#Jam Rock Barbecue Jerk

[hornynofilter]

I have a confession you might enjoy.

Back in June I was at a neighborhood barbecue. We were all talking about the show 'Letterkenny' and somebody brought up the episode where Squirrely Dan admits that his girlfriend fingered his ass and he liked it. One of the guys starts freaking out and talking about how gross that is and how the 'gay agenda' was poisoning everything. I don't really like this guy. He's in his late 50s and is super conservative. I'm 35 and friends with his wife. (she's like the cool aunt I never had.) He treats her very poorly so I decided to fuck with him a bit. "Hey man, you should try a finger in your butt. It feels good. It's definitely got to feel better than that stick you have jammed up there." Everybody laughed and he kind of left the party not too long after that.

A few days later, his wife came over to my house. We both work from home so we get together once or twice a week at lunch time. That's how we got so close. At one point, she asked me if I was serious about enjoying having my ass played with. She said she had heard younger men were experimenting with anal a lot these days but she didn't know if it was true. I told her that I did enjoy it and explained a little bit about how sensitive a man's prostate could be. This really peaked her curiosity and she started asking a bunch of questions.

Like I said, we're pretty close, but our conversations had never been sexual before so this was new. Honestly, it was kind of a turn on to tell her about all of my prostate and anal play, and she was really interested. I said something about "you should see how hard I cum with my favorite prostate massager."

At that point, I realized I had probably gone to far and said so. She said everything was fine but we decided to back away from the conversation because we were both oversharing too much.

Fast forward a week or so and we're having lunch again. We had finished eating and we're just chatting when out of the blue she says "I've decided to take you up on your offer. I want to see how hard you cum with your favorite prostate massager."

She continued by telling me that her husband hadn't touched her in 3 months and she was horny as fuck. She also said that all he did was go into his den and jack off to porn. She figured if he could jack off to porn, she could too. She also said that he went to strip bars and got lap dances all the time. If he could watch live sex performers, she could too.

I was absolutely stunned. I had no idea how to respond. I mumbled something about having to think about it and I would let her know, then I told her I needed to get back to work.

As you might imagine, I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation. On the one hand, I don't like the idea of fooling around with married people because it's bad karma. On the other hand, I knew her marriage was on the rocks and I knew her husband was a jerk. The points she made about him watching porn and going to strip clubs were entirely valid. Also, she was a grown woman and knew her own mind so if she didn't feel guilty about it, why should I. And finally, the idea of letting her watch me was such a fucking turn on it had me shaking.

The next time she came over for lunch, I asked her if she was still interested in watching me. She said she was so we went into my bedroom. Long story short, things quickly got pretty crazy. Once I got warmed up and the toy started doing its work, I was writhing around on the bed and moaning. I looked over and she had slipped out of her shorts and was playing with her pussy. It was so erotic to watch her masturbate. I told her she could use one of my dildos if she wanted something more. She grabbed one and started fucking herself.

It was about this time she crawled on the bed next to me. We still weren't touching each other, but we were masturbating within inches of each other.

While she was laying next to me, she started getting very aggressive about first asking, then telling me what she wanted me to do. Having this older woman take charge of the situation like that was a twist that I didn't see coming.

She eventually told me to take the prostate massager out. When I did, she handed me the dildo she had been using on herself and told me to use it on my ass. She ordered me to stroke my cock while I fucked myself. She laid next to me rubbing her clit and playing with her nipples while I drove myself closer to orgasm. When I finally came, I shot part of my load onto her stomach, which pushed her over the edge to her orgasm.

Contrary to what you might think, there was no awkwardness or weirdness afterwards. We both laughed and agreed it was a great time, she cleaned herself up, and went home.

From there, things have escalated dramatically. She found her dominant side and we've been exploring it ever since. It didn't take long for her to start using the dildo on me directly. That progressed to strap-ons and more femdom activities. She found out about edging and orgasm denial. She bought me a chastity cage for Locktober. Now it's November and she completely controls my orgasms. I'm not allowed to come unless it's from anal/prostates stimulation.

The entire situation is insane but I wouldn't change it a bit. We're having so much fun and I really feel like I'm helping her figure out who she is after so many years of being locked in a shitty marriage. She's told me she's not going to leave him until her youngest is out of college but in the meantime, she's finding physical, emotional, and sexual satisfaction with me. It's been an amazing experience and I just wanted to share it with you.

I'm glad that she's found a good outlet to discover herself and it is completely fair why she's doing it and why she's staying for now. I'm glad she has you around to try those things out as well! Without judgement. Having someone like that is a very rewarding and nice thing.

A weird note but I personally love sexual conversations. I also absolutely have a tendency to overshare cause of the neuro spicy brain and if its with someone I'm chill with then its better. I've also, thankfully, been a safe space for some people in my life to open up or change perspective on that type of stuff. It's an amazing feeling to know I've helped people. So I definitely get how amazing that experience is for both of you. albeit a bit different but still similar. ^^

Thank you very much for sharing with us and me. I appreciate it ♥

[gayenerd]

Transcribed radio interview. From sometime in the Nimrod era I assume because they ask about Nice Guys Finish Last.

Okay, I know I said I'd give this to you all a long time ago, but it's taken me a while to type it up. The interview was done by the Seattle alternative radio station (107.7 The End) a while back. I think it was the Friday before Christmas. Anyway, here are some things you'll need to know to make this interview make sense.

 Andy Savage = DJ for The End

Steve = producer for The End 

They both were the people who interviewed GD over the phone.

End Fest = A concert they played here last summer

Okay, here we go..

.Billie: Uhhh...hello?

Tre: Hello Andy and Steve!

Mike: I thought we were Billie, Mike and Tre..

.Steve: You are. 

Tre: That's the other team, dude!

Mike: Oh! Okay, I got a little confused there.

 Steve: Hey, you guys remember End Fest, don't you?

Tre: Of course!

Mike (saying symotaineously with Tre): No, not at all!

Billie (laughing): Yeah, it was a great show!

Steve: After End Fest, the Guinness people called and said you guys said fuck more than anyone else in the history of the world, so congratulations

!Mike: Are you...are you serious!?

Steve: Yeah.

Tre: Well, tell them to give us some fuck'n beer!

 Billie: No, Tre, the Guinness Book of World Record and Guinness beer are different.

Tre: That beer is fuc'n thick! It'll make you fuck'n fat, too!

Andy: You know what was cool? When you brought that kid up on sage to play a song on guitar with you guys. That was pretty awesome of you.

Billie: Did he say anything about it afterwards?

Andy: Oh yes, and I suppose he's still talkin' about it.

Mike: I told him not to!

Tre: Has he gotten a lotta girls offa that?

 Andy: Yeah, I suppose he gets laid a lot. What did you tell him while he was up there with you?

Mike: I told him is he said a fuck'n word he would be dead.

Billie (in a big strong manly voice): Don't you open your fuck'n mouth, kid!!!

Mike: We're trying to say fuck as many times a possible now.

Steve: Yeah, we noticed. Mike: Well, you opened the can of worms, and now we're eating them!

Andy: Billie. 

Billie: Yeah?

Andy: I heard that before End Fest, you were at Linda's Tavern and you had to take a cab to the show. How much did that cost?

Billie, Mike + Tre laugh

Billie: It was really expensive. I think I had like 40 bucks on me, and my friend Will, whose in the band Sunny Day Real Estate had, uhhh...I think he had...

Tre (interrupting): He had like $243.84 on him!

Billie: ...like, $40 or $50, and it was over $100 to get there. When we were at Linda's drinking; we kinda looked at each other and said, "Oh, we're really shit faced right now." And he said, "Wait, don't you have a show to play tonight?" and I was like, "Yeah!" So really, I almost missed the whole damn show. But before hand, I was also at this Mexican food place is Seattle, and it was probably the best Mexican food I've ever had in my life!

Andy: Really?! Well, what was it called?

Billie: I can't remember the name...

Tre (interrupting): It was called "The Best Mexican Food He's Ever Had in His Life!" 

A: Well, was it like Azteca or something?

Tre: It was called Taco Bell.

 Mike: Yo quiro Taco Bell!

Billie, Mike + Tre laugh

Andy: Nice Guys Finish Last.

Billie: Nice Guys Finish Last, what about it?

Andy: Is that what you believe? What is it all about?

 Billie: Well, a good friend of mine used to have all these really great sayings. He'd say, "Nice guys finish last" all the time, and what else did he say? Something like, "It's a long road to the bottom, but I've got a lotta miles on me" or something like that.

Mike: He had a lot of great sayings. 

Billie: Yeah, he did.

Mike: Practice makes perfect, but nobody's perfect, so why practice?

Andy: Well, do you think that nice guys do finish last?

Billie: It depends on the context, you know?

Andy: In love.

Billie: In love? Yes, definitely. It really helps to be a jerk.

Tre: I mean, look at James Brown! He used a crow bar! He was the godfather of sole!

Billie, Mike, Tre, Andy + Steve laugh

Tre: Nice guys finish last... (starts to go na na na na to the tune of the song)

Andy: So, what are you guys getting each other for Christmas? 

Mike: We're not supposed to say!

Tre: All I know is what Mike got me last year, was a dildo, about...how big was that thing? He got me a fuck'n dildo!

M: It was like knee height. It was pretty brutal. 

Tre: It was bigger than any mumblemumblemumble

Mike: Actually, it was more like a mantle piece than a mountal piece.

Andy: Uhhh...okay...well, what are you doing with---

Tre (interrupting): You know what Mike? You also got me that butt plug last year!

Mike: Heh, yeah, and it's sittin' on your mantle right now!

Andy: Well, who do you like? That is an up-and-coming band that you think is kicking ass right now in your opinion?

 Billie: Uhhh, well, I don't know what label they're on, but there's this band called Dillinger 4, that I looove! They're from Minneapolis and they have a record out. I don't know when it was put out---sometime this year---but it's a really great punk rock record.

Andy: Well, you've heard about the B.S. going on with—

-Billie: What!?

Andy: Uhhh, you know, that crap going on between Pearl Jam and Third Eye Blind.

Billie: Pearl Jam?!?

Andy: Yep. And Third Eye Blind.

Billie: What's goin' on with them?

Tre (in the background): Is this the only way these bands can get recognized?

Mike: Yeah, I know!

Billie, Mike, Tre, Andy and Steve all laugh

Tre: Why doesn't Eddie Vedder pick on someone his own size?

Andy: Well, I mean, Jenkins is all pissed at Vedder because I guess Vedder slammed him, and---

Tre (interrupting): Who's Jenkins? Who slammed him?

Billie (yelling) Wait a minute! I wanna hear what's going on! Wh-what happened!?!

Tre (laughing): Yeah, tell us the dirt, man!

Andy: Steven Jenkins started slamming Eddie because he said they shouldn't be playing "Bubba O'Reily" because their version sucked, and Jenkins told Vedder to shut up. Have you heard both of those versions?

Billie: Oh, wow! I don't think anyone should be covering "Bubba O'Reily." It was done right the first time! Why do it again? Ugh, puh-leeese!

Andy: Well, do you guys do any covers all the way through?

Billie: Yeah, we do a version of "My---

Tre (interrupting): We do "Bubba O'Reily!"

Billie: ...Generation," that's much better than Pearl Jam's.

 Steve: That's a good version!

Tre: Oh my God! My nipples are hard!

Andy: Well, squeeze them!

Billie: MMMMMMM!!!

Tre: What do you thing we're doing, dumbass?!? 

Steve: So, do any of you guys have any piercings?

Billie: I have a little boy--- 

Tre (interrupting): I got cosmetic surgery and now I have a nipple on my butt!

 Andy: And what do you do with it?

Tre: Believe it or not, I suck it!

Billie (imitating Tre's voice): I suck my own butt!

Billie: Heh, and Mike has an eyeball in the middle of his ass that winks at me! (in funny voice) Here's to you, kid! Well, actually, I have a small child at home that's covered in piercings.

Andy: Have you guy set anything on fire lately?

Billie (in big strong manly voice): Jest the barbecue! Out there tailgatin'! And cookin' the weenies!

Andy: Well, last time you were up here, you were at the pier, and I heard you guys started to set the table on fire, and---

Tre (interrupting): I burned a car the other day, but I'm not supposed to talk about that.

Billie, Mike Tre, Andy + Stave laugh

Tre (in funny voice): Well, I just want to say that Pearl Jam and Third Eye Blind, your version of "Bubba O'Reily" just stinks. It just stinks! It-it-it it really offends me, and it stinks! It STINKS!!! Can I say id sucks on the radio? Ca-ca-can I say that??? IT STINKS!!!

Billie (in southern accent): Wul, I thought it wuz perty cool.

Mike: Oh! Goodnight and goodbye! We have to go now. 

Tre: We have to go-nad.

Andy: Well, merry Christmas!

Tre: Merry New Year, and happy Chanukah.

Billie: Have a very hairy Christmas!

Tre: Happy Kwanza.

Billie: Have a good day.

Andy: Hey, you too, ma---

*click*

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TF2 Fanficlet - Sniperscout request for @camiluna27​

Title: 

"What's your problem, Snipes? This was your idea, after all!" Scout shouts over the shrieking of the wind. The little fucker was beaming, wide-eyed and wild in high delight as nature threw a right old temper tantrum about the mercenaries.

The fingers of his right hand barely managed to maintain a grip on the slick rocks as the wind buffeted his lanky frame against the cliff face mercilessly. The sharpshooter had been in some pretty serious situations before, but this was in the top-ten... if they lived, he was going to kill Scout for enjoying this, then himself for proposing this mess.

"Shuddup and keep going, Scoot..." he grumbles, feeling the strain in his arm, but flat out refusing to surrender his hat to the elements in order to gain a better grip. "Outta respawn range an' all, ain't gonna have 'em find us a pile of mush at the base of a fucking hill 'cause of a little storm..."

A flash of lightning illuminates the almost manic grin, the whites of his eyes almost glowing in the split-second. Scoot was clearly having the time of his bloody life in this crazy weather, even if the situation wasn't ideal. Sniper kind of wanted to be pissed off at the mouthy little bugger for it, but... well, they'd all been young once, and had the rush of youth flooding their veins. That sense of invulnerability that not even being sticky-bombed twenty times a day could ever seem to defeat.

And let's be real, it was a little bit... attractive. Or endearing, or whatever the bloody word was that meant it was kinda hot and horrifying all at once... how he'd ever fallen for such an impulsive young wanker, the sharpshooter would never know.

Nor could he understand what the runner saw in him... but then, they just seemed to click. Somehow. And neither of them felt all too inclined to go about poking and prodding as to the why. They liked each other, and that was good enough, alright?

Sniper's heart catches as he feels his fingers slide free from the rock, slick with rain and the biting cold of the wind. He can't even find the time to shout an expletive or call for assistance, as gravity yanks his slight form away from the solid cliff-face.

And then, it stops. Or rather, it finds an opponent in the sturdy rope currently threatening to squeeze Sniper in half at the waist. He takes a second to breathe, then lurches awkwardly at the nearest surface, latching on like a koala joey to their mum.

"Crikey..." he mutters, and then frowns because he just knew Scout was going to make fun of him, albeit playfully, for the accidental stereotypical slang.

But none comes. The sharpshooter risks a glance upwards as the rope jerks at him, an insistent urge to keep going, to find the other mercenary haphazardly scrambling up the cliff and away from him. Movements rapid, strained and almost frantic...

"Steady on mate!" he call up, but he's drowned out by the rain growing heavier. There's not much he can do but  jam fingers and boots in any crack or crevice he could find and climb up, as the rope continues to pull him up.

'Can't see Scout, where the hell is he?' Sniper thinks, belatedly wishing he had his bushwaka with him, it could've helped him ascend, as it were.

Suddenly, the rope slackens, and Sniper is forced to catch himself hard; telling himself to remain calm, that there's a lot of good reasons that the other might have given him a bit of rope...

"Scoot, y'up there, mate?" he calls, uncertain if the sound carried. But a second later, there's a strong pull on the rope, dragging him upright far faster than before, the sharpshooter scrambles to find footholds before they're too far out of reach to be useful.

Sure, he was an active man, but scaling cliffs like this wasn't something he did on the regular, especially not in a bloody thunderstorm, if you catch his drift. The extra help was appreciated, but he couldn't help wondering where he was heading...

His sharp eyes detected the ledge far before Sniper would have been able to reach it, which gave him a chance to prepare. A sudden surge of strength compelled his movements, he worked in tandem with the ever-tugging life-rope, to scramble up the cliff towards his goal.

Just a bit further, c'mon mate, just a bit.

It was almost surreal to reach the lip of the cliff, to feel flat under your fingertips after so much vertical rock... and yet, even more reassuring was the shaking, yet strong hand that wrapped around his wrist to pull the sharpshooter over the edge. Two bodies colliding and hitting the hard ground in a sodden heap of aching limbs and curse words so foul you could almost sense Scout's Mother on her way up the mountain (heels and all) ready to wash their mouths out with industrial-strength soap.

Before he can even catch his breath, Sniper feels the hands running over him, and his own darting out in response. He winces as Scout's battle-worn fingers take stock of his bruised torso, the rubble-encrusted gravel rash all over his hands where he scrabbled for purchase on an unforgiving stone monolith, and the angry throb in his cheek where the wind had slammed him into something.

Likewise, Sniper could feel the way the runner was shaking, sodden and exhausted after the whole ordeal. The runner's bandaged hands are bare and angrily raw, clearly from yanking the rope up so swiftly. The fabric was in tatters; a trail of shredded bandage that stemmed from Scout himself, across the surface and off the side of the cliff.

Scout hisses as Sniper tries to inspect the palms. "I know it stings, Jer, but I gotta check how bad it is... bloody hell why'd you take the bandages off?"

"Didn't..." Scout answers through clenched teeth as Sniper presses at the angry marks winding about the runner's forearms. "Came off when I was... ow! Hey, knock if off, I ain't a baby!"

Sniper fixed him a long, hard look... then sighed. "Know ya ain't, Scoot... it's just, look what you've done to yourself."

Now he had a second to think, Sniper put two and two together. "They fell off when you were just about running up the hill to rescue my arse, didn't they?"

"Uh, yeah... well, wasn't like I was gonna let ya die or nothin'... Ma's already makin' you a Christmas card and all. She'd kill me if I let ya fall for me twice..." the shit-eating grin returned.

Sniper suppressed the urge to smack him, and rolled his eyes. "Dunno why I put up with ya..."

"Maybe 'cause you love me?" Scout says, trying to use the moment between them to get his hands free.

"Oi, you keep those hands where I can see 'em..." he warns, mentally running through a catalogue of everything in his pockets right now, trying to locate anything he could use to help cool off the angry raw skin. "And yeah, I suppose you could call toleratin' your bad jokes and weird aversion to vegemite... love."

With every word, he manages to draw them a little bit further across the flat surface towards a bit of a ledge. Wasn't perfect, but shelter-wise, they could do worse until this all blew over...

"...-nd another thing, my jokes are fan-friggin-tastic! Ya lucky ta have someone as awesome an' funny as me around, ya lanky bastard!" Scout is saying, there's no real heat behind the words, just a sort of... duty. Like he was filling the silence with sound, like that would stave away the reality that the pair were injured, alone, a hundred metres or so straight up from their campsite in the middle of a ferocious storm... and out of respawn range.

If their teammates even bothered to come looking before tomorrow, how'd they know to look up?

Well, bugger it. That was a problem for tomorrow, right now... gotta look to  making it to the other side of dawn.

Ambling slowly due to his aching ribs, the sharpshooter manages to drag a few things from his vest pockets. A lighter, some newspaper clippings and photos with red X marks across the faces... and a handful of little wooden items that had been an attempt at whittling from earlier today.

Wasn't easy to get it to light, but if they both faced their backs into the wind, it could catch. Sure, things could have been better, but they were alive and sort of warm, at least.

Sniper fishes out some lip balm, something Spy often mocked him about having, but who knew when you'd need it for dry lips or a bee sting or to disguise your finger prints on a discarded weapon and the like?

"Not the best thing for it, but it's something..." he explains, before trying to make the small blob of lipbalm spread over the surface of two large palms. His mind did get a little distracted, thinking about other applications, but a cool wind snatching at his hat dragged Sniper back to the here and now.

Scout's pale expression was morphing into something mischevious.

"No." Sniper said, automatically. "The cliff practically banged me senseless the entire way up, and your hands're just about barbecued. We'll just have to wait til Doc's fixed us up before we do anything like that..."

"Aw Snipes... you know we don't gotta use our hands to have fun, right? And just think," says Scout, trying to be diplomatic as his interest began to visibly peak, "it's a good way to get warm, yeah? Survival and all..."

Well, when he put it like that... might as well find a way to enjoy the last night of their camping trip, even if it was a bloody disaster. Sniper sighed.

"Yeah, alright, sounds like a good idea to me." He shrugs, getting up slowly as if his bones had forgotten how to stand upright. "For survival and all..."

"Yeah," Scout repeats, licking his lips as his boyfriend pressed tenderly, slightly awkwardly close. "Survival..."

The End

Have this quickly-written nonsense

[builder051]

Come to me now and rest your head part 11: 4th of July (MCU Captain America fanfic)

This is part 11 of a 15-chapter fic about Bucky’s return and recovery, as told through a year’s worth of rough holidays. Not every chapter will be emeto, but all have some form of physical illness or mental health struggle that could be categorized as sickfic or whump.

We are in powers/no powers choose-your-own-adventure.

This is a remix of Stay with me, we’ll take the night, now all from Bucky’s perspective.

Contains migraine, ptsd/panic attacks, and vomiting.

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On Steve’s birthday, Bucky’s desperate to be normal.  He wants to give Steve one day to celebrate and not be dragged down with Bucky’s problems.

They’d arranged to have a barbecue.  Nothing crazy, just their little circle of friends gathered at the townhouse for hamburgers and hotdogs and the view of the fireworks display on the National Mall. Though from their distance, it would be more like the view of a postage stamp.

Steve keeps saying kind things like you don’t have to, and Bucky keeps saying that he’s fine.  He’s well aware that, really, he’s not, but that’s beside the point.  Bucky’s been feeling alright physically.  The nightmares are no more or less than usual.  He hasn’t had a panic attack since May.  When Sam gave him the brief low-down on depression, he’d said it’s common.  It happens to a lot of people.  And it probably doesn’t keep them from hosting birthday parties for their significant others.

Steve’s taken off on his bike to pick up provisions from the grocery store, and Bucky’s making himself lunch.  He spreads mayonnaise and mustard on bread, carefully lines up turkey slices, and adds a piece of iceberg lettuce.  Bucky assembles the sandwich and cuts it in half before washing the knife and giving the kitchen a tidy.  Finally, he takes his plate to the table to munch while he re-reads the article on Egyptian mummies he’s bookmarked in his newly-subscribed Smithsonian magazine.

Bucky only gets through half his sandwich before a headache starts stealing his appetite and screwing his concentration.  He’s peering at a photograph of hieroglyphics from the inner walls of one of the pyramids, but somehow his mind’s showing him visions of busy Arabic-speaking marketplace folks falling at the end of his rifle.  And the sound…it’s as if he’s right there, hearing the shots and feeling the recoil.

But, no.  He’s in the townhouse.  Eating lunch.  Reading his magazine.

Bucky’s not hungry anymore.  He takes his plate to the counter and digs in the drawer for a roll of cling wrap.  He tears off a sheet with hands that are starting to shake and is halfway to draping it over the sandwich remnants when Bucky’s mind fires him another gunshot and he jerks to one side, the plastic sticking to itself and becoming useless.

He’s opening the cupboard under the sink, but can’t remember why.  Then Bucky reaches for the radio, but he doesn’t know the number for the station he wants.  His head’s throbbing and his vision’s blurry and he’s not sure how he makes it to the couch, but it’s a relief to have the soft upholstery under his face.

Eventually, there’s the sound of the front door scraping open.  The rustling of plastic bags.  The fridge opening and closing.  Then, Steve’s voice.  “Buck?”

Bucky exhales loudly by way of response.

Steve’s footsteps approach, and he murmurs, “Hey.”  Bucky can feel his hand hovering millimeters from his own fingers.  “Can I touch you?” Steve whispers.

Bucky breathes out again to give consent.

“Ok,” Steve rubs his back.  “You’re safe, ok?  You’re with me.”

Feeling somewhat grounded, Bucky rolls to face Steve and squint at him.  It seems a lot brighter in the living room than it was when he first lay down.

“Hey,” Steve says.

“Hey,” Bucky echoes, trying not to let pain leach into his voice.

“What’s going on?”

“Head fucking hurts,” Bucky says.  “And I keep hearing shit…”

“Aw, babe,” Steve whispers sympathetically.  “It’s the kids across the street.  They’re shooting off their fireworks already.  Probably breaking a million city ordinances…”

“Yeah, I figured,” Bucky says.  Internally, he’s raising his eyebrows with sudden comprehension.  He’d forgotten that people…do that.  He doesn’t want to sound stupid, so he says the first (stupid) thing that comes to mind.  “I think I broke the radio.”

Steve looks back to the kitchen.  “It might be ok,” he says.  “The tuner’s just knocked off, I think.  Were you looking for your station?”

“Yeah,” Bucky mutters.  “Every station’s playing fucking Justin Bieber.”  It’s his standby joke for why he prefers classic rock to pop hits.  He’s not actually sure what the speakers are spitting under the fuzz.

Steve laughs, but it’s drowned out with another sizzling boom.

Bucky curls into a fetal position, trying to discern whether the sound came from outside or inside his head.

“It’s ok,” Steve soothes.  “It’s those damn asshole kids.”

Bucky nods and keeps his eyes shut.

“Do you still want your music?  Or would that bother your head?”

“Yeah.  Music,” Bucky grunts out.  That’ll give him something to focus on.

“Ok, I’ll get the radio fixed up here…”  Steve pats his shoulder.

A few seconds later, Patty Smyth is filling the room.

Shootin at the walls of heartache

Bang, bang

I am the warrior…

“This ok?” Steve asks

“Fine,” Bucky says.

A second later, “Can I put this away?  Your lunch?”

“Yeah,” Bucky answers.  “Cling wrap’s broken too.”

He lays there, slightly dazed, mentally repeating each word of the song to keep himself focused on something he knows is real.

Then Steve’s back beside him.  “Hey, Buck, we don’t have to do this.”

“Hm?”

Steve sighs.  Explains it could be better to cancel the party.

“No,” Bucky says, propping himself up on his stump arm.  “It’s your birthday.  I’m gonna be fine.”  His head throbs, and he scrubs his hand over his eyebrows.

“Hey, if you’re not feeling good—“

“I’ll be fine.”  Bucky comes up to a seated position and slouches into the couch cushions.  “We’ve got time.”  He squints at the clock, but he can’t read the numbers, so he flicks his gaze out the window instead.

Another loud pop sounds, and Bucky feels the color drain from his face as pain and nausea solidify into a lump in his throat.  “Yeah, maybe I’ll just go to bed for a while.”  He gets unsteadily to his feet and heads for the stairs.

“Can I get you anything?  Excedrin?” Steve asks.

“No, just keep on, whatever you’re…” He loses his train of thought.  “I’ll be fine.”

Bucky closes the bedroom door and flops onto the mattress, curling onto his side and burying his face in Steve’s pillow.

Maybe he sleeps for a while, but Bucky can’t be sure.  He does know that the next time he’s aware, he’s struggling to flee.  He’s under fire, he can hear the enemy gunshots, and somehow he’s weaponless…

Bucky pushes the window open, pops out the screen, and parkours his way down the dusty white siding to the ground below.  He dashes behind a bank of bushes for cover and tries to decide whether the desire to run or vomit is more urgent.

I need to go back home.  Back to Steve, Bucky thinks.  But then suddenly he’s in the park and all the Frisbee-playing dads look like enemy operatives, so he gives in to the distraction and jumps a fence to take cover.  But then he’s in somebody’s yard, and he has to jump the fence again, and by that time he’s so fucking dizzy he has to sit down on the edge of the sidewalk until he hears another loud noise and the cycle starts again.

It’s almost dark when Bucky finally can’t go on anymore.  He's standing in the vacant lot beside a strip of stores and restaurants, holding the wall of the pizza place and puking into the dirt, almost blind and completely concussed.  He’s about to fall (and probably lose consciousness) when all of a sudden there’s a little high-pitched voice bobbing around his waist and interfering with his hallucinations.

“Are you sick?  Are you ok?  What’s wrong with you?”

But Bucky’s got the song stuck in his head, over the backbeat of explosions…

Shootin at the walls of heartache…

“Do you need a doctor?”

Bang, bang…

“Does your arm hurt?”

I am the warrior…

What was the question?  “No, my fucking head…”  Wait, he’s not supposed to cuss around kids.  Is this a kid?

“Is that why you barfed?”  Definitely a kid.

God, how do you explain a goddamn migraine to a kid?  It turns out, you don’t.  “Yeah,” Bucky croaks, jamming his thumb into his eye as if that will actually bring his vision back.

Somebody’s yelling.  Bucky cringes.

“What’s your name?”

“James.”

Somebody else is yelling.

I am the warrior…

No, somebody’s talking.  He missed something.  “Huh?”

“Are you a homeless vet?” the kid asks.

Bucky doesn’t get it.  He inches his head around to look at her, but he can only get a silhouette.  She repeats herself, and Bucky cobbles together an answer.  “No.  Well, kind of.  I have a home.”  He really feels like he’s going to throw up again.

“You should go home,” she suggests.

“Yeah, well…” It turns into a muddled explanation of the birthday party and Steve and…things.  Bucky's sensitive about his relationship, but to the little girl, blissfully growing up in post Obergefell v. Hodges America, everything seems fine.

Another explosion sounds, and Bucky cowers under his arm.  "Jesus...Fuck."

"It's just a firework," the little girl informs.  

Bucky's overwhelmed with relief that she can hear it too.  "God, I know.  But it hurts.  Makes me remember bad shit.  Stuff."  It's painfully obvious he doesn't know how to behave around kids.

"Like, war?" the girl asks.  She rattles off an incomplete list of different historical military events, none of which captures Bucky's past.  But, the sentiment and baseline knowledge are definitely there.

Bucky nods.  

Then she pipes up again, but more somber this time.  "Is that how you lost your arm?"

Bucky can feel her hovering inches from his stump shoulder, and in a burst of confused inspiration, he says, "You can touch it."

He half expects her to recoil and run away.  But the little girl softly runs her fingers down the sleeve of Bucky's T-shirt and across the scarred flesh beneath.  Then they stay quiet for a few minutes.

Bucky can hear running footsteps.  Evacuating civilians?  Advancing enemies?  Bucky raises his head and peels his aura-stricken eyes open to see a couple of kids, maybe a little older than the girl, running around with sparklers.  He suddenly remembers Steve's explanation of "asshole kids with fireworks" from earlier, and Bucky's torn between oh, them and maybe they're not so bad.

The kid follows Bucky's gaze and explains that they're her brothers.  Then she asks, "What's your boyfriend's name?"

Bucky tells her.

"Does he love you?"  This is getting profound.

"Yeah..."

"With one arm?"

"...Yeah..."

"Then he's gonna love you even though you got sick on his birthday."  

It's so lame and cute and perfect that Bucky almost laughs when he says, "Yeah.  I know."

The big brothers are yelling at their sister again, trying to get her to come light a sparkler.  Bucky tries to shake her off, tells her to go play.

She goes for a moment, but then she's back with a sparkler for Bucky as well.

They watch the goldish sparks fly in the early darkness.  Then Bucky hears, from a ways down the sidewalk, "Buck!"

It's Steve.  He's there in a second, and Bucky gives the girl his sparkler so he can stand up and stumble into Steve's chest.

Steve makes sure he's ok, then holds Bucky while he calls Sam.  Bucky remembers again that they have houseguests.  Shit.

Bucky tries to apologize, and the little girl tries to explain to Steve all of what's happened, and then Sam and Nat and Clint and Laura and Tony and Pepper and seemingly everyone Bucky knows is gathered around him saying soothing things and patting him on the back.  Laura manages to grab Bucky by the shoulders, feel his temperature, and force him to admit he still feels like shit.  She makes him sit down, take Excedrin, and drink some water.

They all sit in the dirt, like they're around a nonexistent campfire, and giggle at nothing for a while.

Then the booming starts up again, but it's more muted and distant.  Like rolling thunder.  It's the fireworks display on the National Mall, tiny and far away from their suburb.  Steve pats Bucky's shoulder and asks him if he needs to go home.

Bucky does, but not right away.  He wants to watch the show.  And wish Steve a happy birthday.

The first time Bucky and Steve host a party, they end up sitting in a vacant lot late into the night.  And they can't say it's completely not enjoyable.

[christophervanhorn]

Best things to do in Koh Samui

I have to admit: it’s growing on me. For years, I’ve dismissed Thailand as not a viable option for me to live, or at least visit for an extended time. It was too commercial (true in some parts), the people weren’t really friendly (depends where you are), and the prices were too high (not true if you do it right).

But thanks to a few good friends, Thailand is slowly growing on me – and especially, KohSamui. In fact, I’ve been to that island three or even four times now over the years, but I think never really fully appreciated it until this last visit.

Hanging out with my buddy from Australia and his family from Down Under as well as the Philippines, I had more of a clear-eyed, daytime look at the place (OK, I wasn’t drunk and out partying all the time.).

Taking a new inventory of Samui, here are some of my highlights and personal favorites. (Note: I stayed in the more chill Lamai Beach area, not busier Chaweng.) Please note that this is just part one, because I’ll share far more things to do, see, eat, drink, and experience in KohSamui coming very soon.

The night markets From the Lamai food market to the main market near all of the bars and Beach Road, KohSamui has some seriously awesome night markets. My favorite is the Sunday market, where hundreds of vendors take over the roads in a three-block area for some serious shopping fiesta fun.

Beer bars Centered in the touristy area of Lamai Beach you’ll find a fun complex of just outdoor beer bars, where you can hop from stop to stop playing games, chatting with locals, meeting travelers, and putting down some serious Chang or Leo beers.

Lady boxing The best part about that beer bar complex? Right in the center of it sits a boxing ring where they have lady Muay Thai fights a few nights a week. This is no joke, as many of the girls that work at the bars punch and kick it out for big prizes!

Silver Beach Absolutely gorgeous (more sheltered and less crowded) strip of white sand beach along the bay, with plenty of resorts and restaurants where you can lounge and really cool rock formations dotting the water.

Bikini Barbecue There’s no shortage of amazing restaurants and inexpensive, healthy,and high-quality grub in KohSamui. But it’s my crew’s tradition to hit Bikini Barbecue at least once, where we can jam out to reggae music, drink a few beers by the beach, and smash some super grubalicious American barbecue and Jamaican jerk wings, ribs, and the like.

Rock Bar Since we’re in a reggae mood, head up the coast to the incredible Rock Bar, where the establishment is literally built in, between and even beneath giant boulders and rock formations by the beach. You can also sit outside at sunset drinking cold beer, listening to good music, and getting your inner Bob Marley on. (Hint. Hint)

Bear’s Cocktails Keep the party going into the evening at Bear’s Cocktails, a tiny drink stand set up in an outdoor parking lot every night. While its genius is its rustic simplicity, Bear and her sister serve some seriously amazing (and strong) cocktails, and you’ll meet, mix, and mingle with interesting and fun people from all over the world there.

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Best things to do in Koh Samui

I have to admit: it’s growing on me. For years, I’ve dismissed Thailand as not a viable option for me to live, or at least visit for an extended time. It was too commercial (true in some parts), the people weren’t really friendly (depends where you are), and the prices were too high (not true if you do it right).

But thanks to a few good friends, Thailand is slowly growing on me – and especially, KohSamui. In fact, I’ve been to that island three or even four times now over the years, but I think never really fully appreciated it until this last visit.

Hanging out with my buddy from Australia and his family from Down Under as well as the Philippines, I had more of a clear-eyed, daytime look at the place (OK, I wasn’t drunk and out partying all the time.).

Taking a new inventory of Samui, here are some of my highlights and personal favorites. (Note: I stayed in the more chill Lamai Beach area, not busier Chaweng.) Please note that this is just part one, because I’ll share far more things to do, see, eat, drink, and experience in KohSamui coming very soon.

The night markets From the Lamai food market to the main market near all of the bars and Beach Road, KohSamui has some seriously awesome night markets. My favorite is the Sunday market, where hundreds of vendors take over the roads in a three-block area for some serious shopping fiesta fun.

Beer bars Centered in the touristy area of Lamai Beach you’ll find a fun complex of just outdoor beer bars, where you can hop from stop to stop playing games, chatting with locals, meeting travelers, and putting down some serious Chang or Leo beers.

Lady boxing The best part about that beer bar complex? Right in the center of it sits a boxing ring where they have lady Muay Thai fights a few nights a week. This is no joke, as many of the girls that work at the bars punch and kick it out for big prizes!

Silver Beach Absolutely gorgeous (more sheltered and less crowded) strip of white sand beach along the bay, with plenty of resorts and restaurants where you can lounge and really cool rock formations dotting the water.

Bikini Barbecue There’s no shortage of amazing restaurants and inexpensive, healthy,and high-quality grub in KohSamui. But it’s my crew’s tradition to hit Bikini Barbecue at least once, where we can jam out to reggae music, drink a few beers by the beach, and smash some super grubalicious American barbecue and Jamaican jerk wings, ribs, and the like.

Rock Bar Since we’re in a reggae mood, head up the coast to the incredible Rock Bar, where the establishment is literally built in, between and even beneath giant boulders and rock formations by the beach. You can also sit outside at sunset drinking cold beer, listening to good music, and getting your inner Bob Marley on. (Hint. Hint)

Bear’s Cocktails Keep the party going into the evening at Bear’s Cocktails, a tiny drink stand set up in an outdoor parking lot every night. While its genius is its rustic simplicity, Bear and her sister serve some seriously amazing (and strong) cocktails, and you’ll meet, mix, and mingle with interesting and fun people from all over the world there.

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Best things to do in Koh Samui

I have to admit: it’s growing on me. For years, I’ve dismissed Thailand as not a viable option for me to live, or at least visit for an extended time. It was too commercial (true in some parts), the people weren’t really friendly (depends where you are), and the prices were too high (not true if you do it right).

But thanks to a few good friends, Thailand is slowly growing on me – and especially, KohSamui. In fact, I’ve been to that island three or even four times now over the years, but I think never really fully appreciated it until this last visit.

Hanging out with my buddy from Australia and his family from Down Under as well as the Philippines, I had more of a clear-eyed, daytime look at the place (OK, I wasn’t drunk and out partying all the time.).

Taking a new inventory of Samui, here are some of my highlights and personal favorites. (Note: I stayed in the more chill Lamai Beach area, not busier Chaweng.) Please note that this is just part one, because I’ll share far more things to do, see, eat, drink, and experience in KohSamui coming very soon.

The night markets From the Lamai food market to the main market near all of the bars and Beach Road, KohSamui has some seriously awesome night markets. My favorite is the Sunday market, where hundreds of vendors take over the roads in a three-block area for some serious shopping fiesta fun.

Beer bars Centered in the touristy area of Lamai Beach you’ll find a fun complex of just outdoor beer bars, where you can hop from stop to stop playing games, chatting with locals, meeting travelers, and putting down some serious Chang or Leo beers.

Lady boxing The best part about that beer bar complex? Right in the center of it sits a boxing ring where they have lady Muay Thai fights a few nights a week. This is no joke, as many of the girls that work at the bars punch and kick it out for big prizes!

Silver Beach Absolutely gorgeous (more sheltered and less crowded) strip of white sand beach along the bay, with plenty of resorts and restaurants where you can lounge and really cool rock formations dotting the water.

Bikini Barbecue There’s no shortage of amazing restaurants and inexpensive, healthy,and high-quality grub in KohSamui. But it’s my crew’s tradition to hit Bikini Barbecue at least once, where we can jam out to reggae music, drink a few beers by the beach, and smash some super grubalicious American barbecue and Jamaican jerk wings, ribs, and the like.

Rock Bar Since we’re in a reggae mood, head up the coast to the incredible Rock Bar, where the establishment is literally built in, between and even beneath giant boulders and rock formations by the beach. You can also sit outside at sunset drinking cold beer, listening to good music, and getting your inner Bob Marley on. (Hint. Hint)

Bear’s Cocktails Keep the party going into the evening at Bear’s Cocktails, a tiny drink stand set up in an outdoor parking lot every night. While its genius is its rustic simplicity, Bear and her sister serve some seriously amazing (and strong) cocktails, and you’ll meet, mix, and mingle with interesting and fun people from all over the world there.

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2018 will be full of tons of fun events, festivals, and things to do in Memphis! Get excited, because contributor Cat Evans and I put together this huge list of major events so you can plan ahead for another amazing year in the Bluff City. You can use it to fill out your calendar, remind yourself to get tickets to things, or – best of all – help your family and friends plan out when to visit. Obviously, there are thousands and thousands of events in Memphis. These are just the highlights. Photo by Phillip Van Zandt / Memphis Convention & Visitors Bureau. Click on the months below to skip to that month’s list of events.  January February March April May June July August September October November December January Grizzlies and Tigers basketball seasons continue MS River Kings hockey season continues 4-8: Elvis’ 83rd Birthday Celebration at Graceland 8: WWE Monday Night Raw at the FedEx Forum 12: Science of Beer at the Pink Palace 12-14: DreamFest Weekend 7 15: Martin Luther King, Jr. Day at the National Civil Rights Museum 16-20: International Blues Challenge on Beale Street 20: Harlem Globetrotters 2018 World Tour at the FedEx Forum 23-28: Finding Neverland at the Orpheum February Grizzlies and Tigers basketball seasons continue MS River Kings hockey season continues Beale Street Music Festival lineup is usually announced during this month – I’ll post it! 13-18: The Color Purple at the Orpheum 23-24: Guess Who Showed Up At Dinner at the Orpheum March Grizzlies and Tigers basketball seasons continue MS River Kings hockey season continues TBA: Midtown Opera Festival TBA: Memphis Fashion Week TBA: Memphis Black Restaurant Week 2-4: Vintage901 Food & Wine Festival (various locations) 3: Winter Jam 2018 Tour Spectacular at the FedEx Forum| 7-25: Wicked at the Orpheum 8-11: Memphis Comedy Fest (locations TBA) 9-11: Southern Women’s Show at the Agricenter 9-11: Mid-South Con 36 at Hilton Memphis 12-16: Shelby County Schools Spring Break 17: Silky O’Sullivan’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade on Beale Street April Grizzlies basketball season continues MS River Kings hockey season continues (ends April 10) Redbirds baseball season begins Peabody Rooftop Parties begin TBA: Taste the Rarity Beer Festival TBA: Beale Street Wine Race on Beale TBA: Memphis Brewfest TBA: Harbor Town Crawfish Festival TBA: Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival TBA: Africa in April Cultural Festival TBA: Down To Earth Festival Shelby Farms TBA: Healthy Food Festival TBA: Overton Square Crawfish Festival TBA: Memphis Made’s Hopped IV TBA: Persian Festival TBA: Palestine Festival 7: Memphis Farmers Market Opening Day (continues weekly hereafter until October 10-15: Something Rotten! at the Orpheum 21: East Buntyn Art Walk 26: Chris Tomlin: Worship Night In America Tour at FedEx Forum 28: Southern Hot Wing Festival at Tiger Lane 28: V & E Greenline Art Walk in Vollintine-Evergreen neighborhood May Levitt Shell Concert Series usually begins Grizzlies/NBA basketball season continues Redbirds baseball season continues Peabody Rooftop Parties continue TBA: Memphis Greek Festival TBA: Cooper Young Garden Walk TBA: Mid-South Food Truck Festival TBA: Memphis Air Show at Millington-Memphis Airport TBA: 39th Blues Music Awards 3: Foo Fighters: Concrete and Gold Tour at the FedEx Forum 4-6: Memphis in May Beale Street Music Festival at Tom Lee Park 6-12: National Travel & Tourism Week – (Party in the Park TBA) 7-13: Memphis In May International Salute to Czech Republic 12: Dog-A-Roo at Shelby Farms Park 16-19: World Championship Barbecue Cooking Contest aka “BBQ Fest” at Tom Lee Park 26: Memphis In May’s 901Fest at Tom Lee Park 26: Memphis In May’s Great American River Run Downtown 31-June 2: Memphis Italian Festival June Levitt Shell Concert Series continues Grizzlies/NBA basketball season continues Redbirds baseball season continues Peabody Rooftop Parties continue Orpheum Summer Movie Series usually begins TBA: A Day of Merrymaking at Overton Park TBA: Outdoors Inc. Canoe and Kayak Race at Wolf River Harbor TBA: Juneteenth Urban Music Festival May 31-June 2: Memphis Italian Festival 4-10: FedEx St. Jude Classic Golf Tournament at TPC Southwind 5-9: Germantown Charity Horse Show 8-10: The Illusionists – Live From Broadway at the Orpheum 29-July 1: Anime Blues Con July Levitt Shell Concert Series continues Redbirds season continues Peabody Rooftop Parties continue Live at the Garden concert series begins Orpheum Summer Movie Series continues TBA: Independence Day events (I’ll publish a guide in mid-June) TBA: Caribbean Jerk Festival TBA: Memphis Zine Fest TBA: Blues on the Bluff WEVL fundraiser 29-July 1: Anime Blues Con August Redbirds season continues Peabody Rooftop Parties continue Live at the Garden concert series continues Orpheum Summer Movie Series continues TBA: Memphis Pet Expo TBA: Elvis Week 2018 TBA: Rock For Love TBA: Germantown Festival TBA: Meritan Midnight Classic Bike Ride TBA: On Location Memphis Film & Music Festival TBA: Science of Wine at the Pink Palace September Tigers Football season begins Redbirds season continues Live at the Garden concert series continues Levitt Shell Concert Series usually begins TBA: Delta Fair at Agricenter TBA: Art on Tap TBA: Millington Goat Days TBA: Outflix Film Festival TBA: Cooper Young Festival TBA: Repair Days at the Metal Museum TBA: Mid-South Fair TBA: Breakfest TBA: Gonerfest 15 TBA: Mid-South Pride Parade & Fest 1-30: 30 Days of Opera 1: 901 Day celebrations around town! 1: Expsoure on 901 Day 1-2: Memphis Music & Heritage Festival 6-8: Southern Heritage Classic Weekend 30: Memphis Japan Fest October Tigers Football season continues Grizzlies and Tigers basketball season begins Levitt Shell Concert Series continues TBA: Creative Works Conference (usually early in the month) TBA: MEMPHO Music Festival TBA: Memphis Tequila Fest TBA: Soulsville USA Festival TBA: Pink Palace Crafts Fair TBA: Cooper Young Beer Fest TBA: Memphis Food & Wine Festival TBA: Shelby County Schools Fall Break 13-14: Mid-South Renaissance Faire 20-21: Mid-South Renaissance Faire 26-28: River Arts Festival November Tigers Football season continues Grizzlies and Tigers basketball seasons continue Hustle basketball season begins TBA: Indie Memphis Film Festival (usually early in the month) TBA: India Fest Memphis TBA: Junior League Merry Marketplace TBA: Shelby Forest Fall Fest TBA: Memphis Made’s MALTED TBA: Greenway Soiree TBA: Santa Lands at the Pink Palace TBA: Downtown Memphis Holiday Tree Lighting TBA: Holiday Wonders at the Garden December Grizzlies, Tigers, and Hustle basketball seasons continue TBA: Downtown Memphis/Beale Street Holiday Parade TBA: Stumbling Santa Pub Crawl TBA: Memphis Farmer’s Market Holiday Market TBA: Memphis Maker Market TBA: Liberty Bowl 1: St. Jude Marathon in downtown/midtown Memphis (streets closed…also stay tuned for the ILM Cheering Section info!) 31: New Year’s Eve on Beale Street Holiday guides for events, markets, and parades will be published in mid-November. — Ed. Note: All information is correct at time of publication. Dates, times, and other information are subject to change at the discretion of the event organizers. This is not meant to be a comprehensive list of every single event in Memphis, just an overview. Check out the calendar throughout the year and weekend lists of things to do (published every Friday morning) for more updates. Did we leave off your favorite events? Need to add a date? No worries, just submit it here and I’ll add it to the blog’s calendar. Are you a home owner in Memphis, with a broken garage door? Call ASAP garage door today at 901-461-0385 or checkout http://ift.tt/1B5z3Pc

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