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If the Van der Linde Gang lived in Modern Times (Modern Au)

Life gives you funny ideas...and I'm going to write them down

Arthur

Would live on a ranch in Montana or Wyoming as a rancher

Offers services like trail rides, lessons, and boarding

Has a herd of cattle

Spends every Sunday watching Rodeos on TV

Watches while sitting in his favorite worn-out armchair

Always has a cold beer and a snack or his dinner while watching

Has a pickup truck that's a bit filthy on the inside. Addresses his car as a "she."

Treats it like a horse: calls it a "good gurl."

Has a mounted Trout and some taxidermy on the walls

The Wifi at the ranch is spotty..doesnt understand why guests need it when they're surrounded by nature

Network Name: MorganRanch Password: Ynnel123

Tried to fix the router once but not exactly tech savvy. Ended up punching it

Texts Albert Mason sometimes

Dutch

Definitely lives in a city either Los Angeles or New York City

Lives in a Snazzy Penthouse in the clouds with a skyline

Works as a motivational speaker

Wears a lot of bling

Has a bar in at his place

Molly always tries to find a way in

Calls Hosea a lot

Has a weird fetish for black, red and white furniture.

Still loves reading books by Evelyn Miller despite that the writer is a nobody living in Idaho

John, Abigail & Jack

They probably live out west on a farm (very much like Beechers Hope)

John works on the ranch and also has side multiple side jobs (thanks to Abigail)

Jack spends his time in the school library

Abigail is obsessed with this one bakery

Molly

Lives in whatever city Dutch lives in

Tries to make herself at home in the penthouse

Famous on social media for her makeup tutorials

The neighbors can usually hear Molly & Dutch fighting

Dutch: "Not now Miss O'shea" Molly: "Pig!"

Bill

Lives somewhere in the Midwest

Works as a truck driver for Walmart

spends a lot of his life on the road

Has a bit of road rage

likes rest stops

when he's not working, he is a part of a biker gang

has a tattoo sleeve and wears a white wife beater

one of those bikers that wears a bandana with the American flag on it

Marybeth

Probably lives in a quaint town on the east coast

Works in a bookstore during the day and is a freelance writer in her free time

Lives in a cute townhouse with a small garden in the front full of flowers.

Her house is cozy

has a seating area with big windows that look out over the street

spends her time writing and reading there

likes to sit at cafes and drink coffee

Lenny

Is a full-time university student by day and bartender by night

Lives in Chicago or Atlanta

Probably double majoring in Business and literature (if that combination even exists)

Lives his single life to the fullest

Mostly an A student who goes full ham on the weekends when partying

Micah

Lives in Las Vegas

Sells illegal drugs

Has no money because he gambled too much

Stays in different hotels

Owns a pawn shop

Everything for sale there was smuggled across the border

Has dealings with the cartels & other shady characters

Hosea

Lives a quiet life out west

Goes to his lake house on the weekends to go fly fishing

Reads a lot of books

Also likes to go hunting

Is a part time English teacher who teaches children to read

Talks to Dutch by phone

Sometimes visits Arthur and stays at his Ranch

Uncle

Lives in a trailer park in Florida where the weather is always warm and the cold won't bother his illness

Sits on a folding chair outside his mobile home

Plays the Banjo

Drinks a beer

Is a complete mess inside

Doesn't own much furniture

Can't work because of the Lumbago

Sweats a lot

Naps and snores too loud

Lives next to a swamp

Javier

Lives in Arizona

Lives in the desert

Grows cactuses

Owns a Music shop

Travels around playing at local bars

Works part time as a music teacher at the local high school

Has a YouTube where he shows off his music

Sadie

Probably lives in a city like Dallas or Denver

Works as a cop

Likes to catch people for speeding and sits on the side of the highway

eats Chick-fil-A while waiting

Watches Dateline

Carries a Taser

Always looks sexy in her uniform

Charles

Definitely lives in a cabin out west

works as a conservationist

Likes National Parks

Goes fishing with Arthur

supports and donates to the Bison Sanctuary (if one even exists)

Likes Camping

Trelawny

Lives a wealthy life in Charleston, South Carolina

Lives in a large southern mansion

Wears a robe to sleep

Has a whole walk-in closet full of clothes and accessories

Has a sauna in the basement where he relaxes

Owns a bunch of fancy cars: He loves his Bentley

Reverend Swanson

Probably lives in Philadelphia

Still works part-time at the church

Mostly spends his time helping people with addictions

Hosts an AA meeting three times a week

Rescues crackheads from the street

Mostly sober

Wrote a memoir on his journey to recovery

Sean

Lives in Boston

Likes the university/young people vibe

works at a pub

Everyone's favorite Bartender

Makes customers laugh

goes back to Ireland once a year

Takes Karen with him sometimes

Karen

Lives in Portland, Oregon

Works at a bar as a bartender and a stripper

Good Pole Dancer

Her large tits are popular amongst the men

Puts on shows in the evening

Talks to Sean a lot

Gets Hammered

Strauss

Works in Finance in New York City

Is a Workaholic

Has no friends

Goes back to Austria every few years

Boring to talk to

Always on a work call

Listens to Classical Music

Tilly

Lives in Nashville, Tennessee

Visits Marybeth a lot

Wants to be a Nurse

Likes taking care of people

Wants to travel around the world

Pearson

Lives somewhere in New England

Owns a restaurant and catering business

The restaurant is interestingly enough called "Pearsons"

Probably has a wife and some kids

Loves Maine Lobster one of those people that wears a bib when eating it because he's messy

Is a good Butcher

Susan Grimshaw

Lives in Florida

Is a housekeeper

Cleans uncles' mobile home once a week

Tries to control Tilly and Marybeth from miles away

disgruntled

[burrowbabe]

Give and Take - Chapter 10

Hello hello ;) I got bored and decided to write the next chapter tonight! (not thoroughly proofread)

** trigger warning

Intense smut ... absolute filth. Inspired by 'Can I' by Kehlani.

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It was becoming increasingly difficult to take things slow with Joe. Every glance, every sly smirk and every secret kiss made you want to jump his bones. And you almost never got alone time to take things further, even if you wanted to.

Playing with yourself when thoughts of his naked body over came you, could only do so much. You needed real release. 

Tana's birthday was coming up, and while you had every intention of making her day special, you couldn't help but selfishly look forward to the trip to Las Vegas you all would be taking in honor of the occasion. That meant, private hotel rooms.

You booked the penthouse suite at Ceaser's Palace for your friends, and a separate room on another floor for yourself claiming there wouldn't be enough room to sleep everyone comfortably. 

"You prude! No one will be getting any sleep this weekend if I have anything to say about it." Tana exclaimed, sitting on her overly full luggage to zip it closed.

"You do what you want, but I need my beauty rest." You quip, pretending to throw your hair over your shoulder.

With an annoyed eye roll, Tana joins the rest of the crew outside to load up the car.

You resume gathering the last of your things before making your way down the hall. Before making it to the top of the stairs, a hand grabs your elbow, pulling you to the side of the dimly lit hall. Joe looks down at you with a small smile before pulling you in for a kiss.

With a sigh, you melt into his body, dropping your bag and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Do you really think we're going to be able to sneak away this weekend?" Joe asks, biting his lip.

"I hope so .. we deserve some proper alone time." You smirk.

"Oh yeah? What does that entail?"

"Hmm ... I'm thinking room service, fuzzy robes, champagne ..." You raise your eyebrows and look at him with sultry eyes.

"I like the sound of that." He replies, leaning down to the crook of your neck to inhale your perfume before landing a kiss right under your ear.

You're interrupted once again by a holler from your brother in the distance.

"We're gonna miss the flight!" He yells.

Disappointedly, you and Joe are broken out of each other's embrace and quickly make your way down to the garage.

Everyone had already claimed their seats in the large SUV, leaving only 2 open spots in the very back of the vehicle. Joe's size made it difficult to clammer into the last row, not without Ja'Marr razzing him. You didn't mind the close proximity though, you're able to clasp Joe's hand for the whole ride without any of the others noticing.

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After a quick, booze filled trip on the private jet you had chartered, everyone was ready to throw their things down in their respective rooms, and get ready for the night ahead of them. 

Joe had claimed he got his own room as well as he would need to "hit the gym in the morning and maybe call it an early night", to which resulted in merciless teasing. You couldn't help but stifle your own laugh when he broke this news, learning that he is a terrible liar.

"Football is over man! You gotta cut loose." Ja'Marr clapped him on his back giving him a look in disbelief.

"We don't win championships with that attitude." He slyly remarked, earning a groan from his best friend.

"OK Sheisty ... wouldn't want to throw you off your 8 p.m. bedtime." Ja'Marr rolls his eyes in good fun but finally dropping the subject to Joe's relief.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach knowing you'd have all his attention tonight.

Touching up your smokey eye in the mirror, you heard a knock at your door. Assuming it was one of your friend summoning you for the dinner reservations you had made, you quickly grabbed your purse and threw on your short black heels.

"Coming!" You call out, trotting over to swing open the door to meet Joe's shocked expression. His eyes roamed your whole body. Your micro skirt showed off your perfectly tanned legs, while your black lace top exentuated your full chest.

"I - you ... I was just ..." He was lost for words.

"Just come here." You say, pulling him in for a glossy kiss.

"God, you're gonna kill me having to look at you all night." He sighed, moving his hand down your waist.

"You'll just have to wait." You smirk and pat the side of his cheek. "We're gonna be late"

You strut off towards the elevator, with him chasing after you like a puppy. 

The rest of your friends were waiting in the lobby roaring with laughter.

"Holy shit!" Tana interrupts the conversation she was having with Nick when her eyes land on you. "Now that's what I'm talking about! You'll have guys falling from trees for you looking like that!"

You couldn't help the blush that crept up your cheeks. She was the most blunt person you had ever known but she never failed to hype you up.

"I think you need a jacket." Your brother complains, earning an eyeroll from you.

"Enough about me! It's your weekend." You wave Tana off and the crew moves for the car to drive you all to the restaurant.

After running up a handsome bill at the most expensive restaurant on the strip, gambling was next on the agenda. You hated the thought of throwing money away, especially with high stakes. So you sat yourself at the penny slots and went to town. You kept looking around to make sure you kept tabs on your group, always making eye contact with Joe who was sat at the blackjack table with the others. 

He gives you a sublte motion with his two middle fingers to come over to the table. The motion alone sending a jolt to your nether regions. You cash out quickly, earning a mere $10, before making your way over to Joe. 

"I'm rich!" You wave your winning ticket in front of his face.

"Look at you, high roller." He laughs. Unknowingly you snake your arm around his shoulder, leaning into him, giggling. Ja'Marr makes a confused face making you stiffen and straighten up, stepping away from Joe.

"Sorry, I get touchy-feely when I'm drunk." You joke, trying to back pedal, awkwardly making eye contact with Ja'Marr again. A blush creeps up on your cheeks and you throw back the rest of your drink to distract yourself from the budding tension.

"This is boring, lets hit the club!" Tana says, breaking the silence - thank God.

"I second that. I need me some phone numbers." AJ shimmies his eyebrows suggestively.

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Surely you were more nervous than you needed to be. 

You needed another drink, and ASAP.

The club was loud and busy. Sweaty bodies grinding all over each other as house music shook the floor. AJ flagged down a bottle service waitress and arranged a VIP section for all of you in the corner of the room.

It seemed like every round you all ordered, required a toast to Tana's birthday. Each proclaimation more outrageous and hilarious than the next. Each tequila soda was going down like water. Every glance in Joe's direction more sexually charged. The world was starting to disappear around you.

"I need to dance!" You announce, but fallen on deaf ears as everyone was engrossed in their own conversations.

You manage to get into a standing position and stumble slightly into the crowd of people. You didn't care, you swayed your body to the music. Closing your eyes and running your hands through your hair, you felt invincible. 

Some flashes indicated fans taking photos of you, but you didn't care about that either, you were having a blast. 

A pair of hands snake around your waist, pulling you into a tent in their pants. You allow them to move with you to the beat.

"You're so fucking sexy." The man shouts in your ear with his hot breath. You look up to see its a total stranger towering over you, and not the man you wanted it to be.

Suddenly, a hand clasps over yours, pulling you away from the stranger and down the hall towards the bathrooms. You're pushed into the wall, meeting Joe's eyes that have darkened. His cheeks are flushed slightly from the alcohol and his lips are plump from biting down on them.

"Are you OK?" He asks, searching your face for any type of concern.

"I'm better now." You say, sliding your hands up his abdomen.

"You drive me crazy you know that?" 

Joe pulls you close and smashes his lips to yours, moving desperately against you.

"Let's go home." You huff in between kisses.

You follow Joe's lead as he pulls you through the crowd of people, expertly avoiding your table full of friends.

Your panties are absolutley soaked and you're both practically running to the exit to get the next cab to the hotel. 

The ride back is silent but so sexually charged, it was palpable.

It took major restraint and self-control to keep from doing it right there in the car or even the elevator up to the room.

Bursting through the door and locking it behind you, you pounce on Joe. Backing up towards the bed before the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, making him fall flat on his back.

Finally making contact with Joe's soft lips again made a shiver run down your spine - so wet, so plump, so right.

Moving in sync with one another, your lips stay attached, only breaking slightly to introduce your tongues. 

Joe groans at the taste of sweet liquor on your mouth, pulling your hips closer so you collapse into his lap, straddling him on your bed.

Running your hands through his soft blonde hair, you sigh in relief at the contact he makes with your ass, grasping it in his big hands. Pulling you closer to the bulge in his pants, your pussy grinds against him offering you at least some relief.

Joe pulls back slightly to quickly grab the hem of your shirt to take it off, exposing your black lace covered breasts. Before diving in to kiss your neck, you push his shoulders back to get off of his lap. A look of panic washes over his face, thinking you were changing your mind. But that was far from true. Wasting no time, you spread his knees apart, kneeling down in between them.

With a sigh of relief and a groan accompanying it, Joe watches you work on his zipper, pulling down his grey jeans. A tent in his boxers was an understatement. The outline of his hard cock looked bigger than you ever imagined. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you hook your fingers under the band of his boxers, slowly pulling them off to be thrown in the pile with his jeans. His cock springs up in front of your eyes, making your jaw drop slightly.

"Fuck." You mutter, eyeing his member standing at attention. Taking your hand, you wrap it around the bottom of his shaft, looking to meet his eyes again to see his pleased reaction. His tip leaked with pre cum, which you happily wiped with your thumb before attaching your lips to his pink, throbbing tip. Giving it a small kiss, Joe watches you intently before you lick a stripe from base to tip causing him to roll his head back in pleasure.

"Holy shit ... fuck me." He groans.

Spitting on his tip, you watch it drip down before taking his whole cock in your mouth. With a hiss, Joe grabs the back of your head gently with one hand, silently begging you not to move.

"Fuck ... keep doing that and I'm gonna cum already." He mutters defeatedly.

Pushing down further, you let his tip hit the back of your throat, earning another loud groan from Joe. Slowly sucking all the way up to the top, you come off his tip with a 'pop' sound. 

Joe looks down at you with a darkness in his eyes that you had never seen before.

"C'mere baby." In one swift motion, he grabs your hips to lead you back up to the bed, pulling you back into his lap to unclip your bra and taste himself on your lips. Flipping you over onto your back, Joe pulls on your lower lip with his teeth mid-kiss, pulling off your skirt and underwear and quickly tossing them over with the rest of the clothes. Completely exposed now, Joe breaks from the kiss to stand back and look at your naked body.

His mouth parts slightly, shaking his head in disbelief. 

"So perfect." he mutters, looking you up and down.

Grabbing your ankles and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed, he kneels in front of your dripping center, licking a stripe from your entrance to the top of your throbbing clit earning a loud moan from you.

"Joey!" you exclaim, already writhing from the contact.

Moving his hands to grip under your thighs, he holds you open to devour you. He starts with small kitten licks on your clit, kissing and sucking on the sensitive nub. 

No guy had ever gone down on you before, let alone knew where the clit was. So, to have someone be so attentive to your pleasure first was shocking and amazing.

Moving faster circles on your clit, Joe introduces two fingers into your entrance, sliding them in slowly.

Your back begins to arch and you feel that coil in your stomach.

"Joe ... oh my God.. y-yes please don't stop" you cry out. His assault on your clit is merciless as his fingers pump in and out of you faster and faster. His free hand won't let you rise far off the bed, he pins you down as you writhe beneath him in pleasure.

"Oh God Joey ... I'm gonna cum." you whine, egging him on to add a third finger inside of you.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you choke out a string of moans. Joe continues licking your clit softly as your orgasm tears through you. With your legs shaking, and breath hitched in your throat, Joe makes a string of kisses up your inner thigh as you come down from your high.

Flipping you over, he pulls your hips so your core meets his throbbing cock. Grabbing a condom from his pants pocket, he tears it open with hi mouth, adjusting it over himself.

With a smack to your ass, you jolt forward from the contact, moaning loudly. 

"So wet for me." He growls, sliding his tip up and down your entrance.

"Please, Joe." You whine, moving to your elbows to arch your ass higher in the air.

In one swift motion he penetrates you, earning a shocked gasp from you. You choke out a moan as you adjust to his size. He pumps in and out of you deep and hard, your bodies smacking together with each movement.

Your eyes flutter shut in pure bliss. There was no stopping the loud moans coming from you no matter who heard. And Joe's sweet affirmations about how tight and beautiful you were made it even harder not to cum right then and there. 

Joe suddenly pulls out to your dismay causing you to whine. He sits with his back against the headboard. "C'mere baby."

You crawl over to hima nd straddle his lap, taking him in your hand to position him at you entrance once again. Sinking down on top of him, you both moan in unison. 

"So good for me." He says, grpping your hips and grinding up into you. Your clit rubs against his lower stomach perfectly, adding to the already overwhelming sensation. He sucks on your right nipple making you cry out, digging your nails into his shoulders.

"Cum for me baby." He demands in a low, husky whisper.

You core tightens and your body begins to shake. Joe forces you down harder on him and moves your hips faster against him.

"Fuck - yes!" You whimper, slowing your movements and shuttering against him. Joe growls and tips his head back against the head board as he jerks up into you, reaching his own climax.

You collapse into him meeting his lips one last time before pulling off to lay beside him.

You find it hard to catch your breath as you come back to reality.

"You still think you're broken?" He asks with a cocky smile.

You rapidly shake your head and bite your lip. "Where have you been all my life?"

[vintageshanny]

Play Something For Me - Part 5 - Meet Me in St. Louis

It’s the return of Elvis and Ruby! I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to everyone who’s liked, shared, and commented on my writing. It is so encouraging and means so much to me. ❤️

Writing Prompt: Elvis in a car

Content: Fluff, smut, 1973 Elvis, 18+

October 31, 1973

Ruby let her thoughts wander as she absentmindedly strolled down the sidewalk with her shopping bags.  She had walked to the store to pick up some candy for the trick-or-treaters that would be flooding the neighborhood later.  Ella would be home from school soon and would need help putting the finishing touches on her costume.  As usual when she was alone, she found her mind drifting to Elvis.  To her knowledge, he had not tried to contact her in the almost two months since they had admitted their love for each other in Las Vegas.  She had seen the news stories about his rant against the Hilton on closing night, rumors of a falling out with his manager, and his divorce being finalized at last.  She knew he must be going through a lot of turmoil, and at first she had tried to convince herself that was the reason for his silence, but it was probably time to face the music - she had just been a convenient distraction for him, and now he was back to a life that had no room for a single mother in St. Louis.  As if the weather sensed her melancholy mood, raindrops started to pour down with no warning.  “Dammit,” she muttered to herself, looking up at the sky as if that would stop them somehow.  

“Be careful baby, sugar melts in the rain,” an unmistakable deep voice called out.  Ruby glanced over with surprise, just now noticing the fancy black car that had pulled over to the side of the road.  She saw Elvis’ handsome face gleaming at her from the back window.  Her jaw fell open a little bit as she took a step closer.  “How did you know I have candy?” she asked, unsure of what else to say, looking down at the brown paper bags that were starting to get soggy.  “Now honey, ya know I was talkin’ ‘bout you,” Elvis chuckled.  “Now get in here ‘fore ya float away with your candy.”  The rain soaking through her clothes assured her that this was the only sensible decision.

“Aw, honey, you’re soakin’ wet, you’re gonna catch cold,” Elvis murmured as he pulled Ruby in close and planted a big kiss on her lips, which were still hanging open slightly in shock.  “How are you, I mean, what are you, um, why are you here?” she blurted out awkwardly.  She could see his lopsided smile drop a little bit at her less-than-welcoming reception.  “I mean, I haven’t heard from you, I just thought you didn’t want…” she trailed off, trying to backtrack on her initial hostility.  “I do want, honey,” Elvis said, looking a bit dejected.  “I’ve had a lot goin’ on, and I tried ta call ya a couple times, but ya ain’t got no answerin’ service.”  “Oh,” Ruby said, feeling stupid.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you called.”  She did most of her seamstress work from home, but she supposed he could have called when she was out running errands.  Or, knowing his schedule, maybe when she was sleeping.  “I just figured you didn’t want to see me again.”  Elvis looked up sharply.  “I drove all the way here, baby,” he said.  “Of course I wanted ta see ya.”  Charlie cleared his throat softly from the driver’s seat.  “I guess Charlie wants credit for drivin’ me here,” Elvis said with a hollow chuckle.  

Ruby swallowed and looked down at her hands.  “Elvis, I’m glad you’re here,” she whispered.  “Ya are?” he asked, tilting her chin up toward him.  “Of course,” Ruby admitted.  “I was just feeling worried.  I have all these feelings for you, and then I didn’t hear from you, or I thought I didn’t hear from you, and I’m scared.”  She could feel herself beginning to tear up.  “Oh, Ruby, you ain’t gotta be scared of me.  I told ya I had a lot goin’ on, but I’m here now.  Ya know I wanna be with ya.  There’s a reason we’re back in each other’s lives, and I ain’t throwin’ that away.  Understand, baby?” Elvis gazed at her, waiting for an answer.  Ruby nodded and let him wrap her hand in his own.  “Ya sure are a sight for sore eyes,” he said, his smile reappearing now.  “Really?  I probably look like a drowned rat,” Ruby laughed.  Elvis’ eyes lowered to her chest and his grin grew bigger.  “Naw, baby, ya look really good like this.  Jus’ make sure no one else lays an eye on ya.”  Ruby followed his gaze down and gasped a little bit when she saw how her sopping wet blouse had molded itself to every contour of her breasts, her nipples prominently poking through the fabric.  She could feel her face flushing bright red as Elvis chuckled and pulled her in close to him.  “Mmm my red Ruby, you’re actin’ like I ain’t seen ya naked before,” he whispered in her ear, sending a little shiver down her spine.  “Elvis!” she whispered shyly, her eyes darting toward the front seat.  “Charlie ain’t listenin’ to us, are ya, Charlie?” Elvis called out.  “No, boss,” came the reply from the front.  “Jus’ drive us to Miss Ruby’s house,” Elvis instructed and leaned back toward her.  His hand gently caressed her chest as she succumbed to the pleasure of his soft lips pressing against hers.

Ruby felt like she could go on kissing Elvis for hours, but they pulled up in front of her house in just a few minutes.  Elvis looked out the window and surveyed the sky.  “I guess we should get inside while the rain’s let up.”  Ruby noticed the downpour had disappeared as quickly as it had come.  It was as if it occurred at the perfect time for Elvis to rescue her and woo her back into his arms without a second thought.  Maybe this is all happening for a reason, she mused.  “Uh, what should I do, boss?  Wait here, or…” Charlie trailed off uncertainly.  “Nah, go to the hotel.  I’ll call ya if I need ya,” Elvis responded, grabbing a small suitcase and opening the door.  He hurried around to help Ruby get out with her wet grocery bags.  Ruby glanced around nervously, hoping none of the neighbors were watching.  Elvis wasn’t exactly incognito in a silver jacket with rainbow flames licking the shoulders.  She smiled as she looked him up and down.  He seemed to have gained a little weight since she’d seen him, but she didn’t mind at all.  It actually made her flush as she thought about laying underneath him, his body pressed into hers.  Elvis looked over and smirked as they climbed the steps to the porch.  “You’re gonna make me blush, baby, the way you’re undressin’ me with your eyes like that.”  “I’m sorry,” Ruby murmured.  “I just don’t know how you get more handsome every time I see you.”  She loved the way her compliments always seemed to both embarrass and please him.

Ruby set the bags of candy on the kitchen counter and turned to see Elvis surveying the living room, looking at the framed photos of her and Ella.  “Where’s your girl now?” he asked.  “She should be home from school any minute, actually,” Ruby commented.  “If you’d rather go, I understand,” she said, looking away nervously.  Elvis turned to look at her in surprise.  “Oh, do ya not want me to meet her?”  He looked a little hurt again.  “No, no, you can meet her, I just didn’t know if you’d feel comfortable, or-” she stammered out before Elvis cut her off.  “Ruby, I love ya.  I want to be in your life, but that means ya have to let me in,” he said as he walked closer and took her hands in his, looking directly into her eyes.  She could feel them watering as she nodded and said, “Okay.  I’ll let you in.”  Elvis smiled with relief and held her close to him.  “And Elvis?” she added.  “Yes, baby?”  “I love you too.  I’m so glad you came.”  She could feel his embrace around her tighten.  “Baby, you should get outta these wet clothes,” he murmured into her hair.  “Are you just trying to see me naked again?” she teased.  “Nah, there’ll be plenty of time for that later,” he laughed.  “I can’t get all excited when we won’t have the time for me to take care of ya properly.”  Ruby smiled at this and leaned up to kiss his lips before going into her bedroom to change.  

She returned to the living room to find that Elvis had made himself at home on the couch with some peanut butter cups from one of the grocery bags.  “Elvis!” she swatted at him playfully, “Those are for the trick-or-treaters!”  Elvis looked up at her with a big grin and whistled lowly.  “You look beautiful baby, even if I can’t see those pretty nipples anymore.”  He laughed as Ruby’s face turned scarlet.  “Aw, red Ruby, your face matches your dress now,” he continued to tease as he pulled her onto his lap.  She smoothed out her red dress with rainbow stitching at the waistline.  She was too embarrassed to say that she had picked it out so they would match a little bit with their rainbow colors.  Instead she leaned in and licked the chocolate off Elvis’ lip.  “You’re a messy eater,” she teased him.  “I can think of something really messy I’d like to eat,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers digging into her waist.  “Elvis!” Ruby squealed, shocked but delighted by his naughty innuendo.  Just at that moment, the doorknob turned and Ruby jumped up off his lap.

“Mom!  I’m home!” Ella called out as she walked in the door.  I’m right here sweetie, and we have a guest,” Ruby said nervously.  Ella turned as she walked into the living room and her jaw just about hit the floor.  “You’re - you’re Elvis Presley,” she announced in awe.  Elvis stood up from the couch and reached his hand out.  “You must be Ella.  I’ve heard so much about ya,” he said with a grin.  Ella reached her hand out and shook his, looking like she was in a trance.  “Why are you in our house?” she stared over at her mother in confusion.  “Oh, I’m jus’ an old friend of your mom’s,” he said, smiling down at how her hand was still shaking his.  She dropped his hand then and gasped.  “You did meet in Germany, didn’t you?” she asked accusingly.  “My mom said she only caught a glimpse of you.”  “Well, we may have had a conversation as well,” Ruby said softly, trying to think of how to get herself out of this uncomfortable situation.  “Then when she came to my concert in August, we got a chance to talk again.”  Elvis smiled over at Ruby, trying to help her explain his presence.  “Your concert?” Ella asked in disbelief, looking at Ruby once more.  “You went to Las Vegas while I was gone?”  Then a look of realization came over her face.  “Are you…dating?” she asked.  “Are you dating Elvis Presley and you didn’t tell me?”  Elvis looked at Ruby questioningly also, realizing that she must not have mentioned a thing about him.   Ruby cleared her throat nervously.  “It’s, um, kind of a long story, and I think that’s enough questions for right now.  I can explain it all later, but you need to finish getting your costume ready for tonight.  Trick-or-treat starts in an hour.”  She turned and walked into the kitchen before either of them could question her any further.

Ella went into her bedroom to get ready, and Ruby could hear Elvis’ heavy footsteps walk up behind her while she was pouring the bags of candy out into a big bowl.  “So…ya didn’t even think to mention me huh?” he asked, sounding a bit disappointed.  Ruby turned to find him standing directly behind her, blocking her against the counter.  “Elvis, it’s not that I didn’t think to, I mean, I just didn’t know what to say.  I didn’t know if I’d even see you again.  I didn’t want to get…anyone’s hopes up,” she tried to explain.  Elvis nodded slowly and sighed.  “I understand, baby.  But, I should probably tell ya, my hopes are up.”  He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.  Ruby stared up into his beautiful face, noticing how his long lashes fanned over his cheeks. “I think I didn’t want to admit it to myself,” she said softly, “but so are mine.”  Elvis leaned down and pressed his lips gently to hers.

Ella cleared her throat behind them and they nervously jumped apart, looking like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.  “If you two are done playing kissy-face, can you tell me if my costume looks okay?” Ella asked as Elvis and Ruby tried to suppress their smiles.  Ella was wearing a pink dress that Ruby had made and had her hair in braided pigtails with big bows.  “I wanted to be Marcia Brady, but mom made me dress as Cindy instead,” Ella announced with some disappointment in her voice.  “Probably no one will even know who I am because my hair’s too dark to be Cindy.”  “You can dress as a teenager when you are a teenager,” Ruby said.  “I’m practically a teenager,” Ella mumbled.  “Well, I think ya look mighty cute,” Elvis said with a grin.  “Plus ya don’t wanna grow up too fast, people give ya more candy when you’re younger,” he added.  Ella considered that and nodded in agreement.  “I think you’re onto something there, Mr. Presley,” she said, sounding pleased.  “Please jus’ call me Elvis, dear,” he said with a warm smile.  “Okay Elvis dear,” Ella said, making all three of them giggle.

The doorbell rang and Ella grabbed her trick-or-treat bag.  “My friends are here!  I’m going, mom!” she called out as she ran for the door.  “Hold on, give me a hug,” Ruby said as she pulled Ella in close.  “Be careful and stay together.  Don’t forget your overnight bag,” she added.  “Don’t worry, we’ll be careful. And I expect the full long story when I come home,” Ella said sternly. She gave Ruby a quick kiss on the cheek, waved goodbye to Elvis, and rushed out the door.  “Overnight bag?” Elvis asked.  “Oh, yeah, she’s staying over at a friend’s house after trick-or-treating,” Ruby explained.  “Hmm, we have the house to ourselves?” Elvis said, his endearing crooked smile coming out in full force, making Ruby’s heart melt and her core tingle.  “Well, after we give out the candy,” she said with a wink.  As if on cue, the first group of kids rang the doorbell.  “You should stay out of sight so you don’t cause a commotion,” Ruby instructed as she went to grab the bowl of candy.  

Ruby returned to find that Elvis had already opened the door and was signing autographs for a group of starstruck parents while the kids looked on confused, wondering where the candy was.  She thought about scolding him but saw how much he seemed to be enjoying himself and decided to just let him have fun.  Elvis continued to pass out candy with Ruby and sign autographs until the last trick-or-treater had come through.  They sat next to each other on the couch, Elvis’ arm around Ruby’s shoulders.  “I guess we had just enough candy,” Elvis announced, looking at the empty bowl on the coffee table.  “Actually,” Ruby said with a sly smile, “I set aside a bag of peanut butter cups for you since you love them so much.”  Elvis’ face lit up like a little boy’s.  “Aw, that’s sweet of ya honey,” he said, kissing her forehead.  “Do you want me to get them?” Ruby asked.  “Well, I s-s-sorta had a different treat in mind right now,” he murmured, his hand creeping up under the hem of her dress.  Ruby’s heart started racing.  “Mmm, I think I could help you with that,” she whispered.  She stood up from the couch and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bedroom with her.

As soon as they got to the bed, Ruby pushed his jacket off his shoulders and pulled his shirt off.  “Oh, God, I’ve missed this,” she whispered as she ran her hands lightly over his chest and stomach, feeling the hair tickle her fingertips.  She loved the way Elvis always seemed to tremble slightly when they were intimate with each other.  It reminded her that he was just a human being who got nervous like anyone else.  She smiled as she took in how beautiful he looked.  Elvis smiled back shyly as he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop down to the ground, revealing his bare body to her.  “‘M sorry, honey, he’s not quite ready yet,” he motioned down to his soft cock hanging below the slight swell of his belly.  “No need to be sorry, he probably just needs a little loving,” Ruby said as she pulled her dress over her head and removed her bra and underwear.  Elvis stared at her naked body in admiration as she pushed him onto the bed.  “Let me take care of him,” she whispered lustily.  

Ruby started placing gentle open-mouthed kisses on Elvis’ lower abdomen and thighs, making a circle of wet spots around his cock as she caressed his balls in her hand.  A low moan came from his lips and she moved her mouth closer to his shaft, letting her warm breath tease him.  His moans grew louder and Ruby watched in awe as he started growing hard before her eyes, the head of his cock peeking out from the foreskin.  She leaned in and kissed this most sensitive spot, letting her tongue run over it, and Elvis let out a symphony of moans.  “Oh, Ruby, he’s sure ready now,” Elvis called out.   Ruby gave him one last lick and then laid next to Elvis as he turned to roll on top of her.  He reached down and ran his fingers through her folds, making sure she was wet enough to enter.  “Damn, baby, you’re so wet.  Is that cuz of me?” he asked with a proud grin.  “Of course,” Ruby blushed.  “That’s what happens when I get to lick all over your body and hear you moan my name.”  “Well, there’s plenty more where that came from, sweet red Ruby,” Elvis whispered as he thrusted into her tight little hole, the full weight of his body pressed against hers.  “Oh, Elvis, this is what I’ve been waiting for,” Ruby moaned, the pleasure consuming her immediately. “I know, baby, I know ya needed me to come take care of ya,” Elvis grunted as he continued thrusting deep inside of her.  After two months of waiting for this moment, the ecstasy washed over the two of them with an intensity Ruby could barely take.  She couldn’t stop from calling out Elvis’ name over and over as her orgasm hit so hard her entire body shook with pleasure.  With sweat falling from his forehead, Elvis stuttered up into her with a satisfied groan, filling her up and collapsing down onto her soft body, his head nuzzled against her chest.  

“Oh, wow, Elvis, that was amazing,” Ruby whispered rapturously as she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair.  “It sure was, sweet red Ruby,” Elvis responded.  “Elvis? Y’know how you have that, um, extra layer on your, y’know…” Ruby trailed off, for some reason feeling embarrassed to say the word foreskin. She could feel him tense up slightly as he realized what she was referring to. She quickly blurted out, “Well I love it! When you, um, go inside of me, I can feel it move back and forth a little bit and it feels amazing,” she ended in a whisper, her face turning beet red with this admission. Elvis relaxed and let out a little laugh. “I’m glad you love it, baby, I guess we were made for each other. Cuz he sure loves bein’ in there.” “I think your whole body is just perfect,” Ruby couldn’t stop the compliments as she continued to stroke his hair. He didn’t say anything more, but she could feel him smiling against her chest.  He leaned up and gave her nipple a little lick, laughing at how it sent a shiver through her overstimulated body.  Ruby blushed and smiled down at him.  “Y’know what I could use now, baby?” Elvis asked, looking up into her face, his eyes twinkling.  “Some peanut butter cups.”  Ruby laughed and kissed his sweet lips.

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[blacktobackmesa]

If everyone got to escape the computer for one (1) day, what would everyone want to do with their time? Together, or individual?

Optional if you put Gordon in the game or keep him irl lol

I feel like that's a conversation that they would have together. Something hypothetical that comes up when they're just hanging out, you know? Maybe on a rainy day, where Gordon's not feeling up to any games, and they're all just chilling together in voice chat.

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"I think... I would want to have lunch."

Bubby snorted. "Lunch."

"Hey, it's achievable!" Gordon defended Tommy's choice. "I like it better than Benrey's plan to test if he can clip through my walls. But, uh. You do have lunch in there."

"But it's not your lunch," Tommy returned. "I don't have food from your-- from where you are! I want to see if it tastes different."

Gordon's eyebrows raised. "Huh. I never really thought about that."

"Now that's a fine idea!" Coomer lit up. "Gordon, isn't there a soda museum one state over from here? I think we could all make fine use of that, comparing flavors."

Tommy shook his head. "The World of Coca-Cola museum in Las Vegas was only open for a few years. We'd have to go all the way to... to the Atlanta one if we wanted to see the tasting room."

"Not that the trip from New Mexico to Nevada is a quick little jaunt," Gordon added. "If we only had a day to spend together, I'd hate to spend ten hours in the car."

Bubby huffed, crossing his arms. "Fine. I guess we'd have to rob a casino somewhere in this state instead."

"Oh, Atlanta's where they got the puppet museum, right?" Benrey joined in. "That's cool."

"If you want-- actually, y'know what? Air travel would be a new experience for at least a couple of you. We could take a plane to the east coast."

Bubby pointed to Coomer. "Good luck getting this one through the TSA. Metal detectors fear him."

The bionic boxer puffed up with pride, pleased with this description. "Now Gordon, I think there would be no better way to spend our time together than fistfighting airport security."

"Alright. So on our list, we've got: rob a casino, spend all of Gordon's money on cross-country plane tickets, get Gordon on the no-fly list, and potentially lose my security deposit," Gordon gave a dry review. "Anyone have any ideas that don't involve the neat getaway plan of going back into the computer? Because some of us don't have that option."

There was a moment of quiet thought.

"You know that scene with the mall from the movie with the sunglasses brothers? I think Bubby should--"

"Benrey, that is the opposite of what we should do."

"Come onnnn, it's not like anyone goes to malls anymore."

"...I've got something."

Darnold's voice was quiet, but it caught the attention of the group.

"Yeah?" Bubby prompted. "Alright, what've you got?"

"There's, um." Darnold hesitated. "I've looked into this before, actually. I've looked up the coordinates of the Black Mesa research facility... well, where it would have been, if it was real. Gordon, did you know it's only about an hour's drive away?"

Gordon blinked. "I did not. Figured it would be deeper into the desert."

"What's there now?" Tommy asked. "Is it, um, an old government site? For missile testing?"

"I bet it's a quirky and mysterious ghost town!" Coomer contributed. "Full of intrigue and quirky locals!"

Darnold shrugged. "Actually, it's... nothing. Not nothing nothing, Doctor Coomer. Just a lot of, y'know. Dirt. Plants. Bad cell service. And a nice view of the mountains."

There was no right way to respond to that information, really. Darnold seemed increasingly uncomfortable as their friends and companions couldn't find a reply.

After a minute, Tommy spoke.

"That sounds really nice," he said.

"Thanks."

"I know that's... I mean, I'm the one who said I wanted to eat lunch, but..."

"No, I agree," Coomer nodded. "I think I'd like that very much, Darnold."

"I wanna see it too," Benrey agreed. "S'like, closure or something. Bubby?"

The older scientist seemed to be lost in his own head. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "I'm not sure."

"...There's also a nicely reviewed winery on the way," Darnold added coyly. "I wouldn't mind checking that out, either."

Bubby gave a light smile. "Well, I wouldn't mind that. If Gordon didn't mind the gas money and all."

"Wouldn't mind a bit."

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Might go a bit like that, I think! Oh and when they got back from standing in the desert and sampling wine, Gordon would take them to the coolest damn art installation in Santa Fe. They'd all love it.

[asteroidtroglodyte]

[American Gods]

The FreeWhale

[inbetween forkfuls of roadside diner hashbrowns smothered in Tabasco sauce and gulps of black coffee with 6 sugars to a cup]

I was doing a late-night jaunt west down the I-10, planning to take the 15 up to Las Vegas to drop some cargo, when I saw this light on the horizon.

Now that in itself isn’t unusual. Construction site, football game, poorly managed corporate parking lot; lots of reasons to see lights at night.

But this light, it blazed. It was too crisp, too close, too dense. It shone whiter than daylight and cast shadows sharp as knives. And as I drew closer I realized that the source of the light was on the freeway itself.

Now I will freely admit that my vocabulary is not the most expansive, but I don’t know if we have a word in English for the thing that cast that light. Machinery is technically correct, but…

Countless wheels it had, with more axles than I got to count and more tires per axle than I’ve seen before or since. 2 double-wide trailers side-by-side, commanding 4 lanes in all, as long as a football field and lit up twice as bright. Carried aloft and suspended between them by a web of hard steel chains was a great and weighty throne, bearing a golden statue of a blood soaked man, flat goggled eyes expressionlessly overseeing the endless road.

Hauled by a team of engines, 16 in all, 4 to a lane and 4 abreast, lashed together like sled dogs of old, billowing clouds of black diesel and blood smoke. Somehow, over the cacophony of wind and motor, I heard the distant screams of the Blood Sacrifice which powered the God Of The Freeway, the bodies of men and women young and old crushed into paste by the ruthless intersection of momentum and inattention in a thousand car accidents each day.

I saw men in high-vis and boot, clambering about the great mechanism like ants upon a tree, adjusting the tension of the chains and the power of the motors, bearing this colossi of weighty momentum and terrible speed along the endless night highways to a destination that would never arrive.

I knew with a sudden terrible clarity that if I remained too near that my own engine would be lashed into service; that the heraldry upon the engines bore the names of defunct shipping companies and dead independent drivers; and that the dreadful velocity of the God Of Freeways would carry it ever westward, far ahead of a sunrise that could never catch it, and so in pursuit of my own life and dawns to come I slowed, and let the God Of Freeways slip over the horizon.

[3llisarts]

WIP Wednesday (on a Thursday) (1)

Tagged by @noodlecupcakes and @josephseedismyfather ! One of my submissions- enjoy more on ya favorite girl

And I tag @cassietrn @fingersinmyhair @disney-dream

Rhys headcanons

- Very fluent in Cybertronian (made it a little game of insulting people in Cybertronian. Mainly clients she thought were being high and mighty- but also ✨Carly✨- and Sam on the occasion)

• she’s switched between English and Cybertronian a couple times. Mainly when she’s really angry - (Dylan’s loving it-)

• although she always made it a habit to switch back around her clients (kinda hard to know if your assassin’s taken the job when she’s speaking in a foreign tongue that goes about a mile a minute)

- Always preferred close range weapons (pistols, shotguns, revolvers, knives), living for that personal, almost intimate edge that’s present to her kills

• Though surprisingly she’s got a sniper rifle. She just seldom uses it-

- Viewed Wraith as the closest thing to a father figure, even if she’d never admit that aloud

• Looking up to the big Decepticon, especially when she was little and first started her training

- Always flaunted the point that she was a highly ranked Decepticon, especially in Megatron’s eyes. (Given she freed the big man from his ice prison in the Sector 7 base in Nevada)

- Decent mechanic skills (mainly bc she was always afraid of one of her old enemies being at the shop and tinkering with her car or bike)

• The Indian Scout was a 25th birthday present she bought herself

• She agreed to let Dylan take the Scout in to be serviced whenever it needed to- later

- Rhys’s monicker “The Black Widow” or “The Black Widow Killer” hails from how she killed one of her first targets. Loosing a black widow spider into the man’s office. (All at the age of 15)

• To go with that, she chose a black V for Vendetta mask (although she’d been tempted to go with a Ghostface mask for a split second)

- Always had a love for cats (hoped to own one one day). Her favorite experience was the Lion Habitat Ranch in Las Vegas. She momentarily stopped to go and play with the cubs

• Nitor’s ‘cover’ is a Barbary lion with red tinted eyes

• Solid A gambling skills. Taught herself by watching and learning, took a few assignments in a couple of the nicer casinos. The Bellagio, the Wynn and the MGM Grand

- Not the most trusting of tech. She’s probably woken up in a nightmare, turned and shot one of Dylan’s home speakers at least once-

• knows damn good and well his collection of super cars is safe-

• ^Having peeled the wheels on a good few-

- Very protective over Dylan

• Tried to smuggle her revolver into the first party of his she’d gone to. He found out, and managed to convince her to relax.

• She even begrudgingly handed it over

• This was also the first time she’d really gotten drunk. Feeling safe enough to drop her guard. Although she still stayed by Dylan’s side as she enjoyed her Espresso Martinis that night

- Wicked fear of needles. She got hurt while fighting off a home invasion (one of her client’s- his old enemies tracked her down). Dylan managed to get her to relax, and she did, trusting him, and letting him patch her up

- While Rhys remained in hiding, she visited Dylan a couple of times at his work. Playing it off as casual at first; happily sitting beside him while he worked on his computer, eventually sitting on his lap

• Later on; she’d pack a Monster or two, a couple of snacks and spend the day with Dylan

• Even if she offered to kill one of his clients, having overheard them being difficult

• Genuine at first, although later she was just joking (and got quite the kick out of continuing too)

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

So Close Ch. 3

(x)

Series Summary: Jensen Ackles is thousands of miles away from McKayla’s normal life, both figuratively and literally. Jensen is sure they can work things out, but McKayla is less sure that they can get through things and keep her heart intact.

Chapter Summary: It's been four months since their first date and Jensen has invited McKayla to come to Vegas Con and stay the weekend with him in Vegas. McKayla isn't sure what to expect, but is still dazed by what she gets.

Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: There will be eventual smut, likely much angst, and because it’s me, there will be fluff throughout as well. There is also awkwardness. More detailed warnings in individual chapters.

Chapter Warnings: Kissing, some angst on McKayla's part, Jensen being the sweetest and also, a bit clueless.

Pairings: Jensen x OFC (McKayla - Requester)

Word Count: 3,630

A/N: This was a request from @jensensgirl not for me specifically, but for anyone willing to write it. So, I adopted it for my 1K Follower Celebration. She’s asked that the character be given her name, McKayla, and I’ve added the last name “Brandon” just so the character has one.

This will be the third chapter in a short series. I hope this is what you were looking for MaKayla. 💓 Expect other aspects of your request (such as certain kinks) to show up in future chapters.😊

A/N 2: As always, of course this is a Jensen from another part of the Multiverse, who is single. This is an absolute work of fiction.

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Mickayla dragged her suitcase behind her as she moved through the heavy crowds standing around at the baggage terminal. The one wonky wheel on her bag was constantly trying to pull it to the right and she scraped it loudly across the floor as she wrenched it closer to her, cursing beneath her breath.

She managed to wrangle the stubborn luggage onto the escalator heading down to ground level, jostling her carry-on backpack and jacket into a more convenient position. She let out a puff of air, trying to blow her hair out of her eyes. She should have tied it back.

As she reached the bottom of the escalator, she looked around trying to get her bearings. It had been a long time since she’d flown and she’d never been in the LAS airport, having never been to Las Vegas in her life. Searching the vast, crowded area for an exit with a cab stand, she was suddenly taken aback by a man in a neat, black suit holding a plain white card with her name printed in bold black letters.

Slightly confused, she sort of raised her hand as she walked nearer. The man holding the card had a bright beautiful smile that caused deep dimples to appear in his smooth, golden brown cheeks. He looked young and friendly.

As she approached him, he bobbed his head in greeting. “Ms. Brandon?”

She smiled back, slightly awkward. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Fantastic.” He said in a light Spanish accent, his consonants soft and vowels rounded. “My name is Enzo; Mr. Ackles booked our car service to come pick you up.” He nodded to the phone she held in her hand. “He was meant to inform you.”

“Oh!” She said, trying to jostle things in her hands again. “I forgot to turn off airplane mode.”

Enzo reached out to take her jacket so she could have her hands free. “Please, ma’am, allow me.” He took her backpack off her shoulder as well as she fiddled with her phone. Technology was not being her friend and her phone decided now was the perfect time to shut down and she closed her eyes in frustration.

“Long flight?” Enzo asked, sympathy filling his voice.

She smiled at him. “No, it was only four hours, but in order to get the weekend off, I had to work early this morning, so I started at six, and wasn’t off until two, and then I had to run home to grab my bags, and then catch a cab to the airport, and the cab took forever to get there so I got to the airport with hardly any time to check in, and they almost weren’t going to let me on because I was so late, but they ended up literally holding the plane for me, but they’d given away my seat, so I ended up in coach, stuck in the middle seat and -”

She caught herself rambling and shook her head. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll give you a big tip.”

Enzo chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, Ms. Brandon, things will improve now.” He leaned a little closer to stage whisper conspiratorially, “There is champagne in the car.”

McKayla laughed. “Thank god, and please call me McKayla.”

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The ride from the airport was as lush and relaxing as Enzo had promised. He took care of everything to get them out of the airport and as she sat in the back of the limousine with a champagne flute of sweet bubbly goodness, listening to the soft jazz Enzo had playing over the sound system, she only felt vaguely ridiculous that she was traveling in such a luxurious, extravagant car.

They approached the Vegas strip and McKayla couldn’t help but gasp as the bright shining lights lit up the sky in the distance. It looked like the city was ablaze and even though glitz and glamor had never really been her thing, she couldn’t deny that the sight was thrilling and a bit exciting.

As they approached their hotel, a whole new level of surrealty began to hit McKayla as they pulled up outside the massive entrance. She was still staring up at the incredibly opulent structure through the tinted limo window, jaw open, when Enzo opened the door for her.

“We’ve arrived, ma'am." He said calmly. "I believe this is Susannah, and she’ll help you from here.” He gestured to a smartly dressed young woman standing to the right of the car door with a tablet tucked under her arm and a warm smile.

“Welcome to The Suites, Ms. Brandon.”

McKayla didn’t want to get out of the car.

She was wearing leggings and a comfortable sweater, clothes she knew would be comfortable to fly in. But they were old and there was a small hole in the underarm of the sweater and she’d spilled hummus on the leggings at lunch earlier that day. Nothing about her said she belonged in a place with a lobby four times the size of her entire apartment.

But Enzo was holding out his hand to help her step from the car so she took it tremblingly. Perhaps feeling her nervousness, Enzo gave her hand a small squeeze and spoke softly to her. “Just pretend you do this all the time.”

When she caught his eye he gave her a quick wink and a reassuring smile. She smiled back, grateful for the camaraderie. “Thank you so much, Enzo. I really appreciate all your help.”

He nodded and stepped back from her. “Not at all, Ms. Brandon, my pleasure. Enjoy your stay in Las Vegas.”

“You too.” She said and then caught herself, shaking her head. “I mean…you know what I mean.”

He laughed. “Yes, I do.”

He closed the door as she walked towards Susannah, and headed back around to the driver’s side.

Remembering suddenly, McKayla turned back to him. “Oh, wait. I didn’t tip you.”

She looked for her backpack, finding that it was already sitting on a little cart being wheeled by a very tall, lanky bellboy.

But Enzo just shook his head at her, waving his hand dismissively. “No, no Ms. Brandon, please, don’t worry about it. Mr. Ackles will sign for any tip he feels is fair.”

“Oh.” She said, nodding. “Of course. D’uh. Sorry. Take care.”

Enzo nodded again and ducked back into the limo to drive away. God, she felt like such an idiot. She had no idea how any of this worked and she felt like she was moving around in a very vivid, insane dream.

Susannah was standing by, smiling placidly, and waiting for McKayla to come back towards her. Throwing up a smile as a defense against her own stupidity, McKayla gestured forward. “Okay, lead the way.”

“Of course.” Susannah said.

The concierge (was that what she was?) walked them through the massive lobby, by-passing the check in counter and leading her to a set of 3 elevators.

“These are the elevators to the Skyline, Ambassador, and Presidential Suites. Skyline, where you’re staying, is accessed from this one.” She said as she pressed the button and led McKayla and the still silent bellboy onto a wide elevator that had a pure white, plush settee pushed against the back wall. McKayla wondered briefly how long the elevator ride would take if they provided their guests with seating.

But it was less than a minute before Susannah stepped out into a long hallway. She held her arm against the elevator door as McKayla and the bellboy exited. Susannah passed her a key card. “Enjoy your stay, Ms. Brandon, and please don’t hesitate to call down to the desk if you need anything at all.”

As she turned to get back to get on the elevator, McKayla held out the hand that was holding the keycard.

“Wait,” she swept her hand down the hallway towards the three doors she could see. “Which room is mine?”

Susannah smiled kindly. “Oh, the Skyline Suite occupies this entire level. The other doors are a maintenance room and the door to the stairwell.”

McKayla nodded slowly. “Right.”

Susannah stepped onto the elevator and nodded towards the looming bellboy. “Tim will make sure you get there.”

McKayla waved as the doors closed and then wanted to cut her hand off.

Am I at a fucking kindergarten Christmas concert? Why am I waving?

Tim pulled the small cart forward and she followed behind him to a set of double doors.

“This is your suite.” He said in a slightly squeaky voice. McKayla smiled and put the keycard in the reader, but it just beeped an angry red at her. She frowned and tried again, but it did the same thing.

“You’re putting it in backwards.” Tim said, helpfully.

McKayla sighed as she looked at the card and saw the very clear arrow showing her what end was meant to go in.

“Yep. Of course I am.” She muttered.

Before she could get the card in the right way however, the door opened and Jensen stood in front of her looking like an absolute miraculous mirage in the desert of her day.

“Mickey, you’re here, finally!”

His smile was a bright beam of happiness and she immediately smiled back, warmth rushing through her at the sight of him, and his use of the nickname he’d given her on their second date.

He took a step towards her and reached his hand out like he was going to pull her to him for a kiss, but then he noticed Tim still standing there and awkwardly pulled up short.

They weren’t exactly hiding the fact that they were in a relationship, their friends and families all knew, but they weren’t ready for it to get out into the world yet.

McKayla was definitely not ready. The idea of bearing the scrutiny of people she’d never met, people scrolling her social media for old, terrible photographs, trying to pull her apart, wondering what on earth Jensen could possibly see in this random, chubby barista? It was more than she could imagine at the moment, so they’d agreed to keep things out of the limelight for as long as possible.

Especially, while they were still trying to figure things out themselves.

It had been four months since their first date, and they still hadn’t slept together. McKayla cringed every time she thought about the fact that she was dating the sexiest man on earth, a man she’d lusted after even before she met him, and yet every time he’d initiated things, she froze up on him and she didn’t quite understand why.

She wasn’t afraid of sleeping with him - she was hardly a virgin. She was confident enough in her own sexiness and sexuality that she wasn’t worried she’d disappoint him in bed, (at least she felt that way most days) and she knew beyond a doubt that he wouldn’t disappoint her. Every time he touched her she melted into a puddle and desperately wanted to let him do anything and everything he wanted to do to her, just as long as he kept on touching her.

But inevitably when things turned hot and heavy, she pulled away.

She told herself in the beginning that it was just because she didn’t know him well enough yet. Then after a couple months she convinced herself that they just didn’t spend enough time together for it to feel natural.

But then, he’d come to visit her again, and booked himself into a hotel for a whole weekend, planning to spend every minute with her. And he had. They'd spent every minute cuddling and kissing and…that was it. He'd tried twice that trip to move things to the next stage and both times she'd pulled away.

After verifying that she was for sure interested in him in that way (as though it was possible for someone to not be sexually attracted to Jensen Ackles) Jensen had told her it was completely fine and there was no rush.

But it felt ridiculous to her, she couldn’t explain it in her own mind. As she stared at Jensen now, it made less sense to her than ever. The man was the picture of perfection. He wore a denim-blue button down shirt and a pair of black jeans. The jeans clung to him in a way that made her want to moan out loud, and the width of his broad, muscular shoulders made his shirt pull tight against the seams.

He smiled at Tim and even the stoic bellboy smiled shyly and blushed. Jensen pulled some cash out of his pocket, slipping a twenty into the young man’s hand.

“Thanks Tim, I appreciate you bringing everything up. I got it from here.” He told him, lifting McKayla’s suitcase and backpack off the cart.

Tim nodded and crumpled the twenty in his fist. “Thank you, sir.” He said, then he practically ran back to the elevator with the cart, and disappeared inside.

As the doors closed behind him, Jensen dropped her luggage to the floor so he could cup her cheeks and pull her into him for a kiss. She squeaked her surprise and then melted against him as he pushed his nimble tongue past her lips. He tasted like whiskey and something sweet and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he dropped his hands to her waist and walked her backwards until she was pushed up against the wall of the hallway.

She laughed lightly into the kiss and he moved his mouth down her neck to suck at her pulse point. “Why are we in the hallway?” She asked, breathless. She let her hands span the width of his shoulders, and then slide down to rest on his thick biceps.

Jensen grunted noncommittally and continued to nip and lick her skin. She thumped her head back against the wall and sighed. He finally pulled back from her a bit, and looked her in the eye. A warm smile spread across his face and he dropped his forehead to hers.

“Hi.” He said softly.

“Hi back.”

He brushed his lips against hers. “God, I missed you.” He pouted slightly and McKayla thought it should be illegal for a grown man to be that adorable. “Three weeks is too long to go without seeing you.”

She smiled indulgently. “It was two and a half weeks. And we didn’t have another option. You can’t leave New Mexico during the week, and I absolutely had to work the last two weekends because my boss is pissed that I keep taking them off.”

He continued to pout at her, and McKayla nodded. “But, yeah, it was too long.”

She reached up into his long, softly tousled hair and tangled her fingers up in it, pulling his lips back to hers. He moaned softly as she tugged and the sound went straight to her core. He delved his tongue deep into her mouth again, kissing her passionately and pulling all the air out of her lungs.

Only when neither of them had any breath left did he let the kiss go. They sipped at each other’s lips for a minute more before Jensen stood up and dropped his hands from McKayla’s waist and, moving back to the door to the room, picked up her bags again.

He smiled brightly at her as they walked into the suite. “Isn’t this place nice?”

McKayla was thunderstruck; “nice” didn’t seem to cover it. Jensen walked away, presumably to put her luggage in the bedroom, and all McKayla could do was stand in gapping awe at her surroundings.

The suite was easily four times as big as her apartment. Every surface, from the countertops in the massive kitchen to the floors throughout the space, were made of a cool, sleek, expensive cut of marble. The walls were covered in art that probably cost more than her yearly salary, and the couches, chairs, tables and lighting fixtures had clearly all been chosen by an expert hand to perfectly compliment each other. The fabrics were rich and warm, and looked like they were just waiting for her to spill a glass of wine on them.

One whole wall of the suite was made up of windows that looked out across the vast Vegas skyline that was set beautifully against the backdrop of the sun setting behind the mountains. And off in the corner was a spiral staircase leading to…

“There’s a second floor!” McKayla practically shouted as Jensen re-entered the room.

He smiled and walked up behind her to wrap his arms around her chest and pull her back against him. “Yeah, it leads up to a really nice exercise room, and a beautiful balcony. There’s an infinity pool up there too. Great for swimming at night, I hear.”

He dropped his head lower so he was looking out at the view from her vantage point. “Gorgeous, huh?”

She nodded, stunned speechless. He kissed her temple quickly and then pulled her down the wide hallway to the bedroom at the back of the suite. The room boasted a massive king sized bed, huge his-and-her closets, a modern looking desk with a chair that looked remarkably uncomfortable but was probably some kind of ergonomic design.

Jensen went to the drawers in the room that were built into the wall and pulled out a white box from the big bottom one. He brought it to the bed and set it down, smiling at her broadly.

“I got you something.”

McKayla shook her head; to say she was overwhelmed was an understatement. She felt like her mind was floating away somewhere and the feeling she’d had since she arrived - the feeling that something was going to pop at some point and she’d suddenly be awake, leaving all this behind in a dream - that feeling just kept increasing.

“Why?” She said about the gift.

Jensen chuckled. “Cause I wanted to.” He nodded and moved his hand back and forth as though acknowledging something. “Well, and also because I made reservations at this cool new restaurant that just opened, pretty hard to get a spot apparently, and I figured you probably hadn’t packed anything fancy if you were just planning on a weekend in a hotel and casinos, and a Con on Sunday.”

He gestured to the box. “Open it.”

She moved forward and pulled the top off. Inside was an absolutely stunning, burgundy cocktail dress. McKayla pulled the garment out of the box and listened to the soft swish of the chiffon material as it unfurled to reveal a flattering A-line cut, sleeveless, with delicate white bows at the base of each wide strap. Small white beads were woven modestly along the hem to give it weight and sparkle.

It was positively the most beautiful article of clothing McKayla had ever held in her hands and she couldn’t imagine how much something like that would cost. She laid it out on the white duvet cover and stepped away from it, sure she was going to get something on it from her grubby clothes.

Jensen was staring at her waiting for a response, and when she just mouthed soundlessly, he laughed a bit nervously. “What do you think?”

McKayla shook her head. “It’s, wow, Jensen it’s gorgeous.”

He cleared his throat. “Okay, but…?”

She shook her head again. “No, really this was…so thoughtful of you, and…” A thought occurred to her. “How did you know my size?”

He shrugged. “I just showed the woman at the store a picture of you. She figured it out.” He smiled at her, and his excitement seemed slightly defused. “If it doesn’t fit or something, we can just return it.”

McKayla felt terrible for dampening his enthusiasm and shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. “No, it looks like it will fit perfectly. Thank you, this was so wonderful. I definitely didn’t pack anything as stunning as this.”

His eyes were sparkling emerald again as she kissed his cheek and he gestured back towards the drawers. “There are shoes to match. Size 9?” He asked with a grin.

She smiled back. “8 ½ but close enough.”

He dipped his head to kiss her quickly as his phone buzzed. “Okay, I’m running out for about an hour to talk to Rob about the concert tomorrow.”

McKayla clapped her hands. “Are you singing?”

He winked. “Possibly. I’m gonna see what the band thinks, what their set list looks like. Our reservations are for nine, so I’ll leave you to get ready and I’ll be back soon.”

She nodded and he kissed her again, calling out his farewell as he dashed out of the bedroom. She heard the door close behind him and stood, unmoving, in the huge, silent space for almost ten minutes, just trying to let everything settle into place in her mind.

When Jensen had suggested she come to the Vegas Con and stay with him for the weekend, he’d told her he’d pay her airfare and for the hotel. McKayla had balked and told him that was too much to ask of him, but he’d insisted and she missed him so much that she didn’t put up much of a fight.

But a first class ticket and this palatial suite was not what she’d been expecting from a Con weekend in Vegas. Nevermind a dress that looked like it cost thousands, shoes that were likely another grand at least, and dinner at a trendy restaurant.

“I am so far from trendy.” McKayla whispered out loud to the empty room.

In the end though, she realized she was wasting all her prep time and she definitely needed every second of it. So, she moved off towards the gigantic marble tiled bathroom to get started.

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Events 3.4 (after 1900)

1901 – McKinley inaugurated president for second time; Theodore Roosevelt is vice president. 1908 – The Collinwood school fire, Collinwood near Cleveland, Ohio, kills 174 people. 1909 – U.S. President William Taft used what became known as a Saxbe fix, a mechanism to avoid the restriction of the U.S. Constitution's Ineligibility Clause, to appoint Philander C. Knox as U.S. Secretary of State. 1913 – First Balkan War: The Greek army engages the Turks at Bizani, resulting in victory two days later. 1913 – The United States Department of Labor is formed. 1917 – Jeannette Rankin of Montana becomes the first female member of the United States House of Representatives. 1933 – Franklin D. Roosevelt becomes the 32nd President of the United States. He was the last president to be inaugurated on March 4. 1933 – Frances Perkins becomes United States Secretary of Labor, the first female member of the United States Cabinet. 1933 – The Parliament of Austria is suspended because of a quibble over procedure – Chancellor Engelbert Dollfuss initiates an authoritarian rule by decree. 1941 – World War II: The United Kingdom launches Operation Claymore on the Lofoten Islands; the first large scale British Commando raid. 1943 – World War II: The Battle of the Bismarck Sea in the south-west Pacific comes to an end. 1943 – World War II: The Battle of Fardykambos, one of the first major battles between the Greek Resistance and the occupying Royal Italian Army, begins. It ends on 6 March with the surrender of an entire Italian battalion and the liberation of the town of Grevena. 1944 – World War II: After the success of Big Week, the USAAF begins a daylight bombing campaign of Berlin. 1946 – Field Marshal C. G. E. Mannerheim, the 6th president of Finland, resigns from his position for health reasons. 1955 – An order to protect the endangered Saimaa ringed seal (Pusa hispida saimensis) is legalized. 1957 – The S&P 500 stock market index is introduced, replacing the S&P 90. 1960 – The French freighter La Coubre explodes in Havana, Cuba, killing 100. 1962 – A Caledonian Airways Douglas DC-7 crashes shortly after takeoff from Cameroon, killing 111 – the worst crash of a DC-7. 1966 – A Canadian Pacific Air Lines DC-8-43 explodes on landing at Tokyo International Airport, killing 64 people. 1966 – In an interview in the London Evening Standard, The Beatles' John Lennon declares that the band is "more popular than Jesus now". 1970 – French submarine Eurydice explodes underwater, resulting in the loss of the entire 57-man crew. 1976 – The Northern Ireland Constitutional Convention is formally dissolved in Northern Ireland resulting in direct rule of Northern Ireland from London by the British parliament. 1977 – The 1977 Vrancea earthquake in eastern and southern Europe kills more than 1,500, mostly in Bucharest, Romania. 1980 – Nationalist leader Robert Mugabe wins a sweeping election victory to become Zimbabwe's first black prime minister. 1985 – The Food and Drug Administration approves a blood test for HIV infection, used since then for screening all blood donations in the United States. 1986 – The Soviet Vega 1 begins returning images of Halley's Comet and the first images of its nucleus. 1990 – American basketball player Hank Gathers dies after collapsing during the semifinals of a West Coast Conference tournament game. 1990 – Lennox Sebe, President for life of the South African Bantustan of Ciskei, is ousted from power in a bloodless military coup led by Brigadier Oupa Gqozo. 1994 – Space Shuttle program: the Space Shuttle Columbia is launched on STS-62. 1996 – A derailed train in Weyauwega, Wisconsin (USA) causes the emergency evacuation of 2,300 people for 16 days. 1998 – Gay rights: Oncale v. Sundowner Offshore Services, Inc.: The Supreme Court of the United States rules that federal laws banning on-the-job sexual harassment also apply when both parties are the same sex. 2001 – BBC bombing: A massive car bomb explodes in front of the BBC Television Centre in London, seriously injuring one person; the attack was attributed to the Real IRA.

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ABOUT ME

First name: Michelle

Nickname: Subikid… Where did It come from? I have owned 5 Subaru cars in my life (I love Subarus). Love to drive and I love everything about cars. One day, I saw on a Subaru Facebook group, someone who had this license plate and decided to get the same for my car… It’s now my nickname at work and to everyone who knows me ahah! Zodiac Sign: I was born on August 31st, so I’m a Virgo Birthplace: Quebec, Canada  Height: 5’3” What are you doing for a living: Remember when I said that I love Subarus? Well my dream job was to either become a parts advisor or service advisor for The Subaru Dealership here in my town, and this since 2013… My dad passed away on November 1st, 2020 and I decided to go back to school to get a diploma in Parts/Service Advisor. Alas when I got my Diploma, Subaru didn’t have a job for me and I was quite sad, I knew everyone working there and I wanted to be part of that Subaru Dealership. Hyundai Hired on March 2022 me and I quickly learned the job as a Service Advisor, and I really did enjoy it (For 11 months I did own An Elantra N Line)  In August 2023, Subaru was looking for a Service Advisor and even though the men and women at Hyundai were super cool, I wanted to be part of the Subaru Team. I called Max (The Service Manager) and ask him if could meet him and the new boss and an hour later, I was shaking hands with the new boss! I left Hyundai on September 21st and on September 22nd, I was already at Subaru! Where you would go if you could travel anywhere right now:  I’d go back to Las Vegas. I lived there for a year (well, almost) and I really did love it! I’m glad to be back in my hometown though, but I miss Vegas. I miss the Desert and its Landscape… And The Dry Heat ahha! The things you’re allergic to: Hmm I’m allergic to nothing, but I can’t eat Pineapple. My stomach burns like hell after this!! Your favorite type of food: I really enjoy Pasta, Seafood, and Tacos!

Favorite Sports: As a Kid I grew up Playing Hockey, hey, I’m Canadian after all🤣, Skateboarding and Snowboarding were my favorite sport from 1996 to 2022, I had to stop though, thanks to my right knee that love to dislocate from its groove (after 10 patella luxations, I had to say goodbye to snowboarding, and plus the luxations didn’t even occur while snowboarding… Not cool!) I love working out, Cycling and Swimming.

Tattoos and Piercings?: My right arm is covered in Tattoos (We could say a Sleeve, right?) One tattoo on my left arm, and 3 others on the back and 2 on the neck. I got ears piercings like most human beings on earth ahah!  Your go-to cocktail order:  I love a good Rhum & Coke. I actually enjoy getting a new Rhum bottle each time I’m out of rhum, so I can taste and discover a new Rhum each time! The last song you played on Spotify:  Blue on Black - Kenny Wayne Shepherd To be honest, I enjoy a lot of music styles… From the 80’s, 90’s, Electronic music (Above & Beyond, Armin Van Buuren and many others), Alternative rock, Pop, and Country. I don’t really like Rap though 😐 Your guilty pleasure TV show:  I love everything about Cars mechanic shows where they’re revamping cars haha! If not, my favorite shows are “Breaking Bad”, “Better Call Saul”, “Timeless”, “The OA”, “Chernobyl”, “True Blood”, “Six Feet Under” and “The Sopranos”

Favorite Actors and Actresses: Goran Višnjić, Willem Dafoe, Stellan Skarsgård, Alexander Skarsgård, Keanu Reeves, Dennis Hopper, Mark Rufallo, Eric Bana and John Cusack // Charlize Theron, Saoirse Ronan, Reese Witherspoon, Anna Paquin, and Shailene Woodley.

The languages that you’re fluent in: I was born in Quebec, so my first Language is French. I Started learning English when I was 7 years old. My mother grew up in Toronto and she had many books in English and I simply loved the language, and I wanted to learn it as fast as I could! English is my second language, and I use it a lot for my job as most terms used on work orders are in English, and so are the car parts! I know a bit of Spanish, but never really got the interest in learning it. A strange talent that you have: Quite Frankly I don’t know haha! Let me think about it   The names of your pets: I only have one pet and it’s a Sphynx Male cat named Igor. The best place you’ve ever been to: Phi Phi Islands in Thailand. It was Epic! Would do it again! Especially since I love traveling and flying! What you wanted to be when you grew up: After seeing “Twister” on VHS in 1997, I wanted to become a Storm Chaser. I always did love observing Severe Weather. I was the kid on a BMX bike riding outside when the sky was growling!! I once got caught in a Thunderstorm and saw a bolt of lightning striking a power line near me, needless to say that I screamed at the tops of my lungs hahah! What would you pick if you won a sweepstake that gave you a lifetime supply of anything you wanted? Free food hahaha! Your favorite memory from your childhood. I think it’s the fact that I grew up with the same childhood friends for over 12 years. We were together everyday and without them, my childhood wouldn’t be the same. I still talk to one of my childhood friend everyday 🙂 What you were known for in high school. Hahaha! I used to love Wrestling (Especially The Undertaker) During my teenage years. I was also a tomboy and loved doing sports with the guys at school. So I was known for that I’d say. The career you almost ended up pursuing.  I wanted to become an English Teacher… But It never happened. I did enjoy doing Theater as well, I did a lot in High School and I miss that a lot! I’m also an aircrafts enthusiast, and I would've loved to work in an Airport or a job related to the Aircraft industry. If there’s a plane passing by, you can bet I will look up at the sky! ✈ Your biggest fear. Spiders and Pool Drains hahah! If I go to a pool I’ve never been to, I will check first where the drains are located. That’s my weird side 😛 The celebrity you’d most want to meet. That one is easy, right? Ahha! I’d like to meet Goran Višnjić, have lunch with him, hear him talking about his career and have a selfie with him haha! Of course, I really doubt it will happen, unless he comes to Quebec for a theater play or a movie 😛

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Quelle place à la surveillance de masse dans le monde de l’art ?   

La surveillance de masse des états est un sujet très représenté dans les œuvres d’art d'autant plus depuis que la Chine a mis en place son système de surveillance de masse et de notation de sa population ainsi que la surreprésentation de ce phénomène dans les séries de science-fiction. C'est donc tout naturellement que les artistes ont choisi ce sujet pour leurs œuvres pour dénoncer des actions immorales. 

L'artiste londonien Gilles Walker en a fait le sujet d'une de ces œuvres “robots sexy” pour dénoncer la surveillance de masse instaurée à Londres via l'installation de caméras dans les rues il y a une dizaine d’années. Cette œuvre se présente sous la forme de robot danseuse avec des caméras de survenance a la place de la tête elles ont été exposer au CES 2018 à las Vegas (la plus grande convention sur les innovations technologiques). Puis elle, on fait leur apparition à Nantes en France le 29/08/2019. Cette œuvre est très particulière, car elle a tendance à mettre mal à l'aise au premier abord. Cette sensation est celle qui est recherchée par l'artiste qui va dénoncer le voyeurisme constant Vécu à Londres ainsi que les décisions prises pour le bien commun. Cela pose un gros problème au niveau de la sécurité et des fuites de ces images sur les réseaux sociaux. 

Photo prise par Stéphane MAHE à Nantes le 29/08/2019  

Dans le même registre, nous avons “nids de caméras” qui est un projet créé par l'artiste Jakub Geltner en 2011, qui est tchécoslovaque ces œuvres consistent à mettre plusieurs caméras de surveillance au même endroit. Pour montrer là sur la présence des caméras dans le paysage et la surveillance de masse subit. On en a de plusieurs styles, l'un des plus connus s'appelle “NEST” Nids en français. Elle porte ce nom, car de loin, nous pouvons confondre cette œuvre par des oiseaux qui se sont perchés sur des rochers. Mais en regardant de plus près, nous voyons que ce sont des caméras de surveillance.

Photo prise par jakub Geltner  

Nous avons une deuxième œuvre de sa part. Qui est sensiblement la même à une différence à la place d'avoir des caméras, nous avons des antennes sur un bâtiment pour représenter la sur écoute de sa population dans son pays.  

Photo prise par jakub Geltner  

Je vous conseille d'aller sur son site pour voir toutes ces œuvres car je vous en ai présenté que deux mais il a plus d'une trentaine d'œuvres à son actif qui sont tous très intéressantes. 

La dénonciation de la surveillance de masse n'est pas présente que dans l'univers de l'art plastique, mais aussi dans l'univers télévisuel. Avec de nombreuses séries et de nombreux films qui en ont fait leur sujet principal. 

 Dans le lot on peut citer Black Mirror qui a un épisode spécialement consacre à ce sujet on n'y voit pas un monde spatialement surveiller mais une dystopie ou l’on note tout le monde cette note est tellement importent qu'elle influence la vie et les relations des gens avec leur entourage dans leur travail comme dans un café. Cet épisode nous rappelle la notation mise en place en Chine allant même jusqu'à afficher le visage des personnes sur les panneaux dans la rue et à leur enlever des services publics comme la priorité sur la recherche d'un appartement. 

Image de la série Black Mirror 

Pour conclure, nous pouvons voir que la surveillance de masse a un impact très puissant sur le monde de l'art, car elle inspire beaucoup d'artistes à dénoncer les dérives et les injustices que peut subir la population. Les possibilités de création sont infinies car ce sujet peut être représenté sur n'importe quelle plateforme artistique possible. Et nous pouvons voir que depuis quelques années et depuis que les artistes ont repris ce sujet on a un changement dans les mentalités des gens qui n'acceptent plus cette situation de surveillance constante. 

GUL Enzo 

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Las Vegas is one of the top tourist destinations in the world, drawing over 40 million visitors per year. With its world-class hotels, casinos, restaurants, and entertainment, the city offers endless things to see and do. But to fully experience all that Las Vegas has to offer, having your own set of wheels is a must. Renting a car opens up possibilities to easily explore landmarks on the Strip, take day trips to natural wonders like the Grand Canyon or Death Valley, or discover hidden gems off the beaten path. This comprehensive guide will provide everything you need to know to rent a car in Las Vegas and make the most of your visit. Choosing the Right Las Vegas Rental Car Company With Las Vegas being such a major tourist destination, you'll find branches of all the major car rental companies either at McCarran International Airport or dotted along the Strip. Which one you choose can depend on your budget, what kind of vehicle you need, as well as brand loyalty programs. Comparing National Car Rental Brands BrandOverviewAlamoPopular for unlimited mileage policies on rentals. Good for road trips outside the city.AvisLong-established company with branches at the airport and major hotels.BudgetOne of the more affordable national brands, but with more mileage restrictions.DollarSimilar to Budget, focuses on low base rates but with add-on fees.EnterpriseMajor brand with a large selection of vehicle types and pick-up locations.HertzThe largest rental car company in the world, with well-maintained vehicles.NationalLuxury sister-brand of Alamo, with high-end vehicles available.ThriftyDiscount brand that offers some of the lowest rates but very limited mileage. When comparing the major national brands, be sure to factor in any membership programs you may be a part of that offer perks or discounts. For example, AAA members can save up to 20% with certain companies. Local Las Vegas Agencies Beyond the big national chains, there are also some local Las Vegas rental car companies to consider: Black Jack Rent a Car - Independently owned agency with low rates and free airport shuttle service. City Car Rental - Local brand with cheap deals, mostly compact and economy vehicles. Las Vegas Car Rentals - Family owned agency with new model vehicles and unlimited mileage. Sixt - European rental car company recently expanded to the Las Vegas market. The smaller local companies can sometimes undercut the major brands on pricing, though their fleets may be more limited. They are worth comparing for possible savings. Rental Car Comparison Sites To simplify the process of finding the best deals across various rental companies, you can use an aggregation website that lets you compare rates in one place: Kayak Priceline RentalCars.com RentalCarMomma Be sure to compare the results across a few different comparison sites, as the best price can vary between them. Also double check exclusions or blackout dates directly on the rental company site. Getting the Best Las Vegas Car Rental Deals Renting a car in a major tourist destination like Las Vegas does not have to be expensive, especially if you use these tips to get the best rate: Book Early/Reserve in Advance Avoid Renting at the Airport Look for Coupons and Discounts Consider a Weekly/Monthly Rental Avoid Unnecessary Extras Use Membership Discounts Compare Taxes and Fees Vehicle Types and Features Carefully consider what size and type of rental vehicle will work best for your Las Vegas travel itinerary. Here are some common options: Economy or Compact Cars Midsize/Intermediate Cars Full Size/Standard Cars Luxury/Premium Sedans 7-8 Passenger Vans SUVs Convertibles Specialty Vehicles When booking, only opt for a larger vehicle than you need if you specifically want the extra space or SUV/van capabilities. Over-sizing for just 1 or 2 people will mean wasting more

on gas and parking. Navigating Las Vegas with your Rental Car Driving in Las Vegas can be a bit bewildering with its massive scale, heavy traffic, and maze of mega-casino parking garages. Here are some pointers for getting around: Use GPS Navigation Study Casino/Hotel Maps Allow Extra Time Use Rideshares Selectively Park Farther Away Consider Valet Parking Helpful Add-Ons to Consider Basic rental cars will include minimum requirements like liability insurance and state-mandated features. But Las Vegas has some unique driving conditions and risks where extra addons can be wise: Collision/Damage Waivers Theft Protection Supplemental Liability Roadside Assistance GPS Navigation Evaluate your personal risk tolerance and safety net to decide which extra protections are worthwhile, if any. Just avoid duplicate coverage between personal and rental policies. Picking Up and Returning Your Vehicle The rental car process should go smoothly as long as you follow some best practices around pick-up and drop-off: Have Your Paperwork Ready Inspect at Pick-Up Check Fuel Level Load Your Luggage Ask About Tolls Allow Extra Return Time Refill Gas If Needed FAQs Here are quick answers to some frequently asked questions about getting a rental car for your Las Vegas vacation: How old do I need to be to rent a car in Las Vegas? Most major companies require renters to be at least 21 years old, and charge added fees for drivers under 25. Some local agencies allow younger drivers but for an added daily surcharge. Is a credit card required to rent a car? Yes, companies require a valid credit card (not debit) in your name to process the rental transaction. Prepaid debit cards generally aren't accepted either. Can I use rideshares like Uber/Lyft instead of a rental car? While rideshares are plentiful, a rental allows more freedom and reliability getting around at your own schedule. Surge pricing can also make rideshares expensive for frequent use. Are taxes and fees included in rental rates? Usually not - expect to pay about 30% extra on top of the base rate for things like airport fees, city taxes, liability insurance, etc. Read the fine print. Is it better to book Las Vegas car rentals in advance? Absolutely - last minute walk-up rates will almost always be far more expensive. Reserve 1-2 months early for the best selection and pricing. Driving Outside Las Vegas A rental car opens up easy side trip options to nearby attractions like National Parks and unique desert landscapes. Just keep these driving tips in mind: Avoid Dirt Roads Beware Heat Stroke Risks Watch for Wildlife Seek Shade for Parking Check Your Cell Service By taking basic safety and preparation steps for out-of-town driving, you can comfortably use your Las Vegas rental for exciting side trips and day excursions. #Wiack #Car #CarInsurance #CarRental #CarPrice #AutoLoans