#Personalized tent rental

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How to Choose the Ideal Inflatable Tent for a Party

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How to choose the right inflatable tent on pagoda-tent.com Browse a wide range of styles and types On pagoda-tent.com, you'll find a wide variety of inflatable tent styles and options, whether you're looking for a tent for a birthday party, wedding, corporate event, or holiday celebration. Common styles include:

Dome inflatable tents: modern and stylish in appearance, perfect for large parties or corporate events, offering enough interior space for a stage, catering area and performance space. Cartoon themed inflatable tents: suitable for children's parties or fun events, with a unique look that can surprise the little ones. Transparent Inflatable Tent: With its simple and stylish design, this type of tent is especially suitable for weddings or romantic outdoor dinners. The transparent material allows guests to enjoy the beautiful scenery outside while enjoying the cozy atmosphere inside the tent. Choose the right size and capacity One of the most important considerations when choosing an inflatable tent is the size and capacity of the tent. Depending on the size of the event, you need to make sure that the tent will be able to accommodate all of your guests and provide enough space to move around. On pagoda-tent.com, you can find different sizes of tents depending on the number of guests. Here are some common suggestions:

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Tips for setting up and using the inflatable tent Quick inflation and fixing Inflatable tents are very easy to set up and are usually equipped with an electric air pump. All you need to do is to connect the pump to the power source and the tent will be inflated within minutes. In order to ensure the stability of the tent, it is recommended to

[hyuny-bunny]

｡���˚under the stars ｡⋆˚｡⋆. LK + HH

pairing: hyunho x fem!reader, hyunjin x reader, lee know x reader,

synopsis: camping with 9 people, 4 tents leaves you stuck with sharing a tent and bed with minho + hyunjin who fight for your attention

MNDI 18+: somnophilia, implied consent, thigh riding, kissing, groping, masturbation, fem!reader

part ii

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you can't recall to anyone raising questions at the wise idea it was to plan a trip with nine people without any consideration for the sleeping arrangements. of course there was gonna be some sacrifices made considering their couldn't possibly be 9 tents available for you each to have your own space and yet you were still shocked to find only 4 tents.

minho had the made the suggestion to organize a camping trip now that you all had an upcoming week of a completely free schedule. it wasn't often you had this so who were any of you to object ? it would start as early as 4am, rounding everyone into the rental van, an ungodly amount of luggage, and 8 unruly passengers who would be bouncing off the walls once 6am rolled around. the first few hours were quite, chan was driving and minho as the designated passenger princess offering directions and company as the only other person awake at 4am.

i'm the rows of seats behind were jisung who had already found the perfect angle to his pillow pressed against the window with drool slipping past his lips. felix also laid against changbins shoulder in a similar manner, opting to use his bicep as a make shift pillow. seungmin had his head tilted back against the seat and every so often waking up like a puppy fighting sleep. jeongin stayed leaned against the window watching the passing trees and rain droplets shower the window, once he was woken up he found it hard to sleep.

then there was you, directly behind the drivers seat with your own princess sleeping on your lap. hyunjin complained that if he slept on your shoulder, it'd cramp his neck too badly to sleep. so he spread himself out across 3 seats (yours included. it was only a matter of minutes it took for him to fall asleep aided by your hands running through his hair.

minho would glance back at every so often before giving you his cat-like grin then gesturing you hit hyunjin awake, forcing you to stifle a laugh. finally arriving to the camp grounds, you were fortunate enough to find minho had found a camp ground with luxury style tenting. all the tents had been set up perfectly, cutting out the labor of setting it up yourself. along with the tents were a plethora of chairs, a man made pit for fire, along with any other necessary camping amenities for cooking and survival. it was tucked away from the roads and next to a gorgeous lake with a breath taking view.

as everyone is unloading the bags from the car, it becomes apparent that the next standing conflict is the sleeping situation. you all stand in the center, surrounded by the 4 tents while everyone argues about who has first dibs and who has to sleep with who. eventually chan is directing seungmin and jeongin to one tent, felix and changbin to another, then the dilemma. the five you stand there staring at one another.

".... i think maybe we should give her own tent?" chan is the first to speak.

"hyung you want us to dog pile in one tent with 4 of us on one bed?" jisung turns to him with his arms crossed.

"i really don't mind sharing it's just-" you begin to say but end up cut off by two voices.

"i'll do it" "i'll do it"

your turn to find hyunjin and minho staring each other down, both surprised to hear the other offer to bunk with you.

"i think she can decide for herself who she wants to sleep with- i mean ! not sleep with but share SHARE i mean share." chan speaks up flustered as jisung laughs with a shaking head.

you feel your face growing warm with the way minho and hyunjin stare down at you, ironic given how the cold wind nips at your face.

"i uh... let me see how big the room is first." you say making a bee line for the tent furthest from. you can hear hyunjin and minho muttering something to each other when you brush past them.

you take a peak inside noting the bed size, the makeshift air mattress couch. you could sleep on that right ? they can have the bed and you could have the couch. you put your bag down on the outside portion, adjusting your scarf as you approach them. jisung had already taken his bag to the other tent, deciding his input was no longer needed by whatever decision you made.

"there's a blow up couch inside, i can sleep on that and they can take the bed so..."

"you're not sleeping on the couch? minho can sleep on the couch." hyunjin slaps minho's shoulder as he says while the person in question shoots him a death glare.

"are you sure you want those two in your tent? i'm sure one of them wouldn't mind sleeping in the tent with ji and me-"

"i'll sleep on the couch! really it's no problem." you interrupt chan's objection.

you couldn't say refuse either minho or hyunjin sharing the tent. part of you wanted to bunk with both of them, another part of you took comfort in not sleeping alone. you waived chan off saying it would be okay and watched hyunjin grab his bag bolting for the tent. chan reassured that if you wanted to kick one of them out, he'd gladly help.

minho looked at you asking you if you were really sure but you reassured him that it would be alright.

"you're still not sleeping on that couch, i'll drag hyunjin out by his hair if i have to make you sleep on the bed."

"i really don't think that'll be necessary."

"i beg to differ."

the two of you walked towards the tent to find hyunjin splayed out across the bed in a starfish position staring back gleefully. he leans off the bed to grab your wrist when you approach the night stand to plug in a charger.

"you'll keep me warm tonight?" hyunjin ask's in a flirty tone but is only met with a pillow minho has swatted at him.

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the lake was too cold to swim in but you and felix rolled up the ankles of your pants to dip just your feet in the water. the two of you collected pretty rocks before venturing off to find some twigs and branches to help start the fire for later tonight. minho being the vetted camper, had assembled and prepped everything for the barbecue. hyunjin sat perched on a rock enjoying the view of the lake and mountains surrounding. he had brought a retro camera, capturing some pictures and videos of you and felix sword fighting with twigs before seungmin killed the fun deciding to chase you with a muddy stick.

as night time approached, felix and you felt it would be best to step away from the lake, bundle up as the wind blew colder then before. for as isolated as the camp grounds was, this truly was more luxurious then most hotels. after a quick and very cold shower out door, you headed back to the tent to retrieve any and all heat that had left your body. layered in clothes sitting on the couch trying to warm up just the slightest before making the 10 ft journey to sit by the fire. minho came in taking in your shivering appearance.

"just a little cold?" he half laughs while looking in concern, you were already wearing sweats, a tank top, a long sleeve thermal, thick fluffy socks, a beanie, and the warmest/thickest sherpa jacket you owned.

"why does it look like it?" you ask through shivers. he's rummaging through a bag, he stops and pulls out a black knit sweater, extending his arm out to you.

"here, put this on." he says waiting for you to take it.

"i'm fine, ill warm up in a bit."

"please, just put it on. you're making me cold just by watching you shiver."

"but what about you? aren't you gonna be cold-" you're cut off by him walking over to you and kneeling in front. without missing a beat he pushes your jacket off the shoulders and is already bringing the open down on your head. he helps you put your arms through before pulling your hair out from the opening to readjust it.

your flustered at the gesture and truly speechless. minho had always been caring and really shows it in his actions so why should this be any less of surprise? he'd given you his jackets before when you were cold but this gesture felt more personal, romantic even. whatever it was, it made your heart swoon and your cheeks pink with blush. even as he fixes the loose hairs flying your face all you can focus on his the feel of his finger tips brushing against your face.

"better?" he asks, his eyes bore into yours before flickering down to your lips.

"yes. a lot better, thank you." you don't miss the way his ears are turning red, you can feel his breath fanning against you. fighting the urge to lean in and kiss him on the lips just for being so sweet. his hair falls over his eyes bit, you push a strand back with a feather touch that his him leaning into your hand. your hand stops momentarily on his cheek.

"what is taking so long ? i'm hungr-" the sound of hyunjin's voice cause you both to jump back a bit.

minho scrambling to his feet to grab his other jacket and head towards the entrance hyunjin stands at. you head feels dizzy at what happened, thinking about how you should've just kissed him. it's when hyunjin walks into your line of vision pull you both literally and metaphorically out of your thoughts.

"jagi sit with me! jeongin won't let me hug him so you're going to."

you don't have time to object before hyunjin has already pulled you down with him into the rocking chair loveseat. to anyone who didn't know you're friendship with hyunjin, you would've looked like a couple with the way his arm is thrown around you and pulling your legs to rest on top of his giving the ability to rock you both back and forth under the blanket. for as long as you had known hyunjin, he'd always been like this. he loved to hug, cuddle, and hold you but i guess there was no alarm bells to be rung when you noticed he didn't hold any of his other friends that were girls like this. it was clearly platonic and he felt comfortable, right?

minho and chan were grilling, you basked in the warmth of sitting next to hyunjin in the blanket. every once in a while you were reminded by the the fact that you were wearing minho's sweater since his cologne seemed to seep into the threads of the sweater. it smelled heavenly, his cologne was vanilla mixed with sweet tobacco but mixed with his own musk had your chest feeling like butterflies swarming where your heart should be. hyunjin so close to you didn't help either since he always smelled of florals and now the breeze of pine wrapped you in comfort, a state of melancholy. your nose twitched at the smell of the bbq, hyunjin clocked it giggling saying you looked like a bunny.

he retrieves a plate for you to both share and demands you feed him. his arms wrapped around your waist under the blanket, you take notice of the way minho stares down hyunjin with every bite you feed the drama queen, he only offers a smug smirk to minho. you spend some time around the fire talking, laughing, that is until seungmin decides now is the best time to start telling scary stories. unfortunately, as tough as you are about scary stories, you can't help the growing paranoia at every branch snap or twig snap. you're so engulfed in seungmins story you don't notice jisung has disappeared and is now currently crouched behind the love seat waiting to scare you.

you scream louder then you could've possibly anticipated when jisung grabs your shoulders from behind growling. hyunjin screams too pulling you closer, everyone else folds over in laughter. it only takes a moment for you to move out of hyunjins grip to chase jisung around the fire with a shoe in hand. you're only stopped by minho lifting you off your feet to keep you from further charging at jisung.

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as the fire burns lowly, everyone begins to make their way to the beds for the night. hyunjin and minho stand outside the tent to give you privacy while you change your clothes to sleep. you shed the layers keeping a tank top, minhos sweater and boxer briefs on. no matter how cold it was you could never sleep in pants or too many layers. they both make their way back into the tent noticing you attempted to make a bed out of the couch.

"....at least let hyunjin take the couch." minho says as you turn to find them both standing in shorts and t shirts.

"i promise ill be fine to sleep on the couch."

"just sleep in the bed with us?" hyunjin says, you both turn to him. he has a look on his face that says 'isn't this the obvious option?'.

"w-wouldn't it just be uncomfortable for you two ?" you ask. the thought crossed your mind but didn't want to be too forward, you had slept next to hyunjin like this before but it would be a new thing to sleep like this with minho let alone with the both of them.

"ahh its fine. besides minho can sleep in the middle." this earns hyunjin another death glare. so it was settled. no one was sleeping on the couch and you'd be sleeping between them ? it's fine it was only gonna be for a few nights. what could possibly happen?

you slept on your side, back towards hyunjin and facing minho who laid face up. it was a bit of stirring before you felt yourself drift. hyunjin had threw his arm around your waist and minho eventually turned to his side, you were too deep in sleep to have even noticed how close you had all been squished to gather. you hadn't even noticed that minhos thigh had pushed up against you between your legs and your own between his.

the room was peacefully quite with the only sound coming from the nearby lake and crickets tucked away in the grass. minho was a light sleeper so when he heard soft whimpers coming from you, he barely peeked his eyes open. your face was a bit scrunched but nothing to worry. he took a moment to take in how beautiful you looked with moon light barely peaking in, he could just make out the features of face in the darkness. he did notice hyunjins hand on you waist had made its way under your (his) sweater just laid atop over the curve your waist on top of the tank top.

as minho begins to reach over to remove hyunjin's hand, you stir a bit letting a louder whimper fall past your lips. he's afraid he's woken you up in his attempt to pry the hands of the other off you but when he feels movement below, he realizes that your legs are interlocked. minho is about to shift when he feels your hips moving around again but this time he feels it on his thigh.

minho looks down to find that you're practicing straddling his thigh at this point. he knows if he wakes you up, you'd just feel embarrassed. he should stop you but how can he when all he can do is focus on the way your hips are subtly shifting for friction against his thigh. the same thighs he caught you drooling over on far too many occasions for him not have fantasized what dirty things must've run through your head, surely enough this very moment of you grinding your cunt against his thigh was one of them.

your whimpers are becoming more erratic with every move, he feels himself growing harder with every brush of your own thigh pressing up against his strained cock. he tried to close his eyes like he was sleeping convinced this had to be a dream. his eyes shoot open when he hears a grunt that clearly isn't yours. he finds hyunjin now pressed closer to you then before and his hand have moved from the curve of your waist to groping your tit.

hyunjin was not the heaviest sleeper so enough movement could wake him up. he tried not to lay so closely to your back as the way you slept made it nearly impossible for his own hard on to stay at bay. as he fell into a wonderful sleep, he dreamt of you. of laying closely pressed to your backside and rutting himself against while you cried out his name. when he woke to hear your actual whimpers, it turned out that his dream state began to seep into reality as he had been grinding himself into you from behind with his hand groping your covered chest. this was wrong he should stop while he still can but clearly his dreamlike state hadn't left him just yet as he kept grinding his hard cock into your bottom pulling himself closer to be flush against you.

your boob felt so soft and warm under his hand even on top of the knit sweater. hyunjin's eyes shot open when he heard your gasp. he couldn't see it but your eyes were shot open wide at the realization you had been grinding against minho's thigh, he was already staring back at you with a pained expression. your hand was clutching the fabric of minhos shirt as your movements had stopped but there was no denying the reality of the situation. the fact that you had been grinding so hard against minho's thigh, his shorts had risen up and your owner brief shorts did nothing to hide the seeping wet spot.

"minho, i-"

now wasn't the time for explainations or apologies as minho quickly decided that would be a conversation for later, stopping your sentence to kiss you. his lips were soft against yours but his kiss was anything but. unlike you, hyunjin hadn't stopped his own movements. he continued to grind against you, moving his hands under the sweater, warm soft skin against his hand as he made his way back up to your chest and pressing his forehead against your shoulder. minho held your hips in place while scooting himself closer without breaking the kiss. your hand stayed clutching the fabric of his shirt as he pressed his thigh firm against your drenched cunt and ruined panties. he slipped his tongue past your lips rewarding himself with your moans and soft cries.

as you pull back from the kiss momentarily, the reality that hyunjin had been egging this moment on hits you as you realize his hand his fondling your chest. the moment you pull back from your kiss with minho, you take in how red his lips look even in the darkness, eyes twinkling with need. its only split second before you feel hyunjin's hand pushing you back into him and his own face coming into view, lips crashing down against yours. he's quick to pinch your nipple that has you gasping, he takes the opportunity to slip his own tongue against yours and drinking in your whimpers. minho is locked into the feeling of your continued movements down below, he almost doesn't notice your hand traveling down his abdomen to his crotch. his cock is straining hard against his shorts, helping you he guides your hand to lay just on top of the fabric outlined cock where you take no time to begin stroking him over the fabric.

hyunjin pulls back from the kiss, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips still, his attaches his lips to your neck sucking a hickey right below your ear as he feels desperate to for relief. he's picking up his pace rutting against your ass while minho goes back to guiding your hips. your cries are becoming louder as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach, your orgasm feels like wave about to crash down. you reach behind to hyunjin who his more than happy to slide your hand into his shorts guiding you to stroke him. you return the favor to minho sliding your hands down the front of his shorts earning a groan from the two of them.

blissed out on the feeling of your hand wrapped around their lengths, stroking them to their own orgasm. it only take a few strokes before their both spilling into the their shorts and painting your hands white with their cum. they both work quick to pushing you onto your back. hyunjin pulling your thighs apart and minho pushing your sweater up and over your chest. hyunjin makes good use of his fingers skidding them into the briefs gathering your slick on his fingers giving your clit a few circles before plunging one into your hole. your so warm and tight, it's everything he has ever dreamed of. his fingers are long, perfectly reaching the wet spongey spot inside that has your toes curling and crying out for more. minho on the other hand has one of your tits firmly in his grasps, massaging the warm flesh in his hand while his mouth latches on the other. he's not satisfied until your nipple has pebbled in his mouth before moving onto the next. once satisfied with their state he blows air onto them making you shiver and arch back in pleasure. he leaves a few hickeys across the top's of your breasts as to leave his mark behind, of course hyunjin shouldn't be the only one allowed to leave his mark. your orgasm is quickly approaching as hyunjin moves the heel of his palm against your clit and thrusting his finger even faster against your g spot. minho moves quick to kiss you again, capturing all your cries and moans against him as to save the rest of you from being caught by the others. your orgasm hits your hard as your legs stretch and toes curl against the mattress, body twitching as you cum down from the feeling and hyunjin's fingers ride you out through the orgasm almost leaving you too sensitive to touch.

so there the three of you laid out tired, wet, and messy. your briefs are ruined with your wetness, the other's shorts spoiled by their own cum. no one loves just laying in the silence, soft panting and small groans. minho looks over at you to find you've already drifted off to sleep, hyunjin picks up his head from the other side of you. he makes sure minho watches him bring his fingers up to his mouth before sucking and dragging them out with a quite sucking noise.

minho taking the high ground decides to ignore it to the best of his abilities getting up to change his soiled shorts, hyunjin follows suit to do the same. right as their slipping back into the bed with you centered. minho swiftly scoops the blanket and you to lay against him once more before shooting hyunjin a cocky grin.

this would only be the first mark of a very long weekend sharing a tent and bed with these two...

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part ii

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

Okay? Okay.

You end up needing to run a few errands at the same time Aegon has his weekly therapist's appointment, so you decide to drop him off and pick him up. But when he gets back in the car, he's desperate for affirmation. It seems the topic of his appointment was his parent's marriage

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x Reader (2nd person)

Warnings: kissing, car sex, semi-public sex, discussions of Vizzy T x Alicent, Aegon is actually pretty tame here suprisingly

This work is a part of my 12 Days of Smuff event! Read the rest here.

My Masterlist

Okay? Okay.

Prompt: Reassurance & Car Sex

It was a dreary day, the skies a light gray that seemed to suck the color out of everything. You knew it would only get grayer and drearier as the snowstorm grew closer and closer. But you had a few hours before it hit. Which meant you had to go to the grocery store to grab as much as you could amongst the chaos of every person in town trying to do the same thing you were.

And also, that you had to drive your boyfriend, Aegon, to his weekly therapy appointment, as he didn’t have a car equipped to handle winter road conditions.

He would never risk his precious wrapped BMW M8, which he called “Sunfyre,” like that. It wouldn’t leave the garage attached to your small rental if there was even a one percent chance of rain. Which meant it pretty much never left the garage.

Your 24-year-old Mazda5 – aka “Zoomie” – however, could handle anything.

Indeed, she made it to the therapy office without issue. You were about to gloat to Aegon when you saw the glum look on his face. “Hey,” you said softly, reaching to pat his shoulder. “You alright?”

Aegon looked at you, obviously not alright, but he shrugged and gave you a half-hearted smile. “Fine. Just rather be back at home, you know? I’m almost done with my Dark Urge run, so…”

You nodded, assuring him he’d have plenty of time to finish up once the storm blew in. He seemed to cheer up slightly at that and opened his door.

“Want anything from the store?” You asked as he was halfway out of the car.

Aegon thought for a moment, his eyes narrowing and one corner of his mouth curling up. Then, his entire face brightened. “Cosmic brownies?”

You laughed a little, leaning over the center console to kiss him one more time. “I’ll get two boxes, just to be safe.”

-

You’d nearly had to fight a woman to get the last two boxes of cosmic brownies, but when you pulled up to the therapy office again, they were sitting safely in the front seat. But when Aegon pushed off the wall and got back in the car, he just tossed them into the backseat with the rest of the groceries.

It threw you off for a second. Then you saw that Aegon’s eyes were distant and red-rimmed, and he staunchly refused your gaze.

“Aeg? What’s wrong?” You were instantly in protective girlfriend mode. Therapy was supposed to help him, and you’d never seen him come home in such a state before.

He shook his head, “I just…” you watched him sniffle and rub at his nose. “Hard session today, that’s all.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

The left side of his lips quirked up for only a second. “That’s what the therapy is for, babe.”

This wasn’t his usual humor – that usually had some hint of suggestiveness or immaturity. He was only this witty, or at least nearly so, when he was upset. Very upset.

“Aegon, please,” you said softly. He understood what was left unspoken – be serious.

He finally turned to you, his usually bright, joyful face drawn and tired. “Babe,” his hand tentatively reached out to yours. “Can we go somewhere else for this?”

You nodded and put the car in drive. “Yeah, we should go home anyway, the storm – ”

“Not home, either. Somewhere like, random.”

Though you weren’t sure what ‘random’ meant, you just started driving. Aegon never spoke, never commented on the winding path you drove through town. You heard a few sniffles and sharp breaths, but you never looked his way. He felt so fragile, like even a wrong look could shatter him. What the hell had that therapist talked about?

Eventually, you found yourself at a relatively secluded park, utterly abandoned in anticipation of the storm. You pulled the car into a parking spot, and waited.

By the time Aegon began, the first few snow flurries had started to fall.

“We talked about my parents today,” he started. “Not about my dad or any of his bullshit, but about both of them. Their relationship.”

That was a subject you hadn’t heard much about. You knew about his mother’s overbearing nature and the pressure she’d put on him his whole life, and about the distance that had always existed between him and his father. The favoritism Viserys always showed his elder half-sister. You could count on one hand the number of stories Aegon had told you where his father actually spoke to him.

But their relationship was never something he talked about. You were under the impression that there wasn’t one at all, really.

“My mom…” a glint of reluctant affection shone in his eyes. “She’s a lot younger than my dad. I don’t remember exactly, but I know it’s something like twenty-five, thirty years or so.”

You had always just assumed his dad looked so much older because he was so sick. This was just gross.

Aegon took your hand and squeezed. “Before they got married, my mom was Rhaenyra’s best friend.”

Super gross.

“That’s why they don’t get along. Rhaenyra thinks my mom seduced her father, and my mom felt abandoned by her best friend. But it’s more than that, I think… I think my dad did love my mom, at least at first. I can see it in their wedding photos. He even looked at me like he loved me, in pictures from when I was a baby.

“But after Helaena was born, he looked different. Like he was only with her at the hospital because he had to be, or that he was only at my third birthday party because someone had forced him to. I’m not sure what changed, but it did. My mom still cared about him, but to him, the rest of us were just like, a job or something.”

You grabbed his hand and brought it up to your lips to kiss. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

He shook your hand a little before continuing. “I don’t get why they stayed together. It only ever made the rest of us miserable. How Aemond and Daeron happened is honestly a mystery.”

Everything he was telling you sucked, sure. But he hadn’t started tearing up like he did when you first asked him what was wrong. So when he again went silent, you nudged him on. “Aegon?”

He took a deep breath and turned to you. “Are you going to get bored of me? Decide you don’t actually love me and just… treat me like he did?” Tears ran down his face faster than the snow falling outside your little car.

“Oh, Aegon,” you set your hands on his cheeks and pulled him close so you could kiss his forehead. “Never. I will never treat you like that. I will never get bored of you. I love you so much, Aegon.”

A sob escaped him at your words, and he draped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck as he cried. “I love you, too.”

You continued kissing all over his face as you whispered your reassurance repeatedly. Once he’d calmed, he started kissing you back. And since Aegon was Aegon, kissing could never just be kissing.

When he pulled you over the center console, you were very glad no one else was around – you weren’t graceful at all. But your embarrassment faded as Aegon's hands slipped beneath your leggings, one hand teasing your entrance while the other settled on your ass, guiding you in rolling against the harness growing in his pants.

“Can we get arrested for this?” He asked as he pushed your leggings down and frantically lowered his own sweatpants.

You sighed in delight as you sank onto his cock, savoring the stretch. He wasn’t the longest you’ve ever had, but he was thick, and it was wonderful. “We can, but only if someone sees us.”

He laughed, taking your bottom lip gently between his teeth and pulling slightly as he brought his hands to your waist to support you as you began to ride him slowly. “Thank the gods for the snowstorm, then.”

Words were quickly abandoned. At first, you’d wanted to take this slowly, to show him exactly how much you loved him. But Aegon wasn’t patient, and soon began thrusting into you as fast as he could, the car rocking beneath you.

Aegon came first, biting down on his shoulder to stop his screams. One of his hands dropped to your pearl and began rubbing furiously, until you screamed yourself and clamped down on his length, pulling a pitiful whine from him.

“You okay?” you whispered, holding him as close as you could.

Aegon smiled slightly. “I’m okay.”

Thanks to your activities, the car windows had fogged. You leaned over to wipe away the condensation and saw the snow falling harder now, the ground completely covered. “Okay, help me back up,” you commanded. “We’ve gotta get home quick.”

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, leaning back down to kiss your neck. “We can stay a little longer. Zoomie’ll plow through the snow to get us home.”

[nothingbutnowhere]

Paid In Full (18+)

The Apartment Anthology

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Contains: 18+, Unethical and creepy maintenance man!Simon, I don't know how else to put this but he comes on your toys in your shower when he enters your apartment for maintenance, come eating, if I missed anything lmk

It could be worse. Really, the building you live in isn't that old or in disrepair, just out of date. There's only been one thing you've needed to call maintenance for.

Despite this, you see the maintenance guy around a bunch, or at least his truck full of various tools and parts parked outside the buildings. The man himself proves to be elusive and you've only seen him when he came into your apartment to fix the heat. Tall, stoic, and handsome. Polite with his face mask and shoe covers. His eyes glance around your apartment, seemingly bored with the way his eyelids droop. Neither of you attempt small talk while he works and you stand awkwardly across the room. He scribbles down some info about the repair on a carbon copy sheet and tears one off for you, nodding when you thank him. His eyes travel down your body, making your genuine smile fade as you silently wish for him to leave.

It's the time when you don't see him in your apartment that causes an issue.

You're a person who likes to play solo. Regardless of whether or not you're getting laid, there's fun to be had in reveling in your imagination while you masteurbate.

And what better place to play than in the shower? Warm, steamy air, nice and wet and sensitive...

So not one or two, but three toys sit in the corner of your shower, their own little city line of dildo skyscrapers, varying in lengths and thicknesses.

Therein lies the problem. You usually keep them there. And why not? No roommates, the only one in there is you!

Until you're not.

You return to your apartment one day to a pink slip sitting innocently on your bathroom counter. The scribble you can barely make out reads: Ceiling fixed- upstairs bathroom tub leak, with the date and an illegible signature.

Your face drains of blood as you look over and see the open shower curtain.

Without a doubt the maintenance guy saw your toys.

Well it's time to leave the country and change your name and start a new life.

But something catches your eye. You step over to the tub and take a closer look. Lines of white streak the toys, some sort of liquid running down them.

That's- no. There's no way. That can't be come.

Against better judgment you reach out tentatively, pointer finger sliding through the mess, which sticks to you when you pull back.

You look at the slip clenched in your other hand. At the bottom, something is written directly on it in pen:

6pm for payment

Ok first of all that's not how that works, and second of all: fuck. He has a key. And you've seen him before, he's huge and muscular enough he can definitely pull the chain right out of the wall if you used it to keep him out. You're screwed. You're going to have to leave the country, this time for another reason. You should march right down to the rental office and demand to be let out of the lease. You should be grabbing your emergency bag and going to stay with a friend. You should be filing for a fucking restraining order.

But you're frozen, breaths ragged and loud in the enclosed space and your heart pounds in your chest so hard it nearly rattles your ribcage. The- stuff- on your finger is a glossy, milky white. You definitely should not be touching it. But you have to admit that deep down the real come (and not your own) on the toys looks good.

You stick your finger in your mouth.

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I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

Part 2

More Simon

So This amazing fic jogged a memory of the maintenance guy seeing my toys in the shower- mortifying btw- so naturally I decided to extrapolate into a fic. Because I'm totally normal!

[caralara]

Hi!!! You went to the PinkPop Festival? How was it? I love reading fan experiences of Louis' shows (if you want to share of course if you don't ignore my ask).

Hiiii! Yes I did!!

So I have to say after the first day I absolutely hated everything and wanted to go home, and never wanted to do another festival again 😭

Our parking lot was cancelled the evening before we drove all the way to the Netherlands, the car rental didn’t have our car so we had to choose between a fiat 500 and an electric car to get us four plus camping equipment there - so I drove 9 hours, we arrived past midnight, had to set up the tent in the rain past midnight and I had to walk 45 minutes with my stuff after parking the car SOMEWHERE.

It rained the entire first day, but we wanted to go see Kawala because I had seen them open for Giant Rooks in Stockholm and Prague and they were lots of fun! Even though they were on first. I also met them on the festival grounds!! They’re really sweet, well, Daniel and Ben are, the main singer isn’t really my vibe tbh haha.

Then I went to go see Yungblud and DAMN! What a great show!! The energy is amazing, his voice and show is amazing, he came down to the barricade to sing with the fans and after the show he came back again and took time to take photos and talk to the fans. I was really impressed and started listening to more than just the one song I knew!

After I went back to the tent because I was utterly exhausted and completely freezing in the rain. Everything was muddy and our tents and sleeping bags were wet bc they couldn’t withstand all that rain. It was so disgusting. I was sad that I missed Måneskin and Avril Lavigne, but I was physically not able anymore.

Next day we didn’t manage to get to the entrance as early as we wanted to so the gates were already opened and we went straight to Louis’ stage, we slowly managed to get to the third row with people leaving after the sets, which was great.

First act was Joost Klein, and the vibe was so cool bc he had so much fun, it was completely crazy and the Dutch went NUTS! I actually enjoyed the Beatles cover band after him, but my friend fainted so I had to get out and stayed with her a bit at the medics centre before going back in. I didn’t enjoy Froukje so much to be honest, but it was the last act before louis!!

So I celebrated my birthday that weekend and when louis came on stage— the pit was PACKED and the crowd was sooo loud and all the non fans were so shocked the audience was so engaged at 6 pm haha! He looked incredible, and it was so fun to see him perform during the light of the day!! Steve didn’t even have a top on when they came out and that was awesome.

I had a bit of space and very small people in front of me so right at the beginning louis made eye contact with me and I gassed him up and he pointed back at me in a similar manner and it felt so special to get to interact with him again, it’s been a long six months without him 🥲

He was very focused on getting the singing right and tbh I think this was definitely one of his better shows when it comes to the singing haha, but it did make him a bit held back and stiff.

And although I understand that he chose to sing three 1D songs bc that’s what non-fans would recognise and be more inclined to look him up, I would’ve personally preferred tk her more of his solo stuff. The intros and arrangements have been changed a bit from when I saw him late last year, so it took a little while to actually believe it that he chose to sing 7 lmao, I was so “no it can’t be??” That I didn’t recognise it properly. During the teenage wasteland interlude he was going nuts again and he liked that, nodding to me hehe.

I also thought he wouldn’t come down to barricade, but he did although it was an awfully long way!! And then he was just gone and it felt like something had happened? And everyone was confused and no one applauded or cheered bc it was so confusing that suddenly he wasn’t there anymore.

After that I was super exhausted but happy!

We went to see Nothing But Thieves after and OH MY GOD I fell in love immediately and have been obsessively listening to their songs and I’m so glad I saw them life!! Conor looked soooo cool and comfortable on stage and with the crowd, we were seriously impressed.

Calvin Harris had a big nostalgia factor in it for me for my clubbing days in the 2010s 🥲 but it was a bit boring besides that bc he literally just DJs.

The last day was another early start for Sea Girls, I didn’t listen to them much bc I skipped the London show where they opened for louis last tour, but they were a lot of fun! And I’ve been listening to some of their songs as well.

After I went to see The K’s, they were charming but had some tech problems, and surprise! Andrew Cushin’s sound tech also did their sound! So we missed meeting him for a beer but he let us know that The K’s had a gig in my hometown the next day so I promised I’d try driving back super quickly to make it in time for their gig (I did lol and went for Kebap with them as well and tbh the front singer is a bit of a dick, but the guitarist was really sweet!).

We only half listened to Loreen which wasn’t really my thing and to James Arthur, who is super pretty? And had a great voice but I was so exhausted and frankly needed some alone time.

And then honestly the grand finale.

Hozier came on stage and maybe it’s something about the tonality of his voice with the way his guitar sounds? But it went straight into the back of my skull, down my spine and turning into violent goosebumps. I basically cried through his entire set but not bc I wasn’t feeling well or was sad I was just so emotionally overwhelmed by how physical and spiritual I felt his music right there live. It really was such a treat hearing him, and he seems sooo gentle and he’s sooo tall, and he brought out Ed Sheeran for Work Song which was crazy! The tears just wouldn’t stop coming.

And then Ed Sheeran was also insane. I was already still sort of one bump from being back to crying and he just was on stage alone?? Just him his guitar and his looper??? I was SO impressed. And he was very emotional, too. But calm. And I just cried about everything again, the songs, what he said about his wife, then little seven-ish year old boy so happy to be there and on his dad’s shoulders to see Ed, the friendship groups that held each other and the couples that enjoyed it together. It was a really beautiful experience and I felt so fucking grateful for the fact that I can enjoy music so haptically, that I get to have the ability to feel it SO deeply and that live music is gorgeous.

Thank you for asking lovely! I’m sure you just wanted to know about louis, but I really wanted to talk about all the acts I saw at Pinkpop!

[fallen-shooting-star]

*Suddenly, there’s a person rolling up on a rental scooter. (It’s Mira.)*

Hi! You guys must be Mason and Mabel!

*Mira would find the twins at a makeshift camp... if you count a camp as a tent. There were a few cupcakes in a container, as well as a few other snacks. Most have been dug into by now.

Mabel, now donning her new wooper sweater, noticed Mira, and gave a wave. Noodle the shiny Wooper was also nearby, staring at Mira. Yeesh that staring into your soul look was even more potent in real life.*

"Hey! Yeah that's us, but he usually goes by Dipper."

[melhindips]

The displaced person is required to survive the months of next fall To cover his family and protect them from the cold and the coming winter Wanted to pay for a good tent 700 US dollars Or one shader costs 100 US dollars

The lowest rent for an apartment or rental 1400 US dollars

Ok, where do people pay from? You get money and the situation stands still

Where does the displaced person find it?

From water, food, medicine, institutions, money changers, and merchants

🌟I was verified by PaliLiberation Family#132

[mega-pixie-dream-girl]

Snowed In - Part II

1996

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x f!reader

Summary: When a festival gets canceled for inclement weather, Y/n–the young guitarist from an up and coming band selected to tour with Megadeth–is stuck at a vacation rental. Her bandmates get stuck in town and Dave comes back just in time to get snowed in together with her. Dave doesn't mind showing her a few tips and tricks on the guitar, but there is another tune a-hum between them.

𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢: power dynamic/mentorship, Dd/lg, age gap, size

read Part I here

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Setting the guitar aside carefully, my heart raced as the light from the fireplace danced on our skin. Dave’s wanting fingers pulled on me, exploring between the waistband of my jeans and my hip bones. Drunk on his arms wrapped around me, I melted warm and wet on his lap, a helpless mess at his mere caresses as his hardness rocked slowly against me from behind in his skin-tight jeans. The intensity of his gaze down over me felt like a dare, I would do anything to please him. I trusted him to take care of us on this tour and here he was, personally returning to this stupid snowed-out stop on our tour to make sure I was ok as a blizzard rolled in. For weeks I had imagined his teasing touches stretching a few moments longer, a few inches lower, a few movements deeper, brushing away the intrusive thoughts that perhaps he treated all of his women friends this way. But now his hardness against my seat was enough for me to know he wanted me too. Dave Mr. Rockstar Mustaine–who had groupies hanging on him at every after party and who had access to some of the biggest musicians in rock and roll–had been worried I might need hot cocoa and was now whispering in my ear after teaching me some new guitar riffs.

"That’s right babygirl… let me teach you how much harder and faster we can play. I know just how to get you there." His lips trailed up to my jawline leaving gentle marks, his fingers moving to my jean button as I sat on his lap. Every bump of my zipper as he unzipped me was like a hum against my heat while my flesh burned up in the wake of his lips, licked by the cold air. His hand was in my pants before my own lips had time to part, as he began to slowly rub me on top of my panties.

"M’nghh Dave… mmm" I breathily cooed in pleasure.

"Let me hear you baby. I can’t get enough of your sounds… the lil noises you make when you play solos… m’uggh… I can hardly control myself around you when you play."

"m’soo close," I whine.

"Already? We’re just warming up. So sensitive, huh?" He smirked, pulling his hand away.

"But Dave, pleeease?" I whine.

His large hands beckoned at my hips for me to turn around in his lap and straddle him, his hardness rubbing against me as I obeyed, making my heat ache for his touch even more.

"Much better view." He dropped his eyes to my bare chest, his pupils drinking in every detail as I arched closer to him in the cold. 

"Chilly?" he asked softly, thumbing my erect nipples.

"Mmhm" I nodded.

"Mmmm we can fix that."

Dave hugged his arm around my back as he stood, my legs wrapping around him. He carried me closer to the fire, gently placing me on the carpet before eyeing a blanket on the loveseat and bringing it over.

To my surprise, he wasn’t done. Suddenly, the living room was rearranged, throw pillows surrounding us and the blanket tented overtop us from the coffee table to the bookshelves–our own small fort collecting the warmth of the fire as the gusty winds whistled and rapped at the windows. 

The radio played softly in the background.

"8 INCHES IN CLARY COUNTY. BEEP BEEP BEEP POWER REMAINS OUT FOR THE FOLLOWING…"

"Mmmm your body is so gorgeous, something about seeing you in the light of the fire makes me want to fuck you like a fucking caveman." He said with a stupid grin, dropping his body next to mine before pulling me to the floor with him. 

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

He was such a goofball sometimes but I was desperate to feel his body on mine. I fell into his embrace, tugging up on the hem of his t-shirt until he quickly pulled it off of himself, his pecs so curved and his abs so broad. I had seen his chest so often before backstage, but always casually–his carefully buttoned shirt teasing his chest before the show or his sweaty, bare torso as he sauntered offstage catching his breath at the end of the night–now I would never be able to satiate my desire with anything less than this pressure of his muscles against my breasts.

"Mmmm you are so warm it feels so good." I purred.

He growled into my neck, his hair falling around me, surrounding me in a cloud of ambrette and the faint scent of cigarettes, and mixing with the warm hickory emanating from the fireplace.

"How often do you think about me?" He whispered, nipping at my chest.

"I-I haven’t–I mean, I think you are amazi–I mean I-" I scrambled.

"You think I haven’t noticed your talents?" He said pulling back, looking at me unblinking.

My cheeks flushed–had he actually noticed my little efforts to entice him? 

"All of this?" He said, brushing a hair out of my face. "And every time you stuck these in my face?" He smirked, lowering his hand to my breast.

I looked down, my lips curling, knowing I had been caught.

He chuckled, his eyes softening. He caressed my cheek. 

"Oh, I’ve noticed. And don’t think I haven’t thought about this before." He smirked, drawing a line down to my navel. "Sweetheart…"

Gazing back up at him, his eyes were waiting for mine, sultry and heavy. He leaned into my ear whispering low, "I wanna make you feel so good, baby. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this… how long I’ve thought about you at night, alone in my cabin on the tour bus… while you are such a fucking tease."

The tempo of his breath picked up. Suddenly my confidence cracked–everything I had dreamt of him, of us, was in this moment–what if I wasn’t what he was expecting? I knew he wanted me right now, but I could hardly imagine him, cock in hand, red and worked up on the road, thinking of me. Sure, I was pretty, "pretty", I was just Y/n–not a pinup, not an aspiring actress... My hands were smaller and softer than his, but they were still more callused than the girls always hanging on his lap… 

"Dave I–but I’m not like the girls I see you with…"

Dave immediately pulled back, a look of confusion on his face.

"What? No, you’re a million times better than those girls. You’re intelligent and talented and kind and beautiful and…" He paused for a moment, a smile appearing on his face. "And you’re a little bit shy. Do you have any idea how cute it is when you blush, sweetheart?" He continued, "...maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about you…" He quickly searched my face before pulling my face to his.

Our lips met, grazing across the soft red flesh and mapping the contours as time stopped, save for the rhythm of our breath. I felt his hand tilt my chin up into his tender kisses before he delicately drew along the inside of my lips with his tongue.

"Y/n…" he moaned lightly into my mouth as I arched my hips into his, shifting against his arousal. I raked my fingers through his hair as he nipped at my lower lip.

"Mmmm… fuck ...you’re perfect. You’re so damn perfect." He mumbled against my lips, his hand slowly trailing down tickling my side, finally returning his attention to my panties.

"EMERGENCY VEHICLE ACCESS LIMITED IN MONROE COUNTY. BEEP BEEP BEEP CURFEW IN EFFECT FOR…"

"Dave… I want to make you feel good too…"

"Mmm… you already make me feel good. You make me feel so much better than all those girls ever could." He mumbled against my lips.

"But… if you want to make me feel good, I’m not gonna stop you. Go ahead, sweetheart. Do whatever you want with me…"

I let his hands guide me, anchoring me into his pleasure while he rubbed my clit over my panties. I moved my own hands down, tugging at his belt loops to pull his cock nearer to me.

"Mmm… that’s it, love. You need me close to you, don’t you? You need to feel me against you, don’t you?" He grunted.

"I want to feel your cock m’sooo bad, Dave…"

"Say it again"

"I want to feel your cock pleaase Dave…"

"You are such a tease. Beg for it."

"Dave…" I whine. "It feels so hard against me…"

"Tell me what you want… we have all night…" he replied smugly, rocking his hips against me.

"I want your cock inside of me Dave m’so bad…"

Dave sat up, quickly removing my jeans and panties and tossing them aside before doing the same to his own and positioning himself over top of me. His cock was bigger than I had imagined, even in his large hands as he stroked himself a few times getting ready for me, slick with precum. His eyes raked over me with a look of hunger as he lined himself up. "Ready, sweetheart?"

I nodded.

I moaned as he sunk his cock into me deep with a single stroke, pausing to let me adjust to his size, his breath catching in his chest.

"Mm fuuuck… m’you are so tight…" He said breathily

I nodded again, lips parted, letting him know it was ok to start moving.

He started slow, but I could feel the restraint in his body, his desire welling up in his grip as pleasure grew in my heat. I couldn’t help but gasp as he thrust in and out of me, his teeth gritting as he held back.

"Mmmm oh–Dave–you’re so deep… you feel so good…" I moaned.

Dave cursed beneath his breath as I grinded into his movements.

He began moving faster, the heat inside my stomach growing.

"Dave… don’t stop!" I moaned.

He growled, his thick abs curling over and over to sink him into me, bottoming out.

I gasped as he stretched me around his hardness.

"You feel so fucking good Y/n… m’ugh so wet on my cock…" His said, his eyes rolling back in his head with ragged breaths.

His hands snaked up under my breasts, tracing and caressing my moon-like softness.

"Mmmm that turns me on so much…" I whine.

"Mmm, yeah? You like that?" He said, his voice deep and seductive, a smirk playing on his lips as he thumbed lightly around my nipples as they bounced with his movements before squeezing me in his hand.

I nodded needily.

"Mmm… good girl." 

I felt myself begin to clench around him as the burning pleasure coiled up in me.

"m’so close…" I whined.

"Come for me… I got you… come on my cock, sweetheart…" He said, his voice deep and needy. He planted sloppy nips and kisses on my neck, sucking deep marks, the mix of pain and pleasure driving me wild.

"Fuck… Dave…"

He picked up the pace, his own moans dancing in my ears. His hips started to become more erratic and soon his thumb was rubbing my clit. I couldn’t contain the wave of pleasure as it came over me, pulsing around him and moaning his name.

"Y/n… oh fuck… oh fuck.. Fuck…" his voice low and guttural as his cock bucked in me, shooting his warm load. 

He collapsed on top of me, his arms, scooping me into him as his back rose and fell against my embrace, hot and slick with sweat.

"Mmm… yeah, m’holy… wow…" he mouthed into my neck as he tried to catch his breath.

"...MAYOR ANNOUNCES STAY-AT-HOME ORDER FOR THE NEXT 48HRS IN…"

I couldn’t help but lightly bite his shoulder, my teeth grazing his freckled skin.

Dave let out a low moan. He lifted his head and looked down at me with a mix of surprise and amusement on his face.

"Did… did you just bite me?" He asked, his voice still a little bit breathless from before, but now with a hint of a laugh.

I smiled against him, humming on his skin as he pulled me closer, him twisting his face playfully and biting back at my nose.

"Hungry?" I asked him, jokingly.

"Oh, I’m definitely hungry, sweetheart." He said, his tone turning husky. He leaned in closer, pulling my body into his as he looked at me in the dancing firelight. "But we have all night for snacks… right now I want you…"

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part II based on my submission for #mustainegfcontest1

[pagoda-inflatable-tents]

3 person inflatable tent: a lightweight and comfortable outdoor choice

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Comfortable interior space Three-person inflatable tents are usually designed with a reasonable layout of the interior space to provide ample sleeping and moving space for three campers. The interior of the tent is usually divided into resting and storage areas, ensuring that each camper has enough personal space to store their gear and enjoy a comfortable resting environment. In addition, inflatable tents are designed to be more flexible, with vents and windows added as needed to ensure air circulation and temperature regulation inside the tent.

Strong and durable materials Three-person inflatable tents are usually manufactured with high-quality waterproof and windproof materials to ensure that the tent is able to cope with a wide range of outdoor weather conditions. The outer material of the tent is mostly thickened waterproof polyester or PVC, which provides good resistance to tears and UV rays. In addition, the tent's inflatable support structure is specially designed to remain stable in strong winds, making it ideal for a wide range of camping environments such as high mountains and beaches.

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Choose a three-person inflatable tent at pagoda-tent.com Browse a wide range of tent options At pagoda-tent.com, you'll find a wide selection of three-person inflatable tents, ranging from basic to advanced models. Whether you're a seasoned camper or a newcomer to the outdoors, there's a tent model on the site to fit your needs. Common tent types include:

Basic 3-Person Inflatable Tent: Ideal for short trips and light camping trips, it usually has a simple design with a focus on portability and ease of pitching. Premium three-person inflatable tents: suitable for longer camping trips and harsher environments, with greater resistance to wind and water, and with extra storage space and comfort features such as internal hooks and light stands. Choosing a tent based on camping needs When choosing a three-person inflatable tent, campers should base their choice on their needs. If you plan to camp during the spring and summer seasons, choosing a tent with good ventilation will ensure comfort at night. For winter camping or high altitude activities, it is recommended to choose a tent with stronger insulation and windproof performance. In addition, pagoda-tent.com offers a wide range of customization options that allow you to tailor the colors, sizes, and additional features to your personal preferences, ensuring that you choose the perfect tent for your outdoor needs.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

New Rule: Whoa, Canada | Real Time with Bill Maher

And finally, New Rule. If we want to save our country, we should follow the advice good liberals have given for decades and learn from other countries.

Especially those beacons of progressivism like Canada, England, and Scandinavia, and I agree we should, as long as we're honest about the lessons we're learning. And as long as we're up to date on the current data. Such as, the unemployment rate in the US is 3.8 percent. And in Canada, it's 6.1. And of the 15 North American cities with the worst air pollution, 14 are in Canada.

I'm not citing these stats because I have it out for Canada. I love Canada, and its people, and always have, but I hate zombie lies. Zombie lies. That's when things change but what people say about them doesn't. Yes, for decades, places like Vancouver, and Amsterdam, and Stockholm seemed idyllic, because everything was free and all the energy we needed was produced by riding a bike to your job at the windmill. Canada was where all the treasured goals of liberalism worked perfectly. It was like NPR come to life but with poutine.

Canada was the Statue of Liberty with a low-maintenance haircut and cross-country skis. A giant idealized blue state with single-payer health care, gun control, and abortion on polite demand. Canada was where every woke White college kid, wearing pajama pants outdoors who'd had it up to here with America's racist patriarchy, dreamt of living someday. I mean, besides Gaza.

There's only one problem with thinking everything's better in Canada. It's not. Not anymore anyway. Last year, Canada added 1.3 million people, which is a lot in one year. The equivalent of the US adding 11 million migrants in one year. And now, they are experiencing a housing crisis even worse than ours. And we're sleeping in tents. The median price of a home here is 346 grand, in Canada, converted to US dollars, it's 487. If Barbie moved to Winnipeg, she wouldn't be able to afford her dream house and Ken would be working at Tim Hortons. And because of mortgage debt, Canada has the highest debt to GDP ratio of any G7 nation. I don't know what that means, but it sounds bad.

So does their vaunted health care system, which ranks dead last among high income countries in access to primary health care and ability to see a doctor in a day or two. And it's not for lack of spending. Of the 30 countries with universal coverage, Canada spends over 13 percent of its economy on it, which is a lot of money for free health care.

Look, I'm not saying Canada still isn't a great country. It is, but those aren't paradise numbers. If Canada was an apartment, the lead feature might be "America adjacent." And if America was a rental car, Canada would be "America or similar."

And again, honestly, Canada, I'm not saying any of this 'cause I enjoy it. I don't, 'cause I've always enjoyed you. But I need to cite you as a cautionary tale to help my country. And the moral of that tale is, "Yes, you can move too far left." And when you do, you wind up pushing the people in the middle to the right. At its worst, Canada is what American voters think happens when there's no one putting a check on extreme wokeness.

Like the saga of Canadian shop teacher, Kayla Lemieux, whose pronouns are she/her and those. Kayla is now back to being a guy named Kerry, but two years ago when "they" showed up to teach children, the progressive high school "they" taught at said that they-- They, the school, not the person. Really? You couldn't have found another word? We were using that one. Anyway, okay. They were committed to a safe environment for gender expression. Safe for who? What about the children? What about the equipment in that shop class?

You know, there was once a weirdo D-list movie producer in the '60s named Russ Meyer who made low-budget B movies like Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! And Beyond the Valley of the Dolls. Always featuring women who look like this. His movies played in porn houses and were featured in Hustler and Playboy. Okay, fine, but who says, "No, when it comes to huge, ridiculous tits, let's save that for the kids."

And this is why people vote for Trump. They say in politics, liberals are the gas pedal and conservatives are the brakes, and I'm generally with the gas pedal, but not if we're driving off a cliff.

On the trans issue, America is no ands, ifs, or buts about it, absolutely alone in the world now. An outlier country. Last month, England's National Health Service announced that there's "not enough evidence to support the safety or clinical effectiveness" of puberty blockers for third graders, and that they were going to stop fumbling around with children's privates, because that's Prince Andrew's job.

So too with all the other good place countries in direct opposition to America's choice to affirm children's wishes on switching gender, no matter the age or psychiatric history. The Far Left, which always like to use, "Well, Europe does it." Yeah, no, that doesn't work on this one anymore.

Or on immigration. Sweden opened its borders to over a million and a half immigrants since 2010. And now 20 percent of its citizens are foreign-born and its education system is tanking, and it has Europe's highest rate of gangland killings. And one result is that the far-right parties are in the government now there for the first time.

To which liberals say, "Blaming immigrants for the rising crime rate is racist." Yeah, but is it true? Of course, it's true. It's not a coincidence. The quality of life went down after the Somali gangs started a drug turf war using hand grenades.

Calling it "racist" doesn't solve the problem. It hands future elections to someone who will solve the problem, and who, I promise, you're not going to like.

==

For the record, I've said literally all of this, including making the comparison of flying off a cliff if you rely entirely on the gas pedal. Just saying.

When Trump takes office again, and he will, people will act stunned and ask, "how could this have ever happened?"

[princehendir]

How did the post breakdown situation of Adrian living with Fenris (iirc) start? who’s. Idea was that. deeply traumatized roomies I’m dying to know more (if you’re comfy w it) -mabari-enthusiast

So the first thing you need to know is that Adrian moving out of the Estate was a very sudden thing and not really like, planned. He stormed out of the house while him & Leandra were arguing (again) (it was bad this time) (Adrian felt like he Had To Get Out Of Here Immediately or else he was going to snap for real) and then realized he was not emotionally capable of going back so he just... didn't.

And on the night he stormed out he happened to bump into Fenris, who was on his way back home from a job. They made some extremely awkward "hi, how are you" conversation (Adrian was visibly distressed and hiding it very poorly) (also they weren't really friends at this point they just sort of knew each other. And Fenris hadn't seen him since before he left for the Deep Roads & still had siblings so it's. Y'know.), which becomes "where are you off to this time of night?" -> Adrian realizes he hasn't thought about it -> "are you okay?" -> I've been better -> "it's not really my business, Hawke, but I think it's a really bad idea for you to be walking around aimlessly, clearly upset, unarmed, in the middle of the night" -> yeah I agree -> "maybe you should go home?" -> Can't -> "okay well that's none of my business. Do you want to come in for a little bit so you can collect yourself?" -> yeah but it won't be for very long I promise. I don't want to put you out. 20 minutes, tops.

Adrian immediately fell asleep on his couch and slept for 10 hours straight. And then after he finally woke up he tried to apologize by cleaning up a little before getting really worried that Fenris would take him doing that as an (*cough* admittedly deserved) criticism of his living space and then freaked himself out and left. It was a deeply mortifying experience for him, but for Fenris it was just kind of a weird thing that happened.

Adrian spent the next couple of weeks like, couch surfing basically. Mostly alternating between crashing at Varric's place and the clinic, but also a couple of night's at Elegant's and a few individual nights on Fenris' couch again, on purpose and prearranged this time because now that Adrian's spending all this time at the Hanged Man they bump into each other a lot more often and Adrian keeps paying for his drinks because he's still embarrassed and wants to apologize. Fenris does think this is weird but he also isn't going to stop him.

Anyways. They kind of hang out now.

Eventually Adrian is like "okay, I can't keep living like this." And he is tentatively working things out with Leandra at this point but also knows that things will just start to deteriorate again if he goes back to living with her rn, so moving back to the Estate is not an option. He feels weird taking advantage of Varric's hospitality any more than he already has (and Varric would never let him pay rent so he would feel bad about it the whole time), Anders isn't an option because again, he would feel bad & weird about it, also they would kill each other. Elegant would absolutely let him rent one of her spare rooms but she lives in kind of an odd out-of-the-way part of Hightown so ye olde commute would suck + there's some other personal baggage in there, so it's not really ideal but he also doesn't know very many people and the other rental opportunities in Hightown are generally kind of, sketch, so it might be his only option.

"Yeah Red, that's rough. Too bad we don't know anyone who lives in a huge mansion all alone, conveniently close to your mother, who you already get along with, and could definitely benefit from a consistent couple of silvers every month but won't take charity. That would just solve all your problems at once." <- quote from Varric Tethras

He has to say that like three times before Adrian completely independently comes up with the idea to ask Fenris if he can rent one of his rooms. An arrangement that Fenris was already primed to be receptive to because Isabela said to him something along the lines of "yeah honestly what would probably improve your situation the most would be a consistent passive income of some sort. It's too bad we don't know any functionally homeless new money guys who come with the added bonus of being someone who cleans when they are upset and is in the middle of a breakdown of some sort so is therefore cleaning all of the time (you live in a hovel btw)"

"The living room is looking nice lately" <- quote from Fenris

(I can neither confirm nor deny whether Varric & Isabela were in cahoots on this. They may or may not have coordinated offscreen. Impossible to say)

So that's how that happened, basically.

[dcbbw]

WIP Wednesday 5.3.23

Happy Hump Day, tumblrs! I feel as if I have been MIA for a hot minute, but as usual it’s life getting in the way. I’m adulting for a lot of folks in my life right now, which doesn’t leave much time for Robin and what she wants to do. Toss in a job search, a carpal tunnel flare-up, and a car accident (no injuries, cosmetic damage which requires more time (it gonna take effort and rental car set-up to  make my baby pretty again) and a deductible), and … yeah.

However, I am working as best I can on getting stories out of my head and onto the screen; not a lot of snippets but plenty of synopses below the cut if anyone is interested.

Gossip Girls (inspired by CFCW’s #YouGoGirl event): No way will I finish this story by May 4 (Star Wars Day, yay!), hence the “inspired by”.

Queen Riley of Cordonia is having a much-needed, long-awaited brunch with her girls Annabelle Parsons and Yu the Chinese Waitress. There’ll be virgin mimosas, reminiscing on how their friendships began, decent food, a Riam Riley-style breakdown of the Princes’ true parentage, and Riley the Single Mother dealing with three boys who have no idea of public decorum. TCW’s Princess Marguerite may or may not make an appearance.

Fingers: For #WorldWhiskeyDay, this is a compilation of PB characters with a common denominator using liquor to soothe hurts, douse anger, and celebrate milestones.

Waiting Room (#Not Choices):  Pop culture icon Jerry Springer and the woman behind the catalyst of the Civil Rights Movement, Carolyn Bryant died on the same day. What if the Ringmaster and the Architect found themselves alone in the afterlife’s waiting room and held a conversation while awaiting the ultimate judgement?

A/N: This story will deal with mature subject matter and may contain offensive language (racial slurs apropos of the time period). This may or may not be posted here on tumblr; expect appropriate tagging and warnings if it is.

Eat Pray Love (tentative title) This is an ambitious what-if where Riley leaves Cordonia after the latest attack by the Sons of Earth. With Drake. The King of Cordonia and his Queen prepare to battle a new foe who is determined to unseat them, and only one person can help them. But will they?

Untarnished Silver: A celebration of King Liam and 25 years of Rys rule by the country, it’s citizens, family, and friends.  

I also have other irons in the fire: Object of Affection, Chapter 6 of the DC AU series, The Poisoned Apple, UnRomance non-con, and possibly Thievery Corporation, the first chapter of Catch Me if You Can (a gang of art thieves matching wits with Interpol; #it’s choices), chapter 2 of Streets of New York, and chapter 2 of One Night Stand.

I do hope everyone is well, or at least making it through okay. Life can be hard and come at you fast. Take care of you, okay? Updates (if not full-blown chapters/stories) will be posted as they become available.

See you soon!

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[androgynealienfemme]

" March 20, 1991 Dear Joan: The spirit moves: 1950. For those who do not remember 1950, let me set the stage: television existed and I had seen it on display in a store but didn't know anyone who owned one. Sex existed, but no one talked about it, except in euphemisms: she's "that way" or "you know" meant a woman was pregnant; she "does things" meant she had sex; she "does things to other girls" meant she was gay. The word homosexual was used only in newspapers in "were-arrested" stories, all of which referred to men.

I was never called a lesbian. We were "queers" or "perverts" or the worst group-you-wouldn't-want-to-be-caught-dead-with: "dykes." And we were also arrested, but it never made the papers- I guess because it was so ordinary, not newsworthy.

The word butch was used to describe mannish behavior. She walks butch, she thinks butch, she looks butch, but I do not recall she is a butch. A tough-acting woman in man's clothes was called a butch diesel. I desperately wanted to be a butch diesel.

This would be a great accomplishment for a sixteen-year-old suburban kid, cruising weekends in the village. I had been in "the life" on the streets- it wasn't enough. I wanted to go into the butch diesels bars, to be accepted as one of them. They were tough, cocky, sure of themselves. They intimidated by their very existence. And they never ended up in a cage at the Country Club (the Women's House of Detention, located in the heart of the Village), never fell victim to street sweeps. They were cool! How to start... For openers, I took the bus to New York wearing a skirt and blouse and carrying a purse containing a hip flask of stale beer, a nice fitting man's shirt, and a pair of men's slacks, liberated from my half brother. The bus station- then about half a block east of the south end of Times Square, before the Port Authority Terminal was built- was a stinking hole, but it did have rental lockers and an alley nearby.

I changed into the boy clothes in the alley, plastered my pageboy girl hair back into a decent DA (duck's ass, dear children: it came to a pointed line down the back of the head- very popular with greasers), and jammed the flask into one back pocket. No wallet; loose money went into the right front pocket. Then I put the girl clothes and purse in the locker and viola- instant freedom to walk the streets literally unmolested.

Understand: boys and men could walk the streets- just walk, not solicit or what have you, just plain be on the streets at night- and no one would challenge them. But a girl or woman alone had to be a hooker or lost and in need of protection. This was handy if one was working the streets but of no use at all if one wanted to be accepted as a butch diesel and not just a street kid.

I had already found the bar to be entered. I had been shown it by a street friend who was highly amused that I did not at first believe that the "men" entering were really women. You couldn't tell unless you heard them talk, and even then sometimes I wasn't sure. I had finally accepted the truth and had watched them go in, alone or with snazzily dressed women. But I had never dared enter; it was out of my league. Well, no longer- I was ready!

So in I went. All conversations stopped, all eyes upon me. This was standard whenever any stranger entered a gay bar in those days. The darkness of the bars allowed those inside to see the person entering before his or her eyes adjusted to see them. If you passed muster, if the patrons concluded you were not a vice cop or a known troublemaker, conversation would start again.

Which is not to say you would be accepted. No, you would be ignored, watched, tentatively approached if... But first, the pin-drop silence. Oh Lord, the agony of waiting to see if they would accept me! And then, finally, the silence was broken: "Oh my god, Millie," someone said, "It's Prince Valiant!"

And everyone roared with laughter, and I knew, I knew... My hand reached up to find that my baby-fine hair had shed the beer glop and had drifted down and forward to hang limply about my ears. I reached for the flask then realized it was too late. What would I do with it? Pour it on my head? I just held it on the table, too numb to move, too embarrassed to speak or even lift my head.

The eternity ended when the waitress asked if I wanted something to eat. Every gay bar I recall in those days was nominally a cafe, so they had to serve food (hamburgers, fries) and especially if you were not known, you had to order whatever overpriced inedible food they offered. Then you would be asked if you wanted anything to drink with it. I knew about that game from other bars, but still speechless, I only nodded.

I would love to say, "And then everyone came over and said, 'Welcome.,' and we all lived happily ever after." It didn't happen. I ate the burger, left the fries, and split. Then they spoke: "Good night, sweet prince..." "A valiant effort..."

I never went back. I don't recall the name of the place or where it was. It wasn't Fleur de Lys, Page Three, Swing Rendezvous, any place that I knew afterwards. It was much smaller, just a hole in the wall. I never got to be a butch diesel, just butch, then a butch. And good for a laugh, always...

Judy"

"A Letter" by Judy Lederer, The Persistent Desire: A Butch Femme Reader, edited by Joan Nestle (1992)

[dewitty1]

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[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

The following is a transcript of a lore-important roleplay that occurred on Discord. Some changes will be made to narration and dialogue to better suit flow.

Please enjoy.

Jane knew what needed to be done. He knew what needed to happen years ago, after the war, running away with Zhanna. He just wasn't ready to leave the only home he knew. But it was hardly a home anymore. More like a prison. A prison that contained his ceaseless nostalgia, and he intended to leave it there. To rot.

He unlocked the door to his apartment, sluggish, hand heavy. Claw, even heavier. Sauntering inside, the place was covered in a thick layer of dust. It'd been years since he went home to his apartment. How long had he continued to pay rent? He must be dirt poor by now, surely.

Maybe not. He hoped not.

He began with a ruck sack. Taking canned food out of the cabinets and lining them up on their sides inside the bag's coarse interior. Strapping his shotgun to the side wrapped in tinfoil, to vaguely conceal it's shape. Just a tent pole. Just a tent pole. No need to pry closer.

Next were his clothes. White, brown, red, blue, green t-shirts rolled up into tight bats. Dress and standard-issue pants folded neatly into squares. A few rounds on the top, like sprinkles. He had no idea how he was going to conceal his rocket launcher, but he'd figure that out later.

There was a rental in the parking lot. He didn't have a clue how he was approved for it under a name like Jane Doe, but he was, and he was thankful for it. He tossed his bag in the trunk, his launcher set carefully in the back, and sat down in the driver's seat.

She was smooth. New. Smelled a little like cigarettes. Stick shift. A little blue tree hanging from the rear view.

What a shame she'd never go home.

He peeled out of the parking lot and through the complex gate, down the road that lead to the base.

He wasn't quite done packing.

The smell of damp concrete hit him as the spring air permeated the walls, and his boots click, clacked, click, clacked down the beaten path. He beelined it straight for his dorm, hoping to God he was the only one wandering the ghost town that was now RED base. Hoping to God that if there was anyone there, that they wouldn't-

"Hey, Sarge! Been a minute!"

Tough luck. There stood Private, waiting for him in the hallway. They stood upright, proud, like they were showing off. They'd been training in his absence. He noticed. He always noticed.

…Tough luck indeed.

Jane tried his best to ignore them, hunching his shoulders and balling his fists. He couldn't face the kid. He couldn't face anyone. He was a coward.

"Hey, wait up!" Private excitedly trotted up to him, bandanna trailing quickly behind them. Once caught up, they batted the other's arm and smiled. "What's goin' on, old man?"

He couldn't explain why, but their chipperness made him angry. So deeply, deeply angry. "Don't-" He snapped, watching the lad recoil in confusion. "…Touch me."

"Who pissed in your Cheerios, man?"

They seemed offended, if not mostly bewildered at the sudden shift in behavior. Soldier had been behaving strange lately, sure, but never… hostile. Not to them.

"What's your problem?"

Jane was taken aback. "I-…"

He really wanted to tell them. Tell them that there was a chance. That they could still escape. See their family again. Hit the road with him, run away and never look back. But it wasn't like him. It wasn't like him, and he couldn't bring himself to put the same consequences on Private that he was putting on himself. He knew full well the risk he was taking. Private though…

"I can't say."

"Someone die?" They tilted their head, furrowing their eyebrows. "C'mon, now you have me curious."

Again, anger. Anger that he couldn't contain, anger at the fact that he had to lie to the only person that'd kept him sane in Dell and Yves's absence. Lie to a trainee. Lie to a friend.

He may as well have been in a pinstriped suit, dragging a cigarette like his lungs depended on it.

"I can't say, Private. Quit bothering me."

Private simply frowned. They weren't satisfied with the answer, clearly, and so Soldier did his best to veer the conversation in another direction.

"…Did you train today?" He asked, voice lowered.

"Usual regimen." They responded quickly. "20 push-ups, 10 laps, 5 of which with a bag full of beans."

His eyebrows raised facetiously. "Cans, right?"

"It was one time."

Jane couldn't help but chuckle. They tried so hard.

"Clean your guns?"

"Did that last week."

"And that room of yours?"

"Spotless, sir!"

"…Good." He finally said. He seemed listless. So weary with worry, like a father. He felt almost like a father to them. He wondered... he wondered if they felt like a son. If they ever found out, would they think he abandoned them?

They would be fine. They had to be. He had to convince himself that they would be, for the betterment of his own health. His own selfish peace of mind.

"I'm going to be gone for a while. Watch the perimeter for me, okay?" He strained.

Protect it. Please. It's my home.

"Oh, is that all? Piece of cake! When are you getting back, sir?" They bounced on their heels excitedly.

...Oh.

They were so full of life and light. Vigor. If anything was worth being that excited to fight over, it wasn't billionaires' front lawns. It wasn't too late for them, he knew that. He knew. But he also knew that they wouldn't listen. Ashel would never listen to anyone trying to change their heart's mind.

They really did want to be a hero. And they were stuck in a trench full of gravel.

He whinced. He couldn't do anything else, really.

"…Soon."

"Yeah, I can watch the base while you're gone. I'll tell Pauling you've gone and run to the hills, haha." They had no clue. Absolutely none.

"…"You're dismissed." He murmured quietly.

Jane pushed past them, feeling the cold emptiness of concrete overtake him. He felt their eyes linger on the back of his head, and then turn away after a beat. He hated to do this to the kid, but he had no choice.

He was getting old. He was getting tired. He had nephews he needed to start looking after more, and he was so angry at their neglect, so angry at the trauma they endured, so angry. So, so, so angry. He ripped open the door to his dorm and got on his knees, beside his bed, shoving things into his arms. Music boxes. A raccoon plushie. Several little gifts. A weighted blanket. A thermos.

Then, he moved. Like the walls were closing in on him, like there would be no escape if he didn't walk fast enough, out into the dirt road he drove in on and into the car he planned on stealing. His muddied boots tainted the carpeted floorboards, but he couldn't care. He had to run. He had to run before his ghosts caught up with him.

An engine revving cracked through the piney forest, and as his tires hit cracked, dusty asphault, they squealed.

[cubic-watermelon]

Pokemon Day Wish!

Tomorrow is Pokemon day and there will also be a Pokemon direct. I know I'm not alone when I say Game Freak needs to give us more LEGENDS.

Imagine a Pokémon Legends Celebi!

Could be a sequel to Legends Arceus, taking place in "mainland Japan" (Jotho and Kanto) during the Meiji era (industrial revolution). The main character from legends Arceus would still be looking for a way to go back to their time period (if you had save data on your switch from Arceus, you could use the same character) and they heard somewhere that the mythical Pokemon Celebi has the power to travel though time, so they go looking for it.

It would be fun visiting the already familiar places of Jotho and Kanto during that time period, but unlike in Hisui, in "mainland Japan" everyone was already used to having pokemon as partners.

the streets and roads would be filled with travelers and merchants with their partners, there would be more conventional battles, the towns would be more developed. Maybe no gyms yet but there could be a town elder that you had to defeat to show your worth, or an expert of some sort. The main character would have to go from town to town looking for clues to find Celebi and solving problems along the way. The game could be semi open like the original or totally open with level scaling and Kanto could either be accessible right from the start or would be the post game.

Imagine meeting the 3 legendary beasts that lost their lives in the burnt tower before they died!

The starters could be Squirtle, Torchic and Turtwig just so they could use the scrapped beta designs for the last evolutions.

...Ok so maybe Torterra looks like ass but you know, they'd fix it.

The game could use the exact same graphics and engine and I wouldn't even complain! Just add PVP and breeding, let us have abilities again, basically what was missing from Arceus. Keep the crafting, give us more stuff to do. Give us an old black and white camera to take pictures of pokemon in the wild for sidequests and pokedex research. Let us camp with our mons like in sw/sh using a rudimentary tent and cooking pot for meals. Let us RIDE our own pokemon! (Like in the let’s go games) and not some "rental" ride pals BS.

But as I stated on my first Pokemon rant, the Switch can do better and Game Freak MUST do better... *tosses coin into wishing well*

Link to first rant: