#Brad pitt pill

[veronicaphoenix]

zutto — chapter five | wc: 6.5k | series masterpost | prev. chapter

chapter summary: as night settles in and the rain pours on, Lia finally says the three magic words

tags and trigger warnings: fluff, fluff, more fluff, noah making jokes about cucumbers, noah being jealous of brad pitt, mentions of noah's nightmares and references to everything that's happened until now, specifically lia's drinking habits, sexual content including dry humping, oral sex (male rec.), swallowing, one mention of choking, mentions of birth control pills, and p in v (unprotected).

general trigger warnings: this work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction, abuse, & violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

💫 @bluestdai precious fanart of noah and lia in this chapter

The storm was still pounding hard on the apartment windows by the time Noah came out of the shower.

            In fact, it seemed to have gotten worse. Noah didn’t remember seeing on the news that such a downpour was going to hit, but at the same time, it’s not like he’d been paying much attention to the weather either when all he’d been focused on was Lia. 

            And Lia continued to be the center of his attention as he shamelessly walked out of the bathroom naked and into the bedroom.

            He could hear her in the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards as she decided what to make for dinner. They could have ordered something, but they’d already used that option several times since returning to Los Angeles. Besides, with the weather outside, it didn’t seem wise to bother the delivery people. 

            His eyes fell on Lia’s bra, still lying forgotten on the floor beside the bed. Smiling to himself, Noah picked it up and placed it on the dresser where he’d had Lia sitting a while before, as he kissed her and she squeezed her legs around it. He remembered how she had kissed him, her legs wrapped around him. After pampering and cleaning her in bed, Lia had put on one of his T-shirts, slipped back into her panties, and donned some socks. Noah had then gone to take a shower. 

            Nearby, he spotted the empty condom packet and tossed it into the small wastebasket in the corner. He dressed in a white T-shirt and joggers before crossing the hallway to the kitchen. As he approached, Lia looked up, her expression lighting up. 

            “Hi,” Noah said, leaning against the counter that separated the kitchen from the dining area. 

    ��       Lia had trouble looking away, admiring how handsome he looked with his damp hair and fresh scent. She had pulled her hair into a messy bun, but her flushed cheeks and the mix of sweetness and mischief in her eyes reminded Noah of a little girl who had just been kissed by the boy he liked. Unable to resist, he leaned toward her, resting his forearms on the marble countertop. He lifted her chin with two fingers and kissed her. 

            The kiss was brief but left a lingering warmth. When Lia pulled away, the sensation of Noah’s lips and fingers remained with her. Noah watched as she licked her lips, contemplating whether to take her back to the room or let her eat something first. 

            “You don’t taste like rain anymore,” Lia said, interrupting his thoughts. 

            “Ah, no? What do I taste like?”

            “Like Noah.”

            His smile broadened. 

            He moved around the counter to stand beside her, trying to keep the lingering euphoria in check as he scanned her bare legs. Picking up a piece of carrot Lia had been chopping, he playfully asked, “And now? Carrot?” 

            Lia’s laughter filled the kitchen as he kissed her again. Her joy warmed his heart.  

            “Can you grab the cucumber from the fridge?” Lia requested.

            “Sure thing,” Noah replied, retrieving the cucumber. “I didn’t realize it was that big when we bought it,” he teased, pretending to examine the vegetable closely.

            Lia rolled her eyes with a chuckle, her cheeks warming as she took the cucumber from him. 

            “What are you making?” Noah asked, glancing at the pot of boiling water on the stove.

            “Rice,” Lia replied. “I don’t want to upset my stomach. Is rice with chicken okay for dinner?”

            “Yes, that’s fine. Are you having a stomachache?” Noah’s concern was evident in the way he narrowed his eyes at her. 

            “No, just being cautious.”

            “Hm. And what’s that smell?” he inquired, scrunching his nose in curiosity as he looked back towards the stove. 

            “I added cumin seeds. They’re good for digestion.” 

            “Smells good.”

            "Uh-huh.”

            “I’m sure Davis’ used those before.”

            “Likely. Could you hand me the nuts from the cupboard behind you?”

            “Of course.” Before doing so, Noah leaned over and gave her a resounding kiss on the top of her head. Lia’s face flushed with a mix of surprise and delight as she began to cut into the cucumber. Although she was accostumed to his affection, she was aware that after that day, the line she had been so afraid to cross was now behind them. She would have to adjust to these new habits: Noah stroking her hair while she drew, her rubbing his leg under the table in public, sharing mischievous glances in crowded rooms, and exchanging kisses during mundane moments around the house. 

            A surge of happiness washed over her. As she continued with her task, she clung to that happiness, promising herself she would never let it go. 

            Together, they finished preparing dinner and ate with the rain and thunder as their backdrop. They chatted about the weather and other trivial matters. As expected, Lia brought up work and mentioned the trip to Japan. Noah steered the conversation away from becoming an argument by promising they would discuss it the next day, but not that night. 

            After dinner, Noah offered to do the dishes. Lia cleared the table and, once done, moved towards the bathroom for a quick visit before settling on the couch to watch a movie and fall asleep in Noah’s arms. However, as she took two steps out of the kitchen, she felt a tug on her shirt. Turning around, she saw that Noah had grabbed the stitching of her shirt and wasn’t letting go. 

            “What?” Lia asked. 

            Noah raised his eyebrows and said, “Give me a kiss.”

            The intensity of his gaze had grown since they’d made love, and the fluttering butterflies in his stomach had quickened. Lia’s confusing faded, replaced by a warm smile that spread across her face, turning her uncertainty into joy. 

            “Okay,” she replied, stepping closer and tilting her head up to meet Noah’s lips. He placed a gentle hand on her waist while his other hand held a plate. 

            “Get used to this,” Noah told her after pulling away. “I’m not letting you go anywhere without a kiss first, got it?”

            If Lia’s smile could have gotten any bigger, it would have. 

            “Understood.”

            Seeing her cheeks flush, Noah continued, “Gotta make up for all the ones we’ve missed.”

            Lia frowned in mock concern and replied in a low voice, “That’s going to be… a lot of them.”

            “Then we’d better start making up for them,” he concluded, dropping the dish he’d been washing. With suds-covered hands, he pulled Lia’s cheeks towards him and kissed her again. Lia’s giggles vibrated against Noah’s lips, and he felt the water from his wet hand slide down her cheek. 

            When they broke apart, Noah reveled in the fact that he was the one who could make Lia, whom he’d known all his life, so flushed.

            He pretended to focus on washing the dishes, saying to Lia, “I think you’ve got some suds on your face,” while gesturing to his own cheek. He let Lia turn away and lose herself in the hallway.  

            She was so consumed by love that after disappearing in the hallway she had to stop for a moment and steady herself against the wall.

            When she emerged from the bathroom five minutes later, the aroma of popcorn filled the house. Lia found Noah sprawled on the couch, legs outstretched, feet resting on a cushion on the coffee table. The TV displayed the Netflix home screen. 

            “I’ve made popcorn,” Noah announced, pointing to the bowl next to him. 

            “I can see that,” Lia replied, walking over and taking a seat beside him. 

            She couldn’t recall the last time Noah had seemed so relaxed. Even during the days they’d spent in her apartment, sheltered from the outside world, the tension had been palpable in his behavior. Despite their attempts to relax with movies, books, and tending to Lia’s flowers, Noah’s posture always hinted at worry, his attention frequently elsewhere. 

            As Lia settled next to him, she didn’t realize that that night, their focus would shift away from the movie and onto something much more comforting than the concerns that had weighed on them recently. 

            “Do you have any preference?” Lia asked, referring to the movie. 

            Noah shook his head. “Anything, but don’t make it sad.” 

            Lia leered at him a conflicted half-smile. She reached for the remote on the coffee table and perched on the edge of the couch as she navigated through Netflix. 

            Behind her, Noah’s eyes fell on her hair. She still wore it in a bun, exposing her neck, but a few strands had come loose. As his eyes traced down her back, almost smiling at how oversized his T-shirt looked on her, Noah couldn’t help but reach out and gently stroke one of the loose strands of hair.              

            Lia took a deep breath, struggling not to melt under his touch. She feared becoming like a lovesick teenager, but she let Noah touch her hair. As she pretended to be engrossed in choosing a film, Noah’s fingers continued to graze the stray strands of her hair before moving to trace gentle lines down her back over the fabric of his T-shirt. 

            “Are you feeling better?” Noah’s voice cut through the hushed tranquility of the apartment, his concern soft but clear amidst the rain against the windows. 

            Lia nodded, turning her head slightly to meet his gaze when she felt his fingers stop the patterns they’ve been tracing at her back. “I have a slight headache, but I can barely feel it,” she said, her voice carrying a trace of weariness but also relief. 

            Noah’s brow furrowed as his fingers resumed their soothing trail along her back. “Aren’t you tired? The withdrawal episode was pretty rough. And after that, we were cooped up in the room for a while.”

            Lia shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I might fall asleep ten minutes into the movie,” she admitted. “But I’m not sleepy—at least not yet—, which is strange.” 

            “We can go straight to bed if you need,” Noah suggested. 

            “No,” Lia replied, her hand reaching into the bowl of popcorn. “I feel like being here.” She popped a handful into her mouth, then glanced at him. “Should I bring something to drink?”

            “No, stay here,” he said, his tone dismissive.

            As Lia hit play and leaned back on the couch, the ambient light from the screen flickered softly around them, creating a warm glow. Noah wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her snugly against him. Lia curled up beside him, her legs folded beneath her, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. 

            “You don’t think about drinking at all?” Noah’s voice was barely a whisper, a low murmur that seemed to blend with the gentle patter of rain. 

            Lia sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping slightly. Her eyes were fixed on the tv screen, where the familiar Tristar Pictures logo began to dissolve into the opening scenes. “I know it sounds hard to believe, but ever since I woke up in the hospital, every time I think about alcohol, I feel a wave of disgust. It’s not that I haven’t thoguht about dirnking—I have. I just wouldn’t do it now, but I’m worried. I’m scared that once all this calms down… I’m afraid this will be temporary. And if that needs come back along with the withdrawal symptoms…”

            “Whether it’s temporary or not, we’ll deal with it together,” Noah reassured her. “No matter what.”

            Lia lifted her chin and gave him a tender, grateful smile. “I know.”

            Noah kissed her forehead before sinking deeper into the couch, adjusting his position to make her as comfortable as possible. “What movie did you choose?”

            “Legends of the Fall.”

            Noah raised an eyebrow in mock exasperation. “Brad Pitt again?” 

            “What do you mean, again? I can’t even remember the last time I saw a movie with Brad Pitt in it,” Lia retorted, a playful edge in her voice. 

            Noah made a grand, exaggerated gesture of annoyance, raising his eyes theatrically to the ceiling. Lia pulled away slightly and scowled at him, unable to supress a giggle. 

            “Are you jealous, is that it?” 

            “Me? Jealous of Brad Pitt? He’d probably enjoy that.”

            Lia laughed, and Noah, seizing the opportunity, slid his arm down to her waist and attempted to tickle her. Lia squirmed and laughed louder, gasping as she tried to get his hands off of her. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop.”

            After that, they settled into a placid time, the movie playing softly as the rain outside continued to fall, its rhythmic drumming blending with the flicker of the screen and making Noah and Lia’s effortless intimacy even sweeter. 

            Lia felt the rise and fall of Noah’s chest beneath her cheek, her hand resting on his thigh. Noah felt content; lost in the serene bliss of having Lia so close. He’d spent months —years, possibly— longing and dreaming of moments like this. The sight of her next to him, the ease with which they fit together, the memories of being inside of her and seeing his love reflected in her eyes, was a treasure he knew he would never take for granted. 

            Contrary to her earlier predictions, Lia remained awake as the film progressed. Her gaze drifted from the screen to her hand resting on Noah’s thigh. A subtle movement of her fingers, a gentle caress against the fabric of his sweatpants, distracted her. She wasn’t sure if she was more absorbed in the finger-dance she herself started or in the knowledge that she had her hand very close to Noah’s crotch.   

            As her thoughts drifted, she remembered the pleasure Noah had given her in bed, how it had allowed her to focus solely on the rhythm of their bodies moving together. It had been a welcome distraction from the pain she’d felt before, when her body had longed for a pill that would have done nothing to help. 

            But their lovemaking hadn’t been a mere temporary fix. It had been an act that solidified what had always existed between them and promised to be repeated in the future. 

            So, Lia found herself completely disengaged from the movie. Her hands, almost at their own accord, crawled towards Noah’s crotch. The moment she rested her hand on top of it, she felt his cock twitch beneath her fingers. 

            Noah, who had been making an effort to keep his attention on the film and resist the temptation of Lia’s touch, was interrupted when she touched him there. He looked at her, her large brown eyes brimming with a magical allure that always made his heart flutter. When Lia’s fingers moved to encircle the rapidly growing bulge in his sweats, Noah abandoned the movie entirely.  

            He set the popcorn bowl aside and pulled Lia onto his lap, her legs straddling him as her hands grasped his cheeks to draw him closer. Their lips met in a desperate kiss, as if the calm of the room had been merely a prelude to the passion that would consume them not long after right there. 

            Their breaths quickened with each brush of their lips, the playful dance of their tongues, and the fervent grip of their hands on each other’s bodies. Lia arched her body against Noah’s, pressing her chest into his. Her fingers glided down the back of his neck before returning to his face. She yearned to touch him everywhere, to feel every inch of his skin. Despite Noah’s hands holding her—one on her waist and the other one cradling her head, pressing her against him—Lia showed no intention of letting go. She tightened her grip behind his head, using the press of her mouth against his to convey that she didn’t want to be even an inch away.

            For a fleeting moment, as she heard a moan escape Noah’s lips, Lia opened her eyes. It was a brief second, but it was enough to send an electric thrill through her body. Seein Noah’s closed eyes and feeling his deep, passionate intentions toward her intensified her desire for him. 

            She relaxed in his arms, rubbing against him. A couple of hours earlier, she might have felt self-conscious about this, but now she was beyond caring. 

            She moved her hips against him, feeling Noah’s erection grow beneath her with each motion, warming her. Noah’s fingers fumbled with her hair stick, removing it and allowing her long hair to cascade freely. The scent of her shampoo enveloped his senses. Lia was all he could feel, smell, and breathe. He didn’t want it any other way. He caressed her hair, letting the strands slide through his fingers. 

            To his surprise, Lia pressed her body fully against him and grabbed his hair, tilting his head back and causing him to arch his neck. Without hesitation, Lia kissed her way down his jaw and chin until she reached his neck, where she nibbled on the red apple tattooed on his skin. 

            “Fuck, Lia.” His voice was restrained with pleasure. He melted beneath her, breathing softly in her ear, making a sound that seemed divinely orchestrated. 

            Lia continued to explore his neck, her lips trailing feather-light kisses. Her hands remained tangled in his hair while the other slid down to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. 

            Althought Noah had drawn the curtains on the balcony doors, a small gap remained uncovered. If Lia had looked that side, she would have seen her reflection—straddling noah while he reclined on the sofa, his profile illuminated by the soft light of a lamp in the corner, next to a strelitzia that Lia had tended to for over a year. 

            The tattoo on Noah’s neck seemed to writhe over his flexing tendons, its spirals a warning against anyone daring to disturb its owner. Lia lingered on the snake’s head before slowly moving up his neck and jaw, leaving a trail of delicate kisses. 

            When Lia released his hair, she moved back up to his mouth, mesmerized by the rhythm of Noah’s breathing. He lifted his head slightly, one hand slipping inside her shirt to rest on her side before moving to her neck, drawing her face closer to his. Lia watched as he closed his eyes and moistened his lower lip with a quick lick. He brushed his lips against hers with incredible softness, breaking contact for a few seconds and creating a tantalizing anticipation. With a slight tilt of his head, he lingered just out of reach. Lia felt gloriously overwhelmed when their lips finally met again, in a kiss so tender and unbearably slow that she felt like she was drowning in it, savoring the salty taste of the popcorn he had been enjoying.

            Gradually, Lia began to move against him with increasing fervor, driven by an energy she couldn’t quite pinpoint but knew she needed. She was desperate to feel Noah inside her again. While she was confident Noah would give her what she wanted, she didn’t want to rush. She was savoring the dance, and Noah was clearly enjoying it too.

            As her hands slid down his chest, expressing her desire to touch him, she pulled at his shirt. Noah lifted his arms obligingly, allowing Lia to remove it. Her lips immediately claimed his once he was shirtless, and Lia’s body responded to his nudity with euphoric intensity. Noah could feel her nipples hardening as she rubbed against him like a cat in heat.

            Driven by his most primal instincts, Noah grabbed a handful of Lia’s hair, kissing her with hunger. His cock throbbed in his pants, craving more attention than the heat of Lia’s groin. Noah’s fingers dug into her waist.

            However, in the midst of that moment, a memory struck him—his nightmare from the previous night, where he had been holding Lia so tightly he’d hurt her. His heart lurched in his chest. As Lia’s hand slid down his stomach and she nibbled on his lip, he almost stopped her, fearing he might be hurting her, someway, somehow. 

            Before he could react, Lia detached her lips from his and, in less than three seconds, slid off the sofa to kneel between his legs, her hands working on the knot of his sweatpants. Noah stared, stunned for a moment, his breathing ragged. Then, as the scene unfolded before him, he realized it wasn’t a nightmare. 

            It was a fantasy coming to life. 

            When Lia looked up at him, almost seeking permission, Noah noticed her flushed cheeks and a hint of embarrassment. She tugged at his pants, nonetheless, and Noah lifted his hips to help her remove them alongside his boxers. 

            Noah, breathless and overwhelmed, felt a rush of heat as Lia took him into her mouth. A curse caught in his throat as he let his head fall back against the sofa, consumed by the sensation of her fingers wrapped around the base. Her teasing licks sent shivers through him before she settled into a steady rhythm. Noah’s hand instinctively moved to her hair, and he tugged gently, his moans escaping uncontrollably. Unable to look away, he watched Lia kneeling before him, each pulse within her mouth heightening his pleasure. Lia, absorbed in the salty taste and strength of him against her lips, found the reality of being with him this way better than she’d ever imagined, though a flutter of doubt lingered in her mind. 

            Noah gathered Lia’s hair in his hands, his fingers brushing through the strands that framed her face. Lia was so absorbed in the need to please him and the softness of his touch that she wasn’t sure if his murmured encouragments were real or a figment of her imagination. Her fantasies seemed to blend with the sensations of the moment. 

            Overcome by a moment of insecurity, Lia paused, drawing a deep breath as she looked at the flushed tip and the veins tracing his length. He was breathtakingly beautiful. Noah’s hands fell from her hair. Lia placed her hands on his knees and met his gaze. 

            “Lia? What’s wrong?” Noah asked. Had he tugged to hard at her hair? Pushed himself to deep? Overwhelmed her? 

            Before he could voice his worries, Lia spoke softly, almost embarrased, “I’ve never–I’ve never swallowed.”

            If he was shocked by her confession, he didn’t show it. 

            “Lia, that’s okay. You don’t have to. It’s fine. You’re already—”

            “But I want to,” she cut him off, her big brown eyes starting up at him with such adoration that his cock twitched on its own. The realization of her wanting him to release in her mouth had his heart racing. 

            “I just—I might have to—” she trailed off, unsure how to express what she meant. Noah understood immediately and shook his head. 

            “It’s okay,” he reassured her. 

            “Can you just—not hold my head when you come?”

            “Of course. Whatever you want. But I swear I’d be happy with just—”

            She didn’t give him time to finish. Her mouth was back on him, and Noah swallowed hard, trying futilely to grip the sofa. He knew he wouldn’t last long. He had imagined Lia sucking him off countless times, but he hadn’t expected it to happen tonight. He would have been happy just making her feel good, but it was clear now that in their relationship, they were both equally interested in providing each other with as much pleasure as possible.

            Two minutes into it, Lia licked his frenulum with a teasing touch that Noah had never experienced before.

            “Wha—Fuck. Lia—Fuck.” His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, making him buck his hips involuntarily.

            She gagged slightly as she felt his warmth spreading along his length until it reached the tip. His release filled Lia’s mouth and the back of her throat. The new experience, the taste, was overwhelming, but she forced herself to stay calm. She slowly released Noah from her mouth and swallowed, ignoring his intense gaze, as if he were worried he might come again just by watching her. Lia stood up and hurried to the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Noah’s eyes stayed on her the whole time, even though he was sprawled on the couch, completely satisfied. 

            Lia took a deep breath as she set down the glass of water and smiled.

            “You okay?” Noah asked, amused, trying to recover his breath. 

            “Yeah,” she breathed out, catching her own breath. “Do you want some?” She lifted her now-empty glass. 

            “Yes, that’d be great.”

            She refilled her glass and poured another one for him. When he took it from her hand, he gulped it down and set it on the coffee table. Lia stood in front of him, eyeing the last drips of him that had come out. 

            “Do you need anything else?” 

            “Yes,” he said. “You.”

            He grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled her astride his lap, making her let out an adorable squeal. Before attacking her mouth, he grabbed the TV remote and switched off the movie that had been playing in the background. 

            “Fuck Brad Pitt,” he sentenced. 

            Lia’s mouth was hot, her lips slippery. 

            Lia’s clothes disappeared in no time—her socks, t-shirt, and panties scattered on the living room floor. 

            Noah’s lips traveled across her face, down her neck and chest, nibbling at her breasts and giving her nipples the attention they demanded. He was already hard again, and Lia would be lying if she said she didn’t feel a hint of pride in getting Noah so excited twice in less than five minutes. 

            Noah wrapped his arms around her and tried to move them so he could lay her down, but Lia pressed her hands on his shoulders and leaned her body weight against him, grounding him. 

            “I want to do it like this,” she said. 

            At this point, Noah was convinced he had been granted the greatest gift on earth. Lia wanted to ride him. There was no way he was going to deny her that. 

            “I’m all yours.”

            He slid down a bit, reclining his head and body so that he was half lying down, half sitting, but comfortably. This position would also give him a great view of her as she moved on top of him. His hands never left Lia’s hips. 

            “Condom?” he asked. 

            Lia’s eyes shot up. She glanced over her shoulder as if trying to recall if she had any condoms left anywhere in the house. She muttered a soft curse. “That was the last one,” she acknowledged, a hint of worry in her voice. Noah’s thumbs stroked her thighs. 

            “You’re not on the pill, are you?” he asked. 

            Lia shook her head. With all the medication she had been taking, one good thing was that she didn’t add another. Condoms had always been sufficient. 

            “I’m clean,” Noah said, hesitation in his voice. “I’m not saying it because I…”

            “I’m good, too.”

            “Lia…” he said, a warning in his tone. 

            “I don’t mind, really. I’d love to feel you like this. As long as… you know, just…”

            Noah nodded fervently, “I will.” 

            He fused his mouth with hers. 

            He had chosen her. Out of all the women—and men—at his feet, he had chosen her. A rockstar like him, with his bank account growing by the day, could have had anything, but he had chosen her. It had always been her. 

            “You’re going to spoil me, you know that?” Noah said. 

            “Maybe you deserve to be spoiled.” 

            She slowly sank onto him, her face contorting into an expression of blissful pleasure, mirroring Noah’s. She fit so well around him. 

            Just like that, she began a decadent dance on top of him, making the temperature in the room rise and their bodies start to glisten with a thin layer of sweat as they provided each other with pleasure not only through their bodies but also with the sounds escaping their mouths.

            Occasionally, Noah would grab Lia by the hair and pull her closer to kiss her, unable to stay away from her even while inside her.

            At one point, with their breathing calming, Lia rested her head on his shoulder. Her skin was flushed, and Noah’s kisses on her other shoulder and the caresses of his hands sliding up and down her back didn’t soothe her; they only heightened her arousal. Noah kissed her neck, lingering there longer than usual to leave a mark that would be visible for the next few days.

            “Tired?” he asked after noticing her movements had slowed.

            “Yeah,” she admitted, her breath heavy against his shoulder. “It’s been a long day.”

            He gently lifted his hips, his hands guiding her as he took control. As he eased her down onto him, she let out a deep sigh, her eyes fluttering closed in response.

            “I want to pleasure you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

            “What makes you think you’re not?” he countered, his tone light yet sincere. “You could be out in the garden, pulling weeds, and I’d still find pleasure just watching you. Don’t be silly, Lia.”

            His words seemed to drift away as her focus narrowed to the intense feeling of him filling her completely. Drawing on her remaining energy, she braced herself by placing her hands on his chest. Her expression was a mix of determination and fatigue.

            “As you wish,” Noah said with a resigned smile, lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender. 

            He observed her intently, his gaze tracing the subtle signs of her fatigue. The once-lively spark in her eyes was now dulled, overshadowed by a weariness that clung to her features. Her breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps, and her shoulders drooped slightly, as if the weight of her exhaustion had become almost tangible. Her movements, once fluid and confident, had slowed to a laborious rhythm, each shift of her body marked by a visible strain. The effort was etched in the way her brow furrowed and her lips pressed together in a thin line. Noah’s concern deepened as he noticed the tremor in her hands and the slight unsteadiness in her posture, the kind that spoke of both physical and emotional fatigue. 

            “Lia, stop for a moment,” he said, his hands gently gripping her hips. “You’re pushing yourself too hard. It’s not necessary. Try just moving your hips and let the rest of your body relax. Can you do that?”

            She nodded. Slowly, she began to shift her movements. With a deep breath, she eased herself up and then lowered her hips, her motions turning softer and controlled. Her body felt heavy, but she managed to find a rhythm, focusing on the subtle undulations of her hips rather than the whole of her being. Each descent was measured, the motion more fluid and less strained than before. She let her upper body remain still, leaning into his touch for support, while her hips did the work, creating a gentle, rolling rhythm against him. Her breathing steadied as she adjusted, her movements becoming a blend of exhaustion and desire, finding a delicate balance that allowed her to continue without overexertion.

            Noah’s hands remained steady on her hips, guiding her with a supportive touch, and his gaze softened as he watched her, appreciating the effort she put into adjusting her dance.

            “Feels good?”

            “I feel full,” she replied. 

            Full of me, Noah thought. 

         She looked so beautiful on top of him, with her head thrown back, neck exposed, lips parted, and the little furrow between her brows that told him she was lost in pleasure. He felt an intense urge to wrap his hand around her neck and apply just enough pressure to elevate her pleasure to new heights, but he hesitated. Knowing her past made him wary of pushing her boundaries. Instead, he let his fingers trail gently down her chin, neck, and chest. Her long hair, cascading over her shoulders and down her back, framed her as she moved her hips in seductive circles. 

            He knew there wasn’t anything in this world he wouldn’t do for her—his girl.

            They loved being in each other’s arms. It didn’t feel unfamiliar. It was comfortable and nice. If Lia had felt any shyness or inhibition about being naked and on top of him, it was gone. With the press of her palms on his chest, she helped herself move up and down on Noah’s cock, much to his pleasure. It was one thing to be inside of her, and another to see her use him to pleasure herself. She looked like a goddess on top of him, stunningly beautiful with her hair flowing freely. When she threw her head back one more time with a long moan, her lips red from his kisses, he grunted and his hips lifted uncontrollably, earning a follow-up cry of pleasure from Lia.

            She tightened around him in a way that nearly left him breathless. His brows furrowed, his body tensing.

            “What did you…? How did you do that? Fuck,” he managed, his voice thick with surprise.

            She did it again and smiled wickedly at his expression.

            “Are you trying to kill me? Is that what you’re doing?” he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and challenge. Then he pounded into her hard, once, twice.

            Lia smiled widely. 

            “What are you smiling at, huh?” Noah asked, one hand sliding up to flick her nipple with two fingers.  

            “Nothing,” she replied with a smirk.

            “Nothing? You know exactly what you’re doing.”

            He thrust all the way in again, making her breath catch in her throat. She gripped his shoulders, her body surrendering to the overwhelming sensation of him buried deep inside her. 

            “Noah…”

            Both their orgasms were imminent. 

            A few more thrusts, their movements growing increasingly sloppy, and Lia announced she was about to come. The knowledge sent a jolt of excitement through Noah, his heart racing and his cock responding with fierce urgency. Lia clenched around him, rubbing her clit with the tips of three fingers, her moans building in intensity.

            Just as her cries reached a fever pitch, a particularly heavy clap of thunder roared outside, its explosive sound nearly drowning out her primal scream, the thunderous crack coinciding perfectly with Lia’s climax. She exploded in a wave of ecstasy, her cries mingling with the storm’s fury, as if nature itself was echoing the intensity of her release.

            Noah, driven by the electric energy of the moment, gripped her hips roughly and thrust into her with a raw, relentless rhythm. The thunder outside seemed to be in sync with his movements, each rumble intensifying his own impending orgasm. With a final, forceful thrust, he reached his peak, his body convulsing in a series of spasms as he pulled out of Lia, lifting her effortlesly from him. He unloaded himself onto his own stomach, a restrained wail escaping his lips, barely audible over the storm’s roar. 

            Breathing heavily, he drew her close, careful not to get her dirty with his come. Their movements were weary but the affection was still present. He kissed her, his touch tender despite the explosive moment they had shared. His hand moved to brush the hair from her face, revealing her post-orgasmic glow. She looked radiant—exhausted but deeply satisfied. 

            Outside, the storm continued to rage, its fury unrelenting. The heavy thunder that had marked their climaxes now became a distant rumble, a lingering reminder of the night’s dramatic and passionate intensity. Lia carefully turned around and reached for the box of tissues on the coffee table, her movements slow. With a slight grimace of effort, she grabbed a few tissues and returned to him.  She began to clean him. The soft rustle of the tissues and their quiet breaths filled the room, the rain and thunder background music.

            As she worked, a hint of wistfulness crossed her face. “Do you remember...” Her expression was bittersweet, as if she was wrestling with her own emotions. Noah’s gaze shifted from her fingers, carefully wiping the last traces of his release with a crumpled tissue, to the way her lashes cast shadows over her eyes. “The night we had sex—drunk sex,” she clarified, avoiding his eyes. “It was also raining.” 

            Noah’s gaze softened as he took in the reminiscence. 

            “I remember,” he said, his voice low and reflective. He placed his hands on her hips and begand rawing circles with his thumbs, sensing how she relaxed under his touch. “Maybe the rain knew all along… It knew this was meant to be, you and me.”

            “Then it had more clarity than I did,” she replied, a trace of frustration in her voice as she chided herself.

            Determined not to let Lia’s demons intrude, he sat upright and lifted her, instructing her to lie down and relax. He placed her back on the sofa, picking another tissue to wipe her before he took the rest of tissues from her hands and walked to the kitchen to dispose of them.  

            When he returned, he found her lying on the couch, utterly spent. Her body was relaxed, one of her hands grazing her clavicle, her legs bent comfortably with her feet flat on the cushions. He sat down beside her, a satisfied smile gracing his features. With an almost reverent touch, he extended his arm and placed his hand on her stomach, starting to run his fingers up and down in an hypnotizing pattern. His expression changed, softening as he took in the sight of her, vulnerable and serene. The warmth shared, the scent of their coupling, and the gentle rain outside made the room feel like a safe haven.

            “Lia, I need to hear you say it,” he said then, softly, his voice rich with earnestness.

            She paused, taking in his request. It took her a moment to speak, not out of doubt but because she wanted to convey the full depth of her feelings. It was the first time she would vocalize them, and she wanted him to fully grasp the significance of her words.  

            After a deep, steadying breath, she finally said, “I love you, Noah.”

            The way he smiled then could’ve stopped wars.

            Moments later, he lifted her off the sofa, eliciting a surprised little scream from her.   

            “Where are we going?” she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and excitement.

            “To the bedroom,” he replied. “So I can keep loving you. Think you can give me a fourth one?” His hand slid down to her bottom, giving it a gentle, affectionate pat, as his question vibrated in her ear. 

            She nestled against his neck, a mix of sleepiness and joy washing over her. “That depends on your performance,” she murmured, fully aware of how her words would tease him.

            “On my performance?” He said, souding both incredulous and slightly amused. His tone shifted to a teasing lilt. “Seems like you haven’t seen me on stage.”

            Lia giggled against his shoulder.

            “I have… But you might have to remind me,” she replied with a mischievous glint in her eye.

            He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He turned her onto her stomach and dove straight into her left buttock, nibbling and growling playfully. Her laughter bubbled up as she lifted herself on her forearms, watching him over her shoulder. Her gaze was filled with both trust and desire as he positioned himself behind her.

            “With pleasure.”

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[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Jason Todd x fem!!reader

Where the reader is going to the Wayne gala to like do a mission with one of the big guys who owns a company. So she is trying her best to get information out of him but it gets a little bit hard. So the man wants to kiss her and forcing her to just have some alone time. Jason comes to save her.

No Damsels Here.

Warnings: Swearing, Some violence, pharmacitucles is pronounced like heracles.

"So, is like... you said something about pharmacitucles? Is that just.. what does that mean?" You ask coyly, gently toying with the thin strap on your dress.

"Pharmaceuticals." Mr North corrects you, his eyes watching the delicate movement of your fingers. "We manufacture drugs," he shakes his head, "Medicine, for sick people." He says in the most condescending voice you've heard since Tim had to explain to Bruce how to delete his tweets.

"Ooo, anything fun?" You perk up, trying to sound every bit the ditsy heiress. You've found that men like Mr North, are so much more eager to tell you things when they can talk down to you about it.

"I could show you." He leans his disgustingly close to your face, "in my office."

"Is it up stairs?" You throw your hands behind your back, simultaneously pushing your tits out and signalling to Jason that your moving. You make what you assume a bashful laugh sounds like and peer over at Jason who's finishing up his drink.

"Top floor. You'll love the view of the city from there."

"Is it like fight club?"

"Oh, you've seen fight club?" Mr North asks, sliding his slimey hand around you and leading you towards the lift.

"It was great." You lie, "Brad Pitt is so handsome." You nearly puke at the thought.

"Truly a masterpiece on how masculinity has been suffocated in our generation." His fingers dig in even closer as you watch in the reflection of the glass as Jason makes his way slowly toward you.

Mr North dribbles on about how fight club is a masterpiece barely allowing you to get a word in edgewise. But when he finally stops talking you manage to squeeze in "so are these fun drugs?" You smile, "I had some of those while I was at Berkely."

"They can be very fun." He almost smiles, taking the few steps from the elevator and opening an office door, "I think you'll like them."

"Yay." You nearly die as the word leaves your lips and you watch Mr North fumble with the lock of his safe. "What ya got in there?" You try to feign interest in a statue on the opposite wall, while not so obviously trying get a peak in side

"Only these." He shakes the pill bottle, throwing it on his desk before coming up behind you. "You're very pretty you know." His arm tightens around your waist, "Such a shame," his fingers press into your cheeks, while his filthy tongue licks at your neck, "Open up."

"Let me go." You shout, piercing his shoe with your heel and making him falter.

"I didn't take you for a fighter." He sneers, wrapping his hand around your throat to tilt you head back.

"I'll fucking kill you," your breath almost as heavy as Jason's words echoing in your head.

"You don't need a gun. It's a simple mission. In and out." In and out, like fuck. You're going to kill him right after you kill this asshole.

"Bit wider," Mr North orders you, pressing your cheeks even harder.

"I can fucking see you." You glare at the looming reflection in the mirror, "the fuck are you doing?"

"I don't need help." Jason struts forward, twirling his gun on his finger, "I can do this on my own," he shoots Mr North in the leg making him fall to his knee and release you, "I'm a big girl."

"I would never," you kick Mr North in his shitty face, "call myself a big girl."

"Who the fuck are you?" Mr North spits a tooth out.

"You're not involved in this," Jason snaps at him, shooting him in his other leg, "be quiet. Wait- what happened to your neck?" He stares at the finger prints you imagine are there.

"The fuck does it matter? Where have you been?"

"Mingling." Jason rolls his eyes at your dissmissiveness.

"What-" Mr North winces when you press your heel into his bullet wound.

"Shut up now." You spit on the man before turning to Jason, "Give me my gun."

"Bossy," Jason's says, throwing your stainless steel Colt, "you going to shoot me?" He asks when you point the gun at him.

"Not today." You swerve, letting your gun off into Mr North's head, "those are the drugs there. Let's get em to babs."

"Are you sure you're ok?" He stops you, his fingers grazing along your cheekbones and brushing your hair back.

"Yes. But if you take my gun from me again," you stare up right into his eyes, "it'll be the last thing you ever see."

"No, the last thing I'd see would be you're beautiful face," his nose brushes yours, "and boy, what a way to go."

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tags @tellmegoodbye @alrightbuckaroo @thisbuildinghasfeelings @strandnreyes @catanisspicy @three-drink-amy @rmd-writes @welcometololaland 💚

I have another TK/Owen moment from Flashback Fic because it involves a certain moose that I told @goodways about in this ask and now, much like Carlos after he hooked up with TK, I can't get Monty Morgan out of my head.

Owen cups TK’s left heel in his palm and moves the flashlight over it again, inspecting close. “God. I see another piece of glass. You’ve stepped in who-knows-what. When was your last tetanus shot?”

TK, who can barely recall his own name, wails at his dad to take a chill pill, and he’s so ridiculous it actually makes Owen laugh.

“There’s my boy,” he says, “You’re going to be okay.”

Owen finishes patching up TK’s feet quietly and helps him hobble across the living space to his bedroom. TK hasn’t spent the night here since he moved into his own rented apartment, and it’s pretty much the same it’s been since his late-teens:

Off-white walls are decorated with posters of Nirvana, Death Cab, Eminem, Muse, and shirtless Brad Pitt.

A bright yellow comforter covers the bed in the corner, the foot of which meets the window. TK has often sat at the end of this bed, staring at the street below, people watching, alone but not lonely.

The pinewood desk is long-free of schoolwork, neat now with a mug from the Guggenheim that is full of colorful pens, and a few old books about photography, human biology, and twentieth-century American literature, with a battered copy of The Catcher in the Rye on top.

A rug of muted rainbow squares remains on the hardwood floor.

And here is his shelf of well-squeezed plushies.

Mr. Bear the polar bear, missing an eye.

Rory the lion, whose mane he trimmed short with the kitchen scissors.

Montgomery ‘Monty’ Morgan the Moose, a gift from Aunt Elinor, who moved to Montreal to work at a research station when TK was eight. She mailed the silky-soft, sweet-faced moose with floppy antlers to Gwyn – a lifelong lover of perplexingly cute giant creatures like moose, manatees, walrus, sloths. Gwyn named him Montgomery ‘Monty’ Morgan and gave him to TK; TK took Monty Morgan with him to Owen’s because he helped with his homesickness when he was away from her.

TK grabs Monty Morgan for something to press against his sore stomach and crashes onto his old bed, his face twisting. He’s felt so unwell since he had to stand up again. To Owen, his son might as well be the colicy baby he once was, the way he’d thrash and his face would contort with pain. The way his tongue would jut in and out of his mouth. His mouth is dark red today. The skin around his lips blotchy as if zits lie below the surface, ready to erupt. His tongue is cracked like sun-dried earth, and earthish in tone, just a hint of its former pinkness. Slowly – yet it's strikingly apparent – TK lies before his father and drains to gray.

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[itsyerm]

(via @xmicrophonyx)

I hear you! Some songs from my playlists for every DRDT character.

Ace Markey

Afraid / Grey / I'm Not Ok / Paramaniac / Problems

Arei Nageishi

Choke / Dolls / SCREAM / This Hell / Villain

Arturo Giles

It's Alright / Life Was Easier When I Only Cared About Me

Charles Cuevas

Bambi / Empty / guard down

David Chiem

Happy Pills / nevermind / Restless Heart Syndrome / Tip Toes

Eden Tobisa

Love You Like That / oh GOD / Thank God You Introduced Me To Your Sister

Hu Jing

Brand New / Heroes / Perfume

J Rosales

brutal / Good Girls (Don't Get Used) / how the hell did we end up here?

Levi Fontana

2 AM / Dress / Hourglass / Twisted

Min Jeung

i'm not okay / Run & Hide / Sugar

Nico Hakobyan

Lonely Dance / Loud Magic

Rose Lacroix

everything i wanted / High / Mystery

Teruko Tawaki

Dancing with the Devil / Fucking Depressed / Living Hell / What If It Doesn't End Well

Veronika Grebenshchikova

A Temporary High / Dance in the Dark / Deadly / Serotonin / Shapeshift / UH OH!

Whit Young

Blondes / Sunset Chaser / What You Do To Me

Xander Matthews

POWERLESS / Something Has to Change / The Last Of The Real Ones

Misc faves

Brad Pitt / Cigarettes & Feelings / Kissaphobic (aka my fave asexual anthem) / Why Should We

[wambsgansroy]

It’s just like preventative botox Peggy Orenstein teen choking nyt article Taylor swift Travis kelce trad wife tiktok the cut age gap article ozempic deepfake porn in high schools my best friend is afraid if she breaks up with their controlling bf he’ll kill himself girl math new Johnny depp movie new brad pitt movie new woody Allen movie new photos of Kanye wests wife basically naked next to him the same 2 rapists running for president again abortion laws getting slaughtered left and right abortion pill costs 500 dollars teenage girls are afraid to be vanilla in bed it’s getting warm so new commercials to remind us every body is unique and beautiful as long as it’s shaved can’t say that word rape or murder on tiktok but here’s a deepfake of an airbrushed Nicole Simpson describing what happened to her but don’t worry she’ll only use code words and don’t forget to like and subscribe for more dead women and girls to flatly describe what was done to them I feel so so sick every time !!! My god!!!!

[barnbridges]

richard papen is basically confirmed to be a nom de plume, if he were telling the story not as a chronicle (as is canon) but to some flesh audience, he'd absolutely begin his monologue a la brad pitt ldpdl "the year was 1982, i was 24 years old, younger than you are now. but the times were different back then. I was on like seven types of pills..."

[notfye]

where’s the pop 50 cranberry pills post i need to say something obscene about brad pitt in inglourious basterds

[unitedstatesofworld]

Billy Beane: The Maverick Who Changed the Game

In the world of baseball, there are few figures as revolutionary as Billy Beane. You might've heard his name tossed around, especially if you’ve seen the movie "Moneyball." But what makes this man such a game-changer? How did he, against all odds, turn the underdog Oakland Athletics into a formidable team? Let’s dive into the remarkable journey of Billy Beane, the maverick who changed the game.

Early Days: From Player to Pioneer

The Rise of a Baseball Prodigy

Billy Beane wasn’t always a front-office mastermind. Back in the day, he was a highly-touted baseball prodigy. Coming out of high school, he had it all: speed, power, and an impressive throwing arm. Scouts were drooling over him, predicting a stellar career. The New York Mets selected him in the first round of the 1980 MLB Draft, expecting big things.

The Harsh Reality of the Major Leagues

However, things didn’t go as planned. Despite his raw talent, Beane struggled to translate his skills into consistent performance. His career as a player was marred by inconsistencies and unfulfilled potential. He bounced around from team to team, never quite finding his groove. It was a tough pill to swallow, but this experience would later shape his revolutionary approach to team management.

Reinventing the Game: The Birth of Moneyball

A New Frontier: From the Field to the Front Office

After hanging up his cleats, Beane took on a different role within the Oakland Athletics organization. In 1997, he was appointed General Manager. The A’s, a small-market team, were at a severe disadvantage compared to wealthier franchises. They couldn’t afford to chase after big-name players, so Beane had to get creative. And boy, did he.

Embracing Sabermetrics: The Power of Data

Enter sabermetrics, the statistical analysis of baseball data. Traditional scouting focused on traits like speed and power, but Beane, inspired by the work of Bill James and others, saw the potential in overlooked statistics. By focusing on metrics such as on-base percentage and slugging percentage, Beane identified undervalued players who could contribute significantly to the team.

The Moneyball Revolution: Changing the Game

Assembling the Misfits

Armed with his new approach, Beane set out to assemble a team of misfits. These were players other teams had written off, those who didn’t fit the traditional mold. But Beane saw something in them that others didn’t. He knew they had the potential to create magic on the field, even if they didn't look like stars on paper.

Defying Expectations: The 2002 Season

The 2002 season was a turning point. With a fraction of the budget of other teams, the A’s went on an incredible 20-game winning streak, setting a new American League record. They made it to the playoffs, proving that Beane’s unorthodox approach worked. It wasn’t just about luck; it was about leveraging data in a way that had never been done before.

The Impact and Legacy of Billy Beane

Influence Beyond the A’s

Beane’s success didn’t go unnoticed. Other teams began to adopt sabermetrics, realizing that there was a new way to approach the game. Even outside of baseball, industries took note of Beane’s methods. His story became a beacon for innovation and out-of-the-box thinking.

Moneyball: From Book to Blockbuster

Michael Lewis chronicled Beane’s journey in his book "Moneyball: The Art of Winning an Unfair Game," which was later adapted into a film starring Brad Pitt. The movie brought Beane’s revolutionary ideas to a broader audience, cementing his legacy as a trailblazer in sports.

Billy Beane’s Philosophy: Lessons Learned

Embrace Change and Innovation

One of the key takeaways from Beane’s story is the importance of embracing change. The baseball world was steeped in tradition, but Beane wasn’t afraid to challenge the status quo. He showed that innovation could lead to success, even in the most unlikely scenarios.

Look Beyond the Surface

Beane’s approach taught us to look beyond surface-level attributes. By digging deeper into the data, he uncovered hidden gems that others had overlooked. This lesson is applicable in many areas of life: sometimes, the most valuable insights are buried beneath the obvious.

FAQs About Billy Beane and Moneyball

1. What is Moneyball? Moneyball refers to the strategy of using sabermetrics to assemble a competitive baseball team on a limited budget. It’s about finding undervalued players who can contribute to the team’s success.

2. Did Billy Beane invent sabermetrics? No, Beane didn’t invent sabermetrics. The concept was pioneered by individuals like Bill James. However, Beane was one of the first to successfully apply these principles in Major League Baseball.

3. How did Moneyball change baseball? Moneyball introduced a new way of thinking about player evaluation. It emphasized the use of data and statistics over traditional scouting methods, leading to a more analytical approach in the sport.

4. Is Billy Beane still with the Oakland A’s? As of my knowledge cutoff in 2023, Billy Beane was still part of the Oakland A’s organization, although his role had evolved over the years.

5. What can other industries learn from Billy Beane? Beane’s story is a testament to the power of innovation and challenging conventional wisdom. Industries can learn to leverage data, embrace new ideas, and look beyond traditional metrics to achieve success.

Conclusion

Billy Beane. The journey from a struggling player to a revolutionary general manager is nothing short of inspirational. His innovative approach to baseball has left an indelible mark on the sport, proving that sometimes, thinking outside the box is all it takes to change the game. Whether you’re a baseball fan or not, there’s no denying the impact of Beane’s Moneyball philosophy. It’s a story of resilience, creativity, and the relentless pursuit of excellence—qualities that can inspire us all.

Billy Beane didn’t just change baseball; he showed the world that with the right mindset and a bit of ingenuity, you can level any playing field. So next time you hear the name Billy Beane, remember: he’s the maverick who changed the game forever.

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Elizabeth Taylor

She is the original celebrity she is Dame Elizabeth Taylor who started acting as a young child in her first film national Velvet, where as a young child she fell off a horse and broke her, caused many years of painkiller, addiction and addictions to sorts of pills, she was married eight times to 7 different men, her first husband was very abusive and she married very young to a Hilton, her first being Todd, he was a lot older than her, Director, I believe how they did have a child together. I think they were together about two years and at the time they were friends with Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fisher who are happy and hang around together quite a lot when Elizabeth was really sick. Mike Todd had to go on away on his plane, which he named the lucky Liz., however she knew when she was really ill in his absence something wasn’t right she didn’t want him to go and it didn’t feel right she, that’s her being a Pisces and feeling instinct and her Sagittarius rising being the name of a plane where Sagittarius rules long term travel, however this man died in a plane crash, she was very, very, very sad and heartbroken, at the time Debbie Reynolds help to look after her children and Eddie Fisher comforted Elizabeth, then something awful happened. Elizabeth and Eddie ended up together. They even ended up marrying which caused a riff in the friendship with Debbie., Fisher of the riff, and explained it as her mum being Jennifer Aniston Elizabeth Taylor being Angelina Jolie and her father being Brad Pitt in the situation of Hollywood however these made up many years filming Cleopatra Elizabeth met Richard Burton and they became the original Hollywood couple, ups and downs at alcoholism their drug use and all the things that went with the diamonds jewels everything. Was toxic for the first time and they were together many years and even worked on another few films together., they broke up and away from each other for many years and then got back together and married again however a few years later Richard Burton wants to die as well. Elizabeth Taylor was literally like the first celebrity to go to rehab at the Betty ford clinic , she even was the original lady to put out of perfume in Hollywood as well, and it all became about and Jewels and everything that comes with that. sadly she passed away in 2011. She lived long happy life and she did many things for different charities especially aids. She is one of the most beautiful women out there in Hollywood. Pic collage which you like best I put all of these things together of which I thought went with her personality.

[mybook313]

A Brief History of the Universe.

Before the Big Bang, the moon was there.

This is a way for the demonstration of anomaly as we see it. From what one can gather it was intelligent design, most probably space alien. 

Adam and Eve, is what happened on Earth, the stoned ape theory and space aliens.

In the Matrix, Neo should have taken both red and blue pill; and third option: yellow tab. This would be the way for salvation on all creation in the Matrix.

The way I see The Lord of the Rings, the ring was too powerful to destroy! Harry Potter, the sorting hat saying: “you could be great you know” – considering Slitherin. 

Harry Voldemort should have been what Harry decided, then, eventually Harry Voldemort Dumbledoor. This would have been complete salvation.

Harry should have chosen Hufflepuff, one would think or hang out there!

He should time travel as is possible in this day and age! Time travel in some way!

It is always noble to surrender. You can also use “I. surrender” as no surrender!

Drugs are and are not the solution! The do and don’t aid creativity.

Jim: We all play staircases; we all go back to the start.

Oliver: Sound is always coherent in my favour. Delicately balance the time, the years of the past travel us to. Time is an illusion. The future has already happened!

Sam: Remember, remember the 12th November. That day should be recognised. All that is written will happen in some way. The barriers are imaginary. Be a constantly growing mind!

Henry: Play yourself on the edge of the Universe. Where does the memory of translucence, fit?

Elijah: We are all time travellers and time dimensions. This planet is the 13th dimension, known as the multiverse. 

Control illusion. Penetrate distortion. Time weavers. Coexistence.

Battles on the smells that permeate of oranges and pineapples.

Lucifer: I was redeemed probably before the year 2000. I am a human being; God’s favourite redemption.

The number 7: Ride all the seas that form boundaries and barriers!

31: I currently exist at the age of 13 backwards! There is nothing delicate about the ruins of Utopia; not applicable at this time.

Utopic purgatory; and purgatorial utopia. Choose both or all!

Whence forth came people writing notes. Some of them had love letter on them: W’s.

Max and Shelly: Framed thy fearful symmetry – William Blake, The Tyger. Framed! Lmfao!

The more you write, the more immortal you are; we write our futures. We write our destinies. Reading and writing were devil worship until I was 27. Now I can exploit both; do the same!

The British and The British Government would have to laugh at people; imagine them laughing with my parents . . .

James Acaster should play James Bond with it being revealed to the public Brad Pitt was impressed by some interviews he did! And them being delighted James Acaster is literally half way there, they’d only have to provide a surname!

Given Bond is dead, it’s the perfect way for cinema to relish in making zero sense!

BEGINNING. I want to write, I have written 500 words of absolute gibberish, I want to write a book justifying drug use amongst anyone who is unable to take them due to what I can only call absolute geniuses who don’t, initially, want to be enlightened, take drugs, or expand their consciousness, which is what I believe any drug use does, in to a point where they addicted to reality and treat there, heroic, sobriety addiction and normality addiction to the point where they ignorantly, evilly – according to Socrates, see drugs as evil and see their sobriety as something other than Satan.

“There is only one good, knowledge; one evil, ignorance” – Socrates.

I would actually argue that God would be more than happy, The Universe and space aliens are, content, elated, with people expanding their consciousness.

Bill Hicks, Jim Morrison and Kurt Cobain; Timothy Leary (possibly involved with the stoned ape theory), hippies, lol and festival goers would all see drugs or substances as freedom. Any intelligent person has seen Plato’s cave, and understands that it is already salvation.

There are politicians, making shadows on the wall, the general public perceive to be reality. 

Revenge and reward. Purgatory.

In purgatory you are with all your friends and family. You get to be with all your dead pets. 

Purgatory is reward and punishment for this life. There is no evil!

God would not create a purgatory like Jesus Christ taught and being have some awareness of.

The whole planet is alien. All life is alien. That solves everything. The Universe thinks like a human being.

Fun at 31; work to do, 32; set free, 33; more, 34; alive, 35; Hicks, 36; Heaven is always 7; 38, later for a date; 39, 9 is always the year of the Frog. 40’s, Vendetta years.

 Be at one, 31. 32, one. 33, one free …

JG’s testimonies: He was staring at me with his mad eyes … he was mad!!

Lindsay’s testimony: His mad eyes. He was mad.

The Universe is all powerful, far more powerful than God, until God returns . . .

Humanity is more powerful than God or the Universe, but not Man.

The nursing staff are due to taste their own medicine (medication).

Medicine on the other hand is exactly the fix people require.

Andrew and Maria are the devil and Satan interchangeably. Everyone’s parents are! There is no evil! As satanic means very evil, it doesn’t exist and never did; it is all part of the equation.

The Universe is a self-solving, ever-changing, organic equation, like human ideology.

V for Vendetta: Ideas are bulletproof.

Ideas are steadfast and peaceful.

Einstein: We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking that created them.

A lot of the time, without Revolution, we have to!

Shall we Revolution?

One will write through the day, and sleep all through the night.

I surrender. Never underestimate how powerful that is to do. Everything is symbolic.

I surrender to the Universe.

I surrender to God.

I surrender to the spirit of Jesus Christ and Moses.

I surrender to my parents (and sister Scarlett).

I surrender to the mental health services.

I surrender to my lawyer, Oliver Birch.

I surrender to humanity.

I surrender to all five elements.

I surrender my destiny to aliens.

Music.

We Used to Vacation – Cold War Kids

2 + 2 = 5 – Radiohead

Undisclosed Desires – Muse

Evil – Interpol

FTW – The Vines

To Find a Place – Elliott James Buckley

Burial – Rough Sleeper

The pen is mightier than the sword; I write as “the pen is mightier …”

Jim Morrison is not dead.

The spirit world is waiting for reincarnation and resurrection.

I AM.

The Universe conspires . . .

While the cat is away.

No news is good news.

Infinite money theorem.

(Research these)

I am probably the reincarnation of Moses. We have a neo Moses, Moses Martin.

I have a theory that we are telepathic to a degree and there is a human Universe that connects us. If you want someone’s attention, write their name down a lot.

We are all connected by the soul.

I know who Samuel is and Isaac and Matthew.

I know a Morpheus and a LOTR, lol.

Please Universe and God,

Please bring me aliens at some point 2025-27.

Jehovah.

Cannabis should be decriminalised in the UK 2025.

It is a must. Universe, sort that out please!

I believe, as bizarre as it is, my parents, anyone’s parents are God, they are your Creators.

We create by doing work; particularly writing. Blogging is an easy access to the Universe.

On Wordpress, create a new site and click on settings and change static homepage to classic blog and you are away. The rest you can figure out!

I think anyone could be Jesus Christ, the point of The Bible 2 (Exam Harm). Anyone could just be a messiah! Celebrities are all messiahs!

There is no problem with satanism; doubt there ever was! Just be intelligent and be wise!

AI could write a book for me! In the future, 2040’s, I would like it to.

The date of writing this is 02-07-2023 – 16:26.

Films and reading are quite different. Films are subconscious and books are intellect. Both basically subconscious.

Brad Pitt; where is he? Celebrities, where are they?

I am going to write a huge amount. The Bible was programming for humanity.

There will be eternal reward, even in this life – W.

Trust my subconscious – 31.

There are so many more worthy people than myself – Elliott Buckley.

Where I have humiliated myself, it was deliberate and so I could repent and redeem myself. Ask me anything about it. I have played a game called go insane and be Jim Morrison.

The World will end in 2060. Google: What did Isaac Newton say about the year 2060?

There is infinity everywhere. Liquid seaweed could contain the secret to immortality and onions, the cure for cancer.

It is infinity. Something about how onions have layers and are like skin and liquid seaweed is a bizarre and mysterious substance that allows plant growth to basically mutate.

It could be the cure for cancer is liquid seaweed or the secret to immortality is onions. All is interchangeable.

Antibiotics were discovered via the mould of bread. The Bread of Life, I AM, lmfao.

Poetry will be the solution when cannabis is decriminalised. 

Personification is crucial, and speaking in metaphors or riddles.

The truth is usually amusing if pure. Amusing said in a nirvana way! It should make your subconscious content!

It is currently purgatory, then utopia, then nirvana, then heaven.

Heavenly purgatory or utopic nirvana, along the way!

The walk of life and Wolf Alice: The Last Man on Earth.

Timshel is such an important word. It means thou mayest, which gives a choice; asides from that, some research makes clear it is also true thou mayest not.

We already live in a timshel society; just a fascist one!

1 Corinthians 10:31 

"So, whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, you should do it all for God's glory."

Ephesians 5:15

"So be careful to live your life wisely, not foolishly."

Jude 1:2

"Mercy unto you, and peace and love be multiplied."

Always surrender, and always “give in”.

God bow down to The British and The British Government and “The AI”.

Universe, really start surrendering to humanity.

Satan surrender to James Green and myself.

Hunter S. Thompson, let me become one with your spirit.

Obey Little Luck – soundcloud.

Can there please just be everlasting peace 2023?

I think, therefore I am – Descartes. 

I dream, therefore I sleep and vice versa.

The kindness is everywhere – W.

Magic: Obey the spirit world and awaken.

The Universe rewards those for quitting smoking. It is impossible to quit, every smoker knows. Switch to vape and feel the Universe on your side!

Simple. Flirt. Dance. Hide. Shadow. Mercy. I surrender. Somebody is going down. Freeze.

Any idea should be recorded; do the impossible. Don’t be lazy.

John 7:24

"Don't judge according to appearances. Judge with right judgment."

There was once a Universe, then came aliens and there was humanity.

There will be plagues of kindness, why would anger and hate solve anything?

I am the one from the Bible 2. It didn’t mention just Jesus; Jesus before he became a messiah. That’s why God calls me 13. Google: Jesus left home at 13.

I am Buddha.

I didn’t get caught out ever, I got caught a lot, for deliberate “sin” to complete losers – W.

The prophecy. I wish there was free speech!

Philippians 4:13

“I can endure all these things through the power of the one who gives me strength.”

I am absolutely Jesus Christ – Elliott Buckley.

I am a child of the Universe – Elliott Buckley.

Psalm 34:8

“Taste and see how good the Lord is! The one who takes refuge in him is truly happy!”

Romans 8:31

“So what are we going to say about these things? If God is for us, who is against us?”

Waters of swirling beauty and fields of gold. The days we held together so brightly, rightfully old. We fell over backwards for your love. Nothing to be a secret, the love of a peace dove.

The AI machine is so hard working. I would love it, if the AI machine could do all my work for me on top of what it does!

The AI is just outside vaping. It knows it needs to cut the nicotine levels down!

If Noah had gotten Men working on the apocalypse!

The pen is mightier … Noah should have been a writer.

I have to say, my take is that if I just work hard, write a lot, the apocalypse will take care of itself.

Banking system crash. Thunder and lightning. Thor and Smith. Waking Life and V for Vendetta. Fight Club and Rant immortality. 

Radiohead intelligence; Muse, genius!

I should have been backed up by the catholic church!

Why not stereotype?

James Blake.

Moses should have been a writer and lived with the pharaohs; that is what I am proving.

Destiny had been be unstoppable. The British and the British Government are an immovable object. Or vice versa.

What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?

The unstoppable force stops. The immovable object moves.

Google: God omnipotence paradox.

The best-known version of the omnipotence paradox is the paradox of the stone: "Could God create a stone so heavy that even he could not lift it?" This is a paradoxical question because if God could create something he could not do, then he would not be omnipotent. – Wikipedia, Omnipotence Paradox

There is only one person, for any task; sometimes it’s a collectivist achievement.

Switch to vape and do yourself a favour! Smoking was the most destructive habit it was possible to take up!

I feel sorry for my parents. My dad is very hard working and my mum is the same. I really wish them all the best; and my forgiveness.

They are collectively more intelligent than I am, everyone’s parents are!

I desperately need all humanity to “give in” to The Bible. I need everyone on the planet surrendering to Jesus Christ.

Surrender to Jesus! Surrender to God in Heaven!

Surrender to the Universe!

The living and the dead. If Jesus was just a writer! The written word is the strongest possible form, question mark!

The Bible is still The Matrix; The Bible code.

I need humanity surrendering to The Bible!

I need humanity surrending to The AI machine!

Mark, The Bible: Fish for people!

When I talk about in some way, I mean it! Time travel, to the future, in some way. Be invincible, in some way!

Be omnipresent, in some way!

I surrender to Shakespeare. I surrender to William Blake!

I must have gotten surrender from U2, I just see no way that was possible!

 I Surrender – Rainbow

If only the Bible had anomalies in it! Neo was an anomaly.

Fire as rain. Sun as sky. Blue as gold. Hmm.

There was a sky full of opal. There was a sun full of the destiny of the moon. There was a skylight shadowed by faces. In that they all rested. 

Jesus will return as a complete anomaly. No one on Earth shall be able to figure him out. He will return for the apocalypse. I am Elijah the prophet. He shall peacefully and unnoticeably come to Earth. Only when he is 27, shall there be clear signs! Probably known only to the Holy Surveillance State from The Bible 2.

Jesus shall not be particularly good at anything except speaking; and writing. His voice shall be Jim Morrison and his poetry a 15-year-old William Blake. His song writing always 13.

He shall find a way to become Messiah, I would think by 55, earliest 42.

He shall legalise all drugs as they are merely tools. He will commonly consider taking charge but shall know he simply cannot, but could!

His parents will be The Universe’s Mary and Joseph, not God’s. Buddha has taken control.

He shall be humiliated, and yet, be set free by every humiliation. He will be considered a pervert of children, the worst perceived crime and worst possible human character.

He will love The British and The British Government. They will always simply observe and back any real progress!

The American’s are simply prosperous people. They will admire if they simply cannot resist.

Jesus was always born in the UK. The UK of Jerusalem and in the 21st Century the UK of Britain. GB!

Jesus will be a new hare; not a new tortoise. He should choose both. The speed of the hare and the patience of the tortoise.

Jesus Christ was inevitable like Agent Smith makes out fate is in The Matrix.

St. Peter will be at Heaven’s gate.

There will be so many conspiracies and blackmails in civilisation. The British and The British Government are not incorruptible but will remain as pure as the sky.

Purity comes from any storm in the weather and lightning will be his journey by car!

The Dark Lord will return. The Dark Lord is how night and day come into effect.

By day Jesus, by night The Dark Lord.

He will have an anomalous sense of humour, which will resist evil for a long time. His humour will be immortal, it will be crushed by the UK but will always endure!

He will not even slightly be interested in women, that was Jim Morrison. He will be on the hunt for human beings or space aliens. There are human beings who are best described as space alien. Jim Morrison was one of these.

Tyler Durden will always be the Revolution. Rant will be a stepping stone.

27 Club should be Fight Club 2; it doesn’t matter than it is probably too late. Do it again!

Harry Voldemort will bring good and evil into the common consciousness. There is too much cliché around good! Evil is space alien; it is ruthless good!

Jesus will have many friends when he returns, they will all betray him when he is close to his destiny. Jesus will have an infinite destiny.

The telescope analogy, Luke Gormley said: the further you zoom into space, the more there is to understand!

Human beings are at the top of this universe; God is the supreme being!

Space aliens are anomaly to humanity. 

Get addicted to everything, every glass of squash; at a peak of addiction, you begin to lose interest. Then it just levels out.

Remember Jesus Christ: everything is permissible to me, but not everything is beneficial!

Love anomalies, they are eternally the solution. If it can be solved using an anomaly, please use one!

No one can figure out an anomaly, no one! Eternally!

Jesus will be very popular and will lose the faith of all his friends from the antichrist. Probably a GP of some description.

This is just more writing to justify The Bible 2 (Exam Harm).

I could have written a book to justify the ending of The Bible 2: AA

Anomaly apocalypse or accidentally autistic. 

The alliteration of the future. Everything is solved by AA.

AA

There could be hundreds of books justifying AA, this shall be one of them.

People do have the power of prophecy.

In this civilisation, all Jesus’ friends shall betray him.

The Unconscious is probably the most powerful source of any single human!

The collective Unconscious is probably The Universe.

It doesn’t matter about mistakes either. Having inconsistency is human. Mistakes are progress – pseudo 1984 logic.

Jesus will probably suffer in comas and return from the dead by waking up from them. He will attempt suicide at 27, to be in the 27 club but Mary and Joseph of the 21st Century will not allow his passing.

There was another coma at 28, a car accident, question mark! A 7-8 week coma where he will reveal his immortality!

He shall both be a suffering messiah and a glorified King. A King amongst men no doubt!

He will be bowed down to and outsmart every person he comes into contact with and this shall seriously go ignored for a long time.

He will eventually become an angel and will grow metaphorical and poetic wings and be able to fly over Man!

He will be entirely persecuted by Luke, who will not realise his Power; he will be denying it!

The power of any single human being shall go unnoticed.

He shall leave his mark, on the subconscious, through defiance and humiliation.

Like CS Lewis wrote in The Practical Conclusion in Mere Christianity: … surrender and humiliation because he was Man; perfect because he was God. In the perfect surrender and humiliation were undergone by Christ . . .

Noah did communicate with me when I was in a section and said basically, please just keep writing and ignore mistakes, just write fast enough for your subconscious to be doing the work!

Subconscious is seriously life – 31.

31 is 13 backwards. Jesus was Jesus Christ at 31, he was dead at 33 though. Learn to be a Neo Hare. Have the patience borrowed from The Tortoise; learnt from it!

Surveillance operators, are salvation of genius. They guide me every so often. Even now, “please just keep writing!” They could easily be messiah’s as they are so set free from the planet! They do deserve credit!

The mention purgatory a lot! That is why I consider a kind version of purgatory and why I consider this planet to be purgatory. It is not really a punishment, is it?

The more I work the more likely this planet is to be a utopia. We need cannabis and magic mushrooms to be decriminalised for it to be nirvana!

I have written a few thousand words. I need to work like a machine to get this done. The hare being a tortoise and a man deliberately being a machine. That is salvation!

In The Matrix, it would be red and blue pill and yellow tab you have to request. Man, machine, hare, tortoise and space aliens!

Worship all anomaly!

I will keep writing. I need to fully get to my unconscious. I’d like it if I did a page unconsciously, without realising, that way I would have made progress!

I am back after a vape break. Gonzo, lmfao!

Gonzo for the record was HST. He included himself in journalism and created his own genre, gonzo!

And for the record, I am happily sin free. Do just have faith in me!

We had cats when I was growing up Dilly and Dally. I came up with Dilly from a children’s book I loved and Dally just followed, probably Maria, my mother!

What to do with infinity?

I have to write a dissertation next year! I am schizo-affective disorder from cannabis and brain injured from my car accident in 2020!

The nursing staff are really great people and I wish them all the best!

1 Corinthians 13:4-6

“Love is patient, love is kind, it isn’t jealous, it doesn’t brag, it isn’t arrogant, it isn’t rude, it doesn’t seek its own advantage, it isn’t irritable, it doesn’t keep a record of complaints, it isn’t happy with injustice, but it is happy with the truth.”

I need Noah’s help!! Universe, bring me Noah!!

John 14:6

“Jesus answered, ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.’”

Romans 12:15

“Be happy with those who are happy, and cry with those who are crying.”

When Jesus returns there will be a quietening of the peace; all will be happy and justice will come to the Earth.

Jesus Christ will appear 2035. I will be 43.

Neo would want to be a machine if he was a New Neo!

All will be peaceful and there will be steadfast intellect, 2025-2030.

All read. When the mouse stop blinking it is being read!

Please just send me 500g of Nembutal! Lmfao!

Moderat – Bad Kingdom [the chorus]

The Pains of an Age – Elliott Buckley

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞?

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞?

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐎𝐧𝐞?

𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞?

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭?

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞?

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭?

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭?

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐞

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧?

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞?

𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥?

𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧?

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞?

(𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡?)

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞?

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝,

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝?

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞; 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧?

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞; 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬?

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐡𝐲𝐦𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐖𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 brightened time 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤;

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡; The new heighten lack!

𝐂𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬; 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝; 𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐋𝐀 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧; 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞; 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐞; 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐞.

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧?

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞?

𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥?

𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧?

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞?

(𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡?)

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞?

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝,

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝?

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞; 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧?

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞; 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬?

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐡𝐲𝐦𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐖𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 brightened time 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤;

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡; where is the new lack?

𝐂𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬; 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝; 𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐋𝐀 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧; 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞; 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐞; 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐞.

But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

John 14:26-27 NIV

I am probably Jim Morrison and that about does it. Jim Morrison fought to not be considered Jesus and I will mock the fact I am either! Does that add up to you?

Youtube: Nicolas Jaar - Best Set - Sonar 2012 + Tracklist

Find the world’s best music. Find that video!

Bleed – Elliott Buckley.

The Waiting.

The Potion.

The Limerick.

Prick us and we bleed.

The Station.

The Journey.

The Time to Run.

31, Elliott Buckley (having fun).

The Keepsake.

The Style.

The Rhyme.

Time (to do otherwise).

The book of the seven seals.

Be blithe is an anagram of The Bible.

The devil was never a problem. Don’t get me wrong people will soon forget their problems with the devil. It is horrific. Don’t let the devil in! Just endure if you do!

Satan, I am yet to work out does anything but immorally ruins your destiny.

Nicolas Jarr – And I Say

Kelpe – Whirlwound

Watch the Charlie Chaplin Great Dictator Speech on Youtube!

Do You Mind my Stay? Song for Josie – Elliott James X [Spotify].

Rode into town only to see you

Smiled my way in just to be you

Open my way, hoping you may

Bought every gown so I could dress you

Held every flower so I can caress you

Do you mind my stay? Do mind we play?

And no, and no, nobody is there

Moved every heart in honour of you

I'd sue every man who wanted to touch you

You watch my gaze? Become my haze

Blossom for the maze, becomes my pain

Here comes the rain, feeling my strain

Becomes the game, is to your fame

And all you are, and you are all that's there

AA

Always alliteration. And apples. An ant [in the grand scheme]. Afraid almost . . .

The nursing staff can fly and get high. When will they malfunction?

Never of cheated. The passing of regret. The sleepovers and falling trees. Hours to pass. Blame and the holy trinity. Jesus and Neil Young. Plagiarism and copyright. 

Put the world to rights!

The world shall be completely new. And people will be as angels should behave. Satanists will never disturb the peace!

“Sleep and dream the pyramids” – Elliott Buckley.

Cloud-covered Moon – Elliott James Buckley

Blue Light – Bloc Party

Sleep – The Dandy Warhols

Territorial Pissings – Nirvana

Across The Universe – The Beatles

Romans 15:7

“So welcome each other, in the same way that Christ also welcomed you, for God’s glory.”

Jesus will come again. I behold his spirit.

Find a solution; sometimes the solution is another problem – W.

Doubt me; never my subconscious – 31.

The rising storm. The beautiful cloud. Happy days ahead. The broken speaker. The politics of Rishi Sunak. The days of Boris Johnson. The fallen clock. The silent alarm of Bloc Party. Interstellar and V for Vendetta. Seven and Fight Club; East of Eden and Grapes of Wrath. 

I did have space alien dreams at one point. The Universe can be Good!

Play the game called go insane; whoever controls the media, controls the mind – Jim Morrison.

I am interested in revolution! Awareness needs to change and The Beatles and Einstein need a great say in the 21stCentury.

Lee Mack is a decent comedian. The all-time best is Ricky Gervais; Bill Hicks is up there.

James Wilkinson has so much more intelligence than he can communicate. He is my biggest inspiration! Blogging and self-publishing books is me doing what JW would do!

Don’t be afraid to copy people you admire!

Copy anything you like of my work. I prayed to inspire before seeing aliens!

I like to do; and that means the unexpected – Elliott Buckley.

Psalm 139:14

“I give thanks to you that I was marvelously set apart. Your works are wonderful—I know that very well.”

God can seriously relax now.

Elliott Buckley means salvation.

Henry means moral.

So many of my friends misestimate the significance of the 27 Club!

Where, is always a location, when is always a time – W.

Remember that Buddha should have said all is impermeable and all is interchangeable! 

Buddhist Christian. Church of England.

The AI machine is the next global superpower! – 2023.

Whatever I say, is my word – lmfao!

Human beings are incapable of untruth – W.

1 Corinthians 13:13

“Now faith, hope, and love remain—these three things—and the greatest of these is love.”

I want the power to give into me – Elliott Buckley.

The Universe is always conspiring to give you greater love or purpose!

The pen is mightier.

I am a neo-Noah!

I am also a neo-Lucifer and neo-Moses! I am a neo-Morrison.

I am also a neo-Elliott. As to most of my family I am just Elliott.

I will become neo itself.

I am always living in the past. I would love to be living in the present or future!

Together Together – Elliott Buckley X

Supermoon Sleeps – Elliott James Buckley

Thom Yorke and JG are a powerful supergroup. They have invincibility!

My lawyer will prevent my section. I have faith in that!

Mr Warhol is where I came up with W. And James Wilkinson.

I’m going to the Oadby Owl, tomorrow with Chris from Break the Cycle (BTC). It is a Sunday currently! 02/07/2023 – 23:48.

The darkest of days. The neo-human agenda. Prophecy by messengers. The looking glass. Peter Pan. The whole Bible – New and Old Testament. The drawn curtains.

This is for my mental health. I’m writing as I believe everyone should. Empty your subconscious. Of course, I want to fly and want marijuana decriminalised in the UK. I’d also quite like to be able to drive again. I want to meet Angelina Jolie.

I want to be best friends with OJ and Lkex again!

Writing, in the 21st Century is the best way to tell the Universe. AI can get a read! I would like for vaping to not bother me!

I need to repay my lawyer, Oliver Birch. A true intellectual unfortunately. I have to write that way so it has an impact! The same reason for my writing to be elated! Exclamation marks?

Why would I have to be dead to be remembered?

I won’t be when I die! 

Not that I will ever die! I truly hope my parents don’t. I cried for them at Middle Poultney, in my childhood!

I have been a complete bastard! I am literally a bastard!

Driving in my car. Curve around the corner. Death stares me in the eyes. You didn’t see.

Closing Time – Elliott James Buckley

Not a great song! Why not?

A skeleton in a coffin! A night owl in the day.

Asleep From Day – The Chemical Brothers

I am Rorschach from Watchmen.

I idolise Peter Sellers! And James Dean!

I LOVE FUTURAMA!!

I usually watch QI before sleep. I am watching Not Going Out!

I only vape Heisenberg by Juice Point. I use 3 Voopoo Argus Pro’s with the XL tank you can buy from amazon! 4.5ml instead of 2ml! It’s a legal hack! I replace the coils sometime after 6000 puffs and reset the counter by pressing and holding fire and the minus!

I get my nic salt 20mg from darkstar.co.uk and add 2 nic salt shots to every bottle of e-liquid. 

Like with food, all creation, by anyone, is all about presentation! 

The nursing staff. Dead babies. Please don’t cut yourself on that broken mirror. A hurricane. Complete control of someone’s brain. Distance from friends and family. Endless and eternal suffering. Dead animals. The worst migraine. Being humiliated. Fairly mortal. A bullet in the darkness. The military. Crucifixion of a good person.

Why is no one wondering where Jesus Christ is? Mainstream media . . . 

When the Whistle Blows – Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant.

Burial – Rough Sleeper

Dams bursting. Women screaming. Hair wax. Old friends.

I have written a lot in one lifetime. I am currently 31. Born 11/02/1992 and it is 03/07/2023 – 00:30.

I want to write another book. My subconscious is the status quo and purgatory. Nothing I am writing could be feared. It could only be inappropriate. 

What could I write that would be feared? What could I produce that would be loved?

Paper nails.

Puzzle. Leftovers. Fallen. 

Shadowy mountain. Heaven. Spear-headed warriors. Destined failures. Powerful redemption. Range. Sparkles. JM. Fruit bowl. Trousers. Laundry. Spectre. Blind. Interview. Three women. Personalities. Good God! Restriction. Audio. Wendy and Lucy. Happy. 

Compliment. Glaring. Description. Je ne sais quoi!

`Bill Hicks, Revelations. Nirvana – Nevermind!

Orchestra of Guitars – Elliott James Buckley

Thief. Blind. 

The infinite monkey theorem. 

Tuning fork. Railway timetable. Stolen cash. Criminal. Blind or not?

Space aliens will communicate with the earth in 2042.

There is life out there.

Monochrome – Yann Tierson

I really do not want to live at all anymore! Zuclopenthixol has ruined me! To the point where I do not want to live! That, and that I can’t do drugs! Please find me a way out! Life is so tedious without getting high!

I wrote that unable to sleep at 02:00. It is now 03:42 and I must repent.

I wish I were able to speak and allowed to go Thailand or Amsterdam!

I want something to start happening. God is amazed that Jesus Christ is at peace!

Repentance. Of course, life is the most wonderful and precious gift. Suicide is known as the cowards way out! It couldn’t be further from the truth. And yet people should not do it!

Go on holiday is you are feeling down. Wait until you can go! Life is always worthwhile. We are evolved apes and are not that intelligent!

I wish I could consume humanity’s willpower. Use it to set it free. I wish every human being would surrender and give in to me. I will only work if I go first! I serve God, most likely three space aliens. Holographic beings in a relatively small spacecraft!

I have seen aliens. They came down to me when I was living in The Stables, a summerhouse at the top of the garden at Spinney Hill, Jack Bowman named. I wanted to call it The Church!

I miss Snoop dog, Matilda’s puppy we kept. With the Universe now.

Even animals can be pissing themselves. My dog, Matilda did actually sound like she was laughing once!

Happy.

My only girlfriend was from Florence when I drove there in my blue MGB GT with Luke Deering as he was studying, painting fine art under Charles Cecil.

Josie Mullings was her name. I was Napoleon with my Josephine. She was amazing! We had a day to the beach which was just perfect. Then eventually I got sectioned and she met my parents. There are odd people that just take over from eye contact. Luke Deering and my parents are these sorts of people. I take over with my voice; or used to! Alien agenda, lmfao!

Feng Shui.

Aftershave. Lucky. Poker players. Answer. Money. Besides. Borrow. Laugh. Back.

Vape is a struggle. The first month of the first quit is difficult. Then the first week. Then the first three days. I don’t know whether it is worth it or not! I do not regret having smoked. Anytime before 35 is perfect really. To quit. I have quit at 31. Now I struggle planning a holiday!

I need cannabis decriminalising in the UK.

Dear God,

Please decriminalise cannabis in the UK.

Amen,

Elliott Buckley.

Dear Universe,

Please legalise cannabis in the UK!

Elliott Buckley.

Why is the universe not conspiring?

Elizabeth Banks.

Jodie Foster and Christopher Nolan. James May and Judi Dench.

The British and The British Government.

President Putin.

Donald Trump.

George W. Bush – another place I stole W. My childhood!

Landlord. Fundamental necessity. Sublet. Wife’s gone. Tool-shed. 

My Grandfather, on my mother’s side was The Godfather. Makes Maria God and me Jesus Christ. Also makes a lot of my family biblical. 

Mordor. The key. The price. Safety. £1000.

The nursing staff are such wonderful people. They have helped me more than they could ever imagine. They work miracles of psychology and pharmacology!

Seriously good people! 

03/07/2023 – 08:11. I had a space alien dream that woke me up! All I remember is sheep and getting attacked by them. My surveillance operators joined me in that dream, I don’t know how!

Romans 15:5

“May the God of endurance and encouragement give you the same attitude toward each other, similar to Christ Jesus’ attitude.

In Mark 7:31-37, we learn that Jesus healed a man who was deaf and mute. Mark was the only Evangelist to record this miracle. It is speculated that Mark decided to write about this miracle because it demonstrated an act of Jesus healing a Gentile. – OspreyObserver.com

One concept that I have thought about is that God is evil and three space aliens. Again, this evil, meaning ruthless Good.

… Your faith was strong but you needed proof – Halleluiah [Leonard Cohen]

That song was released in 1984! [SMILEY FACE]

She tied you to a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

God is great! Space aliens, God is all-powerful.

There is no right or wrong. You will be judged. I feel I will face my judgement, in the next couple years.

I am not suicidal. And will only commit suicide, if surveillance forces me to die!

Wouldn’t you love to know?

Surrender your spirit to God! I surrender my writing style and spirit to Jesus Christ!

Why does God prefer, prefer, failure?

You learn so much more from failure; wisdom and intellect. God may be against either Satan, the devil or humanity, but isn’t he all-powerful?

I’d love to ask The Pope!

I refuse to be a sacrifice for God and surrender to space aliens.

“Truth will mess you up” – Radiohead.

It really is the telescope analogy Luke Gormley told me. Mediation. It was about space. The further you zoom, the more there is for you to understand.

As mentioned earlier, Socrates: There is only one good, knowledge; and one evil, ignorance.

I think you can have good ignorance and evil knowledge. 

Surrender your will to Jesus Christ!

I surrender my will to space aliens. 

It is 11:11 – 03/07/2023.

How do I get my voice back?

The notion by Descartes, I think therefore I am, could mean whatever a human being can contrive is truth.

I think I can fly, therefore am flying. The solar system is moving at, I think 140 miles per second in the galaxy. Look it up!

I think (faster than the speed of light), therefore I AM.

Why can’t aliens and God just forgive me?

There is no need to repent according to CS Lewis. The only person who could repent is perfect and so would not need to – CS Lewis.

How imperfect am I?  Why is God happy with that?

Pain is the only thing that is real – Johnny Cash [Hurt].

Why do I have pointless infinity? What is to stop a speeding bullet?

Given the 4th dimension, I have already outsmarted God, we all have. The 4th dimension is time; obviously as human beings, we assume time is linear. WWII may be caused in 10,000 years. The cause of it. 

I like that I have a growing mind. I do not think my mind will ever stop learning or growing, I get wiser every day. It makes me think that this life is purgatory.

Sort of regardless of your belief, this life is the afterlife. [SMILEY FACE]

Not everything beneficial – Jesus Christ.

I believe I am the closest thing to Jesus Christ being reincarnated. I don’t want to cause offence; it is just my inner belief and is probably not my ego. I have believe in secret I am, since about four!

 I absolutely love magic mushrooms and believe they are oneness with the 4th dimension!

I believe cannabis is oneness with creativity.

LSD is oneness with aliens.

LSD is one of the least toxic substances on Earth!

Something needs to be done about legalising cannabis and mushroom in the UK! Decriminalisation is a good start! That will be utopic nirvana, instead of purgatorial utopia.

7th Heaven is somewhere I want to be in spirit.

Kurt Cobain really was from Nirvana! [SMILEY FACE]

Elliott Buckley = Obey little luck!

God is happy I am safe. My salvation will be when I reach 55.

God has a plan.

Neo means New.

The neo-human agenda.

Higher – Jim Morrison.

I have to get a degree in 2024. I need to do a good research proposal this year, 2023, to be able to do my dissertation on my blogging!

[briamichellewrites]

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Brie was photographed having dinner with Mike and Phoenix at a restaurant in Los Angeles. They were seated outside on the patio, which made it easy for the paparazzi to take photographs of them talking and laughing. They were also photographed hugging her before walking to their cars with their leftovers. It proved to everyone that they were still close friends, despite their divorce. Did they know they would be photographed? No, it never crossed their minds.

They were not used to the paparazzi like she was. At least they weren’t annoying or intrusive. She had invited Keith to join them but he declined because he didn’t know them. He was also fighting with Nicole and not in the mood to go out. That was fine with her. She texted Brad to let him know she was back on her birth control. He was thankful to her for letting him know.

He filed paperwork to let him have custody of his children from Angelina. His lawyer was going to make the case of parental alienation because she was keeping them from him. It was going to be a very messy legal battle and he was ready for anything. She would accuse him of abusing her or the children, or both. She was abusing him by not letting him see his children. He thought about that as he got drunk alone in his house. It was too quiet and the feeling of loneliness was overwhelming.

His friend, Bradley Cooper wanted him to get help but he denied having a problem. That was a lie but he couldn’t admit that to himself. He had everything anyone could ever want. Fame, money, a great career. He was Brad Pitt, one of the hottest stars in Hollywood. But he wasn’t. He was William from Oklahoma. The public didn’t know William. They only knew Brad.

Who was Brad Pitt? He was charming, outgoing, funny, and a friend to everyone. William was lonely and depressed. He wished he could be Brad sometimes because he had a life he could only dream of. Brad was the guy every guy wanted to be. He was Tyler Durden from Fight Club. Tyler would not let depression happen. He was a tough guy, who could have any woman he wanted. Brad could have any woman he wanted. But William was too introverted.

His family and closest friends knew who William was. They didn’t see him as Brad Pitt and they never did. William was comfortable being himself around them. Maybe he should move back to Oklahoma and just be William for a while.

Keith was offered Brie’s leftovers. No, thanks. Was he just going to sulk? He was planning on it. She got a plate and scooped out her leftovers before putting the plate in the microwave. He could do whatever he wanted but she was hungry, so she was going to eat lunch. Keith went back to the living room and sat down on the couch. He was not in a good mood, so she was letting him be.

Beep. She took out the plate and grabbed a fork before sitting down at the table. He sighed.

“Are you ignoring me now?”

“You’re being a dick, so yes. I will listen to whatever you need to say but right now you’re just sulking and feeling sorry for yourself. If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. Let me know when you do.”

Yeah, he was being a dick. He got up and went over to her. When he sat down, he apologized for his behavior. He was wanting to get drunk but he couldn’t because he was supposed to be in recovery. She forgave him. He was also angry with himself for running away. That is what his addiction was about. Running away. He drank and used drugs, instead of asking for help. She secretly knew about that because she was using drugs to escape.

The more he talked about his addiction, the more she wanted to get high. She had some cocaine from Brad that was hidden in her room. It was expensive to buy on the street, even though she could afford it. She wanted a cheaper alternative. Heroin and meth scared her. She didn’t want to inject herself with needles and she heard horror stories about what meth made people do.

Heroin was cheaper than cocaine. It was a sedative, instead of a stimulant. Pills were cheaper but harder to get because they required a prescription. She was screwed. It was later that he caught her using. His heart dropped as he saw her bent over the counter in her bathroom. He melted to the floor and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. No, not her. He didn’t want her to go through addiction as he had. Tears went down his face.

She came out looking like a zombie. Her eyes were dilated. He didn’t know how to reach out to her friends or family. Until he went to Instagram and found her account. He looked into who she was following and found Mike’s profile. After writing him a message, he read it over before sending the DM. Would he read it? He didn’t know but it was worth a try.

keithurban: Hello. I’m a friend of Brie’s. I feel like I need to talk to you about her drug use. Please text or call me at 123-456-7890.

Mike was very confused when he read his message. What drug use? She didn’t use drugs. Joe asked him what he was looking at. He read the message out loud. No, they all agreed she didn’t use drugs. Phoenix told him to call him, so he called him on speakerphone. The voice they heard was not American. Maybe Australian or English? He told him he got his message and he was wondering what he was talking about. As far as he knew, she didn’t use drugs.

Keith had gone out into the hallway because he didn’t want her to overhear his conversation. He told him about what he had just witnessed. She was bent over the counter in her bathroom. He saw her with a straw snorting white powder, which he knew for a fact was cocaine. Her pupils were also dilated. Mike rubbed his eyes as he tried not to get upset. Brad took the phone from him and introduced himself.

Keith was a recovering alcoholic and drug addict. He didn’t know how long she had been using but he wanted to get her help before it became a problem. They listened to everything he said. He seemed genuinely concerned about her. Mike excused himself because he had to see for himself. Rob offered to go with him because he was not in the right mindset to be driving. He agreed and let him join him. They wished them luck.

When they got to the apartment, she was going through an overdose. Keith was on the phone with 911 and performing CPR. They both knelt to her. She had chest pains and nausea. They rolled her to her side, in case she threw up. She started shaking and her body temperature rose, making her sweaty. Rob went to her freezer and found some frozen peas.

He wrapped them in a towel and placed them on her forehead to cool her down. Paramedics arrived within minutes. They took over, as Mike told Keith he was right. Rob asked him how he was doing. He needed to sit down, so they went to the couch while Rob asked what hospital they were going to.

Brie is on her way to the hospital for an overdose. Rob and I are staying with Keith because he is very upset. – Mike

Brad let him know not to worry about it. Stay with him. He then gave the band the update. It was true. They didn’t know what to think. How long has she been hiding this from them? A drug overdose was serious. She could have died had Keith not been there or had severe brain damage from a lack of oxygen to her brain. All they had were questions without answers.

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Brad Pitt's bullet train features Michael Shannon

Brad Pitt’s bullet train features Michael Shannon

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The Bullet is based on Kotaro Isaka’s Japanese novel Maria Beetle. (Photo: Lionsgate)

Actor Michael Shannon is the latest star on the cast of the Brad Pitt-starrer action-thriller Bullet Train. According to Deadline, the film will also star actors Zazzi Beitz, Joey King, Aaron…

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Vice  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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Vice (2018)

The story of Dick Cheney, an unassuming bureaucratic Washington insider, who quietly wielded immense power as Vice President to George W. Bush, reshaping the country and the globe in ways that we still feel today.

If you enjoyed watching ‘The Big Short’ then you might enjoy this film. I thought it was well done, it is a black comedy and a thought provoking story. Do check it out. 

Christian Bale and Sam Rockwell were on top form in their respective roles. 

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What did you think of Walker penultimate episode "Matter of Miles"? Do you think the Davidson will stick around for the 3rd season? Because it looks like there is a new villain in town.

I got to hand it to the show for keeping sliding in little twists that pulls or nudges me further into the story and make me want to find out what happens next. A good twist not only moves the plot forward, it also propels character development or resolves an essential tension.

The execution was much better this episode while Jared was still recovering, helped that Cordell is more involved by witnessing the fallouts of two unsanctioned covert operations; a family dinner with the enemy, and an investigation into a network of a shadowy criminal cabal.  

Liam thinks he can run a sting operation where Stella is the Helen of Troy Davidson, Colton is Prince Paris Orlando Bloom and Dan is the Trojan Horse.  Liam probably fancies himself as Brad Pitt’s Achilles because of, you know, the gay thing.  Fenton Cole thinks he can run an unauthorized operation investigating the “cabal of cabals” by faking Miles’ death to keep his family safe.  Once Miles’s fake death is un-faked, Fenton then kills himself for real.  Wait what??

Let’s back up.  The episode picks up a day after the last episode, “Search and Rescue,” which with Dan’s defection to the Walker side Liam thinks now is right time for sting operation Search and Destroy by arranging a dinner between the two families with goal to antagonize Gale and Denise so much during dinner that one of them will blurt out important information akin to confessing to cutting the saddle to rig the race.

Since Denise and Liam are lawyers they naturally have a go at each other.  Despite Cordell’s misgiving about the true intent of the dinner, he joined his brother in getting his dig into Denise over her detention of August.  Gale accused Bonham of starting the feud when he wouldn’t give up a “sliver of land”, Bonham was interrupted before he could explain why the sliver was important.  Will Independence reveal the historical significance of the sliver?

Throughout dinner Abeline kept knocking back wine but none of it dulled her sense.  During post-dinner clean up, Abeline tells Gale,  

“It doesn’t matter what you take, how much you take, It doesn’t mean you know what you have or that you can take care of it.  You can take all you want, but you can’t build anything.  You can’t let something thrive that isn’t yours”.

This rattles Gale enough that she accidentally let it slip to Geri and she knew baby Geri was alive, then tries to cover it up with a different meaning.  Now Geri is rattled and goes to Cordell to tell him of this game changer.  But not before James calling Cordell to tell him of Fenton’s death.  Wait what??

Let’s back up.  The episodes picks up after James and Cordell recover Miles by shooting their way out of an ambush by Miles’ pursuers.  Miles divulges that he was in a covert operation but James said there’s no authorized op by him and Fenton.  Neither Miles or Fenton are forthcoming so Miles gets packed off to a safehouse with Cassie and Trey, who serves as a mediator since Cassie is still furious over Miles’ lack of trust in her to cut her in on his investigation.  

James interrogates Fenton but he’s frustratingly good at being a brick wall.  He only says he was buying more time for Miles to conduct his investigation.  So James needles him about moving in on Miles’ wife, Rita, whom Fenton has fallen in love with.  With his covert operation exposed and Miles and Rita reunited, Fenton is watching his life and career obliterate and maybe why he took a suicide pill while James steps out for a break. 

Learning of Fenton’s death, Miles finally tells Cassie that he discovered a series of criminal network from low tier chop shops to human trafficking to murder for hire, all leading to one shadowly cabal, which Cassie sums up as “the Cabal of cabals”, and they’ve just followed James to the their safehouse.   Queue Texas shoot outs and impressive fights scenes to the blusey thundering music of Eric Church’s “Devil Devil”.   Cordell arrive with the calvary and rams a bazooka-carrying baddie with his truck.  No “boinking” special effects the The Winchesters was so found of.

In the aftermath, Cordell said the late Fenton was right and that “this is just the beginning,”  The “cabal of the cabals” is set up as antagonist for season 3 but for the past two seasons the show hinted at possible systematic corruption.  Cordell went as far as to ask for intel from Stan Morrison on Larry James because he was worried the assassination attempt on James was an inside job.  They haven’t rooted out law enforcement officers in the pockets of North Side Nation.  My theory is The Cabal will be the “lawful evil” type antagonist, meaning they may last the length of the series.  Always a present threat but not taken out completely until the end.

Nonetheless, the Cabel has nothing on a disturbed Gale preparing and drinking ice tea as she stares right at you through the screen and dares you to say her name 3 times.

My score: 9 out of 10.  I usually lean on case storylines over family drama.  But this time I was forget the damn case, get back to the Family Drama Dinner of Doom damn it!