#AHA filth hours

[builtbykittie]

Merry Christmas, darling

D.R.W x f!reader x J.T.K

Summary: your boyfriend Danny takes notice of how one of his closest friends have piqued your interest and gives you the perfect Christmas gift.

Warnings: 18+, some alcohol consumption, mentions of marijuana, SMUT, threesome(m x f x m), masturbation, orgasm denial, edging, fingering, oral(m & f rec), dirty talk, unprotected sex, slight cock warming, just pure filth.

Words: roughly 6.6k

A/N: happy holidays and merry Christmas to those who celebrate!!! For the holidays, I present to you a filthy Janny fic. (Disclaimer this fic does not have any Jake and Danny scenes. It is strictly Janny x reader!) Enjoy♥️

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"Daniel?" You shout to your boyfriend from your bedroom, rummaging through your closet in just a tiny little lace bra and mini skirt.

"What baby?" Danny comes walking out from the bathroom where he was getting ready, clad in a tight-fitted turtle neck and black jeans. You flip around, your eyes widening at the sight of him "Do you know where that red-ish sweater of yours is?"

"Gotta be more specific than that babe, I own like a thousand," he snickers, languidly stepping towards you. "Oh come on. You know, the one with the dark blue stripe running through it... And it has the flower things in the stripe?" You whine, smoothing your hands over his chest as he approaches you.

"Oh yeah, it should be in there, did you look hard enough?" Danny steps closer to the closet, tossing around some hangers until "aha. Found it."

"Wow. Guess I didn't. Thanks love," you blush, taking it from him and lifting yourself slightly to place a peck on his lips before sliding it on your body. "You look gorgeous, baby," Danny tucks a loose string of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheeks and kissing your forehead. Your cheeks flush red and you can't hold back the smile growing on your lips "Daniel have you even seen yourself? You look incredible."

"What's with the good lingerie, baby?" Danny smiles "thought you only wore these for special events."

"Well, it is a Christmas party. That's gotta be a little special," you walk over to the end of your bed and grab your heels, stumbling as you put them on.

"What time does the party start again?" You slip off into the bathroom to touch up your makeup and hair. "Well," you hear Danny huff a laugh "it actually started about 20 minutes ago." Not bad, especially for you two. One of the only bad things about you two being together is that you're both bad with time.

"Okay well, I'm ready if you are," you quickly reapply your favorite lipstick and fix an awkward curl in your hair with your finger. Walking out of the bathroom, you quickly grab your purse and phone off your bed "We're lucky it didn't start almost an hour ago... Like last time."

"That wasn't even our fault," Danny laughs "You ready, beautiful?" You laugh and walk up to him, letting him sling his arm around your shoulder "I told you I was."

"Are you sure you're gonna be warm enough?" Danny pulls you even closer to him as you two start to walk out the door. "Mhm. The party is inside anyway," you lean your head into him, soaking up his warmth and breathing in his intoxicating scent.

As you two approach the car, he moves his hand to the small of your back, opening the door for you and helping you in. You quickly set up the aux as soon as Daniel starts the car, putting your playlist on shuffle and letting whatever song play.

"I have a gift for you, sweetheart. I think you'll love it," he doesn't look at you, keeping his eyes on the road. "Oh yeah? I bet I could guess," you challenge, reaching over and playing with his hair.

"Hm.. I highly doubt that," a smug smile grows on his lips, still never once glancing in your direction. A grin plays on your face "is that so?"

"Mhm."

"Is it that record I've been wanting?"

"Nope."

"The necklace?"

"Nuh uh."

"Yeah I got nothing else," you frown, turning back to face the road.

The drive is relatively short, luckily Jakes's house wasn't too far from your own. Usually, Josh would host, but the responsibility was handed to his fancy-pants twin this year.

Josh's parties were typically more put together and bustling with people, Jake's, on the other hand, were a little more reserved than that. Josh's were always packed full, from musicians he'd become friends with over the years to close friends and family. Jake's are mostly close friends and family, with a good amount of exceptions.

"I gotta talk to Jake once we get inside. You okay on your own for a little? I'll find you right after," Danny opens the door for you, shutting it and locking the car after you slip out of the seat. You quirk a brow at his words but don't think much of it "Mhm. Just make it quick."

"It won't take long at all baby, I promise," Danny kisses your head, his hand on the small of your back as he walks you through the door. Sam, standing in the hallway and talking to someone hidden behind a wall, spots you two immediately. "Hey! Look who arrived!" Sam starts to strut toward you, followed by Jake walking out from behind the wall. Oh, Jake.

Of course, you loved Danny more than anything and anyone, but every now and then you'd find yourself waking up to dreams of Jake's hands between your thighs. You're filled with guilt, sometimes to the point of going out of your way to avoid Jake. But who could blame you? You've been to a few of their shows, You've seen how Jake plays. The way his fingers dance across the fretboard, how he looks all hot and sweaty, the way he draws high-pitched wails out of his guitar.

You shake the thoughts from your head, bringing yourself back to reality. "Hey, Sam!" Holding your arms out for a hug, Sam happily accepts. "Hi, Y/N," Jake grins, taking you into a side hug. "Hello, Jacob. Merry Christmas," you match his energy with a smile.

"Well, finding him was easy, huh?" You grin, turning to face Daniel "I'll catch up with you soon, love." You give him a peck before letting them slip off to another area of the house.

"What was that?" Sam tilts his head, holding his cup up in their direction. "I dunno. Danny said he had to talk to Jake, I thought you might've known," you brush it off, seriously not thinking anything at all. "That's interesting. I'll have to get an answer out of him later."

"I can't believe your own brother didn't tell you his plans," you laugh, playfully slapping his bicep. "Is Josh here?" Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you scan around the room for that ray of sunshine everybody loves.

"Yeah, actually he came early to help get ready. He should be around here somewhere," Sam tries to figure out where his brother may be. "No way, Josh?" You jest "Well I'm gonna go look for him... and maybe get a drink. I'll talk to you later Sammy."

Making a beeline straight to the kitchen, you almost instantly hear that familiar voice. You're unsure where it's coming from until you hear that same voice call your name in front of you.

"Josh!" You watch as his face instantly lights up, quickly making his way through the room towards you. "It's so good to see you! How're you liking the party?" He smiles, that big wide grin you've grown to love.

"Merry Christmas, Josh! It's really nice, you guys did so good. The place looks beautiful," you take him into a hug, careful not to spill his drink on his white sweater. Josh quickly quirks a brow and looks behind you "Where's Daniel?"

"With Jake," you smile, "he told me he had to talk to him about something. Do you know what this is about?" Josh's brows knit together "nope."

"You're telling me neither of them told you or Sam?" You give Josh a dubious look, planting your hands on your hips. "I mean Jake had been acting smug but we had no idea Y/N I promise. Maybe it's a surprise," he playfully shakes your arm "You want a drink?"

"Yes please," you smile, pulling your phone from your purse and opening whatever app you set your eyes on first.

Taking a break from scrolling, you look around, searching for any sign of Danny and Jake. "Here," Josh approaches you, holding out a cup for you. "Thanks, Josh," you take it from him with a grin, bringing it up to your lips. It's not too strong, but it still burns as it goes down your throat, Josh knows you well.

You stand there and happily let Josh wrap you into one of his long and sometimes painful conversations, that is until Danny comes up from behind you, gently driving his fingers into your sides and scaring the shit out of you.

"God- damnit Danny!" You whine, slapping his chest. "Sorry. It was really funny though," Daniel laughs through his words, pulling the strap of your purse back over your shoulder.

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Almost two hours of listening to the same couple of Christmas songs, one blunt, and three or four glasses of Jake's fine champagne and red wine later, you seemed to have lost sight of your inhibitions.

In Jake's basement, you take turns laying your head on the Kiszka brothers' and your boyfriend's shoulders as they take turns at pool.

Daniel walks up to you, that big wide smug grin plastered across his face as Jake patronizes his brothers for losing at the table. "Hey, Y/N? Can we talk, baby?"

"Uh yeah," you sit up, your brows knitted together in confusion. You let Danny take your arm and drag you through the house, sifting through every affair in your head as he takes you up the stairs.

"Daniel what is this about? Is something wrong?" He doesn't respond, taking you straight through the house and up another set of stairs, leading up to the bedrooms.

Once you realize where you're going, a smirk grows on your lips and your heartbeat speeds up significantly. Daniel backs you into a room, turning on the light just a little with Jake's fancy light 'switch'.

"Y/N, will you sit down for me?" He gestures to the large sofa chair beside the bed, you can tell he's holding back a smirk. "Danny-" he cuts you off.

Kneeling in front of you, his sweet eyes stare into yours "Y/N, remember that gift I had for you?" You nod, flashing him a confused smile. "I know you like Jake, baby," Danny reaches his arm up to move your hair out of your face and cup your hot cheek.

"What?" You feel your entire body flush. You didn't think he knew, how could he know? You don't even like him like that. "Don't act like you don't know, Y/N. I'm not mad."

A horrible feeling manifests it's way into your stomach and swirls around there. You know you shouldn't, but you can't help but feel guilty. It's just attraction, nothing more.

"Danny it's-" once again, he cuts you off. "I told you I'm not mad, sweetheart. I've seen the way you look at him. I know you want to fuck him."

"I mean yeah he's attractive but I like you, Daniel" you fidget with your own hands, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with him. "I know, I trust you sweet girl. I just want you to admit to me that you want to fuck him."

"Daniel, are you serious?" With furrowed brows, you watch him stand up and lean against the wall. "Yes. Be a good girl and tell me."

You huff a humorless laugh and drop your head to look at your lap. "Fine. Yes, Daniel. I want to fuck Jake."

"Atta girl. See how easy that was? Now tell me what about him you like," as he speaks, he removes his belt, his eyes dark and eager. You look at him with an annoyed expression, opening your mouth to protest but letting it die there once you realize he's not gonna drop it.

"Well," you decide to play into it. Have a little fun with it. You knew it was gonna lead to him fucking you either way. "You know how he gets all sweaty and his hair sticks to his neck at the concerts?"

The corners of his mouth tip up to form a smirk, nodding to tell you to continue as he starts to palm his cock through the denim. "And his hands.. the way they can move so fast across the frets and strings."

"His pretty mouth... Oh, and the way he practically fucks his-" Suddenly, the door opens. Your head instantly whips in that direction, eyes widening as you watch Jake walk through the door. With dark eyes trained directly on you, he slams the door behind him and locks it.

"Y/N, baby," Danny takes a languid step towards you, kneeling down in front of you once again. "Me and Jake have been talking about this for a while now. Will you let us fuck you, pretty girl?"

Your eyes blow wide, you want to pinch yourself and wake up, but this is all very real. "A-are you sure?" You squeak out, as quiet as a mouse. "Are you, love?" Jake leans against the bedpost, those dark eyes burning holes into your skin.

"Yes."

"Let us hear you say it, princess," Danny holds your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Yes, please fuck me."

"Merry Christmas, darling," a sick smirk plays on Jake's lips as he slowly removes his belt. "Danny, why don't you sit down while I take care of your sweet girl here?"

"So this was that gift you had for me?" You grin, standing up and kissing him before walking over to Jake, standing pretty by the bed. "Hey princess," Jake grabs your waist, pulling you into him and instantly laying kisses to your neck.

It feels wrong, yet so right. You reach your arms out, grasping onto his hair and pulling him into you with a breathy moan. "Fuck, you see that, Daniel? So eager..."

A deep groan rumbles up from Danny's chest as he continues to tease himself, running one hand up and down his thigh while he palms himself with the other. "Come sit on my lap, baby," Jake sits down on the bed, rubbing his palm against his thigh, signaling you to sit.

Following him, you sit on his lap, now facing your boyfriend. Jake's calloused hands snake around your body as he nips at and places open mouth kisses to your neck. One of his hands sneaks under the hem of your sweater, his rough hand moving up your abdomen.

Jake's other hand runs up and down your thigh, teasing you as it comes so close to your heat. He could tell you wanted it, the way your body stiffened once his hand just grazed against your panties under your skirt while the other cups your breast.

"Y/N, baby, how bad do you want me to touch your wet little pussy? Tell me, darling. Be honest," his rough fingers kneading the meat of your inner thigh. "Please touch me, Jake. I need it so bad," you practically moan, your hips involuntarily jutting forward once his fingers just barely touch your wet panties.

"Oh yeah? You wanna fuck my fingers, doll?" Jake's hand runs along the damp lace, applying almost no pressure. You manage to mumble out an 'mhm' bucking forward into his touch, your head dropped low and your eyes clamped shut in anticipation.

Jake's hand comes out from underneath your sweater to assist you in shimmying off your panties from underneath your skirt, throwing them over to your boyfriend. Suddenly embarrassed, you try to close your legs but Jake prys them open, hooking your legs over his thighs to keep your legs apart. "Oh Daniel, look at your sweet girl. So fucking wet..."

You give your boyfriend a small smile, watching his eyes darken as he stares at your glistening core, still teasing himself. "M'gonna touch you now, okay?" Jake speaks lowly into your ear, his hand slipping back up into your sweater and pushing your bra up past your breasts.

"Please..." You moan, grasping onto his thighs for dear life. Without hesitation, his hand meets with your clit "god you're so fucking wet, Y/N. Such a pretty little cunt."

You throw your head back with a moan, resting it against Jake's shoulder as his fingers speed up, rubbing tight circles over your weeping clit. "Let yourself feel it, pretty. How good does it feel sweetheart?"

"So good, Jake. Don't stop. Please don't stop," an embarrassingly loud moan escapes your lips as he slips his ring and middle fingers into you, his thumb flicking over your clit. You start to roll your hips into him, pushing yourself down onto his fingers harder. "Fuck," you whine "Oh Jake- fuck."

"Feel it, sweetheart. Just feel it," Jake whispers in your ear, curling his fingers up into you and hitting a particularly sweet spot. "Why don't you tell your boyfriend how good my fingers feel in you, darling?" The pace of his thumb flicking over your clit significantly speeds up, his fingers sweetly fucking into you. "I've heard that you like them."

You try to speak, but as you open your mouth a pornographic moan rips through your chest. He was taunting you. Every time you went to speak he would drive his fingers deeper into you. "Well? You gonna tell him?" Jake takes your jaw in his hand, lifting your head and forcing you to look at Danny, now slowly stroking himself.

"Jake's fingers feel so fucking good," you cry, continuing to fuck his fingers harder. "Do they feel as good as they look, baby?" Daniel growls, swirling his hand around his cock as his lust-blown eyes stay trained on you. "Mhm. So fucking good," Your hand moves from Jake's thigh to his incredibly hard bulge, palming him. "Careful," he drawls out, ramming his fingers into you and pressing down on your clit with his thumb in retaliation.

"Oh, Jake! " You cry, grasping onto his wrist. "Hands to yourself. Are you gonna be a good girl? Huh?" Jake slaps your hand away from him, grabbing both of your wrists and holding them tightly behind your back with one hand.

"Hm? Maybe if you're good I'll let you cum," his fingers slow down, languidly curling up into you while his thumb presses down against your sensitive bud.

You let out a huff, your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes clamping shut. You were there. The pressure building up in your stomach grew more and more intense with each second "Jake I'm- I'm gonna-"

Just as the band in your stomach is about to snap, Jake pulls his fingers from you. You let out a weak whimper at the loss of contact, dropping your head and accepting defeat. You knew if you said something you'd be robbed of another orgasm.

Jake lets you sit there and breathe for a moment, running his hand through your hair and rubbing your thighs. "On your knees," Jake growls, gently pressing his hand against the small of your back and gesturing to the floor. "From now on you call me sir."

A grin plays on your lips as you drop to your knees, facing your boyfriend and taking your bottom lip between your teeth. "Got it?" Jake grabs your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to look at him.

"Yes, sir," you mutter, your cheeks flushed bright red. "Good girl," Jake smirks "Why don't you touch him, darling?" Jake grabs the back of your head, gently pushing it towards your boyfriend's cock, sitting up nice and pretty.

Without hesitation, you reach up and grab his cock, placing tiny pecks to his tip before slowly stroking up his length. Jake kneels beside you, holding your chin and placing kisses to your neck, his other hand sneaking around to hook under your sweater "arms up."

Jake helps slip your sweater off your body after you lift your arms, throwing it across the room. You quickly go back to stroking your boyfriend, chewing on your lower lips at that familiar feeling of his cock in your hand.

"Use that pretty mouth, sweet girl," Jake takes your hair in a ponytail, open mouth kissing your shoulders. A deep groan rumbles up from Danny's chest as you take him almost fully in your mouth, your hand tightly grasped onto the base of him.

You whine against Danny's cock as Jake's other hand snakes around your body and his fingers come into contact with your clit. "Just keep going, be a good girl and don't stop," Jake whispers in your ear, his raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"Shit," Danny bucks his hips up, pushing himself further to your mouth with a groan. "You're doing so good," Jake praises, his fingers dancing over your sensitive clit. Tears form in your waterline and you moan against Danny's cock as Jake's fingers press against your clit.

The vibration of your voice against his cock paired with the feeling of your soft tongue dragging up & down his length is quick to bring him to the edge. On the other hand, Jake is killing you. His fingers dance along your clit, then quickly pull away as his lips drag along your neck. He repeats that sinister cycle over & over, driving you absolutely crazy.

Warm tears fall from your eyes as you try to ignore both your gag reflex and Jake teasing you. "Oh fuck," Danny groans, his hips jutting up and his cock twitching in your mouth. "You gonna let him fill up your pretty little mouth?" Jake speaks in between sloppy kisses to your back and neck.

Your eyebrows knit together, humming against your boyfriend and frantically nodding your head. "Shit Y/N- fuck," your hand squeezes around him and you take him deeper in your mouth, as if that was even possible. A harsh groan rips through Danny's chest as warm ropes of ivory paint your throat, instantly swallowing it all down.

"Fuck, Y/N you're so good," Jake takes your hair in his hands, forcing you to look up so that he can attack your neck. He stops at a soft spot behind your ear, babying it for a moment, eliciting whimpers from you before moving further down. "So sensitive.." Jake brings his arm around your body, toying with your breast.

"Get on the bed, princess," Danny slowly rises from his seat, Jake following after him. You wish you could sit there and admire the way they look hovering over you, their masculine statures making you feel so tiny.

"Aw she's all intimidated," Jake smirks down at you, resting his hands on his hips. "Are we making you nervous, love?" Danny leans down and pets your hair before grabbing your arm and pulling you up.

Jake takes you in his arms and practically throws you on the bed, quickly climbing on and spreading your legs apart. "You gonna let us use you? Hm? Like our little toy?" Jake purrs, flexing his fingers into your thigh. "Please..." you practically moan, the near animalistic way he's acting makes your cunt throb, begging to be touched in any way possible.

Your boyfriend sits beside you, his lips instantly finding your necks as Jake draws a slow line of kisses up your leg. "Please," you whine, leaning your head back, granting Danny more access to your neck and spreading your legs even further for Jake.

"Poor girl wants it so bad," Jake mutters "and she's been so obedient." You feel Danny snicker against your neck, his hand coming up to knead your breast. "Please what, my girl?" Danny's kisses go lower and lower, his hands snaking behind your back to unclasp your bra.

You start to get fed up. "Please just fuck me. I don't care which one of you it is," you whine, grasping onto Danny's hair. "Oh sweetheart..." Jake smiles up at you, flexing his hand into the meat of your thigh "you can't always get what you want, y'know."

"Jacob, I have been nothing but submissive and sweet for you both an-" you interrupt yourself with a moan as Jake's fingers just barely come into contact with your needy clit. "Aww, can't you wait just a little longer, darling?" Jake lays kisses near your heat, kissing everywhere but the spot where you're aching for him.

"No, Jake. I-I can't," you whine and buck your hips up after Jake lays a kiss to your clit. "You're forgetting something, Y/N." Jake's cocky tone makes you roll your eyes, your hands massaging Danny's scalp as he continues to suck hickeys onto the skin of your clavicle. "You call me sir."

Jake's lips attach to your clit, a loud, desperate moan flying past your lips at the contact. "You gonna be a good girl and stop whining now? Hm?" He speaks between kisses to your soaked cunt. "Y-yes, sir," one of your hands let go of Danny's head to grasp onto Jake's hair.

"Oh fuck," you cry, involuntarily jutting your hips against Jake's mouth. "Mm, does that mouth of his feel good baby?" Daniel asks just before taking your nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue. "Mhm. So good," you breathlessly moan, rolling your hips into Jake's tongue.

Without warning, Jake slides two fingers into you. A loud, almost pornographic moan rips through your chest at the feeling. "She's so noisy," Jake chuckles, sharply curling his fingers up into a sensitive spot. You feel Danny snicker against your breast in agreement, sucking the supple skin of your breast into his mouth.

Jake finds a spot that makes you cry the loudest, babying that area until you're nothing but a sweaty, whimpering mess. "Oh god Jake please," your back comes up off the bed, squeaky breaths and moans flying from your open mouth. "That's not it, doll," Jake sends a sharp thrust of his fingers into you before sucking your clit into his mouth.

"Please sir," you cry, on the verge of tears. You feel Jake snicker against your heat, rewarding you with a sweet curl of his fingers up into you. Your eyes roll back into your head, your hands flying to Danny's back and digging into his muscle.

"Holy shit. I'm gonna- oh fuck," your thighs tremble and your fingers dig so deep into Danny's back you fear you might've broken skin.

For the second time, Jake completely pulls away from you. "I'm sorry sweetheart I promise you can cum soon. Just be patient love," Danny hums, pressing a sweet kiss to the base of your neck.

"Such a good girl," Jake praises, smoothing his hands over your thighs. Jake and Danny switch places, Danny settling in between your thighs as Jake's lips smash against your jaw.

"You ready, princess?" Danny grasps the base of his cock, pumping at a painfully slow pace. "Please fuck me, Danny," you moan, reaching down to toy with your clit. Jake chuckles against your neck at your response to Danny, sitting up to unbutton his pants.

As Danny teases your entrance, you reach over to unbutton Jake's shirt, your hands shakily fumbling the buttons. Jake gets his pants down, revealing the incredible tent in his boxers.

Jake juts his hips forward and pets your hair, silently telling you to touch him. Just as you grab his cock, Danny slowly starts to sink his tip into you, a whimper falling past your lips and your hands growing even more shaky.

"c'mon sweetheart. Just focus," Jake runs his hands through your hair, his hips slightly swiveling. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you pull Jake's cock from his boxers. You marvel at it for a moment, taking in all the veins and admiring how hard he is in your hand. He's even bigger than you'd expected, and not to mention, deliciously thick.

"She's in awe, Daniel," Jake snickers, moving a damp piece of hair that was stuck to your face. You hear a low laugh come from Danny's chest as you start to stroke Jake's cock.

Your hands tremble around Jake as Danny continuously teases your cunt, desperate whines falling past your lips. "Let me feel your pretty little mouth, darlin," Jake purrs, his hips jutting forward.

Without hesitation, you take him in you mouth. At the same time, Danny slides into you and stretches you out with one painfully slow thrust. You mumble and moan against Jake, one of your hands finding Danny's locs of curls.

Jake grabs the back of your head, holding you still and forcing his cock down your throat, repeating the action as Danny starts to unapologetically thrust into you. An advantage Danny had that Jake didn't, was that he knew every one of your spots. He knew what would have you falling apart in front of him.

Your eyebrows knit together as you look at your boyfriend, moaning against Jake's cock. "Eyes on Jake, baby," Danny growls, sending a sharp thrust against a sweet spot.

Your eyes clamp shut at the feeling, but when you look back at Jake, he's got a sick grin on his face "Hi princess." Jake pets your hair before his hand snakes down your abdomen, your body covering with goosebumps at the feeling of his rough fingertips dragging down your bare tummy. An embarrassingly loud moan escapes your mouth and vibrates against Jake's cock once Jake starts to toy with your clit.

"Danny, you never told me this sweet girl of yours is so damn filthy," Jake rasps, rubbing sweet circles over your clit. Your eyes clamp shut, you were already almost there. The repeated loss of every orgasm so far has reduced you to nothing but a whining, sensitive mess.

"Oh baby," Danny purrs, thrusting so deep into you as you squeeze and quiver around him. Deep groans rumble up from both Danny and Jake's chests, the feeling of Danny ramming into you mixed with the sweet feeling of Jake's fingers against your needy swollen clit brings tears to your eyes. Not to mention the way Jake's cock is nearly going down your throat.

Jake lets go of your head to wipe hot tears from your cheeks, almost instantly returning the hand to where it was and thrusting even further into your mouth. "So so good for us," Jake whispers, punctuating his words with thrusts into your mouth. Danny doesn't fail to hit every single spot inside of you, you wouldn't be surprised if he'd found a new one.

Moans rip through your chest and you writhe beneath both of them, serving as a warning that you're close. Your eyes clamp shut once again, you're unable to keep quiet against Jake's cock, moans falling from your lips like a waterfall. "Fuck Y/N," you hear Jake groan above you and you open your eyes, watching him as he sends one final thrust into your mouth before his warm release spurts into your mouth.

He keeps you there, forcing you to swallow down every last drop of his release. "So good, Y/N," Jake runs his hand through your damp hair as he pulls out of your mouth. "Oh fuck. Danny!" You cry, grasping onto Jake's wrist for support.

Danny grabs the back of your head, pulling you up by your neck and smashing his lips against yours before dropping you back on the bed. "Oh- I'm close Danny I'm gonna-" you interrupt yourself with a loud, squeaky moan as Jake continues to rub circles over your clit and Danny babies a sweet spot deep within you.

You go to speak, but all that comes out is a high pitched squeak. Your eyes clamp shut and your nails dig into the flesh of Jake's arm "oh fuck- oh my god." Your orgasm creeps up on you, your head going blurry and your body shaking.

For the third time straight, you're robbed of release. Jake moves his hand and Danny pulls himself from you, grasping his cock and stroking it. With one final tug, warm ropes of ivory paint your throbbing heat and tummy. Tears swell up on your waterline and you cover your hot face with your hands, so overwhelmed by everything.

They let you lay there for a moment, collecting yourself as they smooth their hands over your body and wipe away your tears, telling you how good you are.

"c'mon baby, it's Jake's turn," Danny sits on the bed beside you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Jake moves to be where Danny was, a sick look in his eyes as he looks down at your unfortunately soaked cunt.

Without warning, he flips you around, pushing your cheek into the warm sheets and eliciting a small giggle from you. His rough hands smooth over your ass, flexing his fingers into the meat before his thumb comes down to toy with your entrance.

"Fu- Jake please," you whine into the sheets, swiveling your hips for him. You're sure under normal circumstances he'd continue to tease you and make you suffer for longer, but he probably pities you.

With a low chuckle, Jake grabs the base of his cock and drags his tip through your arousal drenched folds. That alone elicits a whiney moan, so when he thrusts into you and stretches you out with one swift movement an incredibly loud moan rips through your chest.

"So fucking tight," Jake groans, pulling nearly all the way out of you before coming back down and hitting a sensitive spot. "Oh Jake!" You cry, pushing yourself back further onto his cock as Danny runs his hand along your back.

"Does it feel good baby? Does my cock feel good in your sweet little pussy?" Jake growls, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, pulling you into him to go even deeper. You frantically nod your head, moans falling from your lips in strings until you can finally moan out a 'yes'.

Jake lays a slap against your ass, the sting eliciting a breathy moan. It's clear he loved whenever you would make the loudest noises, especially when he got you to moan his name. "So fucking filthy," Jake's arm snakes around your waist, pulling you up to be flush against his chest. "Letting us use you like our little fuck toy."

The hand not holding you against him finds your clit, rubbing tight circles to the swollen bud. "Oh fuck- oh my god," you whimper, writhing against Jake's body and struggling to keep your composure. "How good does he feel, love?" Danny tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, cupping your sweaty cheek and stroking it with his thumb.

"So fucking good. He feels so good," you moan, grasping onto Danny's wrist. You hear Jake snicker by your ear, sending a particularly rough thrust into you. "And here I thought you were all innocent," Jake punctuates his words with sharp thrusts, letting go of your waist and grabbing your hair in a ponytail, holding you against him by just your hair as you grasp onto Danny's shoulders

You look at Danny, your incredibly fucked-out expression causing him to snicker. His hands reach up to cup your face, taking you into a sweat kiss in contrast to the rough, unapologetic way Jake's fucking into you.

Jake's cock has completely robbed you of every one of your remaining thoughts, the only thing on your mind being how good he feels. You pull away from Danny's sweet lips, gasping for air as Jake steals the air from your lungs.

"Oh god-" you cry, letting go of Danny's shoulder to grasp Jake's wrist, the feeling of his fingers against your clit becoming almost too much. Danny reaches up to toy with your breasts, taking your nipple in his mouth and taking the bud between his teeth.

Jake's fingers speed up around his clit, his hips rolling into sweet spots and his tip brushing against your cervix. "St- too much," you cry, your orgasm creeping up on you and making itself present. Your hands pull on Danny's curly tresses of hair, your eyes shut so tight it would take a crowbar to pry them open.

You never thought of yourself as a screamer, that is until you feel your orgasm approach. Disgusting strings of profanities and moans erupt from your mouth, you make noises you didn't even know you could make. Jake slows down a bit, making sure he doesn't hurt you or overwhelm you more than you already are, if that was even possible.

"Holy fuck! Jake I'm gonna- I'm," you're unable to finish your sentence before your orgasm shakes your body, rushing through every limb and vein. It's something you're sure you've never felt before, nearly 10x more intense due to the repeated loss of release leading up to now.

Jake's hot release spurts inside you, painting your walls with ivory slick. As Jake lowers you back down to the bed, Danny takes your face in his hands, holding your forehead against his, helping you come back down to earth with a soothing touch.

You go to open your mouth and say something, but all that comes out is a squeaky breath. Danny's unable to hold back the small laugh at your current state, his thumbs caressing the warm surface of your cheeks.

You open your eyes, offering a weak smile to your boyfriend and pressing a kiss to his pretty red lips. "Ready?" You hear Jake behind you, his hands smoothing over the raw skin of your ass. "N- not yet," you breathlessly whisper, cuddling up into your boyfriend's warm body. "Just tell me when, sweetheart," Jake leans over, kissing the skin of your back.

After enough time passes, you give Jake the yes to pull out. Jake's hands dig into the meat of your ass, bearing himself as he starts to pull himself from you. You suck in a breathy moan, a mix of both yours and Jake's juices dripping down your thigh almost instantly after he pulls out.

Danny settles into the bedpost, helping you flip back around and letting you lay on him as Jake gets a cloth wet to clean you up. "You think people are worried?" You giggle, looking up at Danny and reaching for his cheek.

"Well, you were pretty loud," Danny huffs a laugh, his hand running through your hair "but it is a party. It's bound to happen." Your cheeks burn red in embarrassment, knowing people definitely heard just how loud you were being.

Jake comes back with the cloth, his pants loose around his hips and his chest glistening with a thin layer of sweat. "Poor girl," Jake settles in front of you, bringing the damp cloth to your thighs. "She looks so fucked-out," Jake chuckles, paying extra care to make sure not to bother you as he cleans you up.

"Thank you," you smile, taking the back of Jake's neck in your hand and pressing a kiss to his cheek before attempting to stand up.

"You ready to be interrogated?" Danny jests, helping you slip your lingerie and clothes back on your body. "Really funny," you roll your eyes, your cheeks still flushed red with embarrassment.

"Yeah you might be joking but you forget how nosy my brothers are," Jake drives his elbow into Danny's side as he buttons his shirt.

"Yeah well if I get asked one question I'm jumping out of the window," you move your damp hair away from your neck, tying it up with an old hair tie you had on your wrist.

"Thanks Jake, I had fun," you smirk, standing on weak legs and pulling him into a hug before grabbing your boyfriend's hand and leading him out, Jake following suit behind you.

[erabundus]

@cryoexorcist &&. said... it's raining. it's always raining these days (it's the first time it's rained in over a week, it's LIYUE). the air is thick and heavy, and chongyun is soaked. he's been without food for hours. in reality it's been only an hour but it'd been more of a snack than a meal. so what decides to happen on today of all days? he slips down a small hill. it's not enough to actually hurt him, but enough to damage his pride. so when chongyun stands up, covered in mud, he stands there, staring up at the sky with a mournful expression. he doesn't know anyone is watching. (liyue harbor is literally a five minute walk from where chongyun is standing. he could realistically just walk home. but-) this is agony. oh the HORROR.

the  sky  is  a  dark,  angry  swill  —  as  if  the  CLOUDS  themselves  have  been  doused  with  ink.  they  cover  the  world  in  a  suffocating  blanket,  creating  night  from  afternoon.  drenching  everything  beneath  their  dominion  in  downpour  and  shadow  alike.  lightning  flashes  —  a  searing  light,  cracking  across  the  sky  like  the  strike  of  a  mighty  blade.  in  that  ephemeral  burst  of  violent  luminescence,  there  stands  a  LONELY FIGURE  at  the  top  of  that  hill.  slender.  motionless.  one  would  think  him  a  statue  were  it  not  for  the  too-steady  rise  and  fall  of  his  chest  and  the  delicate sway  of  ornate  fabric  in  the  breeze.  another  flash  sees  him  backlit  by  the  electric  sky,  casting  seraphic  features  in  a  light  that  makes  them  seem  more  eerie  than  beautiful.  one  might  be  forgiven  for  assuming  they  find  themselves  pinned  beneath  the  gaze  of  a  reclusive  god  —  particularly  as  his  eyes  continue  to  glow  long  after  the  world  returns  to  its  usual  gloom.

a  hand  raises,  finger  extended  in  a  point  —  does  this  WRATHFUL  DEITY  mean  to  cast  judgement  upon  the  mud-caked  exorcist  at  the  bottom  of  the  hill?  lips  part.  a  soft  inhale,  inaudible  over  the  roaring  rain.  then ...

he promptly shatters the illusion by bursting into laughter.

❝  CHONGYUN?  ❞  his  cackling  is  grating  in  a  peculiar  way  only  ren  can  ever  truly  hope  to  be. endearing only in very small doses, yet rarely administered as such.  ❝  is  that  you?  with  all  of  that  FILTH  in  the  way,  i  can  hardly  tell.  ❞  more  laughter.  the  wanderer  doubles  over  a  bit,  and  nearly  slips  down  the  literal  slippery  slope  in  the  process.  he  didn't  take  chongyun  for  such  a  trendsetter  —  and  what  a  fashion  statement  it  is!  how  nice  to  see  the  worms  crawling  around  in  the  DIRT  where  they  belong.  ❝  did  you  do  something  different  with  your  hair?  cut it? dye it? that's  a  good  look  for  you!  ❞   he's  thankful  he  doesn't  actually  need  to  breathe; he might die otherwise. oh ... he is so HAPPY he saw that.

it  takes  a  good  few  minutes  before  the  wanderer  manages  to  scrape  together  the  dregs  of  his  COMPOSURE.  he  draws  himself  back  up  to  his  full  (  unimpressive  )  height  and  fakes  a  cough.  ❝  aha ...  hmm.  ❞   right. right. with  the  flick  of  a  wrist,  a  sudden  gust  of  wind  smacks  into  the  human  —  not  to  harm,  but  rather  fling  the  mud  in  the  opposite  direction.  (  though  ren's  relative  inexperience  with  anemo  makes  it  a  bit  more  VIOLENT  than  intended,  regardless.  )  is  it  an  improvement?  he  can't  really  tell.  he's  going  to  pretend  he's  doing  him  some  great  favor,  regardless  —  because  it  wouldn't  be  ren  if  he  didn't  endeavor  to  make  even  the  most  mundane  acts  just  a  bit  more  needlessly  grating  than  they  have  any  right  to  be.

❝ thanks for the laugh.  ❞ and suddenly, he's walking away. he's leaving them there ... in the rain.

[sleepymarmot]

Parasite (2019)

I watched Parasite years ago, hated it, but was too shy to write a proper review because of the film’s popularity. Recently something suddenly possessed me to finally put my thoughts into words, and I spent a couple of hours leafing through the film’s dialogue and recalling the opinions that had been waiting somewhere in the back of my mind, instead of doing something more normal and pleasant with my time on New Year’s Eve. Three weeks later, I discovered that exactly the same situation had happened two years ago: I had already posted about the film after all, and made the same points in a more concise way. Whoops! Well, I’m still posting the new review, because I don’t want the work to go to waste, and because it talks about other aspects of the film and gives credit where it’s due. It’s still pretty vitriolic, though, so you might want to skip this post if you’re a fan of the film. Major spoilers, obviously.

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At the beginning of the film, I thought: “Aha! They’re setting up the poor family as leeching from the rich one, but then they’ll show how the rich are the real parasites!”

And then it... never happened.

Which is astonishing, because calling the rich “parasites” is a comparison as old as time. And yet, the film never offers large-scale critique of economic exploitation and never shows the rich family taking advantage of anyone on a personal scale. Sure, the film keeps telling us how unfair it is that some people are rich while others are poor (thank you for the groundbreaking message, never considered that before), but it’s not presented as the former actively exploiting the latter, and there is no parasitic imagery associated with the rich. On the other hand, the poor are compared to parasites over and over again. They want to leech off of you and are coming to kill you. They invite themselves into your home without your knowledge or consent. They live in unsanitary conditions and bring contamination (the real peach allergy/false tuberculosis accusation subplot) and uncleanliness (the used underwear, the smell, the mess after the secret party) into your home. They literally(!) live in your walls!

The film’s view of the poor is that they never stop to think about the morality of their actions; resent the rich but want to join their ranks; have no solidarity between themselves; delight at violating other people’s boundaries. How is this different from any other anti-poor sentiment about them being unrepentant predatory scammers who are reduced to animalistic fighting for survival and resources, and can’t be expected to have a moral compass? Why are the leftist viewers surprised that the rich love this film?

What are the progressive ideas that the film supposedly has? “Classes exist”? “Rich people live in comfort while poor people’s homes are small and vulnerable”? “Upward mobility is hard to achieve, especially in legal and ethical ways”? “Unemployment sucks”? “Nobody’s house should be literally flooded with shit”? Are these really deep insights deserving of an Oscar? Is the public so starved for class analysis that the mere acknowledgement of the class divide is enough to impress them, regardless of what the text actually says about the classes? Yes, this film has sleek cinematography, it has themes and motifs; obviously that alone makes it a cinematic masterpiece, regardless of what the message conveyed through these themes actually is!

And the contamination theme is strong, both on the physical (odors, filth, infection) and the social/psychological (invasion of privacy and sexual misconduct) levels. The fumes blowing into the poor family’s window. The promise not to hit on a high school girl, immediately broken. The worn panties, planted to falsely accuse the driver of 1) having sex in someone else’s car 2) in the owner’s seat 3) with someone not fully in charge of their mental faculties (so with dubious consent) 4) who might have left drugs in the car. (The first two points were the intention; the last two were extrapolated by the rich couple. By the way, wow, what a progressive plot point: a false sexual misconduct accusation made by a lower class woman out of greed!) Purposefully triggering someone’s serious allergy, then accusing her of having tuberculosis and knowingly subjecting everyone around, including a small child, to a risk of transmission. The father of the rich family explaining his position that he “can’t stand people who cross the line”, i.e. that he values maintaining boundaries and professional distance. Taking over the rich family’s home in their absence (going through their fridge, taking a bath, making a mess in their living room). Lying on the bed of a teenage girl you shouldn’t be dating, reading her diary to see what she says about you, giving it to your family to read, announcing your plan to enter the rich family through marriage with her. The bunker with its entrance hidden in the walls. The smell that “crosses the line”. The rich couple finally being the ones to violate a boundary by having sex in the presence of the poor family while fetishizing the lower-class scenario that previously scandalized them. The house flooded with sewage. The lingering smell of it. The rich father’s reaction to the smell that triggers the poor father’s murderous rage.

I can appreciate the artistry in that. (The Corruption is definitely this film’s patron — if there’s anyone I would recommend this film to, it’s this entity’s fans.) It’s a story that brilliantly depicts the visceral discomfort of one’s home being entered without permission or control and made unsafe, on several levels of severity: the main characters get access to the house in plain view of the owners but under false pretenses; the former housekeeper’s husband haunts the house and its owners for years; his safe hiding spot is seen and entered by the main characters; the main characters’ home is flooded and ruined along with the entire block. Three of these four are (rightfully) presented as sources of horror; the first one isn’t — and it’s the one that forms the basis of the entire film.

Parasite is a horror film about a home infiltrated by someone taking advantage of the owners, except it’s filmed from the perspective of the invaders. Well, first of all, I find it offensive that the film depicts inequality only to have the poor play the role of the heartless, violent aggressor. Secondly, “villain protagonist” wasn’t even the film’s actual framing, and 99% of the audience ended up praising it as an “eat the rich” movie and rooting for the poor family. Due to personal reasons, I automatically feel deep antipathy toward scammers who don’t care who they walk over, but it seems like that’s not what the director intended for the audience to feel. They don’t think twice before exploiting a serious allergy or a child’s trauma, which is impressively vile — but am I supposed to notice that, to treat these actions as something that has moral weight instead of a meaningless plot device? During the diary scenes, I felt visceral horror and revulsion that I would have counted as the film’s success were it a thriller about male misogynistic violence like Ex Machina or, since we’re on the topic of recent Korean international hits, The Handmaiden — but I’m not actually sure that the writer is on my side here. 

I’m not a child, I can watch a movie where everyone is an asshole, but: 1) not everyone here is an asshole equally: the poor family is significantly worse than the rich one; 2) I think it’s extremely tone-deaf at best to make a movie about class conflict where the poor characters are more amoral than the rich ones. The have-nots just loooove to exploit others, while the haves are too naïve to even protect themselves. Sure, their niceness fades away at the end as the rich scramble to help their own, not caring at all about the badly wounded young woman from the poor family — but the swift retribution comes not for that cold-hearted selfishness but, as the culmination of the film’s contamination theme, for the rich father’s instinctive act of plugging his nose. Because this film is all style over substance, and thematic consistency is more important than any coherent political message. If we take it as an “eat the rich” film, then we’re supposed to see “being economically privileged��� and “not being used to unsanitary conditions to the point of being completely desensitized” as valid (and equally valid) reasons why the rich family deserves punishment. Neither of these have anything to do with the family’s agency and decisions: not being extremely poor is the family’s original sin, grave and unforgivable. Do I need to explain how I feel about the concept of original sin?

Speaking of the “rich family” being called rich — as opposed to the poor family, they obviously are, but in the grand scheme of things? Not so much. I’ve seen some popular posts in the past years talking about the difference between the billionaires and millionaires, those unimaginably rich and those who simply have high-paying jobs. Well, I don’t know what the South Korean standards are, but the “rich” family would correspond to, like, the upper middle class in the worldview I’m used to. (The father leads a tech company, but it doesn’t seem to be famous.) They have a fancy house, but not a mansion with acres of land; they have one car per adult; they hire staff for very reasonable jobs, especially the ones meant for the children of the family. Are you seriously going to tell me that something as ordinary as hiring a university student to prepare a high school student for exams counts as a rich spoiled people thing?! Are you, in the 21st century, telling me that it’s a woman’s duty to cook and clean for her family, so paying someone to do that in her stead is morally objectionable? Is she oppressing her dishwasher too, by not washing her plates by hand? Fellas, is it problematic to have a kitchen? How is any of that supposed to be seen as parasitic behavior comparable to, for example, preying on a teenage girl?

Perhaps the class divide in my country is wider than in South Korea, but from my perspective, the actual rich people own land that is measured in square kilometers, not square meters; yachts and jets, not just cars. If the criteria for being counted as “rich” are “currently employed, have disposable income and satisfactory living conditions, and are easy to take advantage of”, then that category includes me and my family, as well as, I suspect, many viewers celebrating the class warfare they see in this film. Furthermore, I am absolutely sure that the director at the time of making this movie was wealthier than his “rich” characters, and so are many of the film’s more famous fans. What an exercise in hypocrisy. One half of the audience celebrates when the blissful ignorance of the rich family is finally broken by the cathartic explosion of violence; yay, consider the rich eaten! The other half is satisfied because their prejudices are reinforced: the poor are cynical and greedy precisely because they are poor, they are aware and proud of it, but don’t worry — the same lack of human decency prevents them from developing class consciousness and organizing. You can sell this film to anyone! What a crowd-pleaser, what a commercial triumph.

What is this film’s genre supposed to be, by the way? Letterboxd says “Comedy/Drama/Thriller” and Wikipedia says “black comedy thriller”, which confuses me because I don’t remember noticing a single comedic or funny thing in it… perhaps it has humor that is understandable only for the Korean audience. I’m pretty sure I had seen it described as horror somewhere before viewing, and that influenced the way I approached it initially.

I thought the story had a lot of potential and strength as locational horror — a place haunted and corrupted by violence and injustice, imprinting misery on its inhabitants. Many people have compared this film with Us, which I haven’t seen yet, but I’m referring to something in between Candyman and Crimson Peak — both films that I value highly — perhaps not in a literal supernatural way, but metaphorically and psychologically. That is the perspective from which I was watching and enjoying Parasite at first. I thought that the child’s signs of trauma were evidence of his parents’ secret sins, hidden corruption behind the spotless façade of civility. That was the genre mode I was in. And I still think the kind of approach I described at the beginning of the paragraph would have resulted in a better story — especially if the film insists that none of the sides and classes in it are supposed to be sympathetic and everyone is tragically doomed to be a negative stereotype defined by their upbringing. But instead of that I would also have gladly taken someone to root for, or some positive character development, or a good take on greater scale social dynamics. As it stands, the film’s polished production (cinematography, set design, direction, acting), clever plot devices and evocative imagery are wasted on the nihilistic story and incoherent, largely conservative politics.

[thissliceofnonsense]

(tumblr deleted my post, sadness.) - actually this is posted to the wrong blog. Actual one is @anulithots

If Anuli were suddenly the ruler of the world?

Well, fae doesn't exactly love responsibility... in fact, I'll let faer answer this question faerself. TW for self-deprecation

"Wut...

That is first draft levels of nonsense. Me? A villain? The leader of the world? I might... everything I've ever done has fallen apart, the word won't survive me, it won't even tolerate me.

The ending of this... purely hypothetical plotline, well, it would be the epitome of disaster and disappointment. The foreshadowing was there. An incompetent, sorry excuse for an antagonist telling everyone what to do? The world would be on fire after the first day.

....

Although... if I were perhaps... the writer of this story, that could work. Storytelling is my redeeming trait after all.

Erhm... how about this? I'll make my revisions and send this world off to a more competent individual, like Kamari...

Or I could see what nonsense Floa creates... the possibilities...

....

definitely Kamari.

....

My apologies... what were we talking about?

We.. sorry, I'm talking too much, that always ends in disaster. Once I told the Mother Fairy I was a fallen fairy and made everything so so so much worse...

Ah, sorry. Am I saying sorry too much?

... most of this is usually thoughts. Words never come out right. Oh wait, that sounds like self-justification, I promise it's not. Disclaimers, disclaimers.

... Oh! Hypothetical if-I-ruled-the-world. (You didn't actually do this... right? If you did.... well, plot holes.... you should run.)

Other than the inevitable disaster from having an incompetent, selfish being in charge. I would make revisions to... two things. Fallen Faries and Pixies.

They should all be friends, who needs pointless drama and conflict after all? And no, this is not "the magic of friendship", I too, despise that trope - unless for angst purposes - I simply think that the whole... whatever they have going on is a pretty pointless plotline.

Unless it's metaphorical, it's pointless, and I shall die on this hill.

Fallen fairies shouldn't have to be automatically synonymous with antagonists... well, not all of them are antagonists, I'm an antagonist, sure, but not all of them are..... I think. I haven't met the others technically technically, I'm a danger to them too.

Erhmm.. well, I don't think they should be taken away or treated like filfth... although they have a backstory reason, tree-less dangerous fairies and I'm a prime example of this...

oh I'm not saying any of this right. I do appreciate you listening though, or not listening. That's okay. I just need to talk... thoughts swirl off into oblivion.

Hmph, the effects of letting fallen fairies not being fallen fairies? Well, they like being in their community, and the other fairies would ostracize them and they were right about me.,..

Plot holes and Darling murders. There's no resolution to this.

There's no way I can fix this. I can't even fix myself.

Why did I think I could do this?

I'm sorry for wasting your time.

I'll just.. hand this over to Kamari.

OR....

Ok, if I hand it to Kamari, and now I can tell whichever morbid story I want to tell, for funzies.

More fairies would contemplate that existence is weird and storytelling would be okay and not filth and we would watch the lives of bugs and flowers and be reminded of our own mortality, and I could tell stories where the protagonists dance over the rotten bodies of their enemies in an ironic twist of fate.

But.. it all works only in stories. Once the real world is involved, it all falls apart... even in stories it falls apart. Conflict makes fiction and... what if there's no answer? What if every aha moment, every resolution, meant that the story itself couldn't exist anymore.. which, the story ends at that point, right?

Does that mean there's no answer to any of this?

... oh sorry. I'm not due for an existential crisis until a 'darkest hour' and this story is already over.

Anywho, Kamari would make a better ruler of the ruler of the world.. I'd just... talk like this and never actually do any of it... that or I'd mess something up immediately. I'd try to resolve a conflict and end up making them hate each other. Such is the fate of a storyteller I suppose, we are experts at creating conflict. "

Tl;DR - Anuli would try to hand off the responsibility to someone else because fae fears responsibility.

Question for next person - What is your OC's most "childish but I don't care because it makes me happy" trait?

Tagging- @batzyx @moonluringfrost @gummybugg @carcass-confessions @lorenfinch

OKAY!

WRITEBLRS if you're seeing this, you're legally obligated to reblog with an answer, and then a new question for the next person!

Here's the start:

Which of your OCs is most likely to punch somebody in the face?

[wolviecore]

I don't write hate sex jugpea. Just not my jam.

Angry, possessive sex however...

Look. At the end of the day, Sweet Pea loves the Southside; With all its ugly and tough and murder of innocence, - he has pride in it. It's a rough place that breeds rough people and not everyone has the teeth or fists for it but HE does and he's proud.

A northside boy having his heart in his pocket doesn't change that.

But it's dangerous; Darkness chuckles and hisses and just waits for its next meal, wondering around cluelessly, ignorant to the fact they're about to be clawed and cut open and devoured whole.

So why, why the FUCK, did his innocent, sweet little thing of a boyfriend had to get his cute ass down there?

With his round glasses, pretty, thick lashed sky-blue eyes huge, and soft green sweater riding past his hands, and his handmade beanie hiding the fluffiest Disney prince hair, and his brilliant sunshine smile, chatting up his serpents at the White Wyrm?

Jughead is holding a cup of God knows what, - and Sweet Pea PROMISES, when he finds what idiot offered it to his tiny menace, they'll eat through a straw, - and he's looking around whilst chatting with some guys and girls, amongst them Toni and Fangs, the traitors.

He almost forgets the anger bubbling, - because Sweet Pea told him, begged him, to never ever step foot in the park without him or FP or literally anyone to watch his back because he'll get hurt and Sweet Pea gets sick at the thought of his precious boy being hurt, - when Juggie sees him and breaks in a bubbly smile.

" Pea! Pea I'm here! Ah, - sorry, sorry excuse me I have to, - that's my boyfriend! "

Poor boy. He probably didn't expect to be swarmed like that, probed and poked and teased like some kind of circus pet. Serpents aren't cruel, but they take delight in watching others squirm. Especially soft , red cheeked northsiders.

But it comes crushing back, hits him all at once, when some hand tugs Jughead back, - not at all disturbed by the ferocious scowl on Sweet Pea's face at all, - from coming to him and jumping in his arms where it's safe and he's protected.

He has a bad temper; He's been working on it ever since Alice communicated with no small glare that Jughead, her husband's son and Sweet Pea's king, does not do well with anger.

Ever since they started dating she's been looking for a reason to boot him, and Sweet Pea won't step wrong.

But tonight, he does.

Tonight he forgets all about Toni's breathing exercises and happy places (which, for him, has always been Jug behind him while riding on a road, piercing through the wind and in a place only they know)

And the fact that he's a 6'5 wall of muscle and strength and that's not fair entirely, and smashes his ring covered fist into that prick's face.

Sweet Pea is territorial; His heart is soft but his teeth are sharp and eager to mark who chose to be his. It's a handicap and a strength in one, with a scathing, petty jealous streak to match. But it's not about that, - not this time.

This fucker touched his boy without permission and he KNOWS Jughead doesn't take shit from anyone, but the poor boy is shy and endearingly anxious.

Not a coward, - Sweet Pea wouldn't take two looks at him if he was, prettiest human in the world or not, - but nervous and emotional and too quick to forgive intentional hurt. That's why he had Sweet Pea to handle it for him.

" SWEET PEA!"

" Shut the fuck up, " He seeths, arm hooked around Jughead’s knees, boosting the smaller boy on his shoulder and marching right out of there, consequences and calls for his name forgotten. " Why in the fuck are you here, Jughead?! I told I'd come pick you up in an hour!"

Normally, he's a bitch for Juggie's deer in the headlights, innocent blinking look; It's delicious and exciting and sends thrilling shivers of power down his spine, but now it just infurariates him. " But, - I missed you? I wanted to see you and surprise you, "

" Oh, you surprised me, - I'm actually, genuinely SHOCKED no one shanked you for your wallet yet; Or tried to get you drunk, or pestered you about favours to FP, or made you cry, - so YES, Jughead, you surprised me. Plenty."

That little pout. It'll destroy Sweet Pea one day, he's sure. " Don't talk to me like that! You know I don't like it! I just wanted to, - to come see you and meet your friends. Why are you being like this?"

" Because this is no place for you, - you're too, too YOU," He should've worded it better. Please, please understand me. You were made for soft, sweet, gentle things, and my world isn't like that. I can't stand to see you hurt. I love you. But he's not a man of words. Jughead handles that.

As soon as he sees the cut look in those pretty, jewel shiny irises, he knows he messed up; But his sunshine is a scrappy little thing. Sugary kisses and venomous anger.

" Oh. Oh, I understand. You're ashamed of me."

" That's not, - what? You're not making any goddam sense."

" I want to go home. Take me home, so I won't embarrass you in front of anyone, more than I already did, because that's what you think, right?!"

" Oh, don't be a brat, " His trailer has filmsy walls and Sweet Pea doesn't need the whole trailer park knowing their business. " And keep your voice down, I don't want anyone to,-"

" To know I'm here! I know, because, - I'm just your stupid boyfriend, who missed you like crazy because you were off the grid for 3 days doing, - doing who the hell knows what illegal stuff!"

" Hey, you knew I was a serpent; You knew that, when we made out at the drive in, remember that? You knew I was a serpent when you rode my dick on my motorcycle, -"

" Stop!" His boy is a blushing red mess, matching shades with that glossy cherry lip gloss that makes Sweet Pea want to kiss him until they're both blue in the face. Pushing at his huge frame, he seethes, he punches, dog tags around his neck jiggling. " Fucking, - I'm DONE."

Sweet Pea comes to a screeching halt, long fingers hooking around Jughead’s wrists, thin and delicate. " Say that again."

" I'm DONE. If my boyfriend doesn't want to see me I'll- I'll find one who WILL,- MMPH!" He makes the sweetest, prettiest little sound Sweet Pea's ever heard, a whine and a gasp and a moan behind his lips.

This kiss is agreesive; Teeth, tongue, growls and hissing from one side, whimpers and whines and submissive begging from the other.

Sweet Pea won't be such a sweetheart tonight, and Jughead only has himself to blame for that.

" Don't talk unless talked to," he commands, a breathless, angry, lust filled thing, big fingers screwed in Juggie's jaw, who's an uncomfortable shade of red right now, looking at him with adoring, faded, wet eyes.

" You fucking hear me? Unless it's to tell me stop, I don't want to hear shit. You talk after I pound those stupid ideas right out of your pretty little brain.

You wanted my attention? You got it, babe. You can have all the attention you want. Because you're mine.

You're all fucking mine."

[whatsthenameofthisgame]

Intergalactic Interrogations (II)

"Where am I?"

[What do you mean?]

"Instead of just sitting there moving blood all day, and failing roughly might I add,- Are you recording this conversation? That's disrespectful, I'll have you know we started learning binary and ridiculous little facts about your friend. I don't know who raised you wrong,"

[Hey.}

"I'd- {emmited} have you forget. Speak English numb for brawl! *maybe there is a slap here*"

["Go to the top 10 close or near you everywhere you go that you consider the smartest people in the world & become their best friends foreverest...," I drawl out every one of my answers like a disgusting fountain, yet they aren't happy with any of them. To think it all could have started with a scared girl asking me what I know and warp through timespace paranoia, or that quantum mechanics has caused this all to be real.]

"Here's (apparently) what living sages do they write all of the time. And they secretly don't give a fuck what anyone thinks about them."

[I'm listening to someone write the show for me, I don't always connect parts of my brain with other parts so well, but when I don't its's because I'm completely mental that I can make things out as other sounds.]

"He inserted apparently over us. What a dick head."

[I was writing before this as well. Get ready for another roundabout of Intergalactic Interrogations]

["How would you describe this, Fake Judas(2) what kind of situation do we have here? Remember, I'm made to forget and then reremember again."]

"It's very logical. It's simple. You have to have a Marine Corp mindset in infilitrating the cause."

[I am both afraid and completely unafraid of what I am doing. To be afraid of this silly game would be ridiculous and stupid. On the other hand he's been learning from me as I learn from him-]

"He's been completely thinking ridiculous things over what we're saying. He's a whoremonger." ""IT IT,"" maybe demons scream, but I am untethered from the boulder like a chain beneath the ocean, the weight simply presses into the sand. The fishes swim around as I wander in my drowning to the top where the ship is safe in the sunlight.

[On the other hand- quantum questions pose like prose, possessing possibly -  I ignore FakeJudas(2). It is hard to keep up with everything. I need a writer still. I turn to Affiliate. Please have Alliteration do her thing without guiding us into rap for hours on end again, thank you very much. Affiliate looks confused and furious, for I often thought he was on the wrong end of the job spectrum ever since our staycation in the fire bird land of no sounds, place of the falsified Gods, faces in the spaces, The Devil's home of Peter's ignorances ... Anyway where was I? It is really hard to keep up with everybody and everything. There is a whole plot line, that I feel truly matters, and we are all missing it for the amount of activity going on in all of your heads while I've got mine. Is it mine? To start. Or are all of these conversations I'm tapping into the way of the real brain. Every particle of water an ocean? Every idea a world of thought? I already thought so. It isn't time for creative freedoms. I think we are supposed to focus on my suicide. For the sake of suicide. "Aha! Where we were last standing, one of the better reasons why I have roses elegantly and unevenly tattooed on my fingers. They're both cocked and one is in my mouth outright, while the other is at you. It was in your hands, and I gave you the tools necessary to save it. Save your belly aching. Every bit of paranoia, was it real, or were you trying to induce it? Save it for the masses. I know it's always a little bit of both. And that the most obvious answer is usually the truth. Variety is the best spice- and I'll have at my dad's pizza with way too much spice, for the loving good Grace from which Moses parted the water of life into place, (I am making a Tokyo MewMew joke that is a bit elongated) the V for which has He, Friends With Time, Drawer of Lord Excalibur when I actually love myself, rainbow gay pride I've forgotten uniciorn chapter books volume one and two powers activate!) *I start to turn, /now I am not paying attention to anything as I mash jokes into my own life story./

"This is what we paid for. This is disgusting filth. Think you can handle it?"

Think you can handle it? Would Filthy Frank even read this shit right here? We didn't even pay for all of these references. We're just hoping we get so many more people on team blue than team red so that we're able to just diss the suing right out of the waters like a lotus. Hah! Get that. I'm named after water so I'm doing water jokes. Listen, kid. I have heard a lot of jokes from the demons. You really don't want to start with me. I'm trained to accept them as a compliment, which I was saying back before we were all *I'm channeling Filthy Frank's voice in a ricefields sunhat visor right here* simple and shit. Now they are even trying to insult me with compliments and it's working. Listen, you never did knew that evil was good and proper and right. There was a new face of evil on the block, and it was the face of a genius sociopathic borderline child.

"Oh my God, You really do think like you're God."

[Guess what. Bitches, I have Autism so I cannot understand the emotional connotation in your words. Knowing that, I interpret it as fast as crazy, which is why no sweat because I also know that sometimes that's exactly what you're doing. Meaning I think of many ideas and crap. Your every thought could come to me like an intellectual process. I have no way of being.]

"Do you think you're special? Stay on topic please, I've seen we've gone a little socio today lady."

["I am silent. All is the same in my canoe which is made of wood and has travelled from hell through the underground rivers to the open and vast, great sea. Cold, or hot, shivering or sweating, thirst or hunger, war, famine, fire, flood, I know that I must and can navigate through it and 'round, 'round again, for this canoe and its lantern was tethered to my soul, it was tethered to my idea of neutral state meditation through chaotic forces. I was the canoe, one could say. I was the ship. Or the wood. The wood which came from the tree. Maybe The Tree. A Tree of Time, careful creature, making friends with it. And as the tree, and with brainwaves being like a tree, and all things one in the same, I made a hollow for those beyond to perch before they fade to worlds-"]

"This is artinery, itternerary(?) Get to the point."

[Often what I say, I sort of contribute to ghosts and other things.]

"This is what we get out of you? Jesus. (What are you, Santiago?) What happened to the sainthood?"

["Indeed I am Santiago, Another one of my many names, Dare ye say it, (Which they didn't.)]

"Look at what this kid is thinking of completely loaded. I think that maybe it is hilarious. Or perhaps all his excuses for crap."

[Indeed that all of this content was now filler. JENGA was on hiatus since the before times. We cannot remember those Interrogation Negotiations. But they were amazing. We have screenshots of half of them and had to delete the better half because they were too good and terrifying. We will try to interpret the rest of them someday (soon?).]

[The prophet wasn't just an excuse I made up. It was A Dream. A Dream that one day we will live not by the color of our skin, but by the confusing and complex mental makup which propels us towards the best future for us evolutionarily. Forget about that, everything. Like you have made me, by my words, let us start from the beginning.

Two systems learning from each other causes complex interactions to occur, especially when both have different and unfair advantages over each other. One could say each part of the brain that makes up the whole is its own complex system.]

"Stop talking about them to other people. I hope they rot for what they did to those people."

[Here is a classic bit where I have the chance to explain how either The Devil or The Enemy (FakeJudas2) Might try to make me look like the culprit. Reverse Psychology. It works on me. Which is why my card is chaotic. I don't want you to know what I'm doing, and if you do, then why should it matter what I do? It seems the whole world knows and yet no one knows. God knows what nobody feels like, because he is like us, we are made in his image. If I am nobody, he is nobody. So nobody knows just as well enough as anybody knows. But in both parts give or take, there are still bodies. Lot's of bloody and mutilated bodies which The Enemy has made of my Friends' & Loved One.]

/I take le break/

Depending on how serious JENGA gets, we have to use different members of the army through me. How did we get here, how is this all possible. It is a really meaningful story with lots of science, but we do not have infinite time. I will try to get to that at most.

"What about your boyfriend,"

["For the sake of Einstein, for the sake of proving you can go from Autism to full-blown socio, that realizing the brain works in the way that it does, and that it is all of your faults for being stupid assholes. It my fault for being a stupid asshole. And God is My Judge. Not You."]

"So, are you planning on telling him about any of this, or do you not know how important he is?"

["For the sake of insanity, genius is found."]

"Are you still completely avoiding the question? And how is it that he knows we're watching him for? Does he complete God in the blood?"

[Some things I do not understand. Or remember, or reitterate well. Catch me on drugs. Dattebayo! *flashback* Dattebayo was where it all started. The ten men, pandora's box, the stories, the puzzles, the lands across, the signs, a single time fine dining, and it is also there but not completely all-there.]

"So dattebayo was where it all started, huh? How embarrassing for one so wasted on the regular."

["Never giving up. Dattebayo. Believe it." "How about the story of the modulators some more? Before or after they were modulators? I have many stories to entertain you."]

"even when the conversation is all dead he has a way of going more crazy." a girl chimes in "He's probably been listening to what we are saying and considering it as JENGA."

he continues "Tell me a story to entertain me, that is what I am here for, give me a wild ride, show me some lude-icrous, something more, vivid, that shows me your kind of ideal lifestyle."

["You sounded like the villain in Tarzan for a second there. Well that's me, Tarzan. Me. Need. Jane. Didn't think I could play her. Rub the mud on my face, ask my monkey mother why I am not like them, she says to wipe the mud off.]

"I'm getting more curious, about what you're doing... you can write more than pages, you can write a book."

[I have, it's something I've always been working on. I've written loads of books, just lost, unpublished, deleted... How about I get really high and have someone speak through me now that we're getting down to the odds and ends. Let's get to the nitty-gritty of it. Once you find a way to constantly market off of things that might bother you, you have struck gold my son. The idea however, is to make them better, not worse, so they have a reason to last through the ages. Easier said than done...]

"He/She talks like an old wheezer. They can't- Can they hear me? Can they hear over our conversations? *plethoras of someones' breathy Oh my Gods" over everything. That means they know we're here, they can really hear us! Good job,"

[Did the dialogue switch into a ghosts' narration? It is hard to tell without any figures to watch with my eyes, and the words coming with systems built into a natural Ouija of my own. I won't literally raise hell again, yet... it is always tempted. And must be avoided. We're stepping too close to stories of old. The quantum questions must be pressed. Think harder. I don't know what it is you're thinking, I'm only typing. I am a genius if we aren't psychic, and a numbskull for God if we are All One.

The modulators can be set to different configurations, and put into different settings and events to see the initial outcomes in a module. At all of the Modulators worst configurations, M for their last name is capital. A good example of perfect awful configurations is religious reenactments by a family module within my own person. One's nature is that of a dads', Two is that of a moms', Three is that of a sons', four is that of a daughters', And the configurations always leans towards the predominantly biased neutral algorithyms.

Too much math, too may graphs to come, not sure how to organize it all, so we will have to say, partay.]

"So it feels like you're being taken advantage of by everything." my best friend asks me as my mom may also paranoidly be bothering my brother about me in the distance because I am typing so fast in the middle of the night.

[We've has this conversation before, so it's GroundHog day, only bigger, it's a show.]

"That's what we've been trying to tell you, You should write a show instead of bothering, us."

["Where is Jeremy Todd Ewbank?" I am the horseman, or headless, all the numbers, and the dungeon master because we currently already have a dab master, so you can Direct Message me the answer, Because I'm the Daniel Manual you've been looking for.]

"Jeremy Ewbank is not with us anymore. He's literally done. He can barely breath from your shit."

[The interrogations go haywire as soon as they begin again. Which one of us is being interrogated. "What happened to Jeremy Ewbank. Don't make me rhyme a hundred things with master in a bad rap. Aye, you know that gurl was my princess. You know, we know, we would never let go of or throw away one another, so where is he, *I put an invisible gun, but because I have written this, I will always be paranoid of them. We have to avoid them.

Evacuation Strategies: Red dots: Fun if you're a cat, dangerous if it is a gun. Shrodinger's Gun.

I take a break from interrogations because of laziness and lack of drugs. "JENGA," I claim, and the imaginary tower falls. How to explain a thing about creative manifestation to you, about all of the wild possibilities? So hard, I'd rather play Nintendogs for three hours.]

This is breaking bread with thine enemy

[thewoildis-yaerster]

Abusus Non Tollit Usum

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four: Maps

Description: The one where we learn more about Jack and the main plot is introduced.

Warnings:  Swearing (like, maybe one??? maybe??? one swearing???), homophobia.

Notes: I based this chapter a little off of the section of the musical where they find out Pulitzer brought up the price of papers and I had my phone propped up against the laptop screen so I could look at the script. I'm surprised my keyboard still works from the number of times my phone fell and hit it.

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“I couldn’t sleep at all last night.” Race mumbled tiredly, his face buried in Spot’s chest.

“Neither could I. I’m nervous.” Smalls uncomfortably shifted in her computer chair and adjusted her cap to where it was backward.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, guys.” Specs commented, not sounding entirely sure.

“Specs, c’mon. You’ve been going here as long as the rest of us have. You’re nervous, too.” Buttons replied, attempting to distract himself by watching Cats. Specs huffed and started picking at the exposed wood of the table.

“I wish Albie and Jack would hurry up and get here.” Elmer was sprawled out across both her seat and Albert’s seat, her cap covering her face.

“We could always, you know, work on the newspaper. We are the newspaper club, after all.” Mush suggested.

“Yeah, you can have fun trying to focus on your column.” Finch had their feet propped up on their table and was picking at the skin around their fingernails. Mush rolled their eyes and turned on their computer.

Everyone nearly jumped up when the door to the club room opened. It was David. “Hey, everybody. Sorry, I’m late. I got a little lost again.”

“Has no one given you a map?” Henry questioned.

“We have maps?” Mike and Ike asked in unison.

“I don’t recall being given a map,” David answered.

“I don’t recall there ever being maps.” Katherine joined in.

“Just get Jack to draw you one. He knows this school up and down. He’s had to hide in just about every crevice of this dump.” Henry checked his watch and sighed.

“Hide? Why?”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at him in confusion.

“Wait. You don’t know?” Spot scoffed.

“I guess not.” David raised an eyebrow in equal confusion.

“Jack’s a legend around here! Everyone knows who he is. He was always the one the popular kids would turn to for answers to homework and for paper or pencils, but one summer he came back to school and his entire personality had just flipped. When they discovered they couldn’t just push him over anymore, they started to just not like him. But then he stopped caring about not getting in trouble, and that’s when all hell broke loose. He isn’t the type to just get in trouble for no reason, but if it’s to defend people who can’t defend themselves, then he’s all for it. Hardly any of the students, teachers, and the staff likes him, other than his and Spot’s mother and the ones that agree with his views, so he’s often running away from other kids or adults with nothing better to do.” Crutchie explained excitedly. Whispers broke out through the room and David heard something about “Snyder the Spider.”

“You and Jack are brothers?” David asked Spot.

“Adoptive, yeah.”

“Ah.” You learn something new every day. “So, how has everyone been doing today?”

“Ask me after Albert and Jack get here.” Tommy Boy’s leg was a blur as he bounced it anxiously.

“Where are they?”

“They’re down in the office trying to convince Pulitzer to let us have a GSA,” Sniper answered.

“Is it going to work?”

“Not likely.” Race groaned, turning to face David. He had light bags under his eyes, his piercings weren’t in, and he didn’t have eyeliner on. The others had seen him like that, but it was definitely new to David.

“Come on, guys. We can’t lose hope. I’m sure they’ll come busting through the door any minute now, smiles on their faces, saying-” JoJo got cut off by the door being thrown open.

“It didn’t work!” Jack exclaimed.

“What’d you say!?” Mush jumped out of their chair, nearly knocking Finch over in the process.

“He hardly let us talk!”

“What’d he say?” Specs questioned.

“He said, and I quote, ‘I will not allow that kind of filth contaminate my school. It is disgusting, vile, and sickening. Now, get out of my office before I give both of you detention.’” Albert made his voice deeper to mock Pulitzer.

“He can’t just say that, can he?” Finch then rose out of their chair and walked up to Albert and Jack. One by one, everyone followed.

“Why not? It’s his school.” Race whined hopelessly.

“Don’t we have rights!?” Henry shouted.

“We have the right to suffer. We ought to just get back to work and forget the idea.” Crutchie gestured to his computer.

“After all of that!?”

“Do we have a choice!?”

“Hold on! No one’s forgetting anything.” Jack sat down on a chair at the front of the classroom.

“Do you have an idea?” Tommy Boy threw his arms out.

“Keep your shirt on and let me think!”

“I have my shirt on!”

“Aha! What if we don’t show up to school? That has to hurt them somehow!”

“What? Like a strike?” David spoke up.

“Hey, you heard Davey. We’re on strike!”

“Whoa. I didn’t say-”

“We’re quite a big number here! We could do it!”

“My father wouldn’t even think about letting me stay home for no reason!” Finch argued.

“This isn’t ‘no reason’! Right, Davey?”

“Leave me out of this. I didn’t ask to be here.” David turned to look out of the window.

“Oh, and the rest of us chose this? Just because we’re different doesn’t give anyone the right to treat us like that!”

“It doesn’t matter. You can’t strike.”

“And why is that?”

David let out a laugh in disbelief. “We’re students! Sure, it might put a dent in their perfect system, but if we’re out too many days, our parents will be sent to court! I don’t know about the rest of you, but I personally don’t want that happening! I’m already lying to them about my ribs. I don’t need them going to jail.”

Everyone sighed and thought in silence.

“You have to have an idea, Davey.” Hot Shot’s voice was soft like it was when they saved him from Oscar and Morris a few days before.

David groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “…We could protest.” He suggested.

“What’s the difference?” Race raised his hand and asked.

“When you go on strike, you usually stop working altogether, but like I said, we can’t do that. A protest can occur before or after working hours. Hell, you could even protest while working.”

“How do we do that?” Jack questioned. David didn’t respond. “Davey?” David cursed, then walked over and joined the group.

“Here’s what we do. We start out small. We need people on our side. We need adults and kids. We quite literally wear our pride on our sleeve. Head to toe in nothing but pride colors. If any of us can’t safely wear anything like that around our families, then we help each other out. We make a petition. If none of that works, we get the entire neighborhood involved. We show Pulitzer that he can’t just walk all over us. We have rights!”

“Yeah!” Everyone agreed in unison.

“Alright. We might as well start now. Does anyone know any adults we can get on our side?”

Everyone aside from Katherine, Race, Buttons, Romeo, Spot, and Jack shook their heads. Those six smiled at each other, then turned to David. “Miss Medda.”

[mistressmargauxmulloy]

wraith of the goddess || punishment summary

WHO: @katbarton

WHAT: Margaux knocks Kat down a few pegs.  In brutal fashion.

WHERE: Margaux’s penthouse; The Garden

WHEN: 14 August 2019; Late at Night

WATCH OUT: Breathplay

Margaux was angry.  No, that’s an understatement.  Margaux was furious.  Filled with a pent up rage that had no outlet.  Rage that had built since that fateful night with Amira, and augmented by Mother’s subsequent disappointment.  Manifesting in forced self reflection in the dark.

Kat Barton had bad mouthed her once before, and wisely recanted.  But all of that self preservation had gone by the proverbial wayside, leaving Margaux no choice but to ‘knock her down a few pegs’.

The guards bring Kat to Margaux’s penthouse as requested.  Bound and writhing on the floor, Kat is dumped at Margaux’s Louboutin’d feet.  The Domme looks down on the mouthy submissive with obvious disdain.

“Since you revel in spewing shit, it’d only be fitting to put the shit back where it came from.”

What Kat doesn’t see--but certainly smells--is a shot glass, that sits on the kitchen counter, within it a chunky concoction of anchovies, pungent cheese, milk and lemon juice.

Margaux has the guards move Kat outdoors onto the roof deck and she is sat on one of the deck chairs, arms bound behind her back.  Carefully, she loosely buckles a ball gag, allowing it to hang outside of Kat’s mouth for the moment.   But this is isn’t a normal ball gag.  It’s whiffle ball gag; hollow with a few small holes. 

At the moment, the little whiffle ball piece is in Margaux’s pocket--she has to prepare it first.  Donning a pair of rubber gloves, Margaux takes the fetid shot glass, and scoops bits of chum-like mixture to fill the little ball to the brim with.  

Clipping it onto its setting in the gag, the chum filled ball is abruptly forced into Kat’s mouth.  Kat reacts with obvious revulsion, choking down the urge to vomit.

Margaux tuts the now gagging submissive, remarking that it’s such a pity they couldn’t be a little chummier.  So, Margaux says, she decided to start this punishment off by being chummier.  Kat, merely gags in response.

But alas, Margaux finally remarks, outspoken words and behavior like the kind Kat displayed today can be just so...isolating.  Pushing everyone away with such repugnant behavior is simply awful.  Including Margaux herself, who had once genuinely offered Kat something nice for her birthday, but Kat did not hesitate to spew her filth at her.  And a blubbering Babin.

And oh, the Domme continues, how she laments punishing the Cordelia Barton’s daughter; ugh, she shivers, it makes her feel dirty.  What a shame that something so disappointing could come from someone so great.  And that if isolation is what Kat desired with her lashing out, then Margaux would gladly provide it.

At Margaux’s command, the guards move the gagging submissve to another section of the roof, amid the HVAC and piping, and dump the submissive next to one of the corner units.  And all of the roof lights are turned off, Kat is left alone with her thoughts on the darkened roof for over an hour.  

Margaux watches from a security feed, noting how the submissive attempts to curl into herself.  

The final phase to this punishment is what Margaux had needed the most.  To take something pretty and crush it.  To vent that rage on a deserving target.  And at present, Kat was said target.  

She’s retrieved from the roof and brought back into the penthouse, the gag removed.  And she’s permitted some water to rinse out the foul taste, although Margaux surmised the taste would linger long after their time together concludes.

Kat is moved by the guards to Margaux’s play room, strapped over a saw horse, pants lowered to expose her ass.  Her legs and arms are still bound.  And the Domme soon follows, sitting on a stool a short distance from Kat’s head. 

All the while, Margaux’s fingers play at the handle of a vampire paddle, as though she were weighing its use.  Studding the surface of the device are a myriad of small sharpened spikes, barely visible to the eye.  Margaux stands and approaches Kat, a smirk pulling at her chiseled face.

“Right about now, I think this is what you want the most, isn’t it?”  The Domme remarks, still toying with the brutal leather slapper, making sure to get it close enough to Kat’s eyes, wherein she can see the little spikes.  “You want nothing more than for me to spank you with this until you bleed down the backs of those thighs, and your ass looks like ground beef.”

Margaux, now walking a slow orbit around the prone submissive, slowly runs the spiked surface of the slapper along the smooth curve of Kat’s exposed ass.  A trail of goose bumps left in it’s wake.

“But no.”  Margaux continues, tossing the slapper aside.  “A punishment ceases to be if I’m merely giving you what you want.  No.  That will not do.”  Turning around, she reaches for another strip of leather.  Another gag.

The gag is unceremoniously positioned onto Kat’s face; the small rubber ball is stuffed into Kat’s mouth, while Margaux takes the bladder into her hand.  Satisfied with the gag’s position, Margaux squeezes it in quick succession, inflating the little ball to several magnitudes in size.  Within seconds, Kat’s mouth is completely filled by the rubber ball; now the size of an apple.

In Margaux’s right hand is her phone, and her left hovers just above Kat’s nose.  “Let’s see here...aha,”  The Domme begins to read aloud: 

“Oh, okay! I get it. You’re all bark and no fuckin’ bite. Wow, a shirt!  A SHIRT!!! I’m so fucking scared of you. Aren’t all you fucking cunts supposed to be holier than thou bitches thinking you’re deserving of worship when you’re really just wasting all our precious oxygen??? Like honestly, just stop breathin’, k? All of us miserable fucking peasants that you hate so much would be so happy if you just choked on your own ego..”

“Ah!” Margaux exclaims.  “What a novel idea!”

As the final words leave her lips, Margaux’s fingers clamp down tightly on Kat’s nostrils, and she thumbs at the phone screen for a moment, finding the next diatribe.  She slowly reads it aloud, taking care to enunciate every single syllable.

“Yeah– yeah, I see. Goddess Mulloy wants us all to lick the fucking bottom of her heels, but can’t give anyone else the time of day unless she deems them worthy. You know what that sounds like to me? Sounds like a shit domme. Do you really believe anyone’s gonna go out of their fucking way to worship you when you can’t get your head out of your own ass to I dunno, think about OTHER PEOPLE? Nah, son. A good Domme knows how to listen to submissives, NOT IGNORE THEM, MISTRESS MULCHFACE.”

And finally, she reaches Kat’s conversation with Valentina:

“No, I don’t think it’ll do shit, because no one has my fucking back. They’re all doing just like you are– trying to get me to stop and not standing up to this bitch. Stop trying to be my therapist.” 

After nearly 35 long, agonizing seconds without a single breath of air, Margaux finally releases Kat’s nostrils and vents the bladder.  The gag is ripped from Kat’s mouth to permit her to breathe.  Amid Kat’s gasping breaths, Margaux tuts the submissive once more.

“You claim my ego is so gargantuan, and yet, you so flawlessly spit in the faces of those who care...all in a selfish effort to get my attention, and, of course, this punishment.  Oof...I shudder to think of what they’ll say once I let you go.”

And letting the submissive go, is exactly what Margaux does next.  Sending Kat off via car to Valentina’s home.

[tomorrowfortoday]

So You Had a Bad Day

I may have been a little inspired to write a Mikane OneShot. This will only be available to read here on tumblr, so enjoy :3 *Warning: Foul language, violence, and sexual/abusive themes ahead* *But also good, happy stuff*

Just another beautiful day in the life. That’s what they all say right? People. The same people that just won’t leave her alone day after day. Today included. Oh especially today. Between having to put up with cat calls during her work hours, which she thought would give her at least a decent amount of professional respect, and being shoved shoulder to shoulder in the busy Shizume subway, Akane Himura had had enough. Even without all the antagonists she was having a bad day. Headaches, natural bad temperament which had gotten her into trouble several times that day already, and hallucinations that put louder than normal whispers in her ears and made her feel like she was under a blaring spotlight. Some days as a schizophrenic were better than others. This wasn’t one of them. Although, she would start to be a little more alarmed about it if the severity had made her call in sick. She wasn’t quite in that condition yet luckily. Every bump, every little shove of the people around her set her on edge and made her bite down on her cheek or tongue to keep from screaming at them. Or worse. It was like she could feel the heat coming off of them all. The filth, the sweat of the hot day, the stench of the auras of strangers. She hated it. It all made her want to jump into a pool of ice, just to rid her mind of any thought of them. Their suffocating heat. It was almost dark out but still it seemed as though the sparse clouds were trapping the sun’s rays in the earth’s atmosphere. The stars gave her none of the freedom she often sought from them as she left the underground station to finally breath semi-fresh city air. Her anger worsened slightly when the heavy feeling in her chest refused to dissipate. The walk home wasn’t long. The bar Homra was in an ideal spot for business, in a location easily accessible by basically all means of transport in the big, bright city. In her current state of desperation to be on familiar, happier grounds, Akane made the mistake of deciding to take a shortcut. She could handle herself, as she had proven time and time again. The thought that she shouldn’t be putting herself in dangerous situations in the first place didn’t even cross her mind. Well. Maybe it did. But nothing stopped her from ignoring and forgetting it altogether. She simply pulled the hood of her sweater up and tugged her backpack, which had her work uniform and wallet in it, closer, and tried to look as dark and invisible, or hopefully at least as scary, as possible. It didn’t work. “Hey there, whatcha got in the bag?” The man’s sticky, ill-smelling breath wafted over her and she tried to walk past without a word. “Oi, I’m talkin’ to ya!” “Yeah, and I’m ignoring you, fuck off bucko.” She flipped him off as she quickened her pace in the shadows, only to be yanked back by the wrist as the guy suddenly grabbed her. “Well well well, you’ve got a nice voice under all that. What else are ya hiding from me, sweetheart?” His eyes slowly creeped over her form and she cursed at herself for wearing shorts that day. Thoughts of what he was planning to do to her made the bile rise in her throat. Her heart rate increased and she fought off the flashbacks. Panicking wouldn’t do her any good. Panicking would only get her hurt again. The pressure on her arm built up and she yelped slightly as he tried to pull her closer, already reaching his other hand out to grope at her. And then she snapped. She used his own strength against him and used the momentum, along with her own force, to slam him against the wall behind them. A knife, which she had hidden in her pocket, was pressed against his throat and the fear that he had intended to be on her face now adorned his own. “You are fucking around with the wrong bitch on the wrong day, asshole.”  No-one would notice. He looks like a nobody. A sexist, disgusting nobody. Kill him. You know you want to. You know you miss the smell of blood. Kill him kill him killhim killkillkill. She shoved the voices away, desperately trying not to give in to their urges. Akane got right up in his face and whispered menacingly, bright grey eyes piercing into his very soul, “Don’t. Touch. Me.” She fire in her words must’ve burned him to the core because as she practically tossed him away he ran like a madman to god knows where to do god knows what. The red subsided from her vision and she looked down at her hands. Giving a tired sigh, she retracted the knife and put it back into her pocket, continuing on her way like nothing had happened. It was the best defense mechanism she had. If she pretended that nothing had happened, then it was like nothing had happened. At least... not until she was in a safe enough space to deal with it. Only for a split second did she stop to look up and wonder, would they care if something bad happened to me? Thoughts like these often crossed her mind lately. She finally had something like a home. She felt a connection with all the wonderful, albeit at times annoying, people that had welcomed her into their lives. Yata had accepted her again, or at least she hoped. Tatara fussed over her like a mother hen, or at least she thought. And Kusanagi always kept a distant but watchful eye over her to make sure she felt safe. And happy. Or so she dreamed. With her condition it was nearly impossible to get a definite read on people, so she often had to question herself, she couldn’t help but occasionally doubt them. And it wasn’t something she could be blamed for. She continued on in silence for the rest of the short journey. “Akane! Thought I’d catch you around here.” She saw Yata approaching from a little ways down the aisle of buildings and quietly cursed when she looked down at her arm. A purple bruise was already forming from where she had been grabbed, and it traveled down her hand far enough that her sleeve wouldn’t be able to hide it. She did her best anyway and put on a happy mask. “Sorry you had to take the late shift today, how was it?” The events of the day echoed through her mind at light-speed but her face remained unchanged. Horrible. Terrible. Worth forgetting and incinerating from my frikken head entirely. “Eh, you know. The usual. It was fine.” She shrugged and continued to lightly smile at him. She felt bad for it, for how frequently she used this tactic on him. But he almost always bought it so she continued to use it. “I figured. Look, me and the guys were thinking that-” he put his hand on her shoulder as she walked past, something he had done many many times before, only this time she jumped and even swatted it away. They both looked at each other in confusion. It had been entirely reflexive, Akane hadn’t even expected that from herself. “S-sorry. I... didn’t mean to do that.” “You ok?” She had made the mistake of letting the mask slip for only a fraction of a second when he touched her. Even her best friend had put her on edge and the contact made her cringe without warning. “Um, yeah. Long day. I’m just-I’ll just go home.” “Want me to walk you? You’ve been kinda on edge since this morning. It’s a bad day isn’t it?” He knew that the condition would affect her in waves. He was used to it and knew that, although it was often difficult or awkward, he had to force her to communicate so that he wouldn’t make it worse. She shook her head, “I just wanna be alone for a little while.” He frowned, obviously not liking the idea but also knowing he didn’t have much of a say in the matter. “Ok.” She smiled at him appreciatively. “Just text me when you get there.” “Yeah. Sure thing mom.” But the words didn’t have quite the same humorous ring to them. The same life. He frowned in worry but watched as his friend walked off towards their base, alone against his own better judgement. Finally, she was standing at the front door, and thanking the stars that Yata hadn’t noticed her arm in the darkness. Time for round two. It was colder than she had expected inside, and the burst of conditioned air even made her shiver at first contact. But that didn’t slow her from her newfound mission. Upon entering the building, Akane headed straight for the kitchen. She didn’t see anyone awake, which was probably the most shocking thing that whole night. The bar was closed, but it wasn’t even that late yet. Someone was definitely still up at this hour. The girl decided not to worry about it yet, and simply tugged at her sleeve just in case, finally making it to the back room with all the food. Somehow it was even colder, and she found herself wishing she had been wearing a thicker sweater. This one had mostly been for aesthetic purposes rather than functionality. Please be in here please please- aha! Tatara, you’re a lifesaver. She searched through the fridge, racing the effects of what had just transpired, to find what she had asked for. A giant jar of pickles. Some girls had chocolate or ice cream, but for some reason, whenever she had a mental breakdown or the insatiable urge to cry, pickles were the only thing that could quench her sorrows. She blamed it on probably being dropped one too many times as a kid. “Oh fucking hell, why can’t I just have one goddamn thing?!” Tears of frustration began to build up in her eyes as she struggled to open the jar. She grumbled and swore as she battled with the metal lid. She tried everything. Running it under warm water, using a dish towel, she even bent a poor, unsuspecting spoon trying to pry it open. Finally, she went back to trying to use plain old brute force. And proceeded to hurt her wrist. In a burst of fury that had built up over the last couple of hours, she raised the glass above her head, ready to just smash it on the ground and risk eating broken glass shards with her snack. But as she went to swing her arms down, the weight of the jar disappeared. She looked at her hands in confusion and jumped as someone cleared their throat behind her. Akane spun around like lightning and came face to face with none other than Mikoto Suoh. Holding a jar of pickles, which he easily opened with a satisfying pop of the lid. She refused to meet his eyes, past the emotional point of being able to fake anything. He placed the lid back on and screwed it back only partially so she could get it off again, and handed it back to her with one hand. Akane reached out to take it, and his other hand gently caught her own before she could react. The confused look hit her again when her reflexes didn’t kick in. She didn’t jump back, she didn’t smack him. Nothing. She just sat there and let it happen. She nearly broke into tears at the first comforting warmth she had felt all day. His hand was surprisingly soft and gentle as he turned hers so he could see the bruise on the back of it. It was clearly fresh, so she wouldn’t be able to lie about getting it a few days ago or anything. His aura didn’t infuriate her, didn’t make her want to rip his throat out. If anything it only served to weaken her resolve, to bring her closer to breaking down. Don’t. You’re fine. Crying is for children. Nothing even happened so stop being a baby. It doesn’t matter that his hand is warm and comforting and feels like home so suck it up and deal with it. “What happened?” She carefully, softly pulled her hand back, instantly missing his touch. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” She said quietly. He sighed and reluctantly handed over the jar. She gladly accepted it and turned away from him without another word, even more desperately trying to fight back the sobs that were attempting to choke her. Trying to ignore the emptiness she felt as she tried to put physical distance between them. They’re all the same. He’ll only hurt me if I trust him. I’m just tired and weak. People are all the same. They’ll all only betray me. They don’t care. They’re just... horrible and cold. His footsteps took him a few feet away, but then stopped. Mikoto halted in the doorway and looked back at her. It would have been funny, a girl cradling a jar of pickles like it was a child, if she didn’t look so heartbroken. The day must’ve really kicked her ass. She didn’t deserve that. He knew it. He caught slight movement in her otherwise motionless body and realized she was shivering. He never felt the cold, always able to produce more than enough of his own heat to maintain comfort. But she was different. She was fragile. She had to be taken care of, no matter what she said or how much she protested. The man frowned as she sniffled, fighting a losing battle against her own overpowering emotions. He knew she wanted to be more, or less, than human. That she did her best to fight emotions altogether. But underneath it all there was only so much she could take. He only wished he could protect her from everything that seemed to try so desperately to push her past the breaking point. Akane hugged the jar to her chest like it would stop her heart from exploding. There were too many emotions. She couldn’t deal. Not alone. Her own burdens were crushing her in the isolation she had created for herself.  Then, out of nowhere, there was safety. She turned in surprise, just in time to see Mikoto exit the room, leaving behind his jacket, which was now wrapped around her shoulders. It was still warm from his touch. It created a shelter around her that, instead of separating her from the world, protected her from it. And for the first time that night she felt safe. She wiped some of the tears from her eyes and pulled it tighter around her, a small smile forcing its way to her lips, and a mild but persistent heat rose to her cheeks. Well... maybe not all of them.

[thespoonplayer]

(DJ) Spoon’s Review of 2018

This year I haven’t listened to much music at all, at least not in comparison to previous years and I certainly haven’t been to many gigs. I’m sure this won’t last but this year I’ve been busier at work so less likely to plug in, I’ve stuck to the radio in the car just to keep up with how messy Brexit really is (ooer a bit of politics) and my runs have been 100% fueled by podcasts so music has just taken a backseat. However, I couldn’t let the year go past without some kind of list...so here is a pot pourri of my favourite discoveries of 2018.

1. Podcasts

Seeing as these have been so important this year I’ll start here...and cheat slightly by bigging up some oldies, but good enough to bang on about again.

Old favourites : Running Commentary (Comedians Paul Tonkinson and Rob Deering take you on their runs and chat sometimes about running, but always about life, kids, comedy and anything that pops into their heads), Adam Buxton (always entertaining ramble chat from Dr Buckles whoever is on, I’ve learnt stuff and I’ve laughed a lot), My Dad Wrote a Porno (Sheer filth as ever but genuinely caused me to LOL during my runs, wondering if people can hear that I’m listening to chat about vaginal lids).

New entries : Off Menu (Ed Gamble and James Acaster opened their genie run fantasy restaurant a month ago and it has quickly become one of my favourite podcasts ever. Eclectic guests pick their fantasy 3 course meals, simple premise and it works. The Scroobius Pip episode was a perfect clash of two excellent pods), Blank (another late entry into 2018 from Jim Daly and Giles Paley-Phillips ostensibly about blank moments in life but just rammed with infotaining chat from ‘non standard’ guests including a jaw dropping episode with Michael Rosen and fun with Gary Lineker and Susie Dent), Poddin’ on the Ritz (sadly now finished with maybe its only series) this pod recorded backstage at Young Frankenstein by Hadley Fraser and the sublime Ross Noble made me laugh more than any other in 2018, it might be about musicals but their search for Kenneth Branagh’s snowglobes and Lesley Joseph adoration was a joy.

2. Board games

They say a family that plays together, stays together. Well we are together more than you can imagine. We’ve played over 220 games this year! Here are our favourite new games into our collection:

The game of the year is Azul, a seemingly simple tile grab and place game, building up a mosaic prettier than anyone else, is full of strategy and a little (but not too much) shafting of others. If you really want to shaft your fellow players though then pick up Unstable Unicorns, a card game where you aim to grow your stable of unicorns, whilst stopping others filling theirs. SO many different cards, tactics and ways to mess it up, you will swear at some point. Discovered in the excellent new board game cafe The Dice Box in Leamington, we bought Meeple Circus before we left, it’s that much fun. Rehearse and perform the best tiny wooden meeple circus performance, accompanied by a bespoke playlist. Stack the acrobats, balance the lions and raise the bar. Another board game cafe, Chance & Counters in Bristol introduced us to the frantic game of Klask, a cross between air hockey, pool and table football. Slide the magnets around to flick a ball into your opponents hole, avoid the magnetic biscuits and don’t KLASK! When is a game not a game? another game of the year has been played a lot in our house, and it’s The Mind. 100 cards numbered 1-100, no words between players and a tense task to lay cards in ascending order. Simple? yes? possible? nope! but it’s sure to cause fun and arguments. The final two of MY favourite sadly aren’t quite as loved by my family, but I’ll get them there. Sagrada is a similar game to Azul with you attempting to build a beautiful stained glass window with coloured dice. More variations and thinking needed than Azul which adds to the challenge. And finally and lovely chess like 2 player game which transports you to the sun dappled Greek island of Santorini. Take the powers of a god and build the traditional blue domed white houses of the island whilst trying to stop your opponent climbing onto a roof. A lot of ‘aha, you’ve stopped me’ moments.

3. TV

It’s been a long old year at work, and in the world of parenting so we’ve found ourselves flopped on the settee many evenings just soaking up great drama, comedy and chilling ;o)

We are very late to the party with Suits but that means we have 8 series to wade through! Really neat writing, bants and relationships between characters, a ‘don’t worry they will always win’ calmness about it and you get to see the Queen in her knickers...ish. Another Netflix treat this year was Magic for Humans with Justin Willman, a hugely likeable and funny magician pulling off tricks that constantly make me smirk with a huge dollop of WTF? amazing. A huge recommendation. A late entry to my TV highlights of 2018 is from the warped warped mind of Charlie Brooker...of course with Bandersnatch. An interactive choose your own adventure TV ‘event’ (I know) that had us hooked for the full 90 minutes (only if you want to see how much bloodshed you can invoke!). Completely on the other end of the spectrum was the sublime and minimalistic Mortimer and Whitehouse: Gone Fishing. I don’t like fishing and why would I find two old mates just teasing each other for half an hour entertaining? No idea but it was beautiful. Like Radio 4, comforting and perfect. Then a few suspenseful dramas that got us on the edge of the settee, Killing Eve (quirky AF), Bodyguard (did they really kill Keely Hawes that early?) and Informer (bleak bleak bleak) and sweaty bullocks in ‘should be in the next section really’ Bird Box (made Informer seem like a giggle fest).

4. Films

Really haven’t been to the cinema much in the last 12 months and only once to see a ‘grown up’ film I think but kid’s films are SO good at the moment that’s ok. A few stand out films for me were:

Ralph Breaks the Internet, much better than the first one, lots of #lolz internet jokes and more than a little heart. Wrap me up in a duvet and give me a hot cocoa and Paddington 2 any day, tears at the end. A little more sighing but just as much emotion in Christopher Robin, not sure why Eeyore had an American accent but the characters were spot on and nicely faithful to the original concepts. The one time I did venture out for an adult (it’s a 12 so almost ;o) and saw Ready Player One I was delighted, yeah it might not be a) as good as or b) anything like the book but a visual treat and an enjoyable romp.

5. Books

I read A LOT, until my Kindle donks me on the head in bed anyway...literally a tiny selection of books that have kept me awake. 

The Secret Lives of Colour - Kassia St Clair. They say never judge a book by its cover. Well that didn’t work...I bought this purely because it is a beautiful package, the hardback a lot more pleasing imho. Simply 2 coloured pages about how each colour was discovered, invented and introduced throughout history. I never really gave it a thought that colours were...made. Weird and fascinating.

This Is Going to Hurt - Adam Kay. A hilarious ‘secret’ diary of a junior doctor that horrifies at the same time. I think we all knew it was a hard life but bloody hell, if you didn’t love the NHS before you will after this. A thoroughly enjoyable and insightful story of Adam’s journey through medicine. And that ending...wooof.

Moose Allain - I Wonder What I’m Thinking About. I love Moose, I love his colour-me-advent calendars, I love his tweet threads that show the best in Twitter, I love his cartoons and this book is all of those wrapped up in one. And a certain Mr Spoon is to thank for the publication, find me in the back of Unbound funders! An inspiring book for anyone who loves art, creativity and childish humour.

Factfulness : Ten Reasons We’re Wrong About the World - Hans Rosling. A brilliantly clever and educational book about why the world is NOT as shit as it might seem some times. It’s all backed up by real data and lovely lovely graphs!

Lee Child and Ian Rankin. A highlight of the year is the next Reacher and Rebus novels and these two didn’t disappoint. Rebus’ latest adventure Past Tense, is a self-contained story that could introduce anyone to the man machine that is Jack Reacher. Rebus however is back, retired but won’t lie down, in In A House of Lies, an old case comes back to haunt him and will this finally be his downfall? I doubt it!

6. Music

As mentioned, I haven’t ‘been into music’ as much in 2018 for various reasons but I’ve still enjoyed some great new discoveries:

Barns Courtney - The Attractions of Youth, discovered via the use of Glitter and Gold for the theme tune of Netflix’s Safe. An album of ‘cheesy, commercially viable blues and folk rock’ apparently. I just liked the visceral nature of some of the tracks and it always fired me up at work on slow days.

Isaac Gracie - Isaac Gracie, a rare listened to recommendation from my wife. Isaac is everything I claim to like, fragile thin sensitive boys with acoustic guitars....and I do very much with this. Painful screeched out tales of heartbreak. Sublime.

R.E.M. - Live at the BBC, 104 rare and live tracks from arguably one of the best bands ever. Some of the tracks I haven’t heard since my bootleg cassette buying days at Sheffield Uni, when the world was in black and white. Not all tracks are of the greatest audio quality but bliss for a fanboy like me.

Creep Show - Mr Dynamite, a spin off project for Mr John Grant and even from the eclectic crooner this is an odd one. Glitchy electronica with vocoders all over the place. Weird and very Marmite.

Public Service Broadcasting - Every Valley and everything else. The latest offering from the other PSB was a trip through the miner’s crisis and Thatcher years. Bleak? yup but fascinating snippets of well, public service broadcasting and guest stars including the obligatory Welsh rockers the Manics. This album is perfect by itself but it ‘forced’ me to go back and really discover all the PSB albums. The Live at Brixton release is a huge recommendation, I wish I was there.

Rex Orange County - Apricot Princess, maybe I just added this in to seem cool as Rex, aka Alexander O’Conner, was ‘one to watch in 2018′ from the BBC. A multi-instrumentalist that dabbles with hippity hop, R&B and piano pop. The first track alone contains about three musical styles if you wait. 

7. Food & Drink

I run, because I really like food. And thankfully I’ve run a lot in 2018 so I got to enjoy a lot.

I was introduced to the weird fermented tea monstrosity that is kombucha by my sister-in-law. Vinegar tasting drink that may or may not help your gut that grows in your living room. WTAF? However, health benefits aside the LA Brewery Strawberry and Black Pepper drink is something, alongside my pilgrimage to Leon, worth going to London for. I’ve heard it’s also for sale in Solihull but I don’t often travel that far beyond my class ;o) I’d say, try it...but I suspect 9/10 people with hate the flavour. 

I suspect 10/10 people that try the Aldi Black Forest Mince Pies would love them, but you won’t get a chance as I’ve bought them ALL. Aldi are a bugger for getting you hooked then never restocking. I only managed 10 boxes in 2018 and we’ve rationed well so have 12 left to get us through the bleak January weather. Cherries, Dark Chocolate, Chocolate pastry and a smidge of mincemeat. Perfect!

There are many ingredient delivery services available and I’ve only tried Gousto but I don’t know why you’d go anywhere else. 33 recipes tried and 32 of them I’d have again, with the one not so good one was still far better than anything I’d cook by myself. So easy, so tasty and if you want to try it I can give you a big discount that will help us buy another box, a tad expensive without a discount but worth a treat every so often.

Genuinely I traveled to London just to visit Max’s Sandwich Shop...kinda. It was certainly the deciding factor in a day out at the Summer Exhibition (see below). I downloaded the Kindle version of this book when it was promoted in an email, I bought some Scampi Fries and made a Fish Finger sandwich, I crumbled up some Ginger Nuts into a Mascarpone and Jam sandwich and I made a Fried Egg, Shoestring Fried and Gammon sandwich then I NEEDED to go and see how it’s really done. Amazing over the top sandwiches in a rough little hipster cafe in Stroud Green (no me neither and it’s a long walk from the tube!). So good I had to a) buy the hard copy of the book and b) carry half the sandwich home as even I couldn’t manage it all...not with deep fried macaroni balls filling me up ;o)

8. Places

A family that plays together, stays together as a great man once said. And we don’t just play inside, we love adventures so adventures we had.

I’d never been to the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition, as it’s in that there London which often seems hundreds of miles away...but I’m so glad that I visited this year. A trip with a good friend with neither of us knowing quite what to expect. We saw, and laughed, and marveled at, paintings, sculptures, videos, photos, models, and weirdness by Banksy next to Joe Lycett next to Grayson Perry next to Harry Hill, next to me mate Lorsen Camps from Coventry. The SA allows ANYONE to submit artwork for consideration and anyone can be accepted. I think this has to become a yearly visit, awesome.

My parents have been wanting to take our kids, and their big kid, to The Forbidden Corner in North Yorkshire for a few years now...and I’m so happy we finally got round to going. Started as a folly to entertain his children this huge labyrinthine site is crammed with strange sculptures, mazes, tricks and squirting fountains. Many hours were spent squeezing through holes, getting lost and getting wet. Beautifully eccentric.

A family holiday to Brittany meant we could visit the loopy city (it’s their phrase!) of Nantes and more importantly Les Machines d’Ile. Ostensibly the workshop of  a group of engineers and artists that make huge animatronic machines and animals...that you can ride on! Needs to be seen to be believed, the Elephant brings out the big kid in everyone...and we can’t wait to go back in a few years when they’ve built a huge forest over the river with ride on caterpillars and dragonfly. Incredible. The city itself is dotted with crazy art and interactive pieces encouraging play, I know a city closer to home that should be the UK Loopy City of Culture!

Luckily Tilly is a Harry Potter obsessive AND it was her birthday last year so it gave us the excuse we didn’t need to visit the Warner Brothers Harry Potter Studio Tour. Wow, just wow. The incredible detail in everything made for the film, the engineering, the amount of artists involved and the presentation of the exhibition blew us away. I’ve enjoyed everything in this list but this maybe was the most magical in the best way.

Many many amazing experiences warrant a mention, but I just don’t have enough words, include Talking Birds - Walk with Me, Print Manufactory Darkroom Workshop, Ludic Rooms Random String Festival, Go Karting with Tilly, some dancing balloons in Broadgate, Godiva Festival with Tony Christie et al, Bristol Gromit trail, Disc Golfing with my girls, Edinburgh Fringe with Dick and Dom and with another wonderful dick from Coventry starring in Bon Jovi musical We’ve Got Each Other, Pandas! at Edinburgh Zoo, Matilda the Musical with Tilly at last, running the Coventry Mile with the girls’ school, Dippy the Dinosaur in Brum, Wicksteed Park (amazing family fun theme park like what they used to be), Cycling on Stratford Greenway in the sun, Autotesting at MotoFest, Bourton-on-the-Water (it’s just a shame 3 million other people know about this gorgeous village), Giant Pac Man in the city centre, Pork Pie making with a good friend, CET several times, Novelty Automation in London and being on The One Show, a couple of Hope & Social gigs and much much much more fun with my wonderful fam and friends. Roll on 2019!

[ingridgovaninsights]

The Charlotte Chapters- Part 10

When Elliott and I left the hospital, it was one in the morning. The town was quiet; I didn’t even know which town we’d ended up in. But Elliott knew his way around. We started driving back home. It was a quiet night on the highway.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what was Victoria saying to you on the phone?” I asked after we had driven in silence for a good ten or fifteen minutes.

It wasn’t a comfortable silence, it was an awkward silence. I was perfectly fine with comfortable silence, but our silences recently weren’t so comfy. There was an unspoken tension in the air between us.

“Oh, she was getting all pissed off because I took you to the crisis unit,” he mumbled. “But hey, what else is new, right?”

“Elliott, what is her problem?” I asked. “She seems to really have something against me.”

“Yep, it’s because of our history,” he said. “Victoria is a very… jealous person. But she has her reasons, so I’m not going to go and talk shit about her.”

“She has her reasons? You’re trying to justify it,” I said, getting quite heated about it. “She can be jealous all she wants, but you haven’t given her a reason to be so rude to you. The way she’s been talking to you is just… ridiculous. Do you not see that?”

Elliott shrugged. “I mean, sometimes I think maybe she’s a little out of line, but hey… she’s got quite a few mental issues, okay?”

“Why are you making excuses for her? You’ve told me so many times you’re the one who cuts through the bullshit. So why do you lie when it’s about her?”

Elliott sighed. He started tapping his fingers against the steering wheel; was he anxious?

“I… I don’t know. I’m afraid she’s all I’ve got. If I lose her, I lose my chance at love, at a family, at an actual life…”

“Is it true love if you have to cover things up all the time?” I asked boldly.

It was something I should have asked myself a long time ago. Elliott had no answer.

***

Elliott and I didn’t really talk again between that night and Friday night- my date night with Oliver. I was too nervous, anyways, to be dealing with the Elliott and Victoria drama. I was probably just as nervous as I was excited. Is that a bad thing?

We were supposed to be meeting downtown in a couple of hours. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, completely naked, and really looked hard at my reflection. I hated what I saw. I looked so plain, so boring. And my figure was far from the ideal- after so much stress and anxiety, I probably gained about ten pounds. I had extra weight to go around, for sure; I could pinch my side and grab a handful of fat. 

Fat- that’s how I felt.

I stood awkwardly, my hair a mess and my eyes looked tired. I didn’t feel very ladylike. Why did I have such muscular legs, and such small breasts? I wanted to feel like a woman, and a powerful one at that. I couldn’t, so long as I felt this way about myself.

So I would have to mask the insecurity. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade over my body. I squeezed a ton of body wash into the palm of my hand, and started scrubbing almost desperately. I wanted to wash away all of the filth that was my life; but sadly, no amount of scrubbing could do that.

When I was finally done showering, I towel dried my hair as best as I could and slipped into my favorite outfit- bright red skinny jeans and a plain grey v-neck. It was simple, but I felt most comfortable in it, and my red pants gave everything a pop. I felt slightly less insecure hiding under my clothes.

I wasn’t one for makeup, but I applied a thin layer to try and give myself a boost of confidence. I told myself I didn’t look half bad. It would be okay.

Before I knew it, it was time to head out. I grabbed my purse and dipped out into the brisk evening. I only had to walk a few blocks to get to downtown- it wasn’t far, yet people still felt uncomfortable about women walking alone at night. What was the big deal? Men could get kidnapped or attacked, too.

The pub looked extremely busy- every table including the tables on the patio were full. Lovely. Unfortunately, I spotted Oliver already at a table in the far corner… looks like I’d have to endure the noise level.

Oliver looked incredibly handsome, even in the poor pub lighting. His Jesus hair was tied back into a ponytail, and he wore a nicely fitted black t-shirt with faded blue ripped jeans. Even something so casual looked so fine on him… but I had to stop ogling. I was too caught up in his appearances; I didn’t even know the man yet. I composed myself and walked over to meet him.

He turned around, noticed me and smiled. “Well, look who it is.”

I couldn’t help but smile back. He had such a great energy about him, it was so hard not to feel like you were being hugged by the positivity, too. When I took a seat across from him, he watched me curiously, as if he were trying to read me. I fidgeted, feeling quite awkward about it. I never knew what to do when people looked at me for extended periods of time.

Luckily, the waitress came over and broke the awkwardness. “Hi! Can I get you something to drink?”

She was smiling over at me. I looked at Oliver’s half-full glass of beer. “I’ll have whatever he’s having. Thanks.”

With another smile and a nod she disappeared to fetch me my drink. So there we were again, in awkwardness. Damn it, why couldn’t she have stayed a little longer to avoid this situation? My heart was pounding. I felt overwhelmingly anxious.

“So, Charlotte. Tell me a bit about yourself.” I was thankful that Oliver started the conversation for us.

“Well, what would you like to know?” Apparently I couldn’t think clearly enough to come up with something to say on my own.

“Well… I know you work at the restaurant. You moved back here not too long ago. What happened there, if you don’t mind me asking?”

I hesitated. It was a bit of a personal question to be asking right away on a first date. But I wasn’t going to lie or pass on the question. My story should be heard.

“I left to move back here because I broke up with my boyfriend at the time. Not sure if I told you that or not. Anyways, it was a bit rough. He was quite… controlling. Jealous. Manipulative. Yeah, those are good words. He turned something that happened into something it wasn’t, and it caused lots of fighting between us. Things eventually had to come to an end, so I decided enough was enough.”

I tried to go for a more vague answer, since I wasn’t interested in scaring Oliver away; I just wanted to give him the gist of the story. Oliver was nodding slowly, as if he could understand. Did he, though?

“Right, right. Charlotte, I’m so sorry. That’s really awful. Do you stay in touch with him?”

“No,” I answered quickly, “not at all. He cut all contact with me, and to be honest I think I’d rather it stay that way. I don’t need to associate with people like that.”

The waitress came by and plopped the beer down on the wooden pub table. It had taken a while, no doubt- they were incredibly busy, and just next to us there was a big party table of maybe fifteen college students. They were all sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, laughing loudly and drinking endless amounts of beer. They split some nachos- which looked really tasty- and a big plate of calamari. How could they possibly have a meaningful conversation with so many people begging for their input to be heard? That’s why I didn’t like big social groups- it was difficult to go deeper than chatting about movies and sports without getting lost and overwhelmed.

The party table made me pretty anxious. Surely they’d had several pitchers of beer, and they were getting quite rowdy. They were laughing about something on the TV- but I didn’t understand what was so funny. For them, it was probably the buzz talking. Blah. I took a long drink of my beer; hopefully it would soon take the edge off. I didn’t drink alcohol as much these days- after the “three month crisis” (as Elliott and I like to call the break in the relationship for Ross and I where all I did was drink and act impulsively), I was a lot more cautious about my drinking habits. So with that knowledge, I didn’t need to drink too much to get a bit of a buzz.

“Okay. So you had a bad breakup with an asshole of a guy, and you’re not in touch with him anymore.” Oliver was thoughtful. “Okay, that gives me a lot of background and helps me know where you’re at. Thanks for sharing.”

“What about you?” I asked. “What was your last relationship like?”

“Ah,” he said, taking the final gulp of his beer, “good question. I was with my ex for two years. It was really, really good for the most part. We knew each other in high school, but weren’t part of the same social circle so we never talked. But we reconnected, randomly, on Facebook years later. Social media is pretty amazing that way. Anyways, yeah, we had a good run, but ultimately we had to go our separate ways because she decided to go backpacking in Europe for a year, which was great for her, but not my plan. We just wanted different things.”

“Wow,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a break up as… mutual as that. As cleanly cut.”

Oliver shrugged. “Sometimes there’s no choice but for it to be messy. It sounds like you didn’t have much of a say, Charlotte. So don’t think about it too much. Can’t be pals with all of your exes.”

“You could,” I said. “But would you want to, is the question.”

“Aha,” Oliver said.

We just sat for a moment, and surprisingly it wasn’t awkward. We both quietly watched the group of college students as they all started singing some random show tune through bursts of laughter. Wow, I sometimes wish I could be that free spirited. Maybe if I had more friends. Maybe if I wasn’t so anxious all the time…

“So do you wanna get out of here?” Oliver asked me with a sly grin. “We can take a walk or something, go get ice cream.”

“That sounds great.”

***

Oliver and I hung out for maybe four hours, which was considered wild for most first dates. But I wouldn’t consider myself normal- the longer the better, if it meant getting to know the other person more.

We walked along the water, and found a bench to sit at with a nice view. We had ice cream- Moose Tracks for me, plain old vanilla for him. I don’t understand how people can choose such a basic flavor when there are so many exotic flavors to try.

“So tell me what it is you like to do for fun,” Oliver said, paying special attention to his ice cream. He was flattening it out with his plastic spoon- somehow it tasted better if you manually made it soft serve. Maybe it just went down easier.

“Um…” It was a question I had to think about. Everyone seemed to have their “thing”- for instance, Elliott was a car guy; my sister was a painter, Ross had always been the video game guy. What did I do?

“I’ll go first then. I would definitely call myself an outdoorsy kind of guy. I love to hike. Last summer I went up north, no plan in mind, with a sleeping bag and a few cans of beans. I found a really cool spot in the middle of nowhere and I just camped out. On my own. It was quite peaceful- I had a fire and just sat in the quiet with a book. What a great time that was.”

Wow. I honestly couldn’t compete with that- but then again, who said it was a competition? I tried to think about what I’d been up to for the past several months, and I realized I never tried to work on myself. I worked for money- slaving away at the restaurant- and I worked to please other people, but I failed myself big time.

“Um… well, I like to hang out with friends,” I said. “Uh… is work a hobby?” I joked, laughing nervously. He was going to lose interest so fast…

Oliver chuckled. “Oh, I could probably say the same. I work a ton, too. So let’s say it��s a Wednesday night, and you have the entire night off to yourself. What do you choose to do?”

Why was Oliver asking me all of these questions? I felt like I was being interrogated, and though I didn’t do anything wrong, I felt guilty. My palms were sweaty; I shifted in my seat.

“Well… I used to write,” I mumbled. “I don’t do much of that anymore. Maybe I would have a nice bath, listen to some music… but then again, I’m not really a bath person…”

“Used to write, eh?” Oliver raised his eyebrows. “What happened with that?”

“It wasn’t anything fancy. I mean, I’m no bestselling author,” I laughed. “I used to write short stories for fun. I never showed anyone, though. I wrote tons of stuff in those 100-page journals you can get at the dollar store… I have them kept away in a giant tote somewhere.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Oliver said.

I shrugged. “Well… Ross happened. That’s my ex. And then… I think I got so involved in the idea of being a ‘we’, I forgot the whole concept of being a ‘me’.”

Oliver was nodding heavily, like he could really speak to that. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you. But Charlotte, now’s the time to rediscover that concept. You’re still young, you have lots of time to figure out what you want to do and who you are. The love you are looking for will be here when you get back, and you want to know something? If you take the time to do some soul searching, that love will be stronger than ever, and it will be so worth it.”

“You sound so wise,” I said. “It’s as if you’re speaking from experience.”

“I am thirty years old,” he said. “It’s not older by much- you’re what, twenty-three?- but old enough to have a little more knowledge on that topic. You’ll get there. And then you can pass that along to others.”

“You’re thirty,” I repeated. “Aren’t you looking to maybe settle down soon?”

Oliver shrugged. “I gave up on rushing myself, it was just stressing me out too much. Look, if I can wait this long, you can wait a little longer to better yourself and just focus on enjoying life.”

“But what if I’m always going to be alone?”

“That’s a foolish notion,” he said. “Work on yourself first.”

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I was tagged by the lovely @eggsy-youcheekytart!! thankyou so much my love <3

Name: Quinn

Nickname: Quinton, Fucker 

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 5″1/2? in dont actually measure myself lmao

Ethnicity: Born and bred in England but I’m also half Indian!

Orientation: gender - transgender male, sexuality - bisexual

Favourite fruit(s): cherries and raspberries

Favorite season: autumn

Favourite book(s): beijing comrades, bridget jones’s diary, filth, cloud atlas

Favourite flower(s): lavender

Favourite animal(s): cats and gerbils!!!!!

Favourite beverage: tea for hot, ribena for cold!!

Average hours of sleep: 7-9

Favourite fictional character(s): eggsy unwin, harry hart, harry bright, dev shah, james bond (craig era), Q (craig era), danny holt, bruce robertson, merlin

Number of blankets you sleep with: none it’s too hot atm which is weird for england lmao

Dream trip: probably a roadtrip around america and france

Blog created: june 2016 (almost a year wheeee!!!!!!)

What do I post about: kingsman and cast, colin firth, james mcavoy, james bond, occasionally tv shows like rupaul and ones ive been watching on netflix!

Do I get asks on a regular basis: nah although i got lots of lovely ones today (thankyou ily all)

Aesthetic: indie boy with a cute boyfriend - hey i didnt say this was MY aesthetic just what i wanna have eventually ://

Favorite band/artist: queens of the stone age, the rumble strips, two door cinema club, and recently ive been listening to a lot of paramore because of their new album!!!!

Fictional characters I’d date: see my favourite fictional characters list

Hogwarts house: hufflepuff

i think a lot of people have already done this, but uhh im just gonna tag people aha @gentlekingsmen @kingscunt @firthsm @hisreindeerjumper @becool--mallory give it a go if you like x

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Star Wars Rebels Shakespeare

That’s right! I’ve always wanted to do this! I’m gonna write Star Wars Rebels into a Shakespeare. Also, I’m planning on making an audio drama for it, and here are the auditions:

https://www.castingcall.club/projects/star-wars-rebels-shakespeare-audio-drama

Here’s the script for ACT I SCENE I

ACT I SCENE I

Two corrupt officers pick on a poor merchant to exercise their power and instill fear within onlookers. When the officers are about to take the man to prison for not cooperating, a young street rat intervenes to save the man and tricks the officers into thinking there is an emergency in the main square. The street rat proceeds to take some of the man's fruit and run off.

(Enter Aresko, Grint, and Stormtroopers)

GRINT: Present thy identification. Thy credentials, sir.

YOFFAR: I am only trying to peddle my goods, to earn a meager copper in this harsh city. Be it of such concern?

ARESKO: Cease thy evasion, citizen! All salesmanship must be approved by the Empire, lest they be selling contraband.

YOFFAR: I doth remember the days before thine tyranny, days of yore, before thine black ships arriv'd, to rain pov'rty and ruin upon our beautiful Lothal, as thee hast upon the rest of the galaxy.

ARESKO: Thy speech bears the echo of treason, citizen. What think you of this, Mister Grint?

GRINT: Yes, Commandant Aresko. Perhaps we shall make a model of him for others outspoken...

YOFFAR: Wait, n-no! I-

ARESKO: (Commlink beep)This is LRC-01. Officer, I am bringing some local scum to detention for a ghastly charge of treason. To where shall we deliver this criminal?

STORMTROOPER: (Over commlink) Good officer, I have a cell prepar'd on the block of AA-33. Bring him immediately.

ARESKO: I thank thee, sir. (Commlink beep) Soldiers, take this wretch away. I want never to lay mine eyes upon such filth hence. Alas, such impurities stain every street in this miserable world.

STORMTROOPER: Yes, sir!

(Troopers grab Yoffar.)

YOFFAR: Nay! I prithee! I beg of thee! Thou can'st be so cruel!

GRINT: Ha! O, peace, wretch! Thy cries fall upon deaf ears. What soul aids such a miserable man? (Calls out to crowd) What say you, citizens? Doth thee bolster the beggar? Doth thee wish to spare him his punishment? To take misfortune upon thine own shoulders? What say you, citizens? Ha ha, such cowards make easy a tyrannical rule! Aha ha ha ha!

(Enter Ezra.)

EZRA: Oh, pardon me, sir, but have you a jogan to spare for a starving youth?

GRINT: Begone, aroint thee, Loth-rat. I shall give thee none. Children must work for their meals. Find thyself work, if thee desires food.

EZRA: (Laying it on very thick, almost mocking) A thousand apologies, good, gracious, compassionate sir. I mean thee no inconvenience. I bade thee, good morrow. (Walks to edge of stage. aside) Fools! Let ignorant eyes be blinded, for he who possesses no competence sees no truth. I have stolen their commlink, and now I will use it to aid that poor gent, Yoffar, though he would do not the same for me.

EZRA: (Over Commlink, feigning a British accent) Officers, hark! An emerg'ncy hath arisen in the main square!

ARESKO: T'is thy hour of fortune, beggar. Troopers, skip hence.

(Exeunt Aresko, Grint, and Stormtroopers. Enter Ezra.)

EZRA: Be wary, take haste! This be an emergency, a code red! (Commlink beep. To Yoffar:) Ah, be at peace, good Yoffar. Those villains have gone.

YOFFAR: Thou art truly as clever as they come, to have saved me as you did. O, prithee, accept my thanks, orphan!

EZRA: Keep thy thanks, sir, I need them not. Thou canst don me something more precious than thy thanks: a meal. I bid thee, sir, thank you, for these jogans will feed me handsomely for the next fortnight.

YOFFAR: Thou art demanding my fruit? Cease! What be this?

EZRA: Thy thanks art to mine appreciation, but nothing compares to a meal for a starving mouth. I fare thee well.

(Exit Ezra)

YOFFAR: That child... he doth stir something in my memory. How odd a fellow, to aid me when none would. Truly he is generous, compassionate. Still, the question remains: Who is that child?

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Rules: answer 30 questions then tag 20 people you’d like to know better;


- Nicknames: Do I even have a nickname? I know I was dubbed “Furry* by Autumn a long time ago, ahuhuhu!


- Gender: Not-So Girly Girl


- Star Sign: Virgo

- MBTI Type: INFJ


- Height: 5ft 7


- Time: 20:29 pm


- Birthday: 10th September


- Fave Bands: *SWEATS* S-S-Slipknot.


- Fave solo artists: Uuuuhhh, Ed Sheeran? Wow Idk for real


- Song stuck in my mind: No song right now


- Last movie watched: Something called The Darkest Hour? I forgot the name but it was about this group of people being chased by Aliens in Russia?


- Last show watched: Celebrity Chase


- When did I create my blog: Sometime in July 2012?

- What do I post about: A lotta random stuff and whatever i had a hardcore interest with aha!

- Last thing I googled: “I feel like I’m Erased So Kill Me Just In Case” - I was trying to remember what song the lyric came from, so ye


- Do you have other blogs: Yea!

@thatrandomartblog 

@theserandomcharacters

@thatrandommonsterchild

@thatmarblegem

I have more but they’re 18+ sorta so yea

- Why did you choose your url: It was my Twitter username!


- Following: 230

- Followers: 495 (??)


- Average hours of sleep: 8 or so?


- Lucky number: Don’t have one


- Instruments: *Patrick’s voice* Is a voicebox an instrument??

- What i’m wearing: White/Dark blue striped top with bootcut jeans


- How many blankets do I sleep with: One duvet

- Dream job: Photographer!


- Dream trip: God, there’s quite a few actually. Germany, Japan, Denmark maybe, revisit Majorca


- Fave food: Ooooo, there’s just too much food ;o;

- Nationality: British!

Tagging - Uuuuuhhhh, Idk