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It's the three of them 😭

Ajith Kumar, Josephy (Thalapathy) Vijay, and Suriya 🥹

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#5

whatever happened to the 90s obsession with bath oil beads? they were everywhere in drug stores, dollar stores and bath soap shops then gone. it felt like a fever dream

5,366 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#4

mandalorian this, kenobi that. give me a sci-fi political intrigue live action show in the core with padme and her handmaidens. you can have like anakin falling off a balcony in the background but otherwise give me orphan black levels of one actress playing 6 roles and you never know which one is the real padme and every week the chancellor is like trying to kill padme but never can 

5,532 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#3

i think ppl forget how unhinged girls were for the star wars prequels. they gave us padme and her bodyguards and we went feral for the prequels. like i swear so many girls were like hyped for prequels and i remember fashion books for star wars and padme dolls and like the hype was real. like that was pre-twilight, like pre-harry potter, pre-hunger games. it was madness. like ewan mcgregor and hayden christensen became heart throbs. girl fans revitalized the fandom. for the first time you had so many little girls dressed as queen amidala for halloween 

5,845 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

#2

can you guess which job required a signed doctor’s note for an unpaid sick day?

it wasn’t my engineering job

it was when i was a cashier at home depot

meanwhile, my engineering job will be like, ok, you’re sick, get well soon and i won’t lose pay. meanwhile i had to spend half of my sick day when I was working at home depot to go to a clinic to get a note that cost money for a day i wasn’t even going to get paid for. 

so fuck corporations that put indignities on minimum wage workers for even their free time when literally in their corporate office they don’t give a shit if head office workers are calling in sick but god forbid the cashier take a day off unpaid without proof. like fuck off 

21,721 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

jennette mccurdy should be allowed to hunt nickelodeon past and present execs for sport

21,873 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

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[hi-hey-haechan]

can i request a kun smut with 13, 41, 55 & 90? 😉

*this was asked to be changed to 14*

If this flops, I will cry, because Kun deserves literally all the love in the whole world

14. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

41. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

55. “What? Does that feel good?”

90. “I’ll just have to cum inside you, then.”

Kissing Kun was unbelievable.

His lips were pillow-soft against yours, moving against yours in a perfect harmony. He kissed you slowly, holding your waist gently, every movement of his lips utterly sincere against your mouth. Your breath was his, and vice versa, as all you were aware of was Kun, and how it felt to be kissing him. His mouth was hot as it slid against yours, sending a warm shudder throughout your body at the sensuality. You pressed your body further against his, craving more and more of the heat that he radiated. Your entire being was conscious of every tensing of each muscle, as well as the hammering of his heart.

His tongue flicked out, parting the seam of your lips expertly. Kun had deepened the kiss, creating a clash of lips, teeth and tongue. He no longer was kissing you gently, nor slowly. This was fueled by desperation. You kissed him so harshly, to the point where your teeth were clashing. He groaned against your mouth, the sound moving directly to your core.

Not for the first time, you found yourself becoming putty at his expense. Your core was already growing wet. You wanted him, wanted him inside of you.

This wasn’t the first time you’d been turned on by Kun. However, you’d always taken care of it yourself, getting yourself off to him more times than you were willing to admit. Even still, you’d never had sex. You had been with him for just over a year, yet you’d never been intimate in that way. He never asked, never even brought up the topic, and neither had you. Kun was so caring and considerate. In this case, you almost wished he’d be less gentle and caring, since you were too nervous to bring up the topic. You knew what you wanted, though.

Your body wasn’t completely centered on his lap, so your heat was directly over one of his thighs. You wondered if he could feel the throbbing of your core against his leg.

Without realizing it, your fingers had flown up to the buttons on his shirt. Eagerly, your fingers trembled as they undid them one at a time.

“Y/n,” he murmured. Kun broke away from your lips, and you immediately feared you had done something wrong. “Baby, do you really want this?”

“Yes,” you replied, without even a hint of doubt in your voice. “I-I love you, and I’m ready. But only if you are.” You searched his face. Kun’s lips were red and swollen from all the kissing, and his hair was disheveled, due to the way you ran your fingers through it repeatedly. He looked so hot like this, which wasn’t helping your state.

“Of course I’m ready.” He gave you the biggest smile then, the one that made your heart flutter and knees weak (KUN’S SMILE IS SO BEAUTIFUL SHUT UP). “But seriously. Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

“And I’m telling you that I don’t want you to stop.” Your lips met his in a searing kiss, one that turned the blood in your veins to liquid fire. He let out a low groan and took control of the kiss, his tongue moving against yours as his fingers dipped under your shirt, caressing your bare waist and stomach, which he adored. You continued to unbutton his shirt, knowing you were being way too eager, but not caring.

When his shirt was off, you couldn’t help but stare. Sure, you’d seen him shirtless before, but this time was different. His body was against the couch cushions and under you. The faint light from the long-forgotten television was illuminating his skin beautifully, giving him the glow of an angel. You admired the ridges of his abs, the expanse of his chest and broad shoulders.

Beautiful.

Your shirt followed not long after his, and he looked at your body, which was perfect to him. His hands explored the expanse of your bare torso, mapping out every inch of exposed skin.

You knew that you were so wet at this point, and your arousal leaked out of your throbbing pussy, further soaking your underwear. Your juices had probably leaked through your leggings, onto his thigh.

“Y/n, do you want me to touch you?” he asked. “Because at this point, it seems as though the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You hadn’t even noticed how you were grinding on this thigh, trying to soothe the ache from the heat pounding between your legs. It was giving you some help, and if you did it consciously and with more power, you’d eventually get yourself off.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, having to force your hips to stop moving.

“Don’t apologize. You don’t need to apologize for anything.” Kun pressed a kiss to your jaw.

You hadn’t even gotten up from the couch, but soon, the two of you were fully exposed to each other. Neither of you could stop admiring each other’s entire figures drinking in every curve, every mark, and loving every part of them.

At some point, Kun was lying on top of you, kissing your collarbones and jaw and lips. You had been so focused on his lips on your skin so that you didn’t notice how his fingers had traveled down your body, resting right at your pussy. You’d only noticed when his fingers dragged through your dripping folds. The feeling of someone touching such a sensitive area was so shocking. Plus, Kun was the person doing so, and his fingers moved expertly. His middle finger dipped into you, and you let out a quiet moan out at the unexpected feeling.

“What? Does that feel good?”

“Fuck, yes,” you sighed. “More. I need you inside of me.” It came out as a helpless grunt, and you bucked your hips against his finger with a swear.

Kun didn’t tease you, and he was positioned at your entrance. The darkness in his eyes, where his pupils engulfed his eyes, told you how badly he needed you, as well. “If it hurts at all, tell me, okay?”

And then he was inside of you. His length felt sharp, like a large intrusion somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be intruding. You were connected in more than just one way. Your breath was being held, and your eyes were shut, trying to adjust to the sudden pain. “Baby? Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”

“No,” you exhaled, having once been holding your breath. “Keep going--oh my gosh.” You had to close your eyes for a bit from the pleasure, which had, out of nowhere, appeared “Fuck, keep going, that feels good, Kun.”

He began to move inside of you, slow at first. Immediately, it showed in his thrusts, as well as the feeling of him inside of you, how big he was. The friction of his member against your soaking wet walls felt absolutely incredible, causing you to see stars behind your eyes. You tried to grab onto something, but instead, your fingernails dug into his back without mercy.

Kun let out a low groan, shutting his eyes, both at your tight walls around him, as well as the sensation of your fingernails digging into his skin. A moan escaped your lips, and you didn’t even care at how it may have sounded. You could barely think straight, your entire being overcome with pleasure.

Kun didn’t say that he loved you often, but the small actions he’d do would remind you of it. And this, right here, making love to you, was one of them. He sped up, snapping his hips faster.

“Kun!” you cried out, feeling his tip press harshly against your g-spot. You involuntarily clenched around him tightly, and he let out a breathless, airy moan at the sudden tightness around his cock.

He grabbed your shaking legs and clasped them around his waist, so he would be provided with a better, superior angle. He managed to thrust deeper into you, hitting spots in you that your fingers could never even try to reach. Stars flashed behind your closed eyes. You tried to clutch onto Kun for dear life, feeling so high on pleasure that you needed something to simply anchor you.

Every thrust made the fiery pleasure course through you, relentlessly adding to the incredible feeling. “Y-you feel so good, Kun,” you gasped as he hit your sweet spot again.

“And so do you, clenching around my cock like that--” his voice cracked at the end, and he moaned out, his jaw clenched and face overcome in utter pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, voice and body weak from the feeling that had overtaken you.

“M-me, too.”

“W-we’re on the couch -- fuck, Kun, p-please.”

Him, knowing full well that you were on birth control, managed to rasp out, “I’ll just have to cum inside you, then.”

When the wire in your stomach snapped, wave after wave of pleasure wracked your body, causing your walls to spasm and clench around him. His name spilled off your lips like a mantra; Kun being the only person or thing you could possibly think about in that moment.

Seconds later, his hot seed shot up inside of you, his cum painting your walls and filling you up.

Moments later, the both of you were panting, your hair and his hair sticking to his forehead like sweat. Even right now, exhausted, he looked so stunning. You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could form your words, he said, “I love you.”

He meant it. You had no doubts about that, and he just showed you how much you meant to him physically, and now verbally.

“I love you, too,” you replied, meaning it with all of your heart.

[elizascharlesdanceblog]

This man makes husbands jealous

Article - 1993 Submitted by Cheryl  {x}

With his sandy blond hair, heavy-lidded eyes, flared nostrils and chiselled features, Charles Dance has the classical good looks men envy and women adore. Yet the 6ft 3in star lusted after by female audiences everywhere – as well as co-stars such as Greta Scacchi in the Kenyan society scandal film

White Mischief

– hopes that three very different types of movies coming out in the next few months will destroy once and for all his image as the thinking woman's crumpet.

“That kind of thing is amusing for a while,” says Dance, “but I'm 47 now and the crumpet is getting a little burnt on both sides. lt's bad enough living up to your own expectations without having to live up to other people's – worrying about whether your hair is thinning, your eyes are bloodshot or you've got a zit on your face.”

The pin-up label has stuck to him ever since his memorable portrayal of Guy Perron in TV's hugely successful Indian Raj saga The Jewel in the Crown, after which everybody kept wanting to put him in a crumpled white linen suit for sex-in-the-heat-and-dust dramas.

But Dance, who plays a villain in Arnold Schwarzenegger's latest blockbuster, Last Action Hero (opening here on the 30th), insists his looks have been a mixed blessing. “There is sometimes extraordinary jealousy, not from other actors but from certain film-makers in this country who are dismissive, saying: ‘Oh, yes, Charles Dance – bloody matinee idol!’ ”

All this should change, starting with the Schwarzenegger movie, with its budget of $90 million and a list of guest stars who include Clint Eastwood, Sir lan McKellen, Tina Turner, Tony Curtis, Jean- Claude Van Damme, Chevy Chase, Timothy Dalton, Little Richard, Adam Ant and Tori Spelling.

Yet former RSC actor Dance, whose credits also include Aliens III and TV's controversial First Born, admits “I did get a bit grand” when approached about the film. He confesses: “I had this preconception about Arnold as a Mr Universe who had become the most bankable commodity in Hollywood without ever having trained as an actor while thousands of wonderful, wonderful actors are struggling to get a break. And there was this feeling of who does he think he is!

“But it's ridiculous to be sniffy about him and really he's terrific. He doesn't profess to be a great actor but he is an extremely astute businessman who concerns himself with the whole process of making the film, marketing the film and looking after people on the set.

“He's not at all egotistical, in so far as he realises the value of populating his films with good actors because he knows it can only make him and the product look better. The fact that he can get people like Sir lan McKellen to do cameo bits for the film says a lot about him.

“He is totally charming and very straight and creates an enjoyable working atmosphere. I found him delightful and basically I ended up having so much fun.”

Last Action Hero, in which he plays a less-than-seriously nasty piece of work with a beard and an exploding glass eye that doubles as a hand-grenade, is very different to previous Schwarzenegger films. “It's not at all like Terminator or Total Recall,” says Dance. “It's about a kid – played by Austin O'Brien – who, with the aid of a magic ticket, finds himself transported out of his cinema seat into the middle of an action movie starring his favourite screen hero. Kids – and their parents – will love it.”

Its release next month will be followed later in the year by two more films in which he hides his screen-idol looks behind a beard.

Stephen Poliakoff's Century, in which Dance co-stars with Clive Chancer Owen, Miranda Richardson and Robert Stephens, is set in 1899 and allows the audience to enjoy the wisdom of hindsight as it focuses on a group of people and their hopes and fears for the coming century.

Kabloonak tells the story of legendary documentary film-maker Robert Flaherty and his classic, Nanook of the North, which covered a year in the life of an Eskimo. Shot in the Arctic, it involved living for three months on an ice-breaker anchored in the Bering Sea, where the wind-chill factor sometime reduced the temperature to 67 degrees below zero.

Shot back-to-back, the three films meant Dance spent only six weeks of the last year at home in the West Country with wife Jo and children Oliver, 18, and Rebecca, 12. “I'm going to take some time off this summer,” he vows.

Long-term he looks forward to the time when he can play older roles – even 60-year-olds. “There are wonderful parts – and you don't have to worry about the grey in your hair,” says one of the screen's truly reluctant heart-throbs.

[artificialqueens]

Femalien (Shalaska) – Rosie

A/N: I hoped to get this up around Halloween time, but mid/late November is just as good, right? I’ve always wanted to write something based around Sharon and Alaska’s actual drag characters, so please enjoy this super smutty, super long one shot about a witch and an alien (seriously, it’s 13.5k. Grab a snack). Title has no relation to the 90’s porno.

Summary: Space queen alien Alaska Thunderfuck 5000 from the planet Glamtr0n crash lands into Sharon’s world, turning the witch’s life upside down. Injured and without a flight home, Sharon takes the gleaming alien in. But sparks fly, and as Sharon’s brain thinks of spells to help Alaska return to her home of outer space, her heart is feeling something different. 

It was mid afternoon when Alaska physically crash-landed into Sharon’s world. Plummeting from the sky, her presence quickly became known as her spaceship exploded into smithereens in the middle of Sharon’s field. 

Metal debris littered the dry, overgrown paddock while flames reached up to grab at the grey, overcast sky, adding to the already thick and humid air. It was a disgustingly hot summer’s day, the kind where even just breathing feels exhausting and knocks one out just as effectively as a sleeping spell. 

Before the crash, Sharon was spending her Sunday like she always was - passed out in bed after a solid Saturday night of drinking. Her best friend Jinkx had just moved into a new swamp, so the previous evening was full of alcohol and celebrations as she drank with her favourite sister witch.  

After shakily flying home on her broomstick and almost forgetting the spell that allowed her to enter her own property, Sharon had stumbled into her little wooden cottage in the middle of nowhere before collapsing onto her bed and falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.  

She was suddenly ripped out of her slumber as a blast sounded in her backyard, violently pulling her into reality. She bolted upright in bed, her heart beating rapidly and the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as all her senses sprang into action, her mind on high alert for the threat.  

Was it an attack? An invasion? Or worse, humans? Something similar had happened years ago when her invisibility barrier had weakened and a group of youths had stumbled upon her humble abode. 

But the intensity, force and scale of the explosion felt more sinister than teenagers.

Sharon instinctively reached for her wand resting on her bedside table before she strategically moved out of bed. She ducked under her bedroom windows and scurried into her living room, knowing that would be her best vantage point for seeing the disaster currently unfolding outside. 

Moving quickly, she stealthily peered out the window, her eyes soon bulging at the sight of the flaming wreckage before her. She squinted, trying to place a function to the object outside, but the smoldering, twisted heap of metal could have been anything. From the way it crashed, Sharon could only assume it had fallen from the sky. It was too large to be a missile, but too small, flat and circular to be a plane.

A million questions filled Sharon’s mind. What is it? Where did it come from? And why is it here? Sharon thought.

She silently slid her window open and poised her wand as an attack spell rested on her tongue, ready for any and every threat that happened to burst from the blazing heap.   

But what Sharon didn’t expect to come from the wreckage was a sad, strangled scream.

* 

White-hot pain burned through Alaska’s body, starting at her heart and running throughout her veins like poison, lighting every fiber of her being on fire. It was unbearable, and unlike anything she had experience before. 

With her body pinned down underneath the wreckage, Alaska could only scream, her shrieks the single outlet for the pain, which subsided ever so slightly as she cried out, only to enflame worse than before.

Devastation began to overwhelm her as the reality of the situation sank in. She had flown far too close to the Earth’s atmosphere and been sucked down. She was pulled towards Earth with such force that her desperate efforts at controlling her spaceship were rendered completely useless. She plummeted through the air before her spaceship finally stopped, exploding as it collided against the Earth’s floor.

Her once beautiful aircraft that had flown her throughout the galaxy was now destroyed and trapping her against the ground. In just a matter of moments, Alaska had gone from zipping through the stars to lying on Earth with no help, no way home, and no one to hear her scream.

Alaska cried, loud and desperate, each sob hurting as her chest contracted and her throat burned. Hot, salty tears blurred her vision as they spilled down her face, mixing with the saliva gathering around her lips.

This is the end, Alaska thought as the pain overwhelmed her. She couldn’t think straight, she couldn’t move. She had no will to live, no strength to keep going, no plan of getting out alive. Alaska closed her eyes, ready to give up.

*

The adrenaline coursing through Sharon’s veins turned into strength as she sprinted across her field. She reached the crash site and hauled a huge piece of debris out of the way, desperate to locate the source of the distressed cries. Someone needed her. 

Pulling away a sheet of metal with all her force, Sharon lurched back in shock at what laid before her. Lying under the wreckage was a body. 

But it wasn’t just any body. Sharon’s mind raced as she flicked through her lifetime of magical knowledge. What creature was this? 

Lying on her side was a woman. But not just any woman. 

This woman had iridescent, almost holographic skin that glowed and glittered in the light, reflecting the sun’s rays in a million directions. Black, sparkling gloves covered her arms right up past her elbows, and sharp, pointy black talons elongated her already slender fingers. Long blonde hair surrounded her, and on top of her head was a gleaming, bejewelled crown.

Sharon’s breath hitched as she noticed the dark red liquid covering the woman’s glistening skin. The trickle of blood started from her forehead and traveled down her temple.

The woman’s skin was astonishing on its own. But paired with her pouty lips, fluttering lashes, and full figure, Sharon was rendered speechless at the creature’s beauty. 

You’re out of this world beautiful, Sharon thought.

And suddenly the penny dropped. The metal wreckage. The sky. The woman.

This was an alien. 

*

Suddenly, sunlight blinded Alaska’s vision as a weight was lifted from her broken body. Disorientated, she squinted at the figure who eclipsed the sun, her tears distorting her vision.  

I’ve died, Alaska thought as an angel hovered over her. Rays of light circled the angelic figure and created a halo as she led Alaska’s soul into the afterlife. 

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” the angel said frantically, her voice erratic and stressed and definitely not assuring that things were okay. 

Alaska blinked rapidly, her tears subsiding for a moment. She stared at the figure above her. She was met with wide and worried blue eyes at first, but Alaska’s attention was immediately pulled to the figure’s hair. Separated by a middle parting, the left side of the angel’s hair was a shocking, icy blonde, while the other half was as dark as the night sky. The angel’s skin was milky white while her plump lips were as black as her long, thick eyelashes. 

“Is there anyone else here?” the angel above her exclaimed, looking around and under the rubble frantically.

Alaska couldn’t speak, her chest was too tight and her heart was throbbing. A small whimper escaped her, and the angel immediately leaned towards her, desperate for any form of communication.

Alaska shook her head from side to side, and the angel’s shoulders relaxed ever so slightly as she breathed a sigh of relief. 

Another streak of pain shot through Alaska’s body and tears sprang to her eyes. Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to make sense of the world. She wasn’t dead. If she was dead, there wouldn’t be any pain. Then who was this angel? 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” the figure said softly. Her fingers reached out and brushed away the strands of hair that were stuck to Alaska’s sweaty forehead.

Alaska’s heart rate both slowed and fluttered at the touch, and without realising it, her tears subsided completely. Clearly her throat and swallowing the lump of fear that had gathered there, Alaska finally spoke.

“Help me,” she sobbed. 

*

Sharon’s heart ached at how hurt the alien sounded. Who knew an extraterrestrial being could make her feel so maternal and nurturing? She instantly and effortlessly sprang into action, her only goal being to care for the shimmering woman before her. 

“Where does it hurt?” Sharon asked. Apart from the blood already drying on the alien’s temple, she didn’t appear to be bleeding anywhere else.

“My heart,” the woman said, her voice croaky from crying as she placed a shaky hand on her left side. Sharon already knew it wasn’t her heart just from her placement.

“Can I feel it?” Sharon asked. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

The alien nodded, and Sharon slowly placed her hand on the alien’s side, who winced in pain at the slightest touch. 

“Ah, gentle!” she gasped as Sharon pressed down slightly, her arched brows knitting into a small frown.

“Sorry,” Sharon said genuinely, “but it’s what I suspected. I think you’ve broken a rib, or maybe two. But your heart’s fine.” 

“I’ve never broken a bone before,” the alien said, her lower lip quivering.

“You’re going to be fine,” Sharon assured her, “I promise.”

“But it hurts!” the alien whined as she dragged out the last word, and Sharon almost found it endearing. It was such a human mannerism to complain.

“I can heal you,” Sharon said quickly, the alien’s eyes growing wide at the offer.

Sharon’s magical powers weren’t just limited to her wand. Her mother was a powerful witch and Sharon had inherited her ability to heal others with just the palm of her hands.

“You’re a witch?” Alaska breathed.

“Yeah,” Sharon replied. “My name’s Sharon, Sharon Needles.”

With her striking two tone hair, purple crystal necklace, dark lipstick and black robe, Sharon thought she looked like a witch. She wondered what the alien thought she was. Probably just an ordinary human.

“But it might not work,” Sharon started, worried she had already inflated the alien’s expectations. She suddenly feared letting this stranger down. She wanted to give her everything, she wanted to impress her.

“Why not?” the alien frowned. 

“I can heal most creatures, but not all. Who… are you? Are you an alien?” Sharon asked, terrified of offending the woman. But it wasn’t like she was in any position to fight Sharon.

“Of course I’m an alien,” she scoffed. “My name is Alaska Thunderfuck 5000, reigning queen of the planet Glamtr0n.” She looked up theatrically as she said the last part, gesturing her hand and five spikey talons to the sky as she spoke, no doubt pointing to her home. Her hand dropped quickly though as she winced in pain.

Sharon breathed out in relief. Of course Alaska was an alien. No one this stunning walked on Earth. 

“I’ve never healed an alien before, so this might not work,” Sharon warned her, lowering her expectations.

“It’s worth a shot,” Alaska said, moving her hand away from her hurt side for Sharon. 

Trying to swallow the nerves that riddled her, Sharon forced herself to tell Alaska, who she had only met just moments ago, the next part. Why was she so nervous to ask this? They were both grown women.

“Um, the other thing is,” Sharon stalled, “the healing only works if it’s skin on skin contact… so uh…” she trailed off, her hands gesturing awkwardly around Alaska’s chest.

Alaska looked down at her body in confusion. A tight, black leather corset hugged her full breasts and her ribs. A strip of shimmering skin was exposed below before a black, high waisted skirt covered her legs.

“Oh? I can take it off,” Alaska said obviously, not understanding the awkwardness of the situation. She grabbed the zip on her side between two talons and pulled it down. 

Sharon hated herself for instinctively pulsing as Alaska’s breasts sprang free from the confines of the tight, leather garment. This was inappropriate. Alaska was hurt, and Sharon was perving on her. This was purely a magically medical situation only. Sharon looked to the sky above, the overgrown ground beneath her, the cottage behind her, anywhere that wasn’t Alaska so she could give her some privacy. 

“Are you ready?” Alaska asked impatiently, and Sharon whipped her head around, only to see Alaska caressing her chest lightly, making no effort to conceal herself as her sharp talons ran over her soft skin. Not that Sharon knew if Alaska’s skin was soft. It just looked like it was. 

Sharon struggled to swallow as she repositioned herself next to Alaska, her mouth suddenly dry. Her cheeks felt hot, and it wasn’t because of the humid weather.

“Okay,” she forced out, “I’m going to place my hand on your hurt ribs and close my eyes, and hopefully we’ll both feel it healing, and before you know it you’ll be good as new.” She was rambling and she knew it.

Alaska bit her lip and nodded before lying back. Even though her cheeks were damp with tears, her eyes were now full of hope as she looked at Sharon. 

Sharon placed her hand on Alaska’s ribs, and she was right – Alaska’s skin was incredibly soft. It felt like human skin, but hot and pulsing as it inflamed. She pressed her palm flat against the bones and closed her eyes, centering her mind and waiting for the healing to start, if it ever did. 

There was no method to Sharon’s magical madness. It either happened or it didn’t. She couldn’t force it, hold it back or control it. 

But as she breathed in, she instantly felt her powers working. 

Her lips parted as the healing force grew stronger with every passing second. She could feel a current running down her arm, along her veins, through her skin and into Alaska. She could visualise the bones in Alaska’s body gravitating to her touch, moving and repositioning, slowly but surely returning to their original place. 

Alaska felt it too.

“Ahh, oh, my god,” Alaska gasped, her eyes shooting open. She looked down at Sharon’s touch in disbelief. 

Sharon peeked her eyes open. It was always a risk for one to open their eyes while healing, the chance of getting distracted and weakening the process always a possibility. But Sharon did open her eyes, and she’s so grateful she did because she would never have seen the look on Alaska’s face if she didn’t.

With her plump lips parted and back arched, Alaska withered under Sharon’s touch, her chest rising and falling quickly as she breathed rapidly.

“Ah, so good, that’s so good,” Alaska moaned, closing her eyes and letting Sharon’s touch overwhelm her.

Sharon rose off her seating position slightly, her body instinctively wanting to straddle Alaska. She pulled herself back, forcing herself to focus on the healing, but this was unlike anything she had experienced before. The magic was so strong, it was like it had a mind of its own. Sharon didn’t feel the need to force it, it was already working so well, flowing freely and effortlessly and beautifully into Alaska.

A string of gasps, whines and moans bubbled out of Alaska, who threw her head back against the grass and arched up to Sharon. From her kneeling position, Sharon squeezed her thighs together, failing to ignore the wetness that had formed around her crotch. She subconsciously placed her other hand on the other side of Alaska, caressing her skin and soothing her as she worked.

“So good baby, you’re doing so good,” Sharon assured her, her speech thick with desire, her mind not even realising what she was saying. 

Alaska ran her hands all over her chest, first on top of Sharon’s before bringing them up to run over her nipples and collarbone.

Eventually the surge of healing dulled before diminishing completely. Sharon only realised she had leaned down incredibly close to Alaska when the haze of magic finally started to evaporate. Their mouths were inches apart, and they felt each other’s breath on their skin as they panted. Sharon always felt tired after healing, but right now she felt exhausted, yet energised at the same time.

She looked into Alaska’s big, dark eyes before her gaze trailed down to her full lips. Kiss her, Sharon thought, fucking kiss her right now. 

But Sharon didn’t have to think, as Alaska grabbed her and brought their lips together herself.

* 

Cupping the back of Sharon’s neck, Alaska pulled the witch towards her, bringing their lips together. She breathed in and closed her eyes, all her senses focused on warmth of Sharon’s mouth on hers. She felt Sharon relax into their kiss before deepening it, her tongue parting Alaska’s lips and lapping against her own. 

Alaska had never felt this incredible in her entire life. Sharon’s magic was astonishing, and her healing abilities had completely reinvigorated every fibre of her being. 

Alaska heard a long, low moan before realising it was herself. Sharon pulled away, and Alaska instinctively whimpered, already missing the witch’s embrace. But Sharon had another idea. She hitched her leg over Alaska’s hips and straddled her, her black robe exposing her pale thighs. 

Sharon leaned down again, bringing their lips together and gasping into the kiss as she began to grind herself against Alaska.

Alaska cupped the back of her neck before bringing her fingers down to run along Sharon’s defined jaw. 

Sharon mimicked her actions with her lips, leaving a trail of kisses down Alaska’s jaw before kissing her neck. 

Alaska arched her back, pulling Sharon towards her bare chest. Sharon’s fingers gently brushed her sides before she finally cupped Alaska’s breasts in her hands. She squeezed them, eliciting a breathy whine from Alaska, who begged her to keep going. 

“Ah, yes,” Alaska whimpered as Sharon leaned down, her warm tongue lapping over her left nipple. Alaska bit her lip, her fingers tangling in Sharon’s soft hair as the sun beat down on the both of them. Her out of this world skin was shimmering wildly in the direct sun, reflecting a million speckles of light back onto Sharon’s fair skin.  

Heat pooled between her thighs, and she brought her legs up as Sharon grinded down on her harder and faster. 

“Uh, fuck,” Sharon whined as she rolled her hips against Alaska. Her black robe was becoming loose around her body, revealing more of her cleavage as she moved and threatening to slip off her shoulder. 

Alaska grabbed at the fabric of Sharon’s robe, desperate to pull it off, to expose her completely and roll around in dry, overgrown grass with her in the bright sunlight. 

But suddenly, a deafening explosion sounded from the wreckage close to them, and both girls gasped in fear.

Startled, they whipped their heads around to see behind them, catching sight of bright embers bursting into the air as part of the metal wreckage fell to the ground, Alaska’s spaceship finally clunking out for good.

Sharon looked down at Alaska with an adorable, lopsided smile that made Alaska’s heart skip a beat. 

“Looks like sparks are flying,” Sharon commented.

Their laughter was cut off as another blast sounded from the wreckage, the ruined aircraft continuing to break down.

“Uh, let’s get inside,” Sharon said, rolling off Alaska before helping her up.

Alaska went to put her tight, leather corset back on, but shrugged her shoulders at the effort, settling to just leave her long black skirt on. Sharon wrapped an arm around her tiny waist before the two of them made their way into her cozy wooden cottage.

Finally inside and out of the sunlight, Sharon was able to properly view Alaska now that her skin wasn’t a living disco ball. She noticed the dried trickle of blood on her temple, the dirt on her back, and the sweat on her body. Her blonde hair was tangled in places and her skirt was crumpled. She looked around Sharon’s foreign home in confusion, her wide eyes and bitten lip giving away how disorientated she felt.   

“Can I run you a bath?” Sharon offered. “It’ll make you feel heaps better.”

Alaska nodded happily and followed Sharon into her tiny bathroom. A deep, white claw foot bath was positioned under open glass windows. Leafy green plants were dotted around the small room, and littered in between the various candles, empty coffee mugs and books with water damaged edges were bath concoctions in bottles in all varying shapes and sizes. 

Sharon twisted the copper taps and began filling the tub before she rummaged through her possessions.

“Do you like this smell?” Sharon asked, holding an orange sphere under Alaska’s nose. Alaska sniffed the unfamiliar object hesitantly and nodded, actually liking the warm, floral scent. 

To her complete surprise, Sharon threw the entire sphere into the tub, droplets of water splashing into the air as the object dissolved, turning the tub a beautiful, pastel shade of orange. 

“How about this one?” Sharon asked, a small, black object in her hand that could have been mistaken for a lump of coal. 

Alaska hesitantly smelled this one as well before nodding in surprise. It was a bit spicy, but also sweet. Sharon crumbled it under the running tap, the water instantly turning dark and murky while white fluffy bubbles multiplied.

Alaska gasped in surprise as she noticed speckles of silver glitter in the water.

“Wow,” breathed Alaska, sitting on the edge of the tub to run her hand through the murky, shimmery water before letting it slip through her fingers. “Is this magic? Did you make these?”  

She looked at Sharon, her eyes wide with amazement and curiosity, and Sharon had to hold back a laugh. 

“No,” Sharon smiled, shaking her head. “It’s just a bubble bar from Lush. It’s meant to make bubbles. The humans make them, but I really like them.” 

“Lush,” Alaska repeated, drawing out the new word, feeling it roll off her tongue for the first time. “It’s so pretty…” she said, transfixed on the water before them. “Look at it shimmer.”  

“Yeah,” Sharon said, “it’s gorgeous, just like you and your skin.”  

Sharon didn’t even mean for it to come out like that. It was just an observation. The water was shimmery and gorgeous. Alaska was shimmery and gorgeous. It was a fact. 

Alaska looked at her, her smile wide and her eyes bright. Sharon felt her face grow hot again, just like it did before she healed Alaska out in the field.  

“I’ll, um, give you some privacy…” Sharon stumbled, turning to leave the bathroom. 

But Alaska stopped her.

“You’re not joining me?” Alaska asked, perplexed and disheartened.

Sharon’s heart almost jumped out of her chest at the invitation.

“Do you want me to?” Sharon asked. 

“Of course,” Alaska said, as if it was obvious. She stood up and shimmied her long black skirt off. The material struggled over the round curve of her ass before it quickly dropped to the floor. Grabbing the top of her long black gloves, Alaska pulled the material off her arms, the talons peeling away with the garments and revealing shorter, more human like hands.

Dropping them to the floor, she stood naked before the witch before extending her hand out, gesturing for Sharon to help her into the bathtub. 

Sharon grabbed her hand to steady her, and as Alaska raised one leg up and into the tub, Sharon couldn’t stop admiring her otherworldly figure. Alaska’s limbs were long and slender, with legs that went on for miles. Her tiny waist was balanced by full, curvy breasts and a round ass, which blended into thick thighs.

Alaska lowered herself into the bubbly, warm water, which rose around her weight. She looked up expectantly at Sharon, waiting for her to undress.

Sharon’s hands shook slightly as she untied the string around her robe, the material parting like curtains and revealing her pale skin underneath. With her eyes locked with Alaska’s, the robe fell off her shoulders, joining Alaska’s skirt on the floor. She didn’t miss the way Alaska’s chest rose as her eyes trailed down Sharon’s figure. Hooking her fingers under the thin straps of her thong, Sharon pulled the lacy material of her black underwear down her legs before stepping out of it. 

Sharon hopped into the water as Alaska moved back to give her room before she settled down opposite her. Their slippery limbs interlocked under the water as they moved closer together, Alaska’s legs on top of Sharon’s, as if she was sitting in her lap. 

The water sloshed around them as bubbles gathered on their wet skin. Sharon felt so easy around Alaska, as if she had known her for years, not moments. She wondered if all aliens were like this, so comfortable with things like nudity, or if Alaska was different. 

“Here, let me,” Sharon said, submerging a cloth in the water before cleaning the dried blood on Alaska’s temple. The cut had healed completely and the wound was now nonexistent. 

Squeezing a body wash into her palm, Sharon rubbed it into Alaska’s arms, the dirt from her crash rinsing away. As she worked, Alaska leaned forward, peppering her wet skin with kisses. 

Alaska was obsessed with Sharon’s skin. Even though she didn’t possess the otherworldly shimmer Alaska did, she was so soft and fair. She couldn’t stop admiring how pretty she was when she blushed, Alaska able to sense the heat radiating off her as a pink tinge blossomed under her skin. Sharon was so alive and beautiful. 

Grabbing the body wash, Alaska squirted some into her own palms before massaging the lotion into Sharon’s shoulders. As she nibbled on Sharon’s earlobe, and in the process making Sharon’s eyes roll back, Alaska rubbed the wash into her skin before trailing her hands across her collarbones and bringing them down.

Sharon had completely forgotten about cleaning Alaska as her mind focused entirely on the feeling of Alaska’s hands cupping her breasts. She felt herself throb as the alien ran her thumbs over her nipples. She couldn’t help herself as her breath hitched, her arms instinctively wrapping around Alaska’s neck and pulling her closer. 

Alaska massaged her breasts harder, bringing their lips together as Sharon withered under her touch. With the witch distracted, Alaska snaked a hand down her body and pressed a thumb against her clit, smiling as Sharon reacted with her entire body.

“Ah, fuck, please,” Sharon begged, spreading her thighs as much as she could in the cramped bath.

Alaska pressed down and circled her sensitive nub, admiring the way the blush in Sharon’s cheeks had spread down to her neck. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” Alaska whispered, and Sharon’s chest grew warm at her words.

She didn’t know how long she would last, not after their behaviour in the field before.   

Alaska intensified her touch, rubbing Sharon faster and harder as Sharon’s whines echoed around the bathroom. She trailed a finger over Sharon’s folds before spreading them, moaning at how hot she felt.

“Need you,” Sharon mumbled, her mind clouded with desire. 

Alaska circled Sharon’s entrance before dipping her fingertip in, enjoying how Sharon’s eyelashes fluttered. She pushed in further, Sharon’s lust and the water allowing her to deepen her touch. Sharon brought their lips together, moaning loudly as Alaska pumped her finger inside her. 

Sharon rocked her hips, and in time with her movements, Alaska slipped another finger inside. Sharon gasped as Alaska stretched her out, her walls grasping around Alaska’s rigid fingers.

“More,” Sharon whispered, and Alaska wasted no time sliding another finger inside. She rubbed her throbbing bud, and Sharon’s hips jerked at the over stimulation. 

“You like that?” Alaska whispered hotly in her ear, and Sharon could only feverishly nod at the question.  

Sharon whined as Alaska pumped herself harder and faster than she did before. She alternated between spreading her fingers, twisting them and thrusting them as she thumbed at her clit, Sharon praising each and every one of her movements. 

Heat coiled in Sharon’s stomach as her body suddenly felt both heavy and weightless. With her eyes closed, back arched and lips parted, Sharon came, her legs shaking as water splashed around their bodies.

“Ahh! Ah, yes, Alaska, yes,” Sharon moaned as Alaska lead her through her climax, not dulling her touch in the slightest until Sharon was completely spent.

Finally coming down from her high, Sharon looked at Alaska, her eyes lust blown and her breathing ragged. 

“Fuck, that was,” Sharon breathed, “so fucking good.”

Alaska laughed, pulling her in for a kiss.

“That was thank you for before, for healing me,” Alaska said. “You saved my life Sharon, thank you.” 

Alaska’s huge dark eyes were teary and full of gratitude and affection, and Sharon almost stopped breathing for a moment.

“You’re-, you’re more than welcome,” Sharon stuttered, because what does one say after an alien finger fucks you as a thank you for rescuing them from their smouldering spaceship?

“I’m hungry,” Alaska said, smiling at Sharon. 

Sharon laughed at the simple need.

“Alright, let’s get you something to eat.”

* 

Sharon had never seen someone eat so fast. After cooking up a batch of pumpkin soup in her cauldron in her fireplace, Sharon had scooped the dish into two bowls before toasting some bread for the both of them.

Alaska had practically inhaled her first serve before politely asking for a second helping. She was currently sitting opposite Sharon on the living room floor and soaking every last drop up with bread. 

Alaska had never had pumpkin soup before, and it was now her new favourite meal. She couldn’t stop complimenting Sharon, who blushed and talked about how she had grown the pumpkins herself – without magic. Alaska loved listening to how Sharon wanted to add more vegetables to her garden patch. 

Their conversation flowed from one topic to another, and after a few glasses of red, neither of them realised they had been talking for hours. With her full belly, warmth from the fireplace and company of Sharon, Alaska felt utterly blissful.

“Tell me about how you discovered you were a witch,” Alaska asked, settling down on Sharon’s soft couch. 

After their bath, she hadn’t wanted to put on her tight corset and skirt again as they were dirty from the crash. Sharon had given her one of her black robes to wear, and Alaska reveling in how freeing and comfortable it felt. Plus, it smelled like Sharon, and Alaska couldn’t help herself from breathing in deeply. 

“Well,” Sharon started, sitting down next to Alaska, a glass of wine in her hand. “I was incredibly lucky because my mother was a witch. A lot of magical creatures don’t come from a magical family, its something they discover on their own. For me, magic was always present in my life. So I never really ‘found out’. I get my healing powers from my mother.” 

“Aw, that’s so nice,” Alaska said, noticing how Sharon avoided her gaze and instead looked at her glass as she spoke. She fiddled with her necklace as a pause hung in the air, rolling the purple crystal between her fingertips.

Alaska bit her tongue, not wanting to ask the question that rested behind her teeth. The crackling of the fire filled the silence. 

“She died,” Sharon said, dropping her hand and finally looking at Alaska.

“I’m so sorry,” Alaska said, instinctively placing her palm on Sharon’s knee.

“Thank you,” Sharon said, a small smile on her face as she placed her hand on top of Alaska’s. “It happened years ago. I’m okay with it now. I was 18. Old enough to have learnt so much from her, but still far too soon.” 

Sharon grimaced, her eyes shining as she breathed in.

“She was so powerful. She was incredible. She was always creating new spells, potions, always experimenting. She was so smart. One day… one day one of her spells went awry. I wasn’t here for it, thank god. I was at the markets. But yeah, it was just so fucking random, you know? She was here one day and gone the next.” 

Alaska could only nod as the words poured out of Sharon. Neither of them realised their grips on Sharon’s knee had tightened. Sharon leaned close and rested her forehead on Alaska’s shoulder.

She mumbled something, and Alaska had to ask her to repeat it.

“Her name was Elvira,” Sharon said, raising her head again. Whether she realised it or not, she had begun fiddling with her necklace again, dragging the crystal along its dainty silver chain. “I’m okay with it now. I miss her so much, but I also see a lot of her in myself.” 

“She would have been so proud of you, and the way you help others,” Alaska said, rubbing her thumb against Sharon’s knee. They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment. 

Sharon smiled, her eyes no longer wet. She leaned down and kissed Alaska’s shoulder. 

“Holy shit, look at the time!” Sharon exclaimed, catching sight of her grandfather clock that read it was almost midnight. “No wonder we’re tired. Let’s go to bed.”

They stumbled into Sharon’s room before collapsing on the bed. The humid summer night meant it was too hot for clothes, so they stripped their robes off before laying down next to each other, the task of fixing Alaska’s spaceship left for another day.

The only thing Sharon remembered before she fell asleep was the feeling of Alaska placing a hand on hers.

That night Sharon dreamt of Alaska on top of her, her skin blinding in the sunlight as she grinded down between Sharon’s parted thighs. As a fleet of spaceships raced above them, thunder rumbled in the distance while a streak of lightning split the pink sky in two. 

At some point in the night, Sharon stirred in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open to see Alaska perched on her bay window. Naked and curled up, Alaska was looking up to the dark sky, her skin reflecting a faint blue sheen in the pale moonlight.

Sharon drifted back to sleep, not able to distinguish her dreams from reality. 

*

The next time Sharon opened her eyes, her room was filled with bright morning light, and Alaska was lying next to her, watching her.  

“Hey,” Alaska said, a small smile on her face. She had pulled Sharon’s white bed sheet up to her chest, and her hair was messily arranged on her pillow. She looked beautiful.

“Hey,” Sharon replied, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. Their mouths met, and their tired morning lips gave each other soft, slow kisses.

When Sharon pulled away, she rested her head back on her pillow, her lids heavy and begging her to fall back to sleep. She felt Alaska reach out and gently tuck a lock of her icy blonde hair behind her ear. Sharon practically purred at her touch, her heart melting at how soothing it felt. Alaska kept lightly stroking her hair before running her fingers through it. 

Sharon didn’t know how long they stayed like that for. It could have been just minutes, but Sharon couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so peaceful. She almost fell right back to sleep. 

“Can I ask you something?” Alaska said, her voice quiet.

Sharon peaked her eyes open, concerned at Alaska’s serious tone.

“Yeah sure, what is it?” Sharon asked.

Alaska bit her lip before finally asking. 

“Can I please braid your hair? I’ve been wanting to see what it would look like since I met you.” 

Sharon’s face broke into a smile as relief washed over her.

“Of course you can, Alaska.” 

She sat up and turned away, brushing her hair off her shoulders. Alaska happily ran her fingers through her hair before sectioning it into three parts. 

“So pretty,” Alaska commented as she weaved the black and white strands together. 

Sharon couldn’t stop smiling. She never bothered with her hair, choosing to just leave it out. But she liked this idea of styling her hair. Or maybe it was just the fact that Alaska was doing it. 

Picking up a stray hair tie from the bedside table, Alaska secured the bottom of the plait so it wouldn’t unravel. She almost pulled away, but leaned forward slightly and pressed a light, slow kiss on Sharon’s shoulder. Sharon’s lips parted at the sensation, and when Alaska pulled away, Sharon turned and captured her lips between hers.

They rolled around in Sharon’s bed, their limbs tangled together against her white sheets, both of them forgetting about the rest of the world. 

*

Countless books littered the hardwood floor of Sharon’s living room. They were either spread open, dog eared, stacked on top of each other, discarded or put into piles. Sitting cross-legged in the middle of it all was Sharon, an open notebook balanced on her knee and a quill in her already ink stained left hand. 

“I think I found it,” Sharon said suddenly, breaking the focused silence that had plagued the cottage all day. Alaska looked up from her spot on the couch, putting down her tea and looking over Sharon’s shoulder. 

Sharon hastily flipped her notebook open to a new page before she scribbled down a spell from the textbook in front of her. They had scoped out the crash site this morning and confirmed Alaska’s extraterrestrial powers were useless on Earth. She wouldn’t be able to fix the spaceship, but Sharon could try. 

Except restoration spells for the kind of vehicle Alaska had plummeted down in were not common knowledge. The rest of the day was spent scavenging through the abundant amount of spell books Sharon owned. 

“I know it’s here somewhere!” Sharon had exclaimed in frustration once they had neared the third hour of researching. Black and white strands fell from her braid and dangled around her face while a bead of sweat had dripped down her temple. 

Alaska didn’t understand the magic and language in Sharon’s books, but she had been a great assistant, constantly bringing and putting away stacks of books, and making Sharon and herself cups of tea, which Sharon gratefully accepted, even in the stifling heat. When Sharon didn’t need her to bring more books out, Alaska had sat on the couch and admired the pretty line illustrations on the pages. She wished she could have helped more, but Sharon assured her she would find the spell, and she had. 

“That’s it, I can’t believe I finally fucking found it,” Sharon laughed, massaging her sore neck. Sharon had been a woman possessed while trying to find the spell. She remembered stumbling upon it years ago, but had dismissed the idea of ever resurrecting a broken spaceship. Besides, she never had one to practice with – until now.

Both girls ran into the yard, their black cloaks contrasting against the light beige of the dry field. Even though Alaska’s spaceship was currently a twisted heap of metal, it still stood, mostly, proud in the middle of the yard. It’s silver exterior caught the sunlight and reflected brightly. Even destroyed, it still looked beautiful.

Sharon breathed in deeply as she stretched her back and arms, her bones cracking as her nerves intensified.

“This might not work,” Sharon warned Alaska, who just smiled and rested her hands on Sharon’s waist as she stood behind her. 

“You always say that, and it always works out,” Alaska said, and the two of them smiled as they reminisced on their healing experience in this very spot just yesterday.

An odd feeling settled over Sharon. The healing felt so long ago, yet it was just yesterday. So much had happened since then. A thought had nagged at Sharon’s mind all day, and she felt sick as she finally accepted her selfish desire. 

She didn’t want Alaska to leave. 

“Let’s see how we go,” Sharon said through a shaky breath. Alaska stepped back a few paces, giving her some space. The heat of the sun beat down on Sharon’s fair skin.

Inhaling deeply, Sharon raised her wand, focusing on the wreckage in front of her as she announced the spell, her voice crystal clear as she pronounced every syllable perfectly. 

Nothing happened, and both girls stood frozen as they waited for the magic to come, if it ever did. 

Sharon’s heart hammered in her chest.

Maybe she got the wrong spell. Maybe she said it incorrectly. Maybe her magic didn’t correspond with whatever made Alaska’s other worldly aircraft function. Maybe her deepest desire was preventing her magic from working.

Maybe Alaska would never have to leave, and maybe she would never return home.

But suddenly the wreckage shuddered, and sparks flew as random bits of debris vibrated.

It was an incredible sight. The wreckage stirred and trembled, like a monster waking from its slumber. Random parts would suddenly jolt to life, slowly rising into the air, straightening themselves out before floating into place. Piece by piece, Alaska’s stunning spaceship was put back together like a puzzle.

But it was a ridiculously complex puzzle. They both stood there and watched as Sharon’s magic engineered the complicated beast back to life. 

It was only at sunset, when the sky turned a breathtaking blend of pink, orange and yellow, did the spaceship eventually restore itself back to its original form. 

The magic current from Sharon’s wand to the aircraft finally broke, and Alaska cheered in delight at the sight before her. With its various lights flashing and standing proudly in all its glory was her most prized possession, glowing and ready for its next adventure. 

“Yay Sharon! Look at it! It’s so beautiful!” Alaska cried out, running up the aircraft to admire her work.

“Sharon?”

She turned and gasped in fear as she watched Sharon stagger to the ground, her body slumping and her wand falling out of her hand. 

“Sharon!” Alaska exclaimed, running towards her and kneeling over the body of the witch. “Are you okay!?” 

Fear raced down Alaska’s spine when she saw how pale Sharon looked, her lips white and her eyes glassy.

“I’m okay,” Sharon reassured her softly, grabbing Alaska’s hand with a weak grip. Her hands were freezing. Alaska squeezed them, desperate to warm them up.

“Magic’s draining,” Sharon said, her voice quiet and croaky. “But I didn’t realise how big of a job that would be.”

“Thank you,” Alaska said, her eyes teary. “Thank you so much, you did an incredible job. None of this would have happened without you.”

Sharon smiled as Alaska caressed her fingers through Sharon’s hair before she leaned down and kissed her, the touch of her lips warming Sharon’s.

Sharon’s fingers brushed Alaska’s jaw, urging her to not pull away. Even though the process was slow, Sharon felt her energy return. Alaska’s kisses were like caffeine, running through Sharon’s veins and waking up her mind.

They stayed like that until Sharon felt strong enough to sit up.

“Isn’t it funny how one of us is always practically dying near this thing?” Sharon joked, tilting her head to the spaceship. Alaska cackled her infectious laugh, and Sharon’s heart ached at the thought of one day not hearing that sound.

A clap of thunder cracked in the distance, and both girls looked to the sky and saw dark clouds rolling in. 

“I don’t want to impose or over stay my welcome, but would I be able to stay another night?” Alaska asked. “I don’t want to leave yet… I mean like, in the dark and the rain.”

“Of course!” Sharon said sincerely. They both knew Alaska’s spaceship could survive the dark and a bit of rain. But Sharon’s heart clenched at the thought of Alaska zooming off into space immediately. “Please stay.”

* 

It was after dinner when Sharon felt almost back to normal. A good long sleep would do her wonders, but for now her warm dinner, glass of red in hand and Alaska curled up beside her was more than enough. It had been a quiet evening so far, and a bittersweet mood hung in the air. Even though they had accomplished so much today, they were both feeling dejected at the same thought; Alaska would be leaving tomorrow.

They sat on a wooden bench on Sharon’s deck, curled up together as they watched the lightning show play out above them in the sky. Little ohhs and ahhs punctuated their comfortable silence, and when a bolt of lightning cracked particularly loudly, Sharon hugged Alaska to her side. Alaska nuzzled into Sharon’s neck, trying to just be present in the moment and ignore what awaited her tomorrow.

She didn’t want to leave. Technically, she didn’t have to. But this was Earth. She didn’t belong here. This wasn’t her home. Her home was light years away, and there waited her family and friends, her kingdom and loyal followers.

But right now, Alaska didn’t want any of those things. She just wanted Sharon.

Leaning up slightly, Alaska pressed a kiss to Sharon’s jaw. Sharon’s eyes fluttered closed, breathing in deeply as she felt the kiss. She turned to face Alaska, capturing her lips in a kiss. Her tongue lapped against Alaska, who moaned into their embrace. 

Alaska’s hand trailed down the neckline of the witch’s black robe, the material falling off Sharon’s shoulder as she pulled it open. Underneath, Sharon wore a lacy black bralette, its intricate, sheer flower pattern contrasting against her pale skin.

Alaska captured Sharon’s bottom lip between her teeth, her sharpness grazing the soft skin, and the intensity took Sharon by surprise. Alaska whined as she placed both hands on either side of Sharon’s face, pulling her closer, her movements becoming more desperate.

Sharon hauled Alaska onto her lap, the alien’s thighs parting as she settled down. Sharon pulled Alaska’s robe off, the material falling down to reveal her slightly shimmering skin underneath. Placing both her hands on Sharon’s shoulders, Alaska arched back, grinding herself down against the witch, her thrusts becoming increasingly erratic as her desire built. 

Sharon’s breath hitched. She could feel the warmth radiating from Alaska’s core, even through their layers. She reached up and caressed Alaska’s breasts, the women above her arching her back and whining in pleasure. Leaning forward, Sharon buried herself between Alaska’s curves, showering her skin in kisses before dragging her tongue up her chest. 

Alaska threw her head back at the feeling, her fingers tangling in Sharon’s two-toned hair. She brought their lips together, and it was pure lust. Any notion of tentative touches and gentle movements were gone.

And suddenly they were up. Not breaking their kiss, Sharon stood, her hands firmly on Alaska’s thighs as she hoisted the alien up. Alaska tightened her grip around the witch’s waist as she was carried inside. 

But instead of throwing them on the bed, Sharon pressed Alaska against her bedroom wall, grinding herself against the other woman.

“Want you so badly,” she breathed as she nipped at Alaska’s earlobe.

Alaska pulsed as she withered against the hard surface. The thought of Sharon being strong enough to hold her up was hot enough, but being in her arms was something else.

“Then take me,” Alaska whispered.

Sharon wasted no time getting Alaska on her back, lying the alien down on her bed before stripping her robe and dropping it to the floor. Alaska shimmed out of what little material still concealed her body, her black robe pooling around her naked form. Bringing her knees to her chest, Alaska spread herself before dragging her middle finger over her slick folds, her eyes locked with Sharon’s the entire time. 

Sharon kneeled in front of her, the bed dipping under their weight as she crawled closer to Alaska. Alaska reached out, her fingers grasping at the delicate black bra in an effort to pull it off Sharon’s body. It was pretty, but it would look better on the floor. Sharon reached around and unhooked the clasp, and Alaska sighed happily as the sheer fabric abruptly bunched together before falling from her body.

Alaska’s fingers instantly reached for Sharon’s underwear, pulling at the matching panties and dragging them down Sharon’s curves. Sharon couldn’t help but laugh at Alaska’s eagerness. 

Her underwear joined her bralette on the floor, and the two girls rolled around in Sharon’s sheets, finally where they longed to be. Manoeuvring herself on top, Sharon parted her thighs, settling herself down between Alaska’s. 

They both whined as Sharon grinded herself down, her slick folds rubbing against Alaska’s. Alaska cried out as Sharon thrusts hit her bundle of nerves, coursing pleasure to shoot through her veins. Their hands found each other’s, and Sharon pressed their intertwined fingers into the soft sheets, pinning Alaska’s hand down as she gathered speed. 

“So, good,” Alaska whined, completely submitting to the witch above her. 

She arched her back, her breasts jiggling in time with Sharon’s thrusts as she pushed her chest up. Propping herself up on her elbows, sweat gathered in the hollows of Alaska’s collarbone, which Sharon leaned down and tasted with her tongue.  

Suddenly, an earsplitting crack of thunder sounded high above them as finally, finally, the sound of rain falling came into hearing. Sharon threw her head back, relief washing over her. She couldn’t remember the last time it rained.

She picked up her pace as the sound of their bodies merging mixed with the sound of the falling water. Their gasps, moans and pleas got louder, fighting for dominance over the sound of the rain, which increased with every second until it built to a defending roar against Sharon’s roof. 

“I’m so close,” Alaska whined, desperate for her release, but not wanting to finish. She never wanted this to end. She never wanted to leave Sharon. 

“Come for me,” Sharon urged her, grinding down against her, focused on pushing her over the edge. 

“I don’t want to stop,” Alaska whimpered, her body threatening to betray her as heat pooled in her groin. 

Sharon leaned down and kissed her roughly, not once breaking her pace on top of Alaska. She pulled away, her eyes locked on Alaska’s as her breath tickled her skin.

“I’m not gonna stop,” Sharon whispered. 

That was it for Alaska. She cried out as pleasure overwhelmed her, starting from her core and burning throughout her body. Sharon didn’t stop. She pulled her through her climax, her body against Alaska’s as she completely unraveled underneath her. 

Then suddenly it was Sharon who was shuddering, her hips thrusting erratically as she came above Alaska. Her stomach clenched as dampness spread from her core, mixing with Alaska’s wetness as she squeezed her hand, never letting go.

With trembling limbs and ragged breathing, the cloud of lust slowly began to clear. Alaska looked up at Sharon, her eyes wide and lust blown as her chest heaved, breathy sighs escaping through plump, parted lips.

With heavy lidded eyes and a smirk on her lips, Sharon crawled over Alaska, reaching to the side before pulling open her bedside table draw. Inside the wooden draw was a mess of notebooks, quills, leaking ink pots, crystals and potions. Sharon knew exactly what she was looking for.

She spotted the vivid blue liquid instantly. Sharon had rolled her eyes when, after spending days concocting the potion, it had turned such a stereotypical colour. She had tried this potion once before when she was alone and in the privacy of her own home if it all went pear shaped. But it had worked, and Sharon had been so pleased with her hard work. Grabbing the small glass vial between her fingers, Sharon shut the draw and showed Alaska.

“I told you I wouldn’t stop,” Sharon said, pulling off the cork with a satisfying pop.

Alaska bit her lip as she smiled, a million possibilities filling her mind as she wondered what the potion would do. Sharon brought the glass vial to her lips and threw her head back, downing it in one hit. It tasted like nothing, until it burned its way down her throat.

She winced before shooting Alaska reassuring grin. Excitement bubbled in her chest as she waited for the magic to kick in. Kneeling over Alaska, Sharon placed one hand on the headboard above them as she trailed her other hand down her body. Her eyes fluttered shut as she circled her throbbing bud, her thighs still quivering with aftershocks.

With wide eyes, Alaska could only watch as Sharon touched herself, her mind alight with anticipation. Sharon moaned as she felt the magic course through her blood stream, surging to her groin. Alaska only glanced at Sharon’s lips for a moment before casting her gaze back down to her hands.

But in that time, Sharon had gone from running her fingers between her slick folds, to palming a cock between her thighs. Alaska gasped at the sight of the member growing thicker and longer as the seconds went by, feeling heavier in Sharon’s hand.

With parted lips, Alaska gawked at the sight, unashamedly staring at the seamless change. She instantly reached forward, wrapping her fingers around the cock and stroking it in her hands, feeling its warmth. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of the testicles now appearing between Sharon’s thighs. She cupped them, massaging them in her palm as she marvelled at their weight. Sharon’s magic was impressive, as the cock looked at natural as could be, its base blending flawlessly into her skin. It was like she was born with it.

Alaska was snapped out of her haze of disbelief when a choked moan escaped Sharon, who couldn’t stay silent as Alaska palmed her throbbing member.

“Sorry,” Alaska smiled, slowing stroking Sharon.

“Christ, don’t be sorry,” Sharon replied, gently thrusting herself into Alaska’s touch.

Placing her hands on Sharon’s hips, Alaska brought her forward. She wrapped her lips around Sharon, who jerked at the sensation. Running her tongue over Sharon’s sensitive slit, she sucked at her tip, a string of gasps and whines bubbling out of Sharon as she worked. 

“Ah, fuck, Alaska,” Sharon whined, her mouth falling open as she watched Alaska take her. 

Alaska pulled her forward, enveloping Sharon inch by inch, her eyes locked on the witch the entire time. She hollowed her cheeks around Sharon before wrapping a hand around the length she couldn’t reach. Thrusting Sharon into her, she moaned around the pulsing length, causing vibrations to ripple throughout the other woman’s body. 

Sharon’s thighs shook, her eyes rolling back as the sensation overwhelmed her. Alaska’s mouth was so hot and warm and wet around her sensitive, throbbing cock. 

Alaska felt Sharon’s balls tighten in her touch, signalling she was close. Not knowing how long she’d last, Alaska suddenly took Sharon entirely, her nose pressed against Sharon’s pubic hair as her throat accommodated for her length.  

Sharon cried out, her thighs giving way as she collapsed on top of Alaska, who breathed out sharply through her nose, moaning louder and sucking Sharon harder than before. 

Gripping the headboard, Sharon painstakingly pulled out, forcing herself not to unravel yet. Her cock emerged from between Alaska’s swollen lips red and slick with the alien’s spit.  

“I like that potion,” Alaska said coyly, her voice husky, somehow becoming even sexier than it already was.

Sharon squeezed the base of her cock as she laughed, nodding in agreement. 

“I think you’ll like it even more in a second,” Sharon replied, her thumb running over Alaska’s bud. “Ready for another round?”

“Yes, yes, please,” Alaska whined, spreading herself more for Sharon. 

Sharon ran her fingers through Alaska’s wet folds before dipping her index finger into her warmth. Alaska bit her lip at the touch, her relaxed body grasping around Sharon, who slipped another finger in. Soon enough, Alaska was ready, and Sharon settled between her parted legs.

Sharon thrusted her cock between Alaska’s folds, her member gliding smoothly against the slick skin. She reached over to her bedside drawer, pulling it open for a second time tonight and grabbing a small bottle containing clear fluid.

Popping off the cork, she tilted the glass vial slightly, watching as the clear gel flowed from the bottle and dribbled along her length. She palmed herself, coating herself completely as the excess slipped between her fingers and onto Alaska before dribbling onto her sheets. 

‘I’m so ready,” Alaska breathed, gently circling her bud as she watched Sharon.

“Tell me if you need to stop, okay?” Sharon asked her, only proceeding after Alaska agreed.

She guided her tip to Alaska’s entrance, pushing in slowly, two sets of lips parting as Sharon was met with resistance at first, then release.

“More,” Alaska whispered, arching up slightly, her hands clutching the sheets as she watched their bodies.  

Sharon pushed in slowly, their bodies merging effortlessly from the fluid. Sharon breathed in sharply as she pushed in entirely, her base flushed against Alaska’s folds, her sensitive length completely enveloped in Alaska’s warmth. 

Alaska gasped as pleasure overwhelmed her. She brought her knees to her chest, the angle making Sharon push deeper inside her.

“So full, you’re so fucking big,” Alaska moaned, her walls grasping around Sharon’s girth.

She wrapped her legs around Sharon’s waist, pulling her closer as Sharon brought their lips together. Even after their kiss ended, Sharon stayed close, her nose brushing against Alaska’s cheek as she quickened her pace.

Sharon found a rhythm, her thrusts getting faster and deeper as she went, each time hitting the spot inside Alaska that made the alien’s toes curl. A string of barely coherent phrases mumbled out of Alaska, punctuating her breathy whines.

“So… big, such a big cock… fucking me, so… good,” Alaska gasped as moisture gathered in her eyes. 

“You like that?” Sharon asked, slowing down her thrusts, dragging her length out of Alaska leisurely before pushing back in gradually, making her feel every movement.

She lightly brushed across Alaska’s throbbing bud before suddenly pressing down harshly, relishing in the other woman’s satisfying reaction. Alaska cried out, her back arching up as her walls squeezed around Sharon. Her rips protruded from her skin as she arched up, and as she chest heaved, her breasts jiggled, her nipples hard and on display.

Alaska bit her lip and nodded feverishly at Sharon, her hair a mess around her on the pillows. Hooking her heels around against Sharon’s back, she pushed the witch’s hips forward, feeling her in her entirety before grabbing Sharon’s hand. 

She pressed Sharon’s palm firmly against her abdomen, and both girls gasped at the feeling of Sharon inside Alaska.

“Fuck,” Sharon breathed, pressing down on Alaska’s soft tummy as she gently moved her hips, her cock twitching as she felt her length from the outside.

Alaska’s body practically vibrated at the sensation, revelling in just how submissive and delicate she felt as Sharon dominated her.

Sharon quickened her pace as a surge of pleasure gained momentum inside her, coiling up and growing stronger. She gripped the headboard, repositioning herself on top of Alaska as she rolled her hips. 

Alaska’s blissful cries became higher and louder with each one of Sharon’s thrusts, her mind clouding up with lust as the moment overpowered her. 

The concept of leaving tomorrow was forgotten as all that filled Alaska’s mind was the thought of Sharon, Sharon, Sharon. 

And finally Alaska came, unraveling underneath the witch as pleasure overpowered her, starting from her core and surging through her body. With trembling legs, Alaska’s lips parted into a silent scream as she rode out her orgasm, her nails digging into the soft, milky white skin of Sharon’s hips. Alaska squeezed her eyes shut as stars brighter and more beautiful than any galaxy she’d seen exploded in her mind.

Her walls clenched and tightened around Sharon’s pulsing member and suddenly, Sharon’s hips were shuddering erratically as she, too, was overwhelmed with desire. 

Crying out, Sharon’s hip stilled against Alaska’s body as she came, pleasuring shooting throughout her and into Alaska, her mind both simultaneously exploding and going blank as she experienced a sensation she had never felt before.

Warmth spread through Alaska’s core as Sharon shuddered above her, and Alaska could only admire the sight of her heaving chest, her bitten bottom lip, and the way the thick lashes of her closed eyes brushes against her flushed cheeks.

Exhaling, Sharon collapsed on top of Alaska, a symphony of gasps and breathy moans escaping their lips as their limbs tangled together. Alaska’s fingertips brushed away the strand of hair which were stuck to Sharon’s sweaty hairline, suddenly remembering how Sharon did this exact thing to her the first time they met.

Moving her hips slightly, Sharon pulled out of Alaska, who clenched around the sudden emptiness, already missing her presence. Sleepy lips found each other as their thighs occasionally twitched, aftershocks still quivering throughout their nerves.

Now on their sides, Alaska’s hand caressed Sharon’s ribs before trailing down her stomach. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she felt Sharon’s original form, the two of them laughing at the spell already wearing off.  

Sharon brought their lips together once more, their hands meeting and their fingers intertwining as they fell asleep, their bodies entangled together, complete and utter happiness filling both their hearts.

*

Sharon squeezed Alaska’s hand as they glared at the glowing spaceship in front of them. It looked so arrogant, standing all beautifully and proudly, fully prepared to rip them apart, to take Alaska home, far away from Sharon.

Alaska squeezed Sharon’s hand back. They were both struggling with their words today. Everything that had needed to be said was said last night, their bodies communicating better than their words ever could.

It had been a slow morning where neither of them had wanted the day to start, because with each action, it was a step closer to leaving. But they finally found themselves outside in Sharon’s field, right where it all started just a few days prior. It felt like a lifetime ago.

Alaska was finally back in her traditional alien clothes, her tight leather corset and long black skirt hugging her figure. Paired with her black gloves, sharp talon and glistening crown, Alaska looked every bit the otherworldly alien she was.

Last night’s heavy downpour of rain had dulled, but felt in its wake was a sky that was gloomy, low hanging and miserable. The lack of sunlight meant that, while Alaska was still gorgeous, her skin wasn’t shimmering nearly as much as it could. It was the final touch to this somber day.

Goosebumps appeared up Alaska’s arms as a cold chill ran through the air. Sharon hugged her to her side before rethinking. Revealing a long sleeved, green lacy dress underneath, Sharon pulled off her robe and wrapped it around Alaska’s body, who smiled as she was draped in black material. Her pointy nails poked out through the armholes before she wrapped her arms around Sharon’s neck, pulling her close. 

They stood like that for a moment, hugging and holding each other as the seconds ticked down to Alaska’s inevitable departure. 

Alaska pulled away, and the two girls grimaced as they saw they were both crying, hot tears silently springing to their eyes.

“I don’t want to leave,” Alaska cried, a tear sliding down her cheek. “I don’t want to leave you.” 

Sharon squeezed her eyes shut, tears bubbling over as she shook her head, trying to argue against Alaska. 

“You need to go home,” Sharon whispered. “You have a family. A kingdom. They don’t know where you are. They need you.”

But I need you too, Sharon thought.

They both knew Sharon was right. But they both knew Alaska could stay. She could selfishly abandon her own life and stay here on Earth where her extra terrestrial magic was incompatible. It was a stupid choice, but right now, that’s what Alaska’s heart wanted. But she needed to listen to her head.

“I should come home with you,” Sharon joked, her eyes red with tears.

They both smiled sadly. Sharon wasn’t an alien; she wouldn’t survive a second in outer space. She didn’t belong there. She didn’t belong with Alaska.  

“Oh, I can’t believe I almost forgot,” Sharon said, inhaling sharply and reaching into the pocket of the robe Alaska now wore. 

She fished inside before pulling her hand out. She opened her palm and showed Alaska, revealing a silver necklace with a purple crystal. It was exactly the same as the one Sharon wore, but instead of the crystal being a dark purple, almost black, like hers, this crystal was a stunning mix of bright purple and white, the colours mixing like ink.

Alaska gasped when she saw it before picking it up in her fingers, holding it like it was the most precious thing in the world. 

Sharon unhooked the clasp and secured it around Alaska’s neck, the two of them admiring how it looked on her.

“Was this your mother’s?” Alaska asked, and Sharon silently nodded her head, her fingers brushing against the crystal.

“She left me a few, now we match,” Sharon said, her eyes shining. 

Alaska kissed her, and even though tears wet their lips and their tight throats gasped for air, it meant everything.

“I love you so much Sharon,” Alaska said as she pulled away, her hands on either side of the witch’s face. “I love you, I love you.”

Sharon sobbed, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you too, Alaska,” Sharon said, her blue eyes locking with Alaska’s dark ones. “I love you so much.”

“I’ll find you again one day, Sharon Needles,” Alaska promised. “I found you once, and I’ll find you again. No matter how long it takes me. This isn’t the end.”

They were both crying down, unapologetically as the reality of the moment sank in. They stood there, their arms wrapped around each other, neither wanting to let go.

Time passed, and at some point they let go, slowly and tentatively breaking apart. A thin strip of the exterior of Alaska’s spaceship lowered itself to the ground, creating a walk way for Alaska.

After more kisses, hugs, hand squeezes and wishes of safe travel, Alaska walked across the short distance of the field to the space ship. The wet grass soaked the hem of her skirt, and she clutched Sharon’s robe around her body. She stepped onto the platform, forcing herself to put one foot in front of the other. Once inside her spaceship, she turned back to Sharon, the two of them waving at each other as the wall of the spaceship rose, slowly eclipsing Sharon’s view of Alaska.

Alaska pressed buttons, pulled levers and programmed her next destination – home. As she waited for the spaceship to take off, she raced to the window, waving out at Sharon. 

Sharon ran closer to Alaska, to see her clearly, to wave one final goodbye, to catch one last glimpse of her. But as the spaceship slowly rose to the air, Sharon was thrown back against the grass, the force of the aircraft pushing her over. Alaska gasped, frightened at the sight, before she was suddenly launched into the air, her spaceship zooming off into outer pace.

Sharon looked up just in time to see Alaska’s spaceship once more before it zipped into nothingness, the aircraft moving at a lightening fast speed that it had vanished in a second. 

Sharon burst into tears as, for the second time in her life now, a woman she cared about so greatly about was here one day, and gone the next.

* 

Arching up, Sharon relished in the feeling of her back cracking. She rolled her neck, waking up the muscles there with a satisfying stretch. She returned to tending to her garden patch, pressing down on the black soil as she planted more seeds.

Her pumpkins were thriving like they always were, and she was pleased with how her corn was coming along. Her tomatoes were going strong and, while she wasn’t a huge fan of their taste, her few cabbages were looking great as well.

Sharon’s garden patch was shaping up nicely.

It had been a good distraction for her. The last few months were plagued with everything and nothing. Sharon kept going through a cycle of emotions. Firstly sadness, than anger, then confusion, more anger, loneliness, sadness, and finally emptiness. Then it would start all over again, keeping up Sharon up at night crying while she lived her days in a sort of numb haze.

She kept thinking about those few days with the shimmering woman. It had all happened so fast that at times, Sharon thought she had imagined the whole thing.

But she couldn’t make up the way Alaska made her feel. Sharon was creative, but she could never have thought up of someone like Alaska, with her extreme beauty, musical laugh, and wonderful nature. She couldn’t make up her disbelief over bath bombs and love for Sharon’s homemade pumpkin soup. She couldn’t make up the way her body moved against Sharon’s, or how she had held her face in her hands and told her she loved her.

This isn’t the end.

The words always raced through Sharon’s mind, even when she didn’t want them too. It had been just two months short of a year since that fateful day where Alaska had plummeted from the sky, crashing landing into Sharon’s life and turning her world upside down. 

Sharon had been stupidly hopeful in the beginning, thinking Alaska would return quickly. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and now Sharon sat here, watching her garden patch successfully enter a new season while Sharon was still stuck in the past, desperately holding onto something so fleeting.

Sharon abruptly let go of her small trowel, not realising she had been furiously clenching the wooden handle. It dropped onto the soil, and Sharon watched as blood began to circulate through her white hand.

She closed her eyes, not able to swallow back the sadness that washed over her. She used to fight these waves of heartbreak with screaming, tears and throwing objects. But she was tired now. She just let them happen and move on, only to be struck down by another bout soon enough. 

She thought of Alaska’s pained cries when her spaceship landed. She thought of how stunning Alaska looked in the sunlight. She thought of how she felt pressed against her side when they would watch the lighting in the sky. She thought of how Alaska withered underneath her, holding her close. She thought of how they had stood there in front of Alaska’s spaceship on that last day, hugging each other. 

It all felt so vivid. Sharon could swear she could even hear the roar of Alaska’s spaceship now, faintly in the back of her mind, the memory so powerful.

She opened her eyes, ready to continue with her gardening. But as she picked up her watering can, she couldn’t ignore the roar in the distance. She looked around, her heart thudding in her chest as her mind refused to accept she was having a literal hallucination.

The roar was getting louder with every passing minute, and Sharon dropped her watering can, looking into the sky with wild eyes.  

Rapidly, the wind picked up, and trees leant to the side as a force grew stronger and stronger. Leaves were ripped off branches and Sharon was thrown to the floor as a force bared down on her.

Sharon’s scream was barely a whisper over the deafening roar of the force. Terror raced through her as her mind was pushed into a horrible memory, a memory where she was lying on this very ground, Alaska zooming away from her.

And suddenly, as quick as it started, the roar stopped. The wind stopped. Everything returned to normal around Sharon, who was curled up in a ball, her eyes squeezed shut and her head in her hands. Without her sight, Sharon’s hearing picked up, and she heard the faintest beep boop of a familiar aircraft. 

Slowly, Sharon peaked her head up, and her eyes squinted as they adjusted to the brightness. Her jaw dropped as she saw Alaska’s spaceship standing proudly in her field, glistening and glowing, its lights flashing as it stood in all its glory.

Sharon scampered to her feet, her body shivering with anticipation. Nothing happened at first, and Sharon held her breath as birds chipped in the distance.

Then finally, the spaceship jolted, and its wall began to part from its body, like a segment of an orange opening. Slowly, it lowered itself to the floor. At the top of the walkway stood nothing, and Sharon’s heart skipped a beat at the vacant spot.

Suddenly, a woman appeared, the sight of her in the direct sunlight almost blinded Sharon, just like that first time.

It was Alaska.

Standing there in a flowing white dress draped around her body, with an even bigger and somehow more beautiful crown upon her head, was the woman Sharon had never stopped thinking about. 

Alaska’s face broke into a smile before she ran down the walkway. Sharon stretched her arms out for the alien, who jumped into her embrace and wrapped her legs around the witch’s waist, not able to contain her happiness.

“Is this real?” Sharon cried, tears now in her eyes as she held Alaska. “Please tell me this is real!”

“This is real!” Alaska laughed. Their lips met, and all the anger, confusion, sadness and emptiness washed out of Sharon’s system.

Sharon’s mind exploded into a million little pieces as she kissed Alaska, her hands shaking as she held the alien in her arms. Tears of happiness sprang to Alaska’s eyes as she kissed Sharon, the moment more perfect than she could have ever imagined it. 

“I told you I’d find you,” Alaska whispered as she pulled away, their foreheads pressing together.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Sharon said, running her hands over Alaska’s arms and shoulders and through her hair. 

“And I didn’t crash this time!” Alaska said proudly before Sharon kissed her again, all her nerves about travelling through space to Earth again dissipating. But this time, she had more of a reason to worry. 

“I,” Alaska tried to say between Sharon’s kisses, “I tried to come sooner… but…”

“But, what?” Sharon asked, kissing Alaska’s neck, not able to get enough of her.

“Stay here,” Alaska said, slightly struggling to get out of Sharon’s embrace before she was successful. She raced up the walkway and into the spaceship, leaving an anxious Sharon terrified she wouldn’t reappear again, that this was all a cruel prank.  

But Alaska did reappear. She walked down the walkway again, much slower this time, with white material bundled in her arms.

Sharon’s brows knitted together in confusion. Why did a bed sheet prevent Alaska from coming here sooner? 

Alaska reached her, her eyes wet with tears of happiness as she giggled at Sharon’s confusion. 

“This is why I couldn’t fly through space for a while,” Alaska said, pulling back the corner of the white bundle of material.

Sharon gasped, her legs almost giving way.

In the bundle of white material in Alaska’s arms was a tiny baby.             

“She’s yours,” Alaska whispered. 

This time, Sharon’s legs did give away, and she collapsed to the ground, a fresh wave of tears overpowering her. Alaska slowly lowered herself to the ground, showing their baby to an awestruck Sharon. 

She’s yours, she’s yours, thought Sharon. 

“Oh my god,” Sharon cried, overwhelmed with happiness as she looked at her daughter. “Sorry,” she said, apologising for her tears, “this is just all so much.” 

“No! I totally understand!” Alaska laughed, and Sharon couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“How?” Sharon said in disbelief.

“The potion!” Alaska said.

Sharon’s jaw dropped. She never imagined the potion would actually successfully make a baby, but there was no reason it shouldn’t have.

“This is so incredible,” Sharon breathed, looking at the tiny, sleeping baby in Alaska’s arms.

“Do you want to hold her?” Alaska asked, and Sharon nodded keenly.

She placed the baby in Sharon’s arms, and Sharon gasped softly at just how warm the little human felt. The baby’s skin was fair like Sharon’s, but had the slightest sheen to it. Even though her eyes were closed, she had a little tuff of blonde hair. She was the perfect mix of the two of them.  

“She has blue eyes, by the way,” Alaska said happily, practically reading Sharon’s mind. “Just like yours.”

“Oh my goodness,” Sharon whispered, hugging the baby close to her, feeling its little body move as she breathed. 

“So you’ve been pregnant this whole time?” Sharon asked.

“Yeah,” Alaska blushed. “It was uh, quiet the experience telling my father how his lesbian daughter was suddenly pregnant after returning from an unapproved weekend on Earth.” 

They both cackled, but dulled it to hushed giggling when the baby fidgeted in her sleep at the disturbance.

“I can’t believe I missed the birth,” Sharon said, suddenly feeling guilty. “When was the birth? How old is she? Oh my god, I don’t even know her name.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Alaska said soothingly. “I wanted to come back so quickly, but it took me ages to even realise I was pregnant. Once I did find out, and it was announced to the kingdom, I was banned from travelling. No one wanted anything to happen to the baby, and you know how I am with my less than perfect landings. She was born just three weeks ago, soon she’ll be one month old.” 

Sharon couldn’t help the little aww that left her lips as she looked down at her small daughter.

“And in a way, even though I so desperately wanted to tell you about her, I was so worried she wouldn’t make it, that neither of us would,” Alaska voice shook slightly. “No one knew if she would survive, because an alien and a witch having a baby isn’t really a common thing, you know?” 

Sharon nodded, grabbing Alaska’s hand and holding it in hers as she listened. She couldn’t imagine the fear Alaska must have felt, and even though neither of them were at fault, Sharon still hated herself for not being there for her.

“But it’s all fine now!” Alaska said happily. “The birth was fine, she’s fine, she’s better than fine, actually. I told everyone that as soon as she was ready to fly, she was coming to meet her other mother.”

Sharon’s heart filled with joy as she pulled Alaska in for a kiss. 

“As for her name,” Alaska started, “I… actually haven’t decided yet.”

“What?” Sharon said in surprise. 

“I didn’t want to name her without you!”

“What have you thought of so far?” Sharon said, squeezing her hand encouragingly.

“Well, I was thinking of Aquaria. I’ve always loved that name. It’s so pretty. And when I look at her, she looks like an Aquaria.”

Sharon couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face. 

“Aquaria,” she said, rocking the little baby in her arms. It sounded so perfect.

“Plus, she’s an Aquarius,” Alaska added.

“I figured,” Sharon replied, the both of them laughing. 

“Also…” Alaska tentatively continued, “I was thinking of making her middle name… Elvira?”

Sharon physically clutched her chest lightly, so touched at the gesture. She hugged her daughter closer as warmth spread through her chest.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Oh, she would have loved that,” Sharon said, thinking about her mother. Naming their daughter Elvira would be too much, but making it her middle name was the perfect tribute.

“Good grief,” Sharon laughed, “Miss Aquaria Elvira Thunderfuck-Needles.”

“From the planet Glamtr0n!” Alaska finished.

They laughed, and Alaska leaned forwards, wrapping her arms around Sharon lightly, careful of their little baby Aquaria in Sharon’s arms. They stayed sitting on the grass together in the sunlight, a small family of three, Alaska and Aquaria’s white clothes contrasting against Sharon’s black robe. Alaska watched in wonder as Aquaria woke up, her big blue eyes locking with Sharon’s for the first time, her chubby little fist wrapped around Sharon’s fingertip.

“What happens now?” Sharon whispered to Alaska after they had showered Aquaria in tiny kisses.

“I don’t know,” Alaska said, looking to the sky, her extraterrestrial crown glistening in the sun, a symbol of her life, and Aquaria’s true home, of outer space.

“But we’ll work it out,” Alaska said. 

“We always do,” Sharon replied. She brought their lips together, marking the start of their new lives together. 

[theradicalfishdoctor]

Levihan Fanfiction Favorites

I know this is a little late, but thanks for 200 followers <3

I probably could never express in words how much I love these fics, and I apologize if my thoughts are a bit all over the place or don’t make any sense, but I just want to tell you guys why I love these so much as best as I can!  (っ˘ω˘ς )

I literally had to stop myself from going into detail about why I love every sentence of all these fanfics.

Thank you authors for writing these masterpieces!

Not in any particular order:

Ocean Talks - by kindredghosts

One of my favorites of all time -This fic takes place after the events of chapter 90, and features Hange and Levi having a talk together after a year of avoiding each other over Levi’s decision to give Armin the serum instead of Erwin.

There were so many moments (and a few that made me laugh too) that really pulled on my heartstrings and I really hope a discussion of this sort is explored in canon. 

Spoilers 

I love how they portray Levi and Hange’s bond/relationship. Levi and Hange are so tense with each other at first, because of their lack of communication, but as soon as they open up to each other and are honest, they are back to their old selves again and start teasing each other like they always have. Having that talk and being honest with each other caused them to feel relieved and at peace, which I think really helps show how close they are. There are also many points in the fic where their understanding in each other and bond of trust is displayed which to me is something that is a crucial part of their relationship.

This piece also has one of my favorite fanfic endings as well it was too cute. And that ending dialogue “We will protect each other.” hits me in the feels every time I read it.

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Aftermath - by  just_quintessentially_me

I immediately knew after reading the summary, that this was going to be one of the best things I’ve ever read. This fic takes place after Bertholdt and Reiner reveal themselves as the Colossal and Armored Titan and attack the wall. Levi is on his way to the wall when poor Pastor Nick (understandably) confuses Hange as Levi’s wife when he sees him growing worried about her fate. This is a piece that really feels like a part of the actual series, and had comedic elements as well that were flawlessly written. They completely nailed the personalities of the characters which was amazing. The last thing I will say before the spoilers below is that this made me appreciate Pastor Nick on a whole new level.

Spoilers

First off,  Levi’s utter disbelief and confusion with the pastor’s mistake and growing frustration when Nick just did not understand that they weren’t a couple was truly hilarious. Although the way Levi was worrying about Hange so much (which was adorable by the way) and how they always act like a married couple when they are together, I wouldn’t blame the pastor at all for thinking they were married. And actually in a way, the discussion between Pastor Nick and Levi kind of leads to Levi opening up and realizing his feelings for Hange.

When Hange finds out the pastor wants to marry them after he interrupted their couple-like discussion, Levi’s feelings are revealed. This moment made my heart burst because they both knew they loved each other, but the heart-breaking thing was that they simply could not bring themselves to say anything. They both are characters that aren’t good with words as is seen in the series. In the fic, they confess their feelings to each other using actions which I think is something that fits both their character’s perfectly. And they understand each other so they both know what the other means. Seriously though, another one of the most memorable things I’ve ever read is this part: “I’ve always-....she splayed her fingers where her palm rested, directly over his heart.” She couldn’t say it and neither could Levi, but Levi understands what she means and returns the gesture.

I love how Hange says that for them, it was a sort of proposal (my heart was hit with a case of the feels when Levi brought up the idea of having a private marriage ceremony), because Levi and Hange don’t have the luxury of being able to say  “I love you” because of how their world is, but they don’t really need to because what they have is enough for them.

But seriously, Pastor Nick basically caused Levihan to be canon. Thank you Pastor Nick.  (￣ω￣)

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All of Me - by JulyStorms

In this piece, Hange encounters an unconscious Levi while fleeing from Titans. . She fights to keep them alive, and soon Mike arrives to help but he only has enough resources to save one of them.

Let’s just say this piece gave me an overwhelming amount of feels and has one of the most unforgettable scenes that I’ve ever read.

Spoilers

Hange knew she was going to die when she sent Levi with Mike, but she wanted so badly for Levi to survive, and begged Mike to save him. Hange’s desperation for Levi to live was really beautifully written. Man that's true love right there.(T_T) This scene was heartbreaking for me because of Levi’s helplessness. He was so injured that he didn’t have the ability to stop her.  I personally see Levi as a character that strongly desires to have control in his life and I feel like the fact that he couldn’t do anything was devastating to him. 

It hit me hard when Levi lost it after waking up in the medical wing. It was written so that you can hear the raw fear in his voice. He knew she wasn’t alright but he didn’t know what happened. When he found out she was presumed dead he wanted to go back to look for a body. (and her wings) And my lord it was so sad when Levi kept calling out to Hange as if he expected her to respond. That line where he announces she is officially dead; it was written so well because I feel like it shows that Levi is emotionally broken and struggling to retain his normal stoic composure.

The scenes where we see Levi struggling to deal with Hange’s passing are something that feel really impactful. The way I interpreted Levi’s feelings based on my own interpretations of him is that he has been so lonely his whole life that once his loneliness is replaced with feelings of love and comfort that if that were to be taken away from him it would break him, and I think that’s what happened to him when he believed Hange died. 

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Heart-bites - by Huntress_of_Life

This is a parental Levihan fanfiction from Levi’s p.o.v., in which he experiences a type of feeling he doesn’t know how to deal with.

Parental feels are something that really hits home for me. I remember looking for a piece like this for a long time, and this was so perfect, and so beautifully written that I was sobbing by the end of it. (and I don’t cry often) The characterization was just right and Levi’s anxiety and emotions could strongly be felt. Every time I read this piece I swear I start crying or at least tear up.  I won’t say too much about this one, because I think the best way to explain why this is such a beautiful piece is just to go read it.

Spoilers

Levi has dealt with so much loss and pain in his life, that the pure joy he feels when his child is born clashes with his stoic mentality and he thinks something is wrong with his heart. I think the fact that he believes something is wrong with his heart also has to do with the fact that he had an extreme lack of affection as a child. He isn’t used to feelings of love. He is so anxious to confront his feelings, but when he thinks of Hange and their journey together, his walls start coming down, and his heart sings thinking about his new family. 

Once he holds his daughter, he is completely relaxed, because he realizes his anxiety came from wanting to see her so badly. (This is the part where my floodgates broke) At the end Hange wakes up and of course she reads him like an open book, not only because their bond is so strong, but also because I can only imagine how happy Levi would look.

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This piece was one of the most touching and precious things I’ve ever read, omg I’m internally crying just thinking about it

More Cute Levihan Fanfics

I apologize if I don’t have much to say about these, but I love them just as much <3

Never Normal with Us - by WhatHistoryForgets

Another Parental Levihan fic, in which the titans are defeated, and Levi just wants his children to have a normal life. And oh my lord I love this piece because I personally think that since Levi grew up in such terrible conditions that he’d work hard to make his children feel as loved as possible even though he may be pretty awkward about it.

also lmao I thought it was perfect how Erwin is the uncle figure

Turn - by ConfusedMuse

In this piece, Hange and Levi attend a military fundraiser ball and Levi sees a different side of Hange.

Amazing characterization for Hanjo in here

I really hope someone makes fanart of Hange in that uniform

When Forever Rolls on Through, I'll be Holding On to You - by LesboDyke

A piece in which Levi receives Hange’s jacket, and after a tragedy, reads through her journals. This fic ripped my heart out.

Spoilers

They were married ;-;

The way they said goodbye was just so… them. They’re such abnormals.          (｡T ω T｡)  It was perfect and cute and I died.

And then I loved the way Levi just knew something was wrong. I think it’s an Ackerman thing to have the ability to instantly know when their loved ones are in danger.

Another thing is that like in the manga, Hange is non-binary, and I love how when someone refers to Hange as a “she” Levi is quick to correct them. This ties into one of my favorite things about Levihan, (although everything about Levihan is great) that Levi and Hange have so much respect for each other, and that Levi wants to make sure that Hange gets the respect they deserve.

The ending killed me. (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

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Unexpected Fairytales & The Kitten Smith Chronicles - by raisedinthunder

I love raisedinthunder’s writing.  ( ´ ▽ ` ) A ton of perfect fluffy fics to read after a bad day or just after reading a really sad piece. I reread these all the time because my gosh they make me so happy.

Dancing Under a Blue Moon - by Stratagem

Yet another Parental Levihan fic (I love these)

In this fic, Hange and their daughter work together to get Levi to dance with them

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIC WAS PERFECT

I feel like this piece really shows how much Levi’s family means to him. Also, I just wanted to mention that I died immediately when reading the beginning of this piece simply because they described the Levihan family as “The Ackermans” and I think picturing the words “Hange Ackerman” was too much for my heart to handle.

[survivorsupport]

Gasoline&Harmonies

Ever bought something brand new from the store, only to arrive home and tear open the packaging like a salivating canine and find that your freshly acquired and carefully wrapped possession was already cracked, scuffed, shredded? I know that you have, and within that knowledge I am equally as aware (if not more so) of the fact that though your face may or may not have betrayed the holocaust of anger roiling around inside of your chest at your misfortune, the great fire was burning bright and hot.

But I wonder if you know what it is like to realize that the shiny cellophane paper printed with raving reviews of its supposedly phenomenal contents is you, your own body, mind, heart and soul? I wonder, dear one, if you could ever begin to understand what it feels like to have your life inside of a cardboard box sent in the post marked as FRAGILE: HANDLE CAREFULLY, and then crushed mercilessly under someone else’s foot.

Typing this now, my mouth fills with a faint sour taste, one akin to noxious chemical burn searing canker sores that would never fully heal to the roof of my mouth and destroying my esophagus completely. It is a taste that I know, a flavor my palette only encountered once yet never, ever forgot. Gasoline, in a metal cup that you served me in a ditch just far away enough from society that no one could hear me scream, no one could bear total witness to the inhumanity of your callous actions. An inhumanity that was brushed underneath the rug that we never moved when we vacuumed, underneath my bed where I hid my favorite toys, begged of the dust bunnies to watch over them (the way the man they sing the songs about, the reason we dye Easter eggs and eat chocolate bunnies was supposed to watch over me).

 It is not an evil thing, gasoline. Rather it is an incredible accelerate, a catalyst to the inevitable demise of the stratosphere. I thought that my throat must feel exactly the way the ground does as a vehicle speeds over it at 90 miles per hour, burnt rubber. I think that day was when my vocal chords were forever altered in a way so that I no longer could sing beautiful hymns. Irreparable damage done to the tone of my melodies that did not make it so that I was never able to sing again, instead the defamation of my insides and my purity was mutated to a frequency only certain ears can hear.

Sadly, flammable chemicals were not the worst horror I would ultimately bear.

I will not go into detail about the things that took place under the blanket of darkness. An artificial darkness created by off-white walls that mother insisted were painted with actual top-coat and not just a thick layer of primer. A sheet of white color that remains sticky even after it has been drying for an impossible amount of time, an avalanche of snow so cold and lackluster, its ivory body streaked with dirt, caked with mud, and littered with debris. The walls were a color that somehow made even direct sunlight feel like cave darkness, like an eternal winter spent in Alaska.

A single window, above either my bed or yours, my mind’s lockbox has mostly blurred the memory of the iciest, most lonely and hopeless chrysalis my caterpillar alter ego would ever know, icier than any place meant for a creature meant to grow their wings out properly. I was forced into a morbid metamorphosis that irrevocably warped my ability to fly, and while almost the entirety of my essence had transformed into a new being completely, a tiny slice of my heart, mind, body and soul were cryogenically frozen.

There will always be a memory, a whisper of the frost that will never die, that I can never truly kill, no matter how many ways I try. In between my ears is quite a loud and busy place, often as I tell a story the words that I was so sure of a moment before dissipate completely into the foggy layer of my neurological stratosphere that hangs just above my temples, though only on the inside. This fog is not unlike the kind that plagues the Northern Pacific, even on Independence Day the brightest of any and all star rays cannot do any damage beyond faint and miniscule Swiss cheese holes in this pseudo-atmospheric reminder.

Through the fog, I once heard a child’s voice, a lullaby so sweet and delicate I dared not breathe. Faint at first, willfully reasoned away as the wind catching chimes on the front porch on a particularly stormy day. But the soft and supple nursery song then grew to a dull yet cutting roar that could not be drowned out and could never be mistaken. Notes lilting through the tunnels of my nasal cavity, the complete and all-encompassing harmony healing the raw, red, bloody trails that carried oxygen to my brain. I had not realized just how much time had passed since the last clean breath I inhaled had filled me with the human body’s least noticed and yet most sacred necessity. But we tend only to notice oxygen when we are deprived of it. And the way a song on the radio reminds you of a break-up or a road trip, this tune conjures up the feeling of suffocation, tearing in every way possible, skin or soul, or heart. I may be alive, but there is a part of me that knows the way it feels to truly suffocate.

Cracks are okay, they let the light in.

Darling I know your scars, as I’m the one who received them.

My tears fill bottomless wells, somehow you prefer dying of thirst.

I’m sorry you’re throbbing- but I felt the worst.

I know that you love to read, escape to Neverland

where you fight off pirates in your sleep,the floor hasn’t ever met Tinker’s feet

and you grew up nice and balanced

(although if that had happened we’d likely never meet)

Even still you love to scribe, your version of events was how you survived

you wrote infinite alternate endings where I stayed alive.

But please don’t disrespect me, my ashes deserve the memory

of recognizing our travesty, still you choose to live in the desert

sand every way that you can see.

And of course no one ever drowned in the desert, So you wonder how you cannot breathe?

Return with me, for once, though the theme of my lullaby is my pain.

The setting of our horror film, that primer coated bedroom,

filled with such a humid inhumanity-

stealing the last spark from my fading hopeful eyes-

summertime, or hurricane season, no one heard (or at least pretended not to)

the caterpillar’s final cries.

Instead you grew up to hide just like I did, in the folds of the dark blue curtains,

Pink insulation peeking out from behind them, killing the last shred of possibility,

That there could ever be light in this place.

You call that cave a chrysalis- there’s been fiction shelved with fact.

The cold prison where I died (and you grew) was a pupa.

Moths are drawn to the light, For Godsakes, a child would have gotten that right.

Most of my senses are dulled now, as I have worn away my nerves with all the ways I tried to numb wounds that were much too severe for my psyche to bear. The cruelest truth is that my blanket of chemical amnesia ended up taking my capacity for any feeling at all (especially joy) and leaving only the softest whisper of emptiness as my homeostasis. A sound so low that it is felt and not heard, the hiss of the horror haunts me no matter what time of year. I wonder if you know what I mean when I say that every part of who I am disappears in between those ivory lines or dissipates along with supple, serpentine trails of smoke. It is as if the world as I once knew it still exists all around me, present in body. Shades of red and pink muscles stretched across bones, covered in skin and adorned with scars I’ve never seen before and wavy lines on my fingertips that are unique to me, and only me. I know a certain secret that is written within the vices long since tucked in the box labeled “taboo” and hidden in the back of morality’s messy closet.

Visualize a time lapse, mental moving pictures of smoky garages, dried herbs and blown glass, red eyes and a cough so bad that I threw up several times. Then blue footballs and yellow submarines that carried me with velvet arms into a living purgatory, an absence of all memory. Fermented fruits that tasted worse than even the contents of that gas can did and burn just the same way all the way down my body. Ivory lines that numb my tongue and shake the world, then icy ones melted in the most unnatural and revolting igloos. Finally the taste of toasted marshmallows on my tongue, roasted by hand with no stick, instead foil underneath. Does this make you feel uncomfortable, the details of all the awful things I’ve done to because of the awful things you’ve done to me?

I grew into a creature who I wasn’t meant to be, somehow with your filthy hands you changed my very DNA. So, I became a moth instead of a butterfly- and all we seek is light. A moth is desperately pinging from streetlight to strobe-lights, looking for a source that will make up for all the darkness faced alone in that prison. I sought it through every facet I could find. I gave my body, and I gave my mind. I gave my money and I gave my pride. I gave the love I could have saved for myself and I loaded up the rig with it. I traded green papers in parks for bags of white, step into my teacup and spin around all night. That’s all I’ve ever done, is spin, and I don’t know how to stop, a carousel in Hades, attended by my flesh and blood. I can’t remember a time when I did not feel alien, empty.

I would not say you ruined me, as without you I would not exist. Instead you ruined who I might have been, how I might have lived and loved and lost. Certainly, you were the first person to teach me what it felt like to be lost, and I remain that way to this day.

              Our family will not talk about it, Daddy even asked if I made it all up. They still bring you up at holidays, though they know if you’re attending I will not be. You called me on my birthday last year, and I wasn’t even disgusted. I was at a loss, and I still am. I do not know where the story ends of how I lost my innocence. What I do know that it’s my duty every day to live, not as if I have never tasted gasoline, but to use mouth wash every morning, look into my hazel eyes and remember that there is nothing but honor in being a survivor. Every day I remind myself that though my melodies are off-key, they are notes as beautiful as the ones Orpheus played on his lyre, and I feel the singing girl in my head float softly closer and closer to the light. One day soon she will be free, I will be free, and you will be damned to hell, or whatever horrid after-life that you deserve. I sleep well at night now, though I cover my windows with blinds.

[cinedave]

REVIEW: Dunkirk - Nolan’s latest may be his greatest

Why do we choose to remember the worst of times? Out of regret or out of strength? Do we think back on our worst days to be glad they are behind us or because remembering we survived them helps us go forward? Growing up as a Brit it took me a while to understand what people meant when speaking of the, “Dunkirk spirit” that’s supposed to embody us. At first you only see the headline facts of mass retreat and military disaster. Then eventually you start to hear the smaller stories of people rallying together in what seemed like our darkest hour and it hits you. That people refusing to give up against overwhelming odds is something worth remembering and something worth embodying. Even during the war itself Dunkirk was a film making subject (see Their Finest from earlier in this year) but now, through the eyes of Christopher Nolan it gets its biggest screen outing to date. The result is also something worth remembering and may be one of the greatest war films ever produced.

In May 1940 the British army is in full retreat to the French beaches of Dunkirk with the enemy closing in and their path home continually broken by bombings and U-boats. Their miracle came with evacuation from a fleet of civilian vessels. We follow this through the eyes of pilot Farrier (Tom Hardy), private Alex (Harry Styles) and sailor Mr Dawson (Mark Rylance) among others.

First up, I was in fact born and raised in the film’s featured English town of Weymouth.... I’m even writing this barely 400 yards from the filming location. So in that respect I accept that I may have some positive bias towards this film. That said it wasn’t the choice of locations that kept my heart pounding my 90 minutes. This film has an immense and genuinely surprising level of intensity. Once it starts, even in the odd slower scene there really is no let up as the film’s compounding events continual make its characters feel in a state of danger. The threat can and usually does come at any moment in an outstanding thematic representation of hopelessness and adversity faced by those caught with it. In news that will shock exactly... none of you, Hanz Zimmer bullseye’s the soundtrack for a relentlessly nerve-racking score of ticks and throbs that enhances everything on screen.

The intensity is also helped by the film having 3 distinct stories as visually highlight in the opening minutes. One by land, on the beaches of Dunkirk mainly following newcomer Fionn Whitehead’s Tommy as a young soldier trying to get home. Then there’s a second by sea, following the civilian vessel of Rylance’s Mr Dawson, from Weymouth across the channel to France. The third is by air, following Tom Hardy as Spitfire pilot through dog fights and air support against bombings. Nolan delivers frequent and at times rapid cutting between the three to avoid any lapse in momentum. Yet the films big bombs come from the seamless merging of dramatic builds in two or three at a time for a compounding sense of tension and thrills. It’s simplicity of the peril that’s so bloody refreshing in the age of OTT blockbusters. This film has minimal exposition because seeing a Spitfire desperately trying to shoot down a bomber before it reaches a ship, or people frantically trying to escape a sinking vessel is universally captivating.

The bleak and grim visuals are masterfully captured in representation of the low defeated moral. Most of the skies are a mute grey like the British summer outside my window. The lighting feels natural rather than Hollywood manufactured and even among the CG featured open water scenes there’s a feel of consistency. This is in no way an action movie; yet it has some gripping moments of action courtesy of its airborne sections. The slow and clunky of the fighter on fighter combat is never played for spectacle (not once does a hot aircraft explode nor is there an emphasis on fancy manoeuvres) but it achieves spectacle through its immersive camerawork. Neither is Dunkirk afraid to get dark as shows the extent of survival desperation. It nails the balance of allowing some characters to briefly become antagonists without vilifying them.

In terms of bad points, although there is some pay off to it, the non-linear narrative felt out of place within the film. The events of the three stories don’t happen entirely in order which does lead to some points of confusion and could have been delivered better. There are also a few points where even the film’s sparser dialogue is treading on its own messages. Its visual storytelling is so strong that sometimes hearing a character vocalise things feels like it’s deliberately dumbing itself down. While of course Dunkirk should keep itself accessible to a wider audience, a little more faith in them would have avoided this.

Despite many cast members being unnamed and depicted as a face amongst a crowd, Dunkirk does boast a stellar ensemble. A media focus during the film’s production was the casting of pop star Harry Styles and whether or not he could actually act. The answer is a resounding yes and even One Direction loathers will find themselves impressed. The Nolan familiars of Tom Hardy and Cillian Murphy acquit themselves well with Murphy particularly impressing with his depiction of shell shock. However, the medal of “most likely to get the awards nomination” goes to Mark Rylance. In truth the film shows little civilian involvement other than aboard Rylance’s small boat. He carries that entire theme on his shoulders and he does it magnificently.

While I found this film to be a thoroughly captivating, moving and rewarding viewing experience I can’t give it a universal recommendation. If you’re not in the mood to take something seriously you will not enjoy this film and would be much better off seeing Spiderman or Planet of the Apes instead. If you’re looking for a film that will leave you emotionally drained yet uplifted then Dunkirk will do you proud. It’s Nolan’s showing he hasn’t forgotten the roots of his early films in the blockbuster phase of his career. See and remember that sometimes surviving is enough.

[itsiotrecords-blog]

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A great many celebrities lead charmed lives. They can enjoy the finer things such as fast cars, expensive jewelry, and sprawling mansions. A lot of them have personal assistants and hangers-on that are at their beck and call. Of course, one of the perks that some of the biggest stars have is the ability to hook up with almost anyone at any time. Warren Beatty, Charlie Sheen, and Jack Nicholson are just a few of the many male stars that have been with more beautiful women than the average guy can ever dream of. It doesn’t matter if you are a young heart-throb or a past-your-prime senior citizen. If you are a star then you can fulfill your lustful fantasies. There is an obvious double standard that exists though. If you are a male star that is running around town with a new girl every night then you are considered a stud. If you are a woman that does the same thing then you are referred to in more colorful and less flattering terms. These derogatory monikers have been applied to such female celebrities as Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton, and even Taylor Swift. Female celebrities canoodling with multiple men is nothing new. Vintage starlets like Jean Harlow and Grace Kelly were notorious for their legendary sexual appetites and ever-changing partners long before today’s promiscuous female personalities were at it. Here are the 19 female celebs who’ve hooked up with the most gents around Hollywood.

#1 Angelina Jolie Angelina Jolie is far from the most salacious character on this list but she’s still been around the block a time or two and with her new-found single status we can be sure that she will go around a couple more times before all is said and done. She was first married to Jonny Lee Miller from 1996-1999. During that time she was also apparently spending the night together with Mick Jagger, Timothy Hutton, and Jenny Shimizu. She then wed Billy Bob Thornton from 2000-2003 while at the same time being linked to Antonio Banderas and Nicolas Cage. She enjoyed the single life for a few years by hooking up with Val Kilmer, Jared Leto, and a guy you’ll see mentioned several times on this list, Colin Farrell. We then had Brangelina but that’s over now. Who’s up next?

#2 Pamela Anderson No list of Hollywood harlots would be complete without having Pamela Anderson on it but, believe it or not, her exploits are far tamer than most others on this list. She was discovered by accident when a cameraman at a football game in Vancouver zoomed in her as she sat in the crowd. She was seen on the Jumbotron and was immediately hired as a spokesmodel. This led to modelling which led to Playboy which led to bit parts in television shows and eventually to her breakout starring role in the Baywatch television series. She dated Mario Van Peebles, John Peters, Eric Nies, Scott Baio, David Charvet, and Vince Neil before marrying Tommy Lee of Motley Crue in 1995. After that marriage broke up she hooked up with Bret Michaels, Kelly Slater, Steven Dorff, some guy named Jamie Padgett, and Criss Angel. She also managed to squeeze in a short romance with Kid Rock. After marrying and divorcing Rick Salomon in 2015, Pamela is looking for her next conquest.

#3 Eva Longoria 42-year-old Eva Longoria landed a few bit parts on television beginning in 1999 before she got her big break with her role of Gabrielle Solis on Desperate Housewives. She has since appeared in dozens of movies and television shows as well as racking up a few producer credits. She’s also gone through quite a few different guys. Her first marriage to Tyler Christopher lasted from 2002 until 2004. She married Tony Parker in 2007 but that union fell apart in 2011 after the dark-haired beauty found several incriminating text messages on his phone. She is presently married to Jose Antonio Baston. She has also been in relationships with J.C. Chasez, Hayden Christensen, Eduardo Cruz, and Ernesto Arguello. She is rumored to have had a fling with Mark “Butt Fumble” Sanchez too.

#4 Jennifer Lopez J.Lo got some much-needed exposure as a Fly Girl in the television comedy In Living Color. She decided to pursue an acting career and she got a good break when she was given the lead in the movie Selena. She then began a recording career and she has never looked back. She is one of the most recognized faces in Hollywood. With all of the work that she does, it is hard to believe that she has found time to get involved with so many guys. She has been married to Ojani Noa, Cris Judd, and Marc Anthony but all of her marriages ended in divorce. She is presently dating Alex Rodriguez. She was once engaged to Ben Affleck but things didn’t pan out. Jenny from the block has tangled with Drake, Beau Casper Smart, Sean Combs, Wesley Snipes, and Chris Paciello as well as Maksim Chmerkovskiy, Bradley Cooper, and Rodrigo Santoro.

#5 Lindsay Lohan For someone who is just 30 years old, Lindsay Lohan has compiled an excessively long list of lovers. The ex-Disney starlet has been involved in relationships with both men and women including Aaron Carter, Jamie Dornan, Robbie Williams, and Heath Ledger. She has a soft spot for the older dudes as shown by her tumbles in the hay with Benicio Del Toro, Floyd Mayweather Jr., and Mr. Die Hard Bruce Willis. When she was in her early 20s she apparently had flings with James Franco, Jared Leto, Joaquin Phoenix, Jude Law, James Blunt, Gerard Butler, and Seth Rogen. Of course, Justin Timberlake, Criss Angel, and Colin Farrell got in on the action too as did Ryan Phillippe, Jason Segel, Orlando Bloom, and 50 Cent. There are literally dozens of Hollywood stars linked to LiLo. It’s not the size of the list that is so amazing as much as the fact that she hasn’t had any children yet.

#6 Jada Pinkett Smith This 45-year-old actress/singer/dancer saw her star rise in the early 90s with small television roles. She garnered a lot of attention when she was featured in The Nutty Professor in 1996. She began a singing career in 2002. She has been married to actor Will Smith for 2 decades but before she settled down with the Fresh Prince, Jada had romances with Tupac Shakur, Wesley Snipes, and ex-NBA player Grant Hill. She has described her marriage as “open”, which means that they both get to sleep around. There are also rumors circulating that Will is, in fact, bisexual and the marriage is in trouble. To add fuel to the fire, there were printed stories that Jada was caught in the sack with Marc Anthony. It is hard to separate the wheat from the chaff when it comes to the many rumors that surround this couple but the one sure fact is that it is a bizarre relationship.

#7 Megan Fox 31-year-old Megan Fox is one the world’s biggest sex symbols. The actress and model landed bit parts in television before landing a role in the movie Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen in 2004. Her big break happened in 2007 when she landed the part of Mikaela Banes in Transformers. She got hot and heavy with her co-star Shia LaBeouf. She also had relationships with Ben Leahy and David Gallagher in the early 2000s. In 2010, Fox married Brian Austin Green of Beverly Hills 90210 and Desperate Housewives fame. They have been together ever since. Despite being in several relationships, Megan Fox maintains that she has had sex with just 2 guys and has never entertained the thought of a one-night-stand. Yeah, right. She has also hinted that she is bisexual.

#8 Jessica Biel Jessica Biel got her start in the television show 7th Heaven in which she cultivated a wholesome image in her role of Mary Camden. She has gone on to star in a string of movies such as Ulee’s Gold, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Rules of Attraction, and Total Recall. She is currently filming her 33rd movie, Shock and Awe. Biel has been married to Justin Timberlake since 2012 and they have one child. Prior to settling down with JT, Jessica had her share of hot dates with the likes of Adam LaVorgna, Chris Evans, and Derek Jeter. We aren’t sure if the ex-Yankee left her a gift basket. It is also widely believed that she had a torrid romance with Gerard Butler as the two were seen cozying up in 2011.

#9 Demi Moore After her appearances in Blame it on Rio, St. Elmo’s Fire, and About Last Night…, Demi Moore became a household name. While she has been in a few flops, Demi has landed some great roles over her 30+ years in the business. She has landed her share of men too. The brunette married Freddy Moore back in 1980 but the two split after just 4 years. Moore and Emilio Estevez were engaged but they broke up in 1987 which led to her much-publicized marriage to Bruce Willis. That lasted 11 years before dissolving. She made headlines in 2005 when she married Ashton Kutcher but the fairy-tale romance ended in 2013. Demi has been intimate with many other guys like Dweezil Zappa, Brad Pitt, Owen Wilson, Tobey Maguire, and Alex Rodriguez among others. Of course, Colin Farrell got in there too.

#10 Mariah Carey This voluptuous diva has been in the spotlight for nearly 30 years and she has been the subject of many men’s fantasies. She may be in her late forties but she has maintained a bubbly and youthful appearance. Who cares if she has a good plastic surgeon? Mariah has put smiles on quite a few guys and we don’t mean with her singing or acting. She has been married to Tommy Mottola and Nick Cannon but she has a long list of others that she has been intimately linked to Christian Monzon, Mark Sudak, Erik Benet, and Mr. Gift Basket Derek Jeter. It is thought that she has hooked up with Eminem, Trey Songz and Stevie J. It has been reported that she is currently dating Bryan Tanaka. She sure gets around!!

#11 Alyssa Milano Milano hit it big in the 80s sitcom Who’s The Boss in which she played Tony Danza’s daughter, Samantha. She parlayed that role into a very successful career on the big screen as well as television. She’s also been around the block a couple of times when it comes to hooking up. She dated Kirk Cameron, Corey Feldman, Corey Haim, David Arquette, Jonathan Silverman, Eric Nies, Scott Wolf, Jason Behr, Jimmy Federico, Justin Timberlake, Brian Krause, and lots of others including Mark Wahlberg. She must have tired of actors because she began a string of relationships with Major League Baseball pitchers Carl Pavano, Barry Zito, and Brad Penny. She was briefly married to singer Cinjun Tate but that union lasted just one year. She is currently married to David Bugliari. Hilariously enough, she wore white on her wedding day.

#12 Cameron Diaz Vincent D’Onofrio, Carlos De La Torre, Matt Dillon, Robbie Williams, Justin Timberlake, Jude Law, Kelly Slater, and Keanu Reeves are just some of the Hollywood stars that Cameron Diaz has had a romantic involvement with. She has also been linked to Alex Rodriquez, Sean “Puffy” Combs, and Tyrese Gibson. There’s something about Cameron! The Charlie’s Angels star is rumored to have had flings with Seth McFarlane, Maroon 5’s Adam Levine, Gerard Butler, Bradley Cooper, Ed Norton, Djimon Hounsou, Vince Neil, and Mr. Magic himself, Criss Angel. The blonde was engaged to Jared Leto back in 2002-2003 but things just didn’t seem to work out and the couple went their separate ways. She finally settled down in 2015 when she married Good Charlotte guitarist Benji Madden in Beverley Hills. We’ll see how long that lasts before she starts adding more notches to her bedpost. She’s only 44 so she has plenty of time.

#13 Halle Berry Halle Berry has been a fixture on the big screen since 1991 when she was given a small part in Jungle Fever. She has been in dozens of movies since including the X-Men franchise, Monster’s Ball, and Catwoman in which she looked especially hot. She’s been involved in several relationships. She married baseball player David Justice in the early 90s. That romance made headlines after accusations of domestic abuse. The two split in 1997. The smoking hot Halle married Eric Benet in 2011 but that matchup ended with divorce. She entered into a 5-year relationship with Gabriel Aubry before getting married for a third time to Oliver Martinez. In between her marriage, Berry has been romantically involved with Kevin Costner, Wesley Snipes, Christopher Williams and several others. Rumor has it she got down with Eddy Murphy too.

#14 Dolly Parton When people think of Dolly Parton, the first thing that comes to mind is her titanic vocal cords that have been belting out hits for decades. The curvaceous country singer has been married since 1966. Her husband, Carl Dean, has kept himself out of the public eye and is rarely seen with Dolly. He tends to stay home while Parton is on the road. This opens a lot of opportunities for infidelity. Although Parton has maintained a clean image, she has admitted to straying. She just hasn’t named names but it is widely believed that she has had affairs with band leader Gregg Perry, Sylvester Stallone, and Burt Reynolds. She has denied allegations of a lesbian affair with her assistant Judy Ogle. She is also rumored to have been involved with Billy Ray Cyrus and is Miley’s Godmother.

#15 Pink Alecia Moore, otherwise known as Pink, hit the scene in 2000 with her debut album Can’t Take Me Home. As it turns out, you actually can take her home and several guys have. The animal rights activist and LGBT supporter may have settled down after marrying Carey Hart in 2006 but she got around before hooking up with him. Actually, she may still get around as the two are allegedly in one of those “open” marriages. She is rumored to have gotten it on with Motley Crue drummer and all-around bad boy Tommy Lee as well as Anthony Criss. Todd Morse got the party started with her and Pink has even been romantically linked to women. Apparently, it just took an ice cream cone for Joey Fatone to briefly win her over.

#16 Jayne Mansfield Here is another blonde bombshell that packed a whole lotta love into a very short period of time. Jane Mansfield was one of the biggest sex symbols of the 50s and 60s and she loved to flaunt her best assets. She was 21 years old when she appeared on screen in her first film in 1955 and her last role came in 1967 just prior to her tragic death. She did a lot more than movies during her 12-year run. She had lots of sex with lots of guys. Her first marriage to Paul Mansfield lasted from 1950 to 1958 but she also found time during this period to canoodle with Clint Eastwood, Steve Cochran, George Jessel, and a host of others. After another infidelity-filled marriage to Mickey Hargitay, she married Matt Cimber in 1964 but she soon ran off with her attorney. Colin Farrell would have really loved her.

#17 Marilyn Monroe Marilyn Monroe is probably one of Hollywood’s most famous sex symbols. She was just a teenager when she began modelling in 1944. This led to film work and she was soon a star. By the early 50s, she was all over the big screen in roles that cultivated her image as a blonde bimbo. Her off-screen life was legendary as she was romantically linked to dozens of powerful figures like Howard Hughes, mobster Sam Giancana, and John and Bobby Kennedy. She bedded an impressive roster of Hollywood actors like Frank Sinatra, Marlon Brando, Uncle Miltie, Dean Martin, and Yul Brenner. Robert Mitchum, Eddie Fisher, James Dean, and John Huston. She got it on her a few women too including Elizabeth Short, otherwise known as the Black Dahlia. She had dozens of intimate relationships before she died at the age of 36. Some like it hot. Marilyn sure did!

#18 Joan Crawford Joan Crawford is one of the silver screen’s biggest names ever. Her film career started in 1925 during the silent era and by 1930 she was one of the industry’s most recognizable names. She was in over 80 films over a 45-year span. She was also in over 80 relationships. She was married several times but she had all sorts of lovers on the side. Walter Winchel, Spencer Tracy, Rudy Vallee, Cesar Romero, Jackie Cooper, Humphrey Bogart, and Robert Mitchum are just scratching the surface. She even bedded Howard Hughes. You can also put down Claudette Colbert, Dorothy Arzner, Barbara Stanwyck, and allegedly Marilyn Monroe as well. That’s right!! She liked women too. Other notable Hollywood heavyweights like Kirk Douglas, Cary Grant, and Gary Cooper found their way into her arms. She even straightened out Rock Hudson in 1953.

#19 Tallulah Bankhead Tallulah isn’t the most famous name on the list of 15 female celebs who’ve hooked up with the most gents around Hollywood but she might be one of the most notorious sex fiends. She appeared in many Broadway shows, movies, and on television. She is also well-known to have had an insatiable sexual appetite that led to numerous encounters with some of the most famous men and women in Hollywood. She was involved with no less than 68 partners including Errol Flynn, Louis Armstrong, Yul Brenner, Groucho Marx, Burgess Meredeth, and Humphrey Bogart as well as Jimmy Durante, Chico Marx, John Barrymore, and Douglas Fairbanks. She is even rumored to have had a fling with Winston Churchill. She was married between 1937 and 1941 but, let’s face it, Tallulah wasn’t really a one-man kind of gal.

Source: TheRichest

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The Daily Tulip – International News From Around The World 

 Sunday 14th May 2017 

Good Morning Gentle Reader….  Well our journey round the sun has finally brought us back to the weather we are used to in southern Spain, Bella my intrepid partner and I set out this morning under a night sky filled with millions and millions of stars, together we watched shooting stars streak across Africa, their detritus leaving a sparkling trail of star dust for all that were up as early as me to see.. the cold wind we have had has gone replaced by a warm wind from the Sahara Desert, bringing with it an abundance of exotic smells.. and some not so exotic!.... We have a large Fun Fair/Fairia/Carnival in town and the sound of the music is still throbbing at 4am as we walk towards the sea rather than towards to entertainment, and the inebriated people that always gather at such venues, prudence in my motto..   we finally found our way back to the house and the fresh coffee in the pot... 

MEN-ONLY ISLAND SET FOR UNESCO WORLD HERITAGE STATUS…. A Japanese island where women are not allowed to set foot has been recommended for listing as a UNESCO World Heritage site. Okinoshima in south-western Japan only allows men to visit for religious reasons, the Asahi Shimbun newspaper reports. Even then, visitors are not allowed to bring back any souvenirs to the mainland, not even a blade of grass, the paper says. It has been recommended for World Heritage status by an advisory panel, with a final decision to be made at a UNESCO meeting in July. The home to the Munakata Taisha Okitsumiya shrine, which honours a goddess of the sea, Okinoshima was the site of rituals for the safety of ships, and successful exchanges with the people of the Korean Peninsula and China between the fourth and ninth centuries, the Japan Times says. Religious taboos still persist on the island, and - as well as the ban on women - male visitors are first required to strip naked and perform a cleansing ritual, and must never disclose the details of their trip. "Those are issues that will have to be dealt with if the listing goes ahead," Asahi Shimbun says, noting that tourism would surely become a factor in Okinoshima's near future. However, there's currently little chance of the gender bar being lifted. "Our stance will remain unchanged even if it's registered in the World Heritage list," a Munakata Taisha official told the Mainichi Daily, "We'll continue to strictly regulate visits to the island." 

POO PROTEST' AGAINST NEW ZEALAND GOVERNMENT…. A campaign group in New Zealand has turned to the infamous staple of social media conversations - the poo emoji - to make its point to the government about its handling of the environment. Protesters from the Action Station group launched 50 inflatable poo emojis onto Lake Ohakuri on the Waikato River near to where the ruling National Party was holding a conference, to highlight new standards which it says would mean more contaminants in freshwater, the New Zealand Herald reports. The group claims that the proposed new standards would not improve water quality, and would instead result in "more poo and wee in the water" - hence the emoji-based protest. "We decided to have some fun with the emojis to illustrate our point, but this is not a light hearted issue," campaigner Laura O'Connell-Rapira told the paper. The proposed new standards, announced in February, are part of what environment minister Nick Smith says is an ambitious plan to make 90% of New Zealand's rivers swimmable by 2040, the Stuff.co.nz website says. However, environmentalists say the government has "shifted the goalposts" by basing water cleanliness on the amount of E.coli contamination, meaning that a "clean" river could still contain dangerous quantities of faecal matter containing other harmful bacteria. It's not the first time that the New Zealand water standards policy has made the news. In March, one campaigner publicly challenged environment minister Nick Smith to a boxing match next to a polluted water hole which is now classed as suitable for swimming under the new measures. The loser had to "frolic in the water hole for no less than five minutes", the challenge, published in a newspaper advert, said. The Action Station campaigners are now selling their inflatables, but say they'll be back with another similar stunt in Wellington Harbour. 

 TOURIST ATTACKED BY KOMODO DRAGON IN INDONESIA…. A tourist has been attacked by a Komodo dragon in Indonesia's East Nusa Tenggara province. Park rangers said the incident was "the first in the past five years". Native to a small group of Indonesian islands, Komodo dragons are the world's largest lizards and have venomous bites. The 50-year-old victim, identified as Singaporean Lon Lee Alle, had reportedly ignored warnings not to get too close to take pictures. He was then "severely bitten" on his left leg. "A Komodo doesn't like to be disturbed when eating. He must have been too close," Komodo National Park chief Sudiyono told the Jakarta Post. Mr Sudiyono said the incident had taken place away from designated safe areas identified by park rangers. "The tourist had stayed with locals for three days to save costs," he said. "Never risk your safety by staying with locals and watching Komodo dragons without an official guide, for the sake of your budget." After sustaining a bloody wound, Mr Alle was whisked away from the crowds and rushed by military speed boat to a nearby medical centre. He is currently receiving treatment. 

 WHY CATWALK HIJABS ARE UPSETTING SOME MUSLIM WOMEN…. There's a growing number of fashion brands and multinational companies showcasing women wearing an Islamic headscarf. But, for various reasons, some women from Muslim backgrounds aren't happy with the trend. Dolce and Gabbana, H&M, Pepsi, Nike: just a few of the big brands putting women wearing a hijab - a traditional Islamic headscarf - front and centre in advertising campaigns. The hijab has long been a contentious topic of conversation; feminists, religious conservatives, secularists are some of the online communities that have engaged in passionate debate about what it represents. But this time, online and using social media, it's some Muslim women who are questioning the use of such images. Tasbeeh Harwees, a journalist, recently wrote in the online magazine Good about a recent viral Pepsi advert starring Kendall Jenner. The advertisement was controversial because of its alleged trivialisation of street protests - but some Muslim women took issue for a different reason, the casting of a hijab-wearing woman who photographs the rally. "A multi-billion dollar company was using the image of a Muslim woman to project an image of progressiveness that it may not necessarily live up to," Harwees tells BBC Trending radio. 

 HOW MANY TIMES A MONTH DO YOU HAVE SEX?.... We live in one of the most sexually liberated times of human history. Access to new technologies over the past 40 years, whether it is the contraceptive pill, or dating apps such as Grindr and Tinder, have opened a new world of possibilities. As the sexual revolution of the 1970s matured, societal norms shifted with it, with increasing acceptance of homosexuality, divorce, pre-marital sex, and alternative relationships such as polyamory and swinging. Despite this, research suggests that we’re actually having less sex now than we have for decades. On average, Americans had sex nine fewer times per year in the early 2010s compared to the late 1990s – a 15% drop In March, American researchers Jean Twenge, Ryne Sherman and Brooke Wells published an article in the Archives of Sexual Behavior showing that Americans were having sex on average nine fewer times per year in the early 2010s compared to the late 1990s – a 15% drop from 62 times a year to just 53. The declines were similar across gender, race, region, educational level and work status, with married people reporting the most significant drops. While it could be easy to dismiss this as a one-off, or a symptom of the challenges of researching people’s sex lives, this is another point in a growing trend across the world. In 2013, the National Survey of Sexual Attitudes and Lifestyles (Natsal) found that British people between ages 16 and 44 had sex just under five times per month. This was a drop from the previous survey, released in 2000, where men were recorded to have sex 6.2 times a month, and women 6.3 times. In 2014 the Australian National Survey of Sexual Activity showed that people in heterosexual relationships were having sex on average 1.4 times per week, down from 1.8 times 10 years earlier. The situation is perhaps most severe in Japan, where recent data has shown that 46% of women and 25% of men between the ages of 16 and 25 ‘despise’ sexual contact. 

 Well Gentle Reader I hope you enjoyed our look at the news from around the world this, Sunday morning… 

 Our Tulips today are Red... Very Red... 

 A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Sunday 14th May 2017 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona… 

 All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in ….. 

Be safe out there… 

 Robert McAngus