#Australia RL

[pynkhues]

Omg wait girl tell us more abt the farm none of the kids want and the dad who is refusing to sale???? That's cinema baby!

(x)

Oh! Hahaha, yeah, I mean, it's been pretty intense, from what my aunt says. They're up in mid-west Queensland in a pretty rural area that's been plagued with hardship for the last few years (they've been hit with fires, floods, feral dog attacks, and mouse plagues, it's been a lot), and given it's a huge farming region, there have been a lot of tap on effects broadly, but also it's put a huge strain on farmers both financally and emotionally.

The cattle station my aunt and uncle live on is owned by an older family, and the father is third generation in his family to run it but is really getting too old to manage it himself. They have three adult children, two sons and a daughter, and ideally he wants his eldest son to take it over, but his son has literally seen the way the farm has basically destroyed his father over the last decade, and has a bunch of kids of his own already + his own business in town (I think he's a tractor mechanic, from what my aunt said) so he's just not really interested. The second son doesn't want it for similar reasons, but apparently the daughter is interested, but the dad feels it's actually her husband who's interested and it would basically be the same as selling.

It's like a reverse Succession in rural Australia, haha.

[tafadhali]

Dad: I’m so ready to finally put my decades long quest for justice behind me

Me: That is literally all I have ever wanted for you

Dad: Except actually do you think I should sue the police?

Me: …..you realize you’re putting me in a really difficult position here right

[ak47stylegirl]

You know a heat wave is going to be bad when it’s already nearing 24 c at 7:30am 😰 it’s expected to get to near 40 😬

[faegoddessog]

Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 41/41

Chapter  41: Now and Forever

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Brush play? I guess, tickling, minor sensory deprivation, Masturbation (M), unprotected PiV. crying and throwing up ... (wait.. no that's just me cuz it's the end. )

Series Masterlist 

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter  41: Now and Forever

You and Austin decide to take a walk together. You are surprised by the fresh growth of spring, realizing that you haven’t seen a spring for nearly two years. With child-like wonder, you stop and smell flowers saying hello and petting their soft petals. You drag Austin to hug huge and blooming trees, running your fingers lovingly along bark and  leaves. You breathe deep the scent of the earth with your arms wide.  It’s like you are born a-new with the earth  in this beautiful green place. Austin watches you with a smile, sometimes shaking his head as you talk to the plants. You are giddy, you have Spring and you have Austin. What more could a girl wish for?

You stop in at the local pub for a bit of lunch and a pint of cider. You could get used to a life like this. You walk hand in hand, arms swinging, back to Austin’s flat.  He opens the door for you and ushers you inside with a hand on your waist. You resist the urge to kiss him on the threshold and instead wait until you have kicked off your shoes and put your bag and jacket down. He hangs his Carhartt up on the coat hooks in the hallway and when he turns around, you are right there and in his arms. He softly returns your kiss, his fingertips teasing your jaw.

Austin quietly leads you to the bedroom, your fingertips are curled into his. You watch how  his back moves under his t-shirt as he walks in front of you. Gods he is beautiful from every angle. 

Once in the bedroom, he turns around, pulling your hand to his shoulder, then sliding his hands around your waist. His mouth captures yours in a slow kiss. Slow but definitely not chaste as your mouths open immediately, one to the other. Your tongues roll against one another, lips soft and supple. His kisses are like a drug to you. You could kiss him all afternoon.  In fact, if you had his mouth in all the ways and all the times you wanted him, surely you would starve, but the high would be magnificent.

The few hours that have passed since he took you on the dining table seem like forever ago, at least by the way your body is surging into his embrace. His hands circle down  over your jean covered rear and back up to the small of your back to under your shirt. His fingers deftly release the clasp of your bra. Then you are suddenly topless, shirt and bra discarded heedlessly on the floor.  His hands go back to the familiar territory of your waist, warm against your skin. He turns you and steps behind, pulling your back against his chest. 

You can see yourself in the mirror, with a veritable memory box of your sex play laid out in front of you on the vanity. His lips kiss and nibble at your neck as his fingertips run up your ribs to your breasts, lightly grazing over your nipples. You stifle a little moan at the initial contact. His warm palms rub your nipples in circles just before his hand fully cups your breasts. Little sounds of pleasure resound in your mouth. 

He finds that  especially pleasurable spot on your neck and sucks as his hands trace down to softly unbutton your jeans. He smiles when he sees your bees in the mirror. He slides them and your jeans off, helping you step out of them. You are standing, fully naked in front of the mirror with him fully clothed behind you.

It's erotic. You are his to play with.  His hands roaming over your ass, hips and the front of your thighs. Your arms reach behind you, up and around his neck, rubbing your fingertips in his now shorter hair. You gently push your backside into his crotch, arching your back. His lips trail up to the shell of your ear. 

“-pation” he whispers, finishing your word from earlier. 

One side of your mouth curls up into a wry smile as you meet his eyes in the mirror. The pad of one finger barely brushes up the seam where your labia meet. Your eyebrows crinkle and you inhale sharply at his soft touch.

His chuckle is low in your ear. He loves turning you on. 

Austin steps in front of you, brushing his lips to yours as he walks you two steps back. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you abruptly sit, his crotch in front of your face. You look up at him, rubbing your hand up his leg, licking your lips. 

“Please?” you slide your hand over his bulge. You start salivating. 

He smiles down at you, caressing your face. He shakes his head. 

You make a little disappointed face. But he won’t relent, instead he motions for you to lay on the bed, your legs dangling off.  He pulls up the stool from the vanity and sits down on it pulling your feet to either side of him on the seat. He pushes your knees apart, a light moan of appreciation reaches your ears as your pussy opens to him. 

“Mmm, I forgot how wet you can get Kitten,” he licks his lips, “now, are you going to keep your legs apart, or do I need to tie them?” 

“Depends on what you plan on doing Austin,” you say, lacing your hands behind your head and curling up to look at him. 

He just smiles and reaches back to the smorgasbord of sex toys behind him and turns around with a couple makeup blending brushes.

“Are these clean?” he asks, holding it up. 

You just nod, wondering what he is going to do. He reaches over and hands you a case with earbuds in it. 

“Put them in and close your eyes, Kitten, or do you want a blindfold?”

“Blindfold,” you say, barely narrowing your eyes. 

You slip the earbuds in your ears. He nods once and goes to his bedside table, pulling out a sleep mask. He hands it to you with a wink. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, sensual ambient music fills your ears. You smile at him, then pull the mask over your face. You wait.  Suddenly you smell a sweet floral scent, with a woodsy undertone. Maybe some citrus is there too? It’s not the oil that Austin gave you, it’s new. You feel hot breath next to your ear. 

“Can you still hear me kitten?” you can hear his deep voice. You nod, the ear buds are not noise canceling. “Good, just relax and… feel.”

He leaves you lying there for a minute, knees bent and touching. You’ve never played with blindfolds, never really trusted anyone this much. You can tell he sat down on the vanity stool. Your hand rubs across your belly, pinky dragging low.  Part of your arousal is in the waiting. 

“No touching,” he moves your hand gently away. 

You feel the soft bristles of the blending brush drag up one leg from ankle to knee. Your knees fall to each side. The caress of the brush trails down your inner thigh and up one side of your naked labia then down the other. Dragging it directly up the middle, he skips over your clit, instead  gently petting above your hood. A tiny gasping inhale is all you can manage.  He repeats, down your other thigh around your outer labia, up the middle, then a tease just above your nub. 

The side of the brush pulls one lip to the side, then the other. His hands push your  legs wider, you feel a kiss on your knee. The deprivation of your sight and external sound cues heightens your sense of touch. 

You feel him brushing your inner labia away from each other with light strokes, revealing your glistening, wet slit. Then it’s back and forth, the bristles brushing across your hood. He increases his pressure, vacillating faster.  The light friction makes your pussy clench in sensation and your throat vocalizes in pleasure. He plays like this, petting you, painting you,  in long strokes, then teasing around your clit with short ones. You wonder if he is  listening to the music too, because everything he does is in time with it.  

Your breath starts to come a little faster, the music mesmerizing you, the blindfold letting you focus on the pleasure. Your hands have curled into your chest, your pinky finding it’s way between your teeth. You are having no problem keeping your legs apart, in fact your hips can’t open enough to him, pulsing slightly with the flow of the music. 

He pushes the brush deeper between your labia and with a little twirl pulls it, bringing up the moisture that has started seeping from you. This time he drags it over your clit, making you exhale a little moan. He does it again, and again, more wetness. He starts a series of little sweeps upward directly on your now lubricated clit.  Just as it starts to build a little fire behind your pussy, he stops. Returning to his long strokes, pushing it farther between your lips, parallel to your pussy, wiggling it a little and dragging upward.  Then he’s on your clit again, tiny circles with more pressure.

Your breath slips from you with little moans. Fuck it’s good. Just everything stripped back to that little bundle of nerves and the brush, stoking the flames. You can feel your wetness dribbling out. 

Then he is gone, leaving you panting and biting your fingers for a good 30 seconds? Minute? Two?

You feel his fingers spreading your labia apart, the brush dipping into your juices, fucking you just a little, then upwards to your clit, pressure and vibrating with the side of the brush. 

Again, and again, and again. 

All the different ways he is building you up start making you twitch and your pelvis floor contract, your fire starting to blaze. Then you feel a finger gingerly pulling back on your hood, your clit peeks out, swollen and sensitive. The brush lightly touches. You gasp, breath short. Again, and again and again. You are shaking, whimpering. Oh my god, it’s intense for such a small touch.

He pulls away, gone again. You whimper, lying there, wanting, rocking your hips,  listening to the sexiest song with a deep base, melody  and faint sounds of moaning. You are floating. You are vibrating with need. 

The music volume decreases. 

A finger dips into you, and up onto your clit, pressing in circles then rubbing side to side. You are so close, hanging on a wire. 

“Oh.. fuck, Austin… please,” you beg, voice sounding loud in your ears. You aren't really sure what you are begging for, just more. 

“Look at me,” you hear his muffled voice. 

You pull your blindfold away. He is standing naked over you, bottom lip trapped in his teeth, brows furrowed.  Holy fuck, just that would be enough, but he has his cock in his hand, stroking himself. His arm is tense, hips pressed forward, just the way you like it. 

“Oh my god,” falls from your lips, the sight of him is divine. 

“I’m gonna cum all over you, my naughty Kitten,” he states, matter-of-fact, and his hand moves faster.

“Oh fuck yeah,” your hips are rocking of their own voilition as he slides his hand up and down his long shaft. His face intense, breath blowing out in hard bursts. He must have been playing with himself while you were blindfolded to be this close. The idea is so sexy to you. 

“Oh fuck, my gorgeous girl,” words rush from him as he jerks himself off over you, “my fiery little hussy. Here it comes my love, clench that pussy, clench it hard!” He groans through clenched teeth.  Ribbons of his cum fly over your torso. Oh holy mother of fuck, you forgot how wild this drives you. It’s so fucking sexy you are shaking for release as you clamp down on nothing. All you need is…

Then his hard cock is moving in you and it’s all you need. 

“My Kitten, so fucking good, my girl,”  naughty things begin to spew from his dirty mouth as he fucks you, “so damn wet,  my amazing cum covered baby, take my cock, cum on it, cum on it, baby.”  

His thumb vigorously rubs your tortured nub. 

His cum drips down your sides as you buck and rock on his cock, palm shoved in between your teeth. Energy lashing from you in the form of incoherent muffled screams. He slows his thrusts, but keeps rubbing your clit. Your orgasm just goes on and on, until finally your hands push his away. 

“Mine,” he breathes as he leans forward, his body on yours “all mine.” He brushes a hair out of your shaking face and kisses your lips. 

......................

You head to the pub that night  for a pint with the boys. There is a ton of teasing about how ‘relaxed’ Austin looks. You tease them right back without missing a beat. Austin is in awe of how you lit up the room with your extroverted side.  Aside from the few minutes yesterday, he’d never seen you in a group before, much less a crowd of rowdy men. It could have made him jealous, the way the others sometimes looked at you, instead it made him burn for you. 

Your walk home was full of his hands sliding on your back, down to your bum as he strode next to you, almost too fast for you to keep up. Once or twice there were clandestine moments where he pushed you into dark corners, kissing you, pressing the hard  bulge of his cock against your hips. You begged him to take you right there. But he didn't want to get caught.

The door to the flat wasn’t even closed before he slid your panties down and bent you over the nearest surface, all the while whispering in your ear how much he wanted to watch you suck a cock while he fucked you.  The thought had you cumming in a matter of minutes, him too. 

He had rehearsals and preproduction ‘things’ to do during the week. You spent a couple days settling into your new ‘home’, then you wandered the area, getting your bearings. On his ‘Friday’ you went with Austin to visit the set, waving at Bernard, the security guard, who tipped his hat to you with a smile. You didn’t hold a grudge, how could you, Austin was at your side. 

You make friends with some of the people in the construction department. They, of course, thought you were just another random, lost hanger-on when you wandered into the shop space. Then you started ‘talking shop’ and told them your story. They invite you for a pint that evening.

You drag Austin to the pub with you.  When they see that you brought one of the principal actors with you, they tease you for ‘hobnobbing’. Austin pipes up, saying in reality you were too good for him, and he was the one consorting with those above his station. They like him immediately, of course. Your baby is an amazing person, who wouldn’t like him? 

You tell stories from your construction travels around the world. One young woman, Evelyn,  hangs on your every word. She says she would love to pick your brain on what you do. You decide to take her under your wing, you’ll have to see what her skill set is and see how you might be able to help her. If nothing else, women in this business have to stick together! 

“You are amazing, Kitten,” he says on the walk home, much less horny this time, “the way you make friends everywhere, you are magnetic.” 

“I was about to say the same thing about you,” you smile, rubbing your fingers on the hand you are holding, “I see how everyone looks at you, You are… undeniably handsome, then your smile and kindness just pulls people in. You are a rockstar babe.” 

“No, I’m just good at pretending to be one,” he swoops you in for a big hug. 

..................

The next morning when you step into the bedroom. You are freshly naked out of the shower and towel drying your hair. You see that Austin is in the middle of getting dressed. All he has on is his unicorn underwear you bought him and he’s digging through drawers trying to decide what to wear. You realize that this is the first time you’ve seen them on him. 

“See, I knew from the start that you could pull off unicorn undies,” you giggle and slap him playfully on the butt. You hit him a little harder than you meant. 

“Hey! That’s YOUR kink!” he whips around with a smile. He snatches you mischievously, planting a few light and fluffy slaps on your naked ass before tickling your sides. 

“AHH! NO! STOP! I DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS MEDIEVAL TORTURE!” you squeal, thrashing.

You counter his attack, darting quick hands into the fray, getting his sides and armpits. His long arms have the advantage though, as his fingers dive for the tuck under your ass. You twist away from him, then hit the jackpot in his inguinal ligament. He falls, floundering, onto the bed to get away as you playfully dig your fingertips into his upper groin. 

You fall with him, in a heap of giggles. You are relentless, managing to mount his thighs, holding them tight with your legs.  He grabs your wrists and holds them apart, forcing a ceasefire.  You are both panting, mouths spread in huge, impish grins that sparkle up to your eyes.

Your giggles fade as the ocean of his eyes mesmerizes you.  He lets go of one wrist, brushing wet, wild hair from your face. You turn your head to plant a kiss on the mount of his thumb. You twist your other wrist out of his hand, which lands on your naked breast. As you crawl forward, intent on reaching his mouth with yours, you brush by his hardening bulge. 

You lean forward supporting yourself with one hand, taking possession of his lips with yours.  The other hand reaches between your legs to pull his waistband down, meeting his own hand intent on the same purpose.

Together you release his cock, he lifts his hips as you drag the unicorns out of the way. And like a rehearsed dance, he holds himself upright as you spread your outer lips and sink down onto him. Your pleasurable exhales meet in the middle.

You lay yourself down onto his chest, nuzzling into his neck. His arms wrap around you as you breathe in the clean scent of him. Both of you are content to just be present in the moment. 

“I love you Austin,” you say quietly, after several breaths pass. He pushes deeper into you, making you gasp. You hear your name rumble in his chest. He clasps you tighter to him,  like he’ll never let you go. You don’t realize it, but in that moment, he makes a decision. 

“I love you more,” his words sliding over you as he slides in and out of you. 

You lift your head from his chest to gaze into his eyes. You are so hypnotized by him as to be almost lightheaded. His fingers dance lightly along your skin, teasing, rubbing caressing. 

Your lovemaking is unhurried, genuine and languorous. When ecstasy overwhelms you both, it’s with long strokes of his cock in you, it’s in the tight grasp of your hands in his, it's in the press of his lips on your breast and the rolling of your tongue on his neck. 

............

About three weeks later, you are out enjoying the burgeoning relationship you are starting to have with the shopkeepers in the area. You left Austin at home, he had some work to do on a scene that he wanted to be alone for. You are cheerily walking home, with a couple bags of groceries. 

“Hey, I’m back,” you say loudly as you open the door, wanting to warn him if he was in a particularly intense part of rehearsing.  There is no response from him. You figure he’s probably got his headphones in. 

As you turn around to close the door, you notice a long red velvet ribbon tied to the doorknob  with a note that says, ‘follow me’. You set the groceries down by the door, curious what kind of sexy Alice in Wonderland game this is. You follow the ribbon around the corner into the living room. It slices through a book on the sofa table. It’s a used copy of Time Enough for Love and the ribbon bookmarks the page that talks about seventy two hours of bliss.    You follow the ribbon into the bedroom,  it wraps around the picture on the bedside table of you in your black dress, one of the hanks of rope unwound artfully around it.  It continues to the vanity, where it is wrapped around the neck of your sapphire butt plug. 

Hmm, maybe he is asking for another 72 hours of sex play and he wants you to be his sub the whole time. That would be amazing.  

The ribbon  continues into the kitchen, where you find a house key with a unicorn printed on it. You assume this is the key he talked about getting you the other day for this flat, it reminds you of the one he got for you in Australia.   You have no idea how this ties into being his sub… key to what? Cuffs? A chastity belt? (eww, gross) Next is the pair of long black gloves you wore when you dominated him. 

Oooo! Maybe he is asking to be YOUR sub… Oh. Okay…. You could do that. 

The ribbon goes out the side door into the garden.  You open the door, a little bell tinkles and you are still wondering what is going on. You find little purple heart post- it notes tied to the ribbon just outside the door.  You look at them and realize they are some of the actual ones you left and Austin folded.

Ok. Now you have no idea what Austin is asking for here.

You hear some guitar chords floating on the breeze. The ribbon leads to the left and around to the back of the house. At the corner, the patio table has been dragged over, kind of in your way and holds a huge bouquet of red roses,  probably two or three dozen. The ribbon goes right through them, you can’t really see what’s behind it. 

Well this was a dramatic way to give you flowers, you think.  Then you hear Austin singing 

“Wise men say, Only fools rush in…”

You walk around the table and Austin is sitting on a stool, guitar in hand. The ribbon is threaded between the fingers of his left hand on the neck of the guitar. You step to him smiling, but still clueless. Why did he lead you to him? Not that you are complaining. Does he want to start 72 hours now? 

“But I can't help falling in love with you,” he sings and looks up at you, shaking just a little. 

He glances down at this left hand, you follow his gaze and notice that the ribbon extends into the breast pocket of his shirt.  He sets the guitar down with his right hand. Your fingers unwind the ribbon from his ring finger, and pinching  the ribbon, sensually trace it’s path to  his pocket.  Your eyes go wide when it suddenly hits you: the book, your picture, the rope, your butt plug, the house key, the gloves, the hearts, even the roses; they are all a timeline of your relationship. 

Your fingers close on something hard in his pocket. You know what it is before you pull it out. The ribbon is caught in the  mouth of the little velvet cube. In one motion, Austin takes it  from your hand, opens it and falls to a knee. The ribbon flutters to the ground.  Inside is the ring: diamond heart, teardrop sapphires, channel set diamonds. Even though you’d seen it before, it felt like that was just a dream you had another lifetime ago. Tears spring to your eyes, and your hands fly to your mouth.   “Kitten, I love you so much. You shine so bright, you make me a better person. You are my goddess lover and I want you by my side forever. Please be my wife.” His voice and hands are just a bit shaky. His face is hopeful and smiling but also terrified. 

You are frozen in place. Is this what you want? Are you really what he wants?   Shut up stupid old narrative! Yes, of course yes… what the fuck  are you doing… we decided this months ago. 

“Listen darling, I know I'm springing this on you and that we’ve never talked about it and I know you have some hurt around being engaged. It’s ok to take your time and think about it.” He is still on his knee, holding the box out to you.

Your heart is pounding in your ears, muffling the sound of his voice. Then all of sudden you blink and snap out of it, like she slapped your face. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Fuck, was that your outside voice?

His eyebrows begin to tilt up in puppy-dog disappointment.

Your hands fly to his sweet face, finally getting some mental traction, “No no no… oh shit,  I mean...Yes, oh my god yes, a thousand times yes.” 

“Really?” he exhales, eyes in hopeful disbelief, “you really want me?”  

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you repeat, more appropriately this time. “I would walk to the ends of the earth for you. In fact I have been there and I know how fucking far that is,” you smile, “Of course I want you Austin. I will ALWAYS want you.”  You lean down and press your lips to his. 

He shakes his head and puffs out a nervous laugh, “You had me worried for a second there Kitten, I thought I’d scared you.” 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I was just stunned is all, you could never scare me,” you reassure him.

He takes the ring out of the box. Before he slips it on your finger, he points out the inside. The words: ‘For you? Always.’ are written there. Perfect.

 He places it on your ring finger, it fits perfectly. 

Once upon a time, you swore you’d never be this girl, never wear someone’s ring on your finger again, never let someone get into your heart. 

‘And yet here we are, thank the gods for fucking growth,” she says. 

You look up at him, the ring is beautiful, yes, but here is the real prize. 

He catches your lips in a deep kiss, one that goes on for a while, one that melts away any doubt or worries either of your inadequacy trolls had tried feeding you.  You pull away from each other, slowly. Nothing really has changed, yet everything is different. You look down at your hand, his thumb petting the ring. 

“Do you, uh… like it?” that boyish smile on his lips, gods he is adorable. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” apparently this is your go-to phrase right now, “it’s perfect Austin. It uh… matches, doesn’t it.?”

He nods sheepishly, grinning from ear to ear, “I saw it when I got your necklace, only it had a different center stone, so when I went back to get it,  I had them put a heart in it.”

He pulls out a bottle of champagne and two glasses from behind his guitar case. 

“How long have you been planning this?” you just have to know. 

“I um, was going to ask you before you left. Remember that night wth the martini's on the rooftop,” he pops the cork. 

“Yeah, that was a good night,” you get a dreamy look in your eyes.

“Then you told me your story about your ex and I just… yeah I just couldn’t. It wasn’t the right time anyway.” he fills the glasses. 

“Oh hunny, I’m sorry if I ruined it!” 

“Oh no,” he waves away your apology, “it was going all wrong way before, all my insecurities came out and you needed to tell me about your ex and your depression.  I was so worried you’d think it was a ‘just because you are going away’ kind of move.” He hands you a glass of cold bubbly. 

“Yeah, I was way too in my head then about leaving and fearing your rejection when I told you about… all that. Now is so much better, everything in perfect timing,” you smile at him. 

“Being apart really cemented it for me. I just don’t ever want to live without you,” his hand cups your cheek, “I love you.” 

You did not expect to end up here when you invited him over for dinner as a thank you for helping you. And help he did, in ways you can’t even begin to express. You feel like you are floating, like this may not even be real.

‘It’s real, now drink so we can tear his clothes off.”  Demanding fucking Succubus. 

“Same, never, now and forever,” simple words are all you have, ignoring her randiness. 

“Now and forever,” he clinks your glass, drains his. Then you are in his arms kissing him and being carried inside.

-Fin-

(Or maybe just the beginning)

-Epilogue-

(or loose ends I wanted tied up)

Kitten did eventually confess that she had seen the ring. She was shit at lying, especially to her soon-to-be husband. 

Kitten and Austin did eventually tell the press who she was. The media was ‘unimpressed with his choice’ and flamed her for being a gold digger. Little did they know that, at the time, her net worth was far higher than his.  She never reads the press anyway. 

Her cousin Marissa became her PR manager and she did give over the negatives, which they burnt together in the backyard of her childhood home. 

After finishing Tom and Rita’s remodel, which took 4 months, Kitten moved back to London with Austin while he finished filming. She started working on setting up a foundation for women in the trades, with the help of Evelyn and Rita. Eventually they bought a flat in London and a house in L.A. both of which were fixer uppers. Of course, she did the work herself. 

Kitten and Austin were married April 30, 2022 in a small, unassuming ceremony officiated by their friend, Tom Hanks, on the shores of Lake Moogerah in Queensland Australia. 

They had no idea the stratospheric ride to A-list they would both soon be riding. But they rode it together. She was his rock through it all.

Authors Note:

Beautiful readers, thank you so much for sticking this out with me. Your comments and likes and re-blogs kept me writing far past where I thought I'd go. Special thanks to @purejasmine, @slowsweetlove and @richardslady121 for never failing to cheer me on, cheer me up, and keep me writing.

It's been a ride and I am a little teary letting it go (no one told me how hard it would be to finish a story you've loved writing!). This is my first fan fic, my first smut and it has been exhilarating to let this story write itself through me. If you have any notes or thoughts on any improvements or plot holes or anything that just seems weird, don't hesitate to share them with me. Stay tuned as I have a couple more stories in the works! Be good to yourselves! FaeGoddess

[ninetwelves]

OK SO IDK I DONT THINK I POSTED HERE BUT IM GONNA LIKE TRACK ALL THE TIMES (ALWAYS ON ACCIDENT) I GET NOTICED BY DRAG RACE QUEENS SO FIRSTLY:

SASHA COLBY LIKING MY COMMENT ON HER AND JANET JACKSON SAYING THE MOTHERS R MOTHERING

SHE REPLIED TO MY COMMENTIN HER LIVE STREAM IN AUSTRALIA ONCE THAT WAS SO CUTE

LUXX FUCKOKJFGOLKFJGO HERS R LITERALLY THE FUNNIEST I COMMENTED IN HER LIVE STREAM ASKING HER HOW WAS MEETING JUSTIN TRUDEAU AND SHE WAS LIKE "it was cool i guess...i didnt know who he was im ngl" IMCRYIFJDGOKBFDKGHIFKDGB ICONCICJDKHIKFKFDGKFDKG\

BUT REALLY RECENTLY I FOLLOWED UP ON HER MOST RECENT LIVE STREAM AND I WAS LIKE DID U HEAR JUSTIN TRUDEAU AND HIS WIFE R SEPARATING LUXX AND SHE WAS LIKE ITS MY FAULT !!!!JKDSHGIFKDHG HOME WRECKERRRJFKGKFDG IM CRYIGNGFND

(ALSO MONET WANTS TO THE FIRST LADY OF CANADA STOP I WANT THIS NGL)

THEN IN THAT SAME RECENT STREAM SOMEONE ASKED HER IF SHE WENT TO LATIN AMERICA AND SHE SAID YES I WENT TO SPAIN AND I WAS LIKE "LUXX SPAIN IS IN EUROPE-" AND SHE WAS LIKE IM NOT GEOGRAPHYGIST LIKE IN ALL SERIOUSNESS I LVOE HER DRAG QUEENS SUCH DUMBDUMBS

AND SUPER RECENTLY ONGINA SENT MY IG STORY A HEART EYES BC I SAID SHE LOOKED BEAUTIFUL IMMMMMFKJDUKHFDSIKHKFDSHJKJ !!!!

AND KANDY REALLY RANDOMLY LOOKED AT MY IG STORY OF HER AND JIMBO (I DIDNT EVEN TAG HER !!!fDKGKFG) SAYING "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN TWO SCORPIOS R IN A ROOM" FKJDJFBDJSBD?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!

AND MY FUCKIN G I RL L F R RII EE NND SS S RAJA LIKED MY IG POST OF HER AND MANILA FOR MANILAS BDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIGHLIGHT OF MY FUCKING LIFE I CANNOT TELL YOU GUSYW HAT THATS DONE TO ME IMC RYING AND HSAKING AND THROWING UP THINKING OF IT

AND OFC JIGGLY LIKING MY COMMENT AWWWWWWWW HAHAHAH! !! !! ! ! !

MOTHERS R NOTICING ME ESP RAJA IS MY M O T H E R SO IMNJCDSLHFDLJGKFD

[mcl4r3n]

dando anon here and like... i'm happy for all the c*rlando shippers today (just censoring it in case it pops up in the tag) and they're already writing fics and it's great

but i'm here thinking about dando and about how daniel is probably so happy for lando right now because lando's really getting to show just how fucking good he is!! (and maybe daniel can show/remind lando just how good he is at giving head later too lmao)

anyways, lando's p2 has me so ridiculously happy. i totally have not done any of the reading i was supposed to do today for next week's lectures because i've just been thinking about lando. so if i fail my courses this year, i'm blaming lando's talented ass

Dando anon... my beloved... you just. Understand me. You get me. You get it. Also I've had to see C*rl*ndo on MAIN on the F1 SOCMED ACCOUNTS????? LIKE. HAPPY FOR YOU. Hate that for me!

And Yes. YES!!! I feel like Danny would be crazy proud of Lando's performance this year. He's KILLING IT. Imagine if he was in a Championship-winning car! And indeed, gonna pretend Danny's giving him the best head of his life before he flies out to Australia for more physio. 🫶🫶

[foolondahill17]

I just tore through Dean Winchesters Half-way House like it was my last night to live and was a little devastated to realize i had misread 24/34 as 34/34, any chance more chapters are soon to come? Either way, it’s an incredibly well written fic and it’s always nice to see Dean actually have the opportunity to process his traumas rather than just receive them. Thank you!!!! :))

Hiiiii! Thank you so much! And yes! I am definitely continuing. I've just got caught up in some rl events that are digging into writing time currently. But, here's an extremely unedited excerpt of the next chapter for funsies:

Dean comes to in a field, fog thick and dark enough to be smoke covering him like a blanket. There's none of the familiar aches and pains that accompany getting to his feet, even in his bad leg, and the back of his head pings I'm dreaming, even though his body feels solid enough and the mist is damp and cool on his skin in a way that suggests reality. Something in the chill of it reminds him of the icy tinge of the Mark, and he shivers.

It's so thick he can barely see more than a foot in every direction. The grass below his feet looks like the yellowed, trampled prairie lawn that surrounds the Bunker in late-September, but Dean can't be sure. For all he knows, he could be in the middle of Australia or Iceland or the Serengeti.

For the briefest moment he thinks he hears a baby crying, but the sound fades before he can be sure.

"Hello?" He calls into the air, but the mist is so thick it acts like a sponge, absorbing the sound into nothing. His ears ring with silence. His heart picks up speed, panic waiting just under the surface. He doesn't remember what happened just before he got here.

He was in the basement when - nothing.

Absentmindedly, his hand goes to his right arm, but there's no answering thrum from the Mark. He rolls up his sleeve and he's half-way astonished to find his skin clear. There's no sign the Mark was ever there to begin with: not even a white scar or fading pink skin.

Dean rubs against the echo of a remembered sting before squinting back into the fog. He picks a direction at random and, heartbeat in his ears, starts walking.

"Sam?" He yells. "Cas?" He follows, voice quieter. His own breathing is too loud. Anything could be out there. Watching him.

Kinda funny situation I got going on here, Cas, Dean prays and, even as he does it, realizes he got out of habit of praying to the angel while wearing the Mark. Maybe something about the Mark subconsciously deterred him from reaching out to Cas.

"Hello?"

Dean's ears zero in on the eerie whisper of another voice in the distance, something high and female, distorted by the mist so he can't tell which direction it's coming from.

"Is anyone out there?"

"Hey!" He shouts in return. "Can you hear me? Where are you? You need help?"

"Hello? I'm over here!"

Dean kicks himself into a jog, guessing to the best of his ability which direction the voice is coming from. The fog is so thick, he nearly rams headlong into the woman before he sees her:

"Whoa!" He stops himself with his hands on her arms. Her arms are bare in a black evening gown. He barley notices it as strange. Her skin is cool to the touch. "Are you okay? What the hell happened?"

She blinks at his face with wide, dark eyes, ringed with long lashes. She's a young woman with sharp features, pale skin offset with dark hair. "You're Dean," she tells him. "I know you."

[primalmimikyu]

The Hermits (excluding Gem, Impulse, and Pearl) once invited themselves over to Pearls home server: Australia. Now, what they didn't know was that australia in minecraft is pretty much RL Craft (minis mobs) + All aussie animals on steroids. So, in short, for hours on end, the hermits were constantly dying left and right to animals and mobs. Xsuma got a stonefish in his foot, Cleo and Joe got stuck in massive spider webs, and False got obliterated by a Kangaroo as she was trying to get Grian (Who was a doll) from a female roo and passed of the males, and those are examples of what happened. After around 1 & 1/2 days, the soup group found out, and Pearl went out to save them . She did after 1/2 a day and treated the hermits injurys. And the hermits chose to never go to Australia again

[gwendolynlerman]

Languages of the world

Dalabon (ngalkbun)

Basic facts

Number of native speakers: 3

Spoken in: Australia

Script: Latin, 23 letters

Grammatical cases: 0

Linguistic typology: polysynthetic, SOV

Language family: Gunwinyguan, Marne, Central Gunwinyguan

Number of dialects: 0

History

1962 - first study of the language

2004 - first dictionary

Writing system and pronunciation

These are the letters that make up the script: a b d dj e h i k l m ng nj o r rd rl rn rr t u û w y.

Stress is placed on the penultimate syllable. The syllable structure of Dalabon is CV(L)(N)(h) or CV(L)(S), where L is a liquid consonant, N is a nasal consonant, S is a peripheral consonant, and h is a glottal consonant.

Grammar

Nouns have two numbers (singular and plural) and can be either animate or inanimate. Some noun classes like animate-part nouns and kin terms are obligatorily possessed.

Dalabon has a distinctive subordination strategy: it uses marked verbs with pronominal prefixes that change depending on whether subordination is overt.

Verbs are conjugated for tense, mood, aspect, person, and number. Subject and object are marked through prefixes.

Dialects

There are no dialects due to the limited number of speakers.

[halflingcaravan]

Tim "Smashed Avo" Gurner

Hey Folks,

If you're wondering where this bell-end comes from in the world, he is unfortunately an Aussie. He is also one of our more loathed form of capitalist jerkwads: The Property Developer. Plus he's the wangrod who decided that...

When talking about property prices 3 years before the pandemic was responsible for the equally out of touch shit-take of... "The young folks shouldn't be buying avocado toast if they want to buy a home..."

So yeah, he's just full of shit takes.

The more amazing thing about this kind of shit take is that Gurner is basically saying the 'Neoclassical/Neoliberal Quiet Part Out Loud'.

Unemployment is the only way neoclassical economics thinks to control inflation. And it's a bit Rube Goldberg at the same time.

Buckle in folks, we're going for a deep dive into a land of wild fantasy and nonsense: mainstream macroeconomics.

But how do we stop the inflations?!

In the Neoclassical pattern, you need to remember the fantasy starts with how they describe the economy already as it is and how prices happen.

Step 1: The economy will already be producing everything it can and prices are directly linked to the amount of Government Money.

Yep, you read that right... the main pile of economic thinking says that economies around the world are already making as much stuff as they could. They're importing everything they could, and the people who are here are already making as much as they possibly could.

This gets glued into the next thing which is The Equation of Exchange; MV = PQ. You'll see this bandied around and from a maths sense this is the most boring mundane crap of an equation possible but once you start trying to make it match RL goings on makes zero sense. M = the government money out there, V = Velocity of money (put a pin in this one! Oh boy!), P = prices, Q = the number of times people pay those prices.

It has variations where the PQ will be "P = Average Price, Q = All transactions in the average" or "PQ is actually the sum of every price P and the Q times that price was paid". They work out to be the same in the long run: the total of all the things people bought/sold. Now, remember the first half... we are already making the most stuff we can which means that Q is basically 'fixed' (we don't have more stuff to buy and sell) for any given period of time. They also tend to assume that 'Velocity of Money is constant' (which yeah oh boy... just oh boy). So if you change M (government money) there's only one thing that can happen: Prices move. If you spend more government money, then Prices have to go up. That's part of the logic, which is why they keep scaring you with Spending More Government Money Will Make The Inflations.

(Velocity of Money is meant to represent some kind of how often the money moves between people, but this is bonkers because everything is done on spreadsheets now and editing values is spreadsheets creates and destroys stuff constantly, so how fast is money moving? Also, banks settle net transaction not every single transaction. If your bank needs to send $10m to another bank, but that bank needs to send $11m to your bank, then the other bank sends $1m to your bank... that's it job done. They don't pass all the millions back and forth. So this whole idea of the velocity of money as a thing is nonsense, and then on top of it if you're at all scientifically inclined... try do a unit-substitution on MV=PQ, notice the units for V and realise what that would mean if you were doing that in Chem or Physics... let your brain melt on that one).

Step 2: But the Wage Price Spirals! Supplies and Demands!!!

Supply-and-Demand curves have something super wild going on. It gets glossed over a lot, but...

Supply and Demand curves assume the whole economy has only one thing in it, and everyone wants that one thing exactly the same as each other.

Yep. A supply and demand curve assumes everyone in Australia likes Victoria Bitters beer as much as everyone else AND that the only beer available in this fine nation of indigenous folks, migrants, forced migrants, and colonialist fucks, is Victoria Bitters. There is one beer: VB, and everyone wants it exactly the same amount. Welcome to Neoclassical/Mainstream economics.

What does this mean for inflation? If people have more money to buy stuff, then they'll push up prices! The demand (wanting a thing PLUS having the cash to buy it) will beat supply (which remember is already maxxed out) and push up prices!!!

How do we stop this? Make sure people don't have as much money to spend on things. Yep, you stop this by making people broke.

What is a great way to make people broke? Increase unemployment.

How do you go about doing that?

Central Bank Interest Rates... it's all a bit Rube Goldberg, but this is the monetarist solution to everything in the economy... fuck with the rates.

If you push up rates, loan costs go up, people and businesses have to spend more to cover their loans. That means people can't buy as much stuff. That means their rents potentially go up. That means food prices go up. And businesses can't afford to keep on as many staff. Unemployment goes up. That's the trick. Rates go up (insert bowling balls playing pianos to knock a switch to drive a remote control car) and then unemployment goes up.

Then when people aren't buying, inflation slows down. Then they drop rates.

But notice the funny thing... generating more unemployment requires the prices of stuff to go up because the rates go up. They make inflation to stop inflation... it's so fucking bonkers. We will crash this car into a tree faster now so we don't maybe crash into that cliff wall up ahead.

So yeah, Tim "Smashed Avo" Gurner isn't lying because that is the goal: to crush inflation by crushing employment.

[mariacallous]

As if Coca-Cola gave up making soft drinks, the Taliban announced to great fanfare last year that they were getting out of the drug business. The group that rode big opium profits to a takeover of Afghanistan in the summer of 2021 suddenly, seemingly, swore off the stuff. Poppy planting was banned and drugs were off the menu. Or that, at least, is what they want the world to believe.

And they actually are—sort of. Satellite images seem to show a sharp decline in poppy acreage and methamphetamine manufacture since Taliban Supreme Leader Haibatullah Akhundzada announced his ban on producing and trading drugs in April 2022. Some Western officials, diplomats, and analysts see it as a welcome counternarcotics move, achieving with a simple decree what billions of dollars in U.S.-funded programs couldn’t do in two decades.

In reality, though, the Taliban haven’t changed their stripes—just their product. The drugs trade was estimated to account for up to 14 percent of Afghanistan’s GDP last year, according to the U.N. Office on Drugs and Crime (UNODC). If new figures from the UNODC are to be believed, that’s about to get a lot higher.

The Taliban didn’t curtail the drug trade. They cornered it. And then they branched out. What the Taliban did with heroin was stand on the hose, driving up prices. Since Akhundzada’s decree—which did not apply until this year—opium prices have skyrocketed, rising a hundredfold in local markets in eastern and southern Afghanistan, the main growing regions. Seizures of heroin and meth are up, from Australia to India, the Gulf, Central Asia, and at European ports like Rotterdam, in the Netherlands, and Antwerp, in Belgium. Experts say the one-year lag between the decree’s announcement and enforcement gave producers and traffickers time to boost output and stockpiles, while stoking fears of a looming shortage that’s driven an inflationary panic-buying frenzy.

The Taliban are to heroin and meth what the Sinaloa cartel is to cocaine. Southeast Asia still makes a bit, but otherwise, Afghanistan has a stranglehold on the $55 billion-a-year heroin trade. Drug lord Bashir Noorzai, who was a major war financier and a close associate of the supreme leader, was greeted as a hero when he returned to Afghanistan last year upon early release from a life sentence in U.S. prison for heroin smuggling, swapped for an American hostage. Afghan sources say he is back in business.

But the Taliban are upscaling. While they had dabbled—and quite extensively—with meth in the past, they used plant-based precursors. But that takes labor. What’s easier, cheaper, quicker, and more profitable is chemical-based meth.

The UNODC annually assesses Afghanistan’s poppy acreage, opium yield and prices, and heroin production, though since the Taliban regained power, access and visibility, like the reports, are hamstrung. What does seem apparent is that the Taliban have cut down on poppy production. Recent satellite images provided by Alcis show a dramatic reduction in poppy planting. Anecdotal evidence from on-the-ground reporting backs up statements by Alcis researchers that poppy planting could have fallen by as much as 99 percent in some areas.

Afghan journalist Mirwais Khan said his sources in the southern Helmand province, where much of the country’s supply of heroin is sourced, tell him that poppy planting is close to zero for the current season. In the markets, he said, prices have surged from 30,000 Pakistani rupees, or about $100 a kilo a year ago, to 520,000 rupees. (Opium is priced in Pakistani rupees.) Last month, RFE/RL reported opium markets in Helmand and Kandahar operating as usual and said traffickers had amassed “strategic stockpiles” to take advantage of high prices.

Hans-Jakob Schindler, senior director of the Berlin- and New York-based Counter Extremism Project, doesn’t believe the ban is genuine, let alone long-term. He regards it as an attempt to maximize profits while lulling the international community into recognizing the Taliban. Or it’s a diversification play.

“If I was a Talib, I’d be getting into meth,” Schindler told Foreign Policy. The raw material for plant-based methamphetamine, ephedra, grows wild in Afghanistan. The Taliban have cracked down on that, too. But the drug can be synthesized simply and cheaply with easily acquired precursor chemicals and cooked in labs that are almost undetectable on satellite imagery. The costs and returns are many times that of heroin.

“They can ramp up meth production. You can tell [on satellite photos], but you have to know what you’re looking for, and at. It will be much harder to prove,” as the labs often look like any other building, Schindler said.

The UNODC agrees, with an assessment released on Sunday describing the illegal manufacture of meth in Afghanistan as a “growing threat” that is “changing illicit drug markets traditionally focused on the trafficking of opiates from Afghanistan.” Chemical precursors have become the main ingredient, the report said, derived from legally available sources like cold medicine or bulk industrial ephedrines that are smuggled into Afghanistan year-round. One kilogram of pure meth can be produced from less than 2 kilos of industrial ephedrine, compared to 200 kilos of ephedra plant that have to be harvested and prepared by human beings who like to get paid.

The Taliban have been moving into meth for some years, building markets by including it in shipments of heroin. Australian media has reported huge seizures of Afghan meth, sent through the mail from Pakistan to motorcycle gangs that dominate the trade. Compared to heroin, a little goes longer, and the UNODC report shows the Taliban are trading it to every corner of the world.

As industrial-scale manufacture of chemical drugs ramps up, the biggest losers are Afghanistan’s farmers, who languish at the bottom of the economic pyramid, among the poorest people in one of the world’s most indigent countries. For decades, they’ve been Taliban serfs, forced to grow poppies to help fund the war against the Western-backed Afghan state. The Taliban provided inputs, including seeds and fertilizer. Farmers found themselves in a debt trap they could and did pay off at times by fighting for the Taliban against Afghan and international coalition forces.

News footage of lathi-armed goon squads destroying poppy fields is a déjà vu of failed counternarcotics programs during the past two decades, which at least offered farmers alternatives, like growing wheat or saffron. Insurgent suicide bombers would destroy seed distribution centers, and Taliban operatives would sometimes even kill farmers who tried to make the switch. The U.S. Special Inspector General for Afghanistan Reconstruction reported that the U.S. government spent, between 2002 and 2017, about $8.6 billion on counternarcotics efforts. Opium remained Afghanistan’s largest cash crop.

But wheat and other crops are just not a viable option. “If they grow grain, they will starve,” Schindler said, as Afghan farmers need cash crops to cover their costs. A long-term drought has cut their ability to grow food. If the ban continues, many men will be forced off the land to look for work elsewhere, adding to the huge numbers of internally displaced and, potentially, to the numbers flooding out of the country—to Pakistan, Iran, and beyond—in search of work.

Little farmers and big landowners both stand to lose from the continued ban, even if that was the endgame of all those years of U.S. and international efforts. Akhundzada seems to have put his prestige on the line with the ban, regardless of the collateral damage.

“The economic shock and human suffering will continue and worsen as long as the ban is implemented,” warned William Byrd, an expert on Afghanistan at the U.S. Institute of Peace.

[bees-on-the-knees]

I don't think he's taking submissions anymore so here is mine

Kaurna is the Indigenous language of the Adelaide Plains in South Australia. Because of colonisation it has no native speakers but there are revival efforts based off historical documents. I did a semester course in the language and translated the sentance using a dictionary and then checked it with a tutor. There are a few ways to write it:

Ngathu ngarkunthi maki. Padlu yaku titpanthi ngai. (yaku meaning no could be replaced with manti which means cannot)

I.ERG eat.PRES glass. It.ERG no hurt.PRES me.

Ngathu maki ngarkunthi. Padlu yaku ngai titpanthi.

(This is the same as the above but with a more typical word order)

ngathu maki ngarkuma, padlu ngai yaku titpatha

'If/when I eat glass, it will not hurt me'

I.ERG glass eat-if/when, it me not hurt-FUT

Pronunciation (description of image which is a pronunciation chart):

p: bilabial stop, th: interdental stop, t: alveolar stop, rt: retroflex stop, ty: laminopalatal stop, k: velar stop

m: bilabial nasal, nh: interdental nasal, dn: alveolar nasal, rdn: retroflex nasal, dny: laminopalatal nasal

dnh: interdental prestopped nasal, dn: alveolar prestopped nasal, rdn: retroflex prestopped nasal, dny: laminopalatal prestopped nasal

lh: interdental lateral, l: alveolar lateral, rl: retroflex lateral, ly: laminopalatal lateral

dlh: interdental prestopped lateral, dl: alveolar prestopped lateral, rdl: retroflex prestopped lateral, dly: laminopalatal prestopped lateral

rd: alveolar tap

rr: alveolar trill

r: retroflex glide

w: bilabial semi vowel, y laminopalatal semi vowel

Yes there are three Rs

I Can Eat Glass

I Can Eat Glass was a linguistic project documented on the early Web by then-Harvard student Ethan Mollick. The objective was to provide speakers with translations of the phrase "I can eat glass, it does not hurt me" from a wide variety of languages; the phrase was chosen because of its unorthodox nature. Mollick's original page disappeared in or about June 2004.

As Mollick explained, visitors to a foreign country have "an irresistible urge" to say something in that language, and whatever they say (a cited example being along the lines of "Where is the bathroom?") usually marks them as tourists immediately. Saying "I can eat glass, it does not hurt me", however, ensures that the speaker "will be viewed as an insane native, and treated with dignity and respect".

[thetruearchmagos]

#welcome to horseblr#you live in an inner city type right have you seen a horse in rl#genuine question

Well, I went to Australia last year, and I think I might've seen one there! Most of Australia being, of course, not 'inner city', not that I've really heard that term outside the US context?

If you would’ve known that that stupid river was the fountain of youth, you never would’ve drank from it. That was 300 years ago. You’re permanently stuck at age 26. The only one you really have left in your life is your horse, who also made the mistake of drinking from it.

[rotten-velvet]

Going back to Australia tonight.

My stay in Malaysia was a blessing. I got to do a lot of things.

I even organised a RL meetup for my Discord server and it went well.

Attended a con, went to an anime themed cafe and went to an escape room with best friends.

And I celebrated Yuuya's birthday at a cafe.

All of them were amazing and I'm going to miss Malaysia. ;;;w;;;;

I'll be back next year, hopefully.

[eye-of-enigmatic-thought]

What if for various AUs of different medias, AUs mean their most common rl acronym, everything is set in Australia

[gwendolynlerman]

Languages of the world

Warlpiri (Warlpiri)

Basic facts

Number of native speakers: 2,624

Spoken in: Australia

Script: Latin, 21 letters

Grammatical cases: 0

Linguistic typology: fusional, SVO

Language family: Pama–Nyungan, Ngumpin–Yapa, Ngarrkic

Number of dialects: 3

History

1950s - creation of a spelling system

1974 - the spelling system starts being used in schools

Writing system and pronunciation

These are the letters that make up the script: a i j k l ly m n ng ny p r rd rl rn rr rt t u w y.

Vowels can be short or long. Syllable structure is constrained: syllables begin with a single consonant, followed by a vowel and sometimes by a single consonant.

There is fixed initial stress and vowel harmony.

Grammar

Nouns are marked for number by reduplicating the root.

In Warlpiri culture, it is considered impolite for certain family members to converse, like a woman with her son-in-law, so they use a special style of the language, the avoidance register. This register uses the same grammar but a reduced lexicon.

Verbs are conjugated for tense, mood, person, and number. There are five conjugation classes with distinctive tense and mood endings.

Dialects

There are three dialects: Warnayaka, Wawulya, and Ngalia. However, there is only data for Wawulya.