#I stole these from jimmy's book

[jimmys-zeppelin]

led zeppelin recording their second album at a&m studios in los angeles, california — 1969

[levissslutt]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣

Plot: Emani is starting her freshman year at her HBCU. She's navigating college life, new friends and freedom. Her roommate Trinity introduces her to her boyfriend Jonathan...and his wildcard brother. The second he sets eyes on her, their time in uni is going to be one for the books.

Warnings: None for now, will put them at the beginning of each chapter.

Word count: 3251

It was finally the weekend after an incredibly long first week at uni. Attending an HBCU was always a dream of yours, but being here in the moment it felt like anything but a dream. Your roommate Trinity was yapping away on the back counter of the laundry room.

"Are you even listening to me." You you shifted your head to the side, to look at the girl. "Yess Trin." You breathed out dragging out your words. "Right right so like I was saying you coming to this party with me and Jim when him and twin get back in town." Trinity had a boyfriend you believed his name was either Jimmy or Jonathan she calls him both, but you never cared to ask.

She was the sweetest thing ever, you actually wish you could stuff her in your sock for safe keeping, this world is too cruel to sweet souls like Trin....however she talked nonstop. You'd met her a week before school started so at this point you only knew each other for two weeks. It felt like months the amount of events that occurred on camp in the short amount of time the two of you shared a living space. And even more so because you were pretty sure she said more words in the 14 days you knew she existed , than the 19 years you lived.

"Trin you know I don't fuck with parties." The two of you gathered your clothes and threw them in the basket after hearing the soft ding on the dryer. "Girl I know, but yo ass needs to get out this dorm and we literally have yet to attend one party, because you refuse to go with me, and Ian going by myself". You side eyed her, padding back down the hall to their shared space.

"I need to lock in like seriously I can't fall behind even a little or everything falls apart." She stops abruptly grabbing my shoulders, "Girl I get that one hundred percent, but you have a good heart, we don't have to be best of friends, but I can tell we are going to have each others back, and I will not let you loose your way after one little party."

You sigh after she lets go of you, and pushes open the room door with a wave of her key card. " You know what, you lucky I like you." She squealed, kicking the door shut, and locking it.

---

Later that day the brothers finally arrived. Trin had been next door with her boyfriend for the past few hours while you took your time getting ready. Doing little things such as brushing the lint out the end of your locs, and fixing the chipped paint on your toes. Emani texted Trinity to make sure she was straight still....no response, but a few minutes later you could her faint rocking against the wall.

"Man come onnnn." You hop up turning on your speaker and cutting on your playlist, making sure you could no longer hear the two of they nasty asses. "He aint even bother to say hey just stole my roomie." You continued making some finishing touches to your look, when you heard a knock on your door. You walked over to look through the peep hole. " Who tf." You cracked it open to see the person better. Before you could say anything he raises his arms in surrender. "Im Trinitys brother." He said hands still raised.

"Ohhh her boyfriends brother." He nodded and you opened the door wider of him. He slipped past you and you closed the door. You recognized him from the pictures Trinity showed you earlier, she had let you know he'd stop by. Only reason why you didn't mind this random little boy in your room was because you had met his brother and he was absolutely made for Trinity. Them two make you feel as if you'd known them for years.

He plopped down on Trinitys bean bag along her side of the room. Now that he was in the room you actually got a good look at him, and damn did he looked good. He had a curly, unkept mullet and a round babyish face, and dark brown eyes. " What's your name again, Trin been talking bout you since she met you." You smiled at that comment, you really appreciated that girl. " Emani, and yea she's really great I can tell we're going to be close." He chuckled and nodded pulling out his phone. "That girl is really something, but she love the hell out my brother and we done been through some shit, so that's baby sis for real."

He looked up from his phone almost as if he noticed you for the first time. " You fine as hell." You snapped your head up from your computer , laughing. " Boy what the hell, you been in my room 10 minutes and aint notice me." He laughed too, " Well yea Im all in yo shit I wasn't trying to look at you fr." He shifted on the bean bag really looking at you now.

"Well I appreciate it , but don't get kicked out being creepy, you cool by association." He grinned, leaning back into his seat. "I gotchu ma." He finished the sentence with a wink, causing you to roll your eyes.

A half hour later you and the brother had chopped it up and got to know each other a bit. His name is Joshua, him and his brother are 20 and they were in NC visiting some family before school started, but originally from LA. "What's your major ma." He asked with a smirk on his face.

"Uh uh we not starting that pet name shit my name is Emani."

"It's a 'M' and a 'A' in there."

He got you there, you laughed throwing your pillow across the room. "Joshua please."

Trin and Jon walk in a little bit later. Their flushed faces and ashamed looks were too funny. "We know what y'all was up in there doing, just nasty." Josh shook his head at the older twin.

"Man hush ian had this in two months." He said smacking Trins behind. She grabbed his hand and they playfully tussled to her bed. Hopping up you grabbed the last of your toiletries and headed to the bathroom.

"Finna take a shower y'all."

You didn't wait to hear a response. You slipped into the bathroom locking the door. You scrolled on your phone and picked a playlist and let the music blast through the bathroom as you washed.

When you were satisfied you dried off and slipped back out the bathroom. "Thought you drowned girl damn." You heard Trin yell from the other side of the room. You could hear chuckling from the two other males in the room. "I was actually on song 6 of my set thank you." That caused all three of them to laugh.

Thankfully right outside the bathroom there was a small vanity area where you could dry off and change without being in the steamy bathroom, or being in the view of the rest of the room, and its guest. 

Once you were modest you rounded the corner asking what Trin was wearing. Her boyfriend was sprawled on her bed with his feet dangling off not paying you any attention. Trin had on an all black romper with a neon green bomber jacket. The theme of the party was 2016, which you thought was the oddest theme, but now you could see how much fun this was going to be, cause she looked too cute in her signature color.

Squealing at the excitement of you actaully coming with her to a party Trin hopped across the room over to the area out of site of the boys to help you pick out a fit.

Once the four of you were dressed and smelling great , Jon led the way to his truck. To your surprise, Josh reached the door before you to open it. "Preciate that Josh." He was too damn fine, like literally. There was no way in hell he would look twice in your direction, you thought. Like he didn't say you was fine as hell earlier, but honestly you really thought he was just trying to be funny.

The couple in the front yapped away and you and Josh sat in silence in the back. "See now that I have another person to bother around the two of them you gon have to stop being so shy all the time." It was so dark you couldn't see him, but the chain he had around his neck glistened perfectly, so you could just barely make out an outline of him.

"Ian shy, I just ain't been to a party in a minute. So nervous is what I am. Ian tyna get knocked down by no ques either. I be hearing about these college parties." Josh laughed , showing all his teeth in the dark car. "Aye I'm weak as hell, yea them ques be doing the most man, but just stick with me I gotchu."

Your heart fluttered a little at the thought that Joshua wanted you to stay near him all night. 

---

The party was actaully a lot of fun. There weren't any ques at the party, thank god. However Josh did not once leave your side. He thought he was slick, but he been eyeing you since you asked Trinity for help with your outfit earlier. You didn't mind, but couldn't help, but think if it was just because he only wanted one thing from you.

You tried your hardest to scan your key card in front of the door, but between you giggling, Trinity sprawled across the floor and Josh all but carrying Jonathan down the hall, the sight was making the task that much harder.

"Trin get the fuck up omg," you where whisper yelling at her. The boys slowly made it over to the two of you. You were finally able to get the door open and somehow managed to drag Trinitys drunk ass in the room. Jonathan and Trinity had the bright (drunk) idea to challenge some other couple to a dance battle, and the loser had to take 3 shots. Considering y'all were already drunk, moving around makes you drunker AND they took 3 more shots afterwards. You just knew they asses was seeing stars.

"Josh, bruh help me get her on the bed." Jonathan was officially passed out face down on the other side of Trinitys bed, at least he was safe, and there was a trash can over there. You and Josh may have been a little less drunk than the other two however, you took one step towards Trin and damn near ended up on the floor next to her had it not been for Josh.

"Come on Emani you too girl, you was just talking bout some "Joshuaaa oh my god, help me get her drunk ass on da beddddaaa", now lookatchu, can't even walk." He mimicked what you just said in a drunk girl voice. "I don't even sound like that, see now you doing too much." He just laughed after he got you on your bed, cause little did you realize you sounded exactly like that.

---

You rolled over groaning at the blinding light that peeked through the curtains. You had a massive, pounding headache. The feeling came quick, bubbling up from the bottom of your stomach. Stumbling as quickly as you could to the bathroom, you threw up. It was so much liquid you where sure you were about to die.

"Goddamn ma, you good."

You had only heard the shower running after you had turned into a werewolf on the bathroom floor. Leaning against the wall you see a half naked Josh peeking from around the curtain.

"Why on earth are you in my shower."

He made a face, and although they had only been back since yesterday, you knew what he meant. After you morphed into a power ranger and flushed the toilet you felt way better, still leaning against the wall trying to feel normal you say to Josh "I appreciate you helping me into my bed yesterday, and I don't mean to overstep cause I know that y'all have known Trinity since y'all was kids, but I haven't. You cool and all, but just ask me if you can be in my room like this."

By the time you had finished Josh had turned the water off and grabbed his towel. "Nah fasho I was going to, but ma you was knocked out."

Your face flushed slightly at the thought "oh yea."

He chuckled stepping out the bathroom. You watched his back muscles move as he left the bathroom. "Damn". You huffed under your breathe. His butt was so big, like it wasn't fair, he don't need allat. You closed your eyes leaning back once again on the cool tiles on the bathroom wall.

Finally pushing yourself off the floor you grabbed your shower caddy and stripped in the bathroom, hoping Josh would just leave on his own. You weren't sure why you were so comfortable around him you thought carefully as you took your shower. Maybe its his eyes, he had really pretty eyes and people with pretty eyes tend to get away with shit. Or maybe it was that ass.

You had to shake your head to get the thought of Josh out of it. You've known him less than 48 hours and he was all you could think about. And he kept calling you 'ma'. He just did not know what that did to you.

---

It had been a few weeks since the party and honestly school was going by fairy smoothly. Trinity and Jonathan were never on campus any more due to some program they signed up for. It was really cool and you and Joshua would've signed up as well, but somehow as the two of you got closer he convinced you to sign up for photography with him.

He was the last person you would've ever thought to be into photography, but sitting on his bed looking at the pictures he had taken of you earlier for his assignment you were speechless. "These are beautiful, I don't even remember posing for this one."

His voice was soft when he spoke, which was rare. "Nah you the one that made them beautiful, and I definitely snapped that last one when you wasn't looking."

You looked up at him from your spot on the bed, grinning like an idiot. "Thank you Joshua." You had to stop lying to yourself you for sure had a crush on him now, but you would never make the first move or tell him that. Truth be told you had never been in a relationship or even asked out on a date. Josh was very attractive and the girls on camp made that very known, and the fact that he hadn't made a move either was just feeding off your insecurities.

You hadn't even realized the same boy you were thinking about had gotten up and was standing on the side of his bed watching you.

You snapped your head to the side almost startled. "What, you creep."

"Girl, you on my bed."

"Which is true, but why are you just standing there like that." He shifted uncomfortably. Between his soft spoken complement, and the look on his face right he was low-key worrying you.

"You good Josh?" You asked him tilting your head, you did not miss his eyes looking at your lips and then snapping back up to your eyes.

"I was just tryna figure out why you was staring at the same picture for five minutes."

"Boy what like you not standing there staring at me."

"Yea, but I was talking to you and you didn't even hear me like I'm not 3 inches away from you." He climbed onto the bed and sat with his legs crossed as he leaned against the headboard.

You turned to face him, frowning "damn I really did not hear you, I was just stuck in my head." He chuckled "Yea I can see that cause Im spilling my heart out and you staring off into space."

"Huh wait what did you say."

He got quiet again, but he was still staring at you with those damn eyes. How could someone so muscular and boyish looking have such pretty doe eyes.

"I really like you Emani. And I know we met each other not that long ago, but I would love to take you out on a date."

Your mouth was gaped open awkwardly looking at the same boy who had invaded your thoughts just a moment ago, was now sitting in front of you telling you he felt the same way. And he was asking you out on a date. No fucking way.

He licked his lips laughing again. "Look there you go ma, come back."

You threw the closest thing you could find at him, face completely flushed red. "Shut upppp Josh." Your head was spinning, hanging low in your hands as the boy across from you had the stupidest smile plastered across his face. "I really like you too Josh." You mumbled through your hands. He smiled widened if that was even possible. You felt him pull you into his lap.

You looked up at him, face still red. "I really like you too Joshua."

This time you had whispered it, looking at him through your lashes.

He licked his lips again and placed his hands on your hips. "You already said that Emani." The use of your name instead of that stupid ass pet name made heat rush to your core. His hands cupped the sides of your face. He didn't even let you react, before he crashed his lips into yours. His lips were soft and tasted like the mango drink he had on desk. One of his hands slid back to your waist as he continued to kiss you.

You couldn't believe this was really happening right now. This the same boy that had been on your mind since the night at that party. The two of you had pretty much spent everyday together, he was cool as hell, easy going, very sweet and it worked out even better because the four of you had all y'all classes together.

And now here you were making out with him on his bed. His bed. His be-

You sat back suddenly pushing him away. "I - Im sorry Josh, I need to go."

The look on his face was shattering your heart, but you couldn't, not right now. After all the thoughts you were having about him actually sitting here in the moment scared the fuck outta you and you had to get out of his room ASAP.

"Mani what's wrong, what did I do."

The tears were threatening to spill, you didn't know what was wrong with you. You were quickly trying to grab your stuff before he saw the tears in your eyes.

"Nothing I just need some air, Im sorry."

You managed to grab the rest of your things and slip out the door before they fell.

Josh stood in the middle of his room absolutely speechless after Emani left. He could've sworn he saw her crying.

"What the fuck just happened."

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[ask-postcrash-curly]

❤️‍🩹the blog in chronological order❤️‍🩹

[hi! blog mod here. all in-character posts are tagged #curlyposting. all out of character posts are tagged #modposting.

this blog operates on a queue. the queue changes speeds based on how many asks i’m getting. currently, it’s maxed out at 50 posts a day. your ask will probably take nearly two days to publish.

replies are not canon, but i’ll sometimes jokingly rp in them. curly will sometimes respond to reblogs.

rules, curly’s optional boundaries, and FAQ are under the cut.]

RULES:

you cannot directly affect the world outside curly’s mind. that means you can’t manifest yourself into a physical form, physically interact with curly, physically alter the environment, or change fate.

you can send curly audial and visual material through links, description, embeds, etc. you cannot manifest physical sensations, taste, or smell (although you can briefly give him a headache through enough caps usage). you cannot affect curly’s real world senses.

curly can tell the difference between what you send him and what’s physically going on around him.

curly typically cannot interact with what you send him. if you send him a video, it will play until the end or until another video starts; he can’t pause it or rewind, can’t click website links, can’t scroll, etc.

curly is not allowed to have definitive proof that he is fictional. if you simply tell him “you’re a video game character” he’ll still respond but he won’t believe you. EDIT: someone found a loophole. curly is now allowed to know that we perceive him as a video game character provided you present it as “we’re from an alternate dimension and in our dimension there’s a game about you” and not as “we’re real and you’re not.”

sex jokes are fine, but i won’t respond in character to anything that i find too explicit, graphic, or otherwise uncomfortable.

try not to send asks concerning historical events that are happening Right Now.

if i think of anything else i’ll add that!

now onto CURLY’S BOUNDARIES. you do not have to abide by these. EDIT: curly is now standing up for his boundaries again :) be proud of him

don’t compare him to food, especially meat, or talk about wanting to eat him.

same goes for jimmy. he doesn’t want to eat jimmy.

don’t ask him whether he and jimmy are/were/would ever be in a relationship.

you can lightly flirt with him, but he will not reciprocate. if you flirt with him in a more overt or sexual manner, or compliment his current appearance, he will not respond well.

don’t send him things depicting fire or explosions, especially if he’s the one on fire/blowing up, and especially without warning him first.

you can bring it up, but he doesn’t like to think too much about the crash or about pills.

don’t describe ways that the pain could be worse or call his attention to the pain, as this causes him to fixate on these scenarios / struggle to ignore the existing pain.

if you say you are going to touch him in an aggressive or romantic/sexual way he will react badly. at this point he’s so desperate for a hug / any platonic affection that he won’t mind that at all, even if realistically he knows it will hurt.

don’t use all caps at him. it hurts.

if curly thinks of anything else, which will probably happen since many of you enjoy upsetting him, it will be added.

—

FAQ:

Does Curly have a favorite color?

No, but he used to pretend it was green so people wouldn’t think he was weird. He stole it from Jimmy.

Does Curly like Chappell Roan?

Maybe a little too much.

How is Curly typing?

He isn’t. He’s thinking. You’re voices in his head.

What are Curly’s favorite books / movies / shows / songs?

Favorite books are the Oz, Tom Sawyer, and Narnia books. Favorite movies are the Back to the Future movies and Brokeback Mountain. He doesn’t watch a lot of shows because it’s hard to keep up with them when he’s in space so often. His favorite songs are inconsistent.

Will Curly feed the Curlings?

No.

i hope this hurts ❤️‍🩹

[quillandink22]

Rick Gomez (George Luz) interview with Ross Owen: Funny moments/anecdotes.

Boot Camp:

"Never any good sleep, rest or moments of clarity." "Don't think like a human being."

Rick would run with a cigarette in his mouth. (Feel like this is totally in character.)

He used to steal sausages from the kitchen to share with the guys during training.

Interviewer: "During the centipede push up, did you have Michael Cudlitz (Bull) feet on you?" Rick: "I don't think so, I had Cudlitz pretty much everywhere else, though."

Still refers to Michael as Bull.

Rick and Michael used to take turns impersonating Dale Dye. Dale couldn't figure out which of them was doing it. "Was like watching Dale dye suffer with schizophrenia."

Michael pranked his platoon by waking up early and shouting, "Those sons of bitches are 15 minutes late." The guys all woke up in a panic trying to get dressed thinking Dale dye was outside.

Neal McDonough (Buck) , Ron livingston (Nixon), James Madio (Perconte) , and Rick were referred to as the "Fab four."

The fab four broke in their jump boots by soaking them in a bath of water and then running 4 miles in them soaking wet. The run conveniently ended at a pub.

The Day 8th effect: Rick was on patrol with Donnie Wahlberg (lipton). When it came time to switch with Michael, they couldn't wake him, so Rick stayed on patrol all night.

Michael repaid him by bringing him coffee and cigarettes the next day.

Talking about George:

He said that George "carried the pain that everyone else felt through levity."

Also, does anyone know anything about George? "Commandeering a German BMW motorcycle, jumping it over a bridge and breaking his arm." (This should have been in the show.)

Things he stole from set:

M1 clips, knife case and several uniforms. Carried it all back to America in his carry on. (Say airport security was slightly concerned)

Reasons to listen to the interview:

Interview's George's actual kids.

Jimmy Madio calls in pretending to be a woman.

Micheal Cudlitz calls in to flirt with the female interviewer. (Part 4 of the interview for anyone who wants to hear him say "Sweetheart").

The full interview is on YouTube. Honestly, they need to write a book on boot camp. I'd be first in line to read it.

[blueishspace]

The Watchers court p2

BigB: Defendant, who will be your defence?

Punz: I will.

Grian: Defendant, do you accept...

Punz: Punz.

Grian: Punz as your defence.

Dream: I do.

Pearl: Then so it will be, defence do you have an opening statement?

Punz: I do. May I?

BigB: Go ahead.

Punz: Thank you. I'm going to be quick, this court is all a sham based on the whining of a delinquent desperate for attention.

Tommy: Oh I'll show you delinquent you bitch! Come here you-

Grian: Order! Order in the court!

Tommy: But-

Grian: 👁️👁️👁️ORDER👁️👁️👁️

Tommy: ...

Punz: ...

Grian: My apologies, go on.

Punz: Y-yes, the defendant just did his job as an admin and the prosecution was just punished for breaking the server rules.

Pearl: ... Is that all?

Punz: ... Yes?

BigB: Ok then, It's time to bring the first witness to the stand.

*in the jury*

E1!Jimmy: Oh wow, you look so cool!

Kristin: Why, thank you dear.

Knight!Grian: Pay attention people. This is important.

Martyn: Bring the first witness.

Tommy: Wait...

Ranboo: U-uh... hi?

Tommy: Boob boy!?

Ranboo: Hi Tommy!

Tubbo: You're alive?

Tommy: How is he alive?

Pearl: Magic.

Grian: We needed him for the court so we took him.

Tommy: You can do that!?!?

BigB: Ehm ...can we go on?

Pearl: Right. Can you state your name, pronoums and occupation for the court mate.

Ranboo: Right! U-uh... Ranboo and uh... what are pronoums.

Pearl: How should we refer to you?

Ranboo: ... Ranboo?

Tubbo: Psttt, they mean if you use he/she/they or something else.

Ranboo: Oooh! Phil was trying to teach it to me! Uh, He/They ... I think?

Jimmy: Writing that down!

Grian: And occupation?

Ranboo: I don't really- uh... I worked at the burger stand for a while? I guess?

Grian: That works. Now you can begin with the examination.

Punz: Objection your honors, this isn't a valid witness.

BigB: Why?

Punz: Ranboo here is famously known to have a terrible memory.

Pearl: Is this true?

Ranboo: Y-yes m'am... but I... I have my memory book with me!

*He holds up a leather book*

Grian: I think it might still be helpful to hear from this witness, objection denied.

Tommy: Hello boob boy.

Ranboo: It's not... *sigh* nevermind.

Tubbo: Sooo... What can you tell the court about Dream?

Ranboo: He's evil! H-he destroyed the community house and put Tommy in exile.

Tommy: Damn right he is!

Ranboo: And he stole the disks right? I don't really remember why they are important but I know they are!

Grian: Anything else.

Ranboo: He ... Killed Tommy, I think I remember it! In prison!

Tubbo: And the book, you haven't made additions to it recently have you?

Ranboo: No! I... I didn't really use it after I died.

Grian: Can we take a look at this book of yours?

Ranboo: O-oh sure!

Pearl: Well... this is actually pretty small. How do you keep all your menories here?

Ranboo: I don't, I had another book before this but it got lost.

Pearl: Oh, that sucks... we'll copy it and put it in the evidence if you consent.

Ranboo: I ...sure?

BigB: Taurtis? Could you bring the book to be copied?

Taurtis: On it!

Grian: Now, is that all you have to say about Dream?

Ranboo: Y-yeah.

Grian: Defence, you can begin your cross examination now.

*in the jury*

Knight!Grian: Not exactly a strong start for the prosecution, all of these acts are hardly illegal.

Voice of The Star: Maybe so, but based on the testimony we may still look at a case of abuse of admin powers.

Kristin: Indeed, and we still have more witnesses after this one.

Punz: Ranboo, you have stated that Dream is evil, why?

Ranboo: What? I-I just said he destroyed the community house... And exiled Tommy.

Punz: Well that's untrue.

Ranboo: Uh?

Punz: Dream did not exile Tommy, that was Tubbo.

Ranboo: W-well, yeah... but Dream was behind it!

Punz: As the one who caught Tommy committing arson and the one who put him on trial, yes. Are either of these crimes, your honurs?

Pearl: ...no?

Punz: Exactly. As for the community house, there is no proof he was the culprit.

Tommy: Bullshit! He admitted it!

Grian: Order! ... Punz, is this true? Did ge admit it?

Punz: ...

Grian: Well?

Punz: He did. However, it was at axe point under threat of violence, his confession is therefore invalid as it was coerced out of him.

Ranboo: W-what about the disks?

Punz: Ah yes, did you forget that Tommy gave those disks over willingly as part of a trade?

Ranboo: I-

Punz: Cleary the witness doesn't know what he's talking about-

Tubbo: Objection!

Grian: ... To what?

Tubbo: All of it!

Jimmy: ...pstt...Can he do that?

Pearl: I don't know, but it sounds interesting.

BigB: Uh...go ahead.

Tubbo: Thank you bossman! First of all, Dream threatened L'Manberg and me into exiling Tommy. He promised the death of every citizien should we not exile Tommy, if his admission is invalid then so was the exile which he should have known as an admin!

Grian: It's true, when I was admin of Evo I had to learn a lot of laws so yes, he should have known.

Tubbo: More then that, he personally curated Tommy's exile! Nowhere in my decision did I ever say that Dream should have done anything more then bringing Tommy outside the country which means all actions Dream took during exile were done illegally!

Ranboo: wow...

Tommy: ... Holy shit.

Tubbo: Second of all, the disks were first stolen by Dream as punishment for Tommy not listening to Dream, what do the admin laws say about stealing players valuable as punishment?

Grian: ... Taurtis, please bring a copy of the admin codex?

Taurtis: Here you go G!

*Grian reads a bit*

Grian: It seems that you shouldn't have had the authority to do so ... however this is a minor offence...

Punz: Ah!

Grian: However you have hidden a lot of information, I suggest you do not do so again.

Pearl: You cunt.

*a lady in the back shouts*

Ianite: That's my son! Wooo!

Tubbo: Mom? Why are you here???

Ianite: To cheer you on! You're doing so good!

Tubbo: Mom...

Pearl: Lady Ianite???

Ianite: Oh greetings saintess.

Grian: Right, Ranboo you may leave the stand.

Ranboo: Y-yes sir!

Martyn: Alright, now there is going to be a 20 minute break before we go to the next witnesses.

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[teddypickerry]

thinking about the missed opportunity that was supposed to be jess’s spinoff show and how we probably would’ve got a really cool love interest (or at least i hope, because no thirty something year old man needs to be stuck on his high school girlfriend of six months).

i have no fucking clue as to where the show would’ve went besides jess and jimmy getting to know eachother. i doubt it would make it past its first season if it did air. BUT nonetheless, i’m talking about it.

a possible love interest (or just character on the show in general) i’d love to see is your typical beachy blonde. i’d love to see some rich girl from venice that jess sees out with her friends or something and automatically assumes the worst. she must be some bitchy blonde with guys all over her… right? until one night he’s strolling on the beach and sees her drunk shoved up against a tree by some guy. jess gets in a fight, blah blah. gets her home and realizes just how empty her huge house is. they slowly start hanging out and despite her lack of knowledge in the literature scene, she’s probably one of the sweetest girls he’s ever met (shit now i really wanna write a fic about this).

i’ve also always felt like jess needs someone exactly like him. so much so that it freaks him the fuck out. HA! i was originally thinking the girl from “she’s all that” but now im iffy. ANYWAYS. when jess is looking through one of the huge bookstores, he sees her sitting on the floor with a book. he sees her around town a lot (typically hanging out with the guys who stole his book and skated off) turns out she works near jimmy’s truck. she’s ridiculously shy and reserved. but she’s not afraid to call someone out. think an artsy rory with balls.

now, would rory come back and ruin jess’s possible relationship? probs. would jess get in his head cause what is he doing moving on from rory? probs. would it even last? who tf knows. BUT NOW IM INTERESTED. BYE!

[sophieeee0105]

I just want to discuss how throughout the life series, Etho’s episodes 4, 5 and 6 are always just constant fricking chaos for absolutely no reason.

third life:

Episode 4: he launches multiple missiles at the crastle, stealing his redstone back each time and is then blamed for being apart of Grian’s triple kill

episode 5 +6 (well session 5 + 6) were in episode 5: he made the Dorito walls, then death my firing squad occurred, then he made an enderporter, launched a tnt cannon at the crastle as a distraction, (also joined dowarts officially during this), and also was part of pizza’s murder, then had his castle burned down for the first time, then got sniped by Scar for tryna steal stuff from the desert (cuz his enderporter broke), and then had the entire bit of being terrified of Cleo despite being the only red in the conversation

last life:

Episode 4: Was genuinely a menance the whole episode using invisibility pots to sneak around peoples bases, and also stole the brewing stand from Cleo’s body in full view of like 4 people

episode 5: had to deal with a red roommate, no tango and also being the boogeyman, and made an enemy of scar in the process

episode 6: whatever the stack kill carnage was, bdubs boogey betrayal, tango rage crystal which became Etho’s rage crystal where he threatened 3 reds, ultimately getting skizz killed after a failed tnt cannon

double life:

Episode 4: fishing rodding the warden, near death via attempted entrance of mineshaft, death by fishing rod, murder of Pearl, near death by witch, threatening of grian and scar, becoming successful hitmen killing the ranchers

episode 5: the red army, skulk sensor trap kill, THE SHIP BURNS EVERYTHING BURNS

episode 6: red army attempt 2, literally wanting Scott dead the entire episode, Etho and bdubs cannot be separated and everyone knows that and deals with it as the server splits in two, death by trapped portal

limited life:

episode 4: green hunting day, “thank you Joel you saved me so now I can kill you”, failed attempt at trapping Scott’s bed, ETHO IS WASHED UP CONVERSATION

episode 5: blowing up bread bridge and his children, awkward family supper

episode 6: dies multiple times (mainly to his son or his own stupidity) and generally doesn’t have a good day, bucket clutches multiple times, kills scar with a fishing rod

secret life

episode 4: fails listening comprehension with Martyn, aha meme with Jimmy and becomes like an uncle tryna fit in with the kids

episode 5: be nice to bdubs day, weeping angel task causing way too many problems, somehow getting involved with the tag task because of bdubs, pearl’s hot potato book and his inability to return it to her

episode 6: bringing a warden to the surface while everyone else goes about their day normally, get set on fire but Pearl for seemingly no reason, becomes friends with Jimmy who was feral to half the server, the wither and warden fight in the centre of the server, killing 2 reds and he succeeds his hard task

[alexthebordercollie]

My submission for week 2 of Madrigay days took a while to complete but fuck it it was worth it. Have an animatic of Bruno and Wil's first kiss. Full scene from the fic below the cut.

To Love at all is to Love Entirely - Chapter 11 - alexBDcollie - Encanto (2021) [Archive of Our Own]

Bruno nearly slammed into the library door in his hurry. Knocking chips of wood loose as he throttled the handle. The door was locked much to his surprise. Nevermind that. He knew if he didn’t do this tonight his courage would leave him by morning. Rosa caught his attention with an encouraging squeak. Sergio was gnawing at the lock on the shutters to the front window. Bruno pushed the rat aside to jimmy the lock with a piece of wood that chipped off the door in his rattling.

Once the window was open he climbed inside onto the countertops. Unfortunately, he misjudged the distances and fumbled right over the edge and onto the floor. He winced at the loud thud he’d made and prayed Robledo wouldn’t wake up. He just needed to talk to Wilfredo. He had to see him. He couldn’t back out now.

Bruno quickly scurried to his feet. He could hear faint shuffling sounds upstairs. Please don't be Robledo. He padded softly to the door that conjoined the library to the house. Careful not to be spotted yet. The door opened straight onto the base of the stairs. He looked up, past the railing. He could see a door open to a lit room. Not Robledo’s door much to his relief.

Wilfredo looked perplexed. Possibly a bit worried. He poked his head out the door and looked around. He was stripped down to his undergarments. Absent his glasses his eyes looked so soft. Bruno had never seen so much of his body before. So much of his skin. Wilfredo spotted Bruno at the base of the stairs. Bruno could feel a wave of heat wash over him. 

“Bruno?” Wilfredo shrunk back behind the door slightly. “W-what are you doing here? Was that you downstairs? I thought maybe an animal had gotten in-”

Bruno flew up the stairs before Wilfredo could finish rattling off questions. Jumping over the railing to skip the top steps in the process. This man asked too many questions.

When Bruno’s lips touched his it felt electric.

Wilfredo stumbled back in surprise causing Bruno to fall into his room. Tumbling drunkenly onto his chest. Bruno wrapped his arms around Wilfredo’s neck in a desperate attempt to keep himself upright.

“What’s gotten into you?!” Bruno looked up at Wilfredo for a moment. He barely registered the words that were said. Only lost himself in the rush that consumed him. 

“I-I need this.” Bruno breathed. Almost unaware of the words that escaped his lips.

He could feel Wilfredo’s heartbeat against his chest. Bruno pulled himself up for another kiss. Deeper this time. He wanted to taste him. To savor every sensation. The taste of coffee and cigars. The smell of old books. Gripping tight to broad shoulders and blond hair that felt like feather down between his fingers. Bruno felt another surge of electricity as Wilfredo moaned softly against his lips and he felt strong arms wrap around his frame. He’d always wondered what it would feel like to be held like this. He never thought it would feel this wonderful. The moment didn’t last long.

Wilfredo's fingers gripped his poncho tight before he pulled Bruno back from his face.

Wilfredo's eyes were sad and pleading. “You don’t want this.”

Bruno felt that hole in his chest again. Like he was bleeding out onto the floor. He tried to control his breathing. No, no, no. That’s not how this was supposed to go. No. Not him. Bruno was so sick of being told what to do. How to feel. Just once. Just this once he wanted to be selfish. To be himself without guilt or shame. Just for a moment. Wilfredo was supposed to be different. He was supposed to understand.

“Don’t tell me what I want.” He growled. His nails bore down into whatever they could. He stole another kiss in protest. Clinging desperately to that jolt of electricity that was now failing him. He felt so desperate and sad. He could feel the emptiness trying to swallow him up again.

He thought he heard the man wince. Wilfredo shoved him up against the door and covered Bruno’s mouth with a heavy hand. The sudden gesture startled Bruno but when he looked back at Wilfredo's face he didn’t see anger, only heartache. Some deep, aching, all too familiar, pain.

“Por favor, amor, no así.”

Bruno felt tears overwhelm him. The sound of Wilfredo’s broken voice brought him back to reality. Of course. What did he expect? Why was hurting people the only thing he was good at? Why did he think this would be different?

He let out a muffled frustrated scream into Wilfredo’s hand before breaking down into pathetic, broken, sobs.

Wilfredo’s hand left his face. Bruno fell forward into his chest and continued to sob. He wrapped his arms around Wilfredo again and held him close. The rest of that night was a blur. Despite it, even through the pain and frustration, Wilfredo’s arms were warm and comforting.

Maybe he did understand.

[dwtdog]

slightly longer drabble for fem dnf week day 2🥳🥳

--

Dream hums as she spins her lock, a song she’d heard on the car radio that morning perpetually stuck in her head. The click of the lock as it reaches each number is in tune with the beat, and it makes her grin something crazy. 

With a final twist, the lock clicks open, and she’s able to swing the door of her locker out, stopping it just in time from hitting her friend, Nic, square in the face. Nic gives her a look, but Dream is hardly fazed- the shorter girl always has plenty of glares to go around. 

The song playing in her head comes to an end as she rifles through her backpack, pulling out the books she won’t need for the rest of the day, and hefting them up and into the locker. She takes a moment to admire it, as she always does. She’d taken care when decorating at the beginning of the year, enlisting her mom and sister to help make some cute decorations, but the star of the show is Dream’s prized collection of magazine cuttings- cheerleaders from all over the country, in all sorts of poses, decorating the entire inside of the locker door. 

She’d been collecting them for years at this point, after begging her parents for a subscription to a cheerleading magazine, and the selection she’d chosen for school had been meant to inspire her. Tricky poses and tight uniforms, all the better to motivate her own performance.

Nic snorts. Dream tilts her head, peering around the edge of her locker, to see Nic crossing her arms and giving her another sort of look. This one is less reproachful and more- knowing. Dream hates it.

“Nicole,” Dream says pleasantly, rearranging the backpack in her arms. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, don't worry about me. I can see you were having some quality time, enjoying those pictures of yours,” Nic responds, shrugging. 

Dream sighs dramatically, taking one last look at the pictures before closing the locker door. Her eyes linger on exposed stomachs and bare shoulders, so perfectly tanned. Her skin just never seems to get that way.

“You wouldn’t get it,” she says, throwing her backpack strap over her shoulder. “All you do is play basketball or whatever. We don’t even have a girls team.”

Nic just laughs, joining Dream as they head for class together. Neither of them like chemistry all that much, but it’s made more enjoyable when they sit together, heads bent over a shared desk as they exchange gossip. The teacher, a senile old man, is too absorbed in drawing meaningless molecular bonds on the board to notice. 

“I heard Jimmy has a new girlfriend,” Nic whispers as soon as they’re seated. She meets Dream’s eyes expectantly, tapping her fingers in rapid succession. “That bitch Tiffany.”

Dream smiles immediately. “Oh, I love Tiffany! Did you see her prom dress last year? The red was so perfect for her.”

“As if!” Nic says, a touch too loud. Dream elbows her in the ribs, giggling. “She stole your boyfriend!” she murmurs, voice peaking with disbelief.

“Oh, but we broke up a week ago?” Dream glances at the board, trying, for a moment, to decipher it. She gets as far as identifying a hydrogen bond before she gives up, turning her full attention back to an indigent Nic. 

Nic just shakes her head, drawing a hand down her face. “Whatever,” she mutters.

The rest of class passes as normal, when Dream starts telling Nic about her upcoming routine for the first football game of the season. She even draws out a few diagrams in the notebook she’s meant to be taking chem notes in, appreciative of Nic’s rapt attention.

When the bell rings, a shrill sound that makes Dream’s ears ache a bit, the two are quick to push their chairs back and collect their things. 

One more period, and they’re free.

Dream likes her English class, and her English teacher, but not their seating chart. The teacher had realized, after the first day, that Dream and Nic were not to be trusted to sit together, so Dream had been assigned a seat in the far back corner of the room, and Nic up at the front. 

It sours her good mood a bit to part ways, but it immediately brightens when she notices a girl in the seat that’d been empty for the first few weeks of year. She’s got dark hair and pale skin, and a pouty look on her face where she’s slumped at the desk.

“I like your shirt,” Dream says when she’s close, hovering in front of the girls desk and looking down at her with wide eyes. 

She glances down, as if reminding herself of what the aforementioned shirt is, before meeting Dream’s gaze with dark eyes. “Thanks,” she smiles, a small thing, and Dream’s heart beats harder for a moment. She loves making friends! “I cut it myself.” She sits up slightly, revealing that the shirt is indeed cropped, falling to just above her belly button. 

“That’s so cool,” Dream gushes, glancing disparagingly down at her own outfit. “I tried that once, but it came out all- weird. Like I didn’t cut it right. Maybe I need to try it again,” she smiles, finally moving to sit at her own desk but keeping her body fully facing the other girl. “What’s your name, by the way? I’m Dream.”

“Dream,” the girl says, her lips moving fully with each letter. “I like that. I’m George.”

It sends a little thrill down Dream’s spine, to see the way George tilts her dead defiantly, as if expecting Dream to push back against her name, or question it. Instead, she says-

“George, George, George,” drawing out the vowels like George had done for her name. It tastes like candy on her lips, addictive. “So cool. Are you new here?”

And that kicks off their conversation. They spend the entirety of English talking and talking, cursory glances to make sure they haven’t been caught the only attention they pay to the material. 

Dream learns that George is from London, that her family had only just moved and she’d had to start late. That she thinks Florida is nice, due to all the sun, and that she likes cats a whole lot. In turn, Dream tells her about her large family, her best friend Nic, and the cheerleading team. 

“Do you like cheerleading?” Dream asks tentatively, tapping her pencil against her thigh. “It’s okay if you don’t obviously, but I kind of talk about it a lot, so, sorry if you don’t.”

“I- I don’t really know?” George says, and Dream notices that her eyes are following the motion of the pencil. “We didn’t really have it at my old school.”

Dream gasps, affronted. “That’s terrible! You have to come to our practice tonight. We’re going through our whole routine, it’ll be like- like a little introduction! Just for you,” she beams, happy butterflies filling her stomach at the thought of George watching her perform. 

“Okay,” George says immediately, smiling right back. It’s at that moment, of course, that the bell rings again. Dream glances at the clock, surprised. It had felt like no time at all, but class really is over. George stands, the skin of her stomach shifting as she does. “See you there, then?”

Dream nods, jumping up from her own seat. “On the field! In an hour,” she adds, scribbling it down on a piece of paper to pass to George, along with the number of her Blackberry. “Text me if you get lost.”

George takes the paper when Dream offers it, their hands brushing in the process. George feels cold, and for a small moment, Dream is half tempted to offer up her jacket. But the moment passes, George tucking the paper into a pocket of hr dark jeans, waving over her shoulder as she leaves. 

Dream doesn’t even notice that she’s been rooted in the same spot, staring, until Nic appears at her side, flicking her shoulder. “Uh, Earth to Dream. Don’t you need to get ready for practice?”

--

George comes to practice that day, and the day after that, and every practice for the rest of the football season. She comes to all the games too, sitting in the same spot on the bleachers every time- the spot with the best consistent view of the cheer team. 

Dream always waves during practice, as many times as she can. It’s harder during games, with her mind entirely focused on the routine and everything she needs to do, but she always looks George’s way, and meets her after each and every game.

George doesn’t have a car- Dream is happy to drive her home. She only accepts half of the time, often citing that she enjoys the fresh air of walking home. Dream does her best to hide it, but George sees the way her face falls when she refuses

Tonight, after the final football game of the season, George accepts happily. It’s a chilly night in December, and she’s only wearing a jacket- Dream’s. It’s bright green, entirely outside of George’s usual range of colors but- it’s Dream’s.

Dream, the delightful idiot who still hasn’t realized she’s totally crushing on George.

It would be fun to watch, if George hadn’t fallen hopelessly in love with the other girl from the moment of their first meeting. Love is probably too strong a word, but she quite likes it. She spends way too much time just turning it over and over in her mind, Dream and love and love and Dream. 

Dream is fighting with the lock across from George as she stands, shivering, outside the passenger door. George doesn’t know how Dream isn’t cold- she’s still got her cheerleading outfit on, their school colors gaudy against her tanned skin, freckles spilling down her bare shoulders. George wants to touch.

Finally, the locks click open, and George is able to open her door, to slide into the roomy seats of Dream’s car. It’s not a particularly nice car, but George loves it because it smells like Dream. 

It also smells and looks a bit like George, a pair of George’s shoes stashed in the back seat, an empty can of her favorite soda left in the cupholder. George and Dream, Dream and George. As it should be.

Dream is smiling when George looks up, her green eyes bright with adrenaline. She’s told George a million times how much fun she has performing her cheer routines, how good she feels when they go off without a hitch. And tonight had been spectacular, even by George’s untrained eye- or, she supposes, her recently trained eye. An entire season of going to games to watch the pretty cheerleader you have a crush on will give you a good idea of the sport. 

“You did good,” George says, flinging her feet up on the dash. “The whole squad did. Everyone around me was super into it.”

Dream touches George’s shoulder for a moment, an excited little motion. She waves her hands as she explains, the car sitting idle as they talk late into the night, as the parking lot empties around them.

George is more than happy to watch her in all her excitement, the way she picks through every motion of the routine, every place she could have done better, every improvement the other girls had made. She’s critical, but encouraging. Sweet, but smart, and George can’t seem to look away from her plush lips. 

“Oh,” she says, after recounting the end of the game, when they’d rushed the field to celebrate. “Jimmy talked to me on the field.”

George wrinkles her nose. “What did he want?”

“He asked if I’d want to go out with him again. He said it just seemed right, since they’d just won,” Dream is growing slightly, and George hates it. Stupid Jimmy and his stupid ideas.

“And?” George prompts, swallowing back the pit of jealousy crawling up her throat, bitter. 

“I told him I was over him,” Dream says, the smile returning to her face, although it’s lost some of its luster. “That he and Tiffany are good for each other.”

“And you meant it?” George asks before she can stop herself, biting her lip as soon as the words have left her mouth. 

Dream’s eyebrows draw together, and her lips twist as she thinks. “I did, yeah,” she says at last. “I mean, obviously. I never really liked him that much. But why’d you ask?”

“Because he’s- y’know- the football star. Hottest guy in school,” she says the last part with a touch too much of the irony that dogs her words anytime she tries to talk about guys like the other girls do. “All the girls love him,” she tacks on, hoping to hide her stumble.

But Dream only meets her eyes with an oddly knowing gaze. But she ruins it when she says- “Well all the other girls haven’t had to kiss him. It’s like making out with a dog, all slobbery.”

“You’ve made out with a dog?” George asks, faux indignation punctuated by a dramatic raise of her hands to clutch at her heart. “That explains everything.”

“Ew- god no, shut up George, oh my god,” Dream stumbles, giggling. “It was a metaphor. Maybe if you paid any attention in English you’d get it.”

But George is already laughing, chest shaking with it. She has to bring her legs down to rest on the floor, doubling over as Dream continues to protest. They both quiet down after a long few moments, and George sits up to see Dream staring right at her, eyes wide. 

“What- Is there something on my face?” George asks, yanking down the mirror to check. 

“No, no,” Dream says, voice oddly pitched up. “It's just uh- you have a really nice laugh, George.”

George feels the blood flow to her cheeks, heating her face in an instant. “Oh, uh, thanks Dream. You too,” and now it’s her turn to stumble over the words, her eyes darting anywhere but Dream’s face.

“And you have nice hands,” Dream continues, like a dam has been opened. “Like, look, okay, hold yours up.” And Dream holds up a hand between them, fingers spread. George, entirely at her mercy, obeys, holding her hand up to Dream’s.

Her mouth waters when she sees the way her fingers are dwarfed by Dream’s, the way they fit together perfectly. It’s as if all function in her mind grinds to a halt, entirely focused on the point of contact. 

“Wow,” Dream breathes, seemingly in the same position as George. She bends the tips of her fingers so they fold over the top of George’s, only serving to further emphasize the difference. She’s so warm, and George is so gone. 

It’s a rash decision, to move her hand so that their fingers slide together, palms pressed together. It’s even better than before, all-encompassing and George has to bite back a squeak when Dream squeezes, as if testing something.

“This is nice,” Dream says at last, like nice is the sort of word that can encompass the thoughts racing through George’s mind, surely escaping her, projecting her feelings all over the small interior of the car. “Your hands feel so- so different from uh, Jimmy’s,” she says, and flexes her fingers again.

George takes a breath. 

“Good different?” George presses, already knowing the answer. She’s suddenly very aware of how alone they are, how empty the parking lot is. How no one would see if she leaned in, if they-

“Yeah. Really good,” Dream says. She lets her hand fall, drawing George’s with it, to rest in the space between them. And George can see her face again, the way pink dusts her cheeks, the way her pupils have doubled in size.

“Interesting,” George says, like she isn’t buzzing to take and take and take.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” Dream asks suddenly, her eyes flicking to somewhere just over George’s head. “If you want to say, I guess. You just never really talk about dating, so I don’t know if you’re comfortable-”

“Nah,” George says, cutting her panicked ramble off and squeezing her hand comfortingly. “I was never really interested in-” boys “-dating.”

“Oh,” Dream tilts her head, as if considering. “So you’ve never- You’ve never kissed anyone before?”

George shrugs. “Uhm, I guess not.” She shifts in her seat, Dream’s gaze hot on her face. “And no, I haven’t kissed any dogs, before you ask.”

That gets a smile and a laugh out of Dream, and George relaxes marginally. Until, of course, Dream says-

“Do you want to try?” 

George blinks at her. Dream blinks back, her makeup somehow still perfect even after an entire cheer routine. Her lips are deliciously pink, and George knows she sees the way her eyes linger there.

“You’d let me?” George asks, breathless. It’s too open, too indicative of the unspoken truth of her existence but- It’s Dream. 

Dream’s throat bobs as she swallows. “I would. It’d be- fun. I think.”

“Okay,” George says.

“Okay,” Dream says.

And George leans in, disconnecting their fingers when she realizes the angle will be off. She sees the way Dream’s eyes flick to their separated hands, the small look of disappointment, before she’s leaning in too, eyes sliding shut. George keeps hers open until the last moment, until her lips touch Dream’s and the world vanishes around them.

It’s a sweet, gentle kiss. Dream, conscious of George’s inexperience, probably, barely moves, just letting the moment go on and on. George wants to live in it forever, but she also wants to move.

So she pulls back, but only just. Dream is slow to reopen her eyes, lips still parted as she stares and stares at George.

“Again?” George asks. Dream nods. “But- You can move this time, okay?” Their lips are nearly brushing already. “Show me.”

[scaryscarecrows]

How does Trent bridal-carrying each of the Squad members, whether for angst reasons or "boys will be boys" reasons go amongst them all?

"Pumme down." Yeesh. Antoine sounds like hot death mixed with, like, radium or something. "S'an. Order. M'fine."

"Dude, you went down mid-meeting." Trent carefully adjusts his hold. Just because there's no spinal injury doesn't mean Antoine needs to have his head flopping like this. "The boss had to catch you."

"Bullshit."

"Nope. You're going to Medical and Mark might murder you a little bit."

If Antoine has a protest, it's lost in the coughing. Dumbass. Knight should've let him crack his face. Would teach him not to scare people like that.

"C'mon, weirdo, it's past your bedtime."

"Five minutes."

Trent sighs. Eyes the screens, the Thermos, and the Batman ducky. And swoops, plucking Jimmy from his seat and cradling him like the biggest, stupidest ginger baby known to man.

"No!"

"Yep."

Jimmy, at least, know he can't fight this. That doesn't stop him from complaining.

"--grown-ass man, you don't get to bully me like this, swear to God--"

"Time for night-night. Let's go."

***

"Shit--Mark, we gotta move, m'sorry--"

"S'fine." Mark pulls in a shaky breath. "Passing out now. Don't freak out."

The warning doesn't help. Trent freaks out. But he keeps it together well enough to scoop Mark up as carefully as he can, ignoring the bloody snow, and book it.

It occurs to him later that this is the first time since they got here that Mark's not shaking from the cold.

***

"What the hell happened?"

Frank shrugs.

"I took it off, because it's gonna rain, and a monkey fuckin' stole it. The Knight's got Riley's freaky ninja squadron and two Dragon prototypes hunting for it, but, uh. Little stuck."

"Holy shit, you got robbed!" Trent crows, but he picks Frank up easy anyway, because it's only really funny if they catch the bastard. "Where we goin'?"

"Room. Think I need my chair for the next little while."

Yeah, that's fair.

***

Trent kicks the door open, adjusts his arms around his little bundle of joy, and calls over, "Someone left a fucking baby at the doorstep."

"We don't have a doorstep, Ages." The Knight sounds deeply suspicious. "What do you have."

"A baby. That someone left."

"Oh, no--"

Riley, complete with baby bonnet, turns over to reveal his speaker system. A second later, "WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?!" blares through the room, echoing horribly around the walls. It's been banned for a month. Riley's been determined to get one last hurrah in, largely because his request for a rocket launcher got denied.

"No--"

"Ages, this is your goddamn fault--"

Oh. Oh, shit.

He throws Riley at them and runs for it, ignoring the shriek of rage.

[tubbytarchia]

j

IM LATE i was out with a friend... forgive me jimmy solidaritygaming....

SOMEONE STOLE A DISC FROM THE DISC WALL...... jimmys guess is eloise (apparently he knows exactly what disc is missing???)

he goes to get the disc but comes across martyn. whos building a one piece base? idk anything about one piece but its like... a white boat with a fish head on it.

THEYRE FIGHTING THE DRAGON TODAY!!! just jim and martyn. martyn gives jimmy some slow fall potions and they head off.... martyns already found the stronghold (but not looted it) so they know where theyre going.

jimmy does a water clutch off the disc and he. lands on top of some tall grass?? insane clutch

martyn collects some flowers and jimmys like "dude its crazy that youre collecting items like youre coming back" TOTALLY UNCALLED FOR martyn also doesnt fire back which is a little odd.... maybe he is nervous about dying

for some reason theyre travelling at night. theres so many skeletons.

they start talking about tiktok and. i really don't know what's going on here.

they talk about if they die what'll happen and they say they can have each others stuff which is cute i think.

they arrive!!! its quite far down its like... y-10. and its all split up by a dripstone cave which makes it look really cool but also hard to navigate.

they explore a bit and jimmy breaks a lot of blocks and it stresses me out. JIMMY NO!!!! THE SILVERFISH!!!! they get some good books some armour trims but nothing crazy.

they get lost trying to get back. martyn keeps pretending he knows where hes going and its really funny.

they get back to the portal and go through and theres a SILVERFISH ON THE OTHER SIDE

new effect when u blow up the end crystals.? but its only on jimmys screen and only the first one he did. looks cool though theres probably some lore reason we can make up

JIMMY GETS THE KILL!!!!! martyn ran out of arrows JUST before. he gets immediate payback by somehow managing to pick up every single xp orb. im not exaggerating jimmy picked up One (from 8 to 8) and martyn is level 68. for some reason the xp dropped as just a singular large orb.?.??? martyn apologises and offers to enchant jimmys stuff :') its cute....

they head back and jimmy puts the egg on his bookshelf. he says this base is one of his favourites that hes done in a while!!!

jimmy and martyn meet back up and jimmy shows him the disc wall. martyns reaction is really funny "oh we love a waterfall entrance-OH MY GOD" martyn is largely unbothered by jimmy stealing his stuff.

they go over to eloises base together. eloises base floor is a pattern involving chiseled bookshelves. martyn accidentally breaks one and is confused when it doesnt drop. they proceed to break like 5 before realising they dont drop. they then joke about her hiding her disc under all the shelves so they break all of them. they arent expensive to craft or anything but... why......

jimmy goes off topic and asks martyn his thoughts on shepherd's pie. when martyn says hes not a big fan jimmy goes dead silent. he puts on his radio voice and goes "thats the day they stopped being friends. its crazy a little thing like that broke the love/law" (I CANT TELL WHICH ONE HE SAID. I THINK? LOVE. 1:03:50 SOMEONE HELP ME.)

there's a wandering trader and martyns like i cant even repeat what hes selling. and jimmys like whats he selling?? so martyns like "hes selling crack cocaine. cant believe it." i think this is the closest ive seen to genuine bewilderment on jimmys face. he goes through like 5 expressions in a second. he then checks the trades to prove to his chat that hes not selling it???? strangest bit of the stream but its funny

martyn comes over to jimmys base to enchant for him and jimmy gives him everything (all armour + sword and pick) at once and its a big display of trust.... i love them a lot

martyn doesnt like mess around and he does properly enchant all of jimmys stuff. its all very sweet to me then jimmy decides to say "bring it home papa" and. Okay

they split up (jim offers to stay with martyn but martyn sends him off since hes worried that he himself will not make good company while building) and jim goes to fish for a nametag again.

there may or may not be a stream break soon since he was talking about how he really didnt feel like streaming today and offhandedly said he needs a bit of a rest ^_^

new roblox video tomorrow and some next week too. with katherine!

HE GOT HIS NAMETAG!!!!! he forgot what he had planned to name it but he ends up naming him HONK

stream ends shorter than usual wooooooooo

Oh my goodddd the property police.... "it's crazy that you're collecting items like you're coming back" so uncalled for?? Why did he say this... Is he expecting Martyn not to come back... Because he fears that Martyn would die or that Martyn would just choose not to... Oh the Evo demons are getting me. Them saying the other can have their stuff if one dies and Martyn pretending to know his way is such property police banter mannnn. Offering to enchant stuff for him and not being bothered by Jimmy stealing from him... The exaggerated break up joke...

Something especially about Jimmy taking off all of his gear at once for Martyn to enchant. Big display of trust as you said... the maid demons are getting me now. And Martyn not fooling around here nor in any of the earlier instances to any notable degree?? Feels odd... I feel like he would at least a little... Something melancholy to me about the fact that he didn't. Sweet but melancholy. Banter between these two has usually gone both ways in the past to at least some degree (Not just Jimmy being picked on). I would scoff at the papa comment but. I can't, papa is too cutesy lol I'll let Jimmy get away with that one. The split up feels weirdly melancholic too even just from reading about it. Mmgh something about all the property police stuff this time around is making me feel so many vaguely sad emotions :( Feels so nostalgic too though... I really need to watch this part of the stream sometime. Especially cause these two are funny together. Finally jokes that I can chuckle at that aren't just "lol sex!!"

At least he finally got the nametag.... Honk...

[thoughtfulchaos773]

Sydney Adamu Theories

I am on a Sydney kick. So many possibilities come with cracking Sydney open and exploring SYdney's background. I am confident that the writers will explore this because the show is masterful at answering our questions in the midst of all the chaos. Even on Reddit, there are questions about Sydney.

Since Storer used tattoos to tell the story of the character, as we learned about Carmy, his tattoos started to make sense because we explored his history. The question for Sydney's tattoo sits with us as viewers; it's an ample opportunity to see Sydney and why she wants to get a star, succeed, and how she landed at the beef ready to work with Carmy and reach that dream. What inspired her to stage with Carmy, and what did she mean when she told her father she was at a different place in her life?

Theory one: Sydney, unlike Carmy, experienced failure in her career; some will see she is a quitter, and others will see Sydney put her mental health first. Maybe before Sheridan Road Catering, Sydney had a breakdown dealing with pressure and abuse like Carmy experienced at Eleventh Madison Park

I wonder if, like Carmy, we'll see the cost of committing to your craft to the point where you miss out on life. I'm leaning towards Sydney experiencing a nervous breakdown in the past. Her father is adamant about Sydney not committing to the thing that caused her heartbreak. Maybe Sydney has gone through many ups & downs in addition to Sheridan Road Catering.

The past must be so sorrowful for someone to imprint a symbol representing heartbreak over her shoulder. Maybe putting her all into things is part of Sydney's nature, and her father witnessed such a mental health scare that he's worried when she says she doesn't have another one in her...

But when she shows her dad the potential of the bear on opening night, her dad validates her: this is the thing. Now that her dad sees her as a leader, someone who's stable and knows what they are doing, she's pressured to work at a place that could be the like other places, and this time, she's trapped.

When her dad asks her if she trusts Carmy, this could be in relation to someone in her past experience as a chef, someone who was supposed to be her mentor and someone she could trust who broke her heart. They weren't necessarily partners (whoever this past person was), but it was a power dynamic. A dynamic that's absent in Sydney's and Carmy's relationship. Here are other reasons she probably had a mentor in the past that used her-

When Carmy tells her he's her boss, she considers what to say next. Carmy pulling this power play made her speak up and tell him her needs. Most importantly, she can stand out at The Beef.

Her father gives her a book on leadership. Perhaps this person (a mentor) stole her ideas, kept her from having a voice, and drained her mentally.

To keep it short, Sydney put so much pressure on herself that she ended up having a nervous breakdown and maybe she didn't have a partner but someone who used her, perhaps a boss or mentor who exploited the power dynamic between them.

There's another question that remains: What's with the name of the Catering business she started?

I'm also confident this will be answered because it's written in the original script.

Siderbar/theory: what's up with Carmy asking Sydney about her favorite road? The only road in relation to Carmy that I can think of is Jimmy mentioning the car accident dream. He said they were driving around Lake Genova or something like that. Well, maybe it was Lake Michigan, meaning they were driving along Sheridan Road- maybe the dream was a foreshadow?

Ugh this is all over the place, but I got questions, and I don't know how I'm going to wait for 6 more months.

[monosminecraftmania]

Color!au [hermitcraft fantasy au]

so i got two notes on the previous post so here i go talking about this

(yes this is going out like a month late but shh i had stuff ;a;)

here's a full roster of everyone and everything. Hopefully this will turn into motivation for me to write but yeah. until then here have this

again, if anyone is interested in seeing close ups/detailed drawings of anyone just send me an ask and i will gladly draw them. pls im desperate

if we get 3 notes i'll. share pictures of the kingdoms.

(long long post. read at your own risk >:3)

Going Alphabetically

Bdubs - Astronomer of Flax - Lives at the top of the castle - Comically small. No don't ask it's a sore subject - Made himself a glittering cloak of "stardust"

Beef - Resident of Varie - Lives on the outskirts of the kingdom - Travels only for paints or supplies - Good friend of Etho's

Bigb - Cerule resident - Has a cloud frog as a familiar - All it does is make his shoulder slightly moist - Runs a cookie shop

Cleo - Naga, Resident of Uaine - Graveyard guardian - Made herself arms of enchanted scraps the dead leave behind - Her human disguise is a gigantic ballroom dress.

Cub - Dungeon engineer of Mauve - Will never share the recipe for totems of undying - Creates labyrinths and puzzle rooms with a small chance of death - Sources most materials from Scar

Doc - Cursed Archeologist of Uaine - Pissed off a moss spirit so now his skin's green - Can't breathe good - Cut off his own arm and made a new magic one

Etho - Crown Prince of Varie - Half fox, but vertically - Has a heavy limp so people speculate he carries old battle wounds - Very bad at hiding the fox bits.

False - Royal Knight of Amara - Gilded Eagle Hybrid. Eagle wings and colors but the feathers appear to be shimmering like metal - Kingdom is usually very calm so she spends most of her time hanging out with Stress and fishing - Kicks ass when she has to.

Fwhip - Fisher in Ochre - Gem's business partner and the less violent one of the two - Deals more in accounting than actual fish - Fixes boats on the side

Gem - Fishwife in Ochre - Not actually married. Married to THE GRIND. - Runs a fishing boat and market by the widest bend of the river - Can and will use this trident.

Grian - Geologist in Claret - That's some funny lookin floating rocks - Owns a mansion that's shared with several other people of science - Named one of the rocks Brian. Pronounced like Grian.

Hypno - Beekeeper in Flax - Has a little bee farm that he sells honey and candles out of - Has a little magic and mostly uses it to make his flowers bloom - Honestly just happy to be here :3

Impulse - Service Demon in Flax - Resident fiekind (trickster demon). Does favors for gold or food - Invented the farming plow for a request once - Will absolutely abuse vague requests and play as many tricks as possible

Iskall - Magic Blacksmith of Uaine - Makes magic weapons of all kinds, mostly swords - Has golems to help him with his work, mostly just handling hot metal - Charisma + 20. He will flirt with anything that breathes.

Jevin - Slime Amalgam - Hides in the topmost tower of Azure's castle. - Stole pieces of gargoyles to camouflage and has been collecting feathers for wings - Just a silly little guy, living his best life.

Jimmy - Whistler - Guardian of the Wishing Cave - A great guy until you realize he's evangelizing for a cult - Hasn't touched grass in years

Joe - Magic researcher in Viridian - Puts random mushrooms in his mouth - Purely curious and gets a pass from most forest spirits - Looking into the forces of death to write a funny book

Joel - Strength Bryd (forest spirit) in Uaine - In the common tongue it's pronounced Ogre - Covered in tattoos that may or may not be his past victims - Fell in love with a fish. How did it end up like this.

Jono - Local Bard of Amara - Half Dog musician who's found a nice spot in Amara to settle down - Shirts are for losers - Can beatbox amazingly well with sharp teeth.

Keralis - Holy Water Spirit - Currently napping in the big ball chained to the temple roof - Granted Xb his wish to safely walk on land - Kind to a fault

Lizzie - Resident of Amara - Half fish hybrid - Washed up in the marshes of Uaine after a storm once and rescued by a handsome ogre. - Has an army of cod.

Martyn - Servant of Claret - A Watcher - Ren's shadow - Really needs a hug

Mumbo - Wizard of Claret - Subject of all of the bad luck - Collects scriptures and studies the magic of his kingdom - Also hosts a great magic show for kids

Pearl - Royal Architect/Librarian of Azure - Started as a stable girl who threw a tomato at the design for the royal library. And instead of being arrested, she was hired to redesign it. - In charge of the upside down library - Her dragon is named Bikkie.

Ren - Crown Prince of Claret - Half dog and proud of it. - Twins with Jono who moved away to the neighboring kingdom - Curious to a fault

Sausage - Mauve Resident - Construction worker for the many dungeons and attractions - Works well with wood in the morning - Way too enthusiastic

Scar - Travelling Merchant - Sells all the wares! Even wares that don't exist! - Yes the cane is magic - Makes an annual trip across the country to Mauve

Scott - Azure Merchant - Collects fashion articles from all over the country - Runs a ferry business on the side - Might know something.

Skizz - Resident of Cerule - Chosen by a phim and gifted a pair of angel wings and a halo - Encourages body positivity! Because love yourself you jerks - Trusts blindly and with open arms.

Stress - Goat/Beast hybrid in Amara - Retractable fluff for an instant winter coat! - The hooves are more like paws, but she's got incredible balance - Runs a tea shop with odd but tasty blends.

Tango - Fire spirit - Holy spirit of fire who's honestly just confused why he's so popular - Kidnapped by Scar and escaped to Gem all within a week - Hides in Gem's fireplace

TFC - Blacksmith of Varie - Specializes in actual tools, not weapons - Has a side business of stone sculptures. Buy one get two small ones free - Has a familiar, but no one knows what it is

Wels - MC - Surname revoked. Formal title "Wels, Knight of the Realm" - Banished from his home and travelling to a faraway land - His horse is named Worse, but pronounced like 'horse'

XB - Resident of Azure - Book collector and moved out of Amara to pursue his love of books - Got a blessing from a water spirit so he doesn't suffocate - Learned flight magic and swims through the air

Xisuma - Vagabond - Originally from Mauve. Travels the lands at every opportunity - No one has ever seen his face - Incredibly helpful travel guide

Zedaph - Royal Engineer/Alchemist of Mauve - May have invented cocaine. And gunpowder - Designs elaborate gauntlets for the bold to test their strength - Decided two extra arms were a good idea

[detectivereads]

The Scary Godmother by Jill Thompson

10,000/5

This post is for fan entertainment, I am not being paid.

Click here to see my Halloween TBR list

This book is amazing, it’s fall childhood during this magical time of year, and you feel that chill of fall creep over you. I remember watching the two movies on Cartoon Network around this time of year I would never get bored of it. When watching the movies, I saw that the movies were based of books, so a hunting I went.

Now this book that I have has 5 stories. Now the first 2 stories are the movies they follow it almost perfectly. 

The first story of the book is “The Scary Godmother”. The story with some details that were change for the movies follows on point. I caught myself reading it to the tone “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”. Some of the changes are in the book the only characters that Hannah meets is Scary Godmother, Mr. Skully Pettibone, Bug-a-Boo- the monster under the bed, Boozle the ghost cat and some bats.

The second story is “Revenge of Jimmy” again the story and movie sync up, but the ending instead of ending with a costume contest instead the book ends it with an epic Halloween parade, which I did like.

The 3rd story is called “The Mystery Date” Scary Godmother has a secret admirer, and they invite her out to the Halloween party in the normal world, ok this one was cute on how Hannah and Orson set out to find out who is the admirer, and the whole thing was very comedic.

The 4th story is called “The Boo Flu”, it’s very busy at Scary Godmother house, she is busy preparing for Halloween where she is struck down by the Boo Flu. Now everyone is in a panic who is going to finish all the unfinish tasks that still need to be done? Hannah takes up Scary Godmother’s broom and volunteers herself. This does worry Skully and Bug-a-Boo. There is a lot that needs to be done, but Hannah assures them that she can handle it. So, the group splits up Skully and Bug-a-Boo will take care of Scary Godmother while Hannah takes on the tasks: rounding up ghosts, making scarecrows, and helping monsters put on their scary faces.  Poor Hannah is on her last task and its too much for one girl to handle, while Skully and Bug-a-Boo manage to get help for Scary Godmother, so they go and help/comfort Hannah.

The final story “Tea for Orson” this one is a really cute story and is solved by the simplest solution. Scary Godmother, Hannah, Ruby, Mrs. LeGevaudan (Harry the Werewolf’s Mother) are having a tea party. Orson wants to join, but Harry explains it’s a lady’s only party. The two guys try to figure out how they can get to the party.

I do try to go into reviews neutral, but this one is hard to do that. I love this book so much from the stories and the artwork it helps me every year to get into the Halloween spirit. 

[kichimiangra]

In the Pet AU, what helmet do you picture Specter wearing? He stole one (and probably more) from Pipotchi to regain his intelligence with the added bonus of helping him calm the fuck down.

Pipotchi has many helmets for many occasions, so which one is Specter wearing as he works to tame Spike?

Well considering that we only have one canonical Pipochi helmet to pick from it might be easier to assume Specter is going to strip down any helmet he steals down to it's basics so it'd be easier to check if any of Specter's canon Helmets look like something Pipotchi might have

His AE1 Helmet can't be it because this takes place after his AE1 adventure. (Though in the remake it was changed to look more like his AE2 helmet so I question if this design is arguably retconned? I don't care though. Different helmet in my book)

His Piposaru 2001 helmet and his Pumped and Primed helmet look almost identical so it could be this but I wooould take away a few points because in P2001 Specter goes have that irrational "Your going to catch me and throw me in a circus and abuse me!" scene show Specter's anxiety is still boosted? At the bare minimum if this isn't the O.G. (As in Spike caught him and Never removed the O.G. helmet) or this is an all new helmet the little bastard got a hold of lying around the lab while he was raiding the fridge (Considering that Natalie and the Prof. aren't too concerned when he pops up) Calling this a Maybe.

Edit: Just realized I don't think it's coincidence that these helmets look alike because Specter is actually wearing his P2001 cape in P&P as well and I don't know any other games he's worn that in, and he's also got the brown belt in both games.

His AE 2 helmet might be the one from Jimmy's teleporter debacle which would make it a stripped down Specter Brand (tm) helmet (Unless he has special helmets just for him to swap into but with no evidence we'll call it the one from the incident). His AE3 Helmet looks identical aside from stylistic inking on all indentations. If this is the case it probably isn't this one either.

In Million monkey's he has 2 new helmets The first is his Red Helmet that he wear's throughout, brought to the table that neither are the original Prof. Brand helmet nor the Specter Brand Helmet and both are very streamlined in design. This is also Arguably the chillest Specter has ever been aside from AU!MOVE!Specter, (But is that really Specter?) and Specter is seen using much less psychic powers and far more gadgets to compensate in this game, which would make sense; not being either the original or a Specter Brand which is BASED on the original it may not carry the PK amplifying properties so if this is the COMPLETED helmet hardware wise this could possibly be a stripped down Pipotchi helmet candidate in theory.

In Million Monkeys Specter has a lot of alt costumes and with that comes a lot of alt helmets, though considering they're alt stuff their canonicity could be argued. There is ONE though that he canonically IS seen wearing in game and that is this one with the glowing gold ring engravings along the band from the first Episode Specter cutscene. This is apparently the helmet he chose to take with him to go on vacation and relax and even seeing that there's an impostor Specter having moved into his house, taken his army and stole his chair he doesn't even get... that mad? He stands up, shakes his fist, and then plops back down.

Considering that it doesn't look as customized to his ensemble as the red one but still carries the stripped down look I think if any of the helmets were to be strip downs of the Pipotchi model this one would be it.

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Or the fur suit.

[blackoctober-blog]

(Warning: the story down coming contains sexual themes. So, if you're a bit more sensible towards it, our humble apologies. I think it would be our only story with this theme, probably.)

A Fun Night after Thanksgiving Dinner.

After a funny dinner, filled from laughs, louder music and others interactions between family and friends, the couple decided to put their daughters to go sleep while they would wash all the dishes and then, have their own ''funny night'' as Suzanne had promised earlier.

Late night. James and Suzanne walked silently to their bedroom, now removing his clothes to wear their pajamas. In this case, Suzanne to a nightgow and James just some pajamas' pants, once he gets warmer by hugging his wife, under the blanket. James stretched all his body and started to relax on pillow. Watching her husband almost next to close his eyes, she smiled wink and laid her head over his chest, sliding the point finger around it.

"Was the dinner really greater. Right?" She've asked. James' eyes opened slowly and shared her a gentle grin.

"Oh yeah... Can't wait for more future reunions as we had." She giggled in agreement.

"Errr...love?"

"Hmm..?"

"Once there's only me and you... Wouldn't you like to have a little more fun with me?" She asked in soft tone, but yet a little more sensual. Which made the man to smile and blush like he used to back to high school times.

"Well.. did you make sure the doors were locked..?" She nodded in agreement. James grinned and then, the couple kissed tighty, involving tongues enough to taste different flavours by those salivas. In love for her husband, the blonde woman wrap the arms around the muscular man's neck, James always loved when she was too wishing about him.

Usually, they had been so worried about their jobs and kids that it was like they didn't have time for themselves as they used to. She've missed for those muscular and hairy arms for so long... James shared tender and soft kisses to her whole face until her neck, making the woman to feel a greater chills around her small body hair.

"Oh, Jimmy...." He smiled even to eyed-closed. The same voice tone that messed and stole his heart like the math' class. In his eyes, she's still that Suzanne but now a mature woman - He wanted to see his wife, eyes against eyes. He wanted to look at her and see that same woman he've always loved since those times, even when they said wrong things about her.

"Suzie..." He slid his big fingers on that fragile skin. Happilly blushing and needy about his love, she took his fingers and shared little kisses one by one and then, licked it slowly. In her vision, he always had been the same romantic and poetic boy. Who would believe such an attractive and sporty guy would be in love for such a nerdy and book worm like her? It was only able to happen on fairy tales, but the destiny showed that no. Everyone had a right to be happy and her one really came to stay. After many lonely nights and suffering tears, she learned how was really feel the love and love wasn't nothing as she used to think when to her old ex-boyfriend. It's no violence, neither mistreatment or play with feelings as toy. But fellowship, respect and caring a soul for many moments, even on the bad ones...

Now, like his wife, he was completely hungry for that woman. His lips touched against her neck where he gave soft sucks, but keeping the all care to not hurt. Sex never involved pain. He sat on bed but still holding her with caring and delicacy. Once again, he wanted her to share more stares, looks and souls.

"Jimmy... what are you planning...?" She asked, trying to look innocent. He just smiled in response and holding her hands, both removed her nightgow' straps, revealing her soft and fragile breasts. He wants that delicate body to feel the warmth and safety feeling against his hairy and buffy chest. James held Suzanne carefully and hugged her very tighty, enough to connect their hearts' beatings and during this act, she've closed her eyes and touched her nose against his neck and ears. With the same caring, she bites the ear to turn on his motivation and kissed his cheeks to get him on her command. Suzanne removed completely her nightgow, throwing it close from the desk, staying completely on natural form in front from her husband. She knew how James always had a weakeness about her body and she doesn't want neither the stupid insecurity to ruin it.

Their bodies were completely hot, sweaty but yet, smelling like honey and roses. James couldn't hold anymore, it was his last limit and then, he slowly removed his pajamas' pants and left it to floor, next from bed and this where the action finally starts.

With his harder tool, he plug it carefully inside to Suzanne. And then, she starts to repeat the up-n-down moves while sitting between his thights, Suzanne and James held themselves very tighter until like they turned into one. On hot and burning passion, the couple shared more deep kisses like two hungry and wild animals on fire. His hands slid and touched to all her skin, still reminding to not hurt her. Rolling the right hand from her back until he stopped to her butt and it held very firm, Suzanne couldn't not smile when he always did that - it made her feel so secure and confident about herself. God, how grateful she was for meeting that man that always made her feel like a woman. Now that she would never leave that man away from her arms. And rubbing their backs, holding their love for each other, Suzanne felt more thirsty and repeated the same move faster, both wanted to scream with all their organs but they still needed to make sure to their babies don't wake up to those "noises".

To help to not lose the pleasure even on control, James kissed his woman similar to which he imagined while reading Shakesperian romances in secret, which made Suzanne to get more hot and satisfied to all these touches.

"Oh, my pretty boy."

"Owner of my heart. And only of my heart." She smiled and kissed his lips while they laid slowly, now with his hands playing between her thights and massaging her "personal area''. Suzanne held her arms against his neck, allowing him to lick and kiss all her breasts.

"Oh, please. Keep it, love. They're all yours." She've always loved to feel those tender lips giving sweet kisses to her breasts, making it so harder as rocks.

"Jimmy.... I can't anymore.." His fingers were playing inside her.

"Hold on, sweetheart.." Noticing about how wet and hot she've felt, he took again his tool and put inside slowly and then, James held her hands and made the movement faster for like more fifty minutes. It was so faster, but too burning that like his wife, both freed all their internal water until their bodies felt completely empty and then, Suzanne and James felt tired and relieved.

But now, their expressions were genuinely satisfied and full of happiness beyond their smiles.

"Whoa, Jimmy..." He smiled, how much he smiled with all excitement.

"You were wonderful, baby. But really wonderful." He kissed her forehead. Suzanne stole him another kiss from her romantic husband.

"I think I had never loved someone too much as I do for you." And these words were enough to make the man to tear and keeping so happy about his love for her.

"Same to me, baby." And the couple shared another deep kiss until they finally started to sleep. Suzanne turned the lights off and the couple rested together. With James hugging Suzanne and hiding his face against her hair until the blonde moved slowly to hid her face against his neck and chest. And during the sleep, she also hugged her husband very stronger.

The End.