#DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE THE BENTLEY!!

[feyooons]

what if crowley decided to get a motorbike for s2? ^-^

ft. azi turning it into a yellow scooter 🤧

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please tell me more about crowley and aziraphale im Very interested /srs

ok so. this is gonna be a looong post sorry

BASICALLY. aziraphale is an angel, crowley is a demon. theyve known each other for 6,000 years, at the creation of the universe (when crowley was still an angel. he created stars and everything. very nice job) and theyve become great... friends (wink) even though theyre not supposed to be! so theyre not friends! theyre eeeevil enemies. and then they go out for dinner

anyways. idk how to explain it well but theyre just SOOOOO!!

ok so now im going to try and do like. a whole thing explaining everything below so SPOILERS!!!!

okay so. in the beginning aziraphale and crowley were both angels. they met when crowley was making stars and galaxies and all that pretty stuff, and aziraphale came to say that they were going to shut it down after a bit. crowley gets upset and goes whaaaa this is so cool why would they do that (lil thing to note. aziraphale is like. interested in crowley but he doesnt really care) and then they have some really nice scene

d'aww. ok and so THEN! some big war happens i think? i dont know they dont show that part and crowley falls. demon moment!!! and then they go through all these different decades being friends, getting to know each other, and its great. aziraphale sins a little bit (gluttony), crowley saves aziraphales books, and they all have fun. oh btw. crowley can transform into a snake, and apparently hes the one that caused adam and eve to eat the apple? BUT! theres this other great scene where theyre talking, and its revealed that aziraphale gave his flaming sword to adam and eve, showing that he loves humans and has a soft spot for them, and theres this other great shot

THE PARALLELS!!!!!!!!! AUUUGh (^ this one came before. btw) and so this is sort of them showing how ohh, theyre not supposed to hang out because angel good demon evil waaah but they just KEEP ON FINDING EACH OTHER. oh and. speaking of like. showing off different softer sides of them. in season 2, theres a lot of bits where they show that crowley is pretty much putting up this show of being so meaaan and eeevil but hes actually nice and cares about humans (bringing jobs kids back, keeping that girl from dying, etc). ok now onto talking about season one. warning i havent watched this season in a bit so this is just me going off memory.

ok so! the big issue this season is "oh noooo we lost the antichrist!! big bad things gonna happen" and its awesome. OK SO. it starts off with crowley delivering the antichrist to this satanist church? and theres two women having babies that night. ONE is a normal family, who are supposed to have a normal baby. THE OTHER ONE is a rich family who is supposed to have the EEEVIL baby. can u guess what happens. BABY SWITCH!!! they didnt realize it tho so crowley and aziraphale are sent after the wrong baby. (to make him sin/be good) and then they realize on his 11th? birthday "aw crud! wrong baby." and go on some search to find the right antichrist. and that brings us to ADAM!!! hes the antichrist, and one coooooool kid. hes pretty normal tho and just hangs out with his friends. and then one day on his 11th birthday this dog shows up! (hellhound) and then off on the side theres this witch lady named anathema device who has a book that knows the future. crazy stuff. oh and this guy names newt whos kinda a dork and talks to this weird witch hunter guy shadwell and his neighbor madame tracy. oh and the four horseman of the apocalypse are around and free OKAY. into it now. anthma knows something bad is going to happen (book), and she moves to london because thats where its gonna happen!! whaaaat!!! and newt moves to london because uhh. witch finder i think? and he goes to meet shadwell and accidently meets tracy. not important rn. shadwells kinda bonkers and freaks newt out. ok now onto anathema. im pretty sure that aziraphale and crowley were driving around (oh btw. he has a magic bentley) and hit her!! yeoch. and after driving her home she accidentally leaves her book in the bentley and aww they gotta meet up again aw shucks. okay now they go searching for adam (antichrist) and i dont think they find him? anyways i forgot how but then tracy shadwell newt and anathema all meet up with crowley and aziraphale and do a seance. i forgot what about but ohh nooo aziraphale is in madame tracys body!!! ok so i kinda forgot how again but somehow theyre all at some big area and the four horsemen and running around i forgot what theyre doing and BLAM ADAM SHOWS UP hes mad. hes trapped his friends into doing what he wants. hes gonna start the apocalypse. average 11 yr old stuff. BUT!!! crowley and aziraphale manage to calm him down and newt blows something up. idk whats going on anymore. satan comes out, "grrrah im ur father adam". its a nice lovely moment. but oh wait!!! gabriel (heavens big man) and beezelbub (hells high duke) come down/up and r like "yall r in biiiig trouble! cant be doin all this" and they try to kill both of them. aziraphale in hellfire, crowley in holy water. that scene comes and yoo wait theyre both alive??? this is insane!!!! theyre both MILKING it, bein dramatic and then. at the end. WHAOOOAH THEYRE ACTUALLY THE OTHER ONE?????

and thats the end of season one. okay so i know that this is incredibly long but im not even done. im going to reblog this later with me talking about season two and that should be shorter. OH BTW

thats what everyone looks like ^^

OKAY BYE!!!!!!

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Penrose Song of the Day Day 30: Runnin' Outta Moonlight by Randy Houser

Listen. Listen. I know ok. This is the hates rap and country website. LISTEN OK I NEED YOU TO LISTEN

People who say they don't listen to Rap are boring for racist reasons. And people who say they don't listen to country? They're boring too. But the reasons are a bit less clear cut.

Like I know there's some issues with Bro Country. I know there's issues with like, the co-opting of Murrica style country music after 9/11. I know there's like. Stuff to talk about here. But country is the genre that will still tell you a story. That will be personal and heartbreaking and direct. It's also the genre of like. Unions. Of workers and poverty and class. There's such a class aspect to country and honestly that might be closest to the boring hate or rap. But yeah, it's not Lemon Demon! Sometimes the songs are misogynistic, or are really, aggressively white, or are promoting drinking culture, or blah blah blah blah blah. Sometimes they are very specific- your experiences are not universal etc.

BUT YOU AREN'T TALKING ABOUT THAT, COUNTRY HATERS.

When I talk to someone that loves Country music, they will, inevitably, let on to what flavor of old or new country they are partial to (We all love it for the sound, which means, like it or not, you will find something recent you love. I'm a pop country guy, a classic riverbank blaster, and some sad soulful bluegrass type person. I also unironically like Fancy Like by Walker Hayes. Take my tastes with a grain of salt). Dierks Bentley, Thomas Rhett, Dolly Parton, Carrie Underwood, Orville Peck. All stuff I like.

And listen, newer country music has some good stuff. I know Morgan Wallen got blasted for the N word stuff and is, quite frankly, in his Saloon 5 era, but he was THE country act to watch coming up by both public and critical ears. We all heard the Luke Combs Fast Car. Orville Peck is making waves with his new album (Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other? Unbelievably good, give it a listen, even if it's a cover. In fact, let that springboard you into a back catalog or two.). It is not all My Girl Is Hot and My Beer Is Plentiful.

But I gotta say, there's nothing wrong with My Girl Is Hot and My Beer Is Plentiful honestly.

This song is very nostalgic for me.

Like yeah it's got the cliches. You dont' need makeup you're too pretty, We're out on the riverbank, getting away from the city, yadda yadda yadda.

But I like songs about being in love, what can I say. This song is just. Girl what if I took you out to be in love, under the stars. You can't get more me than that.

It's got the classic rock country trappings. There's something so bombastic and expansive about the honestly fairly simple orchestration. The song is simply, unabashedly country. The drum track is so unbelievably spare, it's hard to jive it with the country crossover that's popular now, with the trap beats they imported. It feels. Simple. Like this song isnt' doing too much like recent things. It's just a simple song. Let's kiss under the stars.

I love it. And hey. You could be dead right now. Go listen to something you love.

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GOOD OMENS 2 EPISODE 2 REACTION - CONTAINS SPOILERS‼️

sooo bearded crowley in this episode am I right 😔 yup 2500 BC… HERE HE IS!!! i hate him so much

nah he’s talking about God abandoning him i don’t actually hate him poor fallen angel

WHAT IS AZIRAPHALE DOING

so if this is after the flood crowley had a huge glow down

“I COMMAND THEE, BEGONE!” “no.” he’s so me i’m so him (he has a permit from god??)

“satan and his diabolical ministers may destroy everything Job owns no question asked, hugs kisses, god” AND THE PAPER IS THAT LONG?

CROWLEY’S SO BITCHY

so aziraphale had met muriel before

LONG HAIRED GABRIEL WHY DOES HE LOOK SO?? JUST?? SO WRONG😭

AHH EVE WAS THE FIRST NOT ADAM

“i think they quite like the old ones”

alphabetical order!! FIRST LETTER OF THE FIRST SENTENCE HELP

OH WAIT I GET IT, in the playlists prime video dropped you have to look at the first letter of the lyrics of each song to have the words “ineffable” and “tempting” AND IT’S BECAUSE OF THIS JOKE

“EVERY DAY ITS A-GETTING CLOSER”🎶 lol didn’t jon hamm say he doesn’t sing in an interview

CROWLEY CHANGED CLOTHES THE TURTLENECK DBHDHSJN CROWLEY WITH THE TUTLENECK

theory time: shax says that the miracle could’ve been performed only by the mightiest of archangels and crowley asks her how does she know he didn’t do it, are you telling me crowley was an archangel??

okay they’re both risking to be eliminated now

aziraphale SINGING

NOOOOOSTOPCRYING MAGGIE

HEHEHEHHE SHE’S IN LOVE (“it’s not your job to sort out my doomed love life” because he should think about HIS love life first)

“every record they play eventually turns into that song” you mean like queen songs in the bentley?

“Gabriel.” HEART SKIPPED A BEAT “where is Gabriel.”

wooo saraqael creating wheelchair ramps

“falling in love is what humans do” crying rn

don’t i know you? NO YOU DONT SHUT UP 😁

NAHHH why is heaven watching him again leave aziraphale alone☹️

HERE IT GOEEEEES EVERY DAY🎶🎶🎶🎶

the pub from the picture!!

making them fall in love this is such a fanfiction trope i love it

A SUDDEN RAINSTORM FORCES THEM TOGETHER BENEATH A CANOPY THEY LOOK INTO EACH OTHER’S EYES AND REALIZE THEY WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER???? OHHHHH I JUST KNOW THATS GONNA HAPPEN TO AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY AS WELL

if you’re going to invoke fiction… aziraphale are you about to say jane austen?

HE SAID IT yess i knew they were gonna have the ball for nina and maggie I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUALLY TRUE?

“PEOPLE WOULD GATHER DO SOME FORMAL DANCING AND REALIZE THEY HAD MISUNDERSTOOD EACH OTHER AND WERE ACTUALLY DEEPLY IN LOVE” okay but can you try to be a little more subtle

a clue!!!😼

“jim tell me what do you know” / “oookay, whaddayaknow” IM ON THE FLOOR STOPSPPP WHY ITS NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY

WOOO PURPLE EYES- is that god’s voice?

ANOTHER FLASHBACK oh no not bearded crowley again… his hair has lost volume

Bildad the Shuhite?? 💀

“i know you” / “you do not know me” AAAAAAAAAAA

NO WAIT THIS IS AFTER THE FLOOD. WHEN CROWLEY SAID “YOU CANT KILL KIDS” IM UNWELL aziraphale does know this is not what crowley wants to do

“I KNOW THE ANGEL YOU WERE” OHH I WAS WRONG HE REMEMBERS HE REMEMBERS HIM

he wants to do it because he was blameless too but he fell anyway. bye i’m about to appear on international news

the goats are back 😭😭😭😭 STOP THIS IS CUTE look at aziraphale’s face

“you can stop grinning” HHEJEHRHEHRH

“DOESN’T MEAN WE’RE ON THE SAME SIDE” AND YEARS LATER CROWLEY IS THE ONE THAT TELLS HIM THEYRE ON THEIR OWN SIDE

“be not afraid” 👁️biblically accurate aziraphale👁️

TY TENNANT!!!! why’s he so gay

AWWWGGGHHH DAVID SAYING HIS SON SEEMS NICE

AZIRAPHALE SHOUTINGBHAHAH “I BRING THE WARNING” that was unexpected

what. just. happened.

aziraphale knew they were safe because crowley wouldn’t actually kill kids 😭

“oooh aren’t you brilliant” giggling kicking my feet

GIRL WHY DID YOU TURN THEM INTO GECKOS

am i about to witness aziraphale’s first time being drunk?

THATS A PARALLEL A DAMN PARALLEL between crowley/nina offering wine and aziraphale/maggie both not drinking

“are you trying to tempt me?” i was wrong this is going to be the first time aziraphale EATS omg HEHEHHHH HES PRECIOUS

lol btw this big thunderstorm is nothing compared to what has happened a few days ago where i live

CROWLEY IS ON HIS OWN SIDE!!!! AND THEN IT BECOMES THEIR SIDE!!!

“see you in hell” shut up???

i love this whole flashback but why does he have to have that beard im sorry i can’t get over it😔

YEP THATS GOD’S VOICE

also i just realized there’s no narrator this time rip

“if you want answers come back when you can make a whale” CROWLEY COULD MAKE STARS AND STILL DIDNT GET THE ANSWERS

“shoemaking and obstetrics” HELPPPP

aziraphale’s in trouble ohhhh he LIED

D’YOU NEED A LIFT SOMEWHERE 🫢

HE ASKED TO USE THE BENTLEY OMG THEIR CAR

crowley is me i’m so jealous of my possessions no matter who you are

aziraphale has a driving license?😨

NOUR! *slaps his hand*

aziraphale being bitchy is my favourite thing

THE SCENEEEEE THE SCENE FROM THE PICTURE IM SO EXCITED

aziraphale is so nervous nooo my little guy HE THINKS HES GOING TO FALL WHATTTT

“IM NOT TAKING YOU TO HELL, ANGEL”

NOOO THIS IS SO HEARTBREAKING STOP. STOP CRYING.

“with your curly little.. and your neat white” MY GODDD

AZIRAPHALE VOICE WHEN HE SAYS “IM A FALLEN ANGEL” I CANT. DO. THIS.

“that sounds um..” / “lonely?” end me right now

BUT THEYRE NOT GOING TO BE LONELY ANYMORE THEY HAVE EACH OTHER THEYRE ON THEIR OWN SIDE

(crowley saying “you’re on your own with this one” in ep1 is even worse to hear now 😍)

MURIEL CLIP NEXT EPISODE YAYY

tagging @neil-gaiman since he said he was interested in reading live reactions

[februaryberries]

the rest of my reaction to the rest of the episodes because i can’t be bothered to split them up

JIMS HOT CHOCOLATE JIMS MUG

she’s so cute im gonna cry

she’s so cute and they’re so like hdjshfjdbf

SHES SO SWEET

DONT HESITATE TO ASK ANY OTHER QUESTIONS YOU HAVE ABOUT LOVE INSPECTOR CONSTABLE

i feel so bad for nina :(

OH MY GOD HE JOURNALS

aziraphale fuckin writing in a journal kicking his legs like a teenage girl

aziraphale sweetie you’re so brainwashed

OH MY GOD HE MADE IT YELLOW

oooooo i love the bentley driving into the intro art that’s so cool

he’s so obsessed w the rain moment

im so obsessed w ziras diary it’s so funny

now zira that was petty and bad

zira NOOOOOO

oh poor zira he’s so sad

he’s so cute in his little detective costume

THE SKINNY LOWDOWN HES SO SOLLY

gimme the FACTS

well yeah mason hmmmm

im so worried about this girl i feel like this is going to end badly

they’re gonna die

i knew something would go wrong

rip those guys

NO SHE DIED??????? FUCK

he’s insane crowley insane

HES SO TINY

im small arent i

GIANR ROWLEY?????

where are you

GRINDR LMAO

the awning moment

ooooof

VERY CLOSED LOL

it’s always too late :((((

PH MY GOD IS HE IN THE HITCHHIKER

who is she

YOU DONT SEEM HIS TYPE ????? IM SORRY!?????

WHAT HAT WHAT I HEARD YOU AND CROWLEY WERE AN ITEM IM FUCKING SCREAMING

furfur WHO

OH MY GOS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ITS LIKE I HOPED BUT I COULDNT LET MYSELF BELIEVE THEYD ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING SJFJSJCJJSKSZKJDJ OKAY WAIT OKAY IM NOT POSTING THIS UNTIL I FINISH IT NOW IN CASE IM WRONG LOL

Im sorry is it literally raining hearts when zira and crowley are sitting on the roof in the intro are u kidding me

NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NOT US GETTING 1941 RIGHT AFTER THEY YOURE AN ITEM COMMENT ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME RN IM GONNA THROW UP

the music

who tf is that guy in the church how is he awake alive whatever

is he flirting is that flirting

oh thank you crowley is there anything i can do for you in return *bats eyelashes* LMAO

ooooo

SISSY TYPE

EW THAT TONGUE WAS SO UNNECESSARY

oh no not magic he’s so silly

nice exactly what nazis deserve

ZOMBIES????

no this poor old man also how did he not see them LMAO

That’s what …… f r i e n d s are for LMAOOOO

CROWLEYS OLD MAN IMPRESSION IS SO FUNNY

he’s so supportive look ziras so happy

SOMEONE YOU REALLY TRUST OH MY GOD

ZIRAS SO EXCITED AW oh rip the magic shop guy

im so scared for aziraphale oh god i don’t know if i can watch

he’s so baby

THE BEES KNEES

JIGGERY POKERY

OH NO MIRACLES BLOCKED OH FUCK

oh no

evidence envelope LMAO

im so nervous but i know it’s going to work H

he’s so whimsy

OH HE DID A MAGIC TRICK W THE PHOTO DIDNT HE

BRILLIANT AZIRAPHALE IF U DID WHAT I THINK U DID

Lmao get fucked nazis

YES ZIRA I KNEW IT

oh my god im gonna throw up

they’re so sweet

SHADES OF GREY

im so

CROWLEYS PET????

TJE BULLET HOLE STUCKERS THRE STICKERS

oh no are the demons gonna crash his night

HES GIVING AWAY BOOKS

NO WAY DAVID PUTTING ON THE FEZ I SEE YOU AS HE ALSO MENTIONED THE DR WHO BOOK ARE U KIDDING I FUCKIN SEE YOU

THE FEZ LMAOO

HER ARMOR LMAOOOO

this is so awkward lmao

OH FOFO FURFUR WHATEVER HIS MAME IS

Zira please stop speaking french

YOUVE BEEN TOGETHER LONG IM KILLING MTSELF IM THROWING UP

HES NOT MY BIT ON THE SIDE

other peoples love lives always seem more straightforward than our own AND HE WALKS AWAY HE DIDNT KNOW IM HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WAHHHH

Im losing my mind oh god the season finale is after this episode im going to throw up

WHAT IS THIS

SMITTEN IM SORRY ???

this isn’t going to end well

okay but the way they do the texts from Lindsey is so cool

my only friend

OH NO HES SO SAD

CROWLEY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

oh thank god

crowley OH ITS IN THE MATCHBOX

DO YOU WANT A HOT CHOCOLATE CROWLEY AWEWW IM GONNA DIE

Oh sweet girl

nobody would believe you anyway :( WAIT AND SEE LMAO

So beautiful

OH NO MAGGIE

A SEASMSTRESS

ZIRA U CANT FORCE PPL TO FEEL THINGS

he’s so worried :((( crowley

HES ASKING HIM TO DANCE ??????? IM SORRY ARE THEY GOING TO DANCE

jim :((( a

THE FUR COAT LMAO

TOSTE

oh rip the annoying guy LOL

i won’t leave you on your own maggie :(

BUT RESCUING ME MAKES HIM SO HAPPY????????? IM SORRY EXCUSE ME WHAT

YOU SAID BLAH BLAH BLAH

WHY IS CROWLEY GOING TO HEAVE THOUGH

LAST EPISODE IM GOING TO DIE

his little prance

MAGGIE NO

man that one demon can’t catch a break

HIS LITTLE HAPPY WALK LOL

crowleys emotional support angel

CROWLEY YOUR MEMORY

are gabriel and beelzebub going on dates these look like dates LMAO

SHE GAVE HIM THE FLY ????

WAIT ACTUALLY I DIDNT THINK I WAS RIGHT OH MY GOD

HES SUGGESTING ALPHA CENTURI FOR THEM AND ITS LIKE BUT THATS WHERE HE WAS GOING TO TAKE AZIRAPHALE

it’s a crime that gabriel and beelzebub are getting together before crowley and zira THEY DID IT FIRST

us time

he’s tidying up the shop :(((( and waiting for zira

im gonna throw up im gonna throw up oh no what is azira going to say what did matatrom say oh no

NO CROWLEY WAS ABOUT TO CONFESS IM GONNA THROW UP

oh no but he doesn’t want oh no

oh zira sweetie

NO IM GONNA THROW UP IM GONNA CRY

NO IM NO

im NO

THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID MAKE THEM KISS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WTH YOU THIS ISNT WGAT I MEANT THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT IM GONNA THROW UP WHAT DO TOU MEAN IM GONNA FUCKINGDYE IM SOBBING ZIRA NOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOO ZIRA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ZIRA NOOOOOOOOO

WHAT THE FUCK THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT

how am i ever ever ever ever supposed to recover from this the way they both wanted the other to come with them but zira is too brainwashed by heaven still and it’s heart breaking and the way crowley kisses him because he thinks he’s never gonna have the chance now the NO NIGHTINGALE GALES we could have ben US zira being so heartbroken by the kiss I FORGIVE YOU don’t bother what if i eat my entire laptop right now

The way he tenderly touches his lips afterwards is Gut Wrenching and then he’s about to say he thinks he’s made a mistake and then you see him pack those feelings away in a box and shove them deep down and what if i died right now

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A kept woman

Masterlist

Summary: August deserves a reward for all his hard work in the cia. He was on the front lines protecting the national security of the nation, so a little waitress wasnt too much to ask for.. was it?

Warnings: obsessive behaviour, dark!August, kidnapping, spying, swearing, hints at captivity/Stockholm syndrome, hint of bdsm, dark fic.

A/n: well what can i say? I tried to make a drabble below 1000 words, lost track of the wordcount and here we are 😅😅 i hope you enjoy a little ark auggie though~

Free the typos! Not beta read so please ignore the typos.

 

Wordcount: 1445 (nailed it 😅😅)

It was wrong, he shouldnt do it. But he had, and couldnt deny the sense of pride and excitment he had. He was the hero, the white knight who came barreling in to the scene with his polished shoes and 200 horse power to rescue the innocent princess from her fate.

Okay maybe it wasnt that pretty, and there was a chance you didnt feel rescued yet. But you would! He just had to get you home and tie you to something and explain a few things.

August sighed as you tried to scream through your gag again and kicked out at the back of his seat. Though he bearly felt it. One, this was a Bentley;  a good quality car with sturdy padded seats. And two, noone can kick that hard with legs tied at the ankle, knee and thigh... god he hopes ou dont get rope burn, nothing would send him rabid then to see the red rope marks on your supple sking. The indents of a tight binding always made him a sexual savage, salivating at the sight of innocence bareing the twisted marks of rope.

He tried not to think about it. It'd do no good trying to calm his new kitten whilst having a raging hardon. Youd get the wrong impression and think he was going to rape you or somthing stupid. He loved you, he wouldnt hurt you; if anything you should be happy. Ecstatic even! Youd never have to work yourself to exhaustion again. Never worry about bills and rent or that disgusting lowlife youd paired up with. Youd live like a queen, august would give you a better life then anyone else. He wont hit you. He wont con you. He just wants to love you.

"Hush sweet girl, your fine, everything is going to be perfect you'll see. Im rescuing you" he uttered throwing a glance at you only to grunt, eyes locking on the plain soft looking panties that were now on display as your skirt was now tucked around your hips from you squirming. He gripped the steering wheel tighter making the leather creak.

"Oh look at you~ such a naughty little thing hmm? Is this really the time to be teasing me? When your helpless and scared?  bratty? Honestly, you cant even wait until we get home?" He spoke without thinking, smirking and releasing a low growl as he repositioned his rear veiw mirror to drink in your delectable form. Only to shudder as another muffled cry came from your lips, and you wriggled your bottom trying to coax the skirt back over yourself again. the scene made his cock swell. His need for you had become too much.

"Come now little one hush, we are almost home. Everything will be better when we are home" he offered calmly trying to ignor the raor od blood in his ears as his body began toghtening. It was takjng everything in him not to stop the car and scoop you into hos arms and just hold you for a whole. He wanted to ease your panic and sooth you. To comfort you, he never wanted you to fear him. Respect, love and obey. But never fear.

You were the girlfriend... ex girlfriend of a low life with a growing pill habbit. Working all the hours under the sun just to feed your boyfriends habit. Not that you knew that, the scummy bastard ha been telling you the rent was going up. And up. And up. It hadnt, the boyfr;ex had been useing your hard earned money for pills.

But you being the innocent little girl you were trusted him and made sure to up your hours to provide and keep the shitty roof over your head. August had found it strange that you were at the little diner from 5am to 9pm almost everyday. He made sure to leave you bigger tips during his undercover surveillance of the phone box across the road used by the cartel that owned the seedy bar next to it.

He hadnt exactly minded sitting in the diner all day poseing as a accountant sippjng surprisingly decent coffee staring athis 'work laptop'. Especially when he'd done a background search on everyonenin the place. Youd stuck out like a sore thumb, hed expected to see bad grades, high school drop out little slapper with maybe one or two kids and a dead beat husband with a drink problem who refuses to work because of some made up injury he got ten years ago in the forces or some shit.

Instead he found a smart woman whod just had bad luck. Kicked out from her 'god fearing' purity police parents for having an iud. You had excellent grades a degree in business management; which you were pressured into by your god squad parents. But now was stuck in a dead end job, paying off student loans, keeping a roof over your head whislt trying to create a nest egg to pay for a spot on the wall of a local well to do art gallery in the city.  Thats right, his polite little waistress was an artist, a sweet little painter. To say he was surprised you wasnt an aspiring influencer was an understatement.

It was when august saw your so called lover grasping you by the hair and shaking you violently behinde the juke box where he thought no one would see. Thatthe agent had taken more nottice of you. Your whimpers of fear and tiny yelps had moved him.

He'd watched closer, observes the bruises and grazes more carefully and made small talk. He'd sneered at anyone else who aproached him. He only wanted to be served by you. As the weeks went on he couldnt stop thinking about you and your situation. He could help. He needed to help you, protect you! If only youd ask him to. He'd sweep you up and carry you off into the night like a phantom.

He was well aware of his obsession,  but he didnt care. Dreams of you by his side safe and happy. Greeting him at the door after a hards days work with a huge grin and random paint smugdges over your face whislt holding up your latest masterpiece for him to see. He wanted you, he wanted to keep you. You were to precious for him to ignore. You needed him, and he deserved you, after everything he has done for the country he deserved having a little wife waiting at home for him. And so he decided to claim his reward.

He made a studio for you, all the paints and brushes you could ever want! He cleared every single piece of art from his walls to encourage you to paint, he wanted you to fill his home with your art. And live a luxurious life of a kept woman.

August smiled as his home finally came into veiw. A large glass and dark wood monolith perched on a rocky outcrop over looking a large private lake completely claoked in twenty five acres of thick forrest. He had been particular about this place. This was off the record, his retirement plan with everything he could ever want, from gym to sauna, steam room to wine cellar, dungeon and spa, he even had a panic room and mini bunker two levels below ground built into the rock.

"Now now dont fuss, we are home love. Now lets get you settled." He preened as you cried louder when the world became dark as he pulled into the underground garage. August was quick to remote lock the garage, then without further ado he plucked you from the back seat and carried you off into the house.

It would take time before you came arohnd to him again, but once you were settled and had spent a few weeks here in your little studio and realised he will take care of everything and you had absolutely nothing to fret about youd love it. And thats when he can woo you. He estimated in around three months time youd happily follow him into the dungeon for some playtime. Untill then he will just have to be patient with you.

[thegoldenavenger]

okay, since my friend said he was cheering me on, here’s part one of the taylor swiftening.

context: i have a couple friends who are swifties. i heard a lot of her earlier music on country radio, but i never listened to her albums, etc, before. I know very little about her personal or professional life since i dont follow celebrity gossip

anyways, the swifties i know are wildly into, like interpreting her lyrics and red stringing things together and i think it’d be fun if someone who was vaguely outside the loop got in on the fun? IDK i’m bored and was sick for like 7 days.

there’s definitely some songs I already know: teardrops on my guitar, my song, that cheerleader song, shake it off, etc. mostly her singles? but i havent heard a lot of her recent stuff at all. 

Today we are listening to Taylor Swift’s first album Taylor Swift from 2006. I couldn’t really find a great place to listen to her music, but I found a track list and compared it to spotify’s album and decided to go with spotify’s version. first off, the tracklist I found showed 12 songs (with Tim McGraw opening and closing the album???) The spotify album has 15 songs one of which is Tears On My Guitar - Pop Version? So that’s what I’m listening to. 

Looking at the tracklist, which I didn’t really want to get too into, I noticed a handful of songs I recognized: Teardrops on my Guitar, Our Song, Tim McGraw. I wasn’t sure about the rest, but I decided to dive on in.

The first song is Tim McGraw which I don’t really remember hearing when I was younger but I’ve heard my swiftie friends talk about it.  And listening to the opening cords I realized I did remember it from bus rides to school. fun.  Anyways, Tim McGraw is a country artist, already knew that, but the song isn’t about him it’s about his song being like, a backdrop to a breakup??? I think it’s a very bold move for the first song of your first album to be like “when you think of this established musician please think of me instead”. very bold, love it.

it does have the unfortunate effect of immediately making me recall like, every Tim McGraw song I’ve ever heard trying to place what song she’s talking about is instead of, like, listening to her music. 

I really like the classic country style this song is in.  Not just the way the song is constructed and like, the music and instruments but the imagery. Very classic, “country boy, country girl, country romance” vibes.

These lyrics remind me of Dierks Bentleys “What was I thinking” from 2003, just like the very classic “we’re driving in the back woods in a truck maybe getting up to trouble” vibes haha. 

The story telling is kind of hard to follow for me here, and I’m not sure why.  I assumed this was like her breakup, but then she says it was three summers back that she never send a letter... so is this september tears unrelated? she directly relates the summer from three years ago to be a bittersweet. i’m not sure if i’m just hearing or interpreting it wrong or if the way this is structure is actually confusing but yeah, i guess i at least got that she is establishing a break up happened.

it’s nice that after this verse you get the second chorus where she puts a little bite into the “think of me” part.  like, it’s not all emphasis sweet nostalgia there’s a touch of that bitter in her voice. it’s fun.

i didn’t realize that the song (or at least chorus) was the letter, so that’s nice. although, it’s a weird letter out of context, haha.  i’d hate that.  i know that it’s a a pretty common phenomenon for people to relate specific events and even people to specific songs so that if something bad happens or a breakup happens they can’t enjoy that song or music anymore and i think that’s terrible. sucks for them but i’m built different and manage to ignore any shitty connotations to my favorite songs haha

so if i got a letter that was basically trying to pavlov associate my ex with like, a big music star i’m definitely going to hear all the time i would die. 

anyways, that’s probably the point right? it’s at this point that i realised it was like an actual break up song and not a sad like “we used to be together” song?? IDK i definitely did not get that when i was listening to it on the radio as a kid. i mostly just heard “Tim McGraw” and was like “why is she singing about Tim McGraw”

I do like that the song opens and closes on bookends! I love cycles! It’s one of my favorite tropes, so it was cute here.

The second track is Picture to Burn, which I didn’t recognize at first, but upon listening to it I definitely recognize. Now this is a break up song.

ajflkda okay hold on i

ajfdklaf NOW I remember hearing this on the bus and being like gay? did she say gay?

why is the syllable scheme different? oh it’s the shifted and...

i’m not sure i’m for that rewrite, haha. it’s like disney editing out their racist cartoons but still showing them without the context??? HRMM.

anyways. I’m not sure I should interpret the songs as a narrative together but i’m going to because it’s funny to hear her go from like, nostalgia

to

it’s very funny. i love it.

The chorus here is very fun to sing a long to, I think, if you’re the kind of person who likes singing along to things.  I really like the “watch me strike a match [...] you’re just another picture to burn” it’s really nice set up and pay off.  i guess songs don’t have to do this but it’s nice to have the actions set up cleverly. “you’re just another picture to burn” is a good phrase, drawing on solid imagery already ingrained in society, but supporting it with other lines is a nice touch. 

I don’t think there were any lines that stood out to me like that in Tim McGraw.

This is exceedingly country ;v; it made me laugh.

I really like the backing instrumentals for this song a lot. The twang is just Good.

Unfortunately this is one of those songs that is just the chorus like 12 times.  Which is fine because the chorus is really good and breakups songs usually do that because that’s the point of catharsis or whatever but there’s not much else for me to say. 

The next song is Teardrops on My Guitar. looking at the “radio single remix” i am apprehensive that the lyrics arent going to match again....

I remember this song from school bus rides as well. i really like the melody and the concept of this song (teardrops on a guitar is just nice imagery) but it’s kind of ruined because there was a boy in school named drew and i could NOT divorce the song from him every time i heard it.

funnily enough, i lowkey wanted to be friends with drew but he was so nice it kind of scared me off.  anyways back to the song.

I really like the way these lines are written and sung, it’s one of those parts of the songs you want to sing a long with. 

This chorus is also really good, i love the imagery it conjures.  like, yes he’s why i cry in my room alone practicing my guitar, but he’s also why i look up at night and hope tomorrow will be a better day and he’s also like an annoying song stuck in my head (affectionately).

actually out of all of this “He’s the song in the car I keep singing” was something I didn’t remember from hearing it as a kid and it’s also the line i was really drawn to here. what does it mean! i know what it means, but what a wild metaphor to pull out in the middle of a fairly straight-forward song. 

At first I wondered why these songs were ordered this way but there’s enough cohesive imagery that I picked it up around here. Tim McGraw and Picture to burn are both break up songs, but the connections from Picture to Burn “watch me strike a match / on all my wasted time” to this “he’s the time taken up, but there’s never enough” is really interesting!!!

love the theme that time is wasted / time doesnt last long enough.

time is such a wonky construct like, you just perceive time differently depending on not only your own emotions and mood but also like... how fast you’re going. wild. 

This song also ends on book ends!

It’s kind of sad, I kind of wish she just maybe talked to him instead of pretending everything was fine. Yoooo that’s why he doesn’t know you like him.... you didn’t tell him. you’re over here going “yeah it’s fine” but! he’s not a mind reader hahah.

The next song is A Place in this World, which I do not.... recall... so I’ll cut this post here and start there later.

[edit: part two is here] [chronological here]

[sunandmoonkeeper]

Sweet Tooth

for @top-crowley-central for your protective dom crowley needs

Aziraphale pouted as he sat in their nest made out of clothes, blankets, and pillows. His heat for the first time since coming to earth was due any day now and Crowley was driving him insane. His dom had him under house arrest and though the first few days were fun, Aziraphale now really wanted to be able to wonder!!

“Sir please!!!! Can i please just take a walk outside!!!” pleaded aziraphale as crowley played on his phone next to him. 

“No dove too dangerous….your heat is due any day now and i'm not risking any alphas smelling you in heat” crowley tried to soothe sending calming pheromones to his omega. Azira had been restless lately and was starting to act out. His sub knew the punishments but Crowley was being lenient this time because he understood why. 

“But i can walk with you!!!” aziraphale pleaded. 

Crowley sighed and gently kissed Aziraphales head “the answer remains the same as it always has for the past week dove...no” 

“....your chicken aren't you? Scared of a couple of alphas” Aziraphale spat out only to have his collar yanked on and pulled to face Crowley who was hissing.

“Now dove i have been lenient with your outbursts this past week but don't forget for a moment who is in charge, or would like a reminder in the form of a firm spanking?” crowley hissed 

Aziraphale looked defiant at first before submitting and mumbling no

“No...what?” crowley ordered

“No sir” grumbled aziraphale 

Crowley let go of his collar and laid back again rubbing aziraphales back and playing more games on his phone. Suddenly Aziraphale had a brilliant plan to get crowley to release him and smiled at his dom.

“Sir…...could you please grab me another book?” pouted aziraphale.

Crowley smiled though and nodded and got up and had his back to aziraphale. Aziraphale grinned and snapped his fingers causing crowley to go down like a lead weight and caught him and put him in the nest.

“Its only for an hour or so darling….be back in a tic!” aziraphale said before wiggling a bit and bolting out the door to his favorite bakery. 

Aziraphale grinned as he walked into the bakery. It smelled divine!! Aziraphale grinned as he looked through the case and chatted with the lovely young women about her upcoming baby. He choose out an Oreo cheesecake and a strawberry cheesecake. The women started packing it up when the door to the bakery opened again. Azira was just about to turn around when he felt the cold barrel of a gun against his head. 

He heard the owner gasp out and back away from the counter. Then the man behind him spoke “give me all the money in the register or I will blow his brains out all over the counter” he ordered. The women nodded weakly and went to the register. 

Azira was quiet for a moment before speaking “my good sir, we do not have to point guns to each other….let us talk civaly about this matter” said azira gently 

The barrel dug deep into the skin on his scalp now causeing a slight wince “shut the fuck up fag! Or I will shoot you once I have the money” he shouted. 

“Oh my….if it's money you're after i can give you plenty…..but leave the poor girl alone” azira said only to be grabbed by the shoulder and turned around with the gun pointing right between his eyes now. “Where is your fucking money then fag!” yelled the man

Aziraphale took a deep breath “just give me a moment to find it and-” he was cut off as he heard a click from the gun and the trigger was pulled. There was a loud bang but….no bullet. The robber looked confused but then a very angry alphas scent flooded the store. 

“How dare you…….HOW FUCKING DARE YOU POINT A GUN AT MY MATE!!!” screamed crowley scales all over his body. Crowley grabbed the man's hand and snapped it backwards, the man hollowing in agony. Crowley then uses his claws to dig into the man's back, tearing all the muscles in it to shreds. Finally Crowley uses his devil's tail to strangle the man to death and drops his dead on the floor before looking up.

The woman at the register has fainted and aziraphale is right behind her fanning her face. Crowley snaps his fingers getting rid of the body and blood. And then storms over to aziraphale grabbing him by the arm and lifting him over his shoulder.

“Crowley put me down!!! That poor woman will be traumatized when she wakes up!!!” aziraphale complained. Crowley snapped his fingers without word wiping her memory before storming to the Bentley and shoving aziraphale inside. 

Aziraphale went dead silent from the scent his Dom was edmitting as Crowley floored it back to the bookshop without another word. Finally they arrived at the bookshop and crowley carried azira inside and set him down in the nest pacing before speaking. His voice ice cold and controlled.

“Aziraphale…..what did i say about leaving the nest right now?” crowley demanded to know. “......................not...to?” Aziraphale whispered back. Crowley hissed so aziraphale quickly added “sir” 

“Thats right….i did. Funny, i dont think a bakery is your nest Aziraphale…..in face i would argue its a solid mile from where your nest is!” hissed crowley as his scales shimmered in the light of their bedroom. “..........i just wanted a bit of fresh air sir!!! I didn't feel like I was going into heat any time soon!!!” azira argued

“ANGEL THAT IS NOT THE POINT!!! You could have been in danger and then there was the robbery!!! Do you feel it was perfectly fine to trick me with a spell and leave just to have a cake!!” hissed crowley

Aziraphale pouted at his dom. “I feel it was justified sir” Aziraphale said, fluttering his eyelashes in hopes of calming crowley down. His dom had a look equivlent to murder though. “Your overdue for your heat any day now and you had the brillant idea to sneak off to the bakery without me….where there was a fucking robery….AND THEN TRY TO STOP THE ROBBER!?” yelled crowley.

Azira paled a bit as when Crowley put his actions in that light it seemed really bad. “I..i...i was just trying to protect the human crowley darling! And that poor human was very confused. He didn't know what he was doing wrong!!” aziraphale tried to argue but shrunk back at the glowing gold eyes. Crowley paced the floor of the bookshop quietly snarling and hissing at the floor. “....he had a gun angel!!! He was pointing it at your bloody skull and pulled the bloody trigger!!” hissed crowley. 

Azira had nothing to say and looked at the floor ashamed and red faced. Crowley sighed as his rage left him and he looked at the shamed and guilty sub. 

Walking over he hugged azira tight to his chest. “.....i just…..ive already lost you once in that damned fire….i will be blessed if i lose you again so simply to something i can easily prevent…..angel….those alphas wont care your bonded or anything…..and i refuse to let you be hurt like that. Thats why it scared me to wake up and find you gone...do you understand?” crowley asked softly

Aziraphale nodded quietly, hugging Crowley back. Finally crowley let Aziraphale go and paced the room. “That doesn't mean your off scott free...i need to think of a punishment that will stick in your head!” he said pacing 

Finally Crowley faced him and walked over and yanked aziras face up to look at him. Azira went reder at the grin that now covered his doms face. Crowley smiled and hissed in aziras ear “I know just how to punish you my precious dove….when your heat comes….im going to tie you up and have my way with you...but you will not be allowed to touch me” he smiled. 

Aziras face went shocked as he whispered “you wouldn't….” but Crowley only grinned bigger. Of course Crowley himself knew he wouldn't do that for the full heat…..just two days of it to really make it clear to azira that when he says don't leave the nest….it means….DON'T LEAVE THE NEST!

“.....you made your bed angel….now lets lay in it” snickered crowley as he lead his sub to their nest. 

He was right though, Azira did not disobey His Dom after that heat….for at least 6 months. Back to the drawing board crowley.

[snek-snuggles]

Crowley is exhausted. His limbs are heavy, muscles aching. He feels like he could sleep for another decade. The glass in his hand droops, then falls completely. It hits the hardwood of Aziraphale's floor, shattering and spilling red wine.

"Oh angel, 'm sorry."

"No no dear, quite alright. Nothing a little miracle won't fix." Aziraphale waves broadly, glass levitating and reassembling. The wine pours itself back in as if from an invisible bottle.

"You look tired, Crowley. Are you feeling alright?"

"Just tired. Maybe I should go."

"Well, you know I hate to see you go, but if you're tired you should rest. You're welcome to-"

"Thanks, angel. 'M good, though, I'll...I'll call you. When I'm-" he yawns and stretches, hefting himself from the sofa, "Ugh, when I'm awake again."

"Yes, please do. Goodnight, dear."

"Night, angel." The door shuts quietly and Crowley makes his way to the Bentley. He intends to just miracle himself home, not wanting to risk the chance of crashing when he's this tired. He could fix it all, of course. But he was too tied to consider having to do so.

He sits, deciding to put the radio on quietly. He waits for the right moment, when the humans are sparse and not looking. But as he waits, he feels himself drifting...

A few hours after saying goodnight to Crowley, Aziraphale goes to the door to lock up for the night and continue reading upstairs. But in the dim light, he sees the Bentley still parked outside, and Crowley sitting in the front.

He goes out in a hurry, worried something is wrong. He runs over, knocking on the window. Crowley jumps, startled. He removes his glasses, getting his bearings. The window rolls down.

"Dear?"

Crowley chuckles, "Fell asleep waiting for the chance to miracle myself home."

"Why don't you come inside?"

"Really, angel, I'm-"

"Please?" He asks quietly, concern evident in his voice, "Crowley, I would feel better if you stayed. To tell you the truth, I didn't want you to go. I was...I dont want to be alone. Not yet."

Crowley pauses, taking in Aziraphale's pleading eyes and hands, which he doesn't seem to know what to do with.

"I'll stay, angel. Of course I'll stay." Crowley hadn't wanted to leave, but he assumed Aziraphale wanted some time to himself.

Crowley gets out, following Aziraphale back into the shop. Aziraphale locks the door behind them, leading Crowley upstairs.

"The couch is yours, dear. Feel free to miracle it any which way. And do give yourself something more comfortable to sleep in."

"I will, angel. Thank you."

Aziraphale brings a heavy quilt and some extra pillows out. They smell like lavender. He also pours Crowley a glass of water.

"I'll be reading for the night most likely, so don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."

"Thank you, angel. For everything."

"Thank you for staying. I feel much...safer." Aziraphale walks to his room slowly, relieved not to be alone anymore.

"I'll keep you safe." Crowley whispers in the dark.

*****

The next morning Crowley wakes up to the smell of coffee and breakfast. He finds a tray on the table in front of the couch, still hot.

The coffee is perfect and the eggs are delicious. The sun is warm on his face as he slowly awakens.

"Good morning, dear."

"Morning, angel."

"How did you sleep?"

"Very well. Just what I needed."

"I'm so glad dear. And the eggs?"

"Perfect, angel. You didn't have to do that."

"I love hosting."

"You're good at it."

They spend the day together, justnwalking and chatting. It had been so.long since they could just be. The day takes them back to Aziraphale's flat, where they take in a night cap. Crowley shifts uncomfortably, grimacing at the pain in his back.

"Oh dear, that seems quite painful."

"It's...not the best."

Aziraphale laughs, "Always so ready to assure me you're alright. You know it's ok to be tired or in pain, Crowley. I won't love you any less."

Crowley is shocked.

"What? What did- oh! Oh, dear, I just, I just meant..."

"You're an angel, angel. You love everyone. I understand."

"Yes, yes quite..."

They sit in silence for a moment. Then Aziraphale offers to heal his back. Crowley agrees, and Aziraphale places his hands on Crowley's shoulders gently. He closes his eyes and concentrates, letting the healing enter Crowley's body. Crowley shifts again, releasing a satisfying pop and sighing in relief.

"Thanks, angel. 'S much better."

"Any time, dear."

"Angel, should I...?" He gestures to the couch.

"Erm...I would love it if you did, yes. Still a bit..."

"Me too, angel. Just seeing where you stood on the subject. Happy to."

"Oh, thank you."

*****

That night Aziraphale hears a small noise from the living room. He ignores it, sure it was just Crowley moving around. But there it is again, louder. Then "No, angel..."

Aziraphale gets up, tip toeing around the dark corner. Crowley is asleep, but he's restless.

"No, please. Leave us alone..."

Aziraphale has never had a nightmare. He's not slept enough. But he's come to enough bedsides (in invisible form) to comfort humans and animals to recognize one.

In an instant he's at Crowley's side, stroking his hands gently.

"Crowley dear, everything's alright. Wake up Crowley, you're safe."

Crowley's eyes fly open as he sits upright.

"Ah! Oh, angel. Good. I'm...I'm sorry. I-"

He sighs, catching his breath. Aziraphale holds his hands gently, squeezing in reassurance.

Crowley's face is wet with tears. Aziraphale reaches up to dry them with his soft sleeve. Crowley sniffles, embarrassed. He shies away, hiding his face.

"Don't be sorry, dear. Why don't you come sleep in here with me?"

Crowley doesn't want to, he feels ashamed. But he does want to, because he feels so alone. He hesitates, giving in finally. He follows Aziraphale into his bedroom, climbing in on the side that was still made neatly.

"I can read in the dark if the light will bother you."

"No, leave it on."

Aziraphale recognizes the slight fear in his voice and cringes, hating to see Crowley so upset. He lays a hand on Crowley's shoulder as he tucks in, reassuring Crowley more.

The next morning, Crowley wakes up with his arms around Aziraphale. The angel is tucked up under his chin, holding him too.

"I love you too, you know."

"I know." Aziraphale whispers back, surprising Crowley, who thought he was asleep. He wants to explain or apologize, but instead he kisses Aziraphale on the head, as they both drift off again.

@kuroi-tsuru thanks for the request! I hope you like it!

[disloopy]

the heart is deceiving pt.2

bloo

genre: angst, smut

word count: 1.8k

a/n. firstly i apologize for how long this part is i just rlly wanna add everyth and it’ll all make sense in the end ok. n e ways regarding the whole bloo scandal and stuff idk cuz im not rlly a whole ass bloo stan aight so im gonna kinda stay away from that until he or someone clears stuff up so i dont do the whole “cancelled/uncancelled” thing lol k read

LAST a/n i promise. i changed it to first person pov cuz bitch i wrote the entire thing in first person on accident and i just cant deal w this any more

LIPS. daniel's were dripping with ambrosia. kissing him was like tasting an eternal summer, an immortal hour of golden skies, humid nights, honey kissed skin bronze and glistening as we moved against each other.

in this short span of time, daniel seemed to know everything about me; what i loved, what i hated, what got my heart racing and my breathing heavy, he knew what turned me on and he did it with finesse.

seeing him sit up, red marks on his back as he leaned against the bed frame and lit up a cigarette, felt like a scene taken straight from an angst filled movie. i wanted to admire every aspect of him; the way his damp hair stuck to his forehead, the purple bruises forming dark clouds over the moon tattoo, a cigarette dangling between his swollen pink lips.

i curled under the white sheets, so different from my own patterned ones, feeling immersed in the comforting smell of him. he rolled out of bed to get me my jacket to cover myself with. "this is yours," i told him when he handed it to me.

"what's mine is yours, baby." daniel laid down next to me and i wrapped my fingers around the golden necklace that hung loosely around his neck, pulling his face closer to kiss his lips once more. perhaps the taste of his lips was like the food of the greek gods ― pleasurable and addictive.

when my father called that night, i let another lie escape my dirty lips, telling him i had left the party and decided to stay over with jojo. "i'll see you tomorrow then, baby. love you."

"i love you too, daddy." why was i compelled to do the worst things when it came to daniel? i didn't know, but i liked it.

daniel raised his eyebrows as i hung up the phone. "oh, i thought you were talking to me when you said that." i clicked my tongue and laid my throbbing head on the pillow. it's like my lie came to life.

"do you think anyone heard us?" i asked daniel, looking up at him. the smoke seeping out of his lips enveloped my face for a second, and i indulged in the suffocating feeling.

"who cares? they'll only hear your moans... the real sight is for me to see."

he talked like that usually,  but he was definitely wasted tonight. he tried to put his arms around me but i rolled onto my side, away from him. "what's wrong, baby? you didn't like it?" daniel rested his head on my shoulder and i reached up, running my fingers through his hair.

"will you forget everything in the morning."

daniel scoffed, his breath tickling my skin. "i never forget... but in case i do, then we can do it all over again and it'll feel like the first time." i laughed softly, and then turned to look at him, running my fingers over the birthmark on his cheek and over his lips, just like i had fantasized about doing on more nights than one.

daniel just parted his lips, taking my finger into his mouth, his eyes unwavering as they stared into mine. daniel was everything i wanted to be, everything i needed him to be; fearless, emotional, dominant.

"do you... really like me?"

"you talk too much," daniel groans, lighting up another cigarette. "i do... but if you ever end up in my bed again, don't think about asking me such a question."

i received stares when daniel dropped me off at school the next day, in his black bentley with the roof down and the early morning breeze running through my hair, much like his fingers had done just the previous night.

"see you later, baby?" said daniel, pressing a kiss on my lips that caused everything to somehow fall into place. i would leave the shadow of his lips on mine, getting me through the day.

it didn't take long for jojo to point out the band-aids on placed carefully on my knees caused by the rough work of last night. i didn't expect anything less from daniel.

"was it really like that?"

i nodded, taking a long chug from my water bottle. "it was like that. all fucking night long. he didn't even let me get on the bed until he was done."

"my, my, my, it's always the ones who look innocent that are the most freaky," jojo remarked, shaking her head. "and while you were getting it on with daniel, tattoo face has been blowing up my phone."

"jinyoung?"

"whatever his name is."

sometimes i wish that i could be like jojo - so caught up in her own world, independent, free of need to feel important or appreciated. maybe that's why people were just so drawn to her. i, on the other hand, craved attention and daniel didn't mind giving it to me. we fit each other.

TOGETHER. that's the way we were mostly found. tangled in between daniel's sheets, wrapped in each other's arms, clinging to one other ― where one went, the other followed. his friends soon became mine and my one (1) friend became theirs. just like that we became connected and feeling that connection was something worth risking for in life.

"mm baby wake up... i have to take you to school." the low, gravelly voice stirred me from my sleep but i didn't have enough motivation to open my eyes. last night, i had sneakily set an alarm on daniel's phone titled "wake y/n up for school" ― not that i couldn't have done it myself, i just thought it would be nice to be woken up by daniel this morning.

i stretched out my arms and laid my head atop his. "i don't wanna go to school," i murmured softly with a yawn. daniel grinned and snuggled closer to me, his arms snaking around my waist so that my back was pressed against his bare chest.

"okay."

my eyes fluttered open as i yawned again. "you're supposed to tell me that i have to go."

daniel propped himself up on his elbow, brushing the strands of hair out of my eyes. "why would i do that? i want to lie in bed with you all day long, maybe fuck you back to sleep." it may have been too early in the morning to be affected by daniel's words but they hovered around my body, squeezing my insides right down to my very core.

i reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck and he lowered his head, trailing kisses down my jaw and shoulder. daniel could never waste enough time getting me undressed, hands ghosting along my skin, his lips worshiping me like i was something divine. my fingers running through his hair and his fingers complimenting all my curves and edges.

between us was electricity and friction, silence being broken only by my soft whimpers for i could no longer handle the enticing touch of his body and craved more than just that.

then a sudden interruption came with the opening of the door and nicholas's voice informing us that they were going out to eat breakfast. "what the fuck, nick!" daniel exclaimed, throwing a pillow at his friend before covering me with his body. "do you mind?"

nicholas just yawned, bored. "how am i supposed to know she slept over?"

"as if you couldn't hear us last night."

"ok just get ready, we're leaving now." he shook his head and walked out the door. i wanted daniel to get closer, to bury my face in his tousled hair, his hands to dutifully commend my body. but instead he sat up, checking his phone.

i sighed, wrapping the blanket around my bare chest. "you didn't lock your door?"

daniel smiled sheepishly. "i guess i forgot?"

"or did you want someone to find us?" i asked seriously. "you act like our sex life is to be shared with the entire world."

"shouldn't it be?"

"only if you wanna put a label on it," i murmured quietly so he wouldn't be able to hear me. daniel was so obviously into exhibition and i found it strange how he didn't mind his friends walking in on us, knowing about us, what we chose to do together.

daniel talked about things while we were in the car; things i only cared about because he cared about them. somehow what was special to him meant something to me because it was a side of him i never knew existed, yet loved all the same. and because his bros were a big part of his life, they became a part of mine - like i finally found a proper family.

"hey - um," daniel started when we stopped in front of my school building. i stopped in the process of slipping on my bag to turn and look at him. "i wanted to ask you something."

i became interested. "what is it?"

daniel sighed, looking down at his lip as if he was unsure about something. "i just thought... let's make it official? do you want to be my girlfriend?" i didn't know what to say. i assumed we were already dating with the amount of time we spent with each other, on his bed but i guess he felt differently.

when i didn't reply, daniel continued. "i mean, i've been hooking up with girls but i'm sick of them coming onto me like i've got nothing better to do... it's different with you."

"oh..." i faltered, knowing i should have expected something like that. it was just the most daniel thing to do.

"do you not wanna?"

"no! i mean, yes... yes of course i want to be your girlfriend," i told him, lacing my fingers through his. "but... we haven't even been on a proper date yet."

daniel grinned, pulling me closer just to press his lips against mine, tugging on my bottom lip before i moved away. "then where would you like to go? hm, baby?"

i thought about it for a second. "monet's diner? it's like at the edge of downtown."

"of all the nice places in ventura, you want to go to a diner?"

unlike daniel, i still wasn't familiar with the boujee lifestyle that came like second nature to him. i've never owned anything expensive and never wanted more than what life had to offer me. maybe being with daniel would mean having to change all that.

"the last time i ate there was with my mom," i explained, looking down at my schoolbag, playing with zipper. "i just never had someone else to go there with... until now."

daniel reached up and touched my cheek, probably the most gentle gesture of affection he'd ever shown. "then we'll go there."

[staatsanwaltnightingale]

Are they, are they not?

„GoodOmens“ content was flooding my dash for a while now.

At first I ignored it, but I grew more curious with every post about the show, cute fanart does that to you.

So i made an amazon prime account (thankfully there is a free month option) to check out for myself what that hype was all about:

Aka the two cents noone asked for.

I like bible story adaptations. Though I myself am not a believer, I love the concept of angels, demons, gods, mythical creatures, all that good stuff. Makes sweet fuel for the creativity engine.

I did enjoy the story, the story telling. I liked quite a lot of the characters. The humor. Cringed at some scenes and lines.

All in all the series was a solid 4,5 out of 5.

The big questionis: Are the angel Aziraphale and the demon Crowley a thing?

((Now I only watched the TV Series, never read the book. But as far as I am aware, what I could gather from tumblr posts anyway, there are quite a lot of differences, so they should be treated seperately.

What I could gather, in the book they held hands facing the Apocalypse, and at the end moved into a cottage together.

What I do know, is that in the series one of the angels that cornered Aziraphale to question him, called Crowley something along the lines of „your boyfriend with the sunglasses“.

If they arnt canon, why put a line like this in there. I mean yeah I guess its meant as harmless joke but did they really have to include that?))

- I have seen many opinions on this:

Some claim it is absolutely canon, refering to the creators confirming it in an interview.

- Others say they are just (best) friends.

- My friend told me she read an article where the creators (or one of them anyway) said that they cant be in a love relationship because celestial beings apparently dont have a concept of that kind of love. To which I call bullshit, because not only do they experience love for things like food or a bentley to the point they are „having a moment here“ when it burns down, to crying over the loss of a best friend.

Its not a huge leap from best friends to Significant others, rather its a pretty small step.

And before anyone says something along the lines „Just because they dont have sex on screen...“ yada yada. Of course they dont have to fuck to be a valid couple. I myself wish nothing more than  relationship stories that dont revolve around sex in this over sexualised world. Id love to see more Asexual rep.

I love their relationship: being fond of each others company, wanting to run off together, worrying for eachother, caring for eachother,  having fun together...but how hard would it be to say „I love you“ or hold hands while smiling lovingly at eachother. Because as cute as their interactions are, you COULD interpret it as just really close friends.

Hell, there are still a lot of people denying Korrasami (the lesbian couple from the show „the legend of Korra“), calling them gal pals and seeing their handholding and them longingly gazing at eachother as being really close friends. (disclaimer, Im not saying their relationship has been established in a perfect way with all the love triangle going on etc.)

- I read an article, where N.G said that it IS a love story, which kind of love, though, is up to the viewers interpretation. Which, to me, is one of the rudest things to say, especially as an supposed ally. What does he think have we been doing all these years? Starving for representation, the lgbt-etc community kept grasping at any ever so small hint, clinging to any for two same gendered individuals atypical interaction they could find, just to be shown the middle finger in the end.

Is it queerbaiting?

((If Im not mistaken the book and the series was written by two authors, and I dont know, to me, if its not both parties agreeing on them being gay, and only one pushing this narrative, then I wouldnt count it.

Also im not sure why he is practically begging for fanfictions. If your show is good and you have nice character you dont even have to say a thing and there are thousand fanfictions appearing every second. Mostly fetish/kink based porn fanfictions, but yeah.))

((Disclaimer: Before I get jumped, yes I know angels and demons have no gender, I am aware of that.

But they present themselves mostly as men. Sometimes as women.

So lets just say it would be a win for nonebinaries and homosexuals alike.))

Many shows like using queerbaiting to boost their views. Using interactions between two same gendered people, including romantice cues, to wake the illusion of a possible homosexual relationship, but keep it vague enough not to throw off the straight viewership.

And boy do the fish bite, just to be tossed into the grinder when the show is done and it turns out, hey those two characters were straight all along. Silly fish.

I mean, are straight people not tired of the „will they wont they trope“?

Also it bothers me how we have two celestial beings knowing eachother for thousands of years  with the potential of an enemies, to friends, to best friends, to significant others love story and get nothing (?).

But then we have two characters that literally just met, and they fuck in a storm because of a prophecy.

That scene threw me off. Did I miss something? Did they stop the storm by fucking? Also haha hes a virgin. And after that they are together.

That being said, in no way do I want to force the creators to change their characters into something they didnt envision them to be. But if you didnt plan it then stick to your actual plan and dont give people, who are starved for this kind of content, false hope so you can collect browny points and/or gain more viewers. And Im pretty sure making their interactions as gay as they are is a huge part why this show exploded so hard.

Also we should stop praising „browny point fishing creators“. (of any media)

In this case its absolutely valid to praise the creators of Good Omens for a good show, I liked the series too.  

But dont put them on the throne as saviors of the lgbt community.

((As I already mentioned, I liked the show, it was a cute little story with nice characters.

But I dont really want to invest my time and energy into supporting a noncanon pairing like I used to.

Its tiring and draining and ends in sadness. Id rather move on.))

This is a written mess and all over the place, so please do correct me on anything that I got wrong.

All I want to know is the truth.

[freshoutofthegutter]

"Oliver Ward!", she managed as he boldly stroked her thigh as she was putting on shoes for her evening run.

"We are not going to have sex right now", she finished reaching for the other balenciaga shoe but he caught it first.

"Your ideas are lame, mine are so much better", he argued groping her butt.

"How about we have shower sex", she offered. He halted for a moment. "When I return ", she managed. As she felt him hook her leg over his back.

"Nuuu", he grumbled settling between the space on her chest.

Naturally she couldn't stop herself from playing with his hair. He hummed in agreement and landed a few hundred kisses on her face.

"You smell sexy", he spoke placing a kiss on her jawline.

"The only word I heard was smell", she laughed. He raised himself up on his elbows on and looked her dead in the eye

"Its sexy pheromones", and dived back in this time holding her boobs as stress balls.

"Fine sexy pheromones", she agreed.

This time he tried to get up but she held on tighter.

"I have a call", he huffed. Holding her back.

"And I need to get my pre-sex marathon cardio in", she grinned.

"Nuuuu, you tantalising tease, leave this room and run", he spoke in a theatrical manner as they both reluctantly got up from the divan.

"How about pool sex?", she called as they both walked down the staircase.

Well invested in the idea he asked "which one?", as he grabbed her wrist knowing that his little wife would run off after saying something seductive.

"Whatever you pick baby", she winked on her tip of her shoes to properly kiss him.

"I'm gonna run. And you make us more money", she pointed with her head to the direction of the office.

He laughed at her comment. With new zeal he walked to his office to get the job done.

She knew she was accompanied by security. With a quick nod to Oliver's head of security she told him where she needed to go. A small run around the property.

Their closest neighbor's were about a 2000 feet away which granted them incredible privacy.

She stretched and began to run at a slow pace. Soon she had launched into a mild rhythm that had her thoughts wandering into a million direction.

She mainly thought of the brunch tomorrow . The flower arrangements. The sides that needed to be put out. Above all how to get her dad's attention turned away from the mint green piano that Tina had gotten them as a joke. It was an identical one to the matte black in Oliver's Italian family home. A fine piece of history that belonged to his grandfather.

The familiar burn of the lactic acid buildup in her muscles caused her to slow her run to a walk. She walked for another twenty minutes and the amount of water lost by her body being to make its effects known. She checked the time on her smartwatch. It was thirty minutes past six.

Upon seeing a McDonalds franchise she walked another seven minutes to get to it. She smiled to herself recalling the time she was shocked that FCCU had their own MCB and other fast food chains on the campus. The franchise carried the same name as their residential society.

She walked inside and found it to be slightly smaller in side to the ones she had seen. It was wonderfully chilly inside. Given the moist September air. She stood calmly for a moment as two kids in crocks raced past her to get their ice cream floats.

She walked up to the counter greeting the cashier she asked for a bottle of water and debated whether she should break her non-coffee-vacation streak. She looked at the Happy meals on display with a nostalgic smile when she was interrupted by Jamie to let her know what they needed to leave.

She was mildly shocked at first that Jamie demanded that they leave immediately. She got her water bottle and Jamie payed the due. The cashier was confused.

To top things off Jamie handed her his phone. Which was still connected to a Certain "O Ward".

"Hello?", she asked unsure.

"Hello. Where are you", he spoke back rapidly.

"Hey. I'm at McDonalds, just getting water and coffee, are you okay?", she asked casually.

"Are you okay?", he asked at the same time. She smiled slightly. That they finished each other's sentences. As their universe revolved around each other.

"Are you really okay? I'm asking in absolute seriousness". His tone was stern.

"Yes. Darling", she assured her hand settling on her heart. As she quickly looked around once. "I'm absolutely certain that I'm safe and I'll be home in a few". She said.

"Alright. I love you. Just come back to me safe and sound.", he urged.

"And I you. Dearest", she nodded before handing the phone to Jamie.

She didn't even have to go to the counter to receive her order for it was all done.

She looked at the menu one last time before making an exit.

"Mr. Ward says that "we have to take the car no walking", Jamie explained as he opened the Bentley SUV door.

"Is everything Alright?", she asked after settling in. Jamie was on the phone with someone as Eric handed her the coffee and bottle. Nervously forgetting about her thirst she began to sip on the cold coffee. Almost crushing the cup in her hand. They began driving the moment he was off the phone. She launched into deduction mode and finally asked. "Is Oliver alright?",

Jamie made eye contact with her and said no everything is fine. Before making another call.

"What about Tina?", she turned to Eric. Eyes frantic. "The family, my parents. Drew?". She rambled. Over analysing brain into overdrive.

"Madam everyone is absolutely safe", Jamie repeated twice but she had almost shut down. They parked outside the mansion. 

"Block is secured", she heard Eric.

"Tina's plane landed. Driver is taking her to the hotel as we speak", Eric informed as he stepped in the main gates along with her.

She noticed that the lights had come on and Oliver was waiting at the door for her.

Looking into his phone.

For a moment all form of worry melted away as they saw each other. She calmly walked up to him as he bathed her in the warmth of his gorgeous smile. His clothes smelled of their linens, detergent and his own biochemistry deliciously incorporated in the fancy Jean Paul Gauthier that he favours. He pulled her into his side and observed her closely for any form of injuries. Once satisfied he quickly kissed her and reminded himself that he was holding her.

"I don't think that it was an attack but just to be on the safe side, sweep all the houses the family is staying in. Particularly the hotel", her heart fluttered slightly as she heard him acknowledge her weird family as his.

"Speak to Armando, Drew is getting to the site now and Dont tell Tina". She felt him pull her a little more into his side. And she hugged him by placing her arms around him.

"Also cancel our reservation plans", he finished as they walked into the main lobby.

It was perhaps their favourite thing about the house. The Swarovski crystal fishes flooded the house with an incredible aura of  positivity. He saw the setting Sun reflect and was almost blinded by the magical reflection they left on the high walls and ceiling. A sense of possessive overcame him. He was sure that no one would dare plan a terrorising attack on their house.

"What's wrong Darling?"? She asked as they walked to one of the four living rooms in their mansion.

It was the smallest one but the it was able to grant a wide view of the floor plan.

"Sit", he pointed to the sofa. She grabbed onto his forearm and dragged him with her. "Explain", she pinned him with her most brave stare.

"I want you to understand that appropriate security measures are being taken and no one will get to you or anyone in the family", his voice was heavy and dripping with valor. She felt blood rush to her face.

"I dont understand, just tell me",  she cried.

"My love.", he paused to grab her face and take a deep breath. "No need for you to worry or panic.", she groaned.

"There was a small fire or explosion in the B12 research centre, people are getting on discovering or predicting the cause", he was explaining. As she felt herself melting with relief in his face and practically falling onto him.

"Alright. We're melting now", he was observing her pretty closely. But she didn't seem like she needed any medical assistance.

"Oh dear lord. And here my brain literally thought of cancer and tumors and kingsman shite", she admitted.

"what I'm trying to say is. That we need to deal with this. A team has already started to take into consideration the possible causes and we have to wait and see which is accurate and lots of zoom calls.", he emphasized.

"Which means mini vacation is ceased for the moment", she offered.

"Yes. I'm afraid so", he agreed. "I was more than happy to deal with the situation on my own but they needed to speak with you too", he added.

"Cool", she shrugged feeling the muscles of his obliques tighten.

"So you're not upset", he piped.

"Ofcourse not", she lifted her head to look at his face directly. "Also I broke my no coffee streak so what I am I ever going to do with the energy", she winked. Shamelessly feeling his body and grinding up on him.

He reached for her lovely derrier and adjusted her In a more pleasurable position for the both of them. She hummed in satisfaction. As they took their time to make out.

His smart watch made a sound to let them know that first base and heavy petting was over. It was time to deal with business.

"Drew or Armando?", she asked as they both sat up. "Armando", he answered walking away to collect his phone from Celine their manager/PA who had  travelled with them on this trip.

"I'm gonna go shower", she pointed to the ceiling.

"Sure", he grumbled along with a few other words like cock Block and money and blue balls before switching into a professional demeter to speak on the phone.

"Hello, Celine", Tirza greeted as she grabbed her to go coffee cup from the table.

"Hello. Madam", she answered back. "We have excellent coffee here the same brand you prefer", Celine pointed to the cup in her hand.

"Oh yes I saw those. Thank you for being so kind and thoughtful", Tirza smiled.

"Can I take that for you?", she gestured to the empty cup. "And perhaps get Khalida to make you a new". She offered.

"None of that will be necessary. But I would like you to take an account of all the kids that our staff has and have happy meals sent to them and perhaps something for their parents too", Tirza informed and Celine was more that happy to comply.

"And Celine have you considered a checklist for the things that we may require tomorrow?", she began as they both walked up the stairs.

"Yes I've divided the list in accordance and I've taken the liberty to email them to you. In checklist form Ofcourse", she disclosed.

"Thank you Celine, perfectly executed", she praised entering the master bedroom for a quick shower.

"Alright. I understand that certain remains of the sodium salt required in the chemical analysis had clung to the fabric of the lab coat", Tirza agreed casting a quick glance at the clock on the desk. It was somewhere around 10. PM but still early in Italy. Oliver had popped by 15 minutes ago to let her know that he was going to be on a call with the family. Since his mother had received news about the incident from Drew.

"What we need to understand is that was the research material destroyed accidentally, it was merely preliminary results", Tirza argued.

"It could have been an attempt", a voice provoked.

Irked with the absurd theories regarding the fire.

She wished to Eat the cactus on the table rather than further agrue with these mindless pricks.

She still needed to talk on the phone with Joshua. Ask him about his day and the POA regarding the lab day he had missed.

Disclose the situation to Tina and tell her not to panic.

She rubbed at her temple. Almost filtering out the excessive arguments that broke out between the Director of research and one of the sponsors.

"Gentlemen, this is precisely why it was necessary to invest in an insurance policy. Their guy comes in tomorrow and sees how things go", she reminded everyone on the call. There was a small grumble.

"But what we should take into consideration is that was this preplaned or caused by human error", she reprimanded.

"If it was sabotaged the we will sue the doctor", the sponsor threatend.

"And if it is not then we must all remember that we as researchers have to consider human error and limitations, have we not set fire to things or perhaps broken a few test tubes", Tirza joked.

A small chuckle was heard.

"I once got some h2so4 on my lab journal, smaller than a drop but it burned through a few pages", she recalled.

"But this wasn't a mere lab journal, Mrs. Ward", he borderline scolded.

"It is Dr.Vincent for legal purposes not even my husband calls me that, you know better cousin," she corrected.

"Dr. K, be at ease and tell the student not to worry, this small incident has exposed to us a flaw within our safety control program and we will rectify this in the future", she assured.

"I will not bargain an important asset for price of a small controlled problem that we shouldn't even be talking about until the insurance guy doesn't construct a verdict", she was directly speaking to the sponsor who also happened to be Oliver's distant cousin on his father's side.

"Very well", he agreed.

Her eyes were aching as she saw Oliver walk into her office. With a peculiar look on his face.

He settled into the tiny chair staring at her not saying a word.

She quickly said goodbye as Celine walked in, after a quick chat with Celine. The couple bid her goodnight but there was much that needed to be done for the night.

With a moody Oliver still gawking at her. She took the time to pen a quick to do list for tomorrow.

"What?", she asked walking over to him, simply sitting in his lap.

"For legal purposes", he repeated.

"Yes. It is my title and qualification", she pointed out.

"And what does your husband call you?", he emphasized as the energy of the room shifted.

"Tirza", she joked. Getting up. Walking out into the massive lobby. He got on his heels.

"Where are you going?", he reached for her wrist. But she slipped through his grip.

"Kitchen for food", she giggled. Knowing that pretty soon she would pinned to the massive 8 foot mirror.

"Why so?", he tutted. Standing right behind her. Making her grin because he was predictable for moment.

She rested her heated face on the cool mirror surface trying to hide her grin as his right left settled settled around her neck. His wedding band on the rapidly beating vein on the right of her neck.

He flexed his grip once and  she giggled.

"I dont find it funny or cute when you deny my invitations for dinner", he grabbed her around her slim waist. She noticed that he was wearing his signet.

"I already said that I", she snapped.

He flexed his hand in warning. Cutting her mid sentence. Making her grin at the panther like vibe rolling off him.

"Had coffee?", he mocked. Looking at her in disbelief. " go ahead say it", he taunted making eye contact in the mirrors. Fingers angling her face up. Thumb flirting with the seam of her lip.

They both played this game well. Had perfected it over time. Became masters.

"I've had a coffee", she taunted as an echoing smack followed landing on her left buttcheek. That had place her palms on the mirror panes and rise to her toes.

Making eye contact she murmured.

"So be it husband",

He grinned back quintessentially predatory.

          ***** insert super hot smut*****

An hour or so later.

She stretched casually and contently on the deep sofa of the gaming room.

The lights were dimmed and she had fallen asleep in their post glow/cuddling/ after shower.

"What time is it?", she picked all her hair up and looked at the wet patch on the white faux fur of the headrest.

"Somewhere around 12", he murmured against her lips.

"Big Oof", she grinned falling back onto the fur.

"Mega Goof", he naturally completed.

"2 hours is a new record", he commented. Tracing a particular spot on her hip. An elysian smile hovering on his artistic lips.

"My arm is still twitching", she poked it once again.

"Hmm", he was mentally elsewhere.

"What did I say?", she questioned picking at the fine hair on his arm.

"That you want dinner?", he nuzzled her nose with his.

"Fine whatever,  she was now getting up and reached over for his robe.

"Where are my clothes?", she looked around.

He pointed to the door " outside". He stretched in a king like position on the sofa.

"Oomiii gawd!", she cried. Running out to retrieve her clothing.

She quickly poked her head  to glance at the hallway.

Which was clean and empty. Mortified she stared back at his smug face.

"Where are they?", she whisper yelled. Stretching her arm to her left.

"If you want round two just ask", he rolled his eyes getting up. Strolling towards her.

"Fuck you", she swore looking around for her clothes.

"Here I found your knickers", he flung the lacy material to her. She quickly caught it.

"Where are the rest?",

"Wash", he supplied as they walked down the stair into the kitchen.

The fridge was open and he pulled out a box containing a small salad.

"Eat because I your kind husband requested khalida to make this for you when you were sleeping", he spoke as he sipped on a bourbon coffee. "See how much I adore you." He most certainly over sugared it.

A weird doubt settled and she wished he would answer in negative.

"Khalida found the clothes right and put them in the wash?", she deduced.

"Maybe", he shrugged. She knew by now that the maybe was a definitely.

"What are you having?", she pointed with her fork chewing crunchy sweet lettuce.

"Decaffeinated coffee", he lied.

"With milk right?", she went back to eating.

No reply. No coffee lecture or horrified look.

Not the ideal conversationalist are we now. But it was indeed after 12.

"I'm gonna sleep", she mumbled climbing the stairs back up.

"I'll speak to Eric", he nodded.

"Kay", her voice echoed.

Popping into the laundry room to check out the dryer.

Her clothes were hung up in the fancy air dryer. The  cotton fabric dry and an indicator that it had been washed an hour ago.

"Dont overthink it", he yawned on her shoulder. "Its her job", he reminded her.

"Fine, now hold my finger", she agreed. He smiled.

As he linked his pinky with hers. Knowing that this was a small ritual she has been performing. She took a deep breath and began her silent prayer. Thanking the lord for her husband and everything else. Falling asleep with a thankful heart and in the arms of her beloved.

      *le morning*

He was on his second cup of coffee. He had woken up at an absurd hour as he was still adjusting. The 2 hour video conference had her drained along with the activities that followed. It was around 10 am and she was still passed out.

Oliver quietly sipped his espresso as he and Celine chatted with Tina over the phone and explained to her what had happened.

Tina made a lewd comment regarding her dumb fuk  of a sister when she had accidentally popped by earlier for work purposes. He casually smiled and promised to pass on the joke that she had made to her sister being passed out after being involved in vigorous exercise.

*wink wink*

It was precisely 11 am. When he was done with his workout. He had a small snack post workout. Went to his office to check on emails before he ignored the work for the rest of the day.

"You need to stop stealing my post it notes", she entered the office space as he crossed another thing off the list she had penned prior.

"Bellesima, bonjorno", he spoke with reverence. Bathing in her radiance.

"Bellesima, me later!",

"Why didn't you wake me up?", she inquired picking up the yellow paper frowning.

"Because you looked like the depiction of divinity sleeping", he offered holding his hands before him. Smiling.

"Omg. I was supposed to get my hair and nails done in time and now I have none" she settled in his lap. Thankful that his chair was massive and could house them both.

"You looked peaceful, like a troll that had never gotten sleep", he rolled his eyes.

"Wow, maturity suits you, I have to pick between nails and hair now", she debated holding his hands. He drew hearts, wrote his name on her hand as she decided.

"I'll just straighten my hair and wear the rings", she pointed to the drawer in his table that housed her wedding band and the engagement ring.

" you're agreeable, whenever you sleep past ten we should do that more often", he remarked.

"No its merely the results of my orgasmic after glows.", she grinned. Resting her hands on his shoulders she winked suggestively.

"Minx", he shook his head. Full on snogging her. Almost about to participate in office sex.

"Take glasses off. I have no self control", she cried.

Diving her hands in his hair.

"As much as I'd love to do that!, you need to give me 10 minutes", he broke free. She refused to let him go so he gently placed her on the stuffy chair on the left.

She stared back in disbelief. He took a moment to compose himself as he rearranged the contents of his table.

She still sat away sulking. Glaring.

He turned around and got the rings he needed from the drawer. He phone dinged. Making her narrow her eyes at him.

He smiled looking at the text and placed the ring box on her lap and walked out.

Strangely puzzled by his behaviour she found him taking to Celine outside who had arranged a stylist to do her hair. Eventually everyone got to work.

She toyed with the ring on her hand left hand and watched him walk into the room as she sat before the vanity. He didn't talk to her perhaps he too was nervous and needed time to ground himself. He changed his attire and left quietly. The stylist was trying to conceal her reaction to his existence.

But Tirza was more concerned about the lack of communication.

When her hair was straight and set. She got up to pick her phone to ring Tina around 11:20 only to hear him yelling her name. Startled. She ran, to the source of him voice. The coffee in her system making her crazy.

"Oliver!", she called back.

"Tesora", he answered back. She saw him at the bottom of the stairs. Practically bouncing with energy.

She almost stumbled down the stairs only for him to grab her wrist and start running.

She waved a quick hi to Khalida as she passed by her. Who was grining too.

They quickly passed by the indoor pool.

"What do you see?", he asked.

" a perfectly good pool", she guessed.

"But. Its empty", he pointed with his head. As he kissed her.

"Okay, but dont try to mess my hair up", she jumped with joy sliding the thin stap of her top. He stopped her by placing a kiss on the scar on her shoulder.

"Wait", and then they were running again.

They finally stopped outside a door.

"Close your eyes", he requested pulling out a piece of silk from his pocket.

"Kinky, now?", she pushed the hair away from her face. Closing her eyes.

She hear the door click, and he carried her in the room.

"I'm going to put you down now, you have to stand", he informed her.

She nodded.

"What do you hear", he whispered on her earlobe making her shiver.

She focused really hard and it was the sound of the water.

"Water, please tell me that you've cancelled the plans and shifted it to dinner because we are busy", she spoke realising what may take place now.

He just laughed.

"Ding ding", she cheared.

"Almost there", he traced her arm and they began walking again.

"Happy 7 month anniversary, darling", he slid the silk off. It was slightly static because of her hair. But the sight before her rendered her gobsmacked.

The outdoor pools she had seen three days ago. Now had Koi fishes fluttering in the water. There had to be 20 or more.

She was mesmerised. "They are beautiful", she praised. "Thank you so much",

He was walking into he small pool towards the fountain as he reached over and retrieved something.

"Something to commemorade", he said walking towards her.

"Your clothes", she giggled.

[writingwithlulu]

Dafuq.

You know what sucks?

You can be sittin somewhere, and then realize that you are in danger. Not because you've done anything wrong, but because your skin is a shade too dark or you wrap your hair for modesty. Honestly, that sounds like some bs to me.

You know what sucks?

You can be driving and subconsciously pray that nobody pulls you over, because that may be the last time you see anyone. A move that cant be undone. Isnt that fun?

"It sounds weird when you put it that way"

I hear white people say as i protest the lie they've fed themselves.

I get we cant change the past. I know people arent perfect, but its sad when theres all this bad and you choose to ignore it instead of changing into a decent human being.

And seeing as how you wanna act all friendly and say nigga and hop in the bentley with the black rappers you idolize, its weird how in your idol eyes you still choose to say nothing about what happens when people are kicking a innocent man until he dies. You love getting tattos in languages you dont know such as arabic, but act like you scared outta ya shit when you see someone who looks close to it. THAT DONT MAKE SENSE.

All i gotta say is: Dafuq.

[babyfeetandpawprints]

Midnight thoughts... agree or disagree?

So I just want to talk about how horrible I feel for the people out there that would love to be parents but can’t be. The moment I became a mother was the most amazing, life changing, beautiful moment of my life. I have been graced with my daughters presence for only 5 months and I already don’t remember what life is life with out her. From the moment I wake up in the morning, till the moment I close my eyes that evening I care for my innocent, loving, affectionate, accomplished little girl; I wouldn’t have it any other way. Since my daughter has been born I tried returning to work and it just didn’t seem right. What’s best for me and my family right now is for me to be home with my two babies. Brooklynn & Bentley. (My daughter and fur baby) Anyways, what I was trying to get to was the fact that it breaks my heart to see people have children and just not be interested in being a parent. First off, I just can’t seem to understand how you could be blessed with a beautiful, healthy baby and not want to be a full time parent. Don’t get me wrong moms and dads do need a break sometimes but to not have your child so you can go “party” or “hangout with friends” is absurd. If you choose to be a parent then a parent is what your child needs. Not a part time parent, a full time loving role model for your child to look up at and get taught by. I believe that Alex and I have a very good balance between family time spent at home and a social life so we can go out and see friends and family. By social life I mean Alex, myself, AND Brooklynn. Since Brooklynn has been born Alex and I have had maybe two or three dates night (nothing more then a couple hours) So my point is, these poor people who WOULD be that full time loving role model can’t be and these part time party parents can be. It’s so sad that not everyone can be blessed with a beautiful healthy baby. I am very fortunate for the family I have and I would never take that for granted. & to all the people that aren’t as fortunate to have children on there own, DONT give up. If you want to be a parent there are many ways you can be. Find a way that is best for you and no matter what way you choose, you will feel like your whole world has fallen into place. You too can feel the love and compassion it takes to be a parent. The unconditional love you will feel will be the best feeling that is given to you in this world.

[sweetlifetownsville]

Solicitor Barry Taylor's Former Business Mate Gets Two And A Half Years In The Jug

Labor influencer Wayne Myers getting jail time for his role in the Ipswich corruption scandal must be embarrassing for Big Bazza Taylor, the worlds most touchy solicitor when it comes to his business dealings. Mind you, Taylor did no wrong when he teamed up briefly with Myers in Townsville more than a decade ago, but unfair perceptions of guilt by association may be about to get worse for our much loved legal foghorn. Our receding floodwaters have revealed some home truths about the cupidity of our council, and the fallacy of the Bulletins tub-thumping agenda. Do you reckon that her call for a Qantas boycott was our mayors finest hour? Well, now the she who would be the Battlers Boedicia has gone one better threatening insurance companies with a big stick, which may well end with a more damaging push back than the Qantas call. But spite of all our tribulations, love was in the air during the week, when we endured that annual dork fest of bad poetry and unrequited lust known as Valentines Day and this year, animals got in on the act no no, you grubby lot, not like that, they just played it for laughs. But first Getting Even Since Indias gift to the desecration of Australian native bird life is the unpleasant Indian Mynah, somehow it seems only fair it is a native Aussie bird that is now taking its revenge on an unpleasant Indian miner.

The row over the state governments somewhat clunky internal factional power play about the protection of the Black Throated Finch habitat which is apparently threatened by the Adani Carmichael mine project is a right old knicker twister. The Astonisher iditor Jenna Cairneys dainties have taken a hell of a contortion, forcing her yet again into unintended humour. First we had two News Corpse journos in the same edition of the paper making exactly opposing claims about the birds. One, The Astonishers John Andersen, who knows about these things being a straight down the line bushie, quoted some of his widespread old timer country contacts that the bloody bird was everywhere, always had been, not just near the mine site. In the very same edition, the Astonisher had lifted a piece by tired old Courier Mail click-baiter Des Houghton trying it on that the bird would become extinct, killed off by feral animals (cats and pigs apparently) if the Adani land set aside for its protection area DID NOT PROCEED. Ando is the far more believable in this face-off, rather than the Alan Jones-Lite Houghton, who didnt explain how the dreaded cats and pigs would be kept out of the protection area signage perhaps?. The finch has become our own native Scarlet Pimpernel: They seek him here, they seek him there, Those pollies seek him everywhere, Journos seek him near, they seek him far, Under sun and under star, They try so hard, but they try in vain, For he eludes them yet again. But Bentley was there to record a meeting between avian cousins to solve the mystery.

Then enter the obviously discombobulated Astonisher iditor Jenna Cairney, the very same Jenna who gave a good laugh in a recent iditorial when she insisted the Bulletin only did fair and balanced reporting. Deputy Premier The Treacherous Trad came to town to talk about flood recovery measures during the week, asking what could be best done for the victims, but the Astonisher wanted to talk about the Black Throated Finch. Trad swatted away a few weak attempts to engage on the matter, somehow judging that the governments flood recovery measures were surely the overriding topic of the moment. Boy, didnt that make Jenna stampn her feet in rage, she saw red, and fired off a blistering iditorial, suggesting, (topically if unfortunately), that we were being sold down the river which is where a fair amount of Townsville ended just a few days ago. But then, right in the middle of this foot stamping tantrum, this little thigh slapper popped up from nowhere.

A moment,please (gasp, wheeze, splutter ahem, sorry.) Leaving aside the absurdity of this virtue-signaling boast, this twaddle comes from an iditor who wagged a finger at those who have had the temerity to raise questions about the handling of the flood emergency.

Even your southern betters arent buying that one they can apparently walk and chew gum at the same time, handling more than one story at once heres just one instance from the Courier.

Heres a newsflash, dearie the days of outfits like the Bulletin being the gatekeepers of information are long gone, and you no longer set the news agenda. Some Say The Council Over The Years Has Had A Lack Of Vision Any inquiry into the handling of the flood is should not be restricted to just recent events themselves, but should surely delve back into council building policy and approvals over many years, to see why so many inappropriately designed structures, both private and commercial, were allowed to be built on clearly identified flood plains. A Nest read sent is a photo that might help explain the problem he believes this is the TCC building where these decisions were made.

Mayor Mullet Jumps On The Boycott Bandwagon Again Ms Cairney, under your newly announced tough question policy, any chance of asking Mayor Mullet about her bogan bluster that if insurance companies use southern tradies to do repair work in Townsville, she will name and shame them.

Even your own reporter, Clare Armstrong (the soon to join the Sydney Telegraph), described this piece of electoral grandstanding as extraordinary. Embarrassing empty threat might have been just as apt. Talk about Qantas boycott redux this implicitly means that your paper, Jenna, will have to be the mayors bully pulpit in this naming and shaming exercise of companies that are major News advertisers, going about their legal business funded by shareholders, and who couldnt give a fig about Mayor Mullet and her barroom style bluster. You OK with that? Or is there the odd tough question you might like to ask your pal the mayor? Naming and shaming? The bottom line, if it is followed logically, is that Mayor Jenny Hill is on the boycott bandwagon again, threatening to call for a boycott of companies who legally, if not morally, use outside tradies for whatever reason (like legally binding existing contractual arrangements). Given her shoot from the lip bravado over several issues recently, Mayor Mullets big stick is in reality a squizzle stick: she must have quite a supply of used lying about. And You Can Add Casual Racism To Her CV, Too Another shoot from the lip, when talking about the two blokes who drowned while ruinning from the police.

You cant pick your family members? What the hell does that mean? Judge Jenny at her best. Sorry, what was that? Oh, yeah, right, forgot, Palm Islanders dont have a vote in Townsville local elections Well, remember, all you other folks, you can choose your mayor soon, up to you. Ghosts Of Mates Past Coming Back To Haunt Bazza Taylor

Big Bazza Taylor As reported here recently, solicitor Barry Taylor was once briefly in business in Townsville with convicted briber Wayne Myers. During the week, Chief Judge Kerry OBrien gave Myers two and a half years in chokey, to be suspended after six months, for greasing the wheels of corruption with council and contractor officials in Ipswich.

As reported here recently, back in the early 2000s, Myers and Taylor tried to start a local teleco company with the council, with Barry charged with roping in local bizoids to pony up $20k each for the venture. The then Mayor Tony Mooney saw the scheme was a financial rip-off, and knocked it on the head. While hes living down that little episode, Bazza now waits to see how big will be the embarrassment of another of his erstwhile clients, Craig Gore. The question here is which will be the biggest embarrassment , Gore refusing to keep his promise to return from Sweden to face trial on multiple fraud charges, (how he was allowed to go only God and a Brisbane judge know), or if he does show up (ring Tab Extreme Bets for the odds on that), is found guilty and cops an expected dozen or more years for his grubby rip-offs. Gore was squired around town by Bazza also in the 2000s, while the shyster was spruiking the completely impossible canal estate scheme in front of the casino. To the best of The Pies knowledge, Taylor had no stake in the venture Gore was only here for a short visit but if Bazza had any sense of shame, he wouldve been red faced when all that turned to highly questionable shit. Probably not, since he only hosted the grub to brown-nose his Labor pals in Brisbane. Wonder if Baz will lead the defence in the unlikely event that Gore does return. Probably not, not at Bazs prices. Puppy Love It was Valentines Day during the week, and public mawkishness was all around, it was unavoidable. But then The Pie discovered that zoos around the world they all regularly stay in touch to talk shop had decided that their animals had been left out of the annual love fest long enough. From San Diego to Sydney, to London and all points around the globe, this was the very punny result.

Lets get straight to the point anyone want a shag?

Stop! Youre making me tawny!

Talk birdy to me.

So glad we could support each other on this day, because as they say love is a cattlefield.

Of course I mean it! Id love you to the baboon and back.

Alpaca my bags.

May our love never tapir off.

Seal-iously, we think youre all keepers. A Warning Sign In These Trouble Financial Times

And our gallery of the week from Trumpistan

Finally The Pie normally likes to leave you laughing with a parting joke, but lets break from that rule this week, and ask you to think about this emotive tweets rarely penetrate the Magpie necessary cynicism , but, perhaps because he the father of a daughter, this one hit home for the old bird. Simply but shatteringly highlights the horror of being a school kid America, and the damage being done to an entire generation. It also shows why we are a far saner and safer society, natural disasters and all, here in Australia. A mother in Delaware tweeted this during the week. So my kids school had a genuine lockdown today. Some whack job called in a bomb threat Police came and everything was fine, Thank God! My guys seemed fine when they got home and they talked about it with me, and told me their versions of what happened and then went right into their homework and normal after school stuff, and all seemed fine. It wasnt until later when Vanessa was changing out of her school uniform that I saw this on her arm.

I say to her, why did you write that on your arm?She says, in case the bad guy got to us and I got killed, you and daddy would know that I love you, and she started to cry (as did I as I watched a little piece of her innocence get stolen away) To know that my 7yo was put in a position to think that thought is absolutely gut wrenching and its killing me inside.Its now been a couple hours, and I cant seem to shake this awful feeling, feeling of sadness, fear, and plain disgusts for this new normal our kids have to deal with on any given day..its a very scary and disturbing society we now live in, and its heartbreaking It certainly is. What have they wrought? Its unfathomable. .. A tumultuous week gone, and all The Magpies thoughts to those getting their life back together. Have your say about anything on the blog comments, they run 24/7. http://www.townsvillemagpie.com.au/solicitor-barry-taylors-former-business-mate-gets-two-and-a-half-years-in-the-jug/

[youseffsarchive-blog]

how to be a basic bitch and copy everyone: a novel

PRIMARY: reese, DONOVAN. your problematic king of being absolute trash. if the douchegang was our government, he would be the speaker of the house. no shit. listen, he’s out here tryna be his best self, tryna turn over a new leaf. he love his girl, oli holds his balls in a tight grip and he is COOL WITH THAT. failing outta school cause homeboy is not an intellectual. that’s okay, we let it slide cause he still lovable af. football ALL DAY. rich as sin, drives a bentley, on that hype. but his parents are never around, he’s basically raising his fuckin self, which is why he’s always in trouble. he needs some fuckin’ guidance, aight? boy is Lost™.

best friends: rhiannon (LOREN WHERE ARE YOU), axton girlfriend: olivia friends: the #gang, always open ex: sawyer ??, but since iono where em is... open? ex-hook ups: gimme all dat ass frenemies: siobhan lol

INTERCHANGEABLE: dolan, MARCELLA. she’s beauty and she’s grace, she’s miss united states? speaking of problematic hunties, let’s discuss. so cella is like... trouble. just hardcore trouble. she’s in her lil rebellious stage atm because she’ll never live up to yasmine’s (here cousin that she livin with) awesome, and she lost both of her parents in a car accident ---one that she was also in, but she was the only one to walk away from it. YIKES. so she’s very hurt, forever jaded, hates life highkey. she walk around school with that switch in her stride, she out here sissyin’ that walk, watching wayyy too much rupaul’s drag race. out here tutoring all the honeys in all the sciences. that bitch love her some chemistry, some biology, some physics. she will be a world renowned surgeon when she old and gray. also has no idea how to emote anything besides PRETENTIOUS so forgive her. she really just need a hug tbh. somebody hold her fuckin’ hand.

best friends: parker, tatum friends: open tutor/tutee: open enemies: eloise, open ex-hook up who she tryna be cool with: axton current hook up: keegan ex: open cousin/enemies/still will fuckin’ die for that bitch so don’t look at her crooked: yasmine

PRIMARY: eriksson, URIAH. my arfbabrfaiurfba baby. my son. i BIRTHED. okay, listen. this is your lil nerd prince, your lil cupcake supreme, strawberry shortcake alpha HONEY. uri is an actual puppy. no shit, i think he’s a disney prince that has somehow just come to life. he’s a sweetie, and doesn’t have it within his person to even hurt a fly. loves life, would apologize if YOU hit HIM. just through and through an absolute gem. his father was ab*sive, and his mother has run off. now he lives with wren, who is his half-brother’s cousin, and honestly it’s so complex? pretty much he just wants to read some comic books and eat some brownies and live his best life, but the universe against this kid being happy. it’s sad. he is also the most insecure kid in the halls atm? literally walking around comparing himself to everyone, he has such a poor self image. 

best friend he lowkey got feelings for but dont realize he has feelings for?: alex blind date: amber fam: james, wren, riley (basically his new mom) best friends: james, liana friends: natalia good influence/bad influence: eloise crush/future/past/idk??: open somebody that knew his fam closely??: open

SECONDARY: macarthur, ATLAS. did you see that slick fucking face claim change? OH MY GAW. so atlas is richer than fuckin’ jesus christ himself. he doesn’t go to the public school, but some private academy that be on some uniform shit, y’feel? his parents are ridonk. mom’s always drunk, loves her a good mimosa, and his dad is always just off banging ladies in his private jet. literally, reality tv was made cause of his family. on god. atlas, though, has always taken a more humble approach. he wishes he could live a normal life, do what he wants without expectations. wants to pursue a career in some kind of mechanical engineering, but he’ll end up settling into whatever mom and dad want him to do. also a cheater.  A CHEAT. he cheated on his ex with her best friend and is nate archibald af sometimes. can be a lil vapid but he got a good head on his shoulders. he boutta go bankrupt, tho. i’m doing it to him. 

best friends: xavier, liana, open friends: elias, gimme more cause idk where em and loren are ex: open girlfriend: aria enemies: gimme mentor: open

PRIMARY: nixon, LENNON. omfg its the loml. please love her, i’m obsessed with this gem of a human. lennon marches to the beat of her own drum hard freakin’ core. she’s the president of student affairs. so all those dances, those events, fundraisers, that’s all this lil control freak. she’s the type who loves to decorate her planner, and has outfits planned out three weeks in advance. lists on lists on lists, very particular and a perfectionists. everything has a place and must go in its place. she’s obsessive. but she’s also got the biggest nurturing heart of all time. she likes things to go a particular way because she wants the best for the people she cares about. 100% genuine and caring, and even though she might rub you the wrong way sometimes she really has only best interest in mind. a ride or die ass chick. that’s my baby.

best friends: open friends: peter (?) ex-best friend: eloise frenemy/lowkey crush: joshua ex & also best friend: nolan crushing on her: open one night stand: open family friends: open frenemies: james

GIMME EVERYTHING FOR LENNON DROP PLSS

SECONDARY: jamison, SIOBHAN (pr: shuh-vahn). so this lil sunflower would be the only gif i find that isn’t the right size. oh, sio. she’s a lil out there. everyone in her life puts up with her because she’s kind of like those gnats drawn to light? just won’t go away, always coming back to be a lil nuisance. resident ‘needs a mom’ syndrome, constantly being taken care of by other people because she just can’t get her act together. cheer team ALL DAY, also somehow wrapped up in douchey-drama constantly. lives up yasmine and olivia’s assholes. she’s a bit of a ditz, kind of an airhead, and always lost. she’s very over dramatic, and everything has to go from 0 to 100. like there is no in between with siobhan. she’ll get a split end and say it’s the god damn apocalypse. blame it on the fact that she highkey doesn’t have any motherly figures in her life. bascially being raised by caiden and that boy is as lost as her so.

best friend/ride or die/actual wife: olivia boyfriend: christopher friends: douchegang (only sometimes), open family friends: noah frenemy: donovan mentor: yasmine enemies: open ex: open brother: caiden

PRIMARY: garcia, ROWAN. playa playa. this little cinnabon delight is out here stealing all yo’ girls and she not sorry. she’s a hopeless romantic, emphasis on the hopeless. thinks everyone is made for someone and is on an actual mission to find her someone. she’s the queen of getting her heart broken, and falls in love way too easily. it’s worrisome. she’s a bit of a know it all, thinks she has all the answers, but tbh with you she doesn’t have any of them. gets herself in troubling situations then wonders how/why it happened when 9/10 she was the cause. her coming out was rough, parents weren’t and still are not on board with her sexuality but she don’t really give a shit. one day she’ll run a nonprofit to support lgbt youth and is totally set on ChiUni. she’s not a fan of this town, thinks everyone’s a little too closed minded for her liking, READY TO DIP.

ex: zoey ex-hook ups: open currently dating: reagan ex-best friend: sawyer friends/best friends: liana (?) enemies: open fr everything for her is open just GIVE IT TO ME.

SECONDARY: williams, WREN. king grump!!! wren is the grumpiest bachelor in town, and doesn’t have a girlfriend cause he’s just out here grumping around all the time like a grump. he’s an artist, brooding mock and lives up to the stereotype. lived on his own for YEARS but now is trying to figure out how to be a father to his new foster, uriah. he’s doing pretty good, as he has a soft spot for his family, but tbh he’s scared out of his shit. he has a troubled past, one that is sprinkled with all sorts of issues, and tbh sometimes he borders on alcoholism. he’s a misunderstood artist, and while he normally doesn’t give a rat’s ass what people think, sometimes he can’t help but feel a little lonely? part of him wants to get out and leave, but now that he has uri he feels a little trapped. that’s ok tho cause he’ll do anything for the kid and then some. now he just seeks adventure and satisfaction, no idea where he’ll find it.

best friend/sister tho not by blood: riley cousins: james, uriah friends: vinny, open crush: gemma ex: open future/hook up: open enemies: uriah’s father, open

INTERCHANGABLE: bishara, SAMIR. his parents are old school, old school AS FUCK, and sam has always kind of done things on his own. he was very independent at a young age, and eventually that led to him getting granted emancipation. so now he lives on his own, and is the type to keep his head down at school, and just do his work. he’s trying to go through the motions and slide under the radar so he can get in, and get out. wants to be a dj or music producer, and is always scribbling down notes as the come to him throughout the day. very introverted, totally someone you would overlook if you had the chance. lives off of packages of hot chocolate and cup noodle, tbh, and he’s fine with that. boy was made to live on the road. wants to travel and see the world. when he graduates, he will take a year off just to see what else the world has to offer. also curses like a fuckin’ sailor so be warned.

childhood friend: joshua friends: open partner in crime: thea enemy: donovan, open romance: open lol ex: OPEN  hook up: open

INTERCHANGEABLE: quinton, DUKE. so he’s back. duke dipped out a little bit ago and nobody knows why. well, mostly no one knows why. before he left he was a bit of a golden boy, totally had a plan for life and it was all laid out in front of him. but then he got wrapped up in shady business, with the wrong kinds of people, and got arrested for selling "things” and now here we are. he’s jaded af now, likes to keep to himself, and works in construction. not very good at being a good guy anymore, though he’s trying to figure it out. he just wants to put the past in the past and be better for himself and the people he cares about, but he’s doing a really piss poor job of it.

best friends: open friends: open ex-hook up/current interest: parker enemies: OPEN GIMME ex: open

AND ANYTHING ELSE FOR HIM JUST GIMME

NEW: gregson, IVAN. baseball prodigy at local college, soon to be picked up by a major team. his pitch is insane, can throw at about 100mph now, and is a god damn workaholic. he’s a very emotional being, constantly wrapped up in his own thoughts. baseball has been his literal life since he was a kid, and because of that having relationships for him is incredibly difficult. he doesn’t know how to make connections or be around other people cause he’s always just been focused on honing his craft. super uptight, very much engulfed in himself. seriously someone take this kid out for a beer, he needs to loosen up.

friends: open enemies: open lovers: open

NEW: kapowski, MILES. new in town, just moved in with his sister and their mother. high school drop out, unemployed, where is his life even going? no one knows. has always been an absolute fuck up, and he knows it. miles wants to do great things but has completely given up. he struggles with a substance problem, which he went to rehab for, and is why he is currently not in school at all. needs hella guidance, his world is falling apart. is insanely smart academically, though, which is the hardest pill to swallow. could have the world at his fingertips but doesn’t have any idea what to do with it. SAD.

*haven’t started him yet, on back burner till needed.

NEW: kapowski, ORION. the new girl, and she likes it that way. she and miles move around a lot. every time mom gets her heart broken, or life gets a little too real for them, the family picks up and they leave. she’s never had a ‘home’, as she finds home to be where ever mom and miles are. orion, in particular, finds it very hard to get attached to people. she spends most of her time with her books and her headphones, which leaves many people to be quite curious about her. she’s gorgeous, but also kind of a trouble maker. she lives for thrill, for adventure, for doing things outside of the norm, and is very self destructive at times. she craves attention, since she doesn’t get enough in her everyday home life, and feeds off of adrenaline like a fucking aDDICT. nice girl, very sarcastic, kind of a ball buster. 

*would love to start her! message me!!!!

TERTIARY muses i got on hold cause iono????

bria phoenix

caiden jamison

sahil baqleh

anastasia north