#Cali Felix

[anthonyvcrivello]

Another wonderful review for the independent film #theomroheist, this one from #ryanjay #NBC #NBCMilwaukee #TheMorningBlend Thanks Ryan - gratitude !!! https://www.tmj4.com/shows/the-morning-blend/ryan-jay-reviews-star-trek-section-31-the-omro-heist-and-presence

[saintsir4n]

RUSH

Teasers:

Wattpad Story link

Story:

Prologue cast list saltburn 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Epilogue

Fluff:

Smut:

Angst:

Wings of an angel

[alkosims]

i, too, look at aria like that 🥵 ^

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[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in May 2024 🌈

🌈 Good morning, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

[ Release dates may have changed. ]

❤️ Farzana's Spite - Felix Graves 🧡 Archangels of Funk - Andrea Hairston 💛 How It Works Out - Myriam Lacroix 💚 Queer History A to Z - Robin Stevenson, Vivian Rosas 💙 Queerceañera - Alex Crespo 💜 Second Night Stand - Karelia Stetz-Waters, Fay Stetz-Waters ❤️ You Can Call Me Cooper - Cali Kitsu 🧡 Gooseberry - Robin Gow 💛 Grand Slam Romance - Ollie Hicks, Emma Oosterhous 💙The Witches of Silverlake - Simon Curtis, Stephanie Son 💜 Drawn to the Enemy - Barbara Winkes 🌈 The Truth of Our Past - Heather Leighson

❤️ Infaust - T.D. Cloud, Ambi Sun 🧡 Garner for Gold - Catherine Labadie 💛 The Z Word - Lindsay King-Miller 💚 Snake Charming - Genevieve McCluer 💙 The 7-10 Split - Karmen Lee 💜 Loving Jemima - Sienna Waters ❤️ The Potion Gardener - Arden Powell 🧡 A Swift and Sudden Exit - Nico Vincenty 💛 The Worst Ronin - Maggie Tokuda-Hall, Faith Schaffer 💙 Murray Out of Water -Taylor Tracy 💜 The Guncle Abroad - Steven Rowley 🌈 The Weight of What Was - Pip Landers-Letts

❤️ The Amazing Alpha Tau Pledge Project - Lisa Henry, Sarah Honey 🧡 I Met Death & Sex Through My Friend, Tom Meuley - Thom Vernon 💛 Malicia - Steven dos Santos 💚 The Sins on Their Bones - Laura R. Samotin 💙 SLUTS: Anthology - Michelle Tea 💜 You Should Be So Lucky - Cat Sebastian ❤️ Death's Country - R.M. Romero 🧡 Cinema Love - Jiaming Tang 💛 The Brides of High Hill - Nghi Vo 💙 Emma - Jenna Kent 💜 Wish We Were There - Lionel Hart 🌈 A Troublemaker in Her Eyes - Genta Sebastian

❤️ I Make Envy on Your Disco - Eric Schnall 🧡 Lavash at First Sight - Taleen Voskuni 💛 Queer Power Couples - Hannah Murphy Winter, Billie Winter 💚 In Repair - A.L. Graziadei 💙 A Heart Divided - Angie Williams 💜 Long After We Are Gone - Terah Shelton Harris ❤️ The Queen of Steeplechase Park - David Ciminello 🧡 Lunar Boy - Jes Wibowo, Cin Wibowo 💛 Hot Boy Summer - Joe Jiménez 💙 Sunhead - Alex Assan 💜 The Summer Love Strategy - Ray Stoeve 🌈 Into the Mouth of the Wolf - Erin Gough

❤️ The Girl in Question - Tess Sharpe 🧡 The Lost Erwain - Mariah Stillbrook 💛 Starfire - Naomi Hughes 💚 Adrift - Sam Ledel 💙 Shanghai Murder - Jessie Chandler 💜 April May June July - Alison B. Hart ❤️ A Bone in His Teeth - Kellen Graves 🧡 Cabin Fever - Tagan Shepard 💛 Don't Be a Drag - Skye Quinlan 💙 The Ride of Her Life - Jennifer Dugan 💜 The Redemption of Daya Keane - Gia Gordon 🌈 Nearlywed - Nicolas DiDomizio

❤️ The Sunforge - Sascha Stronach 🧡 The End of Time - Trudie Skies 💛 Silent Ones - Melissa Polk 💚 Prime Time Travelers - Neil Laird 💙 My Darling Dreadful Thing - Johanna van Veen 💜 The Honey Witch - Sydney J. Shields ❤️ Spitting Gold - Carmella Lowkis 🧡 Last Chance - Claire Highton-Stevenson 💛 Road Home - Rex Ogle 💙 Only for Convenience - Shannon O'Connor 💜 Linus and Etta Could Use a Win - Caroline Huntoon 🌈 Finding Molly Parsons - Alyson Root

❤️ Breathe: Journeys to Healthy Binding - Maia Kobabe, Dr. Sarah Peitzmeier 🧡 See You Next Month - Jamey Moody 💛 Until You Say My Name - Tatum Schroeder 💚 Disembark - Jen Currin 💙 True Love and Other Impossible Odds - Christina Li 💜 Flyboy - Kasey LeBlanc ❤️ Thirsty - Jas Hammonds 🧡 Hands Off - N. Slater 💛 Flooded Secrets - Claudie Arseneault 💙 The Deer and the Dragon - Piper C.J. 💜 To Be Loved - Frank G. Anderson 🌈 Snowblooded - Emma Sterner-Radley

❤️ Blood Remains - Cathy Pegau 🧡 Blood on the Tide - Katee Robert 💛 We Were the Universe - Kimberly King Parsons 💚 Loyalty - E.J. Noyes 💙 Spirits and Sirens - Kelly Fireside 💜 Clean Kill - Anne Laughlin ❤️ The Worst Perfect Moment - Shivaun Plozza 🧡 Oye - Melissa Mogollon 💛 Here for the Wrong Reasons - Annabel Paulsen, Lydia Wang 💙 Exhibit - R.O. Kwon 💜 Experienced - Kate Young 🌈 Parenting with Pride - Heather Hester

❤️ Road to Ruin - Hana Lee 🧡 Meet Me in Berlin - Samantha L. Valentine 💛 The Advice Columnist - Cade Haddock Strong 💚 where lost & hopeless things go - Bryony Rosehurst 💙 Pit Stop - Ellis Mae 💜 The Switchboard - Christina K. Glover ❤️ In the Shallows - Tanya Byrne 🧡 Have You Seen This Girl - Nita Tyndall 💛 Another First Chance - Robbie Couch 💙 The Only Light Left Burning - Erik J. Brown 💜 Keepers of the Stones and Stars - Michael Barakiva 🌈 A Little Kissing Between Friends - Chencia C. Higgins

[thatssosussex]

Colombia Day 4- For their final engagement in Colombia, The Duke and Duchess of Sussex made an appearance at the Petronio Music Festival in Cali, a vibrant celebration renowned for its dedication to Afro-Colombian music and dance. Held at the Unidad Deportiva Alberto Galindo Sports Complex, this annual festival is the world’s largest tribute to Afro-Colombian heritage, attracting hundreds of thousands of visitors each year for a vibrant display of music, food, art, and fashion. ⁣(8/18/24)

⁣Meghan wore a dress by Andres Otalora, a pair of “Felix” chunky hoop earrings by Tres Almas jewelry, both are Colombian based designers, and a pair of Aquazzura sandals.⁣

⁣⁣⁣

[names-galore]

Cat Themed Names

Includes masculine, feminine, and androgynous names.

Cali

Calico

Cat

Catina

Cato

Catus

Chat

Chaton

Cheshire

Claw

Cougar

Demeter

Dutchess

Fayline

Felicia

Felix

Felli

Figaro

Freya

Garfield

Gata or Gato

Grizabella

Kat or Katz

Kit

Kitty

Leo

Leon

Lynx

Mau

Milo

Nala

Paw

Salem

Sphinx

Sylvester

Tabby

Tabitha

Tigris

Tom

Whisker

[v0idb4by-blog]

SYSTEM LIST!!(with small descriptions)

void/ollie (core/host) otherkin/therian (he/they/it)

morals (protector) source: blueycapsules (she/they)

crymson (anger holder) (he/him)

bad (bpd/depression holder) (he/they)

candy(little, neurodivergent symptom holder) (he/she/they)

licorice (littlex, depression holder) (she/they)

bloodlust (berserker) (she/it)

susie (anger holder) source: deltarune (she/him)

kris (no role) source: deltarune (he/they)

ralsei (protector) source: deltarune (they/them)

the rage (berserker) (it/its)

alphys (alter former) source: undertale (she/they)

undyne (no role) source: undertale (she/him)

snatcher (ex fictionkin) source: a hat in time (he/him)

gobby (collector) (he/they)

husky (sexual alter) (he/her)

eek (fear holder) (it/its)

syrup (alter assistant) source: syrup and the ultimate sweet (she/he/they)

rigby (no role) source: regular show (he/him)

mordecai (no role) source: regular show (he/him)

peter (paraphilia holder) source: your boyfriend (he/him)

yumi (hypersexual, bpd holder) (she/her)

beastmaster (insider) (she/her)

felix (sexual protector) (she/he/they)

mk.♾️ (botmate) source: guardian tales (she/her)

at0m (Z.Os) (botmate) (she/her)

blurr (dissonaut) (it/its)

the shopkeeper (insider) (it/its)

the maskmaker (insider) (it/its)

the blank (numb alter) (it/its)

EYE (insider) (it/its)

cal (no role) source: zero day (he/him)

andre (no role) source: zero day (he/him)

cali (no role) source: zero day (she/they)

andrea (no role) source: zero day (she/he)

freakdre (andre #2) (no role) source/zero day (he/him)

N (no role) source: murder drones (he/him)

Uzi (no role) source: murder drones (she/they)

Cyn/Solver (no role) source: murder drones (she/it)

Monk (protector) source: rain world (he/they)

Surv (no role) source: rain world (he/they)

Green (no role) source: rain world (it/its)

If you got this far, thanks for reading! :) we all appreciate you <3

[our-future-is-up-to-us-2]

Float

It's Amado time boiiiii (Fic number 7) @narcosfandomdiscord

Enjoy <3

Prompt #2, Book Of Fuck-Ups: Righteous indignation glo-up aka fanwork that corrects a plot misstep or writing blunder that bugs the shit outta you

Word Count: 740

Relationships: Amado Carrillo Fuentes/Marisol, Amado Carrillo Fuentes & Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo

Warnings: Canonical (yet minor) character death

~ Read the fic under the cut ~

Amado Carrillo Fuentes is a high-up henchman. 

Because, under the rule of Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo, he’s managing the transport, but has to comply with Felix's every move. 

Besides, he isn’t made for the drug cartels… So he thinks. In his early days, he had to spend time working out where he belonged, how to start a movement, where the best places exist to stash cocaine, and how to smoothly make transactions. 

Now, he knows almost every trick of the trade, but he still can’t get away with making important phone calls. 

At least, not without Felix rattling on, “Amado, hey? Who’s calling? Tijuana, or Sinaloa? We’re preparing the shipment with Cali, have they responded in kind?” 

Amado can only let go of the phone, letting out a sigh and mumbling some bullshit that Felix doesn’t bother to decode. 

***

Finally, they all break away. Not just him. 

It’s a formal declaration, it’s an official management decision… The Arellano family holds control over Tijuana, Chapo and Azul over Sinaloa, and Amado over Juarez. They’ll keep their contacts with each other, but with such a split, there’s independence. 

They clink their glasses and drink to their newfound freedom, all the while, no one spares their previous leader a glance. 

Amado can make as many phone calls as he likes. He can branch out, finally, extending further than their cartel kingpin circle… 

Because whether Felix knew that his people had lives or not, it doesn’t matter. But, the truth is, they’re all as human as they come. 

***

He dials a number faster than any other. 

When the line connects, he sighs, letting out the tension wound up in his body, and he speaks. 

“Hey… Hey, I’m so sorry. I’m deep in the business now. Not just deep, but high. I’ve got an entire plaza to manage, at my disposal… Yes, yes, of course, I miss you, my love– That’s why I’m calling now–” 

The voice on the other end is fierce and unrelenting, withholding its softness… But it still manages to break through. 

Amado listens, learns, chips in where he can, often receiving scolding in response: Deep in the business?! Right, that’s why you haven’t been here. For years, you’ve abandoned us! Little Anna…  

He chokes up at hearing that. Little Anna. 

He sends them money, as much as he can manage, keeping them afloat. 

Well, being afloat can only go so far in this world. People can only last so long before they sink. 

They talk for a little while longer before they hang up. He runs a hand through his black hair and stares at the ceiling for a while. 

He’ll have to make it up to them. Now, he’s able to. He’s not tied up in the madness of others, instead, he’s at the centre of madness. Juarez belongs to him, after all. 

He can make his own decisions… And if that means calling Marisol every day, then so be it. No one can tell him otherwise. 

***

Two weeks on, he gets another call, and smiles as he hears her voice. 

Yes, they struggle, they’re doing things in unconventional ways, with marriage and contact and all the rest, but he’s tethered to it. He has all the opportunity in the world to stay tethered to his family. 

Well, so he hopes, so he thinks, so he dreams. 

When kingpin Amado, ruler of Juarez, hears what he hears next, he crumbles. 

He takes the first flight back home, and if anyone asks him why, he’ll say it’s confidential. Undisclosed. Maybe it’s better to write it off as ‘unimportant business’, even though Marisol means the world to him. 

Even though Little Anna meant the world to him. 

He’s missed the burial and he’s grovelling at Marisol’s knees, desperate to see his daughter, to try and make things right. 

“She’s grown a lot since the last time you saw her.” She tells him, brows furrowed and arms crossed. 

Well, no shit! Amado wants to scream, She’s grown so much, she’s lived a life without me there… And now she’s dead?  

He’ll just have to transport more coke, get on more flights, manage his business the way he wants to run it. If he’s greeted by his family with non-stop phone calls and a death, well… He’ll bury himself in his work. 

He could take some cocaine, while he’s at it. It might just numb out the pain, and put him back on track.  

[doueverwonder]

Marcella Alverez, personification of the state of Florida! Sometimes goes by Marcy, but ONLY when she's in the mood. Sometimes you call her that and get nothing but the worst glare in response.

Top 3 insane states.

is actually older than Alfred, and at very most considers him an annoying brother >:|

She was trusted with all the souths braincells and lost them and now the whole region is screwed

stage 4 terminal case of the Mondays, it's too late for her.

regularly gets put in charge of corralling the Southwest bc she not afraid to threaten Tex and Cali with violence

Also tho the entire Southwest calls her Tía Marcella, but ONLY when they want something. The rest of the states would never dare call her that.

She's a mom actually, her kids are Felix (Conch Republic) and Oliver (British West Florida); she rlly is a pretty good mom but is convinced she's not.

Is closer to Marcos (Puerto Rico) than any of the states.

Out of the states tho her and Louisiana got a fun relationship going; someone give them a buddy cop movie

If u piss Marcy off and PR shows up he's there for your protection, if you piss her off and Lou shows up fuckin' RUN

Doesn't actually drink that much, ppl think she does but it's all virgin stuff.

Prefers to speak Spanish over English, like legit gets sad if she goes too long without speaking Spanish. Once forgot a word in Spanish but could remember it in English and lost her whole sense of identity in .2 seconds.

Cries over Disney movies

just sobbing in the theater "we used to be best buddies,,, and now we're not,,,,"

lives in one of those Spanish style houses y'know that's stucco with the red tile roof.

Calls Jimmy Buffet her "guilty pleasure"

if u see a Florida woman headline it's her

that's all

[saintsir4n]

I just found your account (obsessed with your writing 🫶) do you think you’d ever make an epilogue of the rest of the Catton family finding out they passed the best morning? The relationships you created between cali and the cattons show they loved her and viewed her as one of their own.

Absolutely loved the story !! 💙💙

WINGS OF AN ANGEL

warnings: death, grieving and mentions of murder

——

HER wings were matted in the lake she resided in, swaying back and forth as she remained face down, lifeless amongst the lilypads.

The white costume she sported now faded with the water and the rising sunlight. It was pure no more.

Poor little Calypso Danforth, like the goddess of the sea, was always set to deter someone from their goals. But clearly this time she didn’t deter someone from theirs. They succeeded, whomever they were. Look at her, even in death she was captivating. The pool beneath her was not the making of the blokes that would salivate with their lust, but the body of water that filled her burning lungs and stopped her beating heart. And Felix… lovely and kindhearted Felix wasn’t there to stop her from slipping, because now she drowned.

“Farleigh!” Venetia cried out when they finally waded through the lake, discovering their sister in arms. How long she had been dead they had no clue. The weight of her body as they tried to drag it out of the water was heavy, her face lacking colour and her eyes blown wide. Yet an empty smile rested on her face. “No, no, no!”

Sobs wrecked through Farleigh as he lifted her out and shook her body, begging whoever that she could come back.

MJ was still buried in the sheets of his bed, blissfully unaware of what they had uncovered. The horror of the morning light, the terror that filled their chests as they wailed and hoped it wasn’t true.

Calypso was a siren.

She kept her head above water, watching her prey until she finally became them. Was this international? They couldn’t tell. It had to be, because Felix, wouldn’t allow this. Not to Cali, not their troublesome lifelong friend.

Felix loved her, and she loved him.

He would be heartbroken, no, so so much worse. Especially if he was near the seen of the crime. He couldn’t be far, at least what they thought.

But their wonders and beliefs were cut short when a gut-wrenching scream flooded their ears and stiffened their movements.

And with that, the dove Calypso sought after only hours before, flew away.

——

rest up my wonderful calypso.

[alkosims]

meanwhile, petros and bowen enjoyed a delicious meal inside:

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[shutth3puckup]

summer 2022 they went everywhere together. the Cali trip at the winery (and her posting the story with his long sleeve shirt plus commenting on his ig post). Then they were in NYC where a fan spotted Auston and Megan has the story of him riding the bike with Felix, same outfit as the fan pic at Central park. Then she was in AZ on the desert buggies with his sister Alex, his manager Judd and friend Trevor and also Freddie.

I think summer 2022 they were already a pretty serious couple to commit all that time traveling together for weeks and hang out with his friends and fam.

Oh I know they had trips together, they also went to Mexico that summer for a couple days. But come that fall when he was introducing her to people he wasn’t calling Megan his gf.

And Megan (like always) was rarely around his family. Alex would post stories with him/ at his house and Megan would be with her sister or even out of the state.

And it’s not that serious to travel when both people are off work for 3 months and one of them is loaded. Given her previous relationship and what she said on the podcast, she basically expected that treatment. She literally said “I’m a princess I deserved to be treated like one”🙄

[the-californicationist]

Cali's Kinktober: Day 04

Kinktober Masterlist felix culpa - "fortunate fault" Gaz x f!reader Kinks > dubcon, stuck kink, anal sex Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

You were born to be a mechanic, and working on fancy, top-secret vehicles is one of your favorite things about your job. However, when you crawl into the belly of a broken down tank and can’t get back out, one of your fellow soldiers takes advantage of your (un)fortunate situation.

When the order rolled across your desk, you couldn’t believe your luck. You’d been selected by an elite task force to design a very custom, very deadly tank mod, and you were out of your mind with excitement. This was your dream job, and you were giddy the whole drive down to the site.

Parked out front on the concrete pad, you saw what looked like a Challenger 3, but something was… off. Yes, the paint job was different, and they’d chosen to go with a wider tread for the desert terrain they were in. But, that wasn’t all. They’d done something underneath, something secret and hidden. 

You didn’t waste any time. You were agile and you could always wriggle yourself into small places, perfect for a mechanic. And your brain loved puzzles, so this was going to be an amazing project. 

You were instructed to boost the navigation system to an incredible degree. But, if they needed desert-style mods, you were going to give them an intense aircon and liquid cooling unit as well as the mother of all filters. In order to get started, you had to work around this… contraption they had installed at the base of the tank.

When you got a closer look, you realized what it was. It was a wheel! They’d fitted the bottom of their tank with speed boosters and a three-sixty wheel to help them turn on a dime. This was insane. If only you could get a little closer to see if…

Oops…

You moved your hips backward, trying to free your body, but you were stuck. When you tried to move forward, your belt loop had caught on a long screw, wrapped around it so tight that you couldn’t free yourself with your hands. 

Fuck. 

“Hey!” You called out, trying to see if anyone was around to help you.

You tried again, a little louder this time,

“Hey! Is anybody there?”

Nothing. You waited for a while, trying not to panic, and then you head a large warehouse door slide open, its metal wall clanging and banging as it slid up into the railings. 

“Hey! Help me!”

“Well, well,” a smooth, deep voice teased you cruelly, “Wha’s all this, then?”

“I’m… uh, I think I’m stuck. Can you pull me out?”

“And you are?”

You told him your name and he offered his own,

“You can call me Gaz. In fact, you…” He bent down to the side of the tank and met your eyes, “You can call me anytime.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but he was cute enough to make you smile at his terrible joke. 

“Can you help me or not, Gaz?”

“That depends,” you watched his boots march their way around the front of the machine, settling back behind you, “Wha’s in it for me?”

“Um…” You tried to think about what you had to offer, but you came up empty, “My eternal thanks?”

“I think I want somethin’ else.”

You felt his hands wrap themselves around your thick ass cheeks, giving them a rough squeeze. 

“Hey!”

“Thought you wanted out, babes. I’m just tryin’ to help you, ain’t I?”

You had to admit, his hands did feel pretty nice. He seemed singularly obsessed with your ass, massaging your flesh through your canvas work pants, using his knees to spread your legs wide so that he could dig his fingers roughly between the join of your legs. 

“Mngh… wait. Someone’s gonna see us,” you protested, trying to hide your pleasure. 

“Nah, don’t think so. Not while they’re in Cap’s briefing. Long-winded, him.”

You squirmed, trying to free yourself again, and you heard his silky laugh.

“I could leave you here, lovie,” Gaz threatened, “Let them find you in an hour or two.”

“Don’t go… Help me out, Gaz,” you begged, “Please?” 

“Then stay still,” he purred, “And let me get you out.”

You heard the soft whisper of a knife coming out of its sheath, and you felt him cut your belt loop. Then, he went further, slicing your belt and raking it out of your pants. Without the leather strap holding up your slacks, they began to slip down your hips, slowly revealing more and more of your body to your “savior”. 

“Wow… look at these,” his fingers played in the lacy strap of your thong, “Definitely not regulation, huh? Naughty girl…”

You whimpered, hearing your own desperation echo against the belly of the tank, letting this gorgeous man have his way with you. You rationalized it in your mind. He was helping, he deserved to touch, right?

In one fell swoop, he yanked your pants the rest of the way down, letting them get caught on your knees, trapping you even more than you already were. 

“Holy shit, this arse is a fuckin’ dream.”

His mouth was on you before you could take your next breath. You felt his strong tongue writhe its way towards your hole, licking you and suckling at your skin like a hungry beast, as if you were a fresh fruit, as if he were starving. You could feel the drool from his lolling tongue drip across the underside of your ass as he ate you out, moaning as he feasted on your pliant flesh. 

“Gaz, please…” You whined, trying to keep your voice down but feeling yourself beginning to spiral out of control. 

“Patience, lovie. Wanna taste you, first.”

“If someone sees us, they’ll… unghf–fuck… they’ll throw us in the glasshouse! I’ll lose my job!”

He sighed, annoyed, 

“Fine, a quick one, then, hm?”

“No, wait! That’s not what I… ohhh…” You tried to protest, tried to get him to listen to reason, but before you could state your case, he was pressing his thumb against the rim of your hole, stretching you open until you gaped for him, and you could feel his eyes bearing down into your darkness, imagining the suffocating warmth that awaited him inside.

He laughed softly, letting his thumb delve a little deeper. Then, he replaced it with his thick middle finger, and he began to writhe his way inside of you, stretching you out as he explored your body.

“So tight… Gonna be a rough ride if you’re tryin’ to rush me, baby.”

“Mmngh. Ngh. Nuhhh… No, just… let’s meet up later. Tonight… Won’t have to rush…” You were struggling to stay on the right side of sane because his fingers knew exactly how to twist and pry and press you open. 

He made a nasty little groan, a vote against your idea, 

“But, if I don’t try to get you unstuck now, my mate’s will come ‘round the corner and find you like this. They’re not as gentle as me, you know, lovie.”

Another finger slipped into your body before you were ready for it, and his knuckles made your asshole ache from the soreness of his touch. You cried out, and you had to listen to another devilish laugh as he fucked you on his hand. 

Your hole was making slurping, wet noises as he coated you in his spit, using it as lube so it would ease his way. You could also hear the tell-tale sound of him jerking his cock, the rhythmic slapping giving him away. 

“We’re outta time, babes. Need you to breathe for me, yeah?”

When you felt the soft tip of his prick, your whole body responded to him. Gaz was prying your cheeks apart with one hand and guiding himself in with the other. You began to stretch, and you held your breath, bracing for pain. 

“Shh, shh,” he cooed at you, “Relax, baby. Gonna hurt you if you don’t let me in. There’s my good girl.”

You let out a trembling exhale, shaking uncontrollably as he forced himself to fit, his hard length twice as big as his fingers had been, making you see stars from the pleasure-wrapped pain. 

“Too big… it’s too much… I can’t…” You tried to protest, your hips grinding towards him, betraying your true desire. 

He rocked himself forward and back, popping his thick cockhead in and out of you, watching you shudder with every thrust. 

“You can, baby. I’ll help you. That’s it. Breathe for me.”

You tried to steady your heart, and every time your breath left your lungs, it shook with a nervous vibrato, culminating in a high whine. 

His cock dipped further. He was nearly halfway, and you felt like he would be in your throat if he took you any deeper. 

“Gaz, holy fuck!”

“Mmm, I know, lovie. But, you’re takin’ me so bloody well. Love watching your tight little arsehole stretch itself for me. When it twitches like that… yeah, that’s so fuckin’ hot.”

You couldn’t help the twitching. You were pulsing for him uncontrollably. Your body wanted to come, and it was ready for him to make you. But, he was going too slowly, trying to be careful with you. It was driving you out of your mind. 

You jerked your hips onto his cock, trying to fit more of him into your body with each thrust, listening to the huffy, gasping noises you were dragging out of him. 

“Oh, fuck me. That feels so good. You ready for more, love? I’ll give you more,” he snarled. You could hear the venom in his voice as he quickened his pace. 

Gaz abandoned his plan for a slow entry and shoved himself forward, rocking your body and making you cry out in an aching peal of pleasure. Then, he began to fuck himself into you, holding your cheeks apart so he could watch his invasion. 

You were a babbling mess, incapable of words or thoughts. All you could feel was the fiery bliss that sparked through your core as he rutted you into the filthy concrete. 

Your pussy was exposed to the rough ground, and it rubbed back and forth as he thrust his cock into you. You reached down to play with yourself, and you found out that you were soaking with thick, creamy slick. 

Spreading it liberally across your folds, you began making small, fast circles around your clit, eager to feel it swell and harden under your hands. You were so close; just a little more and Gaz would send you careening off the edge. 

“Touchin’ that greedy little quim, huh?”

“Yeah,” you moaned, confessing your sins to him.

“Good girl,” he rasped breathlessly, fucking you at a brutal pace now, unable to control his lust. 

That was the phrase that pulled your trigger, apparently. You listened to his lascivious praise and felt yourself rattle across the line, tumbling and whirling through a destructive orgasm, wetting yourself with pleasure, your pussy desperately clenching around nothing but air. 

“Tha’s it. Tha’s so fuckin’ good, baby. Come for me just like that…” Gaz let his hand strike down on your exposed ass cheek, and you screamed even louder, keening and rolling in the overstimulating sensation of his sex. 

His movements became frantic, and you could hear him grunting with a joyful rage. Then, silence. Everything went still. He froze, buried deep inside you, sunk to the hilt. He was coming in you, dumping load after load of hot spend, letting it pool at the furthest point he could reach, letting his prick paint your asshole white with his cream. 

Without saying a word, he pulled out, backing away from you. You heard him rustling around in his pockets, and then silence again when he found what he was looking for. 

“Fuck. Holy fuck… Gaz, are you gonna help me out of here?” You asked, panting and well-used, wondering about his promise. 

“Mmm, I dunno, baby. Looks like the meeting just let out. Give the lads a note, will ya?”

You felt the cold tip of a marker slide across your ass cheek, and you called back to him,

“Hey! What the fuck?”

“Gaz… was… here… There we go. All set. Good luck with your situation, lovie. When you get free, come find me for round two, yeah?”

“Are you seriously gonna leave me here?” You asked him in disbelief. 

“Yeah, the boys look pretty eager to help you, so I’ll let them have a go at it. I’m sure they’ll get you out. Ghost’s got a thing for puzzles. Oh, here. Hold onto this for me, would ya?”

You felt him slide the body of the thick Sharpie into your asshole, plugging his come inside of you, ready for the next man in line to leave his mark.

[takiberry]

I always buy my albums from Music Plaza, it's usually the cheapest one for where I live, in the middle of the US, I know there is a kpop company out of Texas, but it's more expensive than using Music Plaza which is in Cali. I know usually Music Plaza only has kpop usually, but to my surprise they had &Team's album and I preordered it from them, which in my experience Music Plaza is really good, I've spent about 2k on albums from there and never once had a bad experience, everything comes packed really well and I've never had anything damaged or broken, they also send freebies usually in addition to preorder items, like I once got a free Enhypen poster and Loona stickers from them with my order. &Team's album is really expensive, like 40$, but I think that's more a their label thing than Music Plaza upcharging much, since the album was expensive everywhere I looked.

I remember my first kpop song was Gee by SNSD and I stuck with just them until about ten years ago, I started branching out and soon was into everything.

I personally never watched I-Land, in 2020 I was reeling with the disbandment of X1 and the Produce scandal since I was a Produce girlie, I still think about how if they hadn't made the vote numbers between some contestants the same number they probably wouldn't have been caught like you can easily rig votes and they managed to fuck it up, and also watching Finding Stray Kids, I remember the anger and rage when Minho and Felix got eliminated, and the rumors that JYP was going to only 8 meaning one would come back and the other wouldn't debut, but luckily both debuted.

i was also a produce girlie omg 🙏🏻🙏🏻

also stop bc i was gonna order them on music plaza and its sold out , im genuinely so upset i had money saved up to get three albums, one being for my sister and the other two being for me 🥹. makes me so so upset seeing that wherever i looked, it’s sold out like, man what about ME.

[taldigi]

Are Cali and Squeaks still the twin fae of luck? Do Saki and Felix still have the same powers?

not quite, they're a bit more independent of each other but still little besties! They have a cat and mouse dynamic, but a lot friendlier.

not sure for Saki & Felix. Got some loose ideas but I need to give more braincells to the whole thing before i consider it.

[plungermusic]

“It’s Bluegrass, Jim… but not as we know it!”

Bluegrass, New Grass, Jamgrass … C&Ngrass? Plunger don’t profess to be authorities on the genre, although we know a bit, from Scruggs & Flatt through Sam Bush, to Bela Fleck and on to Greensky Bluegrass… and now Low Lily. 

Low Lily alumna Liz Simmons’ solo effort Poets really caught Plunger’s ear back in 2021, so we were interested to hear the band’s latest release Angels In The Wreckage. While Poets zips around genres like a pond-skater on acid - and very pleasingly so - Angels In The Wreckage is by and large a more cohesive affair, plying a steadier course through the waters of bluegrass and traditional roots music (albeit with scenic route diversions via the West Coast.)

Keeping true to the ‘his turn, your turn, my turn’ at the mic of old time bluegrass, the fourteen tracks alternate by songwriter and vocal lead, which subtly alters the feel and emphasis while maintaining the overall vibe, and at least half of the fourteen feature an echt 1-2 bass-and-drum pulse, in a very tasteful, understated upright-and-brushes way (from multi-tasking producer Dirk Powell and Stefan Amidon respectively) not “Techno! Techno! Techno!” or riotous rockablilly style…

Epitomising the rootsier, more ‘trad', vibes are the bustling brush-driven badlands two-step Aren’t I Good Enough, with Liz Simmon’s high, plaintive lead vocal counterpointed by Natalie Padilla’s fiddle and a low-harmony-underpinned chorus, while Liz and Natalie swap dextrous mini-solos towards the close; and Long Distance Love’s bouncy commentary on the woes of modern life has a conversely Old Timey feel - in Flynn Cohen’s lead vox, the harmonies, and the rustic-edged fiddle. Flynn’s own instrumental Keep The Pachysandra Flying is a shotgun-shack-meets-Bagpuss reel: a filigree mandolin opening (later joined by fiddle, guitar and bass) conjure celtic/Appalachian overtones; Natalie’s fiddle takes a turn with the melody before harmonising with the mandolin in a raucous hoedown crescendo to the finish.

Hints of West Coast influences come in the Laurel Canyon-y rework of Shawn Colvin’s hit Round Of Blues, with Liz’s airy vocal, delicate harmonies and a poppy middle-eight-cum-chorus; and in the breezy backwoods backporch two-step of Where We Belong, with somewhat Dead-ish timing and chordal progressions, and lovely Crosby, Nash and, erm, Nash three-part harmonies, while the mountainside hillbilly banjo and vox of the traditional sounding minor key Up On A Rock is punctuated by a very Nashesque sunny major chorus (and some very fine guitar/fiddle interplay between Flynn and Natalie). Peak Crosby & Nash comes in Lonely (probably Plunger’s favourite track): melancholic piano (from jack-of-all-trades Dirk Powell) introduces a very C&N, Cali-coloured slow country waltz with exquisite three-part harmonies, the fiddle and mandolin taking their turns at the bittersweet melody, and a spine-tingling near a cappella passage.

The hummed intro, Liz and Natalie’s honeyed vocal harmonies, restrained melodic guitar and banjo (yes, that’s Dirk again) over a half-speed bluegrass beat lend a dreamy sheen to Love And Loss, and the rural reverie continues in Captivate Me courtesy of Natalie’s keening tone and mantra-like repetition, melancholic fiddle and a banjo continuo. Completing an ethereal trifecta, the celtic-tinged One Wild World’s folk features delicate harmonies and a hymn-like chorus, plus wistful, aching fiddle matched with part-colliery-band/part-mariachi (layered) trumpet from Drake LeBlanc.

The trumpet bleeds through into the wholly different sonic universe of What’ll You Do: a ballsy defund-the-police-protest-inspired (we’re guessing) almost a cappella (barring body percussion and a smattering of kick-and-tom) field holler-cum-spiritual, and an air of protest resurfaces in the Woody Guthrie-meets-Julie-Felix (sorry, Plunger’s childhood’s to blame) state of the union lament of Could We Ever Be Great, complete with run outs for fiddle and Flynn’s guitar and some quirky timings.

Flynn’s second instrumental (guitar-only this time) Bastard Plantagenet Blues has the flavour of a English folk number, including a very mediaeval closing shift into the major, perhaps to prepare your ears for the closing track Wond’ring Again, written by Ian Anderson (yes, THAT Ian Anderson). The spookily prescient 70s folk-rock environmental warning is given an Americana wash by Liz’s gentle harmonies and Natalie’s eerie fiddle harmonics, while Flynn does a rather good job of Ian’s delivery and mannerisms, with all-rounder Dirk adding mellotron in the place of flute.

It may not be Bluegrass as we know it, but Angels In The Wreckage is a very polished, captivating collection of modern American roots music and we like it!

Angels In The Wreckage is available to buy or stream now, from here: https://lowlily.bandcamp.com/album/angels-in-the-wreckage