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🩷 𝓞𝓒: 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓳𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻 🩷
⋆.˚ ✿ .⭒˚ OOC Post ⋆.˚ ✿ .⭒˚
John Wick OC for the Beyond Judgement Fic
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Marjorie Becker is the owner of Blue Moon Motel. She wears many hats to keep it running, including that of a receptionist. She grew up in a poor family and lived in Pennsylvania all her life. She is 63 years old and didn't earn her business degree until her 40s, because she was busy raising her daughter as a single mom. She got the flower tattoo on her arm to honor her sister for being five years sober.
Marjorie prides herself on maintaining optimism and a sense of humor despite everything she's seen over the years. She is familiar with criminal culture to some extent, and tries to offer rehabilitation resources to the people who seek refuge at the motel from time to time, but she is not aware of the High Table or the number of assassinations going on around her.
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Holidays 9.14
Holidays
Are You Okay Day
Armored Troops Day (Ukraine)
Board Game Day
Burning of King Olaf (Elder Scrolls)
Capybara Day
Cochabamba Day (Bolivia)
Commercial Motor Vehicle Driver Appreciation Day
Corn Day (French Republic)
Day of Energy Industry Workers (Turkmenistan)
Day of Physical Culture and Sport (Ukraine)
Eleven Days of Global Unity, Day 4: Economic Justice
Engineer’s Day (Romania)
Erato Asteroid Day
Eurynome Asteroid Day
Find the Good Day
Formation of the Earth Day
Hug A Crabby Stranger Day
International Cross-Culture Day
International Sex Worker Pride Day
Kenny Rogers Day (Los Angeles, California)
Lighthouse Day
Lone Ranger Day
Max Planck Day
Mobilized Servicemen Day (Ukraine)
Music Day (Korea)
National ADHD Day (South Africa)
National Anthem Day
National Career Day
National Cheerleading Day
National Coloring Day
National Field Hockey Day
National Latino Business Day
National Live Creatively Day
National Noel Day
National Parents Day Off
National Peacekeepers Day (Australia)
National Sober Day
National Virginia Day
914 Day
914 mm Day
Nutting Day (UK)
Philip K. Dick Day (California)
Photo Day (South Korea)
Pilgrimage to the Black Madonna of Einsiedeln (Switzerland)
Porsche 914 Day
Saboteurs Day (Biafra)
San Jacinto Day (Nicaragua)
Star Spangled Banner Day
Support Latino Business Day
Talk About Cancer Day
Tithi of Sri Sri Madhabdeva (Assam, India)
U.S. Marshall Service Day
World Atopic Eczema Day
World Cleanup Day (Nigeria)
World Hearing Voices Day
World Taste & Smell Day
Wo-Zha-Wa Festival
Food & Drink Celebrations
Cream-Filled Doughnut Day
Eat a Hoagie Day
Gobstopper Day
International Crab Fest Day
National Food is Medicine Day
National Rosa Tequila Day
Pig's Face Feast
Independence & Related Days
Azma-Turkopolis Confederation (Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]
New Scandinavia (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]
2nd Saturday in September
Aunt’s Day [Saturday after Labor Day]
Banana Day [2nd Saturday]
Borscht Day (Ukraine) [2nd Saturday]
Carl Garner Federal Lands Cleanup Day [Saturday after 1st Monday]
Day of the Workers in the Oil, Gas, Power and Geological Industry [2nd Saturday]
Expectant Mother's Day [2nd Saturday]
Farmers’ Consumer Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]
German Language Day [2nd Saturday]
International Drive Your Studebaker Day [2nd Saturday]
International Forest Bathing Day [2nd Saturday]
International Women’s Fly Fishing Day [2nd Saturday]
Naked Gardening Day [2nd Saturday]
National Black Female Photographers Day [2nd Saturday]
National Clean Out Your Garage Day [Saturday after Labor Day]
National Hollerin’ Day [2nd Saturday]
National Iguana Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]
National Lacemaking Day (UK) [2nd Saturday]
Prairie Day [2nd Saturday]
Public Lands Day [1st Saturday after 1st Monday]
Salad Saturday [2nd Saturday of Each Month]
Sandwich Saturday [Every Saturday]
Satirical Saturday [2nd Saturday of Each Month]
Saturday the 14th Day [Every Saturday the 14th]
Sheriff’s Ride Ceremony (Lichfield, UK) [Saturday nearest 8th]
Six For Saturday [Every Saturday]
Sour Beer Day [2nd Saturday]
Spaghetti Saturday [Every Saturday]
World Arepa Day [2nd Saturday]
World First Aid Day [2nd Saturday]
Weekly Holidays beginning September 14 (2nd Full Week of September)
Laura Ingall’s Wilder Days (Pepin, Wisconsin) [2nd Full Weekend] 9thru 9.15)
Festivals Beginning September 14, 2024
All American Dairy Show (Harrisburg, Pennsylvania) [thru 9.15]
B'dam Brew JAM (Beaverdam, Virginia)
Biloxi Seafood Festival (Biloxi, Mississippi)
The Bloody Mary Festival (Portland, Oregon)
Bruges Beer Festival (Bruges, Belgium) [thru 9.15]
BugFest (Raleigh, North Carolina)
California Brewers Festival (Santa Barbara, California)
Capitola Art & Wine Festival (Capitola, California)
Charlie Adams Day (Newkirk, Oklahoma)
Community BBQ (Brunswick, Maine)
Dessert Wars (Charlotte, North Carolina)
DSBC Fun Fest (Newark, Delaware)
Great Pumpkin Festival (Vernon, New Jersey) [thru 11.3]
Harvest Festival (Cooperstown, New York) [thru 9.15]
Downbeach Seafood Festival (Ski Beach Ventnor, New Jersey) [thru 9.15]
International Festival of Comics and Games in Lodz (Lodz, Poland) [thru 9.15]
Lake Arrowhead Oktoberfest and German Food Fest (Lake Arrowhead, California) [thru 10.27]
Living History Farms Applefest (Urbandale, Iowa)
Mansfield Village Cornbread Festival (Mansfield, Indiana)
Maple Fall Fest (Marshfield, Wisconsin) [thru 9.15]
Maryland Seafood Festival (Annapolis, Maryland) [thru 9.15]
Maryland Wine Festival (Westminster, Maryland)
Mohawk Valley Garlic and Herb Festival (Little Falls, New York)
Muscadine Jubilee (Pelahatchie, Mississippi)
The Northern California Renaissance Faire (Hollister, California) [thru 10.20]
Northwest Garlic Festival (Ocean Park, Washington) [thru 9.15]
Oz Comic-Con (Brisbane, Australia) [thru 9.15]
Pie Town Pie Festival (Pie Town, New Mexico)
Plate by Plate LA (Los Angeles, California)
Pointe Mouillee Waterfowl Festival (Brownstown, Michigan) [thru 9.15]
Rockin' Taco Street Fest (Chandler, Arizona)
Santa Clara Art & Wine Festival (Santa Clara, California)
Small Press Expo (Bethesda, Maryland) [thru 9.15]
Taste of Fall Experience (Willcox, Arizona) [thru 9.15]
Wine, Chocolate & Romance (Shakopee, Minnesota) [thru 9.15]
Wine on the River (Nashville, Tennessee)
Feast Days
Aelia Flaccilla (Eastern Orthodox Church)
Catherine of Genoa (Christian; Saint)
Charles Dana Gibson (Artology)
Cormac mac Cuilennáin (or of Cashel; Christian; Saint)
Crescentius of Rome (Christian; Saint)
Day of Jupiter and Juno (Pagan)
Death of Prophet Muhammed (Islam)
Despair for the Human Race (Pastafarian)
Elevation of the Holy Cross (Eastern Orthodox)
Embrace the Dark Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)
Exaltation of the Holy Cross (Christian)
Feast of Notburga of Eben (Christian; Saint) [Waiters & Farmers]
Feast of the Cross (Christianity)
Feast of Uru-Wadu (the Primal Couple; Kisar Island, Indonesia)
Fido (Muppetism)
Fujio Akatsuka (Artology)
Geraldine Brooks (Writerism)
Hindi Divas (Parts of India; Hinduism)
Holy Cross Day (a.k.a. Holy Rood Day)
John Gabriel Taurin Dufresse (Christian; Saint)
John Gould (Artology)
Lessing (Positivist; Saint)
Lord of Miracles of Buga (Christian; Saint)
Louis Gabriel Taurin Dufresse (Christian; One of Martyr Saints of China)
Lucas Samaras (Artology)
Mabsant Festival (Celtic Book of Days)
Maternus of Cologne (Christian; Saint)
Nicholas Georgiadis (Artology)
Notburga (Christian; Saint)
Peter Lely (Artology)
Pig’s Face Feast (Avening, Gloucestershire, UK)
Richard Gerstl (Artology)
Rowena Morrill (Artology)
Triumph of the Cross (Roman Catholic)
Unclear Ideas Display (Imps; Shamanism)
Vaughan Bode Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Prime Number Day: 257 [55 of 72]
Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]
Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 42 of 60)
Premieres
Across the Universe (Film; 2007)
The Addams Family (Animated TV Series; 1992)
Adventures of the Gummi Bears (Animated TV Series; 1985)
The Archies (Animated TV Series; 1968)
Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell, by meatloaf (Album; 1993)
Belle Boys (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1953)
Bumbling Brothers Circus, Part 1 (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 301; 1964)
The Care Bears (Animated TV Series; 1985)
A Cartoonist’s Nightmare (WB LT Cartoon; 1935)
Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse (Animated TV Series; 1960)
Crisis? What Crisis?, by Supertramp (Album; 1975)
A Discovery of Witches (TV Series; 2018)
The Dragon Prince (Animated Film; 2018)
Flying Circus (WB LT Cartoon; 1968)
Funeral, by Arcade Fire (Album; 2004)
Genie with the Light Pink Fur (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1966)
Get Born, by Jet (Album; 2003)
The Golden Girls (TV Series; 1985)
Have Gun — Will Travel (Radio Series; 1957)
Hot Feet (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1931)
The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins (Novel; 2008) [#1]
The Invention of Lying (Film; 2009)
Lion in the Bedroom or The Cat’s Pajamas (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 302; 1964)
The Magnificent Seven (Film; 2016)
Making Plans For Nigel, by XTC (Song; 1979)
The Messiah, finished by George Frederic Handel (Oratorio; 1741)
Monkey Love (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1935)
Mork and Mindy (TV Series; 1978)
The Parrotville Fire Department (Rainbow Parade Cartoon; 1934)
Partysaurus Rex (Disney Cartoon; 2012)
Quadrophenia (Film; 1979)
Scooby Doo! Camp Scare (WB Animated Film; 2010)
A Simple Favor (Film; 2018)
Some Fantastic Place, by Squeeze (Album; 1993)
The Star-Spangled Banner, written by Francis Scott Key (Poem; 1814)
Talking Horse Sense (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1959)
Tall in the Trap (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1962)
Tiny Toon Adventures (Animated TV Series; 1990)
Total Request Live (Music TV Series; 1998)
Tutti Frutti recorded, by Little Richard (Song; 1955)
The Waltons (TV Series; 1971)
A Wizard’s Tale (Animated Film; 2018)
Zoom and Bored (WB MM Cartoon; 1957)
Today’s Name Days
Albert, Cornelius, Kreuz-Erhöhung (Austria)
Krustan, Krustina, Krustyo, Stavri (Bulgaria)
Slavko, Višeslav (Croatia)
Radka (Czech Republic)
Raimo, Raimond, Raimu, Raimund, Reimo, Reimu (Estonia)
Iida, Iita, Isla (Finland)
Albert, Irmgard, Jens, Kreuzerhöhung (Germany)
Stavros, Stavroula, Theoklis (Greece)
Roxána, Szeréna (Hungary)
Crocifisso, Elena (Italy)
Koknesis, Norberts, Sanda, Sanita, Santa (Latvia)
Eisvina, Eisvinas, Krescencijus (Lithuania)
Ingebjørg, Ingeborg (Norway)
Bernard, Cyprian, Roksana, Siemomysł, Szymon (Poland)
Ľudomil (Slovakia)
Cruz, Exaltación (Spain)
Ida (Sweden)
Keisha, Lakeisha, Latasha, LaTease, Latisha, Leticia, Letitia, Letty, Tish, Tisha (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 258 of 2024; 108 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 6 of Week 37 of 2024
Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 14 of 28]
Chinese: Month 8 (Guy-You), Day 12 (Xin-Si)
Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]
Hebrew: 11 Elul 5784
Islamic: 10 Rabi I 1446
J Cal: 18 Gold; Foursday [18 of 30]
Julian: 1 September 2024
Moon: 84%: Waxing Gibbous
Positivist: 6 Shakespeare (10th Month) [Goethe]
Runic Half Month: Ken (Illumination) [Day 8 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 87 of 94)
Week: 2nd Full Week of September
Zodiac: Virgo (Day 24 of 32)
Calendar Changes
September (Julian Calendar) [Month 9 of 12]
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Holidays 9.14
Holidays
Are You Okay Day
Armored Troops Day (Ukraine)
Board Game Day
Burning of King Olaf (Elder Scrolls)
Capybara Day
Cochabamba Day (Bolivia)
Commercial Motor Vehicle Driver Appreciation Day
Corn Day (French Republic)
Day of Energy Industry Workers (Turkmenistan)
Day of Physical Culture and Sport (Ukraine)
Eleven Days of Global Unity, Day 4: Economic Justice
Engineer’s Day (Romania)
Erato Asteroid Day
Eurynome Asteroid Day
Find the Good Day
Formation of the Earth Day
Hug A Crabby Stranger Day
International Cross-Culture Day
International Sex Worker Pride Day
Kenny Rogers Day (Los Angeles, California)
Lighthouse Day
Lone Ranger Day
Max Planck Day
Mobilized Servicemen Day (Ukraine)
Music Day (Korea)
National ADHD Day (South Africa)
National Anthem Day
National Career Day
National Cheerleading Day
National Coloring Day
National Field Hockey Day
National Latino Business Day
National Live Creatively Day
National Noel Day
National Parents Day Off
National Peacekeepers Day (Australia)
National Sober Day
National Virginia Day
914 Day
914 mm Day
Nutting Day (UK)
Philip K. Dick Day (California)
Photo Day (South Korea)
Pilgrimage to the Black Madonna of Einsiedeln (Switzerland)
Porsche 914 Day
Saboteurs Day (Biafra)
San Jacinto Day (Nicaragua)
Star Spangled Banner Day
Support Latino Business Day
Talk About Cancer Day
Tithi of Sri Sri Madhabdeva (Assam, India)
U.S. Marshall Service Day
World Atopic Eczema Day
World Cleanup Day (Nigeria)
World Hearing Voices Day
World Taste & Smell Day
Wo-Zha-Wa Festival
Food & Drink Celebrations
Cream-Filled Doughnut Day
Eat a Hoagie Day
Gobstopper Day
International Crab Fest Day
National Food is Medicine Day
National Rosa Tequila Day
Pig's Face Feast
Independence & Related Days
Azma-Turkopolis Confederation (Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]
New Scandinavia (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]
2nd Saturday in September
Aunt’s Day [Saturday after Labor Day]
Banana Day [2nd Saturday]
Borscht Day (Ukraine) [2nd Saturday]
Carl Garner Federal Lands Cleanup Day [Saturday after 1st Monday]
Day of the Workers in the Oil, Gas, Power and Geological Industry [2nd Saturday]
Expectant Mother's Day [2nd Saturday]
Farmers’ Consumer Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]
German Language Day [2nd Saturday]
International Drive Your Studebaker Day [2nd Saturday]
International Forest Bathing Day [2nd Saturday]
International Women’s Fly Fishing Day [2nd Saturday]
Naked Gardening Day [2nd Saturday]
National Black Female Photographers Day [2nd Saturday]
National Clean Out Your Garage Day [Saturday after Labor Day]
National Hollerin’ Day [2nd Saturday]
National Iguana Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]
National Lacemaking Day (UK) [2nd Saturday]
Prairie Day [2nd Saturday]
Public Lands Day [1st Saturday after 1st Monday]
Salad Saturday [2nd Saturday of Each Month]
Sandwich Saturday [Every Saturday]
Satirical Saturday [2nd Saturday of Each Month]
Saturday the 14th Day [Every Saturday the 14th]
Sheriff’s Ride Ceremony (Lichfield, UK) [Saturday nearest 8th]
Six For Saturday [Every Saturday]
Sour Beer Day [2nd Saturday]
Spaghetti Saturday [Every Saturday]
World Arepa Day [2nd Saturday]
World First Aid Day [2nd Saturday]
Weekly Holidays beginning September 14 (2nd Full Week of September)
Laura Ingall’s Wilder Days (Pepin, Wisconsin) [2nd Full Weekend] 9thru 9.15)
Festivals Beginning September 14, 2024
All American Dairy Show (Harrisburg, Pennsylvania) [thru 9.15]
B'dam Brew JAM (Beaverdam, Virginia)
Biloxi Seafood Festival (Biloxi, Mississippi)
The Bloody Mary Festival (Portland, Oregon)
Bruges Beer Festival (Bruges, Belgium) [thru 9.15]
BugFest (Raleigh, North Carolina)
California Brewers Festival (Santa Barbara, California)
Capitola Art & Wine Festival (Capitola, California)
Charlie Adams Day (Newkirk, Oklahoma)
Community BBQ (Brunswick, Maine)
Dessert Wars (Charlotte, North Carolina)
DSBC Fun Fest (Newark, Delaware)
Great Pumpkin Festival (Vernon, New Jersey) [thru 11.3]
Harvest Festival (Cooperstown, New York) [thru 9.15]
Downbeach Seafood Festival (Ski Beach Ventnor, New Jersey) [thru 9.15]
International Festival of Comics and Games in Lodz (Lodz, Poland) [thru 9.15]
Lake Arrowhead Oktoberfest and German Food Fest (Lake Arrowhead, California) [thru 10.27]
Living History Farms Applefest (Urbandale, Iowa)
Mansfield Village Cornbread Festival (Mansfield, Indiana)
Maple Fall Fest (Marshfield, Wisconsin) [thru 9.15]
Maryland Seafood Festival (Annapolis, Maryland) [thru 9.15]
Maryland Wine Festival (Westminster, Maryland)
Mohawk Valley Garlic and Herb Festival (Little Falls, New York)
Muscadine Jubilee (Pelahatchie, Mississippi)
The Northern California Renaissance Faire (Hollister, California) [thru 10.20]
Northwest Garlic Festival (Ocean Park, Washington) [thru 9.15]
Oz Comic-Con (Brisbane, Australia) [thru 9.15]
Pie Town Pie Festival (Pie Town, New Mexico)
Plate by Plate LA (Los Angeles, California)
Pointe Mouillee Waterfowl Festival (Brownstown, Michigan) [thru 9.15]
Rockin' Taco Street Fest (Chandler, Arizona)
Santa Clara Art & Wine Festival (Santa Clara, California)
Small Press Expo (Bethesda, Maryland) [thru 9.15]
Taste of Fall Experience (Willcox, Arizona) [thru 9.15]
Wine, Chocolate & Romance (Shakopee, Minnesota) [thru 9.15]
Wine on the River (Nashville, Tennessee)
Feast Days
Aelia Flaccilla (Eastern Orthodox Church)
Catherine of Genoa (Christian; Saint)
Charles Dana Gibson (Artology)
Cormac mac Cuilennáin (or of Cashel; Christian; Saint)
Crescentius of Rome (Christian; Saint)
Day of Jupiter and Juno (Pagan)
Death of Prophet Muhammed (Islam)
Despair for the Human Race (Pastafarian)
Elevation of the Holy Cross (Eastern Orthodox)
Embrace the Dark Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)
Exaltation of the Holy Cross (Christian)
Feast of Notburga of Eben (Christian; Saint) [Waiters & Farmers]
Feast of the Cross (Christianity)
Feast of Uru-Wadu (the Primal Couple; Kisar Island, Indonesia)
Fido (Muppetism)
Fujio Akatsuka (Artology)
Geraldine Brooks (Writerism)
Hindi Divas (Parts of India; Hinduism)
Holy Cross Day (a.k.a. Holy Rood Day)
John Gabriel Taurin Dufresse (Christian; Saint)
John Gould (Artology)
Lessing (Positivist; Saint)
Lord of Miracles of Buga (Christian; Saint)
Louis Gabriel Taurin Dufresse (Christian; One of Martyr Saints of China)
Lucas Samaras (Artology)
Mabsant Festival (Celtic Book of Days)
Maternus of Cologne (Christian; Saint)
Nicholas Georgiadis (Artology)
Notburga (Christian; Saint)
Peter Lely (Artology)
Pig’s Face Feast (Avening, Gloucestershire, UK)
Richard Gerstl (Artology)
Rowena Morrill (Artology)
Triumph of the Cross (Roman Catholic)
Unclear Ideas Display (Imps; Shamanism)
Vaughan Bode Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Prime Number Day: 257 [55 of 72]
Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]
Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 42 of 60)
Premieres
Across the Universe (Film; 2007)
The Addams Family (Animated TV Series; 1992)
Adventures of the Gummi Bears (Animated TV Series; 1985)
The Archies (Animated TV Series; 1968)
Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell, by meatloaf (Album; 1993)
Belle Boys (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1953)
Bumbling Brothers Circus, Part 1 (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 301; 1964)
The Care Bears (Animated TV Series; 1985)
A Cartoonist’s Nightmare (WB LT Cartoon; 1935)
Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse (Animated TV Series; 1960)
Crisis? What Crisis?, by Supertramp (Album; 1975)
A Discovery of Witches (TV Series; 2018)
The Dragon Prince (Animated Film; 2018)
Flying Circus (WB LT Cartoon; 1968)
Funeral, by Arcade Fire (Album; 2004)
Genie with the Light Pink Fur (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1966)
Get Born, by Jet (Album; 2003)
The Golden Girls (TV Series; 1985)
Have Gun — Will Travel (Radio Series; 1957)
Hot Feet (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1931)
The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins (Novel; 2008) [#1]
The Invention of Lying (Film; 2009)
Lion in the Bedroom or The Cat’s Pajamas (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 302; 1964)
The Magnificent Seven (Film; 2016)
Making Plans For Nigel, by XTC (Song; 1979)
The Messiah, finished by George Frederic Handel (Oratorio; 1741)
Monkey Love (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1935)
Mork and Mindy (TV Series; 1978)
The Parrotville Fire Department (Rainbow Parade Cartoon; 1934)
Partysaurus Rex (Disney Cartoon; 2012)
Quadrophenia (Film; 1979)
Scooby Doo! Camp Scare (WB Animated Film; 2010)
A Simple Favor (Film; 2018)
Some Fantastic Place, by Squeeze (Album; 1993)
The Star-Spangled Banner, written by Francis Scott Key (Poem; 1814)
Talking Horse Sense (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1959)
Tall in the Trap (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1962)
Tiny Toon Adventures (Animated TV Series; 1990)
Total Request Live (Music TV Series; 1998)
Tutti Frutti recorded, by Little Richard (Song; 1955)
The Waltons (TV Series; 1971)
A Wizard’s Tale (Animated Film; 2018)
Zoom and Bored (WB MM Cartoon; 1957)
Today’s Name Days
Albert, Cornelius, Kreuz-Erhöhung (Austria)
Krustan, Krustina, Krustyo, Stavri (Bulgaria)
Slavko, Višeslav (Croatia)
Radka (Czech Republic)
Raimo, Raimond, Raimu, Raimund, Reimo, Reimu (Estonia)
Iida, Iita, Isla (Finland)
Albert, Irmgard, Jens, Kreuzerhöhung (Germany)
Stavros, Stavroula, Theoklis (Greece)
Roxána, Szeréna (Hungary)
Crocifisso, Elena (Italy)
Koknesis, Norberts, Sanda, Sanita, Santa (Latvia)
Eisvina, Eisvinas, Krescencijus (Lithuania)
Ingebjørg, Ingeborg (Norway)
Bernard, Cyprian, Roksana, Siemomysł, Szymon (Poland)
Ľudomil (Slovakia)
Cruz, Exaltación (Spain)
Ida (Sweden)
Keisha, Lakeisha, Latasha, LaTease, Latisha, Leticia, Letitia, Letty, Tish, Tisha (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 258 of 2024; 108 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 6 of Week 37 of 2024
Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 14 of 28]
Chinese: Month 8 (Guy-You), Day 12 (Xin-Si)
Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]
Hebrew: 11 Elul 5784
Islamic: 10 Rabi I 1446
J Cal: 18 Gold; Foursday [18 of 30]
Julian: 1 September 2024
Moon: 84%: Waxing Gibbous
Positivist: 6 Shakespeare (10th Month) [Goethe]
Runic Half Month: Ken (Illumination) [Day 8 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 87 of 94)
Week: 2nd Full Week of September
Zodiac: Virgo (Day 24 of 32)
Calendar Changes
September (Julian Calendar) [Month 9 of 12]
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Alright, i wasn’t big about posting this idea I had for a show, but my boyfriend @jaw_writes has been encouraging me for months to do it. He says since I have lots of followers they’ll listen and possibly like it. I can’t sleep right now so seems like something valuable I can do with my time.
I have a feeling If I don’t do it now I’ll never get to it. And I do really like my idea, and I hope one day it becomes something more. If I hate this in the morning I’m gonna delete it. Here we go:
In a fictional city in Pennsylvania it seems like problems are never gonna stop. A substance abuse crisis plays out, homelessness feels like a inevitable fate for some people, and crime such as theft is on the rise.
A new political candidate steps in, speaking with an enthusiastic voice and addressing the problems of the city, and expressing his determination to fix everything. The mayor is named John Castellano, and when he’s elected he realized he bit off more than he could true. So to cheat his way to quickly getting rid of issues instead of finding and fixing the root of them, he enlists the help of a underground mafia group named Il venerato to help him in shady ways.
Though its been months since his election, and everything seems to be in his pocket, until a college student signs out of the local rehab. The college student is a troubled and eccentric young man named Kit Halsey, being released from rehab sober and newly diagnosed with Schizophrneia. After recently getting out, Kit finds out about the deals John has been making. When John finds information on who Kit is, he goes on a live broadcast, framing Kit as a violent criminal who needs to be caught ASAP, demonizing his schizophrenia to make people scared of him.
Kit, now being the target of many people, is forced to go lowkey, trying to prove his innocence with the help of his friends and therapist on the sidelines. All while his mental state worsens.
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Suspect in Pennsylvania Triple Homicide Captured in New Jersey
Description : Suspect in Pennsylvania Triple Homicide Captured in New Jersey
In a harrowing turn of events that sent shockwaves through both Pennsylvania and New Jersey communities, a man suspected of committing a heinous triple homicide was finally apprehended by law enforcement officials. The ordeal, marked by fear and uncertainty, culminated in a dramatic standoff in which the suspect, previously elusive and presumed dangerous, was taken into custody within the confines of a New Jersey residence.
The unsettling saga began with the discovery of three lifeless bodies in Pennsylvania, sending authorities on a frantic pursuit to locate the perpetrator responsible for the gruesome crime. As the investigation unfolded, details emerged painting a chilling portrait of the suspected killer, whose motives remained shrouded in mystery.
Amidst a heightened state of vigilance, the manhunt intensified, with law enforcement agencies mobilizing resources and coordinating efforts across state lines. The elusive suspect, evading capture and eluding authorities’ grasp, became the focal point of a widespread search, instilling a sense of dread and urgency within the affected communities.
The tension reached its zenith when authorities received a crucial tip leading them to a secluded house in New Jersey, suspected to be the refuge of the wanted individual. As law enforcement converged on the location, a tense standoff ensued, with negotiations unfolding against the backdrop of uncertainty and apprehension.
Hours stretched into agonizing anticipation as trained negotiators worked tirelessly to peacefully resolve the standoff and secure the suspect’s surrender. With each passing moment, the stakes heightened, and the collective breath of the community held in suspense.
Ultimately, after a prolonged standoff punctuated by tense negotiations, the suspected killer emerged from the confines of the house, his apprehension signaling a sigh of relief for both law enforcement and the communities gripped by fear. The arrest brought a semblance of closure to the tragic saga, albeit tinged with sorrow for the lives lost and the scars left behind.
As the investigation continues to unfold, the apprehension of the suspect serves as a sobering reminder of the tireless dedication and unwavering resolve of law enforcement in the relentless pursuit of justice. Yet, amidst the shadows of tragedy, the resilience of the affected communities shines through, united in their resolve to heal and rebuild in the wake of unspeakable loss.
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Addiction: All You Need To Know About Pennsylvania Harm Reduction Programs
Pennsylvania is home to over 11 million people – an independent population of citizens with diverse interests and needs. Most importantly, a portion of this population struggles with various addictions and substance abuse disorder. Fortunately, Pennsylvania also provides a range of harm reduction programs to combat this growing crisis in the state. This article is an overview of the PA harm reduction services and what they are designed to do. Harm reduction programs are typically open to those who use drugs and are designed to reduce the risks associated with their actions and improve individual health. The goal is not to eliminate drug use entirely, but to diminish the harm it causes and create healthier outcomes for the individual. These are the most popular forms of harm reduction services available in Pennsylvania:
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Needle exchange programs allow those who use substances to receive clean syringes and other drug injection equipment in exchange for their used items. This helps reduce the spread of blood borne illnesses like HIV and Hepatitis C. Overdose prevention programs help individuals recognize an overdose, use the proper resources to provide lifesaving assistance, and receive follow-up support. Completion of addiction treatment programs equip individuals with the tools and knowledge necessary to build a foundation for maintaining sobriety and a sober lifestyle. The State of Pennsylvania also endeavors to create an affirming, supportive and safe environment for those in need. This means reducing social stigma and increasing access to a wide range of services. People in need of addiction help are encouraged to reach out to addiction treatment centers for evaluation and treatment. Overall, PA harm reduction services are informative, helpful and intended to save as many lives as possible. While these programs are not the only option available to those struggling with addiction, they can play an important role in making positive progress. If you or someone you know is in need of assistance, please consider reaching out to drug rehabilitation services or addiction treatment centers for help.
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8/12/04-3/7/09 was my biggest Phish show gap. In that period of time: I moved in with a guy for the first time, got pregnant then miscarried, we then got married, moved back to Philly and I started working in recovery. Had my first kid and then got a ticket when Phish got back together hugged and kissed my baby and said “bye I’m going to Hampton”.
14 years ago march 7, 2009, I made it to my first Phish show post break up and it was glorious! I am so grateful that I was there. Thank you Nina!
I am so grateful that Trey got help, healthy and Tom wrote him that birthday email and they gifted us with backwards down the number line and that they got back together yada yada yada. I don’t care where they play. I don’t care how often they tour. I don’t care what songs they play. They could play the phonebook for all I care and I would still get my motherphucking groove on hard! I am just so blessed and so grateful that I get to live on this earth at the same time as these four dudes and share the experience of their music #SharingInTheGroove
Don’t mind the poor quality photos, for these were taken from one of my very first flip phones. Thank God for Facebook memories for showing these to me every year!
Fun fact about me: this song that I chose for this video Weekapaug Groove was my mf jam in the 90s! I would spin and dance and rage hard even when sober AF! This song does something to me to this day.
And I had a Weekapaugruven sticker on the back of my 1995 blue Toyota Corolla with Pennsylvania plates.
🎵 Weekapaug Groove By Phish
🎼 by Mike Gordon/Trey Anastasio/Jon Fishman/Page McConnell
©️ Who Is She? Music, Inc (BMI)
*I don’t own the music rights
#welcometomyphishylife #phish #pagesiderageside #phishtok #gratefulaf #phish40 #reels
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Counseling Bloomsburg, Pa: Caring And Competent Discover The Right Therapist Near You
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Hiii I'm papaya, but my real name is Lucy. I use the pronouns she/her, I'm aromantic & pansexual, and I'm a minor. I'm Colombian 🇨🇴, but I also have incredibly pale skin, so you wouldn't be able to tell in real life. There's a good chance I have autism, and I'm clinically diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and adjustment disorder. I'm also atheist and one of the most pessimistic high empaths you will ever meet. My love language is physical touch, so I'm always aggressively cuddling my moots through the screen. 🫂 I like singing, songwriting, playing piano, writing poetry & fanfiction, drawing, musical theater, acting, dancing and updating my diary & dream journal often. I'm currently working on an indie album called "Time Changed the Narrative." I live in Pennsylvania and my dad codes and My mom is a research coordinator for the VA. My favorite color is pink, my favorite food is fries, my favorite song is I'll Look Good When I'm Sober by Lovejoy (I don't support Wilbur Soot, I just enjoy the band's music and try to separate the art from the artist) and my favorite TV show is Hazbin Hotel. I'm not a fan of movies because I have a really short attention span, but if I had to pick a favorite, it would be Bring It On. I also love to read, and my favorite book is The Summer I Turned Pretty series & my favorite fanfiction (which in my opinion is a million times better than any cheesy romance novel that my aromantic brain generally despises) is A Gentle Touch by Dancingdog. My favorite musical is either Hamilton or Broadway Mean Girls because neither of them have any actually bad songs in my opinion. And lastly, I saw this on an about me template, but I prefer calling over texting because I can't type as fast as my brain thinks and I hate forgetting what I'm going to say while I'm frantically tapping at my Bark Phone keyboard. It's easier for me to call so I can just rap out my thoughts. Thanks for sticking it out through my ramble, and I hope you have a great day! I love you, and I'm always up for being friends, whoever's seeing this! <3
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Use this Picrew and talk about your life! (Don't feel pressured to do either tho! <3)
So.. I have a pretty normal life to be frank,
Well as normal of a life a girl with dyslexia and ADHD can have in school, which is bullied, feeling guilt for not being able to do anything sometimes, feeling afraid to tell others about your diagnosis, etc..
I was lucky enough to get a diagnosis, but I do fit most majorities where I'm from, I'm Asian (Indian, but I feel afraid to say that because people may confuse me for being Amarican-Indian/Native American), and Cis, and middle / upper class.
[My mum's a Psychologist and Dad's a founder of a small business that sells diamonds to jewelers]
I'm unsure if I have all the help I need, but I'm mostly good! Still struggle with doing anything related to school/work/whatever at home lol.
I've not told anyone other than my mum about my sexuality, but I don't really need to as I'm young enough to not have others wondering about why I've not tried dating yet, and I usually show attraction to men (Tho questioning if I just had a Lesbian phase of if I'm M-Spec, unsure if i ID as Heteroqueer or Bi), tho there was a rumor in my school that I was lesbian since I was when I was like ~10, and I didn't bother refuting it when I became older
I've recently developed a Hyperfixation on Helluva Boss, since I was forced by my YT recomendation page to learn about Hazbin Hotel, and I wanted to learn about the free spinoff I knew I could watch. Then promptly became obsessed.
Thankfully despite being bullied when I was younger, I still love myself, although when my teachers did say 'They were wrong but you actually need to work on X' because they didn't know I was Neurodivergent, it did affect my self confidence a bit, so now I take medication to help with my ADHD..
I honestly don't remember what past me wanted me to write, so sorry past me if I forgot to type anything you wanted me too
So ya, sorry for yapping, you don't have to lol, just like talking about my life, especially since this one is the first of the chain, sorry if it's a bother
@blitzosicedcoffee @blitzvo @samualjennings @amethystoceandespiser @blitzs-largest-horsiest-dildo @speakofthedebbie @toomuchdivergentformyneuro @imbatman27 and anyone else who wants to join!
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This is a photo of the happiest, most unedited, most genuine smile I could ever own. The clean air, wildflowers, mountains, and hiking completely cleared my mind and I truly felt grounded. This past weekend was simply perfect.
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chapter 6~life is a “high” way
(*i do not own this gif*)
A/N: this chapter is honestly one of personal favs because we get to see more of spencer feeling more confident in himself in a way while still being him and it’s just aaaaa :’) tomorrow you will get chapter 7 but then after that, expect chapters to come out a bit slower, including requests (which i am working on currently and thank you so much for sending them my way!). lots of my focus needs to be on my personal life but writing helps me get through all of that hell, so i’m in a very wishy washy position lol. thank you so much for the love on nauseous i love uuuuuu
Category: fluff w smut at the end
CW: road head, d/s dynamic, daddy kink
Word Count: 3282
before you read | last chapter | next chapter (coming soon!*)
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Spencer parks in front of your apartment building and stays in his seat as you get out. You both had decided that packing up right away and not going to lunch was better. That way, you can learn more about each other on the way there. You couldn't wait to get inside that smarty-pants brain of his and find out what's really going on in there.
You shut the car door and start walking, but stop when you don't hear his footsteps behind you. When you walk back to the car, you see Spencer sticking his battery in the cigarette lighter to charge.
"You're more than welcome to come in, y'know." You chuckled.
Spencer looks up at you, licking his lips as he moves some of his hair behind his ear. "It's ok, I don't want to bother."
"You won't be a bother. I've been to yours, now you can come into mine."
"Oh, so that's how that works huh? You have to go into the guys apartment before the guy goes to yours?" Spencer said sarcastically.
"You know what I mean!" You pull open the car and grab his hand, "C'mon, Spence. You'll be fine!"
He giggles under his breath and comes out of the car. After locking it, the two of you head inside and up the elevator to the 4th floor. Once at your door, you unlock it and open up to 4 paws jumping onto you. You hear Spencer gasp in surprise and giggle at his reaction, making it seem like you were giggling at your two buddies. Sitting on your old couch was your next door neighbor, Seth, who was watching Pose on the tv.
"Thank you again for watching the boys while I was gone. I really owe you big time for doing this." you say as you get up from the floor.
Seth gets off of the couch and walks up to you to give you a hug. "Anytime! If anything, they can stay at my place when you go on a case-" He stops and looks over at Spencer, standing awkwardly by the door still and letting the dogs sniff him, "Although, it seems like this new case was a success."
"Shut up, Seth!" You giggle, lightly slapping him on the arm. Realizing you forgot your manners, you quickly try to take it back. "Seth, meet Dr.Spencer Reid. Doc, meet my neighbor, Seth."
Seth reached his hand out to shake, but Spencer politely denies. "Sorry, I-I don't shake hands. It's actually been proven that it's safer to kiss." You catch Seth's eyes looking him up and down. "Seth stop teasing him like that!" You laugh. Spencer wasn't into guys, but somehow Seth looking at him made you a little jealous. You're not even dating the man, y/n shut up, you think to yourself.
"You and I will talk later." He says.
"Oh, Spence! These are my babies. The scottie is Benedict and the husky is Draco."
The room went silent for a moment, Spencer trying to hold in a chuckle. "Yes, I did name them after Benedict Cumberbatch and Draco Malfoy. I've had them picked out since I was a teenager, don't judge."
"Oh c'mon hun," said Seth, "it's adorable that you named them the way you did."
"It is," Spencer spoke, "I didn't depict you as a nerd."
"Oh my god, you kidding? She's probably the biggest nerd I've ever met with all her Sherlock and other crime shows, Harry Potter, Doctor Wh-"
"Ok, I think he gets it Seth!" You cut him off. That was enough embarrassment for today.
"I will say, Benedict or Tom Felton could always come my way."
You slap him on the arm again laughing. You look back at Spencer, who was awkwardly chuckling along with. You then announce that you were going to get in the shower. "Seth, can you take them for a few more nights? We're going up to my dad's cabin back home for the weekend. Also, when I get out and do my makeup, you promised me that you would tell me how your date went last night with 'Mr.Perfect' as you said it."
"Bitch I have ALLLLLL the tea that I'm not missing on spilling!"
"Good. Now you two get along. And Spence," He looks up at you, his hazel eyes looking into you...
"Don't miss me too much, hm?"
Then you walked into your bathroom, trying to wrap your brain on the fact that you just said that to him.
~Spencer's POV~ I can't believe she said that.
She left me here a little turned on. I could start feeling my pants getting tight and had to put my bag over myself as I sat on the couch so then I wouldn't embarrass myself in front of Seth. I looked around her apartment to distract myself of thoughts of being in the shower with her. She had a very interesting aesthetic. Walls white with old picture frames that had beautifully taken old photos in them. The lamps that were in the living room looked like they were from the 70's, old gold coating chipped off at some parts of the stand. While there was a vintage look to her place, it was also very modern at the same time, a minimalistic look took over her kitchen. She had a fake vine hanging from the wall behind her tv, some of it covering her maroon record player. In some ways, our aesthetics were similar. If she had a bookcase in here, I'd feel like I was at my place.
Seth and I began to get to know each other. I came to find out that Seth worked as a bartender at a club, and he enjoyed taking photos for his social media. "I would love to be a photographer," he said, "but right now it's just a hobby that I do mostly during the colder months." He says cold, cloudy days (especially if it's raining) were the best times to take photos, in his opinion.
"So," he says, "you work with y/n at the BAU?"
"Yeah, we've really become good friends in the past 9 days. It's like we've known each other for years. Plus, she's great out on the field. She's definitely someone myself and the rest of the team will never take for granted."
"Thank god," Seth said as I heard the water turn off, "She told me that it was her dream to be a part of the BAU. She would never stop talking about it when she was in college."
"Hm, she never mentioned that to me."
"Well, let her tell you on your way to the cabin. She'll love it."
After a little bit more conversation, y/n came back to the living room. Her hair was damp, not fully wet but not dry either. She had thrown on a white turtle neck shirt with a brown sweater vest over it. She matched it with darker brown corduroy pants, cuffing the bottoms. In her hands was what looked like to be her makeup bag. She sat down in front of the mirror that was in the corner on the left side of the tv (when you look at the tv), beginning the process.
Seth and y/n talk about his date from last night and got pretty detailed about it. He talked about how the man took him to a gay bar that was a few blocks from here, and how they danced and drank the night away. "Oh and then get this," says Seth, "we're pretty drunk at this point, right? Well at one point, the local queen that performed came up to me and tried to flirt and shit, thinking she was all that and a bag of lashes, and he saw how uncomfortable I was and stood up for me. And let me tell you, he was REA-DY to throw hands!"
"Stooooop he's literally a keeper!" y/n says.
Once she was done with her makeup, she gets up and goes back to her room, coming back out with her luggage. She goes over to the door to grab a pair of Vans and comes back to tell Seth and her children goodbye.
"I'll be back in a few days. Thanks again, Seth. I really-"
"Owe me one, I know I know!" Seth cuts her off, "Now go have some fun and relax, you need to after working so damn hard for this job!" He turns to me and waves. "And it was very nice meeting you, Doctor."
"It was nice to meet you, too! But please, you can just call me Spencer."
Seth smiles as we walk out the door. What this trip will bring? For once, I'm letting fate take the lead instead of science.
~Y'N's POV~ It had been about a few hours of being on the road. At this point, you were somewhere in Pennsylvania, but not sure if you were close enough to Philly to grab a cheesesteak. You think back to the start of the drive. You suggested that you'd be the dj because your library on spotify had a full range of genres with some songs you had no clue were in there. "It'd be a fun little journey!" You told Spencer. And that it was, a journey.
You ended up driving right by a dispensary before even leaving DC. Garcia told you that that's where she gets her stuff, but knowing that bringing a lot of weed across the country wouldn't be a fun trip, you two decided to go with the original plan and just wait till you get to Michigan.
You could tell Spencer was getting a kick out of your music library. While majority of the songs he didn't know, he was still being goofy and jamming out along with you, trying to match the same energy you were having. The songs that talked about sex, drugs, and/or alcohol surprised him every time, his jaw dropping or his eyes bulging out of his head as he listened to the lyrics. You couldn't help yourself but laugh at his reactions, which would make him laugh along with you.
You two weren't alone, however. You were pretty much sucking down on the carts you still had, although you both made a deal that whoever was driving could only get a little high if they wanted to, drinking plenty of water and eating snacks to sober you up a bit if needed.
Driving through Pennsylvania, you look out the window and onto the scenery around you. You weren't paying attention, however, because you couldn't stop the dirty thoughts that intruded your mind. You couldn't help to think about giving him head, since you hadn't done it yet because both times he gave you all the pleasure. You couldn't wait to get to the cabin and go straight to your knees for him. Suddenly, you tried to get them out of your head. 'You're getting way too excited, y/n. STOP IT!' you thought to yourself.
You decided to just feel everything around you, taking a few more hits from your pen before taking it in. Nineteen by Movements was playing; it was like you could feel the song itself and everything about it as you looked up at the very tall street lamps passing by. Nothing felt better than this moment. Just you and Spencer out on the open road. It felt like nothing could stop you two. You felt free, but you also felt safe and complete, something you haven't felt in a long time.
At one point, you couldn't take it anymore. It was 2:30am and Spencer was still driving. He told you to get some sleep but you weren't sleepy or tired at all. You tried to feel free but when you did, you thought of Spencer, which led to dirty thoughts. It was like you couldn't escape it, and every time the thoughts came, you couldn't help but secretly rub your thighs together for some kind of friction.
As you tried to get the thoughts out of your head, you look over to see a nice little surprise. The passing lights outside helping you see, you noticed the bulge in Spencer's pants. How in the hell would he be getting hard now of all times? Were dirty thoughts intruding his mind, too? Seeing that made you even more wet than you already were. This was your chance.
You look out to the open road in front of you, and gently graced your fingers across his bulge. You look out the corner of your eye...nothing. Not even a flinch. 'Playing hard to get, hm?' You thought to yourself. So you did it again, which made him shift in his seat a little, still pretending he didn't notice anything. Finally, with some kind of courage that you never knew you had, you grabbed his cock through his pants and slowly started to stroke it. His eyes came out of his head, letting out a small gasp.
"You know I'm driving, right?" He asked, "We could crash if I'm paying attention more to this and not on the road."
You give him a smirk, "It's almost 3am," you begin to say, but then you notice that you're the only car on the road, "and no one else is on the road right now."
You start to undo his belt with your one hand. "You pleasured me twice already," you continue, your hand successfully undoing the belt and undoing the zipper on his pants, reaching inside to pull out his already, fully hard cock, "I need to show my thanks somehow, don't I?"
Spencer shifts in his seat, keeping his eyes out on the road. You were kind of hoping he was looking for somewhere to pull over, but you wouldn't mind doing it as he drove. "You...you already did...b-by inviting me to your dad's cabin."
You stopped stroking and he almost let out a whimper. "I saw that bulge in your pants just a few minutes ago, are you suuuurree you don't want to...daddy?"
Just hearing the word 'daddy' made him grab your hair tightly. You smiled as you shifted your position in your seat to go down on him. When you were ready, Spencer stopped at a red light and pulled your face close to his, lips almost ghosting each other.
"You better make daddy feel good then, since you're being such a fucking brat right now." He whispered as you continued to slowly stroke him again.
You couldn't even react to what he said because once the light turned green, he guided your head down to his cock before letting the tightness on your head go and letting his hand rest on top. You decided to egg on your bratty-ness by teasing the tip, giving him kitty licks at first and then slowly just running your tongue in it, licking up the pre cum.
Spencer tightens his grip again, making you whimper. "I'm not sure doing that is a good idea, angel. Do you want to get punished once we're there?"
You shook your head no, but the thought of him punishing you made you feel yourself drip between your thighs.
Spencer moves his grip from your hair and slaps your ass with a huge SMACK, which made you moan loudly. "You have to use your words, angel. Unless you want to be a little slut tonight."
You look up at him to see his eyes were still on the road. You smirk as you pump him a few times before taking his head in your mouth. You bob up and down slowly, hearing him grunt and curse under his breath. You step it up by going down a little lower, each time going back up and then going lower until you had all of him in your mouth. You stayed like that for a few moments, gagging on it.
"Oh fuuuck that's it...that's it baby, take my cock in your mouth, just like that." He says before pulling you off to let you breathe. He's quiet for a moment before he says, "Now I'm going to guide you, angel. You're gonna make daddy feel more good than he already was, got it?"
"Yes, daddy." you answer, knowing that he wanted to hear you say again.
He pushes your head back on his cock, moving you head faster than before. He couldn't get enough it, making you gag every so often and pulling you back up. Spencer's cock twitched in your mouth and you knew he was close. He controls your head faster, his rhythm getting sloppy.
"You want me to cum in that pretty mouth of yours, angel? You want daddy's cum?" He growled, trying not to thrust into your mouth as he continues to drive.
"Mhmm!" You moan, which almost made him go over the edge.
"Keep doing that for daddy, moan for me. God, I bet you just love having my cock in your mouth, but I'm sure you're just desperate for my cum."
You moan again. That you were. You wanted his cum so bad in your mouth so you could taste him; taste how good you made him feel.
"Don't...fuck...don't stop doing that, angel...that's it...fuck I'm gonna cum..."
And with that, you feel his cum shoot inside your mouth, letting out moans and cursing. You slowly continued to suck him, getting every last drop. When you did, you move up to face Spencer as he pulled over, showing his cum in your mouth at first and then closing your mouth to swallow and open back up to show him it was gone. The look in his eyes told you that that was the hottest thing he's ever seen.
Spencer pulls you in surprisingly and attacks your lips with his, as if he was hungry for them. He was almost eating your face but you didn't care, you kissed him back and let your tongues play with one another. You both pull away after a bit and he just looks into your eyes. You look into his hazel eyes and felt complete.
"Now, will you stop being a brat and get some sleep?" He asks.
You giggle as you quickly look at the time in the car radio. "It's 3:15," you said, "it's my turn to drive."
"But now you're all tired from pleasing daddy," he jokes, "so you get some sleep, and I'll drive. I really don't mind it. Honest."
"Are you sure?"
Spencer nods his head. You decided to give in and get comfy in your seat.
"Goodnight, Spence." You say as you move the top part of the seat all the way back. You grabbed your traveling pillow and placed it on top of your right arm, laying your head as you turned your body to face away from him.
"Goodnight, angel."
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Comedian John Mulaney has checked into rehab for 60 days for alcohol and cocaine addiction.
A source exclusively confirmed to Page Six that the 38-year-old golden boy of comedy checked into a Pennsylvania rehab facility this past weekend.
Netflix stand-up star and “Saturday Night Live” alum Mulaney has been open about his past struggles with sobriety, telling stories of his partying and prescription and illegal drug abuse from a young age. He first became sober at age 23.
The source said, “John’s friends and family are happy that he’s finally getting some help and focusing on his health.
“His fans know he’s struggled in the past with sobriety, he has talked about it openly. Unfortunately he has struggled again during the pandemic.
“He’s on board with his recovery, he’s not fighting against rehab.” (x)
Mulaney checked into rehab. I hope it works for him. Routines are a great way to stay out of trouble, and for us non-essential workers who are either not working for long spells or working from home, I think quarantine has been tough in that way because suddenly there’s this free time that can be filled up by getting high all the time.
The holidays are also a fraught time for many people. If you feel like you are struggling with your sobriety, or if you’re imbibing a little more than you’re comfortable with, here’s a reminder that cutting back is rarely a bad thing to do. Stay safe, and message me if you wanna chat.
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Chapter 26
The sun had set long ago and they were all crowded around a card table in Louise Brooks apartment, the radio playing “Side by Side” by the Paul Whiteman Orchestra. Sipping a glass of bourbon, Louise was humming merrily along, but Nelly’s lips were set in concentration. She wasn’t a good bridge player by any measure, but the important thing was that she was getting better. They were in no danger of hitting a grand slam, but Buster thought they might be able to get a small slam out of the game. Keeping his eyes on their cards, he tilted his whiskey glass to his lips, emptying it.
“Top you off?” said Louise.
Buster looked at Nelly, who raised an eyebrow. “Not tonight,” he said, and saw Nelly’s shoulders relax. He kissed her behind the ear and saw her cheeks redden in the lamplight.
George laid down a seven of clubs, Buster threw in a five of clubs, Louise put in a four of diamonds, and Nelly swept the trick for them with a six of diamonds. George had a good poker face. Louise’s was skilled simply by virtue of the fact that she was usually in a good humor whether her hand was bad or good. Nelly needed to work on hers. She straightened her expression as if hearing his thoughts.
He’d been living a double life for years now, but with Nelly in the picture, it had lately become a triple life. Buster One was the gay host always ready for sport, drink, and good company. The quiet man left in the gay fellow’s wake was Buster Two, who never forgot that Lady Luck would decide someday to be done with him, and maybe soon. Buster Three was content to spend afternoons and evenings with his girl in her small apartment where she watched him work out gags for Snap Shots and sat patiently as he gave her bridge lessons. She found him pleasing in bed, and never complained that the only dance floor he led her across was her living-room carpet and their only orchestra the tabletop phonograph he’d bought her. As February gave way to March, his routine of visiting her apartment two or three days a week for a couple hours at a time seldom changed. Twice he’d taken her for a drive into the Valley, although that was always risky in case someone recognized his car as he left town and got to wondering about the girl in the passenger seat. Last weekend they’d had their first bridge game with George and Louise, the first time anyone else had seen them together. Nelly had had the time of her life.
Buster Three couldn’t help wanting more, though. He longed to take her to a picture or have her on his arm during a premiere or benefit, dressed to the nines. He imagined her warming his bed at night, swimming laps in his pool in the morning, and playing bridge games in the billiards room on weekday afternoons. He was finding out that a mistress was a funny thing that way. The more you got of her, the more you wanted.
He stroked her back as she looked over at his hand, deciding which card to play next. They could take at least five more tricks by his count, which would put them at eight. Whether Nelly would spot them was the question. They were playing for a nickel a point. He’d wanted to do quarters, but Nelly had complained about how bad she was and insisted on a lower bet, so he let her have her way.
It was now getting close to ten o’clock. He knew they’d have to wrap the game up in the next half hour if he wanted to be home by midnight. It was the first time he’d stayed out so late with Nelly and not told Natalie where he was going.
“Just Molly and me,” Louise sang in a soft, idle voice, examining her cards. “And baby makes three. We’re happy in my blue heaven.”
Nelly yawned and he rubbed her back. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you home soon, sweetheart,” he said in her ear.
Nelly responded with a smile and he was gratified to watch her discard a three of diamonds in the next moment. He was pretty sure he could take the trick with a Jack of diamonds if neither George nor Louise played the Queen.
They left the apartment at a quarter to eleven, many nickels richer. Louise kissed Nelly goodbye on both cheeks. It made Buster happy to see the girls get along so well.
“How’d I do tonight?” said Nelly, as they walked through the darkness toward his Lincoln town car, holding hands.
“You’ll be able to play pro soon at the rate you’re going.”
She squeezed his hand. “Don’t tease.”
“Well okay, but we can start playing for quarters any day now.”
“Maybe dimes,” she said, laughing. “Maybe.” Another big yawn hit her.
“Don't fall asleep yet, you hear? I have things in mind for you.”
“What kind of things?” she said. From her flirtatious tone, he had a pretty good idea that she already knew.
“Let me take you home and I’ll show you.”
Though she was falling asleep on her feet by the time he parked on Genesee Avenue, she allowed him to walk her inside, persuade her onto the couch, and lift up her skirts. That gave her a second wind and she joined in the excursion with enthusiasm. When they were done and he’d buttoned his trousers back up, he watched her wander around the apartment in nothing but her garter belt and stockings, getting ready for bed. Apart from the nudie show, which he enjoyed tremendously, he found he’d missed watching her take down her hair and return from the washroom wearing it in braids, her cheeks shining from scrubbing her face. Tonight the routine was the same except that she was in the buff. He grinned, looking forward to having something to think about on Monday morning when the tedious conversations about Snap Shots resumed with the M-G-M brass and his surplus writers.
After Nelly had brushed her teeth, he followed her into her bedroom and watched her get into underthings and a pink sleeveless nightgown with ivory lace at the bodice.
“Sticking around to tell me a bedtime story?” she said, giving him an impudent smile.
He swatted her derrière in rebuke as she climbed into bed and drew the covers over her. “Sure. What’ll it be?” He sat on the side of the bed.
“I don’t care. Surprise me.”
“Once upon a time Charles Lindbergh flew over the Atlantic to find the prettiest girl in the world.”
Nelly giggled. “Oh, is that what his flights are about?”
“He gets to England. Nothing worth seeing. Same story in France and Italy and Indonesia.”
“Indonesia’s not in Europe.” Nelly was laughing, but her eyes had also closed.
“Who’s telling this story?” he said, tapping her shoulder. “So he gets back in the airplane, flies all the way across the Atlantic again. Gets to New York. All the dames he sees look like dogs practically. Well, he gets back into the airplane again and he commences to visit every state he can, Pennsylvania, Florida, Mississippi, Tennessee. You name it, he visits it. It’s no good. He never saw such ugly girls. Any how, he’s running low on fuel for his airplane and he decides to make a stop in Chicago.”
“Mmm,” said Nelly. Her lids were beginning to twitch.
“While he’s there he goes and sees the sights. He takes an elevator up to the very top of the Tribune Tower. Guess who he meets on the top, top floor?”
Nelly sighed.
“Miss Nelly Foster, that’s who. That’s how he found the prettiest girl in the world.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. She gave a vague smile at the caress, but otherwise was out like a light. “G’night, sweetheart.”
He collected his jacket and locked her front door with the key she’d given him, which was in his pocket more often than not these days. It was half past midnight by the time he made it home. He half-expected Nate to be waiting in the sitting room or at the foot of the stone staircase demanding to know where he’d been, but the house was silent and dimly lit; he stubbed his toe on his way to the kitchen to see what Caruthers had left in the refrigerator.
Standing in the kitchen eating cold roast and cold cooked carrots from a priceless bone china plate a few minutes later, he was back to being Buster Two, bewildered that this could be his life. Buster wasn’t half bad at Shakespeare. The problem was that Nelly could barely recite her lines without laughing over his sober-faced version of Olivia, who spoke in a high, breathy voice. “Stay,” he would say, “I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me,” and clutch his hands in front of his heart so earnestly she would be in stitches.
“That you do think you are not what you are,” she’d answer, giggling.
She had a feeling he was trying to cut her up on purpose, but the straight face never faltered. After a half hour of practicing, Nelly called it a day. She would just have to learn the lines on her own. Buster seemed content to set aside the little green Arden Shakespeare edition of Twelfth Night. He drew his legs onto the sofa and put his head in her lap. She ran her hand through his thick dark hair as he closed his eyes. “You’re burning the candle again, Olivia.”
“Hmmph,” he said.
“Auditions are next Monday night. If I get the part, you’ll have plenty of time to help me rehearse my lines, I guess. The play doesn’t open ‘til the second week of June.”
Buster opened his eyes. “About that.” His brows were pinched.
“What?” she said.
“I’m leaving for New York on the seventh,” he said with a grim expression.
“Oh.” She’d known in an abstract way that Snap Shots took place in New York, but somehow she’d failed to imagine that Buster might shoot on location. Knowing now how he had traveled in order to film Our Hospitality, The General, and Steamboat, it was a conclusion she should have come to. “How long will you be gone?”
Buster sighed. “July. If I’m lucky.”
“How long have you known?” she said, wondering why he had waited to bring it up to her.
“Awhile. Before we started going together. Guess I just thought the day’d never get here.”
“I’ll miss you,” she said frankly, as she combed her fingers through his hair.
“I know,” said Buster. “I’ve been thinking about how to get around it. Maybe I’ll send for you at the halfway point or something. You ever been to New York?”
“Not once,” she said. She briefly considered the practicalities of traveling all the way across the country while trying to keep her job at United Artists and, if her tryout with the Los Angeles Players Company was successful, star in a play at the same time. She was also thinking of his wife, who would doubtless accompany him. Buster, always so honest and hopeful when he built castles in the air, plainly had not thought of this.
“Well, I got some good news, anyway. That was the bad news. Wanna hear it?” He looked up at her so earnestly that she couldn’t resist bending her head to kiss his mouth.
“Of course.
“I just rented a place just outside the M-G-M lot. A bungalow. Figured it’d save me some time going home every day. Plus you could stay the night. I got it all worked out.”
“Oh?” It sounded risky, but her stomach fluttered at the idea.
“Sure. I’ll pick you up and take you there after dark. We get up before the sun comes up and no one’s the wiser. I can get you over to United Artists in the morning.”
The scheme was more than a little hairbrained, but to Buster’s credit it worked. For two weeks before he left for New York, Nelly spent Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday evenings at the bungalow. It was actually a double bungalow with separate entrances, the other half belonging to Edward Sedgwick, Buster’s new director, who used it as an office during business hours. Sedgwick’s half was always dark by the time Buster ushered Nelly through the door after nightfall, though. Buster’s side of the bungalow was a combination dressing room and gymnasium. The dressing room occupied the first room and contained a stove, refrigerator, and worktop so Caruthers could whip up meals. Like Sedgwick, he too was always gone by early evening, but left a hot dinner for two ready, never asking (or so Buster said) why he was cooking for two. The second room held weight equipment, a rowing machine, a punching bag, and other exercise equipment. Nelly had learned a few weeks back that Buster’s splendid physique was not the result of pratfalls, but of dedicated training. Off the gymnasium there was a small washroom, and at the back of the house a little bedroom with a double bed, a nightstand, and a chair. It was here that Nelly would fall asleep next to Buster, waking up more often than not in his arms.
The alarm clock would ring at a rude five a.m. and Buster would reach over her to silence it. Sometimes they would make love. Other times, Buster would fall back asleep and Nelly would watch him, letting him seize a few extra minutes before reluctantly shaking him awake again. Although he had every outward appearance of boundless energy when he was around her, she could tell in the droop of his eyes and the redness that occasionally invaded them that he was always tired. It was no wonder. There were bridge games with Louise and George Marshall, often stretching until midnight, and when there weren’t bridge games, he was practicing songs on the ukulele while she studied her lines, having recently gotten the part of Maria in Twelfth Night. In spare minutes, he’d tell her about baseball games, meetings with the M-G-M bigwigs, and lunches with other stars. He didn’t seem to have a second of his day that wasn’t filled.
One subject he didn’t discuss was his wife and children. It was as if that part of his life didn’t exist, though Nelly knew that he must spend time with them. At first, she hadn’t wanted to know about Natalie because it would have curdled her with guilt to think that she was monopolizing another woman’s husband. Now she didn’t want to know because her feelings for Buster had strengthened. She could almost convince herself that if she didn’t acknowledge that other part of his life, the fairytale that was their time together could stay in place forever.
And it was like a fairytale, even the ordinary parts, like Buster stumbling out of bed so he could go into the front room and make coffee. She loved his sleep-mussed hair and bare feet, the bleary way he groped for his pack of cigarettes and lit the first one of the day, how he would shrug on a dressing gown over his underthings—if he was even wearing underthings, which was never a guarantee when they were sharing a bed. While he was thus occupied, she would get dressed for the day and throw on a dab of lipstick and a quick brush of mascara. As the coffee percolated and Buster dressed, she’d make breakfast, either wheat cakes with eggs or steak and eggs. They always kept the curtains drawn, and if any early-morning peddler knocked on the door to attempt to sell Buster vegetables, soap, and any other number of commodities, she would creep to the back door and leave Buster to turn them down.
Despite their precautions, spending the night at the bungalow still felt dangerous. Nelly knew it would take only one pair of unfriendly eyes to spot them and the jig would be up. Buster, she thought, was much too casual on this point and she always made him double-check that none of his neighbors were peeping out of their homes as she hurried into his car between six and six-fifteen-a.m., depending on how long she’d let him sleep or whether carnal matters had preoccupied them for an extra ten minutes. Even so, it was hard to stay nervous with his cheery attitude. He had only to throw her one of his beautiful smiles, upper teeth straight and gleaming, and she would be set at her ease again.
Notes: Is this chapter too sentimental? Be honest.
I should warn you that because life is hectic right now for me, I’ll probably go down to an every-other-week update. I was away this weekend and got to working on Chapter 26 when I returned, only to discover I needed to add just two sentences to it. -_- Sorry for the delay. There are some anachronisms here and there will be in the future. Louise Brooks wasn’t in the States at this time. I think I did get the timing on the bungalow right, though. The opening part of the second part of this chapter takes place around March 24th.
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Hey it’s Kristina we used to chat a lot in here. Do u still live in Pennsylvania. I can’t find drugs anywhere was hoping u might be able to help me out. If not it’s cool, and sorry if you don’t wanna hear about it or if ur getting sober. Thx
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it’s the teddy bear! Nix and Dick’s quite unusual life in Pennsylvania.
I know this chapter was wrote quite awful, so if you don't like it, please just ignore it
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Nix hid his face in Dick's chest. He remained silent for a long time, during which Dick did not speak. He only gently stroked the back of Nix's hairy head, listening to Nix's breathing. As if a heavy rain after the bleak grass, the breeze slowly blowing, stirring up the refreshing aroma of grass.
After a long time, Nix finally spoke up.
"I've never wanted to be human again as much as I do now." His voice was muffled, mixed with a rare embarrassment and a touch of gnashed irritation, "At least I can take my clothes off and have sex with you and fuck my fucking brains out instead of being so embarrassed that I have no words to talk to."
Hearing Nix's angry speech, Dick couldn't help but raised the corner of his mouth. But at the same time he felt a secret bitterness and heaviness in his heart. He and Nix have been tacitly aware of Nix's behavior and have avoided talking about it. Whenever Nix wants to escape some topics from Dick, or abandon himself and hide his fragmented emotions, he will make love with Dick. He will madly try to drag Dick into the confusion and joy of his body, and will cover up his true feelings with deep kisses, dirty strokes, colorful seductions and licentious behaviors.
Dick didn't notice it until Blanche committed suicide because of depression. After the funeral dust is settled, Dick and Nix return to the apartment where Nix and Blanche used to live together. Dick is reluctant to let Nix stay alone in the apartment full of memories. No matter how good the memory is, it will only be like a nightmare at this time. Nix, however, locks himself into the room as soon as he gets home, leaving Dick no chance to make any other suggestions.
After pacing back and forth in the living room, eventually, Dick made a quick decision. He first told the housekeeper to prepare the meal and not to indulge Nix in drinking too much wine. He went back to the apartment to clean up his clothes and would come back immediately.
By the time Dick got back to Nix's apartment, it was past noon. Nix didn’t have lunch, and he also skipped over dinner. Dick did not try to disturb him. He waited until nearly midnight, and the housekeeper prepared supper just in case, but Nix's door was never opened again. He didn't even ask the housekeeper to deliver the wine. Eventually, Dick returned to the apartment's guest room, with no clue how long it will take Nix to recover from another death. He closed the door, took off and folded his coat, and sat for a long time with his eyes looked at the front horizontally, his legs together, his hands on his knees, and his back straight in silence. And then, he turned off the light.
Dick's keenness cultivated in the front line for many years made him turn over and roll out of bed on guard, putting on a defensive posture even before he woke up when he felt that someone was approaching him. The next second, however, Dick was completely awakened because of the extremely familiar voice and the other person's fuzzy figure in the dark. He was surprised and asked, "Nix?"
"I don't want to disturb the rest of the house at this time, so" Nix shook his hand in the darkness, and Dick saw by the dim moonlight that it was a key. "Sorry." Nix said unapologetically and threw the key down beside Dick's pillow.
"It doesn't matter," said Dick subconsciously. He was only concerned about Nix now. "What happened?"
"Good question, guessing what? The truth is I decided not to get fucking drunk and wake up the next day, or the next morning, on the vomit-covered floor to escape from --" Nix paused, tilted his head and didn’t go on. He then walked two steps closer to Dick and suddenly asked, "Do you need me to turn on the light to make sure I'm not drunk at this time?"
Dick didn't understand what Nix was trying to do, but he shook his head, "No." He said, "I know you're sober."
"Good," Nix said, "I'm going to do one thing. If you feel any discomfort during this period, say stop, I'll stop right away and leave."
"What? "Dick frowned, and his heart became alert. He had never seen Nix so wearily, even the heavy night couldn’t conceal his pallor. "What are you going to --"
"I like-- hell, I love you. "
Nix saw Dick's lips suddenly closed and his face strangely turned. It was as if this amused him, as if he had expected Dick to show this particular reaction. "I'm tired of pretending that I don't have feelings other than you are just my best friend." He then regained his expressionless face and said calmly, "I also don't want to be carefully suppress, cover up these feelings."
With that, Nix shrugged.
Dick was shocked by these sudden words, feeling dizzy, accompanying by an unadulterated joy. His heart rate soared, blood all poured into the face, and ears were crazy with the huge flow of blood vessels.
Dick opened his mouth. His spirit and limbs, which had been solid as a rock in the midst of the fire and the danger of the battlefield, trembled. He was eager to say something --
The next second, Nix kissed him.
It started as a gentle kiss, Nix brushing Dick's teeth with the tip of her tongue, feathery soft. But to his surprise, Dick opened his teeth and took Nix's cheek in his hand. His breath stung Nix's lips, jaw, and nose like a burning fire and boiling water. Nix was stunned for a few seconds, feeling Dick's tongue itch across the palate, and then suddenly, his senses came back. He desperately sucked on the tip of Dick's tongue until it was tingling, itchy, and painful, saliva spilling from the corners of both their mouths with this intense movement.
There was a long struggle, until Nix laughed and put his hand between them and felt between Dick's legs. "You got me, Major." He said in a low, obscene voice, bending his knees and deliberately grinding the delicate spot. Dick, without surprise, let out a groan and gasped uncontrollably. It had been less than a day after Blanche's funeral, he thought with great difficulty, they were in Nix's apartment, a door away from the housekeeper, the cook, and the maid. Any reason should calm him down and refuse to continue his folly. He bit his lip, trying to catch Nix's hand.
Nix dodged deftly, then fell to his knees and jerked off Dick's shorts. The half-hard penis jumped out. Nix looked at Dick, who frozen in place by his audacity, blushing and bewildered. "So, I guess I'm the first one to say hello to this soldier?" He smiled, bent his head, and put Dick's cock in his mouth without any hesitation.
Dick closed his eyes in despair. Nix was not familiar with the movements at first, but he was apparently incredibly clever. After a few attempts, he had figured out how to swallow Dick's penis as deep as possible, and had learned to squeeze the glans with his throat while fondling the frenulum. Watching Nix skillfully swallow his penis, lick it, kiss the tip of his cock does nothing to extinguish lust. And even though Dick closed his eyes, Nix's puffy cheeks, swollen lips and tearful corners of his eyes, and in between the puffs he muttered vaguely, "Dick, you're hard enough to hurt me."
Dick almost lost his reason. He just wanted to abandon all his faith. He wanted to hold Nix's neck and slammed into his mouth and throat so that he could not say a teasing or outrageous word any more.
In the meanwhile, Nix watched Dick bit his lip with stiff self-discipline, clench his hand into a fist with all his might of restraint and hold it against his thigh, wrinkling his eyebrows, veins on his neck, throbbing forbearing and erotically. He couldn't help but smirked, knowing that the only reason Dick didn't stop him was because he knew that Nix wouldn't stop, and that any extra noise they made would attract and alarm outsiders. Dick tried to stop Nix silently with his eyes, but it was obvious that this oral job could not be stopped.
Nix, of course, selfishly ignored this signal. He put his hand on Dick's hip, involuntarily kneaded Dick's firm tight butt, and then opened his mouth harder, forcing Dick to feel the pleasure squeezed out every time his cock hit Nix's throat.
The sensation builds up so quickly that it seems like a wall of waves is falling over one's head. After another deep throat from Nix, Dick suddenly let out a thick, muffled grunt, and the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tightened -- he was submerged in a sea of desire, caught in the whirlpool of orgasm, and shot out violently.
Before Nix could step back, Dick's semen filled his throat, more on his red lips that seemed to be bleeding, his jaw, and trickled down into the small indentations made by his collarbone. He coughed uncontrollably, and his tears made his face more salacious.
When Dick recovered from the orgasm, satisfaction and possessive desire finally disappeared from his body like a tidal wave. Dick saw Nix, who had already returned to normal at this moment, staring at him with amusement. His penis was still standing upright and his pants were stained with a dark mark.
"Nix, I --" Dick suddenly resenting himself for being so absorbed in the pleasure that he had forgotten Nix’s feeling.
"Stop, just don't apologize," Nix stopped him, shaking his head. "In fact, you can make it up to me. The night is still long."
Dick held his tongue, and waited.
"Fuck me, hard." Said Nix, raising his eyebrows. Dick's semen hung from his pretty, flawless cheek. Dick stared at the liquid that had made Nix unclean, and for a moment, uncontrollably, he wished it were hanging from Nix's eyelashes.
-- this shouldn't be right, they shouldn't have done it, Nix should have had a sweet wife, Dick should have got a girlfriend, they could have been close, and their kids could have been close, but they shouldn't have been as close as they are now, having sex, having fun, two men together.
But Nix was looking at him, recklessly, looking at Dick with a kind of contempt, and at the same time with an incomparable charm and dashing grace.
Fuck it, Dick thought, he had made a choice at this moment. He chose to go against the public order and good custom and abandon the so-called moral standards. He thought that if the world and Jesus only allowed a man and a woman to love and make love, then he would like to be Nix’s woman, and he believed that Nix would also like to be his woman.
"Tell me what I need to do." Dick heard himself say.
Nix laughed.
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When they awoke in the early morning, Dick found Nix's head buried in his neck, trying to hide from the annoying sun. His black hair looked golden in the sun.
"Fuck you". Nix then woke up, groaned hoarsely.
"Good morning." Dick laughed uncontrollably, turned his head and kissed Nix's earlobe reassuringly, as if he had done it a hundred and a thousand times before.
"You're an animal." Nix complained.
"Feeling better?" Dick didn't care about Nix's offensive language. He just asked the question. He knew why Nix had come to him yesterday.
"For now, good." Nix replied scoundrelly, "for good? Have no clue. "
After a moment's silence, said Dick, "You looked awful yesterday."
"Well, when you don't know how something is going to turn out, it's like in Bastogne, you don't know where the German bombs are going to come from and go off," Nix said disagreingly. "But the worst thing that could happen is that you turn me down, you resign, and we don't interact. How could things be worse?"
Dick's heart shrank sharply. "I won't leave you."
"That sounds like a relief." Nix said in his usual joking tone, but Dick knew it was just a mask.
"I don't --" Dick tried to say that again, but Nix flipped over quickly and covered Dick's body with his own. He then put his fingers into Dick's red hair, which was just like the hot and burning and never extinguished sun.
Nix licked his lips and said, "Proved it."
Dick surrendered.
He admits, willingly, he is Nix's captive.
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