#and now my grandmother is asking if I want to go on a cruise to the UK and france next year too

[animalsandskyyy]

2025 is looking to be my year of european travel

[star-suh]

🎃 Red Riding Hood 🎃

mark lee x male reader

cw: top mark, implied cruising, breeding, reader's first time, reader is dom-ish sometimes, some voyeurism, rimjob, blowjob.

an: this one is not so halloween-ish and i just took the general idea of the tale, thanks to @blehhhidk for the idea of this and other two fics 🥹🫶

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y/n a pretty boy who always wears a red cap was getting ready to visit his grandma, who was sick. "listen y/n your grandma is sick, so go the pharmacy and buy her some medicaments" says y/n's mom "and go straight to your grandma's house don't you stay out there doing nonsense" she slapped his head carefully. "ok mom" he just rolled his eyes and went to the pharmacy. in his way towards there he make eye contact with one of those 'bad boys' wearing dark clothes and smoking in the corner of a house "goodbye pretty boy" says the strange boy and y/n blushed "goodbye sexy boy" replied y/n without thinking, he felt embarrassed and walked faster meanwhile mark just laughed and decided to walk behind the cute guy. "where you going?" asked mark. "i'm going to my grandma's house. she is sick and need medicaments" replied y/n. "hmm i see… can i go with you? and make you company" asked mark to which y/n responds "sure".

between talk and talk mark discovers that y/n is a virgin and that he wanted to lose his virginity so he downloaded an app for that but it didn't work for him. "i can do you the favor. you only have to ask for it" smirked the guy while grabbing his big bulge, y/n just blushed "shut up i must get to my grandmother's quickly" he says. "where does she lives?" asked mark, "she lives in *******" replied the boy. "i know a shortcut, through the forest" commented mark, "you mean that forest? as in the forest that is near lord seonghwa's castle… that alleged vampire?" he whispered that last part while watching to all directions "yeah let's go" mark grabbed y/n by the hand and they run towards the forest.

they were walking until suddenly they hear moans and grunts, carefully they walked to see what was happening and there we are, two people fucking, one has pink hair and the other brown hair, in the forest, in plain sight. "fuck that's hot" says mark while a tent is forming on his pants and the same happening in y/n's. "i might accept your offer" says y/n to mark who looked at him surprised "let's go" it's the only thing mark said taking y/n with him.

now, in mark's house, more exactly his bed, was he eating y/n out, his tongue exploring y/n's insides while saliva was surrounding y/n's virginal entrance "so fucking good" moaned mark while y/n was biting the sheets holding back his moans. minutes later y/n's hole was already dilated to receive mark's thick piece of meat, but first y/n wanted to suck it and have it in his mouth. "suck it like it's a lollipop" mark says slapping his cock in y/n's mouth. the bottom obeyed and gave his everything to make mark feel good "yes just like that" whispered mark emitting a quiet moan. y/n was loving the burning feeling of mark stretching his virginal ass "i want more of this" begged y/n, "don't worry you would have this and more from now on" grunted mark while leaving his cock without moving it so that y/n would get used to the feeling.

minutes passed and y/n wanted more sex with mark, he's like a insatiable whore now, his cock bouncing while riding mark's "yes yes i love this" said the greedy bottom fucking himself hard on mark's rod "hold on, go… easy. y-you are being such a slut" growled the man feeling so satisfied by y/n's tight hole. now mark grabbed y/n's legs and pushed them back towards his torso and started to thrust hard "i'm gonna pump you full of my kids. until it's slipping down your hole for how full you are. you hear me?" mark asked and y/n just nodded "yes yes fuck me. fill me up" begged the little slut. y/n's was now riding mark with his back facing mark, he started to move his ass gently ass if he was massaging mark's cock "i'm gonna milk you dry markie" smirked the bottom "this cum is all for me" he moves front and back eager to get mark's seed inside him. hours have passed now, mark was impressed by how mich stamina y/n has and how slutty he turned out to be, the bed was wet for all the sweat and the windows were foggy, it looked like a sauna. "i'm gonna cum~" growled the top, he stilled his throbbing cock inside y/n's ass emptying all his balls while y/n did the same spilling his seed on mark's sheets both feel exhausted and they were gonna sleep together until a thought crossed y/n's mind "GRANDMAA!!!" he yelled and went quickly to get dressed and go to his grandma's house, "wait" screamed mark but it was too late y/n was already out of his house….

y/n was scolded by his mom and he promised he would never take another path to go to his grandma's house, but that's a lie... he would always take the forest shortcut to meet with mark and fuck there, returning to his home full of mark's milk that is like an everyday meal for him. "hey! red cap boy wanna ride" asked an smiling mark who was leaning on a tree and y/n just licked his lips "yeah"...

[jokeroutsubs]

Nace Jordan on the cover of Slovenian tabloid Lady (22 February 2023)

Nace Jordan from the band Joker Out

"They even impressed grandma Marija"

Nace Jordan is not a new name on the Slovenian music scene, as his bass guitar can be heard in many songs by various music artists, and we also spent some time with him on the entertainment show 'V Petek Zvečer' (On Friday Night). But he, of course, is having the time of his life since he became an indispensable member of the hottest music band in Slovenia at the moment, our Eurovision representatives, Joker Out.

"The rest of the guys tell me that I can just chill and be happy because I joined them now when they're having the best of times," says Nace Jordan, who can't hide his excitement about becoming a member of Joker Out. "I'm very positive by nature and I find something good in everything, and coming into the band is definitely one of the best things that has happened to me." He also feels a little troubled about it, though. "What if someone says that now that Nace has come into the group, it's going downhill. You never know, that's just how I think," he says self-critically, but he has nothing to fear. Bojan Cvjetičanin, the singer of the group, knew who he was calling when he invited him for a coffee. "Having jumped into some bands before as a substitute, I knew it could be very difficult. Especially if there are some disagreements in the band. So I first asked Bojan if they had had a fight. And him confirming to me that they didn't was the decisive factor that made me accept the invitation," says the 28-year-old from Kranj.

Caption 1: Nace Jordan is the newest and the oldest member of the band Joker Out.

From dreams to reality

Nace joined the band with a wealth of musical experience, as the description of his work states that he is a musician, bassist and producer. But he started -like most young people- with the dream of becoming a singer. "I loved to sing when I was little and I always said I would be a singer when I grew up. Then my cousin, Miha Zore, also a musician, inspired me to pick up the guitar for the first time.

At home, they didn't want to buy it for him because they were convinced that his first enthusiasm would soon pass. Then he found his mother's old guitar at his grandmother's house, and he practised so hard that his parents relented. However, he switched to bass guitar quite early on, because he realised that there was a shortage of bass guitarists in this country. He says he is self-taught, but he has had some very good mentors, including Primož Grašič, Matej Hotek and Englishman Scott Devine, who has one of the biggest bassist schools on YouTube today. There are also his musical friends Denis Beganović - Kiki, a renowned multi-instrumentalist from the Primorska region, who played with Magnifico for a long time, and his drummer colleagues David Morgan, who plays with Avtomobili, and Anže Langus, who he says believed in him, supported him and opened many doors for him. "I'm grateful to all of them for passing on their knowledge and encouraging me," he says modestly, adding that he also had a hand in writing down the tunes. "That's why they call me a musical jukebox. I am lucky that I learn a tune quickly and remember it quickly. Today, for example, I still know all 200 songs, including quite a few German shlager songs, that I played on a cruise ship one summer, by heart."

Nace earned his first real money from music when he went to play on a cruise ship at the age of 18. "At a jam session in Kranj, I met musicians who told me about working on the ship. I auditioned and was selected. We then cruised the Baltic with Maja Založnik and others and played," he says, easily recalling those days. It is much harder when he has to remember all the musicians he later worked with as a bassist. "I have fond memories of working with Katarina Mala. I loved playing with Samuel Lucas and his band. I accompanied Nina Pušlar a few times. I consider it an honour to have worked with Elda Viler. And I could go on and on." But he prefers to stop, because he really doesn't want to forget anyone, and he admits that he will miss his musical friends from V petek zvečer (On Friday Night), with whom he had a great time for two years. He is now saying goodbye to them, as he would not be able to bear being on two ends at the same time. At the same time as saying goodbye to the show, he is also saying goodbye to the hat that has been his trademark for many years. "I put that hat on my head for the first time in 2013 and people liked it so much that they kept asking me about it. Then it started annoying me because I realised that people thought I was bald. So I took it off, because I have a fine haircut," he explains with a laugh, running his fingers through his hair.

Caption 2: "The real passion is not the music, it's the people you make it with, play it with. And that's what I've got now," says the satisfied Kranj inhabitant. PHOTO: Primož Lavre

Night jogging

As befits a true Gorenjska inhabitant, Nace also likes to ski, but this winter that is not an option. "Just recently, Bojan and I, who is a keen snowboarder like me, were talking about how good it would be to go skiing. But we really can't afford it this year, because it would be unwise to get injured before Eurovision," he says. He still has some sporting activities to do despite Eurovision. "Apart from skiing, I really like swimming, badminton and running. The latter is still the one I do the most, but I'm probably the funniest runner in the world. I'm the slowest and the latest. I like to run between 11 p.m. and midnight. This stayed with me from the days when I was much heavier, and I felt awkward running in the daytime. But I really enjoy running," he admits. Since he's sculpted his physique, he also enjoys looking in the mirror. Nace finds it easy to talk about the period when he was chubby, but he prefers to explain that he feels much better since he started to pay attention to his diet due to health problems. "When I started to watch what I ate, the weight just melted off. I found a lot of useful things online and I've put together a lunch menu of seven dishes that I really like." Nace mostly cooks for himself, but he is also very grateful to his mother Darja for helping him now that he is busy. Even though they have not always been enthusiastic about his musical pursuits, his family has always been there for him. "I listened to them for a long time, wondering 'When will our Nace find a job?', but now I know they are happy for me. They see that I enjoy what I do, that it's such a big part of me that I can't do without it. And just the other day at lunch, my grandmother Marija said: 'Well, now we're going to have a celebrity in the family too?'" he tells, laughing.

Caption 3: He enjoys being on stage because he is always 100% ready to perform.

Article by: Simona Dakič Nemanič

Scans and translation by: @kurooscoffee

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for demanding my extended family do more to help care for my grandmother?

Demand may not be the right word but I’ll let you decide.

So some info and context before I get into it. My grandmother is 90 and was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in March. She was given 6-10 months to live. I have one sibling and 6 cousins. My grandmother has 3 living children. I am the youngest (23) the other grandchildren range in age from 27-41. My father and I live close to her and my uncle and his two children live like an hour away. Everyone else is roughly 1800 miles away. My uncle and cousins that live an hour away never spend time with her. She sees them like twice a year. They will not pick up their phones when she calls. They have lied to her in the past saying that events were canceled when they were not because they didn’t want her there. Every single time in the past 4 years that I ask them to do literally anything for her they tell if it’s that important I can do it myself. In 2019 my grandfather died so I quit my job and moved in with my grandmother so she wouldn’t be alone. I planned his funeral and did everything I could to help her. I moved out at the end of 2021 because my dad moved in and I can’t live with him. I go to her house at least 5 days a week to help because my dad does very little for her. I am disabled and I have had major struggles due to that. I am the closest to my grandmother because of living with her and taking care of her. However I did not have a good relationship with her until I was 19. My dad is her least favorite child (I’m not exaggerating she literally says this) and she hated my mom and treated her like crap until 2 years ago. She does not treat anyone else like this. She adores my aunt and uncle and thinks their children are perfect and has always had good relationships with them.

Now that you have some more context here’s the situation. I applied for an out of state job in January and got an offer that I accepted the week before my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. I was supposed to move at the end of May but I moved it until the end July so I would be able to get her situated but that’s the absolute latest I can put it off for. I’m finally at a point that my health is stable enough that I can start actually building my own life. This is an extremely good opportunity that I’ll probably never get again if I pass it up. I’ve been struggling trying to find time to get all my stuff taken care because I do so much over there. My dad and aunt have now taken to saying I’m being selfish for moving. They say I’m the closest and everyone else has a life (job, relationships, kids etc.) so it’s unfair for me to leave her alone when no one else can help. They also said that I’m going to regret not helping or spending time with her. This is when I started getting really pissed. I told them I have been taking care of and spending time with her for the past 3 years. Her other son that lives 40 miles away can help he’s just choosing not to. I told them that they need to figure their shit out on their own. I said that there’s 3 kids and 8 grandkids and I’m the youngest but someone how I’m expected to do the most and I’m not allowed to have a life but everyone else is. They threw in my face that I’m disabled so any life I try to build for myself will fall apart anyway so it’s not the same as my cousins who can maintain it. They kept saying that everyone is so much farther and I’m being unreasonable. I lost it at this point and pointed out that there’s 3 other people who can be here easily that need to start caring because she’s literally dying. Why would you not spend time with someone you know is dying. Also my cousins that live far are all capable of making a trip her to see her and help for a week or so. They all have very well paying jobs, own at least one home and take 3-6 vacations a year. They have the money and time. They can skip a cruise or trip to see their dying grandmother. This is when I found one of them has been in this state fairly close 4 or 5 times to see a friend and will not tell my grandmother because he doesn’t want to “waste his time off” spending time with her. I told my aunt and dad that they have to figure this shit out on their own because I’m absolutely not giving up this huge opportunity when there is 10 other people that refuse to do shit. My grandmother does not want me to give up this job and stay here. She wants me to go so she can see at least some of life I’m trying to build. My mom is backing me up and saying they need to do more instead of putting it all on me. Everyone else in the family is saying I’m a selfish asshole that needs to suck it up and do what I’m supposed to instead of expecting them to drop everything.

So am I the asshole here???

What are these acronyms?

[timaeusterrored]

(The Golden Cross)

Kerry lit his cigarette and looked over at Venus, who was stretched out like the Goddess Venus herself. The morning sun hit him just right, the blankets around his hips, Vax’s arm over his waist. It was unfair to have two beautiful people in his bed like this.

But the thing that really caught Kerry’s eye was the golden cross around Venus’s neck. They never talked about religion, Venus certainly did not go to church. But it still had him curious, a cross symbolic of Christianity, but a name of a Roman Goddess-or the planet, or the plant. God why were there so many things named Venus?

The one thing about Venus that was more on the creepy side though was the fact that both his eyes were all black, two endless voids. He used to have brown eyes apparently, in the baby pictures he saw.

“Like what ya see?” Venus’s accent was thick in the morning, a mix of his Louisiana draw and whatever abomination was Night City’s accent. It made for some very fun conversations with him.

“I do.” They spoke quietly, as to not wake the exhausted fixed behind Venus. Vax deserved his rest, especially after yesterday. “Curious ‘bout something though.”

Venus rubbed his eyes, shifting a bit so Vax could snuggle into his chest. How was the most dangerous man in Night City the cutest fucking thing Kerry had ever seen?

“Your cross. What’s that about? Fashion or you secretly religious and I’ve been disrespecting someone for a bit.” What? Kerry likes holding it between his teeth when he fucked Venus.

“Mmmmm… both.” He had not been expecting that. “I’m by no means religious… haven’t been for years. But my mama was. Religion is a sticky subject in our family… this is Jett’s cross though, his grandmother was religious.” Something else Kerry noticed is when speaking of Jett, Venus always talked about him in the present tense. But he understood, he did the same with Johnny for years.

“Was it hard?”

“Yeah… but my mama died before I came out so I think I dodged a bullet. Not that nomads have a church or anything, but that woman prayed before every meal, before bed, every trip we took… always had her Bible too.”

Kerry nodded and blew the smoke out away from his partners, looking out over the city.

“What about you? You ever have religious family?” Venus asked, making Kerry look over again, then nod. He never talked about his own history.

“Mom was a devout Christian… dad was too greedy and drunk to really give a fuck. He fucked off to I don’t know where, maybe back to the Philippines. Never saw him after I left. She was never the type to force it on us though, as long as we were happy, she didn’t care… she knew I was bi before I did, apparently when I was a kid, I talked about boys and girls the same. She was a great woman in some ways…” He missed his mother. She was long dead now, died when he was 16, after he had already moved in with Johnny. That was the year he went off to work on the cruise to get away.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to ramble-“ When he looked over, Vax’s eyes were open and watching him. Both had the same look on their faces.

“I would have loved to meet her.” Vax whispered.

“You’re a few decades too late, sweetheart. Most of my family is dead anyway, my youngest sister is probably alive? Dunno.” Kerry shrugged.

He and Venus shared a look, a look of familiarity. In some ways, Venus reminded him a lot of himself, he didn’t know if he loved or hated it.

“I’m gonna go make some coffee. Good chat.” He kissed his lovers before pondering why the fuck he just said ‘good chat’ to his input of two years now. He hadn’t meant for the conversation to go the way it did. He didn’t want to talk about his family, he had wanted to talk about Venus.

[thornbushrose]

Day That Will Live in Infamy

Today is December 7, Pearl Harbor Day, and I always like to tell this story about my grandparents. They got married during the Great Depression and soon enough, my uncle came along. Grandpa worked in a print shop at the government-run CCC camp, but he wanted something better for his family. When a relative told him that Standard Oil was hiring men for its oil refinery on the tropical island of Aruba, Grandpa applied and got the job.

Men were supposed to work for a year before they brought their families, but everyone knew that the US would soon enter World War II, so Grandpa convinced them to let him bring his family after only six months. Grandma got the telegram inviting her to come to Aruba on December 6, 1941. The day before the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor.

For months afterwards, Grandma received telegram after telegram. They would send her travel instructions, then cancel them and tell her to wait. It must have been very uncertain times for her. Finally, she got her official travel approval, so she packed her now-18-month-old son and set out on her journey. Grandma was a small-town Missouri girl, and this was the first time she had ever even been on a train. They took the train to New York City, where their travel plans were cancelled again. They stayed there for two weeks before Standard Oil was able to find room for them on a ship that was definitely going out.

So now Grandma, a woman in her early 20s, got on a large ocean-going vessel for the first time in her life. This wasn't a cruise ship. It was a passenger vessel full of Standard Oil workers returning from visiting their families. There were very few women on board. Fortunately, one passenger was an executive of the company who was traveling with his wife. They adopted Grandma and her baby and kept them safe during the trip.

Unfortunately, the vessel's sister ship, the one that had departed two weeks earlier and Grandma was supposed to be on, was sunk by a German U-boat before it reached Aruba. Due to this turn of events, Grandma's ship docked in Trinidad and was forbidden to travel any further. However, Standard Oil didn't want to wait for their executive, so they arranged for a plane to take him and his wife the rest of the way to Aruba, and my grandmother and uncle went with them.

So, after taking her first ever plane ride ( which must have been something in 1941), Grandma finally arrived in Aruba. Grandpa must have been ecstatic, since the men on Aruba knew that one of their ships had been sunk, but not which one it was. They went to bed in their new house that night, and slept through the attack when a U-boat came up in the island's harbor and bombed the US Air Force base behind the refinery. The next morning, men and women were rushing to pack their families on a boat to return to the United States. Someone asked Grandma if she was going to leave, and she said, "Are you kidding?! I just got here!"

Those families didn't get back to Aruba for a year and a half. My grandparents stayed through the length of the war, and added another son during that time. I suspect my grandmother was running the place by the time they left. It would be on-brand for her.

I like to tell this story because it's about regular people and how they suffered and sacrificed during the war. The Boomers had Vietnam, but I don't think the generations since then really understand what war means. May it remain so.

[lasthumaninwales]

Okay so, by way of an explanation of my blog title, which no pne asked for...

In my family, I am very much the one who is into spooky shit. I'm the one who likes horror movies, who reads scary stories, who wants to go on ghost walks and visit haunted places... but for whatever reason, I am not the one who ever sees anything.

However, what does happen is that people tend to see things around me.

When I was 19 I went to Egypt with my grandmother. We took a cruise down the Nile for a week, visited a lot of ruins and temples, as one does. And, about halfway through the week, we were in a visitors' centre for one of said temples, sat in the dark watching a video, and my grandmother had a full on supernatural experience sat right next to me.

Apparently, a woman dressed in traditional ancient Egyptian clothing - headdress, long white dress, the works - appeared at her side, hands held out to her in a 'prayer' position. I was sat on the next chair over, and I saw nothing. My grandmother said she was trying to get to me, to get my attention while this was happening, but despite us being inches apart she couldn't reach me.

The next day she saw a carving on a wall, and told me that it was the woman she saw. The carving was of the goddess Isis.

Everyone joked about it when we got home, talking about how my grandmother must have had too much to drink the night before, but like... we could barely afford to drink water on that trip, she hadn't had a glass of wine since the first night.

In more recent years it's my wife who keeps seeing ghosts. My wife... has come around to more spooky hit since we've been together, but neither really believes in nor in any way likes ghosts and haunted places. And yet...

We went on holiday to Yorkshire, and in York I insisted on going to The Golden Fleece, the most haunted pub in a city that's already haunted as fuck. When I went to the bathroom, I got a text from her saying "Please can we leave soon." My signal was a bit rubbish so I didn't reply, just went back out to the bar to tell her that sure, of course we could leave.

Her: Thanks, sorry, I just got a bit freaked out because I thought I saw something behind the bar. It's okay though, I'm fine now.

Me: Really? What was it?

Her: Oh it's nothing, I just looked up and there was a guy behind the bar, and it was a different guy to the one who served us. I looked away for a second and he was gone. He must have just gone through to the other bar, it's nothing.

Me: Yeah? What did he look like,

Her: I don't know, he was facing away from me, tall, dark hair, wearing a big red coat.

Me: ... Did you not read the descriptions of the ghosts that are supposed to haunt this place? On the plaque outside?

Her: ... No?

Me: A red coat you said? Like, a modern one?

Her: No, like a long wool one, old fashioned...

Me: One of the most famous ghosts in this place is a highwayman called One Eyed Jack. He wears a long red coat.

Her: ... I wish you hadn't told me that.

Then closer to home, we were driving back from the next town over late one night a few weeks ago. It was cold and raining...

Her: I feel bad, I feel like we should have stopped for that girl.

Me: What girl?

Her: The girl stood by the side of the road back there.

Me: I didn't see anyone...

Her: She was stood looking out onto the road, on your side. She had a white coat on, did you not see?

Me:... A white coat?

Her: Yeah...?

Me: You know that bit of the road is meant to be haunted, right?

Her: NO?!

Me: Yeah, some kids coming back from a concert saw a young woman dressed in white at the side of the road back there. She stepped out in front of the car, they thought they'd hit her, felt it happen, but when they stopped there was no one, no body anywhere, not a mark on the car. I told you this story...

Her: I DIDN'T KNOW YOU MEANT HERE!

Me: Shit, babe...

A couple of nights later we were making the same journey.

Her: -sounding reluctant and strained- ... She was there again.

Me: ... the girl?

Her: Same outfit. Standing in the same spot. Identical.

Me: Babe... I was deliberately looking this time, and I didn't see anyone.

Her: ... Shit.

So, yeah.

I don't see ghosts, but I seem to facilitate other people seeing them.

[arosebyan0thername]

Angry life vent under the cut, don't read if you don't want negativity

Ok yeah I do definitely still resent my step mom for not getting a job and just relying on uber and doordash for almost a year after she lost her first stable job since moving west, and I do resent both of my parents for choosing to take out loans to go on cruises when they were barely even paying their bills on time. My dad is disabled and can't work and he's blaming himself for trying to get on disability instead of just getting another job that he can't do, but if she had sucked it up and gotten another desk job even though she *didn't wanna* then they wouldn't be so far in debt right now that they can't even afford a lawyer to help fight the foreclosure they're being threatened with.

I was living with my mom in pennsylvania and I'm mad that she didn't tell me that rent is super high where she is and I wasn't going to be able to afford to get a place on my own out there before I moved, but honestly I did really love the life that I had in PA, except living with my mom, and if I could've afforded to get an apartment out there, I would've stayed. I moved back to Nevada after my step dad relapsed and my mom thought she was gonna lose her house and have to move back in with my grandmother and there was no room for me there, but here we are now still on the verge of losing the house. And my job is currently cutting hours; I was already down to four days this week and next and then my boss told me not to come in for the first 4 hours of my shift today bc we're so slow, and I'm still trying to pay off my current semester of college.

AND I dont have a car bc some fucking asshole was speeding around a curve down a hill in the dark on fucking gravel and totaled mine, so now I can't even move out of state without enough money to rent a uhaul.

And my mom has been texting me for two days about my alcoholic brother and his alcoholic girlfriend and all the fights they've gotten into and the shit he's saying about our family while he's shitfaced and I dont know why she's dumping it all on me but it's just not helping.

I'm not even asking for good parents, I just wish I had fucking stable parents

[fmhiphop]

FM Interviews: Grammy Award-Winning Gospel Singer Dante Bowe Discusses God's Provision, New Album, And The Success Of His Music

As famous motivational speaker Les Brown once said: “The greatest revenge is massive success.” Recently, FMHipHop spoke with Grammy Award-winning singer, songwriter, and producer Dante Bowe about his gospel career and Grammy nominations. Initially from Rockingham, NC, now based in Dallas, TX, Dante Bowe has been making waves in the contemporary Christian music scene for the past several years. He has released numerous singles and albums and has featured several songs in movies and television shows. Honors For Dante Bowe Dante peaked at No. 1 on Billboard's Gospel Chart last year and topped Billboard's Top 10 Gospel Artists of 2021. In addition to a Grammy Award, the chart-topping artist has been nominated for seven awards (as a soloist and as a group) across both the Gospel and Christian genres. At this year's award ceremony, Bowe was nominated for Best Contemporary Christian Music Performance/Song for his song "God Really Loves Us," which Maverick City Music produced. During the 64th Grammy Awards last year, he won Best Contemporary Christian Music Album and earned five nominations. Additionally, he founded and runs TRUE Music Records, an independent music management company. Besides his contributions to the music industry, he continues to be a beacon of hope for those in need by serving on the boards of charitable organizations that focus on children, the homeless, and at-risk youth. Gospel Music Is In His Blood There has always been a strong connection between Dante and gospel music. In his upbringing, music of all genres was appreciated. However, his grandmothers on both sides of his family taught him about gospel music. Not only that, Dante decided to try gospel music following his encounter with God at 16. "Over time, I became known locally for singing gospel," he said. "Nationally, when I went on tour with Eddie James and after I signed my first record deal with Bethel Music, one of the biggest Christian record labels, that's when it all exploded. It was all an accident. I was just led by God." First Single A new sound has been introduced in his first single, "Hide Me." This song represents the beginning of his foray into the mainstream R&B market while simultaneously remaining true to his gospel roots. With his forthcoming EP Press Play, Dante hopes to achieve new heights and broaden his fan base. According to Dante, the premise behind the single is his belief that "hiding" is the soundtrack of his life. "Definitely the soundtrack of the last season. I felt as though God hid me to prepare me for what was to come," he said. "A lot of times, we look at being "hidden" as a bad thing because we want exposure — we want to be seen, we want to be heard. But in my own season of solitude, I heard God's voice more clearly. He gave me strategy and helped me rebuild my infrastructure completely with a brand new team. So now, hiding is just a soundtrack of my life." In celebration of Dante Bowe's debut into mainstream R&B with his forthcoming EP Press Play, TRUE Music recently hosted a lavish party aboard the Fanta Sea yacht in Marina Del Rey. It featured a cocktail reception, a live performance by Bowe, and a scenic cruise around the marina, attended by notables such as Sabrina Harrison, Lauren Jauregui, Jemel McWilliams, YaSi, and others. What Is The EP About? The EP Press Play is a labor of love. According to the "King of My Heart" singer, one day, his producer came over to his house because he wasn't answering any phone calls. After the both of them chatted for a while, the producer suggested they go upstairs to create an album and write some music. That moment was the birth of "Press Play." "He had no idea what would come of it — he was just following God's voice. And so we ended up, in a matter of three months, creating 10-12 songs birthed from our conversation that day," Bowe said. "My manager asked me, “Why don’t you call it 'Press Play' since you've been on pause for a little while?” That's how we came up with the name of the album, and that's how we started creating it." Did Maverick City Music Cut Ties With Dante? Furthermore, the "It is Well" singer's only strategy he's ever known to have is hard work. "So I just worked really, really hard. I took my job seriously; I took my calling and my purpose very seriously," said the gospel singer. There is no presumption that God's grace or blessings will come to Dante's aid. Instead, he believes that he must devote himself to working hard and dedicating himself to the achievement of his dreams to succeed. He is confident that God will assist him, but he does not believe God will perform all the work. According to some reports, Dante was expelled from Maverick City Music for dancing to the music of Bad Bunny. The "truth," however, isn't accurate. "I wasn't kicked out of a group for dancing to Bad Bunny. The people at Maverick City Music are still my friends. We still love each other. In the future, there may or may not be a collaboration again. Who knows?" Dante said. "But I love Maverick City — and the way I chose to respond to them "pausing me" was by believing that it was part of God's plan. So I just kept working hard and kept praying." So Many Grammy Nominations In A Short Time The expectation of winning a Grammy Award is not common among artists. However, Dante has always dreamed of winning a Grammy Award. "I've always imagined my music going to the nations. Any time I write a song, I feel as though I can hear the world singing it," he said. "I try to imagine people actually singing it back to me. So I'm very grateful they do now — but I never imagined it would happen so quickly." Several of the gospel singer's songs have been nominated for Grammy awards making them more popular than his others. However, Bowe didn't expect his songs to become popular this soon. But he believes "if you do things with excellence, and I really love writing music, and I try to be as excellent as possible and as honest and vulnerable as possible in the process," in time, people will begin to gravitate toward these songs and they will gain popularity. "It's just a blessing that people feel the need to pass my songs around to their loved ones in times of trouble or even in times of joy, like my song 'joyful.' I just feel like I write songs for God’s people. We're all God’s people." Collaborations Of Hope Not too long ago, Dante finished doing his first show back at Rock the Universe at Universal Studios. He had Creative Director Jemel Williams, Music Director Brandon Bailey, and everyone who contributed to it there. "It was incredible. I mean, it was like a rebirth of Dante Bowe, if I can say so myself." The opportunity to perform before crowds of people is a blessing. However, performing with your favorite artist(s) is an even greater delight. For Dante, collaborating with famous musicians would be a great pleasure. "I would say Lauryn Hill is one of the first artists I started talking about collaborating with, but I'm totally open to so many other people. John Legend, Adele, CeCe Winans. Everybody. Everyone," he said. "Let's just hope that this all happens, but yeah, everyone." A Powerful Piece Of Advice Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote: “Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.” The transition from nothing to something has been a defining experience for Dante Bowe. His advice to those facing hardships and trying to achieve success is to never give up on themselves. "Always trust in God. Put Him first, and He will lead you to the water. Even if you feel like you don't know what to do or don't know where to go. I don't know whose hands to shake. I wanna be successful, but I don't know how to do it." Bowe said. For more information on Dante Bowe, click the links below. Website | Twitter | Apple Music | Spotify | Instagram Follow and like FMHipHop on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Spotify, and YouTube! Written by Nikiya Biggs Twitter | Instagram | Pinterest Read the full article

[touchstoneaf]

The problem has two sides as well.

One of the most horrific moments in my life was when I was in Las Vegas with my grandmother (which was a regular occurrence) and she wanted to know how to say 'towel' in Spanish (because she wanted to say something, probably something rude, to one of the girls who cleaned the hotel room, most of whom spoke Spanish at that particular place/moment in time; which don't even let me get started on that whole side-rant. I'm trying to compartmentalize my rants here). I couldn't remember the word despite puposely knowing a lot more Spanish than she did (because I was less of an asshole about it than her racist ass was. She was one of those insane people who thought that Spanish should be outlawed in the US, as if half the US didn't used to belong to Spain / Mexico and have spoken Spanish for centuries prior to English taking hold, but i digress). Anyway, it was insane; she literally insisted to me, this 14 year old kid, to turn to the random nonwhite people at the neighboring table in the buffet and ask them how to say 'towel' in Spanish. I kept saying "they're not going to know, they're not going to know, don't make me ask!" and she insisted, all like, "they'll know!" I don't know why she thought that; they were Asian of some kind and it was very obvious to me that they were baffled as to why we were asking that (she literally tried to force me to ask them in my halting Spanish, as if that was going to make this situation better. I asked in English and tried to make it sound offhand, like we were just polling the restaurant or something. It was one of the worst moments of my young life). I think they thought of the word (toalla) for us eventually, but I was just so embarrassed that she forced me to ask them that. In her head literally anybody who looked different to her didn't speak English... cuz nobody who looked like they weren't white *could* speak English, and anyone who didn’t speak English must then speak Spanish as their only alternative, I guess?

I just... I'm still horrified by it. And then of course at the end she said people should just speak English (which btw they very much did, but apparently she couldn't realize that because it didn't sound like English the way she'd decided English should sound). I'm sure she probably was an ugly American every time she went on a cruise as well. She's gone now, but she's in the same category as these people I was on a bus with in Mexico one time who were listening to the tour guide-slash-driver talking about local industry in Baja, and he mentioned that there was a car factory in Ensenada, and they were genuinely shocked that people in Mexico had cars. Like, no asshole, of course everybody still rides a fucking donkey around Mexico, you absolute goddamn nitwit!

I just can't. Meanwhile, I eagerly seek people out who don't speak English and try to learn from them. And I don't consider it bragging to say I'm at least a halfway decent human being, because we all should be... and my fellow Americans need to grow the fuck up and stop thinking we're the best thing on planet earth, and everybody should kowtow to us and do everything to make us fucking comfortable in this world, because "we are so fantastic"; as if there aren't much more attractive and comfortable places to live on this planet if we would grow up and learn a few things. Fucking makes me wanna barf. Also, the world is much more interesting with more variety, and the people who want it homogeneous in any way, whether it be genders or sexualities or races or any of that, are Literally Insane to me. Why try to squish the rainbow down to a boring sepia brown?

Oh, right, because you are a lamebrained pseudo-human who can't actually conceive of intricacies, and so you want everything to be as simple as your goddamn stupid worthless, inhuman mind is, you insipid, ant-brained racists!

I might be a little upset about this subject, but I was raised by asshole bigots and it pisses me off when people are dicks for no fucking reason and think the world should cater to them. Being an American is fucking embarrassing, and I will absolutely go off about it. Seek out something new and Challenge Your Minuscle, Tiny-Brained Worldview, you dumb fucks!

[i-am-the-unicorn-triumphant]

trying to explain it and get it out of my head in the least fatphobic way possible but i feel so gross after gaining so much weight but like in a sensory way not in i hate my body, fat is evil way bc. having skin touch skin is quite literally the worst feeling on planet earth and the fact that my boobs, stomach, and butt hang make me want to vomit. i cant walk normally i just want to wear shorts or a dress or skirt without bike shorts but my thighs touch *too much* because like i can’t remember a time where they didn’t touch and i dont care about having a thigh gap but it feels like my skin is pressing too much together and gets caught itself and i wanna kms

[lokisprettygirl]

Mystery of Laufey Manor (Loki x Female Reader)(Horror Au)

Read chapter 11 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 12

Summary : You become Mrs Laufeyson but Loki is still maintaining a distance from you.

The day you got married to Loki, you were excited for the wedding night as any newly wed would be. You were excited for your first kiss, but you didn't get to spend the night with him unfortunately. He was invited by Anthony Stark for a party and he couldn't deny it. Wouldn't want to affect the deal he said.

So you slept alone on your wedding night, cold and scared. You saw a woman in your dreams again, a different one, but the same warning, over and over again. Beware of the Manor. He'd kill you. You didn't understand it, maybe it was the fear of your subconscious mind, afraid of moving so far away from the place you grew up in. 

Next day after you came out of the shower, you stared at the ring. Married. It's a family heirloom he said, passed down from his great grandmother and so on. You got ready, and started to pack your things. The valuables and some clothes, you took out a necklace you always kept safely in the locker, so nothing would touch it or harm it. It was your mother's, her last gift to you. 

"That's beautiful" you heard your husband's voice and looked at him. He's your husband now, you still had to pinch yourself to believe that. It's been just a day afterall.

"You didn't come home last night" he walked over to you as soon as you said that and hugged you, 

"I apologize my darling, I was stuck there and inebriated, He asked me to stay the night, just to be safe, trust me there was nothing more I wanted than to spend the night with my bride" you nodded and he kissed your forehead, your eyes glanced over his lips, his beautiful soft lips, he didn't even kiss you after they announced you husband and wife. And it was killing you, you were so attracted to him, so addicted to him, and he wouldn't kiss you. 

"May I ask what is this?" He tried to pick up the necklace from your palm but you pulled your hand away 

"My mother's last gift to me, she gave it to me the day before she died, as if she knew" 

"It must mean the world to you right?" He asked you and your eyes teared up

"It does, she said to me that night that it would protect me from every harm, that as long as I had it with me she'd always be there" he nodded

"Very sentimental" he mumbled as he stared the necklace. Then he took an envelope out of his coat pocket and handed it to you

"The plane tickets?" You chuckled and he shook his head. It was a ticket, but not for the plane. It was for a cruise, New York to London. 

"Ship? We are crossing the Atlantic on a ship?" You asked him, confused, not that you didn't want to spend time trapped on a ship with him but you were surprised.

"Did you not like it? We don't have to go if you don't want to, we just got married, I just figured this would be more romantic than us being stuck on a plane for long hours with several people around us" he wrapped his arms around your waist so you smiled

"Of Course I like it, lo ..I was just surprised, it would be fun, I'm excited, I have never been on a cruise ship, or any ship for that matter" you giggled so he leaned forward to kiss your forehead again. You got on your tiptoes to kiss him but he stopped you

"Patience darling, I'm all yours now" your face flushed at the remark, from embarassment, his eyes seemed to bore straight into your soul

"Why can't I just kiss my husband?" 

"You absolutely can, just not now alright?" His tone was strict so you pulled away from him and tried to get back to packing your stuff but he grabbed your arms 

"Don't be cross, love, I just need sometime" he said softly, so you nodded. Of Course you wanted to do it all with his consent, he didn't want to bed you before marriage for whatever reasons and you didn't want to force him, but you didn't understand why he won't get close to you now.

That night he went back to his hotel, to pack his belongings. The cruise would leave tomorrow, it would take a week to cross the ocean. You were hoping he wouldn't run away from you. Was he shy? The way he used to touch you never gave you that feeling. He came back around 4am with his stuff and you were already asleep by the time. 

When you both entered the ship next evening, you couldn't help but stare at everything in awe, it was all so classy, you felt a little out of place.

"It's gorgeous, isn't it?" He chuckled as he looked at you, he couldn't help but adore the awestruck look you had on your face. He felt awful doing this to you, truly awful, and you didn't deserve it, none of it, but he had to. 

"I have read about this ship, apparently it's haunted" you said to him as he walked you to the cabin you two were going to share, he couldn't stop staring at you in your beautiful little dress. You're beautiful all the time but you looked ethereal as his wife.

"Well right at home, aren't you?" you chuckled as you heard him 

The cabin wasn't that big, just about the size of your bedroom, which was more than generous, there were two small separate beds in the opposite corners of the room, an enclosed window in the center. A small coffee table with two chairs that you found really cute. 

"Separate beds?" You asked him and he looked at you

"Wouldn't it be better until we have consummated our marriage?" You nodded as he said that and he walked over to you

"Besides I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off you if we are sleeping so close together in the same bed" he caressed your cheek with his fingers and you closed your eyes, he haven't touched you so sensually since that day you accepted his proposal, he maintained his distance like a gentleman. But what about now? 

"Loki..I want you" you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against the exposed part of his neck which wasn't much under the layer of all the fabric he was wearing. 

"I know, I do too but it would be so much sweeter when we are both on the edge for a while, don't you think?" You clutched onto him as tightly as you could, you felt his finger trailing over your back 

"I..I just want to love you..just let me love you" you whispered in his ear and he took a deep breath. 

"Ssshh I'm not taking you here, not on this ship, I want to take you home, do you for the first time in my bed..our bed, can you be my darling girl and control yourself until then? The release when I finally give you one, it would shatter you to the hilt, don't you want that?" He whispered and his voice dissolved into you. You craved him but if that's what he wanted, you'd give him that. Why was it so hard though? Why couldn't you keep your hands off him? He's just a man, just another man then why did you feel like you'd die if you won't quench your thirst for him anytime soon.

"Mmm please just touch me..or let me kiss you at least" you felt embarrassed as you stood there all limp and weak in his arms, begging for his touch, begging for him to touch you.

"My beautiful wifey, you look so good when you're being so pathetic for me, I thoroughly enjoy the state you are in at the moment" he gripped your hair with one hand and pulled your head away from his neck, you kept your eyes closed as you couldn't even look him into the eyes. You just wanted him to keep whispering.

"Oh please lo"

"Begging a man to defile you, not so virtuous now are you? So unlady like, such a whore for your husband" You let out a moan at his filthy words.

The last time he talked to you like this was when he asked you to marry him, the words seemed so foreign coming out of his decent gentle mouth, normally he treated you with utmost respect,this  was all just sexual play and you loved that. He cupped your cheek with other hand so you turned your head and kissed on his palm, then the back of his hand, wet kisses, then you licked on his fingers and you heard him curse for the first time

"Fucking hell..come here" he turned you around and pulled you into his chest, you felt his soft satin waistcoat rubbing against your back. Like the night in the kitchen his one hand went around your eyes and you leaned them down on his shoulder, but instead of teasing you, he went straight for the kill this time. He sneaked his other hand under your dress and cupped your panty covered mound. As soon as you felt his palm between your legs, you felt like someone had set you on fire. 

"Ohh yess please" you mumbled so he brought his pinky finger down from your eyes and placed it between your lips in a horizontal manner, as if to shut you up, his hands are so big he was covering your whole face and your mouth all at once

"Feel this my darling?" You gasped as he pressed his fingers on your heat, the sensation felt so good, you have been wanting him to just touch you like this for so long and you felt as if you'd combust right there, he put pressure on your soaked pussy in a back n forth manner again and again, if you had your eyes open you were pretty sure you'd see stars 

"You're so soaked with desire, seeping through the fabric of your underwear, you are absolutely dripping in there aren't you?" He whispered in your ear, and you could only whine in response. You brought your right hand up and clutched onto his shoulder as he kept pressing his palm between your core over and over again. And then you felt him, between your cheeks, his bulge rubbed against your behind, he was hard, so hard and he felt so big. 

"I can feel you..I feel you" he took a deep breath as you whispered softly

"Sometimes I wonder if I'd have to open you up for my length but seeing how you're gushing with the mere pressure of my palm between your legs, I for sure know that I'd just slide right inside your whorish quim" you gasped, your mouth stayed open as you breathed heavily.

"Goshhh keep talking lo.. you're so good ..you feel so good" he let out a deep throaty chuckling sound. You were so close, so so close. 

"And you're so depraved, I love you darling..hold on for me, I'll make you feel so good. I'll give you everything you desire, all the kisses, all the sex, anytime you want, anywhere you want I'll give it to you ..I'll give you every inch of me but you have to show me forbearance, get a grip on yourself until then can you darling love?" As soon as he finished his words, his movements stopped and he brought his hand back from between your legs, his fingers were sticky with your juices and you could hear him taking a whiff of your scent.

You mumbled a meak little yes in response, your mind still felt hazy as you felt the pleasurable sensation drifting away slowly. 

"Mmm okay..hold..I'll hold" you whispered so he turned you around and cupped your cheeks, then he kissed your forehead

"Let me wash you off me as much as I don't want to, then I want you to get ready my dear, we'll go have dinner then" you opened your eyes and he was looking right at you. You felt the shame building up again, why do you act so filthy around him? You had never been like this. 

"I love you" his lips curved into a small smile as you said that and he placed a soft kiss on your cheeks. 

He took you to the classiest dining venue they had on the cruise, then after the dinner, you both went to a quiet part of the ship, and you watched the ocean waves from the edge of the railing, he wrapped his arms around your waist and you felt his lips on your neck.

"It's so cold here" you mumbled as you rubbed your palms together so he took of his coat and placed it over your shoulders 

"Better Darling?" You smiled and he pulled you closer again

"It looks so peaceful and serene from up here, I could only imagine the darkness as you go deeper and deeper in the ocean" you sighed, you have seen things like this in your dreams before.

"Sometimes there's a beauty in darkness as well, we just don't see it or don't want to because it's terrifying to be surrounded by something or someone hiding so many secrets with in them" 

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck "Mmm no secrets between us from now on.. promise me" He leaned forward to kiss your forehead, then he pulled you in for a hug.

"I promise love" 

When you got back to your cabin, he told you that he'd take a shower and you can go to sleep if you're tired. You knew you couldn't have sex with him but you could cuddle or just sleep in the same bed maybe? You changed into a night dress that was skimpier than you intended for it to be but considering that you just got married, you just wanted to entice your husband. Well it was before he told you that you'd be consummating in his bedroom and not here.

When he came out, he had a loose white shirt on with few of his buttons undone, a black trouser comfortable enough for sleeping. Your eyes met with his and you got on your bed while he sat down on the other one.

"You look beautiful sweetheart" But you still won't fuck me. You thought as he said that

"Thank you..you do too" you smiled so he walked over to you and kissed your cheeks one by one. He ordered tea from the service so he made it for you 

"So are you from a lineage of kings or something?" Ever since you saw the term Lord before his name you have been meaning to ask him that

"My great grandfather was a viscount and we have been inheriting the position from generations" 

"So what does that make me now?" 

"You're my wife now, so you hold the title of viscountess. You'll be formally addressed as Lady Y/n Laufeyson from now on" 

"Ohhh" you sipped on your tea as he divulged that information. You never thought you'd marry into a royal family.

"Don't stress about that my darling, my whole family is gone now and I'm not much of a royal jerk anymore as you can see, we will live a normal life, as normal as I can give you" you smiled at him, after you finished the tea, he tucked you in and kissed your forehead then he got into his separate bed, he switched off the lamp on your side of the bed.

"Can you turn around to the other side, I would like to take the mask off" he asked you in a gentle polite manner so you turned on the other side. Then he turned his side of the lamp off and it was all dark, only faint moonlight peered in from the small window in the middle of your beds. 

"I'm right here sweet thing, you don't have to be afraid" he said to you and you hummed in response. He knows you don't do well in the dark, it makes you paranoid. Fortunately the tiredness from the day managed to lull you to sleep quickly.

He looked at your side, he could see your back facing him, a dreadful feeling filled him as he realized someone was laying next to him. She was laying next to him

"This one would be so hard to let go of, she is not the one..just like they were not..none of them were right and never will be. Poor thing, I warned her but she didn't listen, now her fate is sealed" the voice whispered in his ear, then she started cackling, he turned his head and she was right next to him. His eyes teared up as he smelled her rotting flesh and foul breath. 

He closed his eyes like always and tried to forget about the ghost laying next to him as she clutched onto him. He only thought of your soft moans and writhing body as he was holding you in his arms today, he thought of how eager you were for him as he made you shiver with his words. 

He despised himself for doing this to you but he had to. He had to.

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[shards-of-gold]

*The Enterprise crew on a small cruise, visiting Earth*

Riker: You know, we should make this an annual trip. Just the sun, the sea and the senior members of the crew. I can't imagine a better shore leave than this.

*Wesley and Worf sprinting past with loaded water guns*

Worf: You cannot escape me, Wesley! I shall be victorious!

Wesley, scoffing: Yeah right, Worf! My grandmother can run faster than you!

*Rapid spurts of water flying everywhere*

Beverly: Enough with the water guns you two! You're making the deck all wet and the last thing I want on my holiday is healing broken bones because someone slippe-

*A loud thump. Picard cursing loudly*

Wesley, trembling: Oh I'm so dead.

*Picard, rounding the corner rubbing his back*

Picard, fuming: Can't a man be allowed to have even a moments peace? Is that too much to ask for?! And to make matters worse, a rare Romulan relic I was scrutinising flew from my grasp as I fell, and now it's more than likely thousands of feet below us on the seabed. How am I supposed to explain this to the Earth Archaeology Council?

Data, popping up out of nowhere: I could not help but overhear your predicament Captain. I might yet be able to retrieve the aforementioned relic before it is too late. I will return in a moment.

*Data jumps off the cruise ship, splashing into the sea*

Geordi, shouting: Data! Data wait, I didn't install your buoyancy device!

Wesley: Buoyancy device? You mean like android armbands?

Geordi, ignoring Wesley: *groans* Dammit it's going to take me weeks to drain all the saltwater from his system.

Deanna, laughing: Still think we should make this an annual thing Will?

Riker: Deanna, you know that I would never make such an outlandish suggestion.

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

8 Days Left

We've run out of time.

For about a week there, we had a sort of plan but it didn't work out. The landlady refused a lease in order to help us deal with back pay as well as looking for financial help for various associations that require lease info, as such, she's not getting any more money out of us.

She wouldn't let us pay our bills in person. She always demanded the amount be given to her directly. When asked if the prices were really what she claimed, she threw a fit. Claimed we were being rude despite how suspicious it is that she wouldn't even let us contact the companies personally.

She is still having her family members stalk us. She calls every day complaining about something or other.

The plan we'd been going with fell through. Once again, we cannot rely on anyone we seem to know personally, over several years.

Mom's maternal family is useless. They are wealthy. They married into wealth and do not work at all. But when it comes to helping their own family out, they don't do that. This bitch was my Nana's sister and she and her spawn are so against helping their own family financially that they didn't even help with Nana's funeral when she died. This bitch came out of the same vagina and supposedly loved Nana to pieces, and couldn't be bothered to help her destitute niece handle her dead sister's affairs.

The only time they want to help is when they have some kind of comment on Facebook about how I am too lazy and need boot camp to get me into shape physically and mentally. They've never offered to help us and always bring up not giving people handouts. They go on multiple cruises and vacations a year but the idea of helping family is just impossible. They claim everyone is greedy but them.

Mom has only managed to sell her grandmother's heirloom bracelet(which had to go to groceries) and my sister's guitar(which went to electric). Less than $300 between them both. No one wants the violin or the keyboards. We have limited edition comics but no one is interested. Fine china that no one cares about.

We've been trying to sell shit and it's not working out.

We have exactly $1.08 in the Paypal. I have $5 in an Amazon gift card. I'm doing surveys but it's not really helping.

We basically need money to just put our things in a storage unit now.

Step-dad's friends are still making excuses and he's still believing them. They claim they either, don't trust links on Facebook, the link doesn't work, or it leads to a different page entirely. Several people here have tested the link out for me on various devices and browsers. They are lying. I don't know why they just won't admit that they don't want to help.

Just say no. Dozens of grown men have been leading this idiot on for almost 3 months. And no matter what we say he's still defending them.

As for step-dad's issues, several law firms have gotten back to us about his injury. Yes. He has a case. His former job owes him a lot of money they're trying to get out of paying. BUT, no one wants to take his case because it's not financially beneficial to THEM.

Finally, the IRS is still giving me problems about the 2nd and 3rd stimulus checks they owe me. The nearest office over an hour away has been closed all year because of the global panorama. I have no way of 'proving my identity' because they refuse to accept online or phone call verification. Every time I call I get the same bitch who gives me a spiel about how despite the letter saying to call that number specifically, no one there can actually help with stimulus check related issues, despite it being only for the missed stimulus checks.

Both of them would really help out but of course nothing can go our way, right.

I feel bad that my sister has to deal with this when she just started her job yesterday. She's gonna go stay with her friend on the 4th while we do whatever.

So once again, here is the gofundme.

Here's my Ko-Fi. I am accepting commissions but I only have a few days left where I'll be able to take them so it'll have to be quick if anyone's interested. We won't have internet access let alone a place to sleep. I'll keep the Ko-Fi open for donations but other than that I won't be able to reliably swing it and I wouldn't want to let anyone down.

Thanks for listening to my whining. Sorry I haven't been able to post my happy stuff in recent months but homelessness is really kicking my ass.

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Have you ever thought about writing a continuation to Unofficial Meeting? I'm dying to know whether Laszlo earns the reader's forgiveness and if she accepts his proposal or not. Have a good day! 😚

Undisclosed Meeting [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader]

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Laszlo self deprecating himself hard

A/N: how could I give up a chance to make my boy Laszlo happy? Thank you so much for requesting it, it really made me happy to have an old story requested. Here is the original story

“Are you even listening to me?”

Violet inquired as you blinked surprised and taken aback. She invited you over for an afternoon tea, but your mind kept wondering off to what happened between you and Laszlo. You haven’t seen him in over a month and to be honest you missed him. The first few days you were firm on your choice, he upset you and your family, he crossed your boundaries mindlessly.

But then you realised how he meant to ask your hand to your father, how he never meant for you to be hurting, he just wanted to make it official.

Your grandmother tried to talk you out of your anger but she didn’t managed to, it was over anyway. You upset each other, you closed that chapter.

If you have feelings for him that chapter is not closed, your grandmother told you but you tried to ignore it. You haven’t seen him in so long, not even at some event or where you’d usually expect him to be. He kept sending you flowers to you until the end of the previous month. That silly man, always hating to leave things halfway done.

“I am, I am just a bit tired” you said as she waved her hand 

“nonsense ” she said offering you to try some sweets while she stood up to call her maid and gather what she meant to show you “I’ll show you now the latest Paris fashion and you’ll have to wake up” 

She was your friend, she was sweet and she knew you were on a rough patch now and she did all in her power t keep you distracted.

“Charles stop it”

John’s voice rang through you ears as you stood up to see what was going on from the window facing the luscious back garden of the Moore residence. Little Charles was the spit image of his parents and an adventurer at heart, you could tell from the way he kept his father busy running after him.

You smiled as John gave up opening his arms in defeat.

“What I have to do?” He groaned making you chuckle as for a moment it looked like he was asking to God, but when you noticed that he was in fact talking to Dr Kreizler who was sitting on a bench. You codlin’t help but rest your eyes on him, he looked pale, tired like he wasn’t sleeping. He was like this during investigations but as far as you knew there was no one at the moment.

“Wat you have to do John? Let the boy be” he said as a tired smile crept onto his lips.

“Yes, he will break his skull in a second”

Laszlo shook his head looking at him “If you prevent him from doing anything he won’t never learn” he said as he spoke matter of factly but that tiredness in his voice was evident. You wondered what kept him up.

You wondered if t was your fault.

But then you saw the sweet look he had for the child as he picked a ball that was hiding behind his back to give it to him to play with.

He was so good with kids, it was incredible.

You knew it was his job, but the tenderness he showed with them was something you felt on your own skin as you used to be allowed to be part of that special round of people that got to see him being sweet.

You moved away from the window just in time for Violet to come back, her maids holding onto over twenty new items of clothing.

“V” you said to her as the use of that little nickname sparked already her attention “I have to ask you a favour”

It was dead in the evening when Laszlo got asked from Violet to meet a friend of hers with a child with various problems.

The symptoms she described didn’t really add up, they should be excluding each other. But no matter what he decided to go there. 

He usually was very firm about his privacy and the times he could meet or not patients, even though the secrecy of the hour would be typical of a wealthy family trying to hide some kind of a problem they judge as shameful, he also came to a point where work was all he got.

He missed you, everything reminded him of you. He hoped to see, he would be a liar if he didn’t admit to have handed a dollar or two to your maid to at least know how are you.

He didn’t mean to stalk you, he just wanted you happy and once more he was acting behind your back. But your maid told him you were fine and doing your business, so he stopped inquiring. He didn’t deserve you in the first place anyway, but how things ended really pained him, he really thought to be doing right and he really wanted to have a future with you, to have many what John has.

But what nonsense thinking about it now that it is all gone and by his own hand, he had nobody to blame but himself.

As he arrived to the building he got inside surprised not to find anyone at service but only an open door.

The instinct would have told him to go away, but he was reckless by now, he already lost what he cared the most.

Walking inside the candlelit hallway he was surprised to get to a large living room only to find you there.

The truth was that he stopped on his track to admire you. You were amazing, he adored you in any possible shape and form, everything from your clothing to your composure screamed for his eyes to be fixated onto you.

He took that moment to look at you, take in your image, last time you two spoke you were so upset and he didn’t want that to be the last image he had of you.

“I am more discreet than you when I have to do things in secret” you said and he smiled lightly

“You’re”

His admission, the tiredness of his look just paining you.

“Is this a house of your family?”

“Yes, it is my aunt’s but she is on some cruise with her husband”

He nodded quietly as he looked around moving closer to you, the candles around you making him feel like the moment was set in another time.

“You didn’t have to make an appointment to meet me”

“Well, I asked a friend for a favour, I could have paid Stevie to drive you here anyway” you answered, basically hinting him that your maid didn’t keep his little inquiring a secret between the two of you.

He nodded gulping down, he felt like he was naked in front of you, defenceless and anything you could attack him with would really hurt. 

“I though that after our last conversation we needed to speak alone and in a neutral ground, I attacked you and I know I moved past my means”

“Just like I did inquiring about your life without permission” he concluded for you, he kept thinking about that day over and over, he couldn’t take it out of his mind and he even thought it would be easy only because so many people hated him already, button you. He wished you’d never be one of them.

“Miss Y/L/N” the fact he used your last name showing how he was trying to prove you some respect, not using your first name like you’re somehow close, mostly because he doubts you’d wish him close at any time.

“All I have ever wanted was to be worth of you”

His words trembling, like snakes sliding onto your skin.

He opened his mouth to say something and he closed it as he stared somewhere away from you, he shook his head slowly. The pain visible through him.

“I am a despicable failure as a human being, I know it” he said as he rose his hand to invite your silence “I have spent my life trying to find a common language  to get through people, studying them ,making sure to be able to read human behaviour to allow myself the freedom of interaction. I am not a natural like John, I can’t just go on a group and charm my way through it and I knew, I knew from the moment you allowed me to be close to you that I would ruin it because I am such social wreck, because I can’t control myself or I can’t not follow the rules that I have been told are the right path to follow”

He let out a shaky breath as he looked down and then up at you, he was trying to hold back tears but the truth was that he cried for losing you, He cried for nights and days.

“I apologise once more, I wanted to do you right and I just overstepped you. I always admired you for your being independent and clever and I reduced you to an object with my insensitive behaviour. I always make myself strong from talking my way through people and I blindsided you when words were the most needed”

You looked at him as maybe for the first time he really throw away the mask, he really let himself speak up.

“I valued what you did for me” you blinked at him surprised, your head slightly falling on side to observe him.

He was going down the self deprecating himself hill, you could almost count how much time there was between him going down onto his arm topic. You know that was always his undisclosed weakness, how he hated it and saw himself as unlovable because imperfect.

“It is yes”

He looked at you with a frown not seeing what you mean.

“My answer for your question”

He frowned even more, what question? You could hear it resonate into his mind as he didn’t ask you anything, he came to you to apologise and…

And then he got it.

His eyes widened as he opened his mouth only to close it again.

No, he was probably misunderstanding, once more reading badly the situation.

You picked your left glove slowly taking it off to show him you were wearing his ring on your hand.

He stared at you, his hand hesitantly moving to pick yours bringing it up to his lips and resting a kiss over it, his hand holding yours as he stared up at you.

His wet eyes now unmistakable from cha closeness, the signs of his lack of sleep visible.

“In a marriage there shouldn’t be secrets, I tried to avoid something shameful for me when you allowed me to see every part of you” you admitted as you weren’t free from blame, you referred to pretend something wasn’t there rather than facing it.

He stared at you with shaky breath, as he licked his lips trying to find words.

“I love you Laszlo, I really want to be your wife”

His jaw trembled as the happiness rushed over him like electricity, his hand bringing yours over his heart beating so fast and hard that he felt it could explode.

“I love you Y/N” he whispered as you caressed his cheek with your right hand as he leaned down, still not daring to believe what was happening.

So you just did it, you leaned in closing the space between the two of you with a kiss.

The times were changed.

Women could accept wedding proposals without their father’s approval, men could cry for love and love words were made of truths and exposed weaknesses and not by the words of dusty poets. And with such strong ideals you could only imagine your life as set up for a greater kind of happiness with him.

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Succession Chapter 1 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fic

Here is chapter one of my new fanfic!

Title: Succession

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, OCs

Rating: PG-13 for language and intense scenes (for now, this is a slow burn, but it will get very hot and spicy in later chapters)

Summary: You discover a long lost relative from Moldova that you didn’t know existed has died and you are his sole beneficiary.  You are on board a plane to collect your inheritance when your plane crashes in a village in Romania.

Author’s Notes: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

The music blasted from the car speakers as you drove down the main road towards the highway.  You had your phone plugged into your car stereo, your favorite Spotify playlist on shuffle.  Despite the A/C being on full blast, beads of sweat formed at your brow and rolled down your temple.  You adjusted the vents on either side of you, making sure the cold air directly hit your body.  The song that was playing had you tapping your fingers on the steering wheel, your head bopping to the beat.

The fridge at home was close to empty and it was beyond time for you to go grocery shopping.  The grocery list was secure in your purse and you were determined to stick to the items on the list and not make any frivolous purchases.  Money was tight and you only had so much money left before payday next week.

The song shut off suddenly followed by your ringtone.  Looking at the screen of your phone, UNKNOWN stared back at you. Probably a spam call, you thought to yourself, reaching to press the red Ignore button.  Unfortunately, your finger slid at the last minute and mistakenly tapped the Accept button. You watched as the call came through and the seconds ticked off.  FUCK!

“Hello?” you greeted with a hint of exasperation in your voice.

“Hello, am I speaking with Miss Y/N?” a heavily accented male voice responded.

“Yeah, this is she,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.  You tried your best to avoid these calls, ignoring them and letting them go straight to voicemail.  Very rarely was it followed with an actual message, which was more than fine with you.

“Miss Y/N, my name is Ron M. Dathermi.  I am a lawyer residing in Chisinau, Moldova in Eastern Europe…”

You raised your eyebrows at that.  Moldova?  Who the hell was calling you from Moldova?  Chalking it up to a scam, you were about to interrupt the man when he continued.

“...I wish I was calling under better circumstances, but I’m afraid I have some bad news.  Your great uncle, Serghei Popa, has passed away from a short illness and has named you his sole beneficiary…”

You couldn’t help the amused huff that came out of your mouth.  This must be some very elaborate scam.

“Umm...sorry, but I think you have the wrong person.  I don’t have family from Moldova and I have never heard of this man in my whole life.” You were about to hit the End button when Mr. Dathermi continued.

“Am I speaking with Y/N, born on (your birthday) to (your father and mother’s full names) and the granddaughter of (your grandfather and grandmother on both sides of your family)?”

Your eyes widened at that.  “Yeah, that’s me…” you answered.

“I know this may sound unusual, but Mr. Popa was the brother of your grandmother on your mother’s side.  He was given up for adoption at birth and taken in by a Moldovan family.  He did not have a spouse and had no children, and according to the genealogy report I have before me, your grandmother and your mother are both deceased.  Your mother was an only child, yes?  It appears to me that you are the last of his living relatives.”

You pulled off the road and into an empty parking lot.  The information you were being given was a lot to handle.  You didn’t have that large of a family.  You were an only child and raised by your parents and both sets of grandparents.  Both of your grandfathers had died before you turned 10.  Both grandmothers died within 5 years of each other and your father and mother died of illnesses, cancer and pneumonia respectively, in the last year.  Grief was a feeling that you knew better than anyone.  You kept to yourself mostly and you didn’t have any close friends or a significant other.

“Listen,” you began, “you are correct about all of your information, but how do I know this is not some kind of scam?”

The man on the other end of the phone cleared his throat and the sound of shuffling papers met your ears.  “I can imagine that this information is sudden and unusual.  What I will do is send a copy of his will and a copy of the genealogy papers to your address.  I encourage you to take this to your lawyer and have them look over the information.  The reason I am calling is because I need you to fly to Moldova, sign these papers, and accept the monetary inheritance that he has left you.”

Your jaw dropped as you looked down at your phone.  Fly to Moldova?  Is this true?  The only thing you knew about the country was that a foreign exchange student from high school was born and raised in Moldova.  That about sums up your knowledge of the country. This seemed incredibly asinine and ridiculous.  But the word that settled in your train of thought was “inheritance.” What inheritance?

“Mr...what was your name again?” you asked.

“Mr. Dathermi, but you can call me Ron,” the lawyer responded.

“Ron...umm, how much monetary inheritance are we talking about?”

More shuffling of papers was on the other side of the phone, Ron clicking his tongue as he looked through the information.  “He has left you 53,806,746 Moldovan Leu...which translates to $3,000,000 in American currency.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?!” you exclaimed before clamping your lips shut.  You heard Ron chuckle.  “I’m sorry, pardon my language. It’s just...wow...this sounds insane…”

“I can imagine it does,” Ron replied, “which is why I want to mail this information to you and have your attorney take a look at it so you know this is a legitimate will and testament.  If you would like, I can mail the information straight to your attorney if you are still leery.”

“No, no, that’s okay,” you said, shaking your head.  Your mind was whirling.  None of this sounded remotely true.  You felt as if you were dreaming.  This felt like something that only happened in books and fairy tales...a girl who had nothing and nobody suddenly inheriting millions of dollars from an unknown distant relative.  What are the odds of something like this happening in real life?  You gave Ron Dathermi your home address.

“Thank you very much, Miss Y/N.  I will send this as soon as possible.  I’ll also include my business card so your attorney can contact me and we can iron out the details.  Thank you very much, Y/N...I’ll be in touch.”

You thanked him as well and ended the call.  All alone in your car in the empty parking lot, you let out an excited squeal and started hopping up and down.

*

You adjusted the messenger bag that was slung across your shoulder as you heard the overhead speaker call for the boarding of your flight.  Taking a deep breath, you got in line, extended your ticket to the airport employee, and walked down the tarmac and into the plane.

Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.  Your hands gripped your bag tightly as the flight attendant looked at your boarding pass and pointed down the aisle to where you were to be seated.  You had never flown before and your nerves were on alert.  Scenes from Final Destination flashed in your head as you walked down the aisle towards your seat.  Taking a deep breath and willing your body to relax, you located your seat next to the window and sat down, plopping your bag onto your lap.  

The small window was close to the wing of the plane and looking beyond that was a long expanse of grass that met a vast forest.  You were thankful that you had the window seat and your headphones so you could tune everything out and relax in your own little world.

Once the papers from Mr. Dathermi arrived a week prior, you immediately called the attorney that helped you with the probate and will from your parents’ deaths several months back.  He was more than happy to help, knowing that you were all alone in the world after your parents had passed.  Two days later, he called to inform you that all of the paperwork was, in fact, legitimate and that Mr. Serghei Popa was the brother of your grandmother.  He showed you the adoption papers, confirming that your great uncle had been put up for adoption and the family that took him in had relocated to Moldova when he was two years old.  He had remained in the country until his death.  Your attorney contacted Mr. Dathermi, who in turn secured a round trip plane ticket in order for you to come to Moldova to finalize the paperwork and collect the inheritance.

At the thought of the money you were about to acquire, another surge of excitement flowed through you.  Your parents hadn’t left you much after their death and you worked at a dead-end job that had no room for advancement and no possibility for raises.  All of these recent events sounded like something out of a fairy tale.

“This is your captain speaking,” the voice sounded from the speaker above your head, “we will be departing in the next ten minutes.  Please make sure your seatbelts are secured, your tray tables are up, and all electronics are off until we are at the appropriate cruising altitude.  I will inform everyone as soon as the coast is clear.  Thank you for flying with us and enjoy the ride.”

You fastened your seatbelt and laid your head back, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Don’t be nervous…” a voice sounded next to you.  You opened your eyes and looked over to see an older gentleman with wide rimmed glasses and a nice smile.

“Is it that obvious?” you asked, returning his smile.

“It’s pretty obvious,” he chuckled, “my name is Bruce Williams.  I’m the air marshal on board this flight.” You told him your name and shook his hand. “Just relax,” he assured, “we’ll be flying for the next 10 hours.  There are lots of movies and tv shows to watch on the screen in front of you, or you can listen to your music and read a book if you brought one.”

You patted your messenger bag.  “Yeah, I have a few books to choose from.  Thanks,” you smiled.

Within minutes, the plane had backed away from the tarmac, turned towards the long expanse of runway, and increased speed before leaving the ground and soaring up into the clouds.

*

The steady hum of the plane’s engines provided a relaxed soundtrack as you slept.  It was close to early morning, according to the clock on the tv screen, but your watch was still on your regular time zone.  It read early afternoon and that threw you through a loop.  You had heard that jet lag could be a bitch and you wondered how bad yours would be once you landed.  Bruce had passed you a pillow and blanket once you were ready to sleep and he assured you that your bag and belongings would be safe while you slept.

You were so thankful to be seated next to him.  Not only was he the air marshal, but he was a really cool person as well.  You two talked about movies and actually watched a couple of them on the tv screen in front of you.  Bruce was kind and nice to talk to.  The crinkle of crow’s feet around his eyes, his laugh, and his hair color mixed with hints of gray reminded you of your father...maybe that’s why you liked him so much.

You shifted in your seat and let out a soft yawn.  Stretching your arms above your head and arching your back, you wondered how much longer it would be until you touched down in Moldova.

“You weren’t asleep that long,” Bruce murmured.  You looked over to see a book in his hand and his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and then go back to sleep,” you replied, standing from your seat.  Bruce stood up and allowed you out into the aisle.  You made your way to the bathroom towards the back of the plane.  The cabin was dark with little lights dotting either side of the aisle on the floor. Soft lights were shining here and there from people reading, watching the tv screen, or messing with their phones while most of the passengers were asleep.

Once in the bathroom, you did your business, flushed the toilet, and began washing your hands.  The mirror in front of you showed a tired and weary version of yourself.  Some of your eye makeup was smudged.  You told yourself once  you returned back to your seat, you’d retrieve the makeup remover wipes in your bag and do away with the dirt and oil.

Just then the plane hit an air pocket and dropped several feet, throwing  you forward towards the sink and mirror.  You let out a shriek as the plane quieted and went still.  “God dammit,” you muttered, putting your hand over your heart, “that scared the shit out of me!”

Once out of the bathroom, you slammed the door shut and walked back to your seat.  You tapped Bruce on the shoulder and he moved aside.

You lifted the window shade and looked outside.  Natural light from the start of the day began to show.  The plane was amongst the clouds so it was fairly cloudy and hard to see.

“How much farther do we have?” you asked Bruce.  He shifted the book to his left hand and looked down at his wristwatch.  “We should be there in three hours.  I think we are flying over Romania right now…”

You nodded your head and thanked him, turning back to the window.  The clouds gave way momentarily and provided the opportunity to see the ground below.  Tall, snowy mountains came into view.  You smiled and marveled at their beauty, wondering what mountain range this was.  You cursed yourself for forgetting the basics from your World Geography class in high school.  Hell, all you knew about Romania was that it was the setting for Dracula and the real life territory that was once owned by Elizabeth Bathory, who allegedly killed upwards of 650 maidens and bathed in their blood.  You shook your head and smiled to yourself.  You really did enjoy some morbid and fucked up stories.

Your train of thought stopped short when a large and spacious castle came into view.  Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped.  It looked like something out of a Disney movie or from ancient castles that still sat throughout Europe.  The place looked like it stood on several acres of land and who knows how many square feet.  What a gorgeous and breathtaking place it was.  You wondered just what was inside a monstrosity like that and who was lucky enough to inhabit such a place.  Maybe there were castles in Moldova that you could explore and visit while you’re conducting your business.

The castle fell out of view and not far from it stood what looked like a village.  You were too high up to see any people or any traces of lights or torches.  You took everything in with total awe and appreciation.  It looked like a small and sleepy storybook town.

A sudden movement close to the village caught your attention.  You squinted your eyes and tried to look closer, pressing your forehead to the window.  What the fuck is that, you wondered.  It looked like a black tree, naked of leaves or any type of growth...and it was moving.  It looked to be swaying in the breeze, but the size of it looked way too sturdy for any kind of gust to move it with such fluidity.  As you focused on the tree, it appeared to be growing...getting closer to the plane.  Was the plane descending?  Were you getting closer to Moldova?

One of the branches of the tree slowly drifted to the ground before extending long and rigid, slinging itself up into the air like a bullwhip, hitting the wing of the plane.  The plane suddenly tilted as the slithering limb wrapped around the wing and broke it off.  You let out a loud scream as the plane turned on its side, Bruce falling against you, squishing you to the wall.  “WHAT THE FUCK??” Bruce screamed as yelps, shrieks, and screams echoed in the cabin of the plane.  Dozens of people were knocked from their seats, flight attendants falling into the aisle and rolling towards the cockpit.  The plane shook and quaked as it dropped several feet in a matter of seconds.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” you screamed, grabbing hold of Bruce’s arm.  The air masks dropped from overhead and Bruce grabbed yours, making quick work of putting it over your face.  “HOLD ON TO IT! HOLD IT OVER YOUR MOUTH, Y/N!!” he commanded, reaching for his own mask.

“THE WING OF THE PLANE HAS BEEN DAMAGED!” the pilot yelled from over the speakers, “WE ARE LOSING ALTITUDE! BRACE FOR IMPACT!”  People screamed and panicked, holding on to whatever it was they could.  Panic surged through your body as your fingers dug into Bruce’s arm.  The plane shook as it fell.  Your stomach dropped and it felt as if you were seconds from impact.  You looked out the window one last time before the ground came into view and everything went black.

*

He leaned over the body on the metal table in the lab of his factory.  He fastened the bolts with a wrench and tested the strength of the metal against the rotting flesh.  A soft horn sounded in the distance along with the various turns of chains and clangs of steel against steel.  He wiped the sweat off his brow and walked to his desk, looking over the blueprints and sketches he had devised the previous day.

Despite the different array of sounds, nothing could mask the loud crash that sounded off in the distance.  He lifted his head, silently trying to figure out what the fuck made that noise.  Leaving the body laying on the table, he exited his lab and made his way down the stairs and to the factory doors.  

With a grunt, he slid the doors aside and looked off into the distance.  Black smoke billowed from an area that looked to be close to the village.  Other than the crows squawking and flapping their wings in retreat, everything was dead quiet.  He looked off to the right just in time to see the long, spindly limbs of mold retreating back towards the earth.  Karl Heisenberg’s face tightened in a disgusted grimace.

“Mother Miranda...what have you done?”