#Little sneak peak at a scene I wrote a couple of weeks back

[elliotthinkssometimes]

Exploding btw

[veritable-trash]

Just you, part two!

Pairing: Will Miller x F!Reader

Words: 1.7K

Warning: SHE'S WRITTEN SMUT AH!!!! Sorry real warning time: 18+ kids, explicit smut but with feelinggggg(ps i don't know how to do this all properly so please! let me know if i should be doing warnings better)

A/N: Ok so people liked what I wrote... HAH! This is wild I got 15 notes. 15!!!!! That's also my favorite number so it all felt like a sign to throw myself into this shit again and write smut. Which I've been reading for forever and have never written. SO AGAIN pls be kind to my weak heart. I have never written smut like this before and I'm absolutely unsure of myself but it was fun! This blog is supposed to be fun! It's going to be fun dammit!!! OK anyways enjoy whoever reads this. Will Miller deserves everything. ok hugs and kisses hope you have a lovely week <3

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It had been three months. Three months of burning up, giggles, sprinting under stars. They were inseparable, as if there had never been a moment they weren’t together. Will looked at her like she was the sun and she looked at him like he was the moon. So strangely different, but meant to be a pair. Slowly integrating each other into friends and family, hobbies and obsessions. He’d been falling in love with her for years and now he got to do something about it.

Life was normal, good. Sitting in Frankie’s backyard, grill smoking, the afternoon air and beers cooling everyone. September had just turned into October and the heat was finally starting to dissipate, sneak away with the approach of fall. She had been flitting around the backyard all afternoon. Helping Frankie cook. Refreshing beers. Play wrestling with Benny. Constantly moving around like he always remembered her doing. And he just got to watch, sipping his beer, trying to focus on his conversation with Pope but failing miserably. Every time their eyes locked his mind went blank. She was everything.

He finally caught her. Strong arms catching her around the waist, pulling her down onto his lap with a sigh.

“You keep running away from me,”he whispered, rough palm running up her back tangling into the hair at the base of her neck,”Take a breather with me, I’ve missed you.”

She shifts closer, settling into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, wanting to get rid of all the air between them. The way his eyes softened around the edges when they had these little moments made her want to melt into the floor. He looked so happy, so peaceful. And when she scratches her nails through his hair, he hums with content that only she can bring him.

“How could you possibly miss me? You see me almost everyday. We can’t be all codependent and sappy already. Benny and Pope will hate us,”she giggles as she peaks around his head, finding the two men in question rolling their eyes at the scene. “See I told you, they’re absolutely livid.”

He doesn’t even care to look, eyes only for her, always for her. “Baby, I couldn’t care less what those two idiots think about us. Because I’m sitting here with the hottest woman I’ve ever seen and she is giving me the time of day. Who could believe it?”

She turns bashful again, as if the last three months never happened. As if he didn’t know the sounds she made when she came. As if she hadn’t had the taste of him on her tongue just hours before. His arms tighten around her, nose ducking to run along her jaw. Her breath falters with the motion, head lolling to the side, mind starting to wander, to itch for more of him. Always more.

“You’re too good to me. Always too good,”she murmured against his lips. “Can we go? I think Pope and Ben are gonna burn a hole through my head if we stay like this any longer. An-and I need you.” She stutters the words, but means every letter. She always needs him. Their pull so strong they can barely make it a couple hours before she’s dragging him away. Not that he has ever complained.

“Mmm finally, I thought you’d never ask. Let’s get out of here.”

The goodbyes are quick, Frankie sad at their early departure, Santi and Benny shooing them away, but eyes full of mischievous understanding.

The two barely make it to the car before he’s dragging her into his chest. Crowding her against the passenger side door. Nose burying itself under her ear.

“I love this dress. Have I told you how much I love this dress?”

Her head rolls against the car window, breath turning heavy. “Yes, mhm, yep you have. A bunch of times actually. I know you like it because every time I wear it you fuck me till I can’t walk.” He huffs against her neck, teeth trailing along her heartbeat.

“Are you teasing me sweetheart? Because if you wanted me to fuck you, you’ve just got to ask.” His teeth sink into the skin of her shoulder, whimper rolling off her tongue.

“Will, I always want you to fuck me. You know this. I know this. I’m pretty sure Benny, Pope, and Fish know this.”

“Well then let’s get you home since you’re so needy.” He pulls away, eyes swirling with a smile as he takes her all in. The blown pupils, fluttering breath, white teeth pulling at pink lips. She’s everything to him.

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The drive home is unsurprisingly fast. The music playing over the speakers doing little to dull the want in the air. And as soon as they reach the door it’s unbearable. He crowds her up against it, forever the tease he claims he isn’t. Teeth nipping at her neck as she tries to find her keys. Giggles, gasps, and his name the only sounds she can make. Finally the keys are found and the door gives way and she has her arms wrapped around his neck as his mouth finally seals with hers.

“I want you on the couch. I want you to sit on my cock. I want to taste you.” He’s already pushing her into the living room, mouthes barely separating as he speaks.

“God Will, you want a whole lot of things. Now sit down and let me give it to you” She pushes him down as they finally round the couch. He’s all heaving chest, glassy eyes, tongue running over teeth as he stares up at her. She can see the way his hands twitch with the need to touch her. To run his palms up her thighs. To pull her into him till they turn into one.

“Baby you are so pretty.” she says, and he can’t help but laugh. The way her hip is cocked, the smirk pulling at her lips, makes him feel like he’s in a dream. Like the second she settles back on his lap he’ll wake up and she’ll be gone.

And then she’s all up in his space. Mouthing at his neck, nails running down his stomach, her core settling right over where he’s been aching for her all day. His skin jumps with every touch, every movement.

And then he snaps back into the moment. His hands surge up into her hair, pulling her head back with a twist of his wrist as his mouth finds hers again. His tongue lapping into her mouth wanting to taste every inch of her. Wanting to absorb every broken whimper and moan. She’s rocking into him now, unable to pretend that she hasn’t been pooling slick since they left the house this morning. She’s clawing at his shirt, ripping it over his head, nails finally finding purchase on skin. His hips cant up at the feeling of her nails on his back, his chest, his stomach. And then her fingers curl around his belt, and he almost jerks at the feeling.

The clink of his belt, the purr of the zipper, it all adds to the frenzy of tongues, teeth, and hands. Their lips are barely touching, more so breathing into each others mouthes. Her hand curls around his cock seconds before his thumb finds her clit and they moan,

“F-fuck. I need you”

His thumb circles her clit, pulling her panties to the side finally feeling the slick wet heat of her. Her thumb circles his head and she can feel his precum leaking for her. She pulls his cock out so she can finally feel all of him and he ruts into her hand. His fingers slide into the wet clutch of her cunt and she flutters all over. They’re rocking and pulling and touching and moaning and it’s all becoming so much, too much.

“Let me inside baby. Let me feel you.”

“Yes-yes, god yes, anything for you.”

Her hands settle on his shoulders as his fingers slide out of her and then she’s sinking down on him before they suffocate from the need to feel. She keens for him, whimpers onto his tongue. He grabs her hips, rocking up into her, chasing after more. More feeling, more her. Her head falls into his neck, breathing him in, nails snagging against the muscles of his back, and it’s like she can’t grab enough of him. Can’t get her hands on enough.

They rock together, ebb and flow. Hands caressing, scratching, gripping onto anything they can reach. Her molten walls flutter around him. His shoulders bunch under her hands. He smells like barbecue smoke and sweat and her shampoo. They pull apart just for a moment, just to look into each others eyes, to ground themselves for just a moment. Their eyes crinkle at the edges and then they’re crashing back into each other. Burning from the inside out.

And then her walls start to grip and suck him deeper, his groans start to crack at the edges. They are hurtling and climbing higher and higher. His thumb finds her clit again and she moans so loud its almost embarrassing if not for how good he always makes her feel. She clamps down on him and he’s gone. Stuttering strokes causing her to crash and see stars. It’s almost like they glitch out, their bodies so overwhelmed with feeling all they can do is pant and rock into the feeling until it gets all too much. She pulls back first, head leaving the safety of his neck to run her nose along his. They can feel their cum leaking between them and they shiver. Blue eyes ripple open and it’s all peace and tranquility. They’re chest to chest, woven together so tight it’s like there is no way to break them apart. Eyes locked holding onto the moment for a breath longer.

His lips find hers and he breaths in. Is only really able to breath when he’s with her. Just like this. Open and fragile and wonderful. He’s never been so in love.

for posterity huzah!

[springsaladgaming]

Progress Update 6/18/21

Happy Friday (or Saturday)! 

Some real-life stuff happened to me this week, as well as the minor setback of losing a couple of hours of work on Wednesday, so I didn’t get quite as much work done as I would have liked, but let’s get into what I did get done!

This week I dedicated my time to transferring over Chapter 1 into Twine. That involved adapting the coding, revamping some choices and their subsequent scenes to match the new personality stats, writing some new scene variations, and improving the overall narrative flow (in general, but also specifically around the appearance customization).

As a result, alpha Chapter 1 a la Twine is finished! I’m definitely happy with the changes I’ve made so far, and it will only get better from here.

I’ve also put out some feelers to some artist friends I have to see if they are interested in taking a commission for the art assets that I would like. I have two people currently making some mock-ups of what I’ve asked for to see if their style is what I want. Preliminary results look great, but if I decide their art style doesn’t work for me then I will start reaching out to other digital artists.

Moving Forward...

One of the real-life things that happened to me this week was learning that the owners of the house where I rent a room are looking to stop renting. This means I need to find a new place to live. Luckily, one of the house owners is someone I have known for more than twenty years; we have a good relationship, and he was generous to give me (and the other two tenants) six months of warning, so I have plenty of time to find a new place.

However, this does mean that I may have to cut down on my work time on some days so that I can spend more time apartment hunting and, eventually, moving. It also means that my rent, which has been very affordable for me these past seven years, is going to go up quite a bit. On my current income, I technically won’t be able to afford it. Luckily, I have enough money saved up to swing it until I can make changes to my income.

So that brings me back around to the topic of my writing and the likelihood of me opening a Patreon in the future. Part of the reason I always planned to open a Patreon is so I can really practice my passion as a writer while also earning an income for it. Even before learning that I would need to move out in six months, I was planning on finding an apartment within the next year or so. Opening a Patreon with structured bonuses will help me achieve that goal.

The only thing that has changed is that the timeline will be moving up. I’ve been dedicating my time almost exclusively to transferring the project to Twine and making sure that I have a workable demo. I’ve also been considering what tiers I will have and what kind of benefits those tiers will provide people with.

I do not have an exact launch date for my Patreon, but you can expect that it will launch within the next six months. Currently, I’m leaning toward the Twine demo being a Patreon-only thing, but I may decide to have a public version that is a little bit behind the Patreon-exclusive one. If I decide to go that route, the public version would likely not go past Chapter 5, though other coding tweaks may still take place.

TLDR; I’m moving soon and need to supplement my income to afford rent, so I will be launching my Patreon within the next six months.

One of the Patreon tiers is going to be for my other interactive fiction project, which I haven’t talked about hardly at all, but I will give some sneak peaks and additional information about it before the Patreon launch. What I can tell you right off the bat: it’s a sci-fi/fantasy story set in a fictional universe. It will have some action, adventure, and (small?) horror elements to it. Similar to Ninelives, the project is adapted from something I wrote in the past. (However, Ninelives is based loosely on a short story I wrote while this other project is based on a novel.) If it sounds like it might be up your alley, keep an eye out for an announcement post in the future.

Hope everyone has a fantastic weekend. Stay safe!

[alchemist-shizun]

Do cats exist? Debate.

Or: The Welcome To Night Vale au nobody asked for

Word count: 1,823

Taglist: @bookwormscififan @suffering-is-my-comfort-zone @pistachio-lan @pushussmollworld @be-more-chaotic @quietlypondering

Warnings: None that I can think of, there are references to the 4/9/16 episodes.

Characters: Virgil, Deceit, Logan(Mentioned)

Relationship(s): Implied Loceit (we have Dee pining a lot)

Summary: The town has a new favorite mascotte! That's right everybody, give it up for Virgil the black cat, about to charm his way to the conquering of the entire solar system. But, for now, he's sleeping and eating all day and giving out occasional love advice.

A/n: Me? Still refusing to give Deceit a name and just rolling with that? More likely than you think. Just so you know, at some point I wrote "Carlos" instead of "Logan". Another funny thing: I sent the first paragraph to a friend (Hi Gaia if you're reading!) that knows nothing about ts nor wtnv and demanded I absolutely sent her the fic when finished so, peak weirdness everybody. I had a lot of fun writing this, I kinda got in the vibe and just went for it, I could even say I'm somehow proud of how it turned out! But enough of me, I hope you enjoy this little piece 💖

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What was a perfectly ordinary day for Night Vale, with its wondrous citizens conducting their quotidian tasks and duties, the sun setting down maybe a slight bit later than the other days and the occasional pet kidnapped by ancient forgotten underground tribes that none should know about and that don't actually exist, couldn't end in anything but a perfectly ordinary night.

Deceit closed the door behind himself with a satisfied sigh; another eventful working day for the radio station had just passed and he let himself wander around the building in search of the bathrooms. Because, you know, sometimes they liked to change places.

Of course, his mere intentions were freshening up a bit and going home once and for all for the night, only that a looming figure above him darkened the room by covering the single source of light on the ceiling and caught his attention immediately.

When he looked up, he was met with a sleeping cat seemingly suspended in the air right next to the sink, which was his destination. Now, don't get him wrong, he wasn't exactly a cat person, but he wasn't a monster either and, well, he was going to wake the poor tired creature if he were to make too much noise!

Walking softly, Deceit made his way to the sink, eyeing carefully the floating creature.

Thoughts of the latest ongoing events traveled through his mind every so often mixing up with other inexplicable ones and just as much frequently going back to that amazingly stunning scientist.

Wasn't it remarkable how washing your face pulled you into an ineffable stream of thoughts in a matter of miserable seconds? Truly one of the quirks of the existence of life.

Deceit started walking back to the door when he heard shuffling in the air and low growling. He turned back to see the black cat on his back, still hovering above the ground, then rolling to get a good view of who had dared to intrude in his new territory.

He had to admit, he didn't realize it at first, but he would've gone back to that moment in the future and he would've labeled it as the exact instant he got raptured by those fascinating different coloured eyes, two little sparkly and attentive irises in the middle of ashen fur. The left one looked like a glacier, not that he had ever seen one close enough to determine its existence, but he could sense a chilly breeze at the sole thought; the right one, though, he wasn't sure. At first glance, it seemed green, only for it to then change to a light brown and, eventually, the more Deceit forced his sight, the more he thought he was seeing them at the same time in a weird yellowish combination. He decided to stop staring, as it wasn't polite.

Nothing of the animal's aura felt threatening, or alarmed at all. It was simply there, bouncing in the nothingness of the room, waiting for Deceit to make any kind of move with no particular expectation.

So he paced forward and gently reached for the cat with one hand: it didn't move, except for the slow calculated heaving of its chest with every breath. Deceit's hand reached the top of its head and, as soon as they shared contact through little caresses, the cat began to purr in contempt and closed its eyes, rubbing its head against his fingers as it decided it could trust him. A half-smile appeared on his lips.

« Oh my! » one of Deceit's coworkers stormed into the bathroom as soon as they saw the scene. « This is the most adorable being I've ever seen! »

Soon enough, a small pack of people was huddled around the cat as he (one of them stated he was, in fact, male) solely licked his paws and was offered food and water.

Now that was good news for the radio; Deceit was aware of the little classification of information that had been going on for millennia, thanks to Erodotus. First priority was a witnessed action, second place was for the action that a person heard from a witness and third came the determining of which could be categorized as potentially true events and which were definitely made up.

Sometimes there was a thin line between the two.

So, yes, as a witness, as soon as he got the chance, he was definitely going to update the town on their new claimed pet.

In a matter of weeks, he had become everybody's best friend and the town's listeners were always more than eager to be informed of how the adorable chubby boy of the radio station's bathroom was doing! Deceit himself couldn't stop sneaking out at times to give him a couple of treats.

I mean, come on, who could even resist those cute demanding eyes? Khoshekh's glare was too much to bear, he kept on getting what he wanted every single time. Gee, what an intelligent and charming cat he was. Who were humans against him? He could have ruled the world if he wanted. Was he going to? You could perceive a certain sparkle in his eyes ...

Maybe.

One day.

But at that time, he only cared for his precious treats and he was fine that way.

Five weeks had passed from the last update on the wonderful feline, when Deceit shut the door of the bathroom behind himself in a movement that reminded him much about the first time he saw Khoshekh.

His face fell in his hands.

« You need to know this. » Deceit's half-muffled voiced traveled through his fingers and reached the cat's ears. Something shifted in the air, but he was too busy pacing around the room and looking at the pavement tiles to realize what had happened.

The light of the room just a bit darker, the shade of the cat just a bit bigger.

Deceit trailed off, gushing about how Logan had called him and how he had acted like a total dumbass, but hey, if that was the price he had to pay to talk to him, he was more than willing to embarrass himself even more.

« For real, though. Can you believe I just said "neat"? Who even says it anymore? » he pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard a humming noise, a little too human to be coming from a cat.

Then again, Deceit was too lost in auto-commiseration to notice.

« Why don't you just ask him out? »

Wait, what?

He had been sure to close the door earlier, he hadn't heard none coming in at all, was he that lost in thought that he-

When his eyes turned to the door, there was none standing in its place, or coming either in or out.

Oh gosh, oh no.

Deceit sighed deeply. Did someone really turn invisible again?

« Over here. » the voice came back from behind him, which caused him to turn to the actual source.

Or not.

In front of him there was a boy definitely younger than him, completely dressed in black clothing and purple patches on his too big but definitely comfortable hoodie, which matched his hair color.

Now, where did he come from?

« Where's the cat? »

« What cat? There's never been a cat. »

Deceit notices the boy was floating mid-air and he had heterochromia. A blue eye and a greenish-brown one.

« You're absolutely right, my mistake. »

The boy crossed his legs and shrinked in his baggy clothing, letting his body be comforted by the softness of the materials.

« So, why don't you do it? » he repeated, looking down on him with a seemingly sleeping expression. Where those his dark circles right under his eyes?

« Oh, I don't think I could ever muster up the courage. »

« And yet, you're able to talk to the entire town at once. »

As much as that was true, Deceit felt deep down that there was no way one could compare Logan's stupendous existence with the one of an ordinary Night Vale citizen. There was really no way.

« He said he didn't need to meet me. » he retorted, clearly just making up excuses at that point.

« He did call you, of all people, though. »

Deceit's eyes widened at the realization. « Oh my god you're right. »

His head fell back in his hands as he replayed the entire conversation in his head for the billionth time, a quiet snicker from the boy filled the silence that was left.

The boy watched him talk to himself about infinite possibilities of where that was probably going.

Then, as if on cue, as if some kind of deity was watching down on them and deciding that was the best moment to strike with a train of coincidences, with a smile on their face so wide it might have fallen from the sky at any time, Deceit's phone rang again.

« It's him! » he exclaimed, surprise in his eyes. Another call? Was it Easter? Christmas came early?

« Go, have you privacy, it's almost time to go back to your room anyway. » how the boy knew that he didn't know, but he complied and excused himself, only to find his working place right next to the bathroom door.

It seemed that day was starting to favor him.

The boy in the bathroom waited.

He floated around the room, mostly by the sink, occasionally changing position. No other worker came by, apart from that lover boy.

He remembered him as the one to give him the most food and care, which would have explained his willingness to change form in his presence.

He had just started to drift back off to sleep, his head barely brushing the wall, when Deceit stormed back in with a huge grin on his face. Was that even a normal facial expression?

« I may have a date. »

« See? What did I tell you? »

He had barely time to speak as Deceit started explaining with a painstakingly accuracy every detail of the phone call and how Logan's voice sounded, so much that the boy could have perfectly imagined it and believed to have already heard it once.

« I need to get ready. » the man started making his way toward the exit.

« Isn't it tomorrow? »

« Yes, but I don't think I'm going to handle it if I don't mentally prepare myself for this. »

« Touché. »

After exchanging their goodbyes (and some food), Deceit was halfway through the door when the boy called out.

« And please, for the love of the glow cloud, tell them my name is Virgil! »

And Virgil hoped he had heard him, despite being lost in his own thoughts and scenarios.

He truly did hope.

[sublimestarker]

Starker smut - Trim my hedges

Peter Parker was loaded. Most of it was family money, inherited by his parents and his uncle, but he still managed to double that amount. He worked on apps, and sometimes invested in properties and stock, with his aunt’s permission. “You’re only 19, Peter live your life while you’re young” she’d say and if he had a penny for every time he heard it and rolled his eyes, he’d be even richer. But even she couldn’t deny that their luxurious lifestyle had it’s perks - a nice apartment in Queens and a vacation home in the Hamptons. They were currently there, the July sun shining on Peter’s Ray-Bans as he watched his aunt showing the new gardener around. He knew that the staff never stuck around for too long, so he opted for scrolling through his phone instead of watching the man. Peter was forced to meet him later, when May introduced them.

“Peter, this is our new gardener, Anthony Stark.”

“Please call me Tony.” He said and stretched his hand out to the younger man. Tony, in his tank top and his dirty gardening gloves shaking hands with Peter who was dressed in Gucci pants and had a new Rolex on his wrist was a sight.

“Alright boys, play nice.” May ordered, before going back in the house.

“Kid, you should go in too, I’m gonna trim the hedges and it will get pretty loud.”

“Don’t worry, I have these.” Peter fished out a pair of Airpods from his pocket, and placed them in his ears, his music on low volume, so that he stayed focused. He wanted to observe the gardener a bit more. That guy wasn’t May’s usual type - tall, blonde, with muscles and blue eyes, like the precious ones. Peter particularly missed Steve Rogers, or Captain America,as they called him and a guy who he just called Thor. He had fucked them both, leading to their unemployment, thanks to his aunt. He still remembers the vicious arguments they got in.

“If you didn’t want me to have sex with guys who are twice my age you shouldn’t bring them over.” Peter yelled as he saw that May had fired Steve. His nerves got the best of him and he knew it.

“I didn’t bring them over, I asked them to work for me. You should really think of who you’re seen with, your little hookups can lead to bad press.” May shouted back. He hadn’t seen her this angry with him since he gambled last year.

“Bad press? What is this the 60s. I can sleep with whomever I want and the paparazzi won’t bat an eyelash.”

“Though you should be free to do whatever you want with your body, I’m still the adult here, Peter. There should be some limits. I just want the best for you, I don’t want you to get hurt like last time.”

“We’re still on that. I told you it was just a one time thing.”

“Is that why you were cooped up crying in your room for months. Because of a one time thing. Look I don’t want another Bucky breaking your heart.”

“Don’t call him that. Only I can say that. To you and everyone else he’s James.”

“But he wasn’t, wasn’t he. He was Bucky to his wife and kids, wasn’t he.”

“Get out.”

“Peter I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep my boundaries.”

“I said get out.” He screamed, face red and tears welling up in his eyes. He even threw a framed picture at where May stood moments ago.

Peter was snapped out of that memory when he felt his gardener tapping him on the shoulder.

“You’re so deep in thoughts that you didn’t feel that the first few times, huh kid. Anyway, I need to mow the lawn, so I’d suggest you move.”

“You don’t make the suggestions here. If I wanted I could get you fired right here on the spot.”

“Nice try kid, but I know that your aunt’s the boss here. Plus what are you going to do after you fire me? Replace me with a blonde, blue eyed muscular jock.”

Peter clenched his fist in anger.

“May told you.”

“Yeah, she didn’t want me making the same mistakes as the previous gardeners. Though looking at your attitude, I’m sure she won’t have a problem.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh, I know everything about you. Because I was you. I was a rich brat, with lots of cash and lots of fuck buddies.”

“Anthony Stark, Tony Stark, my father used to know your father. Wait, the Wikipedia article said that you ran away from home one night and that you’ve been MIA ever since.”

“Yeah kid, I know what it says, I wrote it. The truth isn’t that glamorous or mysterious. One night my old man saw me sneaking in my boyfriend. He banished me, it was a different time then. And I’ve been on my own since then. I was 18 and on the street, it was literally rags to riches, but well riches to rags. I tried a lot of things. Took a few odd jobs, went to community college, even tried to get back into the family business after my dad passed. Well nothing worked and here I am, in what I’m convinced is my personal hell on earth.”

“Why did you take this job then? You knew what you were getting into.”

“Because it’s the only way I can get money.”

“You see that little garden over there - Steve planted marigolds for me when he was still here. They should bloom in a week. If you stay at your job until then, you’re free to leave and I’ll even give you an extra 10 k. But if i seduce you before that, you’ll have to work here, all summer, every year. Do we have a deal?”

“Sure kid. Just don’t go crying when you can’t afford to get a new Audi because I can keep it in my pants.”

The next day Peter set his plan in motion, thanking God that May had to go back to New York to handle some unexpected business. He was going simple - sunbathing while Tony was working. So he sat in his chaise lounge, Versace sunglasses on and a tiny pink thong. Better to leave somethings to the imagination. Plus skinny dipping in his pool was one of his other options.

Seeing that his gardener was coming, Peter rubbed some tanning lotion on his milky white skin, before saying seductively.

“Hey, can you help me with the back.”

“Sure kid.”

He spread the lotion down the younger man’s back, obeying every command to go lower.

Tony’s hands were millimeters from Peter’s ass, when the older man leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“Why don’t you get dressed before your neighbor comes over to greet you.”

“Neighbor? Wait someone’s coming over for the summer? Which house is it, the one on the left of the right?” Peter asked frantically as he covered himself with a towel. It couldn’t be, right. He wouldn’t come back here again.

“Right. Why?”

“Did you see who was there? Was it just a woman, or a man, or a couple with kids?”

“It was a couple. What don’t you know your neighbors? If it helps jog your memory, the man had a sleeve tattoo of a biomechanical arm, can’t miss it.”

“Bucky.”

“You do know them. So, what is Bucky some old guy, whose son you fucked or something?.”

“He’s my ex. And he absolutely mustn’t see me.”

As if on que, there was a ring on the doorbell.

“Please get it.”

“Kid you have to reap what you sew. I’m not bailing you out.”

“I’ll pay you.”

“Get in the house before he can see you.” Peter flashed him a smile, before jogging into the house. Locking himself in his room, he peaked through the curtains to see what was going on. He could spot Bucky and Tony arguing, then his ex leaving. His gardener then climbed up the stairs and knocked on Peter’s door.

“Thank Tony. I owe you one.”

“Cash rules everything around me, kid. Now come on, give me the money, Parker.”

“How about a blowjob, it’s worth more than I could ever give you in cash.” Peter tried his luck.

“The money, now.” Tony said through his teeth, one hand gripping Peter’s throat.

“Yes daddy.” The younger man replied instinctively, and made a mental note of how Tony bit his lip at that. Peter grabbed a pen and his checkbook, writing a quick cheque to Tony.

“There’s an extra grand for your silence on everything that happened.”

“Pleasure working with you kid.”

Peter could see Bucky’s car driving away, thanks to someone telling Ms. Barnes exactly where her husband had been earlier.

A few days passed and Peter tried his best to seduce Tony. From skimpy outfits to touches that lingered on for more that they should have, nothing seemed to work. But he had some tricks up his sleeve.

Tony had almost forgotten about the younger man’s seduction attempts and didn’t think much before accepting his proposal of a movie night. He was lounging on the expensive white couch with Peter in gray sweatpants beside him. The movie was Beach rats, Pete’s pick of course. But when them first sex scene started on the screen, Tony noticed something unusual, Parker was moaning. Taking his eyes from the screen Stark noticed that not only was the younger man moaning, he was touching himself. He didn’t stop stroking his cock when he noticed the gaze on him, he even started thrusting faster.

“Peter that’s indecent exposure.”

“But I’m not exposing anything, Mr. Stark. There’s a perfectly good movie and you’re watching me. Seems like you want to sleep with me.”

“Fine, if that’s how you wanna play it, I’ll watch the movie.” Tony said as he glued his eyes to the tv. He was staying focused until

“Tony” a desperate breathy moan cane from Peter’s lips. Ignore it, your will is strong.

“Mr. Stark, please.”. He’s just some little bratty twink.

“Fuck me, Tony.” You could be his dad.

“Daddy”. With that Peter came, his eyes were closed and his cheeks were a rosy shade of pink. Tony still kept his eyes on the screen, but there was a bulge in his jeans. Peter didn’t miss that and quickly came up with a plan on how to work with that.

“Well I’ll have to do laundry now. Mind if I squeeze past?” He said and accidentally fell into Tony’s lap, grinding his hips, feeling the throbbing member beneath him.

“Wow, Mr. Stark, you’re packing. You know I usually don’t care about size, but damn I’m sure you.” Before he could finish his sentence, Tony pushed him away.

“Don’t touch me, kid.”. Well plan failed.

Tomorrow was Peter’s only chance to seduce Tony. It wasn’t about the money anymore, nor was it a matter of pride. The younger man was genuinely in love and that terrified him.

Maybe if Peter fucked Tony all these feelings would just disappear. He was determined to find out. That morning they didn’t even exchange words. Tony was working by the pool when Peter jumped in. He swam a lap, before tossing his swimming trunks by the other man. Then he decided to practice his backstroke, showing off his “technique”.

“Care to join me? You don’t need a swimsuit. Come on daddy.”

Tony just sighed and started stripping. Peter’s eyes sparked up with joy. He was winning. And more importantly he was going to be fucked in his pool. Looking his crush up and down, he bit his lip. For an old man Tony had a nice body. Toned abs, big biceps, that perfect v that drove the guys crazy and his dick. Peter couldn’t wait to have it in his mouth, running his tongue over the uncircumcised length.

“Earth to Parker.” Tony was right next to him, oh god, he was so hard for the older man. “You know this week I realized that you get flustered by me. You, Peter Parker the handsome rich boy who can have any guy, likes me, an old man.”

“You’re not that old.”

Tony took steps forward and Peter backwards, until his back hit a wall. Peter’s breath hitched and Tony leaned into him, their lips millimeters apart.

“Is it worth it, if you loose all the money.” Peter asked, clearly taunting the other man.

“Everything’s worth it for you, baby boy.”

Peter closed his eyes and pressed his soft lips against Tony. But instead of feeling lips, he felt a hand. Anthony had placed his large palm between them.

“Psych.”. He said, before exiting the pool and drying off with Peter’s towel. Peter shamelessly rutted his hips against that same towel before cuming with Tony’s name on his lips.

The next day the marigolds had bloomed. Peter picked one and placed it behind his ear, as a sigh of defeat.

When Tony arrived he wasn’t dressed in his usual gardening clothes, but instead he was in a rainbow crop top and booty shorts.

“Parker where’s my cheque. I’m dying to go to the bank like this.”

“Oh, I was prepared to give you cash.” Peter said, opening his Balenciaga fanny pack to reveal stacks of 100 dollar bills.

“I want a cheque. I want to have physical proof that Peter Parker couldn’t seduce me.”

“Fine.” Peter pouted, stomping his feet up to his bedroom, followed by Tony. When he wrote the cheque, he handed it to the older man.

“Oh, Peter, one more thing.”. Before Peter could say anything, Tony pressed his lips against his. The kiss was hungry and sloppy, all tongue and teeth clashing together. The older man almost ripped off the buttons of Peter’s shirt, playing with his nipples. Tony pulled down his lover’s pants.

“Going commando? I bet you were watch me work and play with yourself, wishing that I was touching your sensitive cock, huh baby.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Well you don’t have to wish for it any more, cause it just came true.”. Tony palmed Peter’s erection, swirling the precum from his head to the base.

“Need to taste you, baby boy.”. With one bob of his head Tony could deepthroath Peter. His cock was sensitive, he was ready to come just from that.

“Daddy please.”

“Fuck, baby boy, you have to be needier than that. As much as I like having your pretty cock in my mouth, I want you. Get on your hands and knees for daddy.”

“Lube and condoms are in the bedside drawer.”

Tony kissed Peter reassuringly, then coated his fingers in lube. His finger slid in easily.

“Baby boy, did you play with yourself this morning?”

“Yes.”

“And who did you think about?”

“You, daddy.”

“You know that bad boys get punished. Count how many spanks I’m gonna give you.”

Tony’s hand struck Peter’s bottom, loving how the younger man’s hole tightened around him. After 5 spanks Peter was a mess. His ass was red and he was drooling on the pillow, begging for Tony’s cock inside of him.

“Just a but more, baby.” said the older man. He couldn’t take the teasing either. He had to have his baby boy, now. So he just added two fingers and scissored them, opening up Peter. As the younger man moaned, Tony opened the condom and lubed it up, before entering his lover.

“Fuck, baby boy, you’re so tight for me.”

“Daddy, you’re so big, you feel so good.”

“Beg for me, Peter.”

“Daddy, please harder. I need you, please.”

“Okay, baby.”. Tony bottomed out, causing Peter to let out an almost pornographic moan.

“Right there. I’m gonna cum.”

“Say my name.”

“Tony.”

“Try again, baby boy.”

“Mr.Stark.”

“I won’t let you cum if you’re wrong one more time.”

“Daddy.”

“That’s right, baby boy. Now come for me.”. Peter came, making a mess on his bedsheets. He rode it out quickly, cock softening.

“Help daddy come, Peter. Touch yourself.”

“But I’m still sensitive, it hurts.”

“Do you want me to feel good?”

“Yes daddy.”. Peter touching himself and let out a whimper, his hard cock already twitching in his hand. Tony wrapped his fist against him, causing him to groan out and slow his pace.

“Don’t stop ,baby, I’m almost there.”. Just as Tony came, he could feel Peter’s hole tightening, the boy had come again.

“You did so good, baby boy. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you daddy. Can you help me wash off, all this cum is sticky.”

[basileafpitch]

hey so i wrote a something based off of this post from @novaviis. i needed some birdflash to help me cope with the stress of outsiders coming out next week and i couldn’t stop thinking about that post and it made me smile?? so here’s a something.

(i’ve been craving some og yj, so the timing of this fic thing is around s1- ish)

It was a quiet day.

And, with all of the crime throughout the city recently, it came as a surprise for Dick. The last few weeks had been full of the same old shipment busts that seemed to drag on forever. It was always the same for Dick and his team: suit up, stealth mode, follow the truck to the meeting place, take out bad guys, lock up weapons, repeat. All while the League got the big missions in Metropolis, and in space, for crying out loud. Even after talking to Bruce about it, Dick was dismissed back to the cave, to sit and wait for another alert.

But today was different. Right off the bat (ha ha, get it), Batman told the team of young heroes that it would be an uneventful day. Connor and M’gann left to spend a day sightseeing, and Artemis and Zatanna went to “study”. Dick sure wasn’t going to waste an empty Thursday studying or sightseeing (‘is there even anything worth sightseeing in Gotham?’). So he figured he would settle in and read.

Growing up with Bruce Wayne ensured that Dick had an extensive library at hand, yet he had never found the time to read. There were so many choices; there were the classic novels, there was Shakespeare, there was comedy, tragedy, romance, mystery. You pick a category, or an author, and you could most likely find it in the Wayne library. But, of course, of all of the choices, Dick simply chose to read a book about coding. Not too enticing that he would get hooked, yet not boring enough to put him to sleep. Perfect for his single free day.

He settled down on the sofa in the cave’s common room, not wanting to lock himself away in his own room. Plus, there was a kitchenette and refrigerator at hand, in case he decided to go crazy and feed himself at some point in his sum of free hours. Laying his head on a mountain of pillows Dick stretched himself out on the sofa, sinking into its soft cushions with ease. In a quick moment he felt a level of comfort and content that he had not felt in a long time. No missions to deal with, no secret identity to hide, and no bad guys to fight. Just him, his book, and a fuzzy throw blanket shielding him from the particularly chilly temperature of the cave in December.

After an hour or two Dick was well into his book. It was all things that he had read before, of course: beginner’s coding lingo and steps that he had practiced hundreds of times. The only time he moved from his comfortable position on the couch was to readjust his pillows during hour three.

At this point he seemed to be completely dissolved in the book, because he did not notice the entrance of another person into the room. It wasn’t until he heard the refrigerator door close across the room that he peeled his eyes from the pages.

Dick let out a small squeal at the interruption, throwing the book in front of his face as he flailed, sending his blanket tumbling to the floor. He peaked out from the book to find Wally watching him across the room. He was standing at the island countertop nonchalantly, sipping from a straw at a glass of soda. When Dick spotted him Wally offered a sly smile, resulting in the Dick he knew and loved rolling his eyes, per usual.

“I should have known. You’re so fast, you’re the one person that can slip under my radar,” Dick sang, picking the blanket up and tossing it onto his lap. He set his book down on top of it, open with its spine to the sky.

Wally shrugged, pacing the floor toward the boy. “I thought I came in pretty loudly. I think it’s the book that helped me sneak by,” he said. He leaned on the arm of the couch opposite of Dick, dipping his head toward him. He arched an eyebrow. “Whatcha reading, anyways?” Dick lifted the book to Wally, and the boy laughed out loud, a hand straying to his wild red locks. “Of course. Only you would read something that boringly perfect on your day off, Dick.”

Dick blushed at Wally’s saying his name. Every other day he was only referred to as Robin, so it was a surprising and refreshing change of pace. Plus, Dick liked how Wally pronounced every syllable of his name. Clearly, with purpose.

“What is it?” Wally asked, poking at Dick’s foot. “Do you want me to go? I’m sorry I interrupted your reading, I just—”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Dick insisted. “It’s… nothing.” Dick sighed, recovering from his slip up. He shook his head, stuttering for a moment. “What- uh- what are you doing? With your day off, I mean.”

Wally peered around them for a moment. “Bothering you, I guess,” he said with a small chuckle. “The girls invited me to study, but you know me.”

Dick smiled, nodding his head. “I wish I could have witnessed that.”

Wally shook his head. “I was still snorting by the time they had zeta-d out of there!”

Dick and Wally laughed together, but after a minute their chuckles had died out, leaving them in a heavy silence. Dick looked to Wally, watching a small blush rise in his tan, freckled cheeks. Wally clasped his hands together, rubbing them slightly. He looked around them, as if he was trying to find something. And finally, before Dick could drown in the silence, a small gasp escaped the speedster’s lips, and he vaulted to his feet, quickly making his way across the room.

He took something from the countertop. A laptop. He opened it, signing in quickly, and opened a tab that Dick couldn’t see from his seat. In a moment a small smile tugged at Wally’s lips, resulting in one forming on Dick’s as well. That was the thing with Wally: he could never fail to make Dick smile. No matter what mood Dick was in, or where they were, Wally always thought of something.

Wally’s fingers worked at the keys in front of him impossibly fast, so there was no way of knowing what exactly he was doing. After a few more clicks, though, he was finished. He reached for a remote next to him and pressed a few more buttons. It was the remote to the speakers around them.

Wally rolled his shoulders back and looked to the computer screen proudly, then turning to Dick. “I’m sorry, but I was almost put to sleep just by looking at your coding book. Your day off needs a bit of… reamping.”

Dick cocked an eyebrow, but before he could form any words the music began to blast through the speakers. He could feel the thumping of the beats underneath him, and he was glad that they were alone in the cave, because this could probably be heard in any and every room.

Dick threw a hand over his mouth. “Build Me Up Buttercup” blasted around the boys, and there was Wally, standing across from Dick, snapping his fingers and dancing to the silly song. And, as if the scene wasn’t already unreal, Wally soon began to scream the lyrics at Dick, pointing and singing at him. Dick fell back onto the sofa, laughing out loud. He was holding his own stomach, and there were tears pooling in his eyes. He couldn’t handle it. It was crazy. Like, Wally wasn’t just singing the lyrics, but he was actually screaming them. Like he was performing at a heavy metal concert, rather than singing The Foundations on a Thursday afternoon to his best friend. And the dancing. The pointing, dropping to his knees, the dramatic arm and head gestures. Dick was practically on the floor.

In a moment, though, before he could actually fall to the floor, Wally was in front of him, taking his hands into his own. He pulled Dick to his feet and into his arms, and if it wasn’t for middle school P.E. class, Dick wouldn’t have the suave to pull this off. But he had a bit of suave, and in a moment he and Wally were slow dancing to the stupid song, hand in hand, face to face (face to forehead, I should say. Wally still had a few inches on Dick). Wally’s arm fell around Dick’s waist, and with all of the laughing he was doing Dick leaned heavily upon Wally, his forehead pressed against Wally’s chest. Wally was still screaming the lyrics, making Dick laugh harder than he thought possible. Harder than he had in a long, long time.

Baby, baby, try to find, Wally sang.

A little time and I’ll make you mine.

I’ll be home, I’ll be beside the phone

Waiting for youuuuu (Ooooooo, oooooo).

And they belted everything after that, until the song was over. The two boys danced together, giggling and singing and twirling each other around the room like a couple of idiots. And after the song faded and came to an end, the two remained there, holding each other in the middle of the room. Their hysteria calmed down, and all that remained was small smiles and small blushes.

After minutes of humming in the silence, Wally spoke up. Dick was surprised his voice wasn’t raspy from the scream-singing.

“How does that coding book sound now?” Wally said.

Dick sighed, tucking his head into his friend’s shoulder. He could hear his heartbeat.

“Let’s just forget about that,” Dick said, his voice almost a whisper, earning another laugh from his friend.

Wally smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around Dick, pulling him closer to his chest.

“Good day off?” he asked.

“Best day off,” Dick replied.

[alexanderwrites]

Thoughts Roundup - Twin Peaks: The Return, Part 11

“There’s Fire Where You’re Going”

Here is an episode that i’ve heard a lot of people describing as the point where this season “hits its stride”. What i’d say is that, while each episode has been nothing less than great (for me), there has been a certain scattershot style to the season which has displeased some. This scattershot style is not detrimental, but certainly is different to what we expect from narrative, serialised television. So far, the season has been like a closeup of a patchwork made of smaller segments, and with this episode, we’re starting to get a clearer idea of what the patchwork will look like when viewed as a whole. Will we really see the big picture by season’s end? Maybe not. But by “hits its stride”, what I believe people mean is it is satisfying to see the threads pulled tighter and the picture look a bit clearer, as it does in tonight’s episode. There is a narrative flow in Part 11, as well as what feels like quite a bit of progress. Adding to this is the episode’s crafty blending of all the elements that make Twin Peaks Twin Peaks. The show’s deadpan humour, jarring violence, abstract nightmare segments and small-town drama were all present tonight in an episode that felt cohesive, tight and covered a lot of bases that people wanted covered. 

. Miriam ISN’T DEAD!!! If last week’s episode punished by presenting women without agency, this one gave them a bit more to do. Miriam, thank the lord (or lords David and Mark) is alive, and her crawling out the bushes is a relieving but nightmarish image, and really reminded me of Ronette Pulaski. This Miriam’s a fighter and a good person, and I hope she helps to put an end to Richard’s reign of terror.

. Becky is Laura, right? I mean, not literally Laura. But she is sort of Laura? The shots of her looking skyward while riding in her boyfriend’s car a while back visually recalled Laura, and her scream tonight was Laura all over. Pained and furious. Even if her actions differ from Laura’s, I think she is supposed to remind us of her. Violence is cyclical, people don’t change, and what has been will always be. That’s what the show is about for better or worse, so echoes from the past reverberate as Laura’s ghost looms heavily on the town, and on Becky. I liked seeing Becky intent on revenge, and part of me really hoped she’d kill her sleazebag boyfriend. But then again, I’m glad she didn’t, because I wouldn’t want to see her locked away so soon. I found her super interesting tonight and can’t wait to see where her character goes, and what a lovely surprise it was that she’s Bobby’s daughter.

. Seeing Bobby and Shelley together was surreal. I kept remembering how they looked when partying around Leo’s comatose body, and thinking “shit, that’s actually them”. It’s a shame they never made it work, but it’s an even bigger shame that Shelley has found an even bigger sleazeball (sleazebag? There are too many Sleazes in this show. I’m not sure what comes after Sleazebag and Ball. Sleazecar? Sleazehouse?) in Balthazar Getty, who’s name i’ve forgotten and won’t look up because I prefer writing the name Balthazar Getty. Shelley hasn’t made a good choice in hooking up with this guy who we know is a drug importer, and it seems that Becky is following a similar path. I love Shelley, and will always sympathise with her. She brings out the protectiveness of the audience, and Becky does the same. I really, deeply hope to god that history doesn’t repeat itself, and that Shelley and Becky won’t get hurt. 

. Did anyone else think of the little kid with the gun as a lodge spirit? You could say that about anyone on the fucking show (James Hurley is a lodge spirit! The pie they serve at the Double R is a lodge spirit!), but he reminded me of little Lynch Jr as little Tremond (who turned out to be a lodge spirit in Fire, Walk With Me). Maybe it’s because of his creepily defiant stance, his silence, and that he’s dressed exactly like his dad, but it felt like a surreal moment and that something more sinister is happening there. Then something even MORE surreal happens, and it’s the hardest i’ve laughed at something that’s scared me in the show yet. Yes, i’m talking about the slime puking teenager and the screaming woman. The scream was so repetitive and strange sounding, and the longer it went on, the more funny yet disturbing it sounded. I put my hands to my cheeks Kevin Macallister style and could only offer up a big, loud “WHAT THE FUCK”. I love that Bobby simply watches like we do. Utterly bizarre - and what do we think of the Woman’s dialogue? Did it remind anyone else of “Around the dinner table, the conversation is lively”? It did for me, but it might mean nothing which is totally fine with me. I’m here for individual moments, and if by episode 18 i’m saying “Wait - what the fuck happened to the slime puking teen?”, that’ll be fine with me. 

. Elsewhere in town, Hawk and Frank are planning their field trip to the black lodge. I hadn’t thought before of electricity being the modern version of fire because i’m a dumb asshole, but when Hawk says so it makes a lot of sense. Fire and Electricity seems to be the Uber of the spirit world. They use it to travel, as well as way that they harness their power. The thing we really want to know is the thing that Hawk tells Frank he doesn’t ever want to know about: that weird symbol that was on Doppelcoop’s playing card, and is on the top of Hawk’s map. Why does nobody ever say ‘actually, I really DO please’ when told ‘you don’t want to know’? I want to know!! And we get another touching call from Margaret, who tells us her log is afraid of fire (i’m still keen on the theory that her log contains the spirit of her husband - a logger who died in a fire) and that there is a fire where they’re going (hey! that’s the name of the show!). Her warnings are to be taken very seriously, and with how bleak this season can and has been, we should start preparing ourselves now for something bad to happen out in those woods to Hawk, Bobby and to a lesser extent, Frank. I am so excited about this storyline because I just want any excuse to see more of the woods and more of the black lodge.

. Let’s raise a toast to Matthew Fucking Lillard. Matthew Fucking Lillard. The longer I think about it, the more certain I am that he’s been my favourite performer this year so far, and I was saddened to see his head...uh...smashed off(?) tonight - in a manner that recalls how the heads of those lovers were smashed off by the box monster all those weeks ago. In an ensemble of hundreds, he truly stood out and made every moment he was on screen utterly riveting. And this scene is the most memorable of the night for me, while Cole’s deadpan of “He’s Dead” is the funniest line of the night. 

There’s so much to unpack, but the image of Cole staring into a portal to another place is absolutely a standout moment. This place in South Dakota is another Glastonbury Grove (if we weren’t sure enough, it’s on Sycamore Street), and seeing Gordon begin to fade as he stands in the path of the portal really reminded me of Cooper descending into the Black Lodge at the end of Season 2. Also at the scene, we get a couple of woodsmen spirits standing on some stairs (which reminded me of the stairs in the Palmer household) inside the portal, as well as one very real woodsman who gives Bill Hastings’ head a cheeky little burst. It’s such a simple effect, but the fading in and out of the woodsmen deeply scares me. It’s so uncomfortable and dreamlike, and a neat way of hammering home that these things are not from our world. I don’t like how they sneak! And then they find Ruth Davenport’s corpse (Ruth, we hardly knew ye) with coordinates on her arm which will doubtlessly lead right back to Twin Peaks. It’s beginning to become clearer how the FBI will end up back in our favourite town, and Diane loses the trust of both us and Albert even more when she clearly mouths and memorises the co-ordinates written on Ruth’s arm. It’s hard to figure out at this stage just what is going on with her, but whatever the answer is, we’re likely to find out that she is in cahoots with some really bad eggs. This might lead her and the FBI on the path back to town, but it’s still vague as to how Coop will find himself back there. Speaking of Coop....

. I was really, really pleased with how his story developed tonight. He seemed a lot more lucid in this part, and seemed affected by his gentle knock-on-the-chin by his boss. And his final scene is monumental, but before I get to that let’s tackle...

. Those darn Mitchum brothers (a spinoff sitcom produced by Chuck Lorre?). Last week, I wrote that they weren’t my favourites and that i’d like their story to move at a pace quicker than Dougie eating pie. Tonight, perhaps because of the makeup of the episode, I enjoyed every moment with them and, yes, the story moves swiftly along. They make a really fun unit to watch bounce of each other, even if it is hard to reconcile that i’m praising the work of Jim Belushi and T-Bag from Prison Break (for the record, Robert Knepper is a great actor. Prison Break is not a great anything). Their scenes tonight developed their chemistry and personalities, and I liked seeing Brother Jim talking about his dreams (the work of someone in the black lodge?) - and the fact that he doesn’t want to kill Dougie if he “isn’t our enemy” was a nice touch. It highlights that there is an intelligence and even a tiny bit of humanity in him, and that he’s not as simple as a ruthless thug who’ll kill anyone he feels like. They may be a couple of bastards, but tonight I found them interesting and of a different breed to the typical tough-guy gangsters. Coop has brought them a cherry pie, as instructed by Mike via the Black Lodge. Brother Jim had a dream about a box with a cherry pie in it, and if its in there, ‘Dougie’ is not their enemy and they can’t kill him, he insists. And so Black Lodge spirits save Coop again! Again the question arises of why they want him alive, and why they need him to wake up. I’m still betting that it’s because they need Doppelcoop back in the black lodge, and that Coop waking up has something to do with Doppelcoop being sent back. We’re edging closer and closer, and it’s getting pretty damn exciting.

. And then the Mitchum brothers and Coop go for cherry pie! There are plentiful allusions to the past, and who Coop used to be, but he can’t get back. And in a sense, the show Twin Peaks cannot get back to what it used to be - and why should it need to? People have aged, actors have died, times have changed and the world is different now. The 1950′s aesthetics of chrome diners and cherry pies and colourful fashion were always a veneer that the show hid under. It was never about that, but instead about how a surface of gloss is wrapped over the ugliest crimes of humanity to make them more palatable. It is entirely possible to enjoy the aesthetics of the show (and honestly, everyone who loves Twin Peaks, me included, enjoys it), but it is important to remember that that’s not what the show is about. If anything it’s a pretty vicious critique of how false this aesthetic is, and about the damage done by ugliness being wrapped in a pretty package. And now, that pretty image isn’t as strong as it used to be. It’s not there because it never really was. Coop can (loudly) eat his cherry pie, he can even call it “Damn good”, but he’s been through too much now. He’s seen too much, and we have too. We can’t get back to the idealised version of Twin Peaks because Lynch and Frost have shown us that it isn’t real. Nostalgia might call us back to it, and we can fawn over images of the past and try to get that feeling back - the feeling Coop gets when he hears a pretty song, or sees a pair of red shoes - but it isn’t there for us anymore, and I think that’s what The Return has all been about. It’s not about going back and finding that everything is beautiful and exactly how you left it, but about the fruitless struggle of trying to recreate the past. Who knows - maybe by season’s end we’ll have a beautiful moment of Coop waking up, of order being restored and him enjoying a meal at the Double R. And if we get that, it will doubtlessly be stunning, and moving and haunting - because we will have the knowledge of what has happened. The pull between an idealised past and a cold, stark present is a powerful one, and the final scene of tonight’s episode conveys this masterfully. The song the pianist plays - which sounds quite a bit like Laura Palmer’s theme - is the past calling out to Coop, and he responds, as does the viewer on hearing it. Where it goes from here is impossible to predict, but this is a moment of real beauty that summarises the entire run thus far. 

“If you put these two symbols together, you get this”

“Black Fire”

“Correct”

[brimbrimbrimbrim]

Lucas would 100% fight cuddles, but secretly love it. Yes. Give me attention. Give me love. But not in public, also I WILL shove your clingy ass to the floor if someone comes in. Gotta reputation to uphold. But ahhh later, k?

I am so down for this headcanon, Anon. In fact, I got a bit inspired and wrote a little one-shot for this. Hopefully, someone gets a kick out of reading it as much as I did writing it.

Zoe didn’t spy on Lucas all that much, not after that one summer in ‘09 when she found out that her older brother liked to masturbate to German, humiliation porn…the results of which hadn’t been her proudest moment. Probably shouldn’t have thrown a stack of VHS’s at his pale, shamed face until he’d caught an edge of one naked tape in the temple and started bleeding. The way she’d handled that night may have ended up giving him a complexion he probably didn’t deserve, but alas, she’d kept her nose out of his business after that. At least she’d apologized for it the next day, much to both of their embarrassment.

This time was different, though. Lucas, at the ripe age of twenty-seven, had his first girl over…he’d snuck her in when the house had gone quiet after dinner and the only way Zoe knew about it was because she’d forgotten to water the ferns outside the trailer and had gotten a quick look behind the crack of her door as Lucas was inputting the codes on his ‘Fortress of Solitude’, with the chick and her tight ass beside him; hands in her pockets.

Drop the fucking mic! - a real live, not-blown-up-with-plastic-skin girl?!

Zoe couldn’t believe it. What sorta bet had this chick lost?

No one in their right minds would have wanted to spend a second alone with that creep and yet Zoe had sat in her trailer all night waiting for the door of the barn to swing open, signaling that the girl was leaving…or that Lucas was disposing of a corpse. It sounded funny at the time, but after several hours Zoe got worried; a curious, concerning type of worry for her brother and the poor girl he’d brought home under the cover of darkness

She threw on a jacket, zipped it up to her chin and dragged the rusted crowbar from under her bed before bracing the cold, ready to crack open the second-floor vent and bypass that stupid lockdown he had on the front door. All the cacophony of bugs and swamp frogs had died down last week thanks to the cold air, but fat bats were fluttering overhead as Zoe stepped carefully across the backyard. A light upstairs on the main house was still on - her parent’s room. Her nose wrinkled, knowing what a light on after midnight meant. It was mighty dandy that her Mama and Daddy still liked each other like that, but hell…was everyone getting laid but her in this damn place?

Don’t even go there; she told herself, ignoring the pervasive image of her family members fornicating. Gross. A stray moan from somewhere on the property made her stop and grimace. Double-gross.

It must have been over a year since she’d last snuck into Lucas’ hidey-hole, and the last time had been to steal her VHS player back. She hadn’t run into him then, but now, as she swung the vent open on it’s screaming hinges, she wondered what the fuck she was going to do if she saw somethin’ illegal going on. Call the cops? - on her own brother? No, she didn’t think he was actually capable of anything serious like rape or murder…even if he was probably the kinda guy that got off on that shit. Trying not to think too much about what she was stepping into, Zoe shoved her legs through the opening and slid down the metal wall with nary a sound. Living a life with the kinda family she had at least made her good at sneaking around like this.

Rarely did she get caught.

There was a vibrating pulse under her feet and the distant sound of…what - was that her ‘Black Keys’ CD?

That fuck-face…she’d been wondering where that had run off too. Lucas and his sticky fingers. It wasn’t something he’d have ever listened too. It didn’t have enough gutter bass to it for his liking, so it must have been something for the girl which only peaked her curiosity all the more. If she liked the ‘Keys,’ she couldn’t have been that bad…right?

His door was cracked, casting a thin, widening triangle of light over the dusty concrete floors. Zoe could hear a couple of grunts; male grunts…not overtly sexual but it still made her pause and frown, wondering if this was worth the possibility of seeing her gross brother in a compromising situation again.

‘Knock it off will ya?!’

That snarl was her brother alright; Lucas with a stick up his ass, but the short, female giggle that followed it only proposed more questions. What the hell was going on behind that door that would leave Lucas as the one complaining?

Zoe always had thought he was one of those self-hating gay guys, trying to cover up their own hangups with body language that suggested he had coal turning to diamonds up his ass. Ugh, bad thoughts again. She needed to stop that before her dinner of pork chops and collard greens came back up.

Through the cheap door and a sweet drum solo, Zoe heard Lucas emit a long, defeated growl. Her brows pinched, and against her better judgment, she took a few soft steps towards the door.

Thankfully Lucas hadn’t changed the layout of his shithole since the last time she’d ‘visited.’ Everything was where it’d been when she’d busted the door down and ripped her VHS outta his system a year ago…except he’d apparently bought a new player since then. The TV on the floor flickered that skeleton army scene from ‘Jason and the Argonauts’ on mute…highlighting the baffling sight of Lucas with a red, frozen face and that cute girl wrapped around him; arms and all. The chick was practically glued to him with her face buried in his neck and rubbing her nose into folds of his hood as he grumbled.

It was…kinda cute, actually.

Zoe watched her brother deflated under the forced affection; saw his mouth twitch at the corners, smiling just before the girl lifted her face up and gave his hard jawline a wet raspberry. Lucas jumped, arms trapped at his sides and cursed over the music, throwing himself back into the sofa cushions. The girl fell with him, laying over his body in a pair of tight jean shorts and a tank top with some band’s logo printed in white on the back - it looked like a goat man with a huge cock…but Zoe couldn’t tell for sure.

“Why ya gotta be such ah’ clingy bitch all tha’ damn time…” Lucas hollered, wiggling around her embrace until she laughed, making him go red again; brows up. Zoe watched with a tight mouth as the girl leaned in and gave her brother’s nose a quick kiss, only to shove her head up under his chin and squeeze him all the tighter.

“Don’t play coy, Lucas,” she said into his chest - somehow Zoe could make out the words over the din of music, “I know you like this.” - and as if to prove her point Zoe had the skinny view through the door crack of this crazy chick as she rolled her hips down into her brother’s crotch. Zoe could appreciate the female form, hell…she’d been with a couple of ‘em before, and she had to admit the girl had a nice ass as it clenched while her hips canted downwards.

“…shit…c-can ya’ do that again?” Lucas asked, sounding so small and pathetic and oh-shit, Zoe had always thought he was, but now she knew for sure that her older brother was still a green- virgin! Unable to choke it down, Zoe laughed without a filter - loud and unrelenting and not giving a shit that she’d blown her position. Another part of her was just relieved the whole thing she’d been worried about was all around as innocent as it could be - too innocent for a guy on the ass end of his twenties.

“Shit!” Zoe heard Lucas shout as her eyes squeezed shut under a greater heave of laughter.

It was funny! - how could she not swing the door open and watch, with even greater relish, as Lucas sat up and toss his girlfriend on the floor? The girl fell off almost gracefully, gasping hard before settling back on her elbows; almost as if she’d been kicked off a dozen times already and knew how to drop and roll like a pro by now. That also, in of itself was hilarious.

Zoe clutched her stomach and choked on another fit of laughter while Lucas raised his knees up, trying to hide the obvious boner in his pants.

That high-tension look was back in place, like a lock latching back. Zoe would feel guilty for fucking up a rare moment for him later that night, but right then she was enjoying the look of embarrassed hatred on his face while his ‘girlfriend’ stared over at her with wide, green eyes and a flushed face. Hell…if and when she was done with her stupid brother Zoe might try and hit that, but anyone weird enough to go for someone like Lucas probably had bigger problems than he did.

There, on the floor, clearing away the shocked expression, the girl sat up on her knees and smiled, “Y-you must be Zoe…bad circumstances but it’s ah’ pleasure to meet ya, I’m-”

“She’s ‘Jus’ Leaving,‘” Lucas butted in, folding his arms over his lap; head on his shoulders with a cast-down expression under the hood. He looked like someone had stolen his ice cream cone or something, which cut through Zoe’s mean pleasure enough to remind her off the ol’ days when they were just kids, shitty and inseparable.

Yeah, Zoe felt guilty about it, but to ‘Jus’ Leaving’s’ credit, she didn’t take it personally. There was something real fucked up about a girl that could lean in and kiss a guy’s cheek who’d just thrown them off onto the floor, who then proceeded to be a dick about it…

Zoe wasn’t allowed to walk the girl out, but Lucas shoved her shoulder once they were outside and dug his fingers into his ‘girlfriend's’ arm, pulling them across the yard without a single word. The chick gave a short wave Zoe’s way, which she returned with a baffled look no doubt. The whole thing was like somethin’ out of ‘The Twilight Zone’…parallel dimensions…or Stockholm syndrome, maybe. Lucas couldn’t have gotten someone that understanding and hot otherwise.

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Ukraine

We decided to visit Kiev once again after being there month ago, but we missed this city so much. We were unemployed after quitting my job for our Ukraine - Russia car trip, and Kate didn’t have much freelance jobs at this time, so we were totally broke. We didn’t think too much… let’s hitchhike there!

This was our very first time of traveling this way, we didn’t even know how fast  we could get there, but we assumed we can reach Kiev from our hometown without finding a place to sleep on the way, and having a tent, we even didn’t have one in our home, and common, carrying a tent for 800 km road?

-you wave

-no, you wave

-let’s wave together

-don’t I like stupid?

-you do!

-you wave..

So here we are - second car stopped. Driver took us  about 100 km to the southern Poland. Road to the border was very quick, we didn’t even wait more than 15 minutes for people to stop. Young women with baby on the front seat, old couple asking hundreds of questions;  young couple smoking cheap cigarettes inside the car, farmer who  after long pause for thinking suddenly asked with with steamy-upset voice “so someone has to work for your trip.. ya old folks?!”

Last guy dropped us quite far to the border, in the center of the Chełm city, so we had like 25 km to the Berdeszycze crossing point.  Suddenly we spotted an Ukrainian plates, so we asked the couple sitting inside the car if they’re going in the same direction, and if the can take us as well:

-да

We passed the border with polish guys, actually a hardcore football fans, who made the road to Ukraine and again few times a week because of trading Ukrainian cheap clothes, watches, cigarettes, and other stuff. They backhand the officers every time they go there to avoid being checked on the way back, and to avoid long queues (about 5 €). The said it’s “tradition”.

Already in Ukraine we catched our first car very quickly, they dropped us also very quickly, maybe after about 20 km. Kate put out her board and typed Kiev, shortly after that truck driver stopped, he speaked perfectly in Polish, and he was going directly to the capital, awesome!

His name was Sasha, he is working as a truck driver for hella long time, and he have enough of this. His cabin was really hustled up, with countless toys, led lights, figures, and pennants. Sasha didn't put out cigarettes out of his mouth, he said that his friends are working in europe now, but he’s too old for this shit.

I fell asleep, and suddenly Sasha’s voice woke me up telling Kate that his boss changed his unload place, somewhere 40 km to Kiev. It was very late, maybe 2 am. Kate started to panic a little, but Sasha calmed her down very fast saying that he will try to find someone on cb-radio, or we will just sleep with him in the cabin. His first call met with quickly response, and another truck was waiting for us after Sasha stopped.

He dropped us under the bridge, where we could go on the road heading to Vasylkiv, where our friends Igor, and Ksenia live. We catched another car very easily and we arrived at their place about 4 am waking up Igor, who semiconscious opened us the door.

So yeah, we made the road without stopping, and sleeping in the forest!

Next day I talked to the Cat-b model agency (sometimes I’m a fashion, and portrait photographer) to shoot some faces. They are one of my favorite agencies because of having very natural, eastern-europe/post-soviet looking models. Marija, the owner of the agency agreed. I met very cool people; Sasha, Tanya, Yana, Vladislav, Anton, Kate, stylist Mia, who brought her boyfriend Dima, and friends - Max, Pasha, and tattooer, also named Dima. They showed me a place which is a birthplace of graffiti in Kiev. They meet there to paint, and buy new sprays, because there is also a hidden shop. I will remember what Pasha told to me:

"We livin' the poor life, but a happy life. When we need cash, the cash find us".

If you look closer to Ukrainian young society, his words totally describe them. You can see their crazy outfits, where the clothes come from the biggest europe vintage markets. You can see how bad this city wants to live despites of post-maidan, government problems, goin’ on warfare in Donbass.

Alt-fashion with names like Masha Reva, Anton Belinskiy, Sasha Kanevski, Frolov , music, with one of the biggest bring-illegal-raves-back fest CXEMA, and art scene is very expansive in Ukraine.

You can also find there fancy restaurants, and expensive estates in the contrast of old Ladas everywhere, and poority on the streets.

The main reason that attract us to this country are relicts of the pasts, which they still function very well there. Sheet tickets with manual ticket-puncher in tramways, old little yellow marshrutka buses, where everyone passes themselves money to buy a ticket from a driver, babushkas on every street selling everything from flowers to eggs, chickens and fish. All this things can only visualize me how my parents lived in Poland during communism. Even I remember some of this thing in Poland when I was little. Ukraine changes very slowly.

After spending wonderful time in Kiev we decided move forward to Odessa, which is situated at the Black Sea. Our first driver was older man driving half old as him VW Golf I. This car had broken all gauges, so we didn't even know how fast we are going but we felt like 140km/h. Our driver was crazy one, overtook everyone, and turning the machine like it he was sailing a boat. We stopped for a 2 minutes at the gas station, he bought us ice creams, and water. It was really nice of him.

Our next guy was another truck driver who took us straight to the Odessa. He wrote us a map where we should find a bus, and how long we need to ride to our next hosts place.

His name was Mitja. I read one negative comment on his Couchsurfing profile, quote: “Mitja is a very specific person. Rules in my house does not exist, but after 4 days hosting I wanted to write them. And although there were funny moments, but Mitja felt himself so free in my home, that even decided to use my personal towel.” I thought it was funny as hell, especially the towel part. Anyway, we felt in Mitja’s house as free as he felt in her host place!

We had a nice talk, made some polish food, and the next day get up early for a very long walk with him. He showed as almost whole city. Odessa is a great place for vaccation, very green, warm, with beautiful architecture, and sea side.

We didn’t stay long there, after two nights, we moved further. On the road to Lviv, we met guy named Anatoliy. All that time we’ve been in Ukraine I tried to learn as much language as I could. I started to talk with our driver, and don’t know it was possible but we understood each other almost perfectly. After few hours of journey and many, many words he enjoyed talking with me and Kate so much said that he will not leave us on the street because of the heavy raining, and late hours. He dialed the number, and we heard him talking to his wife about bringing guests to house, and told her to put kartoshki on fire. He live in Ivano-Frankivsk, so we made a little more kilometers. When we arrived his wife and two daughters welcomed us so warm, with a big smiles on their faces, tons of questions, and table with a dinner for like 10 people. This was incredible. Anatoliy also brought his finest selfmade alcohol, which was one of the most strong I ever tried, burning my throat like a hell gates.

They were so excited, they wanted to take us to the Karpaty mountains next day, but unfortunately heavy raining didn't stop, and he left us on the street to continue are way to Lviv.

In Lviv we met there Iulia, she showed us few places in the city, told few stories, and we could speak polish with here because she is learning polish language now. City looks very similar to Poland, and also you can hear Poles everywhere.

We can’t wait seeing Ukraine 3rd time in this year, while going through as our longer journey begin!

Here’s the little sneak peak: