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spooky tuesday is a (now not so new!) podcast where weâre breaking down all of our favorite slashers, thrillers, monster movies and black comedies on the new scariest day of the week.
anyone up for a midnight margarita? we're breaking out our cauldron and brewing up some delicious cocktails in honor of a new spooky tuesday. when we realized we had a halloween fifth tuesday on our hands, we knew we had to pick something special â and practical magic (1998) is a movie so perfect that it's almost like we made a wish for it way back in our younger days. starring sandra bullock, nicole kidman, stockard channing, and dianne wiest, this witchy flick is all about sisterhood, staying true to yourself, and finding true love in all its different forms. oh, and about how it's important to have bangs at some point in your life â but mostly the other stuff.
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#practical magic#nicole kidman#sandra bullock#stockard channing#dianne wiest#camilla belle#evan rachel wood#goran visnjic#aidan quinn#mark feuerstein#margo martindale#chloe webb#griffine dunne#witch movies#halloween movie#movie review podcast#movie review#fifth tuesday#spooky tuesday#new spooky tuesday episode
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tuesday is the best day of the week cuz. teddie tuesday. :3 i have a whole folder on my phone that's just teddie images here's some crap from that-
#rambearling#persona 4#p4#teddie#teddie persona 4#teddie p4#teddie kumada#teddie hanamura#teddie tuesday#happy teddie tuesday. best day of the week đ„łđ„łđ„ł alongside rise rednesday and teddie thursday-#yosuke needs a day too. hanamura hursday (still includes teddie that way-). yosuke yaturday#idk what i'm on about i should be working on school-#also uhhhh. first image is from either q or q2#second is just a screenshot from google cuz twitter doesn't let you download images consistently#third is a picmix i made :3#fourth and fifth are from tenor#sixth is a screenshot from arena (maybe ultimax) that my friend edited#seventh is a screenshot from the wiki i think i found it on twitter#eighth is a meme i made. ninth is my art. and tenth is another picmix i made :3
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longest week ever (its tuesday)
#tuesday again big problem!!#good news tho ive been keeping up w my hydration p well for weeks and I don't feel like shit daily#all the pain and suffering is external factors minus the vitamin deficiencies#book club started reading the fifth season and that's interesting id never heard of it#im trying very hard to have a good year and its working so far....i barely even get mad on the internet anymore#only thrice a month now
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIENDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! đ„łđđđ Your gift? I will not bite you. today.
hehehe
also I was panicking the other night bc i couldn't remember if your birthday was on the first or the fifth, so ty to your moot for sending that ask lol
you BITE berryblu? You bite berryblu like THE FOOTBALL?? afshsfshdgsgdbOh HECK YEAH >:D! thank youu!!! I can finally rest from the endless torment đđđ„đ„âš!!
Hehehe srry for the birthday jumpscare! (Also low key crying bc you were on the lookout for it đđđđđ)
#genuinely would not have minded if you popped in on the fifth lol#firm believer that messages sent w love dont lose value with time <3<3<3<3<3<3<3!!!#ty ann!!!! love you so much friend đ«đđđđđđđđđ!!!!#also i believe idk when your birthday is? <- or forgot to write it down at least#(tho if youve never said it better keep it that way for privacy's sake!!!!)#super fine if i never know but be warned i can and will pop in on a random tuesday and wish you happy birthday lmao#<3<3<3<3<3#ann<3#ask#for cloudy days#<- goes in the emergency happy folder btw <3<3<3<3
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*gives an epic ring.* I'm marrying you for the 2nd time no questions asked.
Oop alrightâŠ
No questionsâŠ
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Pardon my French:
He looks like he gets hella bitches
âŠâŠHe absolutely does but I do too so itâs okay LMAO đ
#asks#we went clubbing on Friday night and after the fifth random person came up to me he looked completely bewildered#âis this normal for you ???â he asked#âunfortunatelyâ I replied#he assumed the role of my bodyguard for the rest of the night it was overwhelming as hell#the alpha energy was coming off of him in waves and for once I was fine with it given the circumstances#what he gets up to back in the UK is none of my business but when heâs out here itâs just us pretty much#my mentality is on a normal Tuesday heâs 3000 miles away across an ocean so I canât be miffed if we both live our lives#take on the mental state of a fuck boy as a woman and the dudes come crawling back every time#thatâs probably why my ex from 3 years ago left a fucking letter on my doorstep a few weeks ago#ANYWAYS YEAH WE BOTH GOT GAME BUT ITâS CHILL ITâS COOL I WONâT LOSE MY COMPOSURE OVER IT
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Back Off
Ryan, staring in amazement a rock in his hand: Johnny just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock."Â
Other Dancer: If you don't marry Johnny, I will.Â
Ryan, defensively holding the rock to his chest: Oh no, Iâm gonna marry him, back off.
#sing#sing 2#sing ryan#sing dance troupe#ryan is the exhausted older brother of the troupe#why? bc vibes#the troupe is so tired of the romantic gestures at this point#it started off cute but now it's just sorta obnoxious#like this is the fifth time this week and its only tuesday#they all keep threatening to marry johnny if the two don't start dating soon#rynny#sing rynny#johnny x ryan#ryan is gay and in love
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Everytime I write fic itâs with the express purpose of exposing people to some of the worst wordplay that theyâve ever had the displeasure of encountering
#Iâve been mixing up my homophones lots lately and I donât know why#write right flour flower poor pour. neverending.#anyways I love language and language loves me we have a house and a cat and our fifth year anniversary is on tuesday#writing tag
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#search erik powery for america bing yahoo google green đđ party đđ„ł vote tuesday november 5#erik powery for america bing yahoo google vote tuesday november fifth 2024#erikpowery#mayor#baltimore#maryland#green new deal#gnd#cleanair#cleanwater#greenery
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memes for mutuals
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No paywall version here.
"Two and a half years ago, when I was asked to help write the most authoritative report on climate change in the United States, I hesitated...
In the end, I said yes, but reluctantly. Frankly, I was sick of admonishing people about how bad things could get. Scientists have raised the alarm over and over again, and still the temperature rises. Extreme events like heat waves, floods and droughts are becoming more severe and frequent, exactly as we predicted they would. We were proved right. It didnât seem to matter.
Our report, which was released on Tuesday, contains more dire warnings. There are plenty of new reasons for despair. Thanks to recent scientific advances, we can now link climate change to specific extreme weather disasters, and we have a better understanding of how the feedback loops in the climate system can make warming even worse. We can also now more confidently forecast catastrophic outcomes if global emissions continue on their current trajectory.
But to me, the most surprising new finding in the Fifth National Climate Assessment is this: There has been genuine progress, too.
Iâm used to mind-boggling numbers, and there are many of them in this report. Human beings have put about 1.6 trillion tons of carbon in the atmosphere since the Industrial Revolution â more than the weight of every living thing on Earth combined. But as we wrote the report, I learned other, even more mind-boggling numbers. In the last decade, the cost of wind energy has declined by 70 percent and solar has declined 90 percent. Renewables now make up 80 percent of new electricity generation capacity. Our countryâs greenhouse gas emissions are falling, even as our G.D.P. and population grow.
In the report, we were tasked with projecting future climate change. We showed what the United States would look like if the world warms by 2 degrees Celsius. It wasnât a pretty picture: more heat waves, more uncomfortably hot nights, more downpours, more droughts. If greenhouse emissions continue to rise, we could reach that point in the next couple of decades. If they fall a little, maybe we can stave it off until the middle of the century. But our findings also offered a glimmer of hope: If emissions fall dramatically, as the report suggested they could, we may never reach 2 degrees Celsius at all.
For the first time in my career, I felt something strange: optimism.
And that simple realization was enough to convince me that releasing yet another climate report was worthwhile.
Something has changed in the United States, and not just the climate. State, local and tribal governments all around the country have begun to take action. Some politicians now actually campaign on climate change, instead of ignoring or lying about it. Congress passed federal climate legislation â something Iâd long regarded as impossible â in 2022 as we turned in the first draft.
[Note: She's talking about the Inflation Reduction Act and the Infrastructure Act, which despite the names were the two biggest climate packages passed in US history. And their passage in mid 2022 was a big turning point: that's when, for the first time in decades, a lot of scientists started looking at the numbers - esp the ones that would come from the IRA's funding - and said "Wait, holy shit, we have an actual chance."]
And while the report stresses the urgency of limiting warming to prevent terrible risks, it has a new message, too: We can do this. We now know how to make the dramatic emissions cuts weâd need to limit warming, and itâs very possible to do this in a way thatâs sustainable, healthy and fair.
The conversation has moved on, and the role of scientists has changed. Weâre not just warning of danger anymore. Weâre showing the way to safety.
I was wrong about those previous reports: They did matter, after all. While climate scientists were warning the world of disaster, a small army of scientists, engineers, policymakers and others were getting to work. These first responders have helped move us toward our climate goals. Our warnings did their job.
To limit global warming, we need many more people to get on board... We need to reach those who havenât yet been moved by our warnings. Iâm not talking about the fossil fuel industry here; nor do I particularly care about winning over the small but noisy group of committed climate deniers. But I believe we can reach the many people whose eyes glaze over when they hear yet another dire warning or see another report like the one we just published.
The reason is that now, we have a better story to tell. The evidence is clear: Responding to climate change will not only create a better world for our children and grandchildren, but it will also make the world better for us right now.
Eliminating the sources of greenhouse gas emissions will make our air and water cleaner, our economy stronger and our quality of life better. It could save hundreds of thousands or even millions of lives across the country through air quality benefits alone. Using land more wisely can both limit climate change and protect biodiversity. Climate change most strongly affects communities that get a raw deal in our society: people with low incomes, people of color, children and the elderly. And climate action can be an opportunity to redress legacies of racism, neglect and injustice.
I could still tell you scary stories about a future ravaged by climate change, and theyâd be true, at least on the trajectory weâre currently on. But itâs also true that we have a once-in-human-history chance not only to prevent the worst effects but also to make the world better right now. It would be a shame to squander this opportunity. So I donât just want to talk about the problems anymore. I want to talk about the solutions. Consider this your last warning from me."
-via New York Times. Opinion essay by leading climate scientist Kate Marvel. November 18, 2023.
#WE CAN DO THIS#I SO TRULY BELIEVE THAT WE CAN DO THIS#WE CAN SAVE OURSELVES AND THE WORLD ALONG WITH US#climate crisis#united states#climate change#conservation#hope posting#sustainability#climate news#climate action#climate emergency#fossil fuels#global warming#environmentalism#climate hope#solarpunk#climate optimism#climate policy#earth#science#climate science#meteorology#extreme weather#renewable energy#solar power#wind power#renewables#carbon emissions#climate justice
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spooky tuesday is a (now not so new!) podcast where weâre breaking down all of our favorite slashers, thrillers, monster movies and black comedies on the new scariest day of the week.
it's still may for a few more hours, but pride month starts now at spooky tuesday. we just couldn't wait â and with a new fifth tuesday giving us the chance to cover any movie across all genres, we knew we had to do but iâm a cheerleader (1999). an instant queer classic, this candy-colored flick is packed full of heart, silliness, and undeniable chemistry between natasha lyonne and clea duvall. whether you first watched it as a preteen without parental supervision or only saw it after muna and phoebe bridgers dropped their âsilk chiffon" music video, it's pretty much consensus that jamie babbit's satirical rom-com is required viewing â and if you somehow still haven't seen it, well, we would be honored to make the introduction.
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#but i'm a cheerleader#jamie babbit#natasha lyonne#clea duvall#melanie lynskey#cathy moriarty#rupaul#dante basco#pride month#lgbtq movies#movie review podcast#movie review#spooky tuesday#new spooky tuesday episode#fifth tuesday
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Top 5 books by Black authors
Hello friends!! Welcome to Top 5 Tuesday!! This weekâs topic is top 5 books by Black authors!! February is Black History Month. And we are celebrating with a T5T post dedicated to amazing Black authors and our fave books by them. However, I am doing a slight twist to my post. Iâm writing about 5 books by Black authors on my TBR. This post was easy because I have so many amazing books by BlackâŠ
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#Amari and the Night Brothers#Angie Thomas#B. B. Alston#Binti#Black authors#Black History Month#Dhonielle Clayton#N. K. Jemisin#Nnedi Okorafor#Read#The Belles#The Fifth Season#The Hate U Give#Top 5 Tuesday
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#assignment 2 is reading notes for this entire semester due tuesday .#none of which i've done đ like i did all the readings but you CANNOT get me to do incremental assignments it's never happening#also secret fifth option . fire up photoshop
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for the new year, i have decided to make a couple edits and additions to the almighty Calendar. happy 2024.
IT JUST HAPPENS
DAY 15 GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15
Thursday the 20th
The Fifth of Wednesday
Second Week of May: Eurovision
Sometime in June: That One Halloween Post Starts Circulating
Sometime in July: Dancing Pumpkin Man Video/Gif
WEEKLY EVENTS (at least the ones i celebrate)
Every Monday: Garfield Hates Mondays
Every Tuesday: Tom Servo Tuesday
Every Wednesday: It Is Wednesday My Dudes
Every Thursday: Out of Touch Thursday
Every Friday: Flat Fuck Friday
Every Saturday: Sea Slug Saturday
Every Sunday: Energy Sword Sunday
YEARLY EVENTS
January 1: Copyright Expiration Day
January 8: Spiders Georg Day
January 16: Appreciate a Dragon Day
January 18: Bug Race
January 29: Threshold Day
All of February: Funguary
ALSO All of February: Femslash February
February 3: WOE, VANILLA EXTRACT BE UPON YE
February 13: Galentines Day
February 14: Aromantic/Asexual Day
March 9: Miku Day
March 10: Mario Day
March 14: Pi Day
March 15: Ides of March
March 23: Ever Given Got Stuck Today
April 1: Mishapocalypse
April 2: Dashcon Announcement Anniversary
April 3: Dannypocalypse
April 8: Rex Manning Day
ALSO April 8: MARGARET THATCHER IS DEAD
April 13: Neil Banging Out The Tunes
ALSO April 13: Homestuck Day
April 20: haha 420 blaze it
April 25: The Perfect Date
April 28: Ed Balls Day
April 30: It's Gonna Be May
All of May: Mermay
May 3: Beginning of Dracula Daily
May 4: May the 4th Be With You
May 5: Revenge of the Fifth
May 25: The Glorious 25th of May
All of June: Pride Month
ALSO All of June: IT'S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY
June 5: Barricade Day
ALSO June 5: RONALD REAGAN IS DEAD
June 12: Another Homestuck Day
June 16: Let Papyrus Say Fuck
June 22: Summerween
All of July: Disability Pride Month
July 11-13: Dashcon Anniversary
July 20: Moon Landing
September 8: The Queen Is Dead and Sans Undertale Killed Her
September 11: Mole Interest Monday
September 19: Talk Like A Pirate Day
September 21: DO YOU REMEMBER-
All of October: SKELETON WAR
ALSO All of October: People Draw A Lot Month? (so many names)
October 3: Mean Girls Day
ALSO October 3: Fullmetal Alchemist Day
October 13: Treat Yo' Self
October 20: Unnecessary Feelings Day
October 31: HALLOWEEN
November 5: honestly what didn't happen that day
November 19: Goncharov
November 29: HENRY KISSINGER IS DEAD
All of December: Will the GĂ€vle Goat Get Destroyed Again?
December 10: Please, It's Christmas
December 12: Hawaii Part 2
December 23: Christmas Adam
December 24: ALMOST CHRISTMAS MEANS IT WASN'T CHRISTMAS
ALSO December 24: Cabinet Man Day
December 27: Porn Ban Effective Today
#there's definitely more but i'm not versed enough in this#tumblr holidays#add more in the tags/comments please#look i'm trying my best here i've been on tumblr for just over a year at this point#tumblr#tumblr calendar#it's complete. now i may rest.#holidays
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Dinner & Diatribes
âi knew it from the first look of mischief in your eye.â
Summary: You both swiped right and suddenly you're standing in a stranger's kitchen while he makes you spaghetti.
Pairing: Modern Aegon Targaryen x Reader
Word Count: 5.2k
Authorâs Note: this might be the most self-indulgent fic i've ever written, so fair warning. also, thank you tom, who inspired this by saying that dinner & diatribes would be aegon's hozier song. it's just true. anyways, this was really fun to write.
Warnings: language, recreational drug use, alcohol use, fluff, intense sexual situations (including: oral sex - female receiving, sexual intercourse - p in v), just two single people who are horny, more fluff, aegon being so cute that i couldn't stop smiling the whole time i was writing this.
It was precisely 9:39 PM on a Tuesday.
You were sitting cross-legged on your couch, nose deep in a fresh murder mystery that you had been working through for the last two days. There was a lit joint between your fingers that you were nursing, taking little hits so that it wouldnât completely burn out, and on the cushion next to you, your phone softly vibrates and lights up; a familiar icon flashes across the screen and you can easily make out the words, âItâs a Matchâ from the corner of your eye.Â
Itâd been a regular occurrence since you had downloaded that accursed app.Â
Youâd been single for far too long, according to your best friend, though you hadnât really noticed. The sweet silence of a solitary life was something that you had enjoyed for the most part. It wasnât even like your online dating life had really taken off, either. Youâd get matches but hardly anyone would reach out in any way that made you feel like they were serious. They wanted your Snapchat username, or they were in an âopenâ relationship or asking for a threesome, and one guy even asked if you would send him pictures of your feet. Even some of the ones you thought were serious about taking you out- or even just hooking up- would end up ghosting you before anything actually happened.Â
âItâs not supposed to be serious,â you could hear your friendâs words rattling around in your brain. You shake your head and focus once again on your book; they have a suspect, itâs the best friend! How fitting.
Once again, your phone lights up and vibrates. Not wanting to be distracted from the plot, you ignore your new match and get back to your mystery with anticipation; the best friend is about to confess. You go to take another hit of your joint and frown upon realizing itâs burnt out. As you move to grab your lighter, in comes another message, and another, and another. You stop what youâre doing and pick up your phone, swiping at the screen until you find the culprit. Heâs known only as Aegon T, and according to the one sentence he has written on his profile, he has a dog. You swipe through his pictures- the dog is a golden retriever, the man looks like a golden retriever.Â
In the message thread, heâs basically talking to himself.Â
Thereâs four new messages waiting for you, while three little dots begin flashing at the bottom of the screen; disappearing and reappearing as you read what heâs already sent.Â
âSo, Iâm high.â
âAnd I am making spaghetti⊠and itâs really good.â
âAt least I hope itâs really good, it could just be the weedâŠâ
âI could use a taste-tester, if youâre up for it? I canât pay you or anything, but itâs honest work đâ
Aegon begins typing again and you watch the screen, a smirk on your lips. You are 99% sure that the spaghetti is truly an innuendo for what he really wants and have half a heart to just block him, but you watch as those little gray dots continue in the bottom left corner of the screen; heâs going back and forth with himself and you canât help but find it oddly cute. Your fingers hover over the keyboard as you contemplate a witty response, but before you can even begin typing, he sends a fifth message.Â
âThat was weird as fuck, right?â
Then a sixth.
âYou probably donât want to come over to some random guyâs house on a Tuesday.â
He finishes up with a seventh message.
âUnless you doâŠâ
He almost sends an apology. After all, what's another message? Heâs already fucked this whole thing up; not even giving himself a chance before he nose-dived. If he was being honest, he should just go ahead and delete his whole account; save you from secondhand embarrassment and save himself from repeating the same mistake again in the future. He sets the phone down on the kitchen counter and goes back to ripping bong hits to calm his nerves. Though, heâs unable to keep himself from checking his phone for a response; a response that likely wasnât going to come and heâd spend the rest of his night feeling like a complete idiot.Â
Seven back-to-back messages should have screamed âred flagâ, but youâre glancing at the clock as if you were seriously contemplating taking this stranger up on his offer. After all, you do have needs just as much as the next person. But, youâre wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of pajama shorts, your hairâs a mess, and you were covered in the crumbs of your munchie snacks. Meaning, you were nowhere close to being prepared for what was sure to happen between you and this random stoner offering you dinner.Â
Yet, you respond to him, âI could never turn down spaghettiâ.Â
Aegonâs stirring the sauce when he gets your message. Heâs instantly elated, thrusting a celebratory fist into the air. His fingers fly across the keyboard swiftly, sending another quick message, âAtta girl đ My place is on the corner of 9th and 51st, above Jasperâs.â
âBe there soon,â you reply with haste.Â
It was apartment #4 and you made sure to text your friend the address, and given name of your potential murderer, and also share your location for her to keep an eye out. She says all you have to do is text her at any time if you need her to call and bail you out with a fake emergency. All she asks in return is for you to have fun and let her know if you are planning on spending the night- which was an idea that you werenât opposed to, but it wasnât something you were planning on.Â
Youâre nervous as you stand outside of the door to his apartment, fist hovering for a moment. Nowâs the time to make a fast exit- you havenât met him, you could turn around right now and never meet him. You could wake up alive in the morning, safe in your own bed. Or, you can knock on the door and have what might be a really nice spaghetti dinner with a really nice guy. Hell, he could even be the love of your life and in fifty years youâll both look back on this day and laugh about how you met on Tinder and how you were stupid enough to go to his house and not a public place.Â
Finally, you knock.Â
Aegon puts the lid back on his spaghetti sauce and shuffles into the living room. Sunfyre is on the couch with his ears perked; his tailâs wagging and heâs panting eagerly, waiting patiently to meet this new visitor. Aegon whispers over to him, âwish me luck,â and thinks to himself, please donât be a catfish, please donât be a catfish, please donât be a catfish. He peers through the peephole when he approaches the door and there you are, a sigh of relief deflates his chest.Â
âOh, thank God,â you can hear him say as the door swings open. His accent is surprisingly British. âYouâre real.â
The very first thing that you notice are his eyes. Theyâre piercing; somehow blue and lavender at the same timeâ the color of a warm, summer sunrise and theyâre crinkling at the edges as he smiles. Heâs wearing a pair of dark gray sweats and a pale green hoodie, and the only word that comes to mind when you look at him is warmth. Heâs somehow more attractive in person than he is in the pictures on his profile, which you didnât think was possible, but heâs standing right in front of you and you canât help but think to yourself, he doesnât look like a murderer.Â
Then again, neither did Ted Bundy. Â
Aegon stands there for a moment, just staring at you, unable to do anything else. His words escape him, he can barely even breathe. You look exactly the same as your pictures; even without the makeup and even in the shitty, fluorescent overhead lights of the hallway. Even in a sweatshirt and pajama shorts, youâre stunning. Heâs having a hard time believing that you actually showed up and he doesnât realize that heâs been staring for much too long until you shrug back at him.Â
âDid you think I wasnât?â You ask with creased brows and a lopsided smile.
The corners of his lips pull upwards as he looks at you, âI donât know. Youâre just so beautiful, Iâm still not entirely convinced you arenât some sort of hologram⊠or a robot.âÂ
âWow, youâre pretty smooth,â you say with a playful smirk, desperately trying to keep your composureâ trying to play it cool, hoping that he hasnât caught on to the fact that youâre secretly spiraling, because it took all of one smile and one compliment and you were done for. âBut, Iâll have you know that flattery wonât work on me. Iâm here for the spaghetti and the spaghetti alone.âÂ
âMy apologies,â Aegon says with a chuckle as he holds his hands up defensively. âRight this way, then.âÂ
He steps to the side, allowing you to enter his apartment, and shuts the door behind you. Itâs nice, clean, smells like fresh baked bread and tomato sauce. Thereâs niche artwork adorning the walls, heâs got candles burning, and thereâs some lowkey, downtempo R&B playing softly in the background. He quickly moves past you and disappears into the kitchen, leaving you to follow him.Â
However, before you can take all of two steps into his apartment, a flash of golden fur is suddenly at your hip, pawing for attention. You drop down to a knee and happily accept any and all kisses from the pup. âOh! Hi, whatâs your name?â
Aegon sticks his head around the corner and says, âThat is Sunfyre. In case you were wonderinâ, heâs a very good judge of character and I will be consultinâ with him later where youâre concerned, fair warning.âÂ
You roll your eyes and scratch behind Sunfyreâs ears, his tail thumps in approval.Â
âWould you like something to drink?â He continues and disappears back into the kitchen. âIâve got wine and bottled water. Oh, and milk?â Thereâs a rustling in the kitchen before Aegon adds with a nervous chuckle, âscratch that, there is no milk.âÂ
You politely excuse yourself from Sunfyre and step into the small dining room off of the kitchen.Â
Thereâs a grin on your lips, which you pursed so that he doesnât think youâre laughing at him. Sunfyre joins the two of you and circles around his ownerâs legs as Aegon empties an almost full half-gallon of milk down the drain. His kitchen is small but looks to be well used, which you appreciate. You know almost nothing about this man, other than his name- if âAegonâ was even his real name- and the name of his dog, and yet here you were, standing in the threshold of his kitchen with a strange sense of comfortability as if you had been lifelong pals.Â
âWater is fine,â you tell him.Â
He produces a bottle of water from his fridge and tosses it over to you with ease and goes back to the stove. You step further into the kitchen, taking in your surroundings. The kitchen, like the living room, is covered in artwork and vintage decor- things youâd only find in some obscure thrift store or estate sale. On the refrigerator are a collection of magnets from different cities and countries, real touristy type shit. Some of them even had names on them; Alexander, Aaron, Alistair, Alan, Adolf.Â
Maybe these are the names of people heâs killed.Â
âYou travel a lot?â You ask, trying to keep the conversation going.
âI try to,â he says from over his shoulder as he continues to stir the sauce. You can hear him set the lid back on the pot. âMost of those are from my sister, Helaena. She thinks itâs hilarious to give me magnets with random âAâ names since youâll never find the name Aegon on any of those,â he says from behind you. Heâs leaning against the counter with a half glass of wine. You quirk an eyebrow at him, not fully convinced. âShe has a few from me that say Helen.â
âIs that her?â You ask, finger pointing to a pretty blonde in one of the many photographs he had pinned up.
He nods and takes a step closer to you. Heâs so close that you can feel his warmth, smell his aftershave. The proximity causes you to blush and he smirks in response, leaning over your shoulder as he points to the other people in the pictures. âThose two are my little brothers, Aemond and Daeron,â he claims and then points to two women. âThatâs my half-sister, Rhae, and next to her is my mother.â
âThe redhead?â You ask surprised, given she didnât look like she could be old enough to have four grown children. He nods and takes a step back, leaning against the counter with half-lidded eyes and a tipsy blush. âShe looks like she could be your sister,â you say softly, turning back to glance at all of the faces; he seemed proud of his family, like they were very close.Â
You turn away from the fridge and lean against the counter at his side. Itâs quiet for a moment, save for the music and the sound of boiling water where the noodles were cooking. You look at him and the corners of your lips canât help but twist up into a shy smile, but you bite at the inside of your cheek out of nervous habit. He props himself up on his elbows, taking a sip of his wine, clearly comfortable with the silence.Â
âSo,â you look up at him and his little smirk grows. âAbout the jobâŠâ
âAh, yes,â he nods. âAs I stated earlier, I wonât be able to pay you a monetary wage, but the position does come with a benefits package.â
âAnd what exactly would this benefits package include?â Thereâs an innocent flirtatiousness in your voice that only adds to the tension.Â
âOutside of the free gourmet meals that I would be providinâ to ya, which is obviously the most important part,â he smiles and steps to the side to grab a spoon from the drawer and holds it out to you. Your fingers softly close around his as you pluck the utensil from his grasp. He clears his throat to distract from the fact that he was visibly flustered from the slight touch. âThereâs also unlimited cuddle sessions,â before he can finish, you shoot him a look. âWith Sunfyre, of course! Heâs the real boss âround here, after all.âÂ
âCuddling with the boss?â You quirk an eyebrow and look down at the golden retriever, his eyes round and gleaming; clearly waiting for a hand-out. âSounds like a conflict of interest to me.â
âWell, if itâs a conflict of interest youâre worried about,â he counters quickly with a soft yet playful tone. âI sâpose we could renegotiate the terms of the agreement and you could have me instead.âÂ
âIâm listening.â
âHe might be better at cuddling for obvious reasons and he might be better lookinâ,â Aegon continues. âBut, I give better backrubs. I mean, I have thumbs and he donât. You canât give decent backrubs without thumbs, can you? Plus, heâs a sloppy kisser.âÂ
âOh, youâre really trying to sweeten the deal now, huh? Backrubs and kisses? I must admit, that is quite a compelling offer,â you muse. âIt seems my decision hinders on whether or not you can actually cook, wouldnât want to accept the position blindly, now would I?â
âAre ya doubtinâ my skills?â He asked playfully.Â
âNo offense, but you possess the aura of someone who could fuck up a can of Spaghettios,â you tell him with a sincere smile. âSo, forgive me if I don't get my hopes up.â
Aegon laughs and itâs a warm and infectious sound that fills the kitchen. Itâs genuine, as is his perfect smile. You canât seem to keep yourself from staring; eyes softly tracing every detail of his faceâ from his full, pink pout, to the scar above his right eyebrow, and the dimple of his chinâ thinking to yourself that youâve never seen a man more beautiful. His smile turns back into a smirk as he notices you staring at his lips and you look up to meet his eyes. Thereâs something about the way he looks at you that leaves you feeling vulnerable. His gaze softens as you look away, turning your attention back to the spaghetti sauce on the stove in front of you to distract yourself from the blush creeping up your neck.
Thereâs only one way this night ends.
It was obvious before you even left your house and it was certainly obvious now.Â
âGo on, then,â he prods, motioning to the pot on the stovetop.
His eyes are wide with anticipation as you dip into the simmering sauce, stirring it a few times before bringing the spoon to your lips. Heâs nervous; itâs his motherâs recipeâ one heâs spent years perfectingâ but with his luck, you will most likely think itâs steaming garbage. Yet, he watches intently; holding his breath as your perfect lips curl to blow softly, cooling the sauce before you finally taste it.Â
The moment the spoon touches your tongue, you're determined to remain impartial. After all, youâve had your fair share of disappointing meals from men whoâve claimed to be great cooks. Aegon certainly could be the very latest and you wouldnât be at all surprised. So, you keep your expectations low, and try your hardest to remain stoic, but as the flavors begin to unfold, you can feel your resolve wavering.Â
Itâs good. Better than most.Â
Reluctantly, you have to admit that this is the second-best sauce youâve ever had, right after your grandmotherâs. You glance up at Aegon, whoâs watching you with a mix of anxiety and hope, and you canât help but smile.Â
âI have to give it to you,â you say, your voice betraying a hint of admiration. âThis is incredible. Almost as good as my grandmotherâs.â
The relief and pride that spread across his face makes your heart flutter.Â
âYeah?â He asks with a toothy grin.Â
âIâm still not completely convinced that you can actually cook, but you canâ at the very leastâ make some top-notch spaghetti sauce,â you tell him as you place your spoon to the side.Â
âTop-notch, eh?â He asks playfully as he begins plating your meal. âIâll take it.âÂ
âDonât let it get to your head,â you say to him with a laugh. âItâs just spaghetti sauce.âÂ
âJust spaghetti sauce? Donât let my mum hear you say that,â he says with a smirk, setting a full plate in front of you on the counter. âI guess Iâll just have to work extra hard on the next one.â
âAssuming there will be a next one,â you reply, tone dripping with playful sarcasm. âThough, you have set the bar pretty high tonight. Iâm sure youâll be fine.â
âWell,â he murmurs as he steps closer, his body brushing against yours as he reaches around you to grab a plate. His lips are hovering above the shell of your ear, his voice low and teasing, causing your cheeks to immediately flush as the heat between the two of you intensifies. âIâm nothing if not a perfectionist.â
For a split second you expect for him to lean in for a kiss. Your heart is simultaneously skipping beats and racing at the same time; your breath catching in your throat as he leans inâ But then he smirks, grabbing the plate and taking a step backwards. Heâs doing it on purpose, you realize; his proximity expertly calculated to keep you on edge. You look up at him with wide, sparkling eyes and he knows heâs got you right where he wants you. The soft blush of your cheeks has his blood pumping and sends a surge of adrenaline through him. Heâs trying his absolute best to play it cool but the way youâre biting your lip and looking at him has him unraveling.
âIs that so?â You ask, raising an eyebrow. âWhat other skills do you have up your sleeve?â
His grin widens as he looks down at you, setting his empty plate to the side. His gaze, once again, drops to your lips. âI have a few tricks,â he says softly, his voice filled with promise. âBut I doubt youâd believe me if I told you, so how about I just show you?âÂ
âWhat?â You ask with a playful innocence. âBefore dinner?â
âIâm not really in the mood for spaghetti anymore.âÂ
âOh?â Your smirk is only growing. âWhat are you in the mood for?â
Aegon says nothing, but a confident grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he rests his hands on your hips. He doesnât hesitate to pull you in by the waist, until youâre pressed against him and his lips are on yours. The kiss is both gentle and urgent and a little bit awkward, as any first kiss should be. You felt like a teenager again, kissing a boy for the first timeâ butterflies in your stomach and all.
It takes no time at all for you to find your rhythm with him, and he deepens the kiss, pushing you up onto the kitchen counter to meet his height. Your arms naturally drape across his shoulders, your legs wrap around his middle. Heâs completely taken over your mind, filling up every tiny space that he can fit into; the smell of his cologne, the scratch of his stubble against your skin, the feeling of his hands squeezing the flesh of your thighsâ his fingertips teasing just underneath the hem of your shorts.Â
Breathless, he pulls away from you as he pulls your sweatshirt over your head. He stops for a moment to take in the sight of you; clad only in your bra and shorts, lips red and blotchy, swollen and full. Youâre looking up at him from under your lashes, softly biting your bottom lip as you wait for him to continue. He gently lifts his hand up to your cheek and traces the curve of your cupidâs bow with his thumb, providing one last show of tenderness before he leans in to capture your lips in another searing kiss.Â
His touch is suddenly rushed; spreading a wildfire across your skin in the wake of his lips as he rips off the remainder of your clothes. It doesnât take long at all before youâre sitting exposed on his kitchen counter in only a thong, blushing wildly and covering your face with your hands.Â
âNoâ no hiding,â he clicks his tongue and pulls your hands away from your face. âI want to see you.â
He whispers a string of profanities and compliments as his starving eyes roam your figure. Self-doubt creeps into your mind and you momentarily consider making a quick exit, convinced he wonât like what he sees, but the way heâs looking at you makes you feel desired in a way you havenât felt in a long time.Â
Aegonâs gaze is electrifying and intense, drawing you in and silencing your negative thoughts instantly. His hands pull you in by the waist, sliding you to the edge of the counter as his lips work their way down your chin and neck; leaving a trail of red marks down to your chest. He hums, smirking as he takes one of your breasts in his mouth. His hand kneads the other, rolling your hardened nipple between two fingers. Your head falls back, lips parted slightly as you breathe out his name.Â
Each sound he elicits from you urges him on even further until heâs on one knee, looking up at you from his position with those pretty eyes. He runs a hand up the back of your calf, softly teasing you with his fingertips before tossing your leg over his shoulder. You knew where he was going, and yet, you were still surprised as he began placing open mouthed kisses on the inside of your thighs; shivering in anticipation as goosebumps formed on your skin.Â
âYouâre so wet,â he says proudly, praising you.Â
His eyes are locked with yours as his fingers delicately smooth over your clothed clit. He hooks a finger around the dampened cotton and pulls your thong to the side, groaning at the sight of your perfect pussy. Without wasting another second, Aegonâs mouth is suddenly on you and your hands immediately find the back of his head; fingers curling into the roots of his silver hair.Â
You roll your hips against his tongue, cursing out as your legs begin to shake. He moans, face still buried deep in you and the vibrations have you writhing. Both of his arms are wrapped around your thighs now, holding you tight to him, not letting up for even a second. Then he stands, lifting you up onto his shoulders. You squeal in shock, holding onto him tightly, but he doesnât stop; he continues to devour you as he blindly carries you towards his bedroom.Â
When his knees hit the side of his bed, he tosses you back onto the mattress.Â
You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as he strips out of his clothes. . You can see the outline of his arousal; prominent and pressing firmly against the fabric of his sweats. You bite your lip at the sight and he smirks as he catches your stare. His movements are unhurried, giving you ample time to appreciate the sight before you. His hoodie and shirt come off first, then his sweats, and you canât help but notice the way that his muscles flex with each motion. Heâs not overly built, but thereâs a solid strength in his frame that is evident in the way he moves.
Outside, headlights from passing cars cast streaks of light and shadows across the walls of his room. Itâs quiet, the music in the other room has stopped playing and all you can hear is the sound of your own heart beating in your ears. You swallow thickly, encompassed by the tension of the moment as he crawls up the length of your body; placing tender kisses along your skin. His lips leave a trail of warmth, each touch igniting a spark that travels through your entire body.
When he reaches your face, he pauses, his breath mingling with yours as he hovers just inches away. The anticipation builds, thick and electric in the air between you. His lips find yours in a kiss that starts slow and tender but quickly deepens; fingers threading through your hair as he pulls you closer, his body pressing yours deeper into the plush mattress. Your hands explore his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the tension and strength beneath his skin and coming to rest on his shoulders; gripping tightly as he continues to worship your body with his mouth. Each kiss, each touch, is deliberate, heightening your senses and pulling you further into the moment.
You curse at the feeling of his girth against your entrance. Your hand moves up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips as he presses slowly into you.Â
âOh fuck,â he whimpers into the crook of your neck as his arms become weak.Â
He knows that he wonât last like this; itâs been a while and you feel way too good. Heâs slow at first, wanting to steady himself and maintain control, but his rhythm picks up quickly; hips moving with an unrelenting rhythm, each thrust bringing you both closer to the edge. You can feel his muscles tense, his grip on you tightening as he buries his face in your neck. His moans are a mix of pleasure and desperation, and you can tell heâs fighting to hold back.
You tighten your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, feeling the overwhelming need to reach that peak together. His pace quickens, the tension in his body building to a breaking point. You feel the same pressure inside of you mounting before itâs suddenly crashing over you like a wave. He follows seconds later, a low groan escaping his lips as he spills into you. The intensity of the moment leaves you both breathless and clinging to each other, bathing in the afterglow.Â
âThat was incredible,â he murmurs against your skin, head pressed to your chest as you stroke his hair softly. His eyes flutter shut as he listens to the sounds of your heartbeat.Â
You hum in agreement, smiling to yourself as you savor the peacefulness of the moment.Â
Suddenly, youâre joined by Sunfyre jumping up on the bed, his tail wagging enthusiastically. You smile at him and pat the empty space next to you, inviting him to join your cuddle session. He eagerly accepts the invitation, circling the bed a few times before snuggling up next to you. Aegon lifts his head and smiles, clearly pleased that you would be so open to having the dog in bed with you. He wraps his arm around both you and Sunfyre, pulling you closer.Â
âThis is perfect,â he says softly, his voice filled with contentment as he lays his head back on your chest.Â
"So, about that job offer," you say playfully, your fingers tracing patterns along his skin. "I think I'll accept the position. When would you like for me to start?"
He lifts his head to look at you, a playful glint in his eyes. âHow about tomorrow night at seven?â
Before you can respond, a distinct burning smell reaches your nose. Your brows furrow as you sniff the air. âDo you smell that?â
Aegonâs eyes widen in realization. âThe spaghetti!âÂ
He jumps up from the bed, pulling on his clothes quickly, and scrambles into the kitchen. You follow behind him, tossing one of his t-shirts over your head and meet him in the kitchen.Â
âI guess I forgot to turn off the burner,â Aegon looks disappointed but then chuckles, shaking his head. He looks at you with a glint in his eye and smirks. âOccupational hazard, I guess.â
âOh, that sucks!â You laugh, playfully nudging him. âIs it too late to back out of the job now?â
âWay too late for that,â he says as he pulls you into a soft kiss, silencing any doubts immediately. âYouâre mine now.âÂ
âMm,â you hum against his lips. âBut I came here for the spaghetti.â
He chuckles and pulls back slightly. âWill you settle for pizza?â
âIâll settle for anything, as long as itâs with you,â you say with a smile as you wrap your arms around his waist. âAnd as long as thereâs extra cheese!â
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