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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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night walks (original)

2k | pothead neighbor!Joel x f!reader

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He shrugs and leans in. You don't lean away. He takes your chin in his hand and your mouth opens for him, emptying your lungs before you can tell your body no. He gets less than an inch from your lips and exhales into your mouth as you inhale deeply, accepting his breath.

Summary: Joel, an older neighbor you've been walking with late at night, asks you into his basement to sell him weed but has other intentions.

content warnings: I8+ nsfw, drugs, dubcon, unsafe PIV sex, dirty talk, light imprisonment, creepy pothead joel, age gap (unspecified), possible dosing, no outbreak, Joel is untrustworthy.

(a/n): felt like writing some sex and taking a new Joel for a spin.

You're living in your Aunt's basement in a conservative suburban neighborhood while you work a dead-end job. You keep to yourself and don't know anyone in the neighborhood. You take a walk late at night. Not uncommon for you. Normally, no one is out, so you light up a joint as you round the corner into a dark cul-de-sac.

"That smells good," a gruff, disembodied voice says.

You startle and look around. "It's cool, I'm cool " he says, and your eyes land on him in the shadows. It's Joel Miller sitting out on the porch in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. "Sorry I scared you. I'm no snitch," he adds. "Have a good night."

He comes out almost every night from then on and starts to make small talk. One night he comes down from the porch in PJ pants and a tight t-shirt, stretched by his biceps, and asks if he can walk a lap with you. You're like, whatever. This is when you start to notice how hot he is, having barely seen him in the shadows. The PJ pants are a little too flattering on his ass and you can also see the ample size of his package. His beard glistens with bits of gray and silver.

In the darkest corner of the neighborhood one night, he says "hey" and his hand brushes the back of your hip. You turn and look into his eyes and his face darkens. He wets his lips and your heart races. He asks, "Mind if I hit that?"

You pass it to him and there's a spark when your fingers touch. The intimacy of his mouth on your joint makes you blush. His brow furrows as he takes a drag and maintains eye contact. Something in his gaze gives you butterflies between the legs.

He shares bits and pieces about himself. Sounds like he's having some kind of a midlife crisis. His wife cheated. He's moved into the basement and made a man cave. He starts crossing your mind during the day. What's his deal, why is he talking to you? Are you friends now? You're not sure if he's lonely or a creep.

One night, he sheepishly approaches you about buying some weed. He wants you to bring it to his man cave so you can show him the stuff and remind him how to roll a joint and all.

He lets you in the side door. When he holds the door open, you get a whiff of his sweat. He's listening to Pink Floyd. His tight shirt is blotched in perspiration and his muscles are pumped up.

He asks, "Mind if I finish this set?"

"Sure."

It's burning up inside and you're in joggers and a hoodie. You sit down on the couch and try not to watch. You look around the room at his TV, the bar. Your eyes drift to the bench where he's on his back, his shirt riding up exposing his happy trail, his package pressing up into his joggers.

"Don't be shy. You can watch," he says without looking over.

He's definitely a creep. He counts down from 5 then racks the bar and sits up. He looks you up and down. You put your thin metal case on a tray that's sitting on the ottoman in front of you.

He goes and locks the door where you came in - the bolt and the slider.

"Drink?" He asks, and walks behind the bar. "Gotta tell me what you want or you get an IPA."

"I'm good."

He brings you an IPA.

He uses his shirt to wipe his brow. He sits down right next to you, with plenty of other space on the couch, and stretches his arm out behind you. He catches you glancing toward the locked door.

"Too late now, pumpkin." He adjusts himself. "Come on, loosen up." He hands you the beer and you take a sip.

"Good girl." He looks you up and down again.

You put the beer down on the tray and lean forward, elbows on your knees. "Alright, so. . ."

His massive hand rubs your back slowly and it feels a little too good for comfort. You try to ignore it.

You open the weed case and get out the baggie and rolling papers. "You're gonna take-"

"Yeah, I know how to do it,�� he smirks. He tucks some cash in your case – a little too much – and closes it.

Then he pulls out his own case from under the couch. He puts the weed you gave him in there and pulls out his own stash. You open your mouth but aren't sure what to say.

"You gotta hit this. Really, try it," he says.

You watch him roll the most perfect joint in the world.

You call him out. "Why'd you act like such a noob?"

"How else was I gonna get you in here, hm?”

Your cheeks burn.

“Now we're all set to do what we want." A self-satisfied smile creeps across his face. "I won't tell, you won't tell. . . " He winks at you and his eyes sparkle.

You tense. "I won't tell what?"

He brazenly eye-fucks you. "What are you gonna say, you came over to sell me weed? C’mon.”

He strokes your hair. You're a little sick to your stomach. You get another whiff of his sweat and curse your body for responding favorably.

"Where's your wife?"

"Hell if I know," he shrugs. His hungry eyes don't leave you alone.

"Damn, you're hot," he blurts out. It's exactly what you were trying not to think about him, but shit, he is.

He puts the joint in his mouth and lights up, then his arm returns behind you. His thumb strokes the nape of your neck and you don't move away. Not to be intimidated, you turn slightly toward him. He inhales, holds in the breath, then offers you the joint.

You hold up your hand and refuse the joint.

He shrugs and leans in. You don't lean away. He takes your chin in his hand and your mouth opens for him, emptying your lungs, before you can tell your body no. He gets less than an inch from your lips and exhales into your mouth as you inhale deeply, accepting his breath.

"Atta girl," he says, followed by a small cough into his fist.

You exhale the smoke slowly, then take a deep breath of clean air and exhale again.

His large, veiny hand rubs your thigh and you sit in silence for a moment.

He says, "Good shit, right?"

It's amazing. "Did you just dose me?"

He laughs. "Shotgunnin's a hell of a way to dose someone. Nah it's just about findin' the right strain, pumpkin"

Whatever it is - the weed, the beer, his sweat, his body, the glimmer in his eyes. . . Whatever it is has you hot all over and tingling between the legs. You fidget with the zipper of your hoodie.

He puts his hand over yours and tugs the zipper, his hand dangerously close to your tits. "Let's take that off," he says. You take it off, leaving a tank top and no bra, and fold it up at the arm of the couch. Part of you is unsure why you're settling in. The lower part of you knows exactly why.

His thick knuckles stroke the tattoo on your shoulder

His voice is a low rumble, through nearly-gritted teeth when he says, "found myself a bad girl."

He takes another puff, then sets the joint on an ashtray. He holds in the breath, takes your cheeks in his hands, his sad eyes searching your face hornily. You empty your lungs again. He seals his mouth with yours, sending a rush of blood to your loins. You accept the breath, sucking it out of his mouth, then close your mouth and turn away to exhale as your nipples harden. His face stays and hovers close to yours.

When you finish exhaling, you turn back and meet his gaze. His eyelids are heavy with lust. He looks at your lips, cradles the back of your head, and smashes his mouth into yours. His mustache tickles. His tongue invades your mouth and makes you throb. You back up a little and his body pushes yours down on your back, your head landing softly on your hoodie. His legs wedge between yours.

His clothed arousal presses right between your legs and his large hand maps your body as he buries his face in your neck. "Lets see how bad you can be," he growls into your ear before taking a gentle bite of your neck, then sucking hard. His hard-on swells even larger and harder against you and your hips automatically roll into him. Your legs wrap loosely around him all on their own. God, he's big.

You don’t know what’s come over you, but you’re dripping wet. It’s like a magnetic, masculine energy is radiating out of his pores, penetrating you. Locked in a basement with this total creep and you’re dizzy with desire.

He slides his arm under your neck and kisses you forcefully as he gropes your breasts and grinds into you. Then he shoves his hand down into your pants where you aren't wearing underwear. His thick fingers part your folds and glide against your slick. You hate yourself for it, but you've never been more turned on, and it shows.

When he feels how wet you are, he says “I’ll be damned. You want it that bad.”

He tugs down your joggers urgently, backing up on his knees to pull them and your shoes all the way off. Then he frees his cock and strokes himself, wetting his lips. Chest rising and falling as he eyes your naked cunt. Fuck, he has a nice cock.

He hovers over you again and one of your legs wraps loosely around him. Your back arches in anticipation. Your clit throbs. He breathes heavily and his cock prods your entrance. You moan softly. He teases you with the tip. Your body aches to be filled.

“All yours, baby, every inch.” His low voice obliterates anything that was left of your will to resist.

He pushes his swollen tip inside, and the stretch pushes a moan out of you.

“Yeah, go on. Take this cock.” He pushes further.

He grunts, "God, you're tight. C'mon now, you can do it.” Your hips tilt to receive more of him and he plunges the rest of his length into you with a loud grunt and shudder. His neck vein bulges and his eyes close. You gasp as he fills you up and you twitch around him.

“Yeah,” he pants, rocking into your clit while he's all the way inside. “Attagirl.” You already feel something building deep within you.

He retreats then plunges into you again with a grunt. The vein on his neck bulges more and his biceps flex as he hovers over you, fucking you slowly, then faster. “Yeah, that’s my bad girl.” Fuck, he feels good. Tension coils rapidly in your core.

He wraps a strong arm around you, lifts you up against him, and his cock stays inside you as he sits back on the couch so you’re in his lap straddling him. He expertly works your clit and his massive hands on your asscheeks move you on his cock as his hips move under you.

“God damn, you’re hot,” he says again as you roll your hips into him. “Yeah, ride this cock,” he says, thrusting up into you as his massive hands rove your body. He forcefully pulls down your tank top and sucks your tit, moaning into it. Your thighs tremble.

“Yeah, c’mon,” he says. “Come on this cock.”

The next time he bottoms out, your clit grinding into his pubic bone, softened by his hair — you do. Pleasure blooms from your clit, pulsing, washing over you, and your walls clench around him, wringing a guttural groan from his lungs.

His cock pulses enormously and your whole body jerks into him as your climax continues. He thrusts a few more times. Slow but emphatic, pulling you down on his cock as his balls empty inside you. You stay on top of him as your climax wanes.

Shit, that was dumb, you realize. But it felt really fucking good.

“Reckon I won’t need to lock ya in next time, huh?” he asks, stroking your hair. You swerve his hand, get dressed, and leave.

But the next night, you still find yourself walking by his house.

“Any time you wanna come,” he says. “You’re welcome."

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Thank you for reading!!! your interaction is always appreciated too! 💐 this is a one shot but I'm having thots so you never know, LMK if you like him. I can kinda see him as a breeder, maybe.

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gurugirl · 1 year ago

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sugardaddy!ceo!harry x burlesque!dancer!yn

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Series Summary: Y/n is a down-on-her-luck burlesque dancer sleeping in her car. Harry is a wealthy CEO looking for someone to spoil.

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Her costume was lost or had never been ordered. She wasn’t sure. So, instead of having her first dance routine that night, she was booked to serve cocktails for a private party. Not how she envisioned her dance career progressing, but a job was a job. She needed the money. She needed to eat.

She was given a basic outfit to serve cocktails in. There were four cocktail waitresses. The little outfit was a bit showy for such a job, but she wouldn’t stick her nose up at it.

She curled her hair and pinned the front back and applied makeup. She adjusted her little outfit and tugged at the hem of the skirt. It barely covered her bottom. The tall heels were a touch too small for her feet but she took deep breaths and kept calm. The private party was in a large room (not the main room) with a small bar, some tables, and a stage.

She stood toward the entrance and watched the room get set up.

When the guests who’d booked the private party arrived, Y/n took her spot as directed and saw a group of ten men with nice suits and big attitudes walk in.

She immediately walked up to the table assigned to her and smiled brightly, “Welcome! Can I get you started off with a drink gentlemen?”

There were three tables for the guests and four cocktail waitresses spread amongst them.

Two beers, a whiskey neat.

Back and forth.

A round of shots for the group.

Water. Don’t forget the lemon.

No ice for the one with the grey suit and pink tie.

Her feet were killing her. She leaned against the bar and slid her shoes off for a moment of relief. The fucking things were an inch too high and a half inch too small, and she was struggling. She took a breather and watched over the table she was working. They had just gotten fresh refills and more water so they would be good for a bit.

The dancers on stage were having fun. Y/n could tell they were fill-ins. Not main stage worthy. Like Y/n, amateurs most likely.

Bethany put her hand on the bar next to Y/n, “Can you take my table their drinks? I need to go to the bathroom,” she told Y/n the order and ran off.

The bartender quickly got the order ready and Y/n reluctantly slid the borrowed heels back onto her feet. Somehow, the short rest for her feet only made putting the tight shoes back on worse. Her gait was affected. Her heels were blistered, and her toes were smushed in. She tried to maintain a natural stride on her way to the table but the only way she could stand to walk was to go very slowly.

“IPA?” She lifted the pint up and a man raised his hand as she placed the glass in front of him.

She handed off the drinks one by one and the last was a bourbon on the rocks. The only man who’d not yet been served was looking at her with anticipation of receiving his drink. She moved toward him and her attempt to not step fully down onto her heel had caused her to lose her balance and she dumped the whiskey onto the man’s nice suit.

She gasped and so did the man. Kicking her heels off she ran to the bar to grab towels and then back to the table.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry, sir! This is my fault. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning…” She got to her knees and placed the towel over the top of his thigh and looked up at his face with worry and noted his surprised smile.

She used her other hand to wipe the table as she blotted the towel over his thigh. She had not expected a smile from him.

“Don’t worry. Happens to us all. I don’t need you to pay for the dry cleaning either,” he said as he took the towel from her.

His voice was calm and deep. He sounded British. She stood up and stared down at the man and realized how kind he looked. His smile was genuine and the dimples poking into his cheeks were boyish and cute. He had crystal green eyes and broad shoulders. He was handsome. She was thankful that he was kind.

“I’m really so sorry, sir. I feel so bad. I’ll get another one for you and make sure to put all your drinks on the house,” she knelt down to pick up her heels and as she turned to go back to the bar the man gently grabbed her wrist, “Another bourbon is fine. You don’t need to comp any of my drinks, though. Please. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s okay.”

She looked down to where he had her wrist. He had rings along his long fingers. His hand was big. She looked back up to his face with a smile, “Are you sure?”

The man with curly brown hair smiled and nodded, “I’m sure.”

The rest of the night was far less exciting. When Bethany returned Y/n went back to her original spot. But she couldn’t stop herself from looking at the other table to the man who’d been so kind to her, even after she ruined his suit. He was attractive and it was clear to Y/n that Bethany also thought so. She gave extra attention to him. Anyone would.

When the guests had left and Y/n could put on her sneakers, the room got cleared and everyone went their separate ways. The club didn’t serve food, which Y/n had kind of hoped it would. She was hungry. She’d barely eaten anything all day long. Her day started off early trying to perfect the routine but then after hours of practice, she learned she wouldn’t be on stage because her costume was nowhere to be found.

Running back and forth in tight heels to serve liquor was just as tiresome as dancing on a stage. And being hungry on top of it all was brutal. Her stomach was growling as she walked out of the club and to her car parked at the side of the building where all the employees parked.

“There you are!” The voice of a familiar-sounding man startled her.

Y/n jumped and lifted her head to find the British guy with the bourbon-stained suit approaching her. Her eyes widened. As nice as he seemed in the club, she was hesitant to give him her full trust at 1 am in a dark parking lot with no one else around.

The man stopped in his tracks, “I’m sorry. I know you probably didn’t expect to see me, but I noticed you walking out and thought I’d just come and, I don’t know… maybe say hi,” he suddenly seemed more timid. Perhaps he realized how scary it could be as a woman to be approached by a man in this way.

Y/n gripped her keys tight and looked around. His soft smile put her at ease a little, “Yeah. I figured you guys all left already. I was just leaving for the night. Everything okay?”

Even in her alert state, she still wanted to make sure the man was all right. She was probably too nice for her own good.

His husky laugh sounded like relief in Y/n’s ears and it made her smile, “Everything’s fine. I was hanging back. I have a friend who works here. Just happened to see you leaving is all.”

Dimples.

Bright eyes.

Dark curls.

Tattoos, that she hadn’t noticed until now with his sleeves bunched up to his elbows.

He was attractive and his demeanor slowly put her at ease. She loosened the grip on the keys in her hand and finally smiled at him genuinely.

“Oh. Who do you know?”

“The owner. Richard. Short guy,”

“Bald,” Y/n spoke with a smile and Harry grinned back at her and nodded.

“Yeah. I’ve known him for years. Always lets me get in for a quick last-minute private party if I need. A lot of my colleagues enjoy the atmosphere.”

Y/n nodded and kept her eyes on the man. They both fell silent.

“Uh,” he lifted his hand up in a waving gesture and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m Harry.”

Y/n’s smile widened, “Y/n. It’s nice to meet you, Harry.”

Harry nodded and stayed in his spot on the other side of her little car. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by getting too close.

“So, guess you’re headed home, huh?” Harry looked at her little silver car and back to her.

Y/n nodded, “Yep,” she didn’t know what home meant but she would consider her car her home at the moment.

Harry looked down at his feet and back toward the car, “I uh, are you new here? I mean, I only ask because I’ve never seen you around.”

Y/n nodded, “First day. Was supposed to be in the main room on stage but my costume was never ordered or it was lost, or I don’t know… So they had me serving cocktails. I just need the money so I’ll do almost anything at this point,” she laughed and her shoulders relaxed a little more.

Harry’s brows furrowed and he frowned, “Understandable.”

The silence grew loud again and Y/n shifted on her feet. Suddenly the sound of her stomach gurgling in hunger filled in the space in between them and she laughed it off, “Wow. I should uh, go get something to eat.”

Harry kept the small frown on his face, “Well, there are plenty of places open. Vegas baby. Right?” He chuckled lightly, “I guess I should leave you alone, huh? So you can find a spot to grab a meal,” Harry spoke as he backed away from her car, and slowly headed toward the main parking area.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Harry. Thank you for being so kind to me on my first day,” she slid the key into her door to unlock it and kept her eyes on the man.

He nodded and put his hands into his pockets, “It was nice meeting you, Y/n. And I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again. I’m around often.”

A/N: This 3 part series will only be posted on Patreon. If you'd like more of this, I'd be so thankful to you for subscribing! xoxo

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cosyvelvetorchid · 5 months ago

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Tommy’s dad comes to visit unexpectedly. Unsurprisingly he is still an asshole. Your choice of abuse poor Tommy will have to endure. Buck walks in on the abuse and defends Tommy. Buck comforts Tommy.

Tommy/ Buck Angsty/ fluffy

This was a really meaty one to get into and I loved writing it. Thank you. 🩶

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TW: Homophobic language // themes of abuse in the form of emotional abuse and descriptions of trauma as a result of former abuse (no actual descriptions of physical abuse)

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Tommy was busy in the kitchen prepping dinner whilst waiting for Buck to come home from work. The thought of his Evan coming home to him still made him giddy 8 months into their relationship. He still had trouble believing that this was his life - that he got have this. Got to have happiness and contentment with someone as beautiful as Evan.

He’d spend the majority of his life hiding who he was, never imaging living a life where he would get to be who he wanted. And even when he grew up and he finally found the courage to come out and forge some semblance of life on his own terms, he thought it was too late to actually find someone special enough to want to spend his life with.

Then he met Evan.

6 weeks in they shared i love you’s. 5 months and Evan was moving in. Now, 8 months after first laying eyes on Evan in the middle of the harbour station hangar and there was a ring box hidden in a box of old photographs in the garage. He just needed to figure out the perfect way to do it.

The doorbell chimed and Tommy wiped his hands on a dish towel before making his way to the front door. He opened it and his heart and stomach dropped a thousand feet.

He hadn’t seen the man for almost 8 years; hoped he wouldn’t ever see him again. The man was greyer around the temples than he had been the last time he saw him, maybe a few more wrinkles to his face but otherwise there was no difference. Certainly not in the feeling the man conjured in Tommys stomach. The same twisted, nauseating fear that Tommy was all to well acquainted with.

“What are you doing here?” He asked. He tried to sound firm but he couldn’t hide the shakiness in his voice.

“That’s no way to speak to your father, Thomas.” He said in the same deep gruff voice Tommy had spent years trying to forget. He wanted to tell him to leave; to slam the door in his face. But his father’s eyes firmly staring into his own, still, after all this time, had a hold on him. A hold he thought he’d broken free from after his mother’s funeral 8 years ago.

“Are you going to invite me in?” It wasn’t a question and Tommy knew it. As though forced by an invisible entity Tommy stepped aside and let his father into his home.

He closed the door behind them, not failing to notice his hands, palms already beading with sweat, were shaking. His adrenaline was soaring as he watched his father walk slowly down the hall; his eyes scanning his surroundings. Everything his father’s eyes touched somehow now felt dirtier.

“You got anything to drink?” The old man asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Beer.” Tommy answered from behind. He walked to the fridge and removed a bottle, handing it to his father. The man scoffed when he saw the label.

“IPA. Figures” he said. “Can’t even drink like man.”

Tommy looked down at the ground. He was desperate to say something to his father. He’d gone over in his head a thousand times all of the things he wanted to say to him but never had the courage too. He always believed that one day he would be able to say something. But his father showing up at his door out of the blue threw him off.

Thomas senior walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, continuing to look around. He stopped in front of the fireplace looking at the picture frames stood on top of the mantel.

The whole mantel was filled with photographs. Evan had insisted, when he’d moved in and found a box of photographs in the hall closet, that they should be displayed. He’d said that they - Tommys photographs and his own - told their story, and that they should be proudly displayed.

They chose their favourites to put up. Tommy chose a picture of him and his armies buddies stood in front of a helicopter, one of his mother and himself when he was 10 in front of their Christmas tree, his maternal grandparents on their 40th wedding anniversary, and one of him and Sal in their dress blues the day they both graduated from their LAFD training.

Buck had chosen a picture of him and Maddie when they were kids, another of the two of them on Maddie and Chims wedding day, one of him holding a 6 week old Jee-Yun, another of Evan, Eddie and Christopher with the skateboard that they’d built for him, and a group shot of the 118.

In the centre of all of them, pride of place, was a photograph of Evan and Tommy, wearing medals around their neck and proud smiles on their faces.

Tommy saw his father looking at it and a part of him was tempted to grab it and hide it away; to not expose their happiness in the picture to his father’s derision.

“And who do we have here?” Senior said lifting up the picture of the two of them. Tommy felt a rare moment of confidence in front of his father and took the photo from his hands, placing it gently back to where it belonged.

“My partner.”

“Partner.” His father repeated, his disgust at the term evident. “Does he have a name?”

Tommy didn’t want to give it. He didn’t want the name that he spoke like a prayer to be heard by his father’s ears. If the world was just, the two would never be connected. His father and Evan wouldnt be associated in any way shape or form. Even in such a small way as his father knowing Evan’s precious name.

“I asked you a question, boy.” He turned quickly as he said it, so quickly that his movements triggered in Tommy a deep, long forgotten reaction and he flinched. It didn’t go unnoticed and his father laughed.

“Pathetic.” He said. Tommy did his best to swallow away the bile that was rising up from his stomach.

“Why are you here, dad?”

“I have some business in the city and I’m not paying the ridiculous fucking prices for hotels around here so I’ll be staying with you.”

Tommy’s stomach, along with what felt like every other organ, twisted painfully. He didn’t want to be within a thousand miles of his father and there was no way he wanted Evan in the same universe as him, let alone letting him stay in Evan’s home.

“We-we don’t have room.” He told him.

“What do you mean “we”?”

“Ev-my partner and I.” He answered nervously. Thomas senior’s face changed into something that Tommy recognised from his past. It was a mixture of disgust and anger. Tommys heart raced as he prepared for the inevitable verbal assault he was going to endure. His father had frequently used his fists to inform his son on exactly how he felt about his ‘perversions’, and there was a time where that response was the worst he had to endure.

But the older Tommy got the more the beatings became more preferable to the onslaught of violent rhetoric his father would spit at him. He would rather deal with black eyes than have to hear how disgusted his own father was at his existence. The worst his dad would ever make him feel was when he would be screaming at him that God made a mistake when they made him - that he was defective; unlovable. A failure of a man. Words that even today, when he was happier than he’d ever been, still had him doubting his worthiness of good things sometimes.

“I’ve got to hand it to you, Thomas. Your dedication to this.. lifestyle is.. admirable. If only you had such dedication for normal things you could have made something of your life.”

Tommy was desperately trying to muster up the strength to fight back against his dads words but the simple act of that man standing in front of him, spitting out his disgust at his son, made Tommy feel like he was 10 years old again - too afraid to talk back out of fear of the consequence.

“I thought that enlisting in the army would toughen you up; turn you into a real man. I almost felt proud of you when you told your mother and I. I thought finally, this pansy-boy of mine was going to grow up.” Tommys eyes stared at the floor, not having the inner strength to withstand the look on his father’s face as he spoke.

“Imagine my disappointment when I found out that you had been discharged. Couldn’t even hack it for long, could you?”

Tears pricked at his eyes. Even after all this time his father still had control over his emotions. Still knew exactly which buttons to press to cut him down.

He stepped forward into Tommys space who in turn stepped back two steps and his back it the wall.

“I asked you a question!” His father yelled stepping towards him. Tommys instinctively raised hands to protect his face.

“Babe? What’s going on? I heard yelling.” Evan appeared in the doorway to the living room. Tommy felt a mixture of fear and sadness that Evan ever had to be in the presence of his father, and also relief that he was here.

“Babe?” Thomas senior repeated, his repugnance dripping from the word. He looked at the photograph of the two of them, then back to Evan. “I’m guessing you’re the.. partner.” Revulsion painted on his face as he looked Evan up and down.

“Excuse me?” Evan said, a hint of irritation on his tongue. “Tommy, what’s going on? Who is he?”

Tommy opened his mouth but his throat was tight and dry and no words could escape. His eyes dropped from Evan back to the floor in shame.

Shame that he couldn’t speak. Shame that Evan had to be near his father. Shame that even at the ripe old adult age of 42 that the man could still make him feel like he was 5 years old again.

“Thomas Kinard.” He said. “Senior.”

Evans posture straightened and his jaw tightened. Tommy had told him about his father and the abuse he put his son through. It was taking everything in Evans will power to not beat the piece of shit within an inch of his life for what he had done to Tommy.

“What are you doing here?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Visiting my son.” He said.

“Why?”

“That’s none of your concern or business.” Senior told him.

“When you’re standing in my living room it is.” Evan argued.

“Thomas, tell your bitch here to leave us alone.”

“What did you just call me?!” Evan tried to step forward towards the man but Tommy grabbed onto his shirt. Evan turned his head to Tommy who silently shook his head.

“It’s okay.” He tried to convince Evan. But there was nothing about his words, tone or body language that could remotely convince anybody that it was okay.

“No, it isn’t, Tommy. This is our home and he is not welcome here.” He looked back at Tommys father. “You need to leave.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to?!” He stepped towards Evan. Tommys breathing was getting heavier as his heart was pounding harder and harder in his chest. This was getting out of hand. He was terrified Evan was going to get hurt.

“A coward.” Evan said plainly.

“What did you call me?!”

“What kind of a father beats his own kid?” He asked the man. Rhetorical question but Thomas senior couldn’t resist answering it nonetheless.

“A father who understands what it means to be a real man. Clearly I failed at teaching son that, giving this, quite frankly, disgusting life he leads.”

Evan looked at Tommy to see him standing frozen on the spot, staring at the ground with silent tears running down his cheeks. He looked.. small. His heart broke at the sight. Anger shot through his body and he turned back to Tommys father.

“He is a real man. A real man who, every day, goes out there and saves people’s lives. A real man who despite having to endure a childhood filed with violence and abuse at the hands of a pathetic, homophobic bastard like you, still turned out to be strong, kind, decent, loyal and selfless. A real man who would, and has, put his own life on the line for the people he cares about. You can think what you like about him, but you do not get to speak about him like that in front of me.”

Tommy looked up at Evan in awe. Nobody had ever stood up to his father like that. Not his mother or any of their family, or his teachers who couldn’t have missed the obvious bruises dotted around his little body.

Evan could have just told his dad to leave and be done with it but he didn’t - he stood face to face with him and listed off reasons he thought Tommy wasn’t the man his father told him he always was.

Evan didn’t see flaws in him. He didn’t see someone pathetic, someone not worthy of love or happiness. He saw him as a man who saves lives. A good man. A man worthy of giving his heart too. He saw Tommy as the man Tommy never thought himself to be. Maybe he was wrong about himself. Maybe he was strong enough..

His father stared at Evan for a moment before looking back to his son.

“Are you going to let this fairy talk to me this way?!”

The slur was enough. Tommy took a deep breath and stepped forward.

“Please leave.” He said, his voice not quite on the stepping stone of confidence.

“What did you say?” His father asked, his lips pulled tight. Tommy took another deep breath and felt his confidence rise a small amount.

“Leave.” He said a little more firmly. Thomas senior took a step back and laughed in surprise.

“Well, would you look at that! Turned out you have some balls hidden in there after all.” He rubbed his hand along the greying stubble caressing his jaw and stepped forward again. “Shame I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

His arm pulled back then his fist surged forward. But before Tommy could react Evan shot across in front of him and the man’s fist made contact with his face. Evan fell to the floor with a grunt.

Something shifted inside of Tommy seeing his father assault Evan. Suddenly, all the pain and fear and trauma from a lifetime of suffering at the hands of his father was overtaken by something new.

Tommy didn’t see red; only felt his blood— white hot and searing, and coursing through every vein in his body. Without even thinking about it he surged forward, grabbing his father by the scruff of his shirt and shoving him backwards, pinning him to the wall.

It was so quick that Thomas senior didn’t even realise what was already happening until it already had. His confidence suddenly non existent, he didn’t fight back. For the first time in Tommys life he saw fear in his own father’s eyes.

“You don’t ever get to lay your hands on him, do you hear me? That man there is the most beautiful soul I have ever met, and though I may not have had the courage to stand up against you for all the things you’ve done to me, make no mistake there there is nothing i wouldn’t do to defend the love of my life. I would go to war with God himself for him.” His eyes bore into his father’s who was staring right back at him, his own blue eyes swimming in fear.

“Now.. I’m going to let go in a second, and when I do you’re going to stand up straight and walk out of our home. And just so we’re clear— if I ever see you again, not only is he going to press charges for assault, but I am going press charges for every single time you laid a hand on me as a kid. And don’t you ever think for a second that I’m bluffing, because I’m not. Do you understand?”

Senior just looked at him not saying a word. Tommy couldn’t tell whether that was due to him being a stubborn bastard or because he was genuinely scared of Tommy. Probably a bit of both Tommy thought.

Not getting a response Tommy shoved his dad into the wall harder. “I said.. do you.. understand?”

His father nodded after a second. Tommy held onto his shirt for a few more seconds before tentatively removing his father from his grasp.

The man grabbed his shirt and adjusted it back into place then his eyes flicked between Evan and Tommy for a moment. He slowly walked out of the living room and Tommy followed him down the hall to make sure he actually left the house.

The second the door slammed shut he immediately went to Evan who was standing holding his cheek.

“Baby, are you okay? I’m so sorry.” Tears were welling up again in his eyes as he inspected Evans cheek gently. There didn’t seem to be any real damage, just some redness coming up.

“I’m fine, Tommy. I’m more worried about you.” He put his hands on the side of Tommys face. His deep and worried earnest eyes looking at him was enough for his adrenaline to drop and break the dam open. Tommy’s face crumpled as all the emotion from the encounter with his dad fell out of him in the form of cries.

“I got you, I got you.” Evan put his arm around him and guided him to the sofa sitting them both down. He sat back and pulled Tommy into him, his face resting in the space between Evan’s head a shoulder. His arms tightly held on to Evan as his body vibrated with each cry.

Evan gently rubbed his hand up and down Tommys back, allowing him get everything out. After a while Tommy’s cries slowed down and eventually stopped. They stayed there for a little while as Evan continued to run his fingertips along Tommys back.

“Your shirt is wet.” Tommy eventually said sitting up and noticing the wet patch caused by his tears.

“Don’t worry about that, babe. How are you feeling? That was pretty fucking rough what just happened.” He slid the hand that was on his back up to his head and gently ran his hands through Tommys curls. It was something that he would do in bed at night sometimes when Tommy had had a rough shift.

“I’m.. honestly I.. you know the worst part about seeing him? It was that you saw me.. you saw that part of me that I never wanted you to see.”

“What do you mean?” Evan asked.

“Scared. Ashamed.. pathetic.”

“No. No..” Evan turned to face him, lifting his face gently with his hand. “Tommy look at me. There is not a single part of you that I don’t love, and I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t show every part of yourself, even the parts that you don’t like. I love you. All of you. You are my whole world. There is nothing that you can show me about you that would make me judge you or look down at you or love you any less. You never have to worry about me going anywhere for showing me those darker parts of you. You are the most incredible man I have ever met and there hasn’t been a single day since we met that I haven’t looked at you in awe. Like you said - you’re the love of my life. You’re it for me, Tommy.” He punctuated his words with a few soft kisses to Tommy’s lips.

Tommy just stared at Evan for a few moments. He had no doubt Evan loved him, but to hear him say so in such a beautiful way melted every part of him. He felt in that moment that there nothing that he couldn’t go up against in the future when he had Evan by his side.

“I wish I could make you fully understand just how much I love you.” He rested his forehead against Evans.

“You already do every time you look at me.”

He knew immediately that the time was right to retrieve the ring from the box in garage

#tommy kinard #911 abc #bucktommy #911 #911onabc #buck x tommy #911 buck #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #bucktommy fic #bucktommy prompt #bucktommy prompts #911 prompt #911 prompts #cvo prompts

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onehundredflamingos · 10 months ago

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19 / thumb / 254 words

@jegulus-microfic

“You’re beautiful,” James said softly into the small space between him and Regulus. They had been talking for what felt like hours, divulging more information than the person on the neighboring bar stool probably needed to know, and yet…

James wanted time to stand still. Wanted to sit and stare at this beautiful man forever; wanted to listen to the stories about his job and his youth, stories shared alongside whiskey shots and IPAs.

Regulus blushed and turned away from James, taking a quick sip of his beer, but it only gave James a better view of his flushed cheeks.

Regulus set his glass against the bar top before turning back to face James, tongue swiping out to lick the foam off his upper lip. James reached out and immediately swiped his thumb beneath his lower one, wiping away a droplet of beer that had escaped as he drank.

“Can I kiss you?” James asked, the question barely more than a whisper.

“You don’t —” Regulus stumbled over his words. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know you enjoy playing the piano and watching soccer; I know you have an older brother named Sirius; I know you desperately want a kitten, but your roommate is allergic.”

Regulus’ eyes went wide in shock, like he couldn’t believe James had actually been listening to him.

“And I know that I’d like to kiss you.”

James leaned forward, but paused, eyes trained on Regulus’ as he waited for his answer.

“Yeah, James,” Regulus breathed. “You can kiss me.”

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #starchaser #sun seeker #harry potter fanfiction

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ultimate-word-tournament · 2 years ago

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Ultimate Word Tournament!

gambiarra (Brazilian Portuguese) couldn't find the IPA for this one :( an improvised method/solution to solve a problem, using the available materials; a workaround; an improvisation

silgi (Turkish) [sil.ɟi] an object used to erase/wipe/clean something

#ultimate word tournament #round 1 #polls #gambiarra #silgi

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brookstonalmanac · 5 months ago

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Holidays 8.1

Holidays

African Emancipation Day (Trinidad and Tobago)

Air Force Day

Armed Forces Day (China, Lebanon)

Azerbaijani Language and Alphabet Day

Basil Day (French Republic)

Battle of Athens Day

Bitcoin Independence Day

Caribbean Day

Chopsticks Day

Clergy Sexual Abuse Awareness and Prevention Day

Cross-Quarter Day

Cycle to Work Day (UK)

Day of Azerbaijani Language and Alphabet

Day of Pachamama (Peru)

Day of the Rear Services of the Armed Forces (Russia)

Day of the Telephone Operator (Mexico)

DOGust

Earth Overshoot Day 2024 (a.k.a. Ecological Debt Day) [ website ]

Ectopic Pregnancy Awareness Day

801 Day

Emancipation Day (UK; British Commonwealth)

Freedom Day (Belize)

Freedom to Marry Day (Minnesota)

Friendship Day

Gold Star Children’s Day

Girlfriends’ Day

Good Sportsmanship Day

Grain Marketing Freedom Day (Canada)

Guca Brass Bands Day (Serbia)

Harriet Quimby Day

HitchBOT Remembrance Day

Homowo (a.k.a. Hooting at Hunger; Ghana)

Indigenous Peoples Day (Taiwan)

International Adaptive Activity Day

International Can-It-Forward Day

International Childfree Day

International Mahjong Day

International Marine Protected Areas Day

International Sri Lankan Leopard Day

International Woo-Ah Day

Jerry Day

Laa Luanys (Isle of Man)

Laughter Day (Southern California)

Led Zeppelin Day

Liberation of Haile Selassie Day (Rastafari)

Memorial Day for the Victims of World War I (Russia)

Minden Day (UK)

Minority Donor Awareness Day

MTV Day

National Alpaca Day (Peru)

National American Family Day

National Andrew Day

National CBD Day

National Girlfriends Day

National Huddle Ledbetter Day

National Mahjong Day

National Minority Donor Awareness Day

National Mountain Climbing Day

National Non-Parent Day

National Poll Worker Recruitment Day

National Promise to Care Day

National Spritz Day

National Waifu Day

National Warsaw Uprising Remembrance Day (Poland)

National Wedding Day (UK)

National York Day

Odaiba Day

Oxygen Discovery Day

Parents’ Day (Democratic Republic of the Congo; Zaire)

Planner Day

Play Ball Day

Pod Body Day (Portland, Maine)

Respect For Parents Day

RNA Day

Rounds Resounding Day

San Francisco Cable Car Day

Scout Foundation Day

Scout Scarf Day

Social Resistance Day (North Cyprus)

Spider-Man Day

Sports Day

SSN 801 Day

Startup Day Across America

Swiss National Day

Technical Support Worker Day (Russia)

Treida de Santo Domingo de Guzmán (Nicaragua)

Thoroughbred Birthday (Southern Hemisphere)

Victory Day (Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam)

White Rabbit Day

Wipe the Slate Clean Day

Woman Astronomers Day

Women’s Day (Thailand)

World Breastfeeding Day

World Day of Joy

World Fintech Day

World Lung Cancer Day

World Middle Finger Day

World Naked Sailing Day

World Scout Scarf Day

World Wide Web Day

Yaoi Day

Yorkshire Day (England)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Belgian Frites Day (a.k.a. International Day of Belgian Fries)

Homemade Pie Day

International Albariño Day

International Can-It Forward Day

Mars Bar Day

National Nutritional Yeast Day

National Raspberry Cream Pie Day

Old Vine Day

Independence & Related Days

Benin (originally Dahomey; from France, 1960)

Colorado Statehood Day (#38; 1876)

Guadalcanal Province Day (Solomon Islands)

Jennytopia (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Switzerland (a.k.a. Confederation Day; from Holy Roman Empire, 1291)

Toku (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Vodopol (Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

1st Thursday in August

August Thursday (Anguilla) [1st Thursday]

Emancipation Day (Bermuda; 1st Day of Cup Match) [Thursday before 1st Monday in August]

Kid Lit Art Postcard Day [1st Thursday]

National Dash Cam Day (UK) [1st Thursday]

National IPA Day (f.k.a. International IPA Day) [1st Thursday]

Weekly Holidays beginning August 1 (1st Week of August)

Brat Days (Sheboygan, Wisconsin) [1st Thursday thru Sunday]

Carnaval del Pueblo (London, UK) [1st Week]

International Assistance Dog Week (thru 8.7) [1st Week]

International Clown Week (thru 8.7)

International Mathematicians Week (thru 8.9)

National Albariño Week (thru 8.5)

National Cleanse Your Skin Week (thru 8.7)

National Fraud Awareness Week (thru 8.7) [1st Week]

National Minority Donor Awareness Week (thru 8.7)

National Scrabble Week (thru 8.7) [1st Week]

National Video Game Week (thru 8.7) [1st Week]

Satchmo Days [begin Thursday nearest 8.4 thru Sunday]

Simplify Your Life Week (thru 8.7)

World Breastfeeding Week (thru 8.7) [1st Week]

Festivals Beginning August 1, 2024

American Cured Meat Championships (Omaha, Nebraska) [thru 8.3]

August is Maine Lobster Month (Statewide, Maine) [thru 8.31]

Bear Lake Raspberry Days Festival (Garden City, Utah) [thru 8.3]

Castlefest (Lisse, Netherlands) [thru 8.4]

Clam Festival (Highlands, New Jersey) [thru 8.3]

Denver Burger Battle (Denver, Colorado)

Eden Corn Festival (Eden, New York) [thru 8.4]

Empire Farm Days (Pompey, New York) [thru 8.3]

Estherville Sweet Corn Days (Estherville, Iowa) [thru 8.4]

Gen Con (Indianapolis, Indiana) [thru 8.4]

Green Gathering (Chepstow, United Kingdom) [thru 8.4]

Houston Restaurant Weeks (Houston, Texas) [thru 9.2]

Katahdin Sheep Show (Mexico, Missouri) [thru 8.3]

Klamath County Fair (Klamath Falls, Oregon) [thru 8.4]

Lollapalooza (Chicago, Illinois) [thru 8.4]

Mammoth Festival of Beers & Bluesapalooza (Mammoth Lakes, California) [thru 8.4]

Mile of Music (Appleton, Wisconsin) [thru 8.4]

Minnesota Fringe Festival (Minneapolis, Minnesota) [thru 8.11]

Mobile Motion Film Festival (Zurich, Swizterland) [thru 8.31]

Official Star Trek Convention (Las Vegas, Nevada) [thru 8.4]

Outer Banks Watermelon Festival (Nag's Head, North Carolina)

Owensville Watermelon Festival (Owensville, Indiana) [thru 8.3]

Phelps Sauerkraut Weekend (Phelps, New York) [thru 8.4

Pol’and’Rock Festival (Woodstock Festival Poland; Czaplinek, Poland) [thru 8.3]

Saint Dominic Days (Managua) [thru 8.10]

Saskatoon Fringe Festival (Saskatoon, Canada) [thru 8.10]

Spicemas (Grenada Carnival; St. George’s, Grenada) [thru 8.13]

Sumner County Fair (Caldwell, Kansas) [thru 8.4]

Toronto Caribbean Carnival (Toronto, Canada) [thru 8.5]

Twin Cities Vegan Chef Challenge (Minneapolis, Minnesota) [thru 8.31]

Washington Wine Month (Washington State) [thru 8.31]

Wisconsin State Fair (West Allis, Wisconsin) [thru 8.11]

World Lumberjack Championships [thru 8.3]

XIT Rodeo & Reunion (Dalhart, Texas) [thru 8.3]

Zanzibar International Film Festival (Zanzibar City, Tanzania) [thru 8.4]

Feast Days

Abgar V of Edessa (Syrian Church)

Alan Moore (Australian War Artist; Artology)

Aled (a.k.a. Eiluned or Almedha; Christian; Martyr & Virgin)

Alphonsus Maria de' Liguori (Christian; Saint)

Æthelwold of Winchester (Christian; Saint)

Bernard Võ Văn Duệ (Christian; One of Vietnamese Martyrs)

Betty Lou’s Dad (Muppetism)

Cartoon Day (Pastafarian)

Chantal Montellier (Artology)

David Gemmell (Writerism)

Day of the Dryads (Macedonia)

Dormition Fast (Orthodox Church) [thru 8.14]

Drug Side-Effects Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Ethelwold of Winchester (Christian; Saint)

Eusebius of Vercelli (Christian; Saint)

Exuperius of Bayeux (Christian; Saint)

Faith, Hope, and Charity (Christian; Virgin Martyrs)

Feast of Faith, Hope, Charity, and their Mother, Wisdom (Christian; Martyrs)

Feast of Kamál (Perfection; Baha'i)

Feast of Ninlil (Sumerian Goddess of the Grain)

Felix of Girona (Christian; Saint)

Festival of Lugh (Celtic here god)

Festival of Xiuhtechuhtli (Aztec God of the Calendar)

Gerhard Hirschfelder (Christian; Blessed)

Herman Melville (Writerism)

The Holy Maccabees (Christian; Saint)

Imps Charity Scramble (Shamanism)

Isobel Lilian Gloag (Artology)

Jackie Ormes (Artology)

James Henry Govier (Artology)

Jan van Scorel (Artology)

Kalends of August (Ancient Rome)

Lammas (a.k.a. ...

Feast of Bread (Neopagan)

Feast of First Fruits (England, Scotland)

Feast of the Wheat Harvest

Festival of Albina (Irish White Barley Goddess; aka Alphito)

Festival of the First Fruits

Gule of August (England, Scotland)

Imbolc (So. Hemisphere; Neopagan)

Lady Day Eve (Neopagan)

Lammas, Day 2 (Celtic, Pagan) [5 of 8 Festivals of the Natural Year]

Lammas Eve (a.k.a. Lughnassad Eve)

Lammas Sabbat

Luanistyn (Manx Gaelic)

Lithasblot (Norse Harvest Festival)

Loaf Mass

Loki and Sigyn’s Day (Norse)

Lugh (Celtic Book of Days)

Lughnasa

Lughnasadh (Grain Harvest) [Ends on Samhain]

Lúnasa (Modern Irish)

Lùnastal (Scottish Gaelic)

Sexon Hlafmaesse

Lobster Boy Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Mati-Syra-Zemlya Day (Slavic Goddess of the Earth)

Pachamama Rayni (Festival Celebrating Mother Earth) [Ecuador; Peru]

Pellegrini (a.k.a. Peregrinus), Hermit (Christian; Saint)

Peter Apostle in Chains (Christian; Saint)

Procession of the Cross and the beginning of Dormition Fast (Eastern Orthodox)

Quarter Day (Scotland)

Richard Wilson (Artology)

Rose Macaulay (Writerism)

Sebastiano Ricci (Artology)

The Spanish Romancers (Positivist; Saints)

Vhrsti (Artology)

Warsan Shire (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 15 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [15 of 24]

Fatal Day (Pagan) [15 of 24]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [35 of 60]

Unlucky Monday (when Eve gave birth to Cain; Philippines) [1st Monday] (3 of 4)

Premieres

Alfred, by Thomas Arne (Opera; 1740)

Alice the Peacemaker (Disney Cartoon; 1924)

American Graffiti (Film; 1973)

Bargain Daze (Heckle & Jeckle Cartoon; 1953)

Being and Time, by Martin Heidegger (Book; 1927)

Big Chief No Treaty (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1962)

The Big Money, by John Dos Passos (Novel; 1936)

Burning Love, by Elvis Presley (Song; 1972)

Cape Kidnaveral (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1961)

Charley’s Aunt (Film; 1941)

Cook and Stagger (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1956)

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, by Judi and Ron Barrett (Children’s Book; 1978)

Concert for Bangladesh, hosted by George Harrison (Charity Concert; 1971)

Cosi Fan Tutti Frutti, by Squeeze (Album; 1985)

Cowardly Watchdog (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1966)

Crazy with the Heat (Disney Cartoon; 1947)

Crusader Rabbit (Jay Ward Cartoon TV Series; 1950)

The Dog Show (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1950)

Driven to Extraction (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1963)

Dune, by Frank Herbert (Novel; 1965)

The Dusters, featuring the Mighty Heroes (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1971)

The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, by Tom Wolfe (Novel; 1968)

Eric, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 1990) [Discworld #9]

Everybody’s Rockin’, by Neil Young (Album; 1983)

The Fabulous Firework Family (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1959)

The Final Countdown (Film; 1980)

Flebus (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1957)

Flight of the Navigator (Film; 1986)

The Four Musicians of Bremen (b Iwerks Cartoon; 1922)

A Game of Thrones, by George R.R. Martin (Novel; 2000) [A Song of Fire and Ice #1]

Gangsta’s Paradise, by Coolio (Song; 1995)

Generals and Majors, by XTC (Song; 1980)

The Genie with the Light Touch (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1972)

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, by Stieg Larsson (Novel; 2008) [Millennium Trilogy #1]

Give Me Liberty (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1967)

Golden Egg Goose (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1951)

Guardians of the Galaxy (Film; 2014)

Heaven Can Wait (Film; 1943)

The Highwayman, by Alfred Noyes (Poem; 1906)

The Hound of the Baskervilles, by Arthur Conan Doyle (Novel; 1901)

House Busters (Heckle & Jeckle Cartoon; 1952)

Howard the Duck (Film; 1986)

How to Catch a Cold (Disney Cartoon; 1951)

Jeremy, by Pearl Jam (Music Video; 1992)

Judo Kudos (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1968)

King Tut’s Tomb (Heckle & Jeckle Cartoon; 1950)

The Littlest Bully (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1960)

The Lyin’ Lion (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1949)

Make Way for Ducklings, by Robert McCloskey (Children’s Book; 1941)

Meat, Drink and Be Merry (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1961)

Modern Man in Search of a Soul, by C.G. Jung (Philosophical Book; 1933)

Money (That’s What I Want), by Barrett Strong (Song; 1959)

The Monkey Wrench Gang, by Edward Abbey (Novel; 1975)

Mrs. Jones’ Rest Farm (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1949)

MTV (Cable Network; 1981)

MySpace (Social Media App; 2003)

96 Tears, by ? and the Mysterians (Song; 1966)

North Dallas Forty (Film; 1979)

Nothing in Common (Film; 1986)

Oil Through the Day (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1964)

Open House (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1953)

Paul Bunyan (Disney Cartoon; 1958)

Porky the Rain-Maker (WB LT Cartoon; 1936)

Pride of the Yard (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1954)

Rain Dogs, by Tom Waits (Album; 1985)

Rear Window (Film; 1954)

Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier (novel; 1938)

The Road Not Taken (Poem; 1925)

Robots in Toyland (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1965)

Rule Britannia, by Thomas Arne (Song; 1740)

Señorella and the Glass Huarache (WB LT Cartoon; 1964)

Shadows on the Rock, by Willa Cather (Novel; 1931)

Shootin’ Stars (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1960)

Shotgun Shambles (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1962)

Sick, Sick Sidney (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1958)

The Snows of Kilimanjaro, by Ernest Hemingway (Short Story; 1936)

Steel Wheels, by The Rolling Stones (Album; 1989)

Superiority, by Arthur C. Clarke (Short Story; 1951)

A Swiss Miss (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1950)

The 39 Steps (Film; 1935)

Tot Watchers (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1958)

Trouble in Baghdad (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1963)

Truant Officer Donald (Disney Cartoon; 1941)

The Trumpet of the Swan, by E.B. White (Children’s Book; 1970)

Turning the Fables (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1960)

The Twist, by Chubby Checker (Song; 1960)

Video Killed the Radio Star, by The Buggles (Music Video; 1981)

A Wedding Knight (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1966)

The Wiggles, by The Wiggles (Album; 1991)

Wild and Woolly Hare (WB LT Cartoon; 1959)

Witchy Woman, by The Eagles (Song; 1972)

Today’s Name Days

Alfons, Kenneth, Peter (Austria)

Alfonz, Jonatan (Croatia)

Oskar (Czech Republic)

Maira, Maire, Mairi, Maris (Estonia)

Maire (Finland)

Alphonse (France)

Alfons, Kenneth, Peter, Uwe (Germany)

Efkleos, Elesa, Markelos, Solomoni (Greece)

Boglárka (Hungary)

Alfonso, Giacomo (Italy)

Albīna, Albīns, Dags, Jarmuts, Spekonis (Latvia)

Almeda, Bartautas, Bartautė (Lithuania)

Peder, Petra (Norway)

Brodzisław, Justyn, Konrad, Konrada, Nadia, Piotr (Poland)

Božidara (Slovakia)

Alfonso, Caridad, Esperanza, Fe, Pedro (Spain)

Per (Sweden)

Charissa, Charity, Chasity, Cheri, Cherie, Cherry, Cheryl, Esperanza, Faith, Faye, Hope, Nadia, Nadine (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 214 of 2024; 152 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of Week 31 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 27 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Xin-Wei), Day 27 (Ding-You)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 26 Tammuz 5784

Islamic: 25 Muharram 1446

J Cal: 4 Purple; Foursday [4 of 30]

Julian: 19 July 2024

Moon: 8%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 17 Dante (8th Month) [The Spanish Romancers]

Runic Half Month: Thorn (Defense) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 43 of 94)

Week: 1st Week of August

Zodiac: Leo (Day 11 of 31)

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August (Gregorian Calendar) [Month 8 of 12]

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years ago

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#83 Taylor Swift Midnights- “Do you have a man?” with Mike Duarte. Please and thank you!!

When Mike hears that question, his head whips around so fast he thinks he almost gives himself whiplash. His eyes are blazing seeking out the interloper whose trying to muscle in on his territory.

You're sitting beside him on a barstool, barely touching, your clothing brushing. That Detective from Vice, Burnsey is on your opposite side with an IPA clutched in his hand and that lopsided smile that Mike has grown to hate over the past few days of working with him.

He knew before this the other man wanted you, he'd asked if you were seeing anyone and it had killed him to say he didn't know. This thing between the two of you was so well hidden, even your closest colleagues weren't aware. He played the part of disinterested captain a little too well he thinks.

You're surprised , he can tell. He doesn't know why, you are smart, tenacious and just so fucking pretty, he can't believe you've chosen fucking him.

"Yea." You tell Burnsey. "Yea I'm seeing someone."

And it makes Mike so fucking smug until the other man takes your hand in his, his thumb caressing over your ring finger and utters.

"No ring though. It can't be that serious."

Mike's livid. The fucking audacity. He wants to put a ring on your finger, you've talked about it but for you it's not the right time and he gets that he does. He just hates fucking little assholes like Burnsey thinking they have a shot.

You pull your hand away, wiping it on your sleeve as if you've touched something disgusting. He's not even pretending he's not watching the exchange.

"It doesn't mean I don't love him." You inform Burnsey.

"But does he love you?" The other man counters.

And Mike wants to scream, yes he fucking does. That he would give you the moon, the stars and the sun if you fucking asked for it. That he would give his life for you if you needed it. That he will love you until the end of time because that's how deeply he fucking feels.

"Oh Burnsey." You address the other man. "Do us both a favour and don't make of a fool of yourself more than you already are."

#captain mike duarte #mike duarte x reader #mike duarte x you #mike duarte #maurice compte

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conlangcrab · 1 year ago

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It's not even conlanging bullshittery yet, just syllable structures.

C = K G KQ GX KL GL N = K G QK XG LK LG L = l m n r i u K = t k p G = d g b Q = s f θ ʃ X = z v ð ʒ V = a e o S = CV VN CVN

In this case, all values are in IPA, and, per se, /i~j/ /u~w/

Vulgarlang-generated word examples below:

abat /ˈabat/ v. perform

adak /ˈadak/ v. roast

adelt /ˈadelt/ prep. around

adhdots /ˈaðdots/ nnt. treatment

afkotgeig /ˌafkotˈgeig/ nf. cost

agbzholt /ˈagbʒolt/ adj. yellow, orange, brown

aibta /aˈibta/ nm. salt, spice

akbanp /ˈakbanp/ v. feel (sense by touch), feel (examine by touch)

akkthedtma /akkˈθedtma/ nnt. lesson, lecture

aldefpeud /ˌaldefˈpeud/ prep. for (the purpose of)

amgob /ˈamgob/ v. manage

anbesk /ˈanbesk/ nm. cord

apdebo /apˈdebo/ nm. science

appelp /ˈappelp/ nf. hill, mound

arkaltbzo /arˈkaltbzo/ nm. confidence

artkagietots /artˌkagiˈetots/ nnt. hint

asktshetkontets /ˌasktʃetˈkontets/ nf. killer

ateg /ˈateg/ adj. cute

athkpoka /aθkˈpoka/ adv. probably

atkodhd /ˈatkoðd/ adj. close, accurate

aukeddie /aˌukedˈdie/ nm. rod, shaft, bar, cylinder

avgeipeip /avˌgeiˈpeip/ nf. respect

azgbvelgo /azgbˈvelgo/ nf. factory

azhgtap /ˈaʒgtap/ adj. sharp, acute

baebe /baˈebe/ v. record

bapbragze /bapˈbragze/ v. lean, tilt, bow (greet)

baupke /baˈupke/ v. float, skim

bdheabdvo /bðeˈabdvo/ nnt. visit

bedaktha /beˈdakθa/ nm. egg

belttedhgots /beltˈteðgots/ nf. agreement

beskathkdart /besˈkaθkdart/ v. like

bia /ˈbia/ nm. scene, stage

bla /bla/ pron. which

blod /blod/ v. tie

bmekthoets /bmekˈθoets/ nnt. gardener

bno /bno/ nf. berry, bean

bodbzeik /bodbˈzeik/ nm. bed

bomtop /ˈbomtop/ nm. snow

brakat /ˈbrakat/ nm. bug

brozd /brozd/ nm. spoon

bvadok /ˈbvadok/ nm. spelling

bvoabots /bvoˈabots/ nf. pleasure

bzedokthazhd /bzeˈdokθaʒd/ v. rub, massage, wipe

bzhebvabzathp /bʒebˈvabzaθp/ v. create, invent

bzotnaets /bzotˈnaets/ nnt. painter

dad /dad/ nf. day, light

daka /ˈdaka/ nm. castle

daod /ˈdaod/ v. hunt, stalk

datshalkge /datˈʃalkge/ nf. process, procedure

ddhakia /dðaˈkia/ nf. song

ddho /dðo/ det. much

deazbed /deˈazbed/ nnt. forefather

deoip /deˈoip/ nm. drink, beverage

dethk /deθk/ nnt. crystal, prism

diab /ˈdiab/ nm. plan, program

die /ˈdie/ prep. like

dlamgop /ˈdlamgop/ nm. fat (component in food)

dlorgbzo /ˈdlorgbzo/ nf. chest

dne /dne/ nm. button (fastener for clothing)

dnork /dnork/ adj. weird, strange, peculiar

doikolbezhd /ˌdoiˈkolbeʒd/ nf. bedroom

dostbe /ˈdostbe/ nf. axe

drotbzaemp /drotbˈzaemp/ adj. serious, sincere, severe

dvadautep /ˌdvadaˈutep/ adv. already

dveaugtoeks /dveˌaugˈtoeks/ adj. urban

dvogeftto /dvoˈgeftto/ nnt. family (related by blood)

dzaple /ˈdzaple/ nnt. leather

dze /dze/ nnt. lounge, couch, sofa

dzhagke /ˈdʒagke/ adj. happy

dzhod /dʒod/ nf. emotion

eb gzhapadpod /eb gʒaˈpadpod/ nm. genocide

edbvabod /edbˈvabod/ nf. spring (season)

edhdbzemp /ˈeðdbzemp/ v. pour, flow

edouggoubets /ˌedoˌuggoˈubets/ nf. owner

eftteipedhd /ˌeftteˈipeðd/ nm. success, profit

eiddota /ˌeidˈdota/ nnt. fan (enthusiast)

ekag /ˈekag/ nf. advice

elbkaid /elbˈkaid/ v. charge

emdkia /emdˈkia/ nf. bow (decorative material)

enbeg /ˈenbeg/ adj. full

ep /ep/ prep. from

erbda /ˈerbda/ nm. dinner

ergodte /erˈgodte/ adj. sweet

eshpadkioud /eʃˌpadkiˈoud/ nm. family (children and parents)

eskdloke /eskˈdloke/ nf. soil

etengoga /ˌetenˈgoga/ adj. dead

ethtbabua /ˌeθtbaˈbua/ nf. eyelid

ettsho /ˈettʃo/ adj. true, honest

euteti /ˌeuˈteti/ adj. shiny

evgerdgad /evˈgerdgad/ adv. exactly

ezdespddha /ezˈdespdða/ nnt. meeting

ezhb /eʒb/ adj. fair, just, moral

gabzozgpap /gabˈzozgpap/ prep. in, within, into

gaklagots /gaˈklagots/ nf. flight

gapo /ˈgapo/ v. arrive, happen, occur

gauto /gaˈuto/ nnt. library

gavbked /ˈgavbked/ nm. dog

gdhampkadhgomd /gðampˈkaðgomd/ nm. penis

ge /ge/ v. receive, collect, get, accumulate

getma /ˈgetma/ nnt. horizon

glagofkglavd /glaˈgofkglavd/ adj. common, generic

glep /glep/ adj. big, great (very large), huge, popular

gmaod /ˈgmaod/ adj. light (weight)

gna /gna/ adv. how

gnopsok /ˈgnopsok/ nm. tire

goet /ˈgoet/ nf. copper, bronze

gopioupesp /goˌpioˈupesp/ prep. between, among

guadolttazg /ˌguaˈdolttazg/ adj. round

gvardgdhemteks /gvardgˈðemteks/ adj. golden

gzadzoat /gzadˈzoat/ nnt. poem

gzegkio /gzegˈkio/ v. excite

gzho /gʒo/ adv. down

kabblo /ˈkabblo/ nf. wind

kaftadhb /ˈkaftaðb/ adj. important, significant

kaksatia /ˌkaksaˈtia/ nnt. child (young human being)

kapabnant /kaˈpabnant/ nf. message, letter (written document), note

kast /kast/ adv. very, really, pretty

kautorg /kaˈutorg/ nm. cat

kazhb /kaʒb/ det. enough

keib /ˈkeib/ v. buy, purchase, shop

kethk /keθk/ conj. because

kfagesk /ˈkfagesk/ nm. paradise

kfet /kfet/ nnt. front, facade

kiazggastolp /ˌkiazgˈgastolp/ nnt. speed

kiodeks /kiˈodeks/ adj. reasonable

kletaeks /kleˈtaeks/ adj. powerful

kmakegtso /kmaˈkegtso/ adv. else, otherwise

knagdme /ˈknagdme/ v. have, take, receive, arrest, capture, book, remove, deprive, take away, get, accept, earn, gain, gather, evacuate

knetmaklavb /knetˈmaklavb/ v. chase

knotuap /knoˈtuap/ v. balance

kodiot /koˈdiot/ nm. manner

kotfevd /ˈkotfevd/ v. return, go back

kroeutonk /ˌkroeˈutonk/ conj. but

ksadkaert /ksadˈkaert/ nf. girlfriend

ksavg /ksavg/ v. can

kshagzhaeut /ˌkʃagʒaˈeut/ v. avoid

ksobo bakeik /ˈksobo baˈkeik/ nf. midnight

kthatoldta /kθaˈtoldta/ adj. major

kuog /ˈkuog/ v. keep (store), store

od /od/ nm. rain

oddmegmazb /oddˈmegmazb/ nnt. route

odklaitonb /ˌodklaˈitonb/ nf. change

ogeb /ˈogeb/ nf. bitch

oikamk /oˈikamk/ adj. fragile

olbple /ˈolbple/ nm. tool, appliance, machine

olpkmathkast /olpkˈmaθkast/ prep. onto

omdapkfo /omˈdapkfo/ nf. birth

onbkod /ˈonbkod/ v. teach, instruct, educate, train, coach

opguakguo /opˌguakˈguo/ v. limp

ortdzhe /ˈortdʒe/ v. edit

osht /oʃt/ nnt. country (nation), state (province, country)

otebtap erg /oˈtebtap erg/ nnt. fingerprint

ouktthopkeb /ˌouktˈθopkeb/ v. spit

ozbpegadhd /ozbˈpegaðd/ nf. trade

ozhbbo /ˈoʒbbo/ v. vote

pad /pad/ nf. wound, trauma

paib /ˈpaib/ nf. reward, award, medal, profit

papat /ˈpapat/ nnt. drug

pazd /pazd/ nm. series

pedraep /peˈdraep/ nm. wrist

peodapots /ˌpeoˈdapots/ nnt. memory

petre /ˈpetre/ nf. recipe

pfeapedhd /pfeˈapeðd/ interj. well

pfotesktthad /pfoˈtesktθad/ adv. suddenly

piadle /piˈadle/ adj. fat, big

piopemkalp /ˌpioˈpemkalp/ nm. risk, threat

plakpa /ˈplakpa/ nnt. quality

pleut /ˈpleut/ nnt. river, creek

pmasp /pmasp/ nf. card, badge, sheet

pneda /ˈpneda/ prep. except, besides

pog /pog/ nm. group, community, bunch, crowd

potadrevb /poˈtadrevb/ nf. beast

prashpbnegnoeks /ˌpraʃpbnegˈnoeks/ adj. young

psa /psa/ v. stick

pseippo /pseˈippo/ v. aim, strive, intend

pshakaovb /pʃaˈkaovb/ nm. profit

pthadiat /pθaˈdiat/ v. drain

ptherkdo /ˈpθerkdo/ num. three

pthodzabiet /ˌpθodzaˈbiet/ nf. thing, stuff, property, object, item

puate /puˈate/ nm. peace, harmony, melody

tabe /ˈtabe/ nm. mind (thinking faculty)

tadlafpbva /taˈdlafpbva/ v. think, believe, understand, analyze, ponder, grasp, trust

taemgpe /taˈemgpe/ nm. claw

taokgloip /ˌtaokˈgloip/ v. deal, haggle

tat /tat/ adj. cold, crisp

tebpedhbkret /tebˈpeðbkret/ v. drink, sip

tedmapgzet /tedˈmapgzet/ nnt. tea

teget /ˈteget/ nm. characteristic

tekak /ˈtekak/ v. write

tenpamd bmagot /ˈtenpamd ˈbmagot/ nm. lower class

teplovd /ˈteplovd/ nm. rib

tetoit /teˈtoit/ nf. darkness

tfadzazgab otebtap /tfadˈzazgab oˈtebtap/ nm. toe

tfotshako /tfotˈʃako/ v. keep (not return)

tiobvodavb /ˌtiobˈvodavb/ v. promise

tlapgage /tlapˈgage/ nf. moment

tleteka /tleˈteka/ nnt. tree, wood, plant, shrub, forest

tmanttuad /tmantˈtuad/ num. one

tmezb /tmezb/ pron. we (including you), us (including you), ours (including you)

tnagatht /ˈtnagaθt/ nm. chemical

tno /tno/ adj. easy

toadkodhd /toˈadkoðd/ nf. liver

togaets /toˈgaets/ nm. lawyer

tokekiaots /toˌkekiˈaots/ nm. repetition

tosk /tosk/ nm. army

totshait /totˈʃait/ nm. sword, blade

tsabelt /ˈtsabelt/ nm. boy

tse /tse/ nm. kitchen

tseb /tseb/ v. catch, capture, seize, grab, arrest, clutch, grasp, grip

tsetshabzhaup /ˌtsetʃabˈʒaup/ nm. hand

tshagia /tʃaˈgia/ nm. list, menu, catalog

tshezdezgtag /tʃezˈdezgtag/ v. improve, refine

tsokaik /tsoˈkaik/ nnt. ink

tthakeskkie /ˌtθakeskˈkie/ v. drift

tthoftaid /tθofˈtaid/ nf. wife

tuapraip /ˌtuaˈpraip/ nf. winter

#conlangcrab #conlanging

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