#also january’s performance?

[ebadoodles]

when life gives ya lemons, you make lemonade!🎤🎶

[setnet]

one of those once you see it you can't unsee it questions about the cemeteries of amalo books: where is the orchestra? we get the the singers, costume department, office clerks, sets and stage hands, ticket staff, but I can't recall a single musical instrument. are all these operas sung a capella??

[rpfofficial]

character wrapped 2023 💥

tagged by @davidtennantpussytulpa ^-^ i didn't know how many to do so i copied tara and did top 10. i know the severance guys are Four Of Them but i can't separate them theyre all equally important to me

will graham (hannibal), em haywood (nope), aziraphale (good omens), mark & dylan & helly & irving (severance), hawkeye pierce (mash), martha jones (doctor who), ivan karamazov (the brothers karamazov), kim kitsuragi (disco elysium), stewy hosseini (succession), ruescott melshi (andor/rogue one)

i will tag... @fagician @britomart @libraryfag @roadwhores @majorbaby @globuspolski @hadleyfraserfaggot @tenderscience if u want to ^-^

[peniscat]

i know that jesse armstrong is more than capable of knowing when to end a series but the way it was announced that season 4 is going to be the last one kind of made me feel like the whole process behind it is a bit sketchy. they only revealed that s4 is the last one only a month before the premiere, even after posting teaser trailers that never even hinted at the season being the last, and even the cast got the news only during the table read for the final episode. the promotion of season 4 has been disappointing especially when compared to season three. while the actors are not the ones writing the show, most of them have been very clear that they could have seen the show go on for another season and their disappointment over the show ending has been clear as day. while an ambiguous ending will be a very fitting end to succession and i am not against it, i am definitely wondering if the decision to finish with season 4 was something that developed during the filming process instead of it being a clear guideline throughout the creative process of season 4.

[its-all-papaya]

oh also happy quarterly 'i should pull an all-nighter to catch up on all my responsibilities' day. i've never actually successfully pulled it off, but every few months i'm like.... maybe THIS time....... it will work.....

[paulmccartneymybeloved]

do ya'll fuck with john mulaney

[starlene]

Musical tickets acquired!!

I ended up with one Änglagård and two Moulin Rouges, because I noticed there was a single pretty nice ticket available to the former on one of my possible traveling dates, so how could I not grab it? It's an odd show in some respects, but definitely worth seeing again too.

Sooo, if you're a mutual and happen to be in Stockholm between January 5th and 7th 2024, let me know!

Also, my earlier offer stands: if you'd like to, I'll gladly accompany you to the Titanic Artifact Exhibition and/or the Vasa Museum and infodump to you about shipwrecks until we both feel funny in the head share some interesting facts with you. :)

[skid-the-mighty-poet]

[quiltedlovers]

*through gritted teeth* this will be worth it this will be worth it this will be worth it

[darkmatilda]

𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 | 𝐬.𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your relationship is still very new, and you're getting ready to tell the rest of the team about it. in the meantime, you find yourselves again in another unusual hotel...where suddenly spencer starts acting very strangely?

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐰: glasses spencer reid x newbau!female!reader, fluff, intimacy conversation, spender being adorably shy

𝐚/𝐧: 'matilda how many more times are you gonna write that one bed trope' AS MUCH AS I CAN TILL I DIE btw i wrote this fic over a pretty long period of time, had a main idea (supposedly), but in the end i'm not happy with how it turned out—kinda all over the place. anyway, enjoy

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4.8k

"My five dollars"

Spencer sighed and reached into his jacket pocket to pull out the slightly crumpled bill. You closed it in your hand, a triumphant smile on your face.

"Let's make bets more often, darling," you suggested.

When you used that nickname, his gaze briefly flickered over your face, as if studying whether it had been said purely in jest.

"You’re puffing up like you just invented the wheel," he said, gently shaking his head from side to side. "And just to remind you, all you did was park parallel."

"Parked parallel, indeed. And my coffee?"

He also handed you the paper cup he’d been holding while you performed those incredibly complicated car maneuvers that the bet was about. It was morning, the first day back at work. January, the first days of the new year. You had just arrived at the office parking lot in your car, after spending the night at your place. Everything around you still seemed to smell of that melancholic blend of the past mixed with the fresh scent of the coming months. And coffee, bought at the café on the way.

You took a tiny sip of the hot drink. Spencer, it seemed, hadn’t touched his even once. Both of you, consciously or not, were stretching out the moment just a little longer. And, truth be told, you could afford to. The parking lot around you was only beginning to fill with cars, suggesting the early hour. It was nice to sit there together, sharing the quiet without any discomfort.

You realized this was supposed to be your first day at work as a couple.

A warm, pleasant feeling spread through you at the sound of that word, even though you hadn’t said it out loud. It still felt a little unreal. You had grown closer during the New Year’s Eve party at your place. It was only after that shared—and not just one—kiss that a new perspective dawned on you about the past months of your relationship, revealing some undefined emotions.

"I was wondering..." Spender suddenly began, his brows furrowed slightly, pulling you out of your thoughts.

His gaze suddenly fell on his watch.

"We still have some time," you reassured him calmly. "Let me guess. You've been wondering what would happen if we crossed the DNA of a jellyfish that can reverse its life cycle with the human genome?"

A small smile flickered across his face, a touch of affection despite the rather serious expression on the rest of his face.

"That too," he admitted, nodding. Then he opened his mouth, with some visible hesitation, as if a particular question was troubling him. You shifted in the driver's seat, preparing for whatever he wanted to discuss, whatever he wanted to ask. "How...how are we supposed to act...you know, towards each other? At work?"

For a moment, your brain didn’t understand what he meant. But then, a fleeting oh escaped you as the meaning of his words sank in, and you realized that it was indeed something worth considering. Somehow, over the past few days, neither of you had brought it up. You had just gone back to work, without any reflection on the fact that none of your colleagues knew about the progress in your relationship. About how it had suddenly taken a step to a completely different level.

Spencer studied your face in silence, waiting for a response. As he looked at you, coming up with a logical solution became incredibly difficult. Before you finally said anything, you let out two half-intelligent mutters, like a fish thrown onto the surface.

"We have to tell them," you finally said, stating the obvious. "Somehow. Maybe...we can meet at my place this weekend. All of us. Or we could go out somewhere, and then tell them calmly."

"This weekend?" Spencer repeated cautiously.

It was Monday.

Suddenly, it became incredibly hard to read the expression on his face. He was facing you, his brows slightly furrowed, a look of uncertainty, almost withdrawal. The air inside your car thickened, making the silence even more palpable. He seemed almost concerned, downcast. You froze, wondering if you had really said something wrong.

"So until then," he started more quietly, "are we just supposed to hide it from them?"

“I'm not sure hide is the right word," you replied with a grimace. "I just...I meant, maybe we should wait. For a better moment, you know? Instead of walking into the office on the first Monday of the year, when half the people are still nursing hangovers, and saying hey, guess what? we hooked up!”

His expression hadn't changed, despite your pretty honest explanation.

"You don't like the idea," you stated, rather than asking. You made sure your voice sounded gentle, adjusting it to the situation. "I can see that, Spencer."

"Okay, you're right, I don't like it," he admitted with a sudden coolness, his lips tightening slightly between sentences. "Because...I don't get your reasoning. Or, maybe I just don’t know if this is really what you mean."

Slightly surprised, you shook your head.

"What else could I—"

"I don’t know if it's really about that, or maybe..." he cut off, looking into your eyes as if hoping you'd understand by now. But you didn't have the skill to read his mind, no matter how remarkable it was—it was also incredibly complex. "Or maybe...I don’t know, you just don’t take it seriously. That's why you don't want to tell anyone about it."

You gasped, finally understanding his behavior. Realizing the hidden concern.

"You’re worried I don't take us seriously?"

Spencer shrugged briefly.

"You know, if that's really the case, I'd rather know now..."

You leaned in to catch one of his hands, which had been clasped over his chest. You broke his defensive stance, pulling him toward you by his long fingers, simply holding it for a moment before speaking again. With a smile. A slightly amused smile.

"Of course, I take us seriously, you idiot," you snorted. A sense of relief washed over you. Earlier, he’d seemed genuinely worried, and you’d been expecting far worse things than the fact that your guy literally paled with anxiety over worrying you weren’t as invested in your fresh relationship as he was. Well, out of context, it sounded like a very serious concern. But the context was, you took it seriously, and you were incredibly happy he did too. "You know what? Maybe you're right. Why should we make idiots out of ourselves for the next week? Let’s just walk in like this."

You motioned toward your intertwined fingers, raising them as if they were a trophy earned through sweat and tears. Spencer followed their movement with his gaze, initially surprised, but then the corner of his mouth twitched, and he tilted his head with a quiet chuckle.

"We can do it your way," he said, taking control of your hands, clasping them with both of his. He looked relieved; your reassurance and the sincerity in your voice clearly calmed him. You smiled too, finally seeing that peace on his face. "I really don't mind waiting a few days. It might even be… interesting. One of us might not hold out and accidentally slip up."

You raised an eyebrow in a teasing manner.

"Another bet, Reid?" you clicked your tongue. You kept eye contact with him, feeling his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of your hand. He seemed so unaffected, as if he didn’t realize he was doing it. "You already lost five bucks about…ten minutes ago. At this rate, you'll be broke within a month, and we'll have to skip that overpriced coffee downtown. Now that would be a real horror story, speaking as a citizen of the first world."

"Didn't say anything about another bet!”

"Too late," you shot back, turning his hand and taking it in a more formal handshake. "Handshakes sealed the deal."

He rolled his eyes, but a half-smile lingered on his face. He still hadn’t let go of your hand.

"I think we should get going," he said reluctantly.

You sighed with the same enthusiasm. You really felt stuck to that seat, right next to him.

"You know, being late on the first day of the new year should be fully justified..."

"We really need to go."

He was right. But before either of you could move to get out of the car, he leaned forward. Gently cupping your cheek, he drew you in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch, and for a brief moment, the world outside seemed to vanish—just the two of you, in that quiet, perfect stillness.

His face suddenly turned to the side, noticing something through the windshield. You frowned and looked in the same direction.

"That's Gideon," you remarked out loud, even though both of you had already spotted the silhouette of your coworker stepping out of a car that had just parked a short distance ahead. He wasn’t looking your way yet, but he could at any moment. "Quick, hide!"

Okay, you were completely honest with yourself. It wasn’t about being afraid of getting caught. After all, there was nothing strange about two coworkers arriving at work together in the same car—it was even very eco-friendly. You just liked the idea of shoving Reid under the seat. And the poor thing, so thrown off by the mock authority in your voice and the situation itself, did it without a second thought.

When Gideon finally noticed you, you cheerfully waved at him.

"Fuck," you muttered suddenly.

"What is it?" Spencer returned to his seat, adjusting his glasses on his nose. "Do you think he saw me?"

You shook your head.

"I just realized…this is your car."

*

"Okay, draw a straw."

"Morgan, how old are you?" You shook your head in disbelief, staring at the man standing across from you in the motel lobby. The place where you were spending the night this time was very tidy, with subdued colors, but, as tradition demanded, there had to be some sort of problem. You had one room for two, but one of them only had a double bed. So, you had to decide which two lucky people would share it. "Five?"

"And a half. Listen, we have to decide somehow. Let fate do it. The two who pull the shortest will sleep together. Simple as that."

Before you could say anything else, Garcia approached, weighed down by her bags. Yes, her—rarely did any case require her to be on-site, but it wasn’t completely unheard of.

"Oh, come on, Sweetie," she muttered to you, setting her luggage down and hunching slightly to catch her breath. "Let him feel like a kid again for a moment. He doesn’t get the chance often."

You sighed in resignation, but before you could pull one of the purple straws (how did he even get them?) that Morgan was holding in such a way that their lengths were hidden, you glanced around briefly. Sometimes you arrived at hotels at different times, some getting there faster, others later. Spencer and JJ had just walked in, both wearing coats to shield them from the cold January air. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him and his fogged-up glasses, which he quietly cursed under his breath—judging by the movement of his lips. However, you quickly composed yourself, returning to a neutral expression. It had only been two days since your agreement to keep the details of your relationship hidden, and so far, neither of you had slipped or forgotten to keep quiet around the others. Well, out of the two of you, you were probably struggling with it more—being a bit of a clinger, sometimes even your body would naturally gravitate towards his when standing next to him.

“Why are you standing here?” Spencer asked, approaching you. “Is there a problem with the rooms?”

“Is there ever not a problem with the rooms?” you responded, laughing. “Some poor souls are going to have to share a bed,” you explained, making brief eye contact with him. You were sure only he could catch the emphasis you placed on poor souls.

Of course, you wouldn't mind ending up in the same room. It wasn't about the fact that you were together—before, you’d shared rooms and even beds, and you were used to it by now. You would've probably offered it yourself, if it weren’t for the potential suspicion and that silly bet, which was starting to lose its point in your eyes. Maybe you should’ve just told them a few days ago?

“Oh,” he said shortly, crossing his arms with a bit of stiffness. His brown bag hung from his shoulder. He held your gaze for a moment, but his expression wasn’t as amused as yours. His brows furrowed slightly as he cleared his throat. “Poor them. Who’s it going to be?”

You slightly puffed out your lips slightly, watching him with a sharp look. What was it that made him so uneasy—the fact that you might not be in the same room this time?

“We were just about to decide,” Penelope replied, glancing at her friend with a teasing smile. “Morgan’s going to show us a game he learned today in kindergarten."

 JJ couldn't help but snort.

 “Just draw a straw…!”

You couldn’t recall another moment when all of you, every single one, rolled your eyes in perfect unison. But that’s exactly what happened when Derek once again enthusiastically explained the rules, as though they weren’t already ridiculously simple. In the end, each of you reached for one of the straws he was holding.

JJ went first. She pulled hers quickly, and it was of regular length, so it was immediately clear she wasn’t one of the poor souls. She raised her hand in a mock display of triumph, earning a few amused chuckles from the group.

Your turn came next. You approached the task with a certain gravity, as though the fate of the night depended entirely on the straw you chose. You studied each one carefully, as if their lengths could somehow be deciphered from the way they were arranged.

You wouldn’t have minded drawing the shortest straw. But only on one condition. 

Morgan looked at you with mock sympathy. Your straw wasn’t even half as long as JJ’s, which seemed to settle things. Now, it was just a matter of figuring out which of the remaining two—Reid or Garcia—would end up joining you.

Spencer reached out with a calculated, deliberate motion, his eyes immediately darting to yours when his straw turned out to be...one of the longer ones.

You shot him a look of bitter disappointment before your gaze shifted to your soon-to-be roommate. Penelope didn’t seem disheartened—on the contrary, an enthusiastic smile lit up her face. She opened her mouth to say something, but you caught the fleeting shift in her expression and the subtle flicker of her eyes.

“Oh no,” she suddenly gasped, her voice filled with exaggerated horror, even though she’d just seemed perfectly content, or at least not displeased, at the idea of sharing a room with you. “No, absolutely not. There’s no way I’m sleeping in the same room with her. Do you guys even know how loud she snores?”

Lies! You wanted to yell, but stopped yourself as realization dawned. Garcia was a good actress—you had to give her that—but her flair for dramatics always bordered on overkill, making it far too easy to catch her in a lie.

“I’m not used to traveling as often as you guys are,” Penelope continued in the same over-the-top tone. “I barely get a wink of sleep in a new place when it’s quiet, let alone with someone next to me snoring like a steam engine…”

“Love you too, Pen,” you muttered dryly.

“Someone has to switch with me, please,” she concluded, clasping her fingers together in a dramatic plea and pulling off the best puppy-dog eyes you’d seen in a long time. Well, at least since the time Reid had tried to coax you into reciting one of your old, cringe-worthy high school poems—the existence of which you’d only ever confessed to him.

“JJ?” Penelope turned her hopeful gaze toward her.

“Not a chance. My straw was the longest,” JJ replied, smug and immovable.

“Don’t even think about asking me,” Morgan chimed in before anyone could so much as glance in his direction.

And so, all eyes inevitably fell on Reid.

He awkwardly scratched the back of his ear, not looking directly at you.

“Well, I always carry earplugs with me…”

“Then it’s settled!” Garcia declared, hoisting her luggage with sudden determination. One of her heavy bags was thrust into Morgan’s arms so abruptly that he staggered backward under its weight. “Sweet dreams, everyone! Don’t let the bedbugs bite, and may the sheep you count tonight be extra fluffy and adorable. Goodnight!”

Just before she fully turned to leave, she sent you a quick, knowing wink.

You shook your head in disbelief, but the faintest smile danced on your lips. You didn’t even bother questioning how she knew. Only one conclusion circled your mind. Penelope could be really impossible. Thankfully, being impossible didn’t disqualify her from also being the best friend under this vast, sprawling sky. Period.

*

"What do you think about starting a tier list for all the hotels we stay in?” you remarked as both of you crossed the threshold of the room. Your eyes immediately landed on its unexpected feature. “Or at least the weirdest ones. Like the one with walls the color of cat pee where the power went out in the middle of the night. That one’s definitely at the top..."

"I don’t really get the point of a mirror on the ceiling," Reid said after a pause, looking over his shoulder at you. He was standing a few steps away, near the bed in the glaring white room with birchwood floors. "Who wants to look at themselves while trying to fall asleep?”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if he was joking or not. He raised an eyebrow too, not understanding why you did that. Okay, he wasn’t joking.

"You know, the main point isn’t really to look at yourself while falling asleep," you explained, with a bit of amused pity. Your gaze also briefly lingered on the glass surface above the bed, designed to reflect the bodies of people lying in bed. You thought it was a surprising addition but weren’t planning on spending too much time on it for now. You just wanted to get your shoes off—shoes you’d been wearing since sunrise—and finally lie down on something soft. "By the way, I’m taking a shower first."

Spencer only muttered something under his breath in response. Before disappearing behind the bathroom door, you cast one last glance at him. He seemed quiet—strangely quiet. Not that you were expecting his usual chatter after a long day of work; it could weigh on anyone and leave them feeling subdued. Maybe he just needed an extra moment to unwind, and that’s where his restraint came from.

Anyway, you took a quick shower. The pressure of the hot water nearly scalded your skin, which meant you’d be spared the bitter complaints, grumbling, and dramatic resignation threats from Morgan the next day. You felt too tired to linger under the stream for long. After a few minutes, you stepped out of the shower, changed into your sleepwear, and gathered the clothes you’d worn all day from the floor.

You and Spencer passed each other in the doorway without a word.

Glancing back over your shoulder, you frowned. The bathroom door shut behind him, and some concerned question froze on your lips. For a moment, you stood still, debating whether you should ask it. But then the sound of running water reached your ears, and you figured he probably wouldn’t hear you anyway.

Instead, you decided to climb into bed, wait for him, and ask about it then. Whatever it was clearly weighed on him, and the fact that something was bothering him bothered you. Funny how that worked, right?

You spent that moment lying on your back, eyes wide open, afraid you might accidentally fall asleep if you closed them. A comfortable bed during a case—it felt like pure luxury. You were waiting for Spencer to finally emerge from the bathroom so you could curl up next to him, fall asleep to the fresh post-shower scent of him, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

Just like you had spent half the day after the New Year’s party at your place—wrapped around each other, arguing over who would get up to make coffee and whether you should start cleaning up the mess from the night before.

You tucked your arm beneath your head, gazing at your fully-covered form reflected in the ceiling mirror.

“Did you find a portal to another galaxy in there or what?” you finally called out, impatient. He’d been in there way too long. And coming from you—a known lover of long, indulgent baths—that was saying something.

“Sorry,” he murmured as he finally emerged from the bathroom, wearing a gray t-shirt instead of his usual neat work attire and tie perfectly knotted at his neck. He still had his glasses on, which he might’ve forgotten to remove, judging by the way he slid into bed to your left without taking them off.

You watched him closely, rubbing at your tired eye. The shower had managed to wash away about half of the tension from Spencer’s face, but the other half stubbornly remained.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” he said softly.

“I didn’t have to,” you admitted simply, watching as he carefully adjusted himself, finding the right position. The lamp on his side of the bed cast a warm glow over his skin. You were both half-sitting, you comfortably propped up against the soft pillows, and him barely leaning back against them. “But I wanted to. We really lucked out with this room, huh? Penelope is one of a kind.”

"Did you tell her about us?"

"I didn’t say a word. She's just more observant than the rest”

He nodded, agreeing with you. You thought he might say something else about it, maybe make a joke about the bet, but he didn’t. You yawned.

"You seem tired.”

“How did you figure that out, Sherlock?” you asked, your sarcasm light, without a hint of malice. “You too, by the way. Although, it’s not just that you seem tired—you are tired, at first glance. Or maybe something’s bothering you. Or maybe both. Am I right?”

He shrugged slowly.

“No, as far as I know.”

“Oh, come on,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. You pulled your knees closer to your chest, shifting into a full sitting position with slightly bent legs. You leaned forward just enough to gently take his glasses off and fold them, your fingers brushing briefly against his cheek. He didn’t look at what you were doing, his gaze fixed on your face under the soft fall of his lashes. The wonderful color of his eyes, the slight hesitation in your movements as you moved a little closer to kiss him—a fleeting, tender press of lips.

“Something’s going on, and you can tell me about it.”

“Or we could just go to sleep,” he suggested quietly. “It’s been a long day. You must be tired, I mean, you yawned a little while ago.”

You tilted your head, studying him thoughtfully. Was he really trying this hard to dodge the topic? How could you get him to open up?

“I know blackmail isn’t exactly healthy for relationships,” you started finally, turning his glasses over in your hands, “but I’m not giving these back until you tell me.”

Both corners of his mouth twitched at once.

“Oh no, what am I going to do now?” he replied with feigned concern, gently shaking his head. Then he lowered his voice.  “This is exactly what I’d say if I didn’t also have contacts with me.”

"Sometimes I just want to…ugh."

"Violence isn't too healthy for relationships either."

"Just like not opening up. Remember what we talked about a few days ago in the car? You were worried I don't take you seriously. How else am I supposed to prove I'm serious if I don’t ask what’s wrong when I can tell something’s off?"

Your explanation sounded a bit jumbled, but he had to get the general idea. The reference to that specific conversation and his own words seemed to hit a sensitive spot.

"I didn’t want you to feel like you have to prove anything to me," he quickly corrected, swallowing hard. His chest fell, and the sigh felt like surrender. "I'm sorry. I just don't want you to worry about it. It's nothing serious. I’m just tired...and a little stressed."

"Stressed?" you repeated, surprised. "You're stressed? But about what?"

He hesitated for a moment.

"Just... about this," he said vaguely, his gaze shifting from you to your reflection in the glass ceiling. "Us, I mean."

"What do you mean?" you asked quietly, still confused, gently shaking your head. "We've shared rooms before, so if it’s about that, I really don’t get it."

"Yeah, but never like this. In a room with a king-sized bed and a huge mirror right above us," he explained, his voice tinged with embarrassment, clearly wishing he could just stop talking. "Okay, I know this sounds dumb, I know it does, but I don’t know why it’s messing with my head like this. I just...I kinda thought maybe you'd want to..."

"Spencer," you interrupted, saving him from going any further. You saw a flicker of relief in his eyes. You weren’t sure what emotion was bubbling up inside you now—whether it was still confusion or just pure amusement. "You were worried I’d want to have sex with you?” 

You didn’t even need to wait for his answer to know you’d hit the nail on the head. Considering how your relationship had grown out of friendship, slowly evolving over time and shared experiences instead of a sudden burst of passion, you weren’t surprised you hadn’t yet taken that step together. It was something special in its own way—there had never been any pressure, and you hadn’t expected that he might feel the exact opposite.

So when you finally figured out what had been bothering him all this time, you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and genuine.

"You were right, you know. It does sound kind of dumb," you said, unable to keep the smile from your face. His expression remained unreadable, his posture betraying a hint of anticipation as he waited for the rest of your reaction. "But also…I don’t know, kind of adorable? But seriously, Spencer, we don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready."

"It’s not that I don’t want to at all," he clarified quickly, almost too firmly. "I mean...it’d be our first time. Together. That’s what I mean. And I guess I just didn’t expect it to...happen tonight, here, of all places."

"I didn’t either," you admitted truthfully, the smile still lingering on your face. Unlike him, you didn’t feel even a hint of embarrassment. "I figured we’d just go to sleep, especially since we both already admitted we’re exhausted."

"Fair point," he mumbled.

"Honestly, this has to be the biggest example of overthinking I’ve ever seen anyone put themselves through, Spencer," you teased lightly, shaking your head.

For a moment, he stayed silent, but it felt like he was letting out a breath he’d been holding.

“You’re gonna have to get used to that,” he admitted finally, his voice soft. But then, you caught the faint glimmer of a smile tugging at his lips.

He even started to laugh, a quiet chuckle filled with a sort of amused self-awareness. Meanwhile, you leaned out of the bed to place his glasses on the nightstand on your side. If he wanted them in the morning, he’d have no choice but to reach right over you.

“But just for the record,” he began after a moment, as you reached for the edge of the blanket that had slipped off you earlier, pulling it back up to wrap around yourself. Your head was only inches from the pillow now. You gave him a questioning nod. He, too, was getting ready to lie down, finally looking genuinely relaxed. “How pathetic do you think that was, on a scale from one to ten?”

You just rolled your eyes, not even dignifying the question with an answer.

“In the interest of science,” he pressed, “one to ten?”

“Pathetic enough that you’ll need to redeem yourself a little in my eyes,” you sighed dramatically. “Go on, I’m waiting for your ideas.”

“I think I might have a few,” he replied with a soft chuckle.

You prolonged the kiss, savoring the deep sense of comfort it brought you. The two of you lay face to face, and you gently brushed a few still-damp strands of hair from Spencer's forehead, though they stubbornly fell back into place. Eventually, you gave up with a soft sigh against his lips. Spencer kept his eyes closed, lost in a quiet bliss, even as you pulled back just slightly, leaving only an inch of space between you.

"Can I turn off the light now?" you asked, as always. The question had become a tradition since you'd learned about his complicated relationship with darkness.

He hummed in agreement, nodding faintly. Leaning over him, you reached for the bedside lamp on his side. The room was instantly bathed in darkness, your reflections in the mirror above fading into obscurity.

You didn’t fully return to your original spot. Instead, you shifted closer, resting your head comfortably against his chest. The hotel pillows were unbelievably plush, you had to admit, but that night, you chose this over anything else.

"You’re not asleep," he noted gently after about fifteen minutes. He cleared his throat. "During sleep, a person’s breathing becomes slower and more regular. You know, if you’re uncomfortable here, you don’t have to…"

"I’m listening to your heartbeat," it slipped out of you. Though it was true, you hadn’t planned on admitting it out loud. "Nothing sinister, just to be clear. I’m not planning to rip it out of your chest or anything like that. It just works for me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Like those videos that imitate the sound of a crackling fireplace. Pretty calming."

"My heartbeat reminds you of the sound of a fireplace?" he said, a glint of confusion in his softly hoarse voice.

You sighed, in the darkness, he couldn’t see the faint smile painting itself on your face, pressed against his chest.

"Sweet dreams, silly."

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Mute B-127 AU: The Aftermath part 1 (TW: Panic attack, dissociation)

What if B-127 was a little more annoying, and talked a little bit too much? Part 6 of the "Mute B-127 AU", where I made Sentinel rip out Bee's voice box vv

The comic is back, and these parts are going to be called "The Aftermath". The story follows the events of the previous parts, some time after Orion became Optimus and Bee finally woke up from a coma.

First >> Prev >> Next (ON HIATUS, coming back somewhen in January...)

Some explanations under the cut:

Optimus reached for Bee's hand because of chirolinguistics (the language performed through physical contact). He wanted to offer Bee a chance to communicate, because he knew Bee couldn't speak in other way.

Bee pulled away, partially because of the panic attack, but also because he didn't quite recognise Optimus (last time he saw him he was still Orion Pax, he still doesn't know what happened after the fight)

Bee's mask stayed on, as his body still doesn't feel safe enough to drop his guard down. Will he ever feel safe enough to drop it? I guess wait and see...

[wheelscomedyandmore]

You Might Not Ever Guess

Captain Kangaroo passed away on January 23, 2004 as age 76 , which is odd, because he always looked to be 76. (DOB: 6/27/27 ) His death reminded me of the following story.

Some people have been a bit offended that the actor, Lee Marvin, is buried in a grave alongside 3 and 4 star generals at Arlington National Cemetery . His marker gives his name, rank (PVT) and service (USMC). Nothing else. Here's a guy who was only a famous movie star who served his time, why the heck does he rate burial with these guys? Well, following is the amazing answer:

I always liked Lee Marvin, but didn't know the extent of his Corps experiences.

In a time when many Hollywood stars served their country in the armed forces often in rear echelon posts where they were carefully protected, only to be trotted out to perform for the cameras in war bond promotions.

Lee Marvin was a genuine hero. He won the Navy Cross at Iwo Jima. There is only one higher Naval award... the Medal Of Honor

If that is a surprising comment on the true character of the man, he credits his sergeant with an even greater show of bravery.

Dialog from "The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson": His guest was Lee Marvin Johnny said, "Lee, I'll bet a lot of people are unaware that you were a Marine in the initial landing at Iwo Jima ..and that during the course of that action you earned the Navy Cross and were severely wounded."

"Yeah, yeah... I got shot square in the bottom and they gave me the Cross for securing a hot spot about halfway up Suribachi. Bad thing about getting shot up on a mountain is guys getting' shot hauling you down. But Johnny, at Iwo I served under the bravest man I ever knew... We both got the cross the same day, but what he did for his Cross made mine look cheap in comparison. That dumb guy actually stood up on Red beach and directed his troops to move forward and get the hell off the beach. Bullets flying by, with mortar rounds landing everywhere and he stood there as the main target of gunfire so that he could get his men to safety. He did this on more than one occasion because his men's safety was more important than his own life.

That Sergeant and I have been lifelong friends. When they brought me off Suribachi we passed the Sergeant and he lit a smoke and passed it to me, lying on my belly on the litter and said, where'd they get you Lee?' Well Bob.. if you make it home before me, tell Mom to sell the outhouse!"

Johnny, I'm not lying, Sergeant Keeshan was the bravest man I ever knew.

The Sergeant's name is Bob Keeshan. You and the world know him as Captain Kangaroo."

On another note, there was this wimpy little man (who just passed away) on PBS, gentle and quiet. Mr. Rogers is another of those you would least suspect of being anything but what he now portrays to our youth.

But Mr. Rogers was a U.S. Navy Seal, combat-proven in Vietnam with over twenty-five confirmed kills to his name. He wore a long-sleeved sweater on TV, to cover the many tattoos on his forearm and biceps. He was a master in small arms and hand-to-hand combat, able to disarm or kill in a heartbeat.

After the war Mr. Rogers became an ordained Presbyterian minister and therefore a pacifist. Vowing to never harm another human and also dedicating the rest of his life to trying to help lead children on the right path in life. He hid away the tattoos and his past life and won our hearts with his quiet wit and charm.

America's real heroes don't flaunt what they did; they quietly go about their day-to-day lives, doing what they do best. They earned our respect and the freedoms that we all enjoy.

Look around and see if you can find one of those heroes in your midst.

Often, they are the ones you'd least suspect, but would most like to have on your side if anything ever happened.

Take the time to thank anyone that has fought for our freedom. With encouragement they could be the next Captain Kangaroo or Mr. Rogers.

Send this on will you please? Nothing will happen to you if you don't, but it will tell what a "real" HERO is made of.

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It all started with a mouse

For the public domain, time stopped in 1998, when the Sonny Bono Copyright Act froze copyright expirations for 20 years. In 2019, time started again, with a massive crop of works from 1923 returning to the public domain, free for all to use and adapt:

https://web.law.duke.edu/cspd/publicdomainday/2019/

No one is better at conveying the power of the public domain than Jennifer Jenkins and James Boyle, who run the Duke Center for the Study of the Public Domain. For years leading up to 2019, the pair published an annual roundup of what we would have gotten from the public domain in a universe where the 1998 Act never passed. Since 2019, they've switched to celebrating what we're actually getting each year. Last year's was a banger:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/12/20/free-for-2023/#oy-canada

But while there's been moderate excitement at the publicdomainification of "Yes, We Have No Bananas," AA Milne's "Now We Are Six," and Sherlock Holmes, the main event that everyone's anticipated arrives on January 1, 2024, when Mickey Mouse enters the public domain.

The first appearance of Mickey Mouse was in 1928's Steamboat Willie. Disney was critical to the lobbying efforts that extended copyright in 1976 and again in 1998, so much so that the 1998 Act is sometimes called the Mickey Mouse Protection Act. Disney and its allies were so effective at securing these regulatory gifts that many people doubted that this day would ever come. Surely Disney would secure another retrospective copyright term extension before Jan 1, 2024. I had long arguments with comrades about this – people like Project Gutenberg founder Michael S Hart (RIP) were fatalistically certain the public domain would never come back.

But they were wrong. The public outrage over copyright term extensions came too late to stave off the slow-motion arson of the 1976 and 1998 Acts, but it was sufficient to keep a third extension away from the USA. Canada wasn't so lucky: Justin Trudeau let Trump bully him into taking 20 years' worth of works out of Canada's public domain in the revised NAFTA agreement, making swathes of works by living Canadian authors illegal at the stroke of a pen, in a gift to the distant descendants of long-dead foreign authors.

Now, with Mickey's liberation bare days away, there's a mounting sense of excitement and unease. Will Mickey actually be free? The answer is a resounding YES! (albeit with a few caveats). In a prelude to this year's public domain roundup, Jennifer Jenkins has published a full and delightful guide to The Mouse and IP from Jan 1 on:

https://web.law.duke.edu/cspd/mickey/

Disney loves the public domain. Its best-loved works, from The Sorcerer's Apprentice to Sleeping Beauty, Pinnocchio to The Little Mermaid, are gorgeous, thoughtful, and lively reworkings of material from the public domain. Disney loves the public domain – we just wish it would share.

Disney loves copyright's other flexibilities, too, like fair use. Walt told the papers that he took his inspiration for Steamboat Willie from Charlie Chaplin and Douglas Fairbanks, making fair use of their performances to imbue Mickey with his mischief and derring do. Disney loves fair use – we just wish it would share.

Disney loves copyright's limitations. Steamboat Willie was inspired by Buster Keaton's silent film Steamboat Bill (titles aren't copyrightable). Disney loves copyright's limitations – we just wish it would share.

As Jenkins writes, Disney's relationship to copyright is wildly contradictory. It's the poster child for the public domain's power as a source of inspiration for worthy (and profitable) new works. It's also the chief villain in the impoverishment and near-extinction of the public domain. Truly, every pirate wants to be an admiral.

Disney's reliance on – and sabotage of – the public domain is ironic. Jenkins compares it to "an oil company relying on solar power to run its rigs." Come January 1, Disney will have to share.

Now, if you've heard anything about this, you've probably been told that Mickey isn't really entering the public domain. Between trademark claims and later copyrightable elements of Mickey's design, Mickey's status will be too complex to understand. That's totally wrong.

Jenkins illustrates the relationship between these three elements in (what else) a Mickey-shaped Venn diagram. Topline: you can use all the elements of Mickey that are present in Steamboat Willie, along with some elements that were added later, provided that you make it clear that your work isn't affiliated with Disney.

Let's unpack that. The copyrightable status of a character used to be vague and complex, but several high-profile cases have brought clarity to the question. The big one is Les Klinger's case against the Arthur Conan Doyle estate over Sherlock Holmes. That case established that when a character appears in both public domain and copyrighted works, the character is in the public domain, and you are "free to copy story elements from the public domain works":

https://freesherlock.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/klinger-order-on-motion-for-summary-judgment-c.pdf

This case was appealed all the way to the Supreme Court, who declined to hear it. It's settled law.

So, which parts of Mickey aren't going into the public domain? Elements that came later: white gloves, color. But that doesn't mean you can't add different gloves, or different colorways. The idea of a eyes with pupils is not copyrightable – only the specific eyes that Disney added.

Other later elements that don't qualify for copyright: a squeaky mouse voice, being adorable, doing jaunty dances, etc. These are all generic characteristics of cartoon mice, and they're free for you to use. Jenkins is more cautious on whether you can give your Mickey red shorts. She judges that "a single, bright, primary color for an article of clothing does not meet the copyrightability threshold" but without settled law, you might wanna change the colors.

But what about trademark? For years, Disney has included a clip from Steamboat Willie at the start of each of its films. Many observers characterized this as a bid to create a de facto perpetual copyright, by making Steamboat Willie inescapably associated with products from Disney, weaving an impassable web of trademark tripwires around it.

But trademark doesn't prevent you from using Steamboat Willie. It only prevents you from misleading consumers "into thinking your work is produced or sponsored by Disney." Trademarks don't expire so long as they're in use, but uses that don't create confusion are fair game under trademark.

Copyrights and trademarks can overlap. Mickey Mouse is a copyrighted character, but he's also an indicator that a product or service is associated with Disney. While Mickey's copyright expires in a couple weeks, his trademark doesn't. What happens to an out-of-copyright work that is still a trademark?

Luckily for us, this is also a thoroughly settled case. As in, this question was resolved in a unanimous 2000 Supreme Court ruling, Dastar v. Twentieth Century Fox. A live trademark does not extend an expired copyright. As the Supremes said:

[This would] create a species of mutant copyright law that limits the public’s federal right to copy and to use expired copyrights.

This elaborates on the Ninth Circuit's 1996 Maljack Prods v Goodtimes Home Video Corp:

[Trademark][ cannot be used to circumvent copyright law. If material covered by copyright law has passed into the public domain, it cannot then be protected by the Lanham Act without rendering the Copyright Act a nullity.

Despite what you might have heard, there is no ambiguity here. Copyrights can't be extended through trademark. Period. Unanimous Supreme Court Decision. Boom. End of story. Done.

But even so, there are trademark considerations in how you use Steamboat Willie after Jan 1, but these considerations are about protecting the public, not Disney shareholders. Your uses can't be misleading. People who buy or view your Steamboat Willie media or products have to be totally clear that your work comes from you, not Disney.

Avoiding confusion will be very hard for some uses, like plush toys, or short idents at the beginning of feature films. For most uses, though, a prominent disclaimer will suffice. The copyright page for my 2003 debut novel Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom contains this disclaimer:

This novel is a work of fiction, set in an imagined future. All the characters and events portrayed in this book, including the imagined future of the Magic Kingdom, are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. The Walt Disney Company has not authorized or endorsed this novel.

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250196385/downandoutinthemagickingdom

Here's the Ninth Circuit again:

When a public domain work is copied, along with its title, there is little likelihood of confusion when even the most minimal steps are taken to distinguish the publisher of the original from that of the copy. The public is receiving just what it believes it is receiving—the work with which the title has become associated. The public is not only unharmed, it is unconfused.

Trademark has many exceptions. The First Amendment protects your right to use trademarks in expressive ways, for example, to recreate famous paintings with Barbie dolls:

https://www.copyright.gov/fair-use/summaries/mattel-walkingmountain-9thcir2003.pdf

And then there's "nominative use": it's not a trademark violation to use a trademark to accurately describe a trademarked thing. "We fix iPhones" is not a trademark violation. Neither is 'Works with HP printers.' This goes double for "expressive" uses of trademarks in new works of art:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogers_v._Grimaldi

What about "dilution"? Trademark protects a small number of superbrands from uses that "impair the distinctiveness or harm the reputation of the famous mark, even when there is no consumer confusion." Jenkins says that the Mickey silhouette and the current Mickey character designs might be entitled to protection from dilution, but Steamboat Willie doesn't make the cut.

Jenkins closes with a celebration of the public domain's ability to inspire new works, like Disney's Three Musketeers, Disney's Christmas Carol, Disney's Beauty and the Beast, Disney's Around the World in 80 Days, Disney's Alice in Wonderland, Disney's Snow White, Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame, Disney's Sleeping Beauty, Disney's Cinderella, Disney's Little Mermaid, Disney's Pinocchio, Disney's Huck Finn, Disney's Robin Hood, and Disney's Aladdin. These are some of the best-loved films of the past century, and made Disney a leading example of what talented, creative people can do with the public domain.

As of January 1, Disney will start to be an example of what talented, creative people give back to the public domain, joining Dickens, Dumas, Carroll, Verne, de Villeneuve, the Brothers Grimm, Twain, Hugo, Perrault and Collodi.

Public domain day is 17 days away. Creators of all kinds: start your engines!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/15/mouse-liberation-front/#free-mickey

Image: Doo Lee (modified) https://web.law.duke.edu/sites/default/files/images/centers/cspd/pdd2024/mickey/Steamboat-WIllie-Enters-Public-Domain.jpeg

CC BY 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/deed.en

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RIP James Earl Jones an EGOT Winner an Iconic actor and voice of Mufasa and Darth Vader

January 17, 1931-September 9, 2024

"One of America's most distinguished and versatile actors” for his performances on stage and screen. Mr Jones has also been recognized as "one of the greatest actors in American history" He was inducted into the American Theater Hall of Fame in 1985. “He was honored with the National Medal of Arts in 1992, the Kennedy Center Honor in 2002, the Screen Actors Guild Life Achievement Award in 2009 and the Honorary Academy Award in 2011”

[smutoperator]

Barbie Doll

Kim Jiwon (Liz) x Male Reader

Tags: armpit play, bed-breaking sex, (lots of) blowjob, casting couch, facefucking, facial, good smell, magazine cover, neck play, passionate sex, (lots of) sniffing, tall blonde and gorgeous

Word count: 4542

Seoul, South Korea, January 7th, 2025

You are an editor for a fashion magazine who went to watch Ive at the Golden Disk Awards. You initially intended to follow Wonyoung, as they were eager to get a photoshoot with Korea's It Girl. As Ive started performing, you did what they asked you to.

However, as the performance progressed, a tall, blonde, and gorgeous Barbie-esque girl quickly caught your attention as well.

"I have to get her too," you said to yourself. Wonyoung is amazing, but your heart now wanted Liz. She truly looked like a human Barbie doll, so you rushed backstage to talk to her.

"Let me introduce myself, I work for a magazine brand and we are interested in getting you for the cover, but we have to conduct some tests before you get the contract, do you want this?" you asked Liz. "Sure," the blonde answered. "Then meet me there tomorrow," you said, giving her your house's address.

Liz knew this could be her big breakout, so she arrived at your spacious house the next day in an angelic white dress. "Good morning," she greeted you. "Better now that you arrived," you answered and she smiled to you. Her looks were truly striking. The blonde hair, her long legs, her tall stature, her cute smile, everything made her look like a Barbie doll.

"Sit here," you told Liz, directing her to the couch. You were meeting a pair of people from the brand who were giving you suggestions about outfits. However, you didn't seem interested in it, declining their suggestions one after another. Your eyes were all on Liz and more time wasted with them meant less time to look at your Barbie doll.

Liz watched on the couch as you told them the meeting was over. "My apologies, those meetings are really stressful, The fashion business can be a fruitless grind sometimes, but I'm glad you're here, you ask something but people a lot of times do the opposite of what you say," you said.

"I'll do anything you ask," Liz replied. "But first you have to give me a chance," she continued. You decided to toughen things up with her and gave her a test. "I knew you wouldn't show up this early if you didn't have an ulterior motive," you said. "Well, it was you who decided to scout me and invited me to your house," she answered.

"Liz, you're beautiful, but our brand wants something extra from you, they want…," you started to say. "Sex appeal?" she asked, interrupting you. "Exactly," you answered her. "They also want the popular thing many times, the safest route, if it depended just on the higher-ups, they would have signed Wonyoung and be done with it, it's the easy route, she's got a huge brand, everybody knows her appeal," you said. "But Liz, I know you've got some great potential and want to sign you as well, you're tall, the perfect Barbie doll with that blonde hair, but they want you to prove yourself," you continued.

"Yes, my friend is amazing, I can't deny it, but I want to secure this opportunity for myself," Liz said. "I'm willing to bet on your potential, Lizzie, but you have to show me why you're so special and alluring, show me what you have," you told her.

Liz knew she had to grab that opportunity like her life depended on it. And she took grabbing it quite literally, as she reached her hands to touch your covered erection. "Does this make me special?" Liz asked, noticing your cock was very hard for her already.

"You're almost there," you told Liz, who took the steps to get there as she started unzipping your pants, unveiling your throbbing cock and softly touching it. Liz dove her head onto your shaft while you caressed her back, her bending over providing you the perfect opportunity to check her white panties just like her dress.

"Now we're getting closer, if you keep moving like that I can grant you a magazine cover," you said as her mouth was very soft sucking your cock. Liz just nodded positively, keeping her focus on pleasing your shaft. "You're truly not leaving any doubts about your sex appeal," you continued, caressing her again.

"You're so good at sucking cock, fuck yeah" you praise Liz's blowjob skills as she sucks it very slowly, making sure to stimulate every inch of that throbbing shaft, just admiring as she moves her head up and down it and already puts you on the edge. You give her ass a little spank. "You're so good at following instructions, today, you're gonna do exactly what I want you to do, barbie doll," you say to her.

"Keep sucking it, your mouth is so warm," you tell Liz as she remains super focused. You test her a bit further, moving your hips up to softly pound her face. "You like when I fuck your face like that?" you ask her. "Hmm," she answers, muffled by your cock in her mouth.

"God, that's perfect, I feel like such a lucky guy, let me kiss you," you tell Liz as she pulls her face out of your cock and lets your lips touch hers. "Look how good your cock tastes on my lips," she says.

"Show me your body, stand up," you tell Liz as she takes her dress off, leaving herself wearing just her bra and panties. "Turn around," you tell her, admiring her sexy back as well, grabbing her ass and kissing her butt, before giving it a couple of spankings.

"On your knees," you tell Liz as she goes back to suck your cock, impressing you with a no-hands blowjob. "Keep sucking like that, you're amazing," you tell her. Liz truly gives you an amazing blowjob, her warm mouth wrapping all over your cock. You tease her, popping your cock in and out of it, before grabbing her head and fucking her face. Liz looks upwards but takes it like a champion. "That's amazing," you say to her.

Liz grabs your shaft and continues to suck it off like her life depended on it. She truly wants that opportunity for herself, making sure to suck the soul out of that cock. "You have such a great mouth, I can see a big future for you, I made a great choice," you say, enjoying the sounds of your cock popping out of her mouth and pounding her face as Liz tightens her mouth. "Perfect, so beautiful," you say.

"You are not going to regret giving me a chance," Liz says, smiling at you as she keeps giving you a sexy blowjob, now adding rapid strokes to match your thrusts in her face. You groan as the young vixen works her mouth around your shaft perfectly, nearly making you bust already, but you manage to save yourself by asking her the perfect question.

"You want more?" you ask Liz. "Yes," she emphatically answers. "Then come here, let's go to my bedroom," you say as you grab Liz's arm and guide her. Liz rises to the occasion, kissing you passionately while taking your clothes off, your cock pointing right between her long legs. She grabs your shaft and strokes it while you passionately kiss her, rubbing the tip of your cock against her soft skin while you reach under her panties.

You remove Liz's bra and start sniffing her body from top to bottom. You pay lots of attention to her armpits, amazing at how good they smell. You slowly move down her body, sniffing her tits and then her tummy, amazed at the incredible scent of her body the more you worship it.

You kiss Liz's belly button, which she enjoys. "You seem to like my tummy," she says. "I fell in love the moment I saw it on yesterday's show," you say to her. You then finally pull her panties down, unveiling her cute pink pussy. "Oh my God, you're beautiful," you say, amazed as you look at her Barbie-esque body.

You can't contain your instincts, quickly diving to worship Liz's cute pussy, diving between her legs and licking her folds. "Ahhhhhh," she softly moans as your tongue is already all over her soft vaginal lips, putting her long legs over her head as she invites you to eat her out.

Liz rolls her eyes as she enjoys your tongue all over her folds. "Ohhhh yeah," she says as you blow some air in her pussy and sniff her entrance, before moving sideways to lick her clit. "Ahhhh, yes" she moans again as you stay concentrated on pleasing her pussy, making her legs shake a little.

You climb towards Liz, kissing her and feeding your cock for her to suck as she lies on your bed with her ass up. "Oh my God, you're so good," you say as Liz takes your cock in her mouth in a very obedient manner while you look at her pale ass and long legs. "Such a hungry kitty," you tell her as she sticks her tongue out, noticing her hair is arranged like cat ears are popping out of it.

You keep fucking Liz's face as she gets your shaft wet for her pussy. "God I love your cock," she says after it pops out and she licks your tip. "Keep sucking it and you'll get the cover," you tell her, motivating Liz as she increases the pace, bobbing her head on your cock without using her hands.

"I'll do anything you ask," Liz says, fully submitting herself to your will as you continue to pound her face. "Oh my God your mouth is so beautiful," you say as you can't stop getting addicted to it. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," you groan as you keep fucking Liz's face.

As you finish the blowjob session, you get on your knees and worship's Liz tall body. "So beautiful," you say as you kiss her while your hands touch her bare and fully shaved pussy.

Liz teases you as she rubs your cock towards her entrance. "You're fantastic," you praise her. "I'm so glad I chose you," you continue. Liz then pushes you against the bed and gets back to suck your cock, deepthroating it harder than ever and running her mouth all over your shaft and tip, showing how hungry she is for that gig. "You're so perfect, my sexy Barbie girl," you tell her as she continues to worship your dick.

"Now I want you to fuck me," Liz says. "You get what it takes to be a cover star in our magazine, giving everything I want," you tell her, kissing Liz. "Come here, sit on my cock," you instruct her.

"Ahhhhh," Liz softly moans as she slowly descends your cock, taking it all the way deep in her pussy. She opens her long legs and takes a slow ride, getting herself accustomed to the sheer size of it inside her walls. "God that feels so good," she says as the sunlight hits her beautiful face while you push your cock up to hit the depths of her pussy.

You let Liz take her time with your cock, as the bounces on it with very long strides. "Oh my God your cock feels so good inside of me," she says, moving a little faster as she gets more and more familiar with it. Watching her softly moan as she rides your dick is a thing of beauty, as the only noises coming from that room now are your groans, her moans, and the creaking in the bed.

Liz moves faster and faster, the creaking sounds in your bed getting louder and louder as she does it. You run your hands over her waist, which makes her pick up the pace. "Yes, yes, yes, bounce on that dick," you command to her. Before hitting her with a surprise test.

Liz reacts well as she opens her legs for you to thrust hard up her pussy, as you can no longer resist the urge to pound her tight pink hole to the fullest. She stood her ground perfectly as your balls smash against her clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, holy shit" she moans, her little tits bouncing as you pump her pussy at full speed.

"OH MY GOD," Liz closes her eyes and moans without letting her voice crack, her mouth opening to the fullest as she lets her feelings be known while your cock heats her pussy with fast thrusts. You pump her so fast now she almost falls on your body, but she quickly keeps her balance and just lets you turn her into a perfect cocksleeve as she is vying for that coveted magazine cover.

"Wow, you passed with flying colors," you tell Liz as she enjoys her victory, grinding herself against your shaft and then bouncing on it with a perfect rhythm. "Good lord, you're so good at everything, sucking my cock and now riding on it," you tell her as you get impressed by Liz's riding skills, especially knowing she just turned 20, yet takes on your cock in a way many girls older than she can't.

"Let's see if you can take this," you say to Liz as you hammer her pussy at maximum speed. She moans beautifully as your cock hits her cervix repeatedly, but once again survives the barrage of thrusts you give her pussy with ease. "YEAH," she screams as she pushes you to the limit, her tits bouncing like crazy as you can't stop using her pussy. "So good, so good, so good," you say to her.

Liz brings you to exhaustion as you start panting. "Wow, you young girls have so much energy, maybe I'm getting too old for this," you tell her. "Wait until I cum in your cock, can you do that to me?" Liz asks. You bring your top game to make her cum and quickly deliver the results. "I'M CUMMING," Liz moans as your cock hits her pussy nonstop, the bed creaking more than ever as she creams your cock full of juices.

Liz climbs out of your cock as she thanks you for her orgasm with torrid kisses and soft strokes. She slowly runs your hand over your cock while you run yours over her tits. "Suck my cock," you whisper in her ear as Liz follows your instructions perfectly, slowly moving her mouth from top to bottom of your shaft. "I love tasting me on you," she says.

"I can see why, your scent is so amazing," you praise her once again for her good smell. "You look so beautiful sucking my cock, oh yes," you say in between groans as you admire the way Liz worships it until a full deepthroat.

"Sit back on my cock," you tell Liz as flips sides, this time ready to ride on your cock while facing you forward. Passionately kissing you, Liz softly mounts on your cock, letting you grab her ass and kiss her cute tits as she moves very patiently up and down your shaft.

"Oh yeah, fuck me," Liz begs as you start pushing your cock back up her pussy. "God your cock is so amazing," she says as you fuck her. Liz tilts her body and looks behind to watch you pump her pussy, moaning louder and louder as the speed of your thrusts increases. "YES," she screams as you spank her cute ass and move faster and faster, closing her eyes as her pussy keeps getting stuffed full of cock.

You tease Liz a bit, spreading her ass and slowing down as you push your cock in and out of her pussy multiple times, before resuming the pounding. "OHHHH YEAH, FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD," she screams as she gets drilled harder and harder, you testing her to the maximum once again, but Liz can resist. You put a thumb in her asshole and keep thrusting nonstop. "YEAH, YEAH, MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER THAT COCK," she begs, handling your hard thrusts like a champion as her cheeks get clapped and you suck her bouncy little tits.

Liz cums all over your cock and kisses you tenderly as she loves the way you use her pussy. "God, this is such a good fuck, I've never been pounded like that," she says. You pause a bit and admire her cute sexy body, letting Liz kiss you while you give slow pumps to her pussy.

You put Liz on all fours and worship both her fuckholes, circling her clit while you eat her ass, running your hands all over her legs while you eat her out. "Give me more," Liz begs, moving her body in your direction and sliding her pussy right back into your cock.

"That's amazing," you say as Liz's tight pussy clenches its walls all over your cock. "Bend it forward," you tell her, grabbing Liz's waist and putting her in the perfect position for a doggy pounding. But you are rather kind to her, letting her move her hips up and down your shaft, loving her smile while she does so. "I don't think I can have enough of you," she says.

You fuck Liz's pussy very nicely, grabbing her cute butt as your cock pushes in and out of her pussy. "Yes, keep going, that's so good," she moans as you tease her. "I want you to fuck me all day long," Liz begs. You hear those words and go feral, pushing hard in her pussy and making her little tits jiggle as you clap her cheeks. "AHHHHH, OHHHHH, FUCKKKK, YEAHHHH," is all she can scream, turned into a cocksleeve once again as she creams all over your cock.

You reach to finger Liz's wet pussy as you fuck it hard. "OHHHHH YEAHHHH," she moans, completely overwhelmed by your fast-paced thrusts. You are so addicted you don't know how to stop, bringing Liz's body in your direction as you run your hands all over it while pounding her from behind. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," you groan as you pound her harder than ever. "AHHHHHH," she screams, you wrapping your hands around Liz's belly as your cock bulges under it.

Liz smiles as she cums again while you sniff her neck. "I love your smell, it's so amazing," you tell her. "Thank you," she kindly answers as you get on top of her and sniff her back, before putting your cock inside her in a prone bone position.

"OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHH," Liz moans hard as you plow her pussy hard and deep, watching as she rolls her eyes and her cute ass absorbs the shocks of your hard thrusts. "AH, FUCK, FUCK FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD" she screams, closing her eyes as her pussy gets turned into your fleshlight, closing hard around your cock. "You're so beautiful and sexy stuffed full of my dick, that's why you're gonna get the cover," you tell her.

You keep pounding Liz from behind as the noises from the bed moving get louder and louder, you are ready to break it as long as you get to keep fucking her pussy. You get very out of breath, using all your might to fuck Liz's pussy until you get exhausted. "Such a sexy girl," you tell her before resuming fucking in a classic bed-breaking manner.

You passionately kiss Liz as you stay with your cock buried deep in her pussy, giving her shoulders a little biting before bringing her sideways bring her sideways, wrapping your hands around her chest, and fucking her a slowly few times before flipping her around and putting her body on top of yours. "YESSS, FUCKKKK," she moans as you position your hands right on her soft tits and run them over her tall body, kissing her neck and sniffing it while you finger her pink pussy and give it some taps that make her moan. "HMMMMMM," she screams as you start pushing her body against your cock, before pounding her in a pearly gates position. "OH MY GOD," Liz moans hard as you turn her into a fucktoy, just hitting her pussy time after time while you pinch her tits and play with her neck.

"HAHAHAHA," Liz laughs as you keep fucking her, clapping her whole body against your crotch and wrapping your hands all over it. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she screams as you pause to play with her pussy, both of you loving it and laughing a lot. Liz's long legs twist hard as you can't keep your hands off her clit. "AHHHHHH," she screams.

You put Liz back laying in bed as you massage her beautiful pussy, ready to make her squirt. She closes her eyes and prepares herself for a blissful orgasm as your hands attack her pink cunt. "UH FUCKKKK," Liz screams as she cums, you rapidly muffling her moans with kisses.

Liz gets on the edge of the bed, offering you her creamy pussy for you to savor, feeling in heaven as your mouth kisses her folds and you breathe some air into her vagina. You grab her ass and worship her perfect pussy, kissing and eating it out for a few minutes.

Liz's body gets flipped once again as you share kisses with her and get her back on top of the bed, attacking the erogenous zones of her neck with more kisses and licks, making her get sent to the moon. You slowly position your cock back in a missionary position as she wraps her long legs between your head, you bringing the pillow for her to rest her head as you get ready for another round. "I love the way you fuck me," she says.

"So good," you softly say as you give slow pumps into her pussy. "God your pussy feels so amazing," you tell her as Liz is in heaven now, taking a big cock up her tight holes that make her cum endlessly while getting passionately praised and used like that.

You pick up the speed once again, watching Liz close her eyes as you attack her pussy one more time. You love the moans coming out of her mouth, pushing you to go harder and harder. "Oh my God, you're the best," Liz tells you in between her mess of moans. "OHHHH YES, YES, YES, GIVE ME THAT COCK," she screams as you once again push her to the limit, and yourself as well. "AHHHHHHH," Liz screams, her holes very sensible after half an hour of fucking, but you only keep pushing. "AH, AH, AH, AH, AH," she screams, her cute tits bouncing as you grab them and gave them a little spank.

You get fully on top of Liz, penetrating her at a straight angle while you choke her. "FUCK, YEAH," she screams, almost losing her voice at this point as you can't stop drilling her pussy. You put her upside down, sniffing her good-smelling fuckhole as she keeps moaning, pinching her tits as you spread her legs, before going back to plowing that young yummy pussy. "Oh my fucking god, that pussy is so good," you say as you put Liz at your total submission, kissing her as her pussy keeps getting plowed harder and harder.

You touch every inch of Liz's body as you fuck her. You kiss her neck, you lick her beautiful armpits, you take pleasure in watching her moan like a slut as you freely use her tall, slim body for your pleasure, sending Liz to the stratosphere with strong thrusts in her pussy that make loud sounds when your hips clash against hers. You then go back to sniff and lick her beautiful armpits once more. "God damn it, you smell so good," you tell Liz, who laughs and love the way you praise her, as you now slowly move around her entire arm, licking up to her elbow, paying special attention to her armpits and ending sucking her tits before you give her more kisses and fuck her pussy very slowly while she hugs you;

After 40 minutes of passionate hot fucking, you're completely exhausted. But you have a little more to give to Liz, as you put her sideways and slide your cock in a spooning position inside her. You can tell Liz is very drained to as she is completely out of breath. You play with her pussy a little before you resume penetrating her, but this time going back to your typical high intensity. "OH GOD, YEAH," she moans. You get to her side and press her tits and caress her belly. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, DON'T STOP," she begs.

Indeed, you don't want to stop, attacking Liz's pussy as if it was your first time fucking it. Her little tits jiggle more than ever while your hands are all over her clit, fingering it at full speed and matching the pace of your thrusts. "OH FUCK YES," Liz screams, barely able to breathe at this point. You give her a little break, before attacking her pussy hard once again, your balls hitting hard on her clit and your cock reaching deep into her cervix. "You're so beautiful, so perfect, my Barbie doll," you tell her, never stop pounding Liz for a single second. "AHHHHHHH," she screams hard as you look her in the eye, both of you using every last drop of energy you have left for this intense fucking.

"FUCK YES," Liz screams as her walls tighten hard against your cock. If it depended just on you, you would have blasted your load right in her pink pussy, but you quickly remember this is still a professional casting couch, pulling out just in time and delivering a massive blast of cum in Liz's face that she loves it, kissing the tip of your cock and cleaning it afterward. "So good, covering my Barbie doll and next magazine cover girl with my load, so nice," you say, feeding your cock for Liz to suck one final time, enjoying slowly putting it in and out of her mouth until someone opens the door and interrupts you.

It was Wonyoung.

"I see she followed my instructions perfectly," Wonyoung says as she spots Liz's face full of cum with your cock in her mouth, before grabbing your cock and licking it herself. "Hmm, she tastes so good in it," she says.

"No wonder she is so good, she learned from one of the best," you praise her friend. "Are you gonna give her a magazine cover?" Wonyoung asks you. "That and much more," you tell her.

"See, Jiwon, that's how you get magazine covers, you gotta suck some big fat cock and let them cum all over your beautiful face," Wonyoung tells her. "You thought I got them because I was popular? No, that's how I get them," she continues.

"Thanks for teaching me," Liz tells her best friend. "I can see he really enjoyed you, how about we come here tomorrow and land another photoshoot after we have a threesome with him?" Wonyoung asks.

"That sounds like a great idea," Liz answers.

And no one thinks it's a great idea more than you do. You certainly won't complain about adding another Barbie doll to your collection.

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Bon Jovi - Livin' on a Prayer 1986

"Livin' on a Prayer" is a song by the American rockband Bon Jovi, and is the band's second chart-topping single from their third studio album Slippery When Wet. Written by Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora and Desmond Child, the single was well received at both rock and pop radio and its music video was given heavy rotation at MTV, giving the band their first number 1 on the Billboard Mainstream Rock chart and their second consecutive number 1 Billboard Hot 100 hit. It also hit number four on the UK Singles Chart.

After Bon Jovi performed in New Zealand on January 28, 2008, while on their Lost Highway Tour, the song re-entered the official New Zealand RIANZ singles chart at number 24, over twenty years after the initial release. In 2009, the song returned to the charts in the UK, notably hitting the number one spot on the UK Rock Chart. In November 2013, the song made its return to the US Billboard Hot 100 at number 25, due to a viral video.

"Livin' on a Prayer" is the band's signature song, topping fan-voted lists and re-charting around the world decades after its release. In 2013, the song was certified triple platinum for over 3 million digital downloads and has since sold over 13 million worldwide making it one of the best selling singles of all time. The video reached 1 billion views on Youtube (the band's second song to do so) on February 1, 2023. The song describes two characters, Tommy and Gina, who are also referred to in Bon Jovi's 2000 single "It's My Life".

"Livin' on a Prayer" received a total of 88,6% yes votes!