned his hands in a 'come here' motion and nodded his head. "Okay" was all Alex said before she began to run towards him again.

She could feel the air brushing past her hair as she made her way towards Brandon. It was almost like the movies portrayed it. One lover runs towards the other through the field, their hands drawn out towards each other in desire and hope to embrace one another. Once the two made contact Brandon lifted her up into the air with his arms extended wide.

He stumbled a bit as he did so, as if he needed to catch his balance. Alex's weight was even on top of him and for once he actually held her weight above him. "That's what i'm talking about!" Scott yelled out and clapped his hands together, a few other people following in his footsteps.

Brandon looked towards the crowd of cast members and began to stumble. His knees shook and wobbled as he held her and he slowly lost his grips on her sides. The two of them came crashing down on top of each other again.

"You did it!" Alex called out, putting her hands between Brandon's shoulders and head. "Yeah, if you mean dropped you again!" he called out, pushing her off of him. She tumbled to the side with a grunt. "No! You lifted her, dude!" Julia called out, running over to help Alex stand up.

"Yeah. I lifted her, and then dropped her. Again. How am I supposed to go out and perform this piece if I don't even know how to put her down properly?! I don't know why I got this role and Scott didn't."

Suddenly the mini rivalry between the two made sense to Alex. "Brandon, you got this role because you're an amazing actor, singer, and dancer. This one piece doesn't represent you as an artist and you shouldn't let it hold you back, either. There's so much more to your abilities than being able to lift a girl above your head. That's a pretty arbitrary skill."

"It's not arbitrary in ballet" his eyes narrowed on hers, an expression of doubt in his face. "No, but it's a stupid prissy theatre that you shouldn't really give two shits about. Stop giving it so much weight in your life. It really doesn't matter" Alex finally said. There was a gasp from behind her.

"Ms. Gray! If you'll please, this is one of the most prestigious schools in the country!"

Alex whipped around to be met face-to-face with the director. "Sir! You missed our full conversa--"

He cut her off "I don't think that's matters!" Alex turned to look towards the other cast members who had all dispersed and made their way away from the scene. Typical. All of them, except for Brandon who resided on the floor. "I need you two for tech. Go out on stage and test the microphones. I don't want to hear another blasphemous word!"

"Right.." Alex said, sucking her lower lip into her mouth to bite. She reached a hand out towards Brandon to help him up again.

* * *

Making her way back to her room was easy at this point. Alex had slowly added the theatre and dance studio to her mental map of places in the hotel and had really become familiarized with her surroundings. She noticed all the cream moldings lining the banisters of the wall and the prissy, uptight wallpaper with a texture she couldn't quite name. What she new is it felt rich.

The hotel itself was very modernized and business-like. You walked in and it felt like you were there to do business, whether it was a work trip or some event happening there at the hotel. But one you got up to the VIP suites, the story changes. It feels older and different, like it was a picture taken out of a book from the 1930's that you were reliving in real time. It was more special than the rest of the hotel.

She understood why people stayed here on residencies. Being tended to in these nice suites, room service at your fingertips, servants at your beck and call, clothing in a walk in closet decked up to the nines, and the hotel even had a private pool located on the east side for the VIP residents.

Alex didn't get to partake in any of these luxuries. Currently, her room was being taken out of the check she receives each week from partaking in the Haven Entertainment Company. She didn't think she could afford it, until one day, she went ahead and checked her bank account. And she saw the $50,000 sitting there.

It made her giddy with glee. Like she was informed of some sort of secret that had been kept hidden from her. But it wasn't. Why hadn't she thought to check her bank account sooner?

Realistically, she couldn't just spend it on whatever, but she was interested in trying to seek out Morphine, somehow. She wasn't really interested until Everette had said something to her about it. It made something inside her yearn. For simpler times, for simpler solutions, for simpler relaxation. It all made sense in her head.

She was going to go on a date with Everette and get him to get her Morphine. This might mean kissing him, this might mean doing... other things. She actually didn't want to think about it. If she was being honest, some piece of her knew that she was asexual. That playing with men (and occasionally women) was just something she did because that was what was expected of her. It was the "right" thing to do, she would tell herself.

She was currently rummaging through her closet looking for an outfit to wear. She had already texted Everette and the two agreed to meet up at the bar downstairs. He was excited because she agreed to take photos with him. Anything she could do to butter him up.

She was stuck between the option of wearing shorts or a skirt. If she wore a skirt, she knew she wanted to wear a long sleeve shirt with it. But the bar could get pretty stuffy, and she didn't have anything cute to wear underneath a big shirt like she was planning.

Her option of wearing black shorts wasn't too appealing, either, however. She would've paired it with a lace patterned crop top that came down to about her ribs, and showed just a bit of midriff. This however was just a bit too revealing for a date.

When coupled with the issue, she decided to pull out her phone and go to Instagram. She put the outfits side by side and laid out a third option, just in case. She put the photo on her story with a poll saying "which is cuter (no context lol)" and put the third option, just as a joke.

To her surprise, that was the outfit that everyone picked. It was a black business skirt with a blazer, paired with a black bralette. It was more a club outfit than it was a date outfit, but it honestly was cute. She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror, fiddling with the blazer jacket.

She looked down towards her feet and noticed how shoe-less she was. She grabbed a pair of black strappy heels that went up her ankles and legs and she liked how they complimented the outfit.

She liked how it looked in general, but decided she needed to do a little bit of make up. b-lining it out towards her vanity in her bedroom, she was met face to face with Avery. "Oh! Hello"

Alex stopped dead in her tracks. "Hi!"

"I was just looking for you, but you seem busy." She said, pointing towards the door. "No! No, you're perfectly fine. Was there something specific you needed?"

"Well, first off, you look really beautiful. I don't know what you're doing but, gorgeous. Second off, the theatre just needed your measurements for costumes so that everything is set up for day after tomorrow!"

Alex paused and knitted her brows. "Day after tomorrow? Why not do it tomorrow?"

"Well" Avery started "It takes time to make the costumes, and we have multiple of them being made, not just for you, but for the entire cast and ensemble. It's going to be a lot of costumes and we're going to need a lot of people working on it. So it's going to take time."

Alex nodded, pretending like she understood the depths of what it took to run a production of this scale. "Right. Got it. Was that all?"

Avery smiled and nodded. The two exchanged their information and Avery was fast on her way out of the room with another 'You look beautiful' and 'I hope you have a good night'. She really was a sweet girl, but Alex didn't think she'd understand everything that involved Alex's addiction.

She didn't like calling it that. Her addiction. But that is what it was. She sat down at her vanity and continued to stare at herself. She hadn't really had the time to just stop and stare at herself in the mirror. She was much older than she remembered being, but maybe that was the amnesia. She hoped she'd get her memories back, soon.

In the mean time, she reached into the drawer of her vanity and pulled out her make up palette. She didn't remember the brand name, something like "Lara Michelle" that had faded away over the years. She smudged her finger into one of the brown colors on the palette and pushed it onto her eyelid.

She'd always heard that using a sponge or a brush was better, but she preferred this method. She achieved her classic look that she always wears out over the years by doing this, so she was going to keep doing it. She dotted the color white into the corner of her eye with her pinky finger and smudged it out, attempting to blend.

She grabbed the false lashed and the glue bottle and popped the lid off, slathering a hearty amount onto the little strip. After letting it sit for the near-minute it took to dry, she placed it onto her eye and rearranged it until it was perfect. She did the same for the other eye and suddenly they were complete.

All that was left to do was pick out a simple nude lipstick with some lip gloss and the look was complete. She did so with ease, and applied them just as simply as she did with her eyes.

When she was done she reached for a purse she had sitting on her vanity and passed it around her shoulder. She walked over to her night stand and grabbed her phone, scrolling through all the messages she had received.

"Be there soon. Love u babe."

[makethesausage]

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[michaelgabrill]

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[awitch2]

The actual chance for Grian to not have gotten a mending book so far is ~13,5%

Grian is not that unlucky.

The chance to get an enchanted book when fishing with luck of the sea is 1.9%

The chance to then get a Mending book is about 2/133 or 1.504%

Multiply those two and you get a chance of about 1/3500 chance to get a mending book when fishing

The most recent information on how much Grian has fished I could find is from Iskalls video where Grian says he used his fishing rod 7150 times taking out the times he didn’t catch a fish I would round to 7000 times

Taking all the into account we get: (3499/3500)^7000=13.52966%

The in a graph that would look like this:

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Clothes make the man

AN: There is no plot here. This is just porn. I have nothing to say for myself other than this is Kai's (@lovelyhan ) fault, and this outfit has haunted me for three years now. I had to get this out of my system. I resisted with the Daddy kink this time around but, this is still me largely pushing my 'Joshua is kinkier than I feel like people give him credit for' agenda so. Now I'll disappear in shame and embarrassment *finger guns.*

Synopsis: You don't expect to feel so strongly about one of Joshua's stage outfits.

Heads up: Joshua Hong x Fem! Reader, established relationship, Dom! Joshua, Sub! Reader, mentions of previous thigh riding, Reader mentions boot humping in passing once, scent kink if you squint, hand and arm kink of sorts (Reader is really into Josh's hands and arms), praise (f. receiving), pet names, Reader has an oral fixation, Reader sucks on Josh's fingers, hints of a size kink, dirty talk, mirror sex, nipple play (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), risky sex/public sex (they fuck in Josh's dressing room and are vaguely worried about being caught), vaginal fingering (f. receiving), mostly clothed sex, me pushing my big dick! Josh agenda, unprotected piv sex, Reader sucks on Josh's fingers post fingering, it's insinuated that Reader is a masochist, rough sex, dacryphilia kink, creampie and Reader being plugged afterwards.

Word count: 3499

I will block you if you are a minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

The cool air from the air conditioner prompts you to tug your cardigan closer to you as you continue to catch up on your scrolling for the day while you wait for Joshua. He texted you that he'd likely be finished with his group shoot for the day in the next half an hour or so and, that you could just wait in his dressing room before the two of you head home.

He finds you completely engrossed with your phone when he does eventually finish up for the day. His lips ticking up in amusement since you still haven't registered his presence.

"Is what's on your phone really more important than your precious boyfriend? I'm hurt," he says with a faux pout to catch your attention. Leaning against his dressing room door.

You pointedly choose to ignore his chuckle when his voice quite literally causes you to jump in your seat. You turn to face him sheepishly, "Hi, Josh. I'm sorry I didn't realise-"

The words die on your tongue in an instant when you take in what he's wearing.

His shirt accentuates his shoulders in a way that is wholly unnecessary. Worse still, his arms are on full display for you to drink in. Muscles flexing and veins visible while he stands there with his arms crossed. And god, his pants. They all but force your eyes to focus on how they flatter his thighs, and you're suddenly hit with a barrage of memories. Memories of Josh flexing them underneath you while you hump them in an attempt to cum. An amused gleam in his eyes as he watched you because you both knew you'd never cum the way you wanted to.

Is it horrible to admit that even his boots are so attractive? In the very deep, private parts of your mind, you think he'd like the idea of watching you grind against them to get off. Maybe if you ever find the courage, you'll ask him.

"Are you okay?"

You're broken out of your thoughts by Joshua's concerned voice. Blinking, you focus back on him only to find his handsome face twinged with confusion and worry. The way his inky hair sticks to said handsome face isn't helping your conundrum, but you do feel guilty for worrying him when you're spiralling over him in one of his stage outfits.

"Yeah, I am. Sorry, I just got a little in my head there."

"In your head? About what?" Dread coils in your gut at the question. You're determined to look anywhere but, directly at him. Fiddling with your phone in your hands while your mind races to think of a half decent answer.

"Um- just school. You know, this semester's been pretty busy. Plus, I have a few assignments due in the next month, so I've been trying to figure out how to schedule my calendar around them. Then it'll be the holiday, but you know never too soon to start preparing -" You're rambling. You know you are, and so does Josh, but the words continue to tumble out of you.

"You're a terrible liar," he interrupts, and you can hear the smirk in his voice clear as day. To your absolute horror, he's moving closer to you until he's intimately in your personal space. Oh, this is worse. So, so much worse. Because his scent invades your senses too and, embarrassment warms your face when it dawns on you that you're wet.

His large, warm hand cups your jaw and gently nudges your face up until you meet his intense gaze. His thumb strokes your cheek gently when and, you so badly want it in your mouth instead, but your mouth feels as though it's been stapled shut.

Dread, anticipation and desire form a lethal concoction in your veins when Josh's face shifts from concern and confusion to understanding. The corners of his plump lips lifting up in way that muddles your mind further and causes more of your wetness to trickle onto your panties.

"Oh, I get it now," he rumbles with a laugh that's far too amused, "If you wanted me, you could've just said so." You suddenly find his face mere centimetres from your own with hold on your face keeping you from shying away. Even after being with him for all this time, you still find it difficult to meet his gaze head on occasionally. Maybe you're afraid he'll see just how truly far gone you are for him. Maybe his eyes will finally devour you whole and, you don't know if you'd ever be able to come back from that.

"Where'd you go? Come back to me," he coaxes gently, his face softening momentarily while his thumb drags along your bottom lip. Blinking up at him you finally find your voice again and the words rush out of you, "I'm here. I-I want it. Want you."

Kissing Josh is perhaps one of your favourite activities to partake in with him. His lips are so soft and, even as his tongue teases its way into his mouth, he takes his time. Determined to rile you up just with his mouth and his firm grasp on your face. Your hands reach up for him, feeling like you'll be driven to madness if you don't touch him somehow, somewhere, anywhere. Your hands find purchase on his massive biceps. Hisses pressed against your lips when your nails bite into his skin.

A whine leaves you before you can stop it when he pulls away from you, looking down at you through dark bangs and lidded eyes. "Can we go home?" You ask, your panties starting to cling to you uncomfortably just from this godforsaken outfit and some kissing. You're not sure how much longer can take not having him.

"What's got you so riled up?" He asks instead, genuine curiosity colouring his tone. You elect not to give him a direct response, "Can't I just think my boyfriend is hot?"

"Oh, you absolutely can and, while I'm flattered, we both know me being just hot doesn't get you nearly this worked up," he retorts, leaning down once more to lightly kiss along your neck. His hands shoving your cardigan from your shoulders until it pools around you. You bite back the whimpers that so desperately want to fall from you with every brush of Joshua's lips against your sensitive skin. Your thighs rubbing together in search of any semblance of relief.

"Come on, be a good girl and tell me," he mutters, one of his large hands dragging down your body until it rests a little too high on your upper thigh. "Or do you want me to get it out of you another way?"

"Your outfit," you blurt out immediately, you know Josh's mind is always coming up with frighteningly inventive ways to punish you and, you don't think you could handle that today. Not with how you're barely keeping it together as it is, "You- You look good. Really, really good."

That makes him take pause, "Really? That's it?" He doesn't sound judgemental or as though you just told him the most idiotic thing the world. Just... genuinely surprised.

"Yes," you whine, "Now can we go home please?"

You nearly choke on your spit when he resumes his assault on your poor throat, and his hand finds itself between your thighs, automatically spreading for him because of course they do. Something guttural and from the depths of his chest hit your ear when his fingers brush against your slick panties. Prompting your hips to chase the friction, tightening your hold on him as well.

"Fuck. Fuck, you weren't kidding," he breathes as though you've completely knocked the wind from him. However, he's gone from your body in instant, "Shua, where are you-"

Your question is answered when you see him lock the door only to stock back over to you, his erection testing the durability of these pants and somehow making them look more appealing. Saliva pooling in your mouth while your walls clamp down borderline painfully around nothing.

"My poor baby. I don't think you'll last until we get home," he says, his thumb dragging along your bottom lip. His eyes darken further when he eases it into your mouth, and you suck immediately. Just happy to have anything occupying your mouth.

"I'll just take care of you here. Up," he commands, stepping away from you to give you space to rise to your feet. You blink up at him but when you're only met with an eyebrow raise, you stand up immediately. Letting your cardigan, phone and bag rest on the chair as your boyfriend looms over you. The intent in his eyes more than enough to quicken your heartrate and stiffen your nipples under your casual dress.

"So you do know how to listen," is all the warning you receive before you're all but, shoved against his vanity. One of his hands fondling your breast over your dress while the other drags you by the hip until there's no space between the two of you. His erection burns against your stomach even through the layers of your clothing. Just as heavy with intent.

You moan into his mouth with every brush and squeeze of his hand over your breast, electricity shooting straight down your spine to your clit with every one of his touches but, it's not enough. You want to feel him.

Before you can comprehend what's happening, Joshua has always had a knack for being six steps ahead of you, you find yourself facing your reflection in his mirror. You already look like a mess. Eyes glazed and a little watery with your lips bruised from how thoroughly he's been kissing you. The straps of your dress barely cling to your shoulders, and your breasts jiggle with every heaving breath you take.

A gasp flies from your lips and you hold onto his vanity when Josh presses himself, more specifically his erection, against you once more. You think you may lose your mind if he doesn't just fuck you. You're sure you're more than wet enough to take him by now. You're not quite sure whether you want him to keep his clothes mostly on or, touch his soft skin.

"You're distracted again," he tuts against your shoulder before pressing featherlight kisses to all of the skin he can reach there. A stark contrast to the way his hands roughly tug down the straps of your dress, your breasts free and goosebumps rising when they're met with the cool air of his dressing room.

He meets your gaze in the mirror as he touches them once again. A choked whimper gracing his ears when he barely drags the tips of his fingers over your nipples, "Maybe I'm doing a bad job keeping your attention," he pouts but, that look is in his eyes. Your knees nearly buckle when he tugs on them more harshly this time, soothing them with gentle rubs that make you feel dizzy.

"Is this why you didn't wear a bra today?" The drop of a few octaves in his voice significantly worsen how empty you are in this very moment, "So I'd touch and play with your tits?"

"What a slut you are."

His words coupled with his stupid, stupid, skillfull hands force a drawn out mewl from your throat. Your foggy mind desperately trying to find any words to respond to him.

"Josh- Shua, no I- I didn't think I'd take long to pick y-you up. So, I didn't wear one," you whimper in response after a particularly harsh tug. He puts on a show of humming in thought as though he's not still pinching and toying with your nipples, tears building in your eyes with ever minute he's not inside of you.

"I don't know," he drawls, the air in your lungs stopping as one of his hands snakes its way down your dress until it reaches the apex of your thighs, "Something tells me you didn't wear one so I'd just have to bend you over and fuck you."

If everyone could only see their sweet Joshua now. Spilling filth against your skin while his hand assesses how wet you are and his hips shallowly grind against the swell of your ass for a bit of friction. They'd likely have an aneurism.

A moan far louder than you intended bounces off the walls of his dressing room when his fingers find your clit over your ruined panties. His eyes shutting briefly as if to collect himself before he continues drawing steady circles. You've never been more grateful for the table in front of you because you're sure you would've collapsed into a heap on the floor if you didn't have it to support you.

"Not too loud," he mutters into your skin with a self-satisfied glint in his eyes. His hand slipping into your panties to touch you a directly, his throaty groan combining with the moan that you couldn't quite bite back in time when as his fingers tease your wet folds. Your eyes screwing shut as they shallowly dip in and out of your neglected hole.

His hands still, and that prompts you to open your eyes, confused as to what made him stop. "None of that. I want you to see. I want you to watch," he says, his reflection holding your gaze once more. His other hand drifting to hold your jaw in place. Not too harshly but, with enough pressure that you know better than to move.

Whether as a reward or because he simply wants to, eventually sinks a thick finger into you. The stretch prompts a jumbled mess of gasps and whimpers from your chest. Your eyes barely remaining open with the relief of finally having something inside of you.

"There you go," he groans against your neck, his teeth ghosting over your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake, "That's my baby."

The angle is a little awkward but, your hips chase the curls of his finger regardless. The need to shove down all of your noises of pleasure becoming increasingly challenge with every exploitation of your weaknesses Josh uses against you.

You don't receive much of a warning this time when he eases a second finger into you, this time the stretch is a little more than you can handle, "J-Josh," you choke out, your wetness dripping down his palm.

"My slutty girl you're doing so good," he coos, kissing the back of your neck while he grinds his erection against your ass, "Taking my fingers so well. Can't wait to feel you on my cock."

That causes a more visceral reaction from you. Your walls clamping down on his long fingers as one of your hands grabs his forearm, "Please. Pl-Please. Shua please. I-I want it please," you couldn't feel embarrassed if you tried. Joshua tended to have that effect on you.

He rests his head against your shoulder briefly, "Gimme a second," he says, the dip of his voice sending shudders down your spine. You cringe a little when he pulls his fingers out of you, your wetness coating them generously. You watch him unbutton and unzip his pants with baited breath, "Can you- can you keep your clothes on?"

Joshua meets your gaze with his eyebrows raised before that knowing look returns to his face. He laugh would sound beautiful if you his cock wasn't minutes from being inside of you and you weren't dripping onto his dressing room floor, "Sure."

Your gratitude comes out as a strangled whimper when the fat head of his cock prods at your slick entrance, "I don't know if I should be offended that you're this wet because of some clothes and fingering," he mutters. You couldn't respond to him even if you tried. Your mind just occupied with the idea of finally being filled by him.

"Cock drunk already huh?" He muses, meeting your gaze briefly before glancing down to watch himself split you open. His quiet moans being drowned out by your much, much more vocal ones. You're not sure you'll ever quite grow accustomed to his first thrust. Especially given the rush and your impatience, his slow push into you stings a little bit more more than usual but, the pain only fuels your arousal.

"Fuck," he groans and you're inclined to agree with his sentiment, "Always so wet and tight for me." If you could find the words you'd tell him the reason you're so tight is because of how big he is but, you're too preoccupied with trying to remain standing.

He's nestled so deeply inside of you when he finally bottoms out. His hips flush against yours and his tip kissing your cervix, quieter whimpers leave you with every throb and pulse of him inside of you. "Open," he grits into your ear, his fingers still slick with your wetness resting on your bottom lip. You open your mouth without much of a second thought, the slightly salty taste of your wetness flooding your taste buds and you realise very quickly why Joshua shoved his fingers into your mouth.

He pulls back only to thrust back into you without much mercy, your moans fortunately being muffled by his fingers. His heavy, lidded gaze takes in the way your drool around him, some of it dribbling past your lips while he continues to fuck into harshly and quickly. He's not sure how much time he has left before someone comes knocking so, he'd rather make this quick. He can take his time with you when you're at home.

You gag around his fingers slightly when he angles his thrusts marginally, smirking when he hits that spot inside of you that causes you grip him like a vice and nearly go limp in his arms. Joshua supports you through it all. Hitting that spot over and over again until overwhelmed tears trickle down your face and you're sure you could cum from this alone and, his muffled groans and grunts with every unforgiving intrusion.

"You know what your tears do to me, baby," he moans hoarsely, his thrusts stuttering slightly when he drinks in the combination of tears and spit smeared on your gorgeous face. All you can do is nod hurriedly. Telling him without telling him that you want it. You want him to cum.

"My precious cumslut of a girlfriend," he laughs breathlessly and without much humour, his pace picking up considerably and the sounds of your wetness and his heavy balls slapping against you ringing out obscenely throughout the room. "Always so greedy for my cum," he moans against your shoulder, his other hand hurriedly reaching between your thighs to rub frantic circles against your neglected clit.

Now you really are happy he had the foresight to make you gag on his fingers. You're not sure you could've silenced yourself even if you tried your utmost. The symphony of your choked noises of pleasure and Joshua's muffled ones join the increasing noises echoing throughout the room. Your walls tighten around him viciously, your toes tingling and even more tears springing forth from your eyes.

Josh cums first. A throaty groan of your name and a few curse words your only warning before you feel him pulse inside of you. Ropes and ropes of his warm cum flooding your awaiting pussy, his hips jerking into you sporadically and his hold on you almost bruising. His attempts to keep rubbing your clit proved fruitful because it doesn't take you long to tumble over the proverbial edge along with him. It takes a significant amount of conscious effort not to bite down on his fingers as your orgasm rocks your system. Josh moaning again as your walls spasm and clamp around his softening cock.

Once you'd ridden out the more intense parts of your climax, Josh removes his fingers from your mouth. Your shared, laboured breathing the only sounds that could be heard.

"If I knew you'd react like this to my outfit, I would have worn it sooner," he says with a chuckle that sounds far too full of himself. Not that he doesn't have a right to be but still. "You just look really good okay, god," you mutter once your voice finds you again. Cringing both from the scratchy quality of your voice and, Joshua slowly pulling out of you. Quickly putting your panties back in place. A surprised gasp flying from your lips when he pushes the fabric into you with two of his long fingers.

"Wouldn't want you to waste it," he says, his eyes heavy with want once again when they they find yours, "After all you worked so hard being my little cumslut. Who knows, maybe if you manage to not leak a drop I'll fill you up again."

You resent the way your body shudders but, you nod all the same, "I won't spill a drop, Shua."

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Day 3499 - 13 May 2023

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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.

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Prompt #3499

"And this is what the world looks like to me."

Their nemesis stared out at the unmoving scenery. There was amazement in their eyes, but. But. "You're meant to be showing me the frozen view,” they said, “not staring at me."

"That’s my price for taking you inside a time stop. I've never got to see you moving against a still world before.”