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Whooo it’s been a hot second since I’ve done one of these. Hope everyone survived COC.
I initially planned on taking a break until after the first of the year, but… I’m one stinkin chapter away from finishing Catastrophic Blues and wouldn’t it be nice to have one less WIP going into 2024 before adding another WIP due to the COBB? Yeah, I thought so too.
All that to say, I'm working on the final chapter with the hope of posting this Friday. Here's a snippet:
Simon doesn’t wait for me to say it twice, he tackles me into the sofa and kisses me like we haven’t got all night. His hands digging into my hips, and his teeth bruising my lips. I missed this, the weight of him on me, the way he kisses like he needs it to live.
I always thought I needed him to treat me like glass, but really, I just needed to trust that he wouldn’t break me.
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I know "It Hits Different" is about the era of dnp where everything hit different but every time I see it I just get "Hits Different" by Taylor Swift stuck in my head
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All I can picture when I listen to this song
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Rupert P.’s hair was a mushroom cloud of red, which made his face the catastrophic bomb that caused mass hysteria.
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and i know we're done and i know we're through...
but id really like to think that maybe we aren't and that maybe we just needed some time and that some day we'll begin again
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Thanks @rimeswithpurple for the tag
**warning: second blurb is for adult only**
It’s a Catastrophic Blues week so we’ll start with a blurb from the upcoming chapter :
“I think it would do you both some good,” Fiona says, and for the first time in my life I know she’s being earnest.
And she’s bloody right, damn her.
Maybe we can close some doors in this abandoned house of ours.
“I’ll – I’ll wait outside.” I tell them.
“Bollocks,” Fiona says, grabbing me by my shirt sleeve and pulling me further into her flat. “You’re going to sit here with Aunty Fi and Uncle Nico and we’re going to make awkward conversation like the family we almost were.”
And since I’m still knee deep in a spicy scene for Sugar, We’re Going Down Swingin:
“Simon,” I plead.
“Parience, babe.” he says as he continues his descent.
My cock jumps and hits him in the chin. I throw my arms over my eyes to shield me from another embarrassing moment. Honestly, quick bathroom handies with a random club guy are a lot less work than this.
“Do you like that sweetheart?” He asks and my cock betrays me again.
“I’m begging you to stop. He’s never been called such nice names and it’s going to his…head.”
I don’t know if that will stay, but I got a good chuckle as I typed it.
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Just some sketches about France's current political situation...
Robespierre's ghost is speaking to me. He is telling me that poc are our equals, our siblings, and should be treated as such. He is telling me it's the same for people of other religions. He is telling me that the authority, cops, should never point a gun toward an unharmed (aka without a gun) civil. He is telling me that the people from all around the world are the same, we must join our forces against oppression and to protect the human rights, we must always open our doors to help others. He is telling me to kill the king, his minions, and all those people threatening our values.
It seems French radical leftists have chosen Bruce Wayne, aka Batman, as their token rich. Accused of hating the rich and wanting to steal their money, which the medias (owned by Bolloré, a French billionaire) have painted as very bad, they answer "No, that's not true. There's a billionaire I like." before showing a picture of Batman. When the names of the representatives for the Nouveau Front Populaire (the union of the left parties as one to fight fascism. Nouveau because the first one was before WWII) were given to the public, some joked about fictional characters they would take as a representative, and one of these was Bruce Wayne. So, the Prince of Gotham is safe from the guillotine.
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