#fuck anachronisms we ball anyway

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

So, I still had the (free) hogwarts mystery game on my phone, so I started playing it again, and... the people that made this one really said "fuck you jkr, trans rights". They gave me this jacket FOR FREE

LOOK AT THAT

[cielomorao-a]

i’m honestly ... throwing this acceptance post together ten minutes before the submit closes but spent so long trying to make sure that the discord was good to go that i just forgot that i needed to get my shit together and do this !!! but , thank you so much to everyone that ended up applying !! it was hard to decide who to accept out of all of the amazing apps and i ended up making some of the sororities and frats four spots instead of three just because i couldn’t decide . still , if you weren’t accepted , please feel free to apply for a different sorority or frat that is still open ! we’d love to have you in the group still !

anyways , before i start rambling even more , WELCOME TO BEAUMONT EVERYONE ! i’ve listed out all of the people that are accepted by the frat or sorority , and i will be sending a link to the discord in the next ten minutes to get the ball rolling ! i am still new to discord groups like this , so please if you get into the server and have any suggestions , there will be a suggestion channel in the admin category that we would love for you to leave feedback in . if you don’t receive a link by 10:30pm EST , please feel free to reach out and i will send a new link !!

SIGMA TAU :

❛ ✶ ( aròn piper , cis man , he/him )  —  did you see silas kingston walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-one year old sophomore . from what i know , they are studying business and are a part of sigma tau . they come across as + sanguine but also - boisterous , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @kingslick) it says they are an aries . if they were in a movie , obsessed by maggie lindemann would play whenever they walk into the room  ooc info . abby . 24 . est . she/her . niieve .

PHI KAPPA DELTA :

❛ ✶ ( maxence danet-fauvel , cis man , he/him ) — did you see remy alarie walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty four year old senior . from what i know , they are studying history and are a part of phi kappa delta . they come across as + diplomatic but also - indecisive , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @remy01 ) it says they are a libra . if they were in a movie ,destroyer by lala lala would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . bean . 22 . est . she/her . mocnbeams . 

DELTA PSI BETA :

❛ ✶ ( charlie gillespie , cis man , he/him ) — did you see harley morelli walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-two year old sophmore . from what i know , they are studying music & minoring in songwriting and are a part of delta psi beta . they come across as + passionate but also - fanatical , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @harleynodavidson ) it says they are a arues . if they were in a movie , amber by 311 would play whenever they walk into the room . drew . drew . 20 . est . she/they . applcjuice . 

❛ ✶ ( désiré quadjo mia , cis man , he/him ) — did you see kai kimathi walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-one year old sophomore . from what i know , they are studying music technology and are a part of delta psi beta . they come across as + outgoing but also - reckless , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @ohkai ) it says they are an aries . if they were in a movie , fuck up the friendship by leah kate would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . amanda . 20 . est . she/her . grlhorrors .

❛ ✶ ( zethphan smith gneist , cis man , he/him ) — did you see zachariah vodden walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the nineteen year old sophomore . from what i know , they are studying media arts production and are a part of delta psi beta . they come across as + gregarious but also - flippant , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @zachthagod ) it says they are a gemini . if they were in a movie , smartest man by homeschool would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . court . 25 . est. she/her .

SIGMA EPSILON CHI :

❛ ✶ ( _delizzle , cis female , she/her) — did you see layla witney walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty four year oldjunior . from what i know , they are studying business administration ( minoring in spa management ) and are a part of sigma epsilon chi . they come across as + esthetic but also - cosmopolitan , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @pinkwitney ) it says they are a virgo . if they were in a movie , break up with your girlfriend , i’m bored by ariana grande would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . han . twenty one . est . she/her . lovties . 

❛ ✶ ( scarlett leithold , cis woman , she/her ) — did you see halston vanderbilt walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty one year old junior . from what i know , they are studying fashion design and are a part of sigma epsilon chi . they come across as gregarious but also capricious , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @halston ) it says they are a scorpio . if they were in a movie , valley of the doll by marina and the diamonds would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . ley . 19 . est . she/her . achingblvsh .

OMEGA ALPHA PI :

❛ ✶ ( cierra ramirez , cis woman , she/her ) — did you see athena morillo walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-two year old senior . from what i know , they are studying mathematics and are a part of omega alpha pi . they come across as + outgoing but also - absent-minded , which makes sense because on their instagram ( thee.namorilla ) it says they are a gemini . if they were in a movie , girl anachronism by the dresden dolls would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . alys . twenty-three . est . she/her . bravadofm . 

❛ ✶ ( cindy kimberly , cis woman , she/her ) — did you see bianca rhodes walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-two year old junior . from what i know , they are studying art history and are a part of omega alpha pi . they come across as + loyal but also - blunt , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @bianca ) it says they are a scorpio . if they were in a movie , that girl by all time low would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . eb . 22 . aest . she/her . amorousrps .

❛ ✶ ( hillary trinh , cis woman , she/her ) — did you see grace nguyenwalking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-one year old junior . from what i know , they are studying creative writing and are a part of omega alpha pi . they come across as + quick-witted but also - unmotivated , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @fulllofgrace ) it says they are a sagittarius . if they were in a movie , remember my name by mistkiwould play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . liz . 23 . est . she/they .

❛ ✶ ( kennedy walsh , cisfemale , she/her ) — did you see kristin vaughn walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty year old junior . from what i know , they are studying chemical engineering ( computer science minor ) and are a part of omega alpha pi . they come across as clever but also  closed off , which makes sense because on their instagram ( comevaughn ) it says they are a scorpio . if they were in a movie , heat waves by glass animals would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . alyssa . twenty-two . est . she/her . alvssawrites . 

KAPPA THETA :

❛ ✶ ( jennie kim , cis woman , she / her ) — did you see eloise choi walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-two year old senior. from what i know , they are studying political sciences and are a part of kappa theta . they come across as + gentle but also - opinionated, which makes sense because on their instagram ( @notyourkoreangirl) it says they are a gemini . if they were in a movie , b.s. by jhené aiko and h.e.r would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . vivi . 23 . gmt -3 . she / her . @amouresque . 

❛ ✶ ( maia cotton , cis woman , she/her ) — did you see eileen wolfe walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-one year old junior . from what i know , they are studying philosophy and are a part of kappa theta . they come across as + magnetic but also - aloof , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @eileen.morgan ) it says they are a scorpio . if they were in a movie , liability by lorde would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . court . 25 . est. she/her . ❛ ✶ ( nailea devora , cis woman , she/her ) — did you see natasha leon walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty year old sophomore . from what i know , they are studying film production and are a part of kappa theta . they come across as + allocentric but also - erratic , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @tashie ) it says they are a gemini . if they were in a movie , late night feelings by mark ronson would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . jamie . 23 . est. she/they . stargczing .

❛ ✶ ( perrie edwards , cis female , she / her ) — did you see aspen davis walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty two year old junior . from what i know , they are studying psych and are a part of kappa theta . they come across as + tender but also - indulgent , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @aspen_ ) it says they are a libra . if they were in a movie , young, dumb & broke by khalid would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . skye . 25 . est . she/her . svgarlands .

[german-killua]

Legends of Tomorrow  S03 EP1

Oh Boy.

Ohhh boy.

When the shows took a break, so did I. And life was good. Now arrow that was stomping on my balls, a new job, money pouring in…Aside from the Looming Threat of nuclear annihilation, life was good.

Till I made a mistake today. I decided to see how Legends of Tomorrow was doing, loading up the first episode and ready to watch the Season 3 Premiere of one of my favorite shows of the last year.

To say I was disappointed would be an Understatement. A tremendous one in fact.

I am not shy to say that this Premiere was probably one of the worst, if not THE worst episode I have seen of Legends so far. And keep in mind: We had some really bad ones.

When we last left our Team, time was kinda…shakey? Well, I don’t really know how to describe a Los Angels in the year 2017 that was loaded with time-displaced people, buildings, objects and well...Dinosaurs. And I gotta say, that was a fitting cliffhanger for the show. After all, Legends never shied away from being a bit more whacky, a bit more on the fun side than other shows.

What I saw in the first 5 minutes of the premiere of season 3 however, put me on a downward spiral of horrible writing. And that spiral did not stop for the next 35 minutes.

First of all? Rip Hunter is an absolute Asshole now. Apparently, he spends 5 years creating the “Time Bureau” an organization tasked with apprehending and fixing so-called “anachronisms” which is basically a fancy word for time anomalies. How these anomalies are caused are anyone’s guess since the Show does not deliver an explanation beyond: “Interacting with your past self’s screwed shit up” How that leads to Dinosaurs and Julius Cesar roaming through the year 2017 is anyone’s guess though.

For some Reason Rip Hunter has decided that the legends are no longer needed.Which is kinda weird because I can see a lot of uses for Superheroes in an Organisation that..you know..PROTECTS TIME ITSELF!

What comes next is almost unbearable and marks the most idiotic thing I have seen on Television since Felicity Smoak hacked a VHS Tape. (And I am still not over that.)

We see what the Legends are doing after..well being kicked out.

And the suffering begins with Sara Lance Sara works a mind-numbing job at a Bed Bath & Beyond knockoff. Now I did not watch arrow for almost 2 seasons, but I am under the impression that Sara Lance can get a better job than that.

Something that becomes even more baffling since she apparently uses her real name, a fact that is mentioned by her boss who flat-out states that she came back from the dead two times by now. And that she is lucky to be employed here.

Now maybe its just me but I thought that somebody who literally worked for the League of Assassins would have some false identities to, You know…

ASSASSINATE PEOPLE.

And while the show tries to tell us that Sara is just too cool for this job by letting her throw a Knife through the store, it does not make me laugh but rather makes me question this whole set up.

A Person like her should have no problem finding any job under any identity. She was trained to blend into virtually any crowd. And even if that does not work?

Let her works as an Instructor in a GYM! She is an Athlete, a fighter by Nature! Putting her in this ed Bath & Beyond knockoff l, makes no sense because it's completely out of Character for her to be here. Especially as Sara Lance.

Seriously?! Why her real name?

Even worse, however, is Ray Palmer..who basically works for Tindr.

Well, not Tindr. An App that is a rip-off of Tindr. Something they even mention because..funny?

What screws me up even more, however, is that Ray Palmer is literally telling his Boss that he can shrink organic and inorganic matter..To which is Boss responds that “if it's not on a phone, it's not the future”.

So in Hindsight: A guy who was hailed as one of the most brilliant minds on the planet invented a revolutionary device that will forever change the world…And a Company in Silicon Valley just looks at it and goes: “Yeah but it’s not on a phone dude.”

There is making a dumb joke. 

And then there is insulting my god damn Intelligence.

And the rest of the legends? Our Beloved Sgt.Steel has become a superhero, yet he picked Star City for his heroic exploits. Kinda weird considering that the city is virtually crawling with speedsters, but hey who am I to complain?

Jefferson went back to School and Dr. Stein went back to his family.

Which leaves me with Rory and Amaya. The latter has left the team off-screen, broke up with Nate off-screen and returned to her timeline, you guessed it, off-screen.

The former remains my saving Grace in this episode and starts off right here. What is Rory doing?

Drinking and chilling on Aruba.

That’s it.

A single Scene and I am already back on the Heatwave train.

Well until he encounters a new Anomaly: Julius Ceaser, literally riding in on his Horse.

Apparently, the Time bureau did not notice of the most important figures of History just leaving his own timeline behind, so the Legends try to warn them.

By entering the obvious, completely open Office Building. Secret Organisation my ass.

And of course..they are met with hostility and literally have guns pointed at their heads. Yeah. I was just as surprised. Way to treat the literal foundation for this whole organization, the people who saved time not once but twice by now.And that was assembled by Rip Hunter himself.

At which point I also have to note that the defeat of Eobard Thawne who literally reshaped Reality to his bidding is treated like a Mistake.In fact, the Bureau flat out calls it a bad job. Because I guess saving the world is not only not a big deal anymore but actively idiotic.

Way to go guys…Way to go…

What happens next is the Time Bureau being idiots.The Legends being Idiots.And well..everybody being idiots.

The Bureau flat out captures a Ceaser Cosplayer and thus believes the legends are lying, who have indisputable proof…but prefer to not show it and just steal the Waverider.

Why? How?

I don’t know.

After that, we see the teams new approach: Being like a scalpel instead of a Chainsaw.

And after proclaiming that its, of course, Sara who beats the everlasting shit out of Julius Ceaser in the middle of a group of Spring Break students.

Precision at its finest Miss Lance.

But Sara seems to have tremendous problems with heir own decisions anyway. After all, it's her who decides to bring Ceaser to the Bureau…after literally having decided against just that not 10 minutes earlier, leading to the legends stealing the Ship in the first place.

But of course, she changes her opinion again. 2 Minutes later.

And everything goes well. Except the fact that Julius Ceaser is able to steal a Book called “The Rise of the Roman Empire” from Nate.

Who literally holds it in his hands and does not notice until back in the Waverider.

Ceaser stole a book from somebody who literally held it in his hands...

Words fail me,

Of course, Time is fucked sideways now so it's up to the Bureau to fix it.

Letting them walk right into a trap set by Julius and his legion.

How a mindwiped Ceaser knew that a time-traveling Bureau was coming is anyone’s guess hough-.It should also be noted that ancient Romans speak fluent English, something the show tries to explain with some sort of time anomaly effect..Bust just as conveniently forgets about later to make a stupid latin joke.

To make a long and very stupid story short: The Legends jump back into action, kill some soldiers and get the book back which somehow fixes everything. How? Why? Who cares at this point?

All questions I can not answer.

Just like the question why Rip Hunter lets the Legends go back into action after literally berating them in every single scene he is in. Hell, they flat out tell them that they will continue with or without his blessing, a claim I have to question since he could just mindwipe them and send them back to their boring, stupid lives.

But then again: Logic went out of the window in the first 5 minutes.

All in all, this was just horrible and I seriously question who came up with this nonsense. The new Status Quo makes no sense since it goes completely against anything we have learned about Rip in the Last 2 Years.

Sara especially comes off as stupid and unlikeable and every attempt to be funny is just nauseating and forced.

I hope that Legends can go back to old forms real quick..because if this episode is any indication of what to come?

Oh, my…

Edit:

If you’re looking for logic Legends is not the show for you it’s literally supposed to be bizarre and illogical. Thats what I think makes it great

Guys, I appreciate your answers...But “illogical” is not the same as “unrealistic”.

Unrealistic is saying “A Man comes from the Planet Krypton and can fly”

Illogical is saying that i can fly because its monday.

Illogical is saying that Superman has heat vision because Batman took a bath.

Its illogical for Sara to work under her real identity because she literally has no reason to do that.

Its illogical that a tech company does not see the value IN A DEVICE THAT CAN SHRINK ANYTHING.

Tremendous difference.

[aphroditelion]

Vicar In A Tutu – Priests live in The Workman’s Club, Dublin – Sunday 15th October 2017

When I was a kid I recall my grandmother bringing me to the All-Priests Show in the local parish hall. It was the kind of thing Father Ted parodied so well: a cabaret show for pious pensioners with a fully clerical cast. Looking back it could be seen as harmless anachronism but for the fact that one of the stars was a fucker called Tony Walsh. As well as being an Elvis impersonator he was also a rampant child abuser. In 2010 he was sentenced to 123 years in prison for his crimes. I could go on but you get my point. Just don’t forget this was the Ireland we grew up in and to this day the church still clings to power in our education system.

Anyway I manged to get The Workman’s Club just as local support act Alien She were getting going. As power trio named after a Bikini Kill song there was always going to be a lot of noise and energy, but they didn’t seek to ape Bikini Kill stylistically and instead mixed their influences holistically. This mix even went as far as their attire with guitarist Katie going for the Goo T-shirt and hair over face while bassist Aoife went for glitter, leopard print heels and an outfit I don’t have the necessary sartorial vocabulary to describe (I’m not leaving Darragh out, I just couldn’t see what he was wearing behind the drums). It was enjoyable stuff but I didn’t hear any songs in the racket. However a quick listen to some tracks from their forthcoming album Feeler suggests they do have them.

I wasn’t sure what to expect from Priests having only started listening to them when their debut album proper Nothing Feels Natural was released earlier this year. These are usually the best kind of gigs and so it proved to be. From the opening note to the final crescendo they killed it. How about starting your debut gig in Ireland with a brand new work-in-progress song? Great! Follow that up with the raging Appropriate from Nothing Feels Natural, a song that has a pseudo false-ending midway through and builds back up to a show stopping crescendo? Even better. While guitarist GL Jaguar pulled great shapes on the guitar it was hard to take your eyes off frontwoman Katie Alice Greer for second: a hyperactive ball of energy in a blonde wig and tutu. The way she went effortlessly from a whisper to a scream reminded me a lot of Kathleen Hanna or Kat Bjelland but at the same doing completely her own thing.

Their third song was album opener JJ which had a bit of a rockabilly feel with Katie’s voice again soaring. Making plenty of jokes about the gig being a safe space they treated us to another new work-in-progress song with a great lead guitar riff. They dipped into their EP back catalogue for the new-wavey Doctor with the great refrain “You put your fingers in other people's mouths all day, don't you, doctor?” They followed this with the fine and funky Suck on which bass player Taylor really got to show his chops.

No Big Bang featured drummer Daniele reading a story over the driving music. Pink White House decries modern American while And Breeding sounds and reads like a runaway train of thoughts. The recorded version ends with the line “Barack Obama killed something in me and I’m gonna get him for it” however Katie told us she now changes the line refrain to Fuck Donald Trump much to the chagrin on the occasional fan.

Getting towards the end now we had the awesome Puff which manages to mix lyrics about Burger King and Benjamin Netanyahu. The penultimate song Personal Planes dates back to 2012 and was on their first 7” released on their Sister Polygon label in 2012. A short sharp shock. They finished with the album title track, which had a sinewy bass groove and thumping drums, over which Katie and GL did their respective things spectacularly. There was no encore. None was needed. They left it all on the stage. .

[anoldwound]

Transatlanticism - Rothstein/Luciano [Boardwalk Empire]

Title: Transatlanticism Characters/Pairings: Rothstein/Luciano, Meyer Lansky Rating: R Word Count: ~3000 Warnings: Strong sexual content, language. Summary: It had been a month since A.R. had set voyage for Scotland – well, four weeks and two days if you wanted to get all technical about it – and Charlie was being driven out of his skull by his... needs. Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, and, more importantly, neither do the actual people, who are not the subjects of this fic, the characters are. Just... just to make that clear. A/N: I probably shouldn't be posting this, but here it is anyway. Deepest apologies for any anachronisms. And also for writing it in the first place. Charlie “Lucky” Luciano had thrown away about a dozen or so pieces of paper in the past twenty minutes. He'd gone through three fountain pens, six stamps and envelopes, and around fifty or so more papers in the past hour. Nothing he was writing was – well, coming out right. Coming out correctly, he thought to himself, and ran his hand through his hair, leaning back in his seat. A.R. made writing letters look so easy; he'd figured it couldn't be too hard to just ask simple questions, like “How's Scotland?”, and “Weather treating you nice?”, and “When are you coming back so we can fuck like jackrabbits again?” It had been a month since A.R. had set voyage for Scotland – well, four weeks and two days if you wanted to get all technical about it – and Charlie was being driven out of his skull by his... needs. Needs that, for the past couple of years, had been filled by one Arnold Rothstein, his mentor and employer. And also, briefly, by a certain burlesque dancer whose name need not be mentioned. Anyway, it had been a whole month, and he had tried and tried again with other broads, but it still just would not work, and it was... frustrating. To say the least. Charlie leaned forward again, his pen scratching the surface of the parchment. A.R. – Greetings from NY. The weather is terrible. I'm sure it is where you are too. I saw in the paper the other day that Glasgow is having one of its worst winters yet. Hope you brought a lot of coats with you. “Hope you brought a lot of coats with you”? What the fuck? This was one of the stupidest letters he'd written yet. He crumpled it up and started over. A.R. – Greetings from NY. I saw something in the paper about Scotland and wondered how you was. No. That sounded too queer. He crossed that out and wrote instead: I saw something in the paper about Scotland and figured I ought to check in. Yeah, much better. He continued – How are you and Carolyn? I'm doing alright. It keeps snowing. It reminds me of that one time last year when we got snowed in and had to come up with other things to do. Charlie smirked at the memory. It was three in the morning, everyone had left, and there was absolutely no way out of the house. It was one of the worst blizzards in years, and the snow pounded against the windows as A.R. lit the fireplace and the two of them fucked right on the carpet. They both had rug burns for a week. Anyways, not much else is going on. Looks like you're not gonna be indited, so everything is going well I guess. Me and Meyer was wondering when you'd be heading back. Unless you're too busy golfing. He crossed out the last sentence. I hope you're enjoying your trip. Charlie paused, gripping the pen tight between his fingers. He bit his lip and hastily scrawled – I miss you. It's boring as hell without you here. I mean, Meyer's my best pal and all, but it's just not the same, you know? For a lot of reasons, some of which you can guess. I visited your house a few times to take care of some business and it was strange not seeing you in the billiards room, bent over the table, gripping your cue stick, shooting the balls clean into the holes. And if you're wondering, still no luck with the broads. He threw his pen down, his heart thumping in his chest. There was no way he could send this, it was too – too – Oh, fucking forget it, you pussy fuck. He kept writing. So as you can see, we are all anxious for you to come back home. Myself especially. Write back if you can. -Charlie Charlie took a deep breath, then quickly – before he lost his nerve – folded the letter, stuck it in the envelope, sealed it, licked the stamp and slapped it on, ran out the door, down the street to the post office, threw the letter into the slot – And immediately wanted to shoot himself in the face. Would you relax?, he told himself, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he scurried back home, his breath misty and snow melting in his shoes. It's not like you got a reason to be shy. Like some idiot schoolgirl who likes her teacher or somethin'. Ain't like he doesn't know, or like we never fucked or anything. You're being stupid. Have a drink and calm down. He shut the door behind him and rubbed his hands together, then loosened his tie and walked towards the bar, where he poured himself a fifth of whiskey. What was done was done. Now he just had to wait. * * * “Charlie, you absolutely, you must see The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari,” Meyer was saying three weeks later as the two of them rounded the corner. “Eh, I dunno. I'm not much of one for those foreign language flicks,” said Charlie, shaking some snow off of the bottom of his coat as they reached his house. “Neither am I, but I finally saw it at the recommendation of a friend. You know the theater down on Lexington? They're showing it all this week and – Charlie?” Charlie didn't respond. There was an envelope at the door. Its return address was from Scotland. “Is that a letter from A.R.?” Meyer asked as Charlie grabbed it. “Yeah...” he said, staring at his name written neatly on the right-hand side. “Listen, I'll catch up with you later, alright?” “Okay. But don't forget, we got that meeting tomorrow with those fellas.” “Sure, sure,” Charlie said absently, vaguely waving goodbye, not looking up. He felt the envelope between his fingers. Smooth and rough at the same time, somehow. After getting safely nestled inside, and after sitting in his favorite armchair – the velvet one, with the gold edges – he carefully opened the envelope with his letter slicer. Dear Charlie, It's very pleasant to hear from you. I must confess, it's quite lonely here; much lonelier than I had anticipated. You won't be surprised to hear that our weather is just as awful as yours has been. How serendipitous that we are both at the receiving end of snowstorms. I'm not entirely sure when Carolyn (who is well, by the way) and myself  will be returning home, but hopefully it will be before the beginning of February. I very much miss the streets, sounds, and smells of New York. And you, as well. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, I can say that we have shared similar thoughts regarding certain blizzards and certain hot evenings spent in the billiards room. While I am sorry that there is no special young lady in your life, perhaps, for the present, you can soothe yourself with the knowledge that as soon as I arrive home, and at your earliest convenience, we will meet, and I will ravage you mercilessly. My bedroom, your bedroom, bent over the poker table, wherever and however you want. Maybe this will bring you pleasure when you are alone in your room and in need of something to stimulate your imagination. I look forward to seeing you again, Charlie. Give my best to Lansky and the rest. Yours, Arnold Rothstein P.S. It's “Meyer and I were wondering”, not “Me and Meyer was wondering”. Of course he had to ruin the mood with a grammar correction, but Charlie smiled lecherously to himself anyway. A.R. – I'm glad to hear you're doing okay. Meyer sends his regards too. (So what if he hadn't even said anything to Meyer yet?) Thanks for the grammar correction. Now, about your proposal vis a vee your return to NY, I definitely hope its soon cause I'm not sure how long that scenario will hold me out.  But I can probably think of some other ones. Like Oh, shit. Now he had to actually think of something. Like Charlie blinked at the blank piece of paper. Shit. How the hell was it that he could walk around thinking about sex for 75% of his day, and now was the time that he would get that – that – whadda they call it – writer's block? Like Maybe he could start off with a previous encounter. Like that time we had a car full of people waiting outside for us, but while they was waiting and waiting, we sucked each other off in the poker room and everyone was getting impatient but that made it better somehow and I accidentally got come all over the Charlie shook his head and crossed it out. Not sexy enough. He held the pen between his lips and thought. When you get back, I want you in the billiards room, with people waiting outside, and I wanna be fucked hard by you, so hard I'll be limping for the rest of the day and I'll feel all raw and filled. And then I'll suck your cock, slow, just how you like it. He was getting a little hard just thinking about it,  and he didn't want to waste it, so he quickly finished with – Let me know when you are getting back for sure. -Charlie * * * It was March, and there was still no sign of A.R. – no more letters, no more nothing. Charlie couldn't help but be disappointed. Whenever he saw a letter in his mailbox his heart would leap, only to quickly become deflated when it was just another electric bill. “What did A.R. say in that letter he sent you ages ago?” Meyer was asking. The two of them were waiting for the car to come around to drop them off somewhere. “Nothin', really. Just that Scotland is alright and he didn't know when he was coming back.” “Christ, it's been, what? Four months now?” “Eighteen weeks, four days, and twelve hours.” Meyer stared at him. Charlie cleared his throat. “So, uh, where was it we're goin', again?” “I got a telegram from A.R.'s lawyer,” Meyer said as the car pulled up in front of them. “Some papers we gotta sign? I dunno, but we're going to the house now.” “Why the house?” Charlie asked. He opened the door and let Meyer climb in first. “Why not the lawyer's office?” “I dunno. I just do what they tell me,” he said, shrugging. Charlie held back a sigh as the car lurched forward onto the cobblestone street. He smoothed out his trousers and tapped his foot, staring out the window at the passing buildings and fashionable young couples. Before long, they had arrived, the doorman taking their coats and leading them up the familiar marble staircase. They were about to pass the billiards room when the doorman suddenly stopped. “Here we are, gentlemen,” he said. “Thanks,” said Charlie gruffly, wondering why the lawyer was meeting them in this room, when he stopped dead in his tracks. A.R. was back. He was chalking the tip of his cue stick, while his lawyer poured himself a drink from the bar. At first he didn't seem to notice them standing there, but their eyes met and A.R. smiled. “Boys!” he exclaimed, his smile turning into a wide grin. “A.R.,” Charlie said, and felt a smirk overtake his face. “Nice to see you again, boss!” Meyer walked up to him and shook his hand. “Why didn't you tell us you got back?” “Oh, I thought I'd surprise the two of you,” he said, not looking away from Charlie. “Everything been okay in my absence?” “Yeah,” said Charlie, unable to keep a bit of sarcasm from creeping into his voice. “It's been terrific.” “Me and Charlie have been making some headway into the liquor business,” Meyer added. “Have you now?” A.R.'s gaze was still locked on Charlie, who squirmed a little at the scrutiny. “Striking out on your own, are you? Good job, boys.” “What – uh, what was it you wanted us to sign?” He broke eye contact with A.R. and looked over at the lawyer, who was leaning casually by the window. “Oh, I was actually mistaken about that. Sorry for the confusion.” The lawyer glanced over at A.R. and swung down the rest of his drink. “Well, I'm off. Important clients and all. Nice catching up with you, Arnold.” “Same.” The door closed slightly in the lawyer's wake, and A.R. strode to the other side of the billiards table, getting ready for a shot. Charlie couldn't resist sneaking a quick peek at A.R.'s ass. “How was Glasgow?” Meyer asked. “It was fine, just fine.” He lightly tapped the ball and a nine ball fell gently into the adjacent hole. “Horrible weather, just like you both warned me. No golfing whatsoever.” “Sorry to hear that,” Charlie said. “Why'd you stay so long, then?” His fingers were curled into a slight fist. “Carolyn was enjoying herself,” he said, walking over to the opposite side. “And I had some business to attend to there, so it wasn't a complete waste of my time.” “Still, though... eighteen weeks...” Charlie felt Meyer give him an odd look. A.R. looked up at him and smiled. “Eighteen weeks, was it? Certainly felt like a lot longer.” He reared back his arm and sunk four balls. “Nice one,” said Meyer. “Meyer...” A.R. stood up and turned to face him. “Could you give us a few minutes?” “Sure, boss.” Meyer glanced at Charlie before leaving, the door clicking shut behind him. The two of them stared at each other in silence for several moments, before A.R. asked, “How have you been, Charlie?” “Is there a reason you never wrote me back or what?” Charlie said before he could stop himself. This seemed to give him pause. “I didn't see any reason to. All that there was to be said... had been said.” Charlie snorted and leaned against the doorframe. “Charlie.” “What?” “Lock the door.” The air seemed to become heavy around them, and he felt his back straighten. “Come again?” “Lock. The. Door.” He felt everything shift, and an intense tingling of anticipation was prickling across his skin as he turned the key. A.R. placed the cue stick carefully back on the rack. “You said, Charlie, in your letter, you wanted me to – what was it – 'fuck you so hard you'd be limping the rest of the day'?” He undid his bow tie. “A vulgar way to put it, to be sure. But the message was loud – ” he unbuttoned his vest “ – and clear.” Charlie was practically bursting with want as A.R. began taking off his collar. He couldn't move from where he was standing. “I know we have our unspoken rules, Charlie,” he said, walking over to him. “I hope you don't mind if I break a few of them.” Before Charlie knew what was happening, A.R. was pressed against him – kissing him – he had never – it wasn't part of – but Charlie soon forgot all of this as their tongues intertwined, A.R.'s hands stroking his neck, his trousers tight and he could feel A.R.'s hardness too, breathing and sweating and he had never kissed another guy before, it was bizarre, but hell, they had done everything else and holy shit it felt so good, so good, and A.R. was unbuckling both of their belts and shoving him against the billiards table, his mouth practically swallowing Charlie's whole. Charlie gasped for air as his pants were yanked down, and A.R. grabbed his cock, whispering in his ear, “How badly did you want this while I was gone?”, his breath hot, making Charlie shiver. “You know how bad I wanted it,” he murmured, and that seemed to turn A.R. on even more as he yanked on his hair and kissed him again. Charlie gripped onto A.R.'s back as they ground against each other, until finally A.R. turned him around and slammed him against the table. Charlie groaned as his trousers were pulled down unceremoniously around his ankles. He felt A.R.'s lips against his neck as his cock twitched and his undergarments pulled down as well. Every inch of him felt the need so badly, so badly, and he almost let out a shout as A.R.'s finger entered him. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “Hello? Are you guys still in there?” he heard Meyer's voice say from outside. “Son of a bitch,” said Charlie. “Yes, we're still in here, Meyer,” A.R. called. “I swear to God, if he tries to get in here – ” “Calm down,” A.R. whispered, stroking his back. “It's just... I have places to be...” Meyer was saying. “Just GO!” Charlie yelled. “For Christ's sake!” “Charlie...” A.R. said. “I would, but how are you getting home?” “Just – don't worry 'bout it, okay? Just go!” “But – ” “JUST. GO.” “Okay, fine.” There was some muttering outside, but he could hear footsteps walking away, which made him sigh in relief. “Biggest cockblock in the world, that guy,” he said. A.R. chuckled. “He's gone. It's fine.” They continued as though they had not been interrupted, Charlie hard as a fucking rock (oh, it was so good, to feel this way again) as A.R. thrust against him, inside him, rapid movements and shaking and everything was just fucking perfect and fucking and fucking and fucking until A.R. came and Charlie came and it was all over. They both stood there for a little while, breathing heavily, cold sweat and Charlie's hands and muscles were shaking. They stared at each other, eyes heavy with lust. “You don't need to put your mouth on me,” A.R. finally said. “That was good enough for now.” He paused. “But I do expect you to, next time.” Charlie grinned. “Good to have you back, boss.” “It's good to be back, Charlie.”