#g ass cd books...

[theood]

It was a thing that went and passed but I do semi regularly think about modded iPods. I assume the scene is still big and you CAN get software that lets you run it like a regular mp3 player)not require apple music...

My want for an mp3 player again will never die!!! I want more excuses to buy CDs. I wanna make my own discs. I want to hold my 3ds again AUGHHHH

[passionesolja]

Just a heads up, I would be downloading every piece of media you can rn, NSFW, SFW because IF project 2025 gets enacted, everything’s being removed and censored. Music. Movies, books, everything. This shit isn’t a mf game like y’all better stop relying on Netflix, Hulu, Apple Music, etc. because those companies aren’t going to say “fuck you, new authoritarian overlords��� that shit will be gone. Save that shit. Stock up on DVDs and CDs. Do anything you can to get physical media right now.

I don’t think house searching and ratting out will begin immediately but it doesn’t have to. You know one bitch ass mf, square ass “the laws the law even if it’s unjust” mf who will tell the secret police about you owning a Lesbian/Gay comedy romance flick but fuck it we ball right?

If project 2025 gets enacted, I’m either fighting back in the revolution and going out like a mf G. Or I’m joining the criminal underworld as a smutty resonance novel salesmen/manufacturer

[a300lbman]

Six Decibels of Separation: The Big Lebowski Soundtrack

I can toe-tally understand the cult mentality of The Big Lebowski, a movie that can be both adored and completely overlooked by so many people. “You want a toe? I can get you a toe. Believe me. There are ways, dude. You don’t want to know about it.  Believe me. Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o’clock this afternoon.... with nail polish.”

Forget about the fucking toe. This movie is one of my favorites and I am slowly realizing that I have probably already written a fanboy piece about this movie. This is probably due to the fact that I drink when I watch this movie and I write when I drink. This is like a G-rated Burroughs scenario and I am down for a time. 

For the sake of argument, I would like to focus on the music in the movie. It is in this comfy space that I think we might all find some common ground. 

Lets start out with some Creedence Clearwater Revival, Lookin Out My Back Door, a classic song, but if you only have a minute and you want something to laugh at, the video above will check those boxes. 

Being a huge fan of Santana, I always enjoy the musical backdrop to the punch line of an amazing joke in the movie. If you haven’t seen it, the smashed out windshield and Jeff Bridges visual frustration aren’t nearly as comical, but this loop of the guys riding to Oye Como Va cracks me up every time!

Nobody fucks with tha jesus. You know this or you don’t, but if you’ve seen The Big Lebowski, you know that given his pedo backstory, tha jesus might not be someone you want to fuck with. In either case, I’d like the share an anecdote from my youth. To properly date myself, I had asked a friend to burn a CD for me and I asked that he put Hotel California on there for me. I ended up getting the cut by the Gypsy Kings and while I might have been pissed at first, I have come to love this version more than any other... 

https://youtu.be/61NJnUL7Fcs

Arguably the intro song would have been the poetic beginning, or even end, to this foray into Musical Lebowskianism, but do you see what happens? Do you see what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass? The Man in Me is not an appropriate answer to this question, but it does make sweet ear candy for the lazy malaise of the film. Bob Dylan was a chameleon and this song is but one example.  

It is important to respect the classics. While I won’t pretend to have known the song made famous by the Sons of the Pioneers, Tumbling Tumbleweeds has a soothing nature about it and I’m here for it. Add to it Sam Elliot’s baritone twang and you’ve got the setup for an epic movie indeed.  

Impossible it would be to talk about classics and not mention Requiem in D Minor, a song you’ve heard a thousand times and might not know the name. After you rewatch this movie, or based on this musical journey decide to watch for the first time, do yourself a favor and grab a book off the shelf, loop this song and shock yourself at how much better you read with this music in the background. Say what you want, but you’ll feel like a genius. For those looking only for a tune and a laugh, click to watch the scene below and enjoy The Dude’s ability to say ‘fuck it’ better than anyone (sorry I can’t post the video directly, evidently you can only post five video’s per post... probably should have learned that by now). 

The Big Lebowski (clip 10) "What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski?"

Well I hope you enjoyed your journey through the musical folly and forte of the soundtrack to the cult classic Coen Brothers film, The Big Lebowski. I would highly recommend it, whether it stands the test of time or not, but at the very least I hope you come to appreciate the soundtrack.

“Look, I had a rough night and I hate the fuckin Eagles, Man.” 

[zvdvdlvr]

fluff alphabet ( sodapop curtis )

-> navi. | -> outsiders masterlist

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your attention to detail. you know when somethings wrong, through that carefree façade, and you'll coax an explanation outta him.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your hands, bruh. He loves watching you light your cigarettes, loves watching you fuck up the Socs that talk shit about pony and other people close to you, loves watching you lace your fingers with his, loves watching you.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Sodapop Curtis likes to smother or be smothered. Will 100% lay on tip of you if you let him, and is 999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999% willing to have you lay on top of him. In all seriousness, Soda really don't give a fuck whatever y'all are doin as long as ur both together

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Soda will do just about anything with you, so you've got a variety of things you could both do. Personally, Soda really likes when you find some nice grassy field and you're all wrapped up in his jacket or whatever, and you're talking about whatever-the-fuck comes to mind

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Soda is one to wallow in their feelings before doing something impulsive, so you'd be given little to no warning whatever he's doing if he's upset (angry/sad)

Soda feeling cuddly and lovey is a different situation entirely. This guy is clingy and simping and jesus im overwhelmed thinking about the love he smothers you in 😣💞

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Personally, Soda wouldn't be too opposed to having kids, biological or not. He will definitely bust his ass to give his kid the opportunities he didn't/couldn't have, and would the kind of father a lot of people would want

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

With the minimal amount of money this man gets, there is no doubt in my mind he would try his very best to get you a CD or book you've been eyeing

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

ALWAYS, MEIN GOTT. Just hold his hand. He likes it and dgaf if someone says smth to him about it. Soda believes if you truly love someone than you wont be afraid to show that love (and Soda's love language is touch idgaf)

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Angry. Angry at whoever decided to fuck with the gang (everyone loves you, especially bc you're Johnny's second fave person ever)

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Like a lot of members in the gang, Soda leans to joking rather than pranking. You both have a lot of inside jokes, and he loves just randomly bringing up said inside joke to see your smile.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Mans puts effort into kissing you its pretty endearing. The way he pants into your mouth suring a makeout sesh is 😏😏😩😩😩😍😍😍😍🤭🤭🤭❤❤❤ and then he whines and pulls you closer than humanly possible with his hands on the back of your neck. i- 🥵🥵🥵❤❤🤭😍😏😍😍🤭😩🤭😩🤭😍💍💍😇😇😇💒💒💒🧎‍♀️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♂️🛐🛐🛐🛐

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

By affirmation and physical touch

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

First kiss together. No details.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Soda's worst fears: you/Darry/Pony walking out of his life with no warning and school

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

bros kinda a worrywort

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

he calls you: babe, baby, doll, pretty girl/boy, angel

you call him: pepsi cola, babe, Coca-Cola, baby, sweetheart,

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Smoking

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

-You Found Me by The Fray

-Freaks by Surf Cruise

-Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Will answer almost any question you ask him

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

A year maybe? All depends on your resolve

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Well absolutely bust ass to help him, and will absolutely annihilate anyone that says jack shit about him. He'll get real quiet and only ease up if you or his brothers are there to comfort him.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He's proud that he can call you his. He loves showing you off, even if you insist theres nothing to show off.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Is confident in your ability to fight if you are, but will always look out for you. Soda will definitely fight for you. no comment

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Pretty well, actually. He would observe you for a while before you started dating, and would definitely pick up subtle hints from your body language

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

By proposing to you with a ring pop and then if you said yes you would both go buy a ring

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

you, smoking, sleeping.

xXx

sodapop curtis taglist:

@orphan--obliterator

[demigodgooglesearches]

"too young to be a 90s kid but close" (aka 00s kid) aesthetic:

-nyan cat, llams with hats

-owls. everybody loves owls--

-minecraft before the jungle biome. minecraft hunger game servers.

-slap bracelets

-long sleves under tank tops...jean skirts with... leggings.... dc shoes... shell shoes...

those 60 seconds multiplication tables. the big blocks with 100 squares, but the strips of ten squares, the single squares? also shape wooden blocks. yellow hexagons, green triangles, blue diamonds, youd make pictures with them.

-morning circle. playing 7 up at school. FOUR CORNERS

-u knew the cookout was lit when they had huggies those juice barrel drinks that u bite the top foil

-sillybands

-nintendogs on your grey ds plus cooking mama

-remembering vaguely having to use a cd player as a kid, then an mp3, than an ipod-

-zebra. print. everything.

-japanese erasers

-duct tape purses

-the justin bieber sounds like a girl debate

-yo danny phantom hE wAS JUST 14

-shark boy and lava girl. sky high. stewart little. minutemen. halloweentown. the thirteenth year (mermaid). smart house. spy kids. twitches. princess protection program (bonus points if you watched it live and counted how many times they said princess). lemonade mouth.

-staying up late enough to see george lopez start to play

- "mom how do you spell cartoonnetwork whats the website"

- that weird fosters home for imaginary friends mmo

- fucking TOONTOWN

- "disney!! three six five!!!!!"

- microsoft paint created MASTERPIECES

- was... was kidpix a thing

-bill nye the science guy and liberty kids

-alvin and the chipmunks covers.

- school store! get me a pencil grip for a quarter.

-crimp your hair bitch... or straighten it. or clip in feathers. or strands of dye-

-bakugan and tech decks

-wheezers 'beverly hills' on the playground. we will rock you on the bus.

-camp rock. highschool musical. epic disney crossovers.

-if you didnt have a blog on blogspot.com you weren't shit (with the extension where you could feed the fish)

-lisa frank folders or those folders with close up of dogs and cat faces

-having to learn the fucking recorder. hot crossed buns... hOt croSssED BUNS,,,,

-did anyone play that weird wizard typing quest

-SMENCILS

-clUb PENGUIN. wizard 101. pirates of the carribean online. webkinz.

-everything is not what it seems when u can get all you wanted in ur wildest dreams

-popular snacks at snack time,,,: gritz, gogurt, fruit roll ups tongue tattoos, zebra cakes, cheese dip crackers, those cookie crackers where u took the red stick and spread it... gushers

-in the wee hours of the night you could hear... hear the chia pets taunting you

-orbeez. monster gummies. hotwheels beat that. fur real friends. pillow pets. littlest pet shop. yugioh. bop it. floam. tamagotchis.

-iDog

-HAVING THE KICKASS SCOOTER THENN KNOCKING UR FUCKING KNEES OFF WITH IT FUCK THAT SHIT

- "HERE I AM IN UR LIFE... HERE U ARE IN MINE... YEAH WE GOT THE SWEET LIFE... MOSTT OF THE TIME"

-underdog. undeRDOG. UNDERDOG!

-when you were playing on the ps2 and u fucking lost the fucking MEMORY CARD

-SPYRO

-playing gta the one where the guy wears the blue shirt (liberty city? ) with the sound off... memorizing cheat codes... square circle square-

-the fucking wii... making miis for literally everyone in ur class and sending the ones you didnt like to the parade

-slap slap slap... clap clap clap... SLAP SLAP SLAP.... CLAP CLAP CLAP (i.e 3... 2... 1... BLAST OFF from here to the stars,)

-when the teacher rolled out the elmo projector and those transparent plastic papers

-megan, MEGAN! (i.e i ran over oprah.....)

-the dell computers took over

-bruh message me on msn... then skype

-making a facebook page. liking all the fucking dumb facebook pages you could

-pokemon

-Z̵͖͂Ô̶̘Ö̴͔́. ̵͉͊Z̷̭̊O̷̻͒Ô̸̟ ̴̛̞Z̸̭̕Ȏ̸̗O̴͎̊ ̴̡͑. P̵̧̈Ȃ̷͖L̴̞̚S̶̰̐

-okay those weird ass beads u always got for Christmas that you had to iron to make shapes

-the fortune tellers... pick a color... blue? okay b-l-u-e. OK now pick a number... ok ur gonna marry lindsay lohan and have 80 kids

-WHAT YHR FUCK ARE THOSE GHOST THEMED CEREALS CALLED??? BOOBERRY??? AH SHIT

-team edward vs team jacob determined your survival

-thE yEar tHree THOusAnD

-black eyed peas

-fucking angry birds and flappy bird murdered everyone

-HEELYS OH DEAR GOD HEELYS I ALMOST FELL AND SLIPPED INTO ANOTHER DIMENSION

-that rabits game... let them go to the moon

-THE PS2 SOUND UP NOISE. THE DOOOOOOOSH

-every dvd had that coming soon bullshit

-stealing ur cousins gameboy

-Sugar. Spice. And everything nice.

-that fucking monkey at some of some fucking tv shows what the fuck was that fucking- hi im paul,,

-asdf videos! (desmond the moon bear.. i like trians)

-if you didnt flip ur shit everytime u saw a yellow car and yell BUMBLEBEE

-when the phone rings in school "THE PHONE... THE PHONE IS RI N G ING"

-"WAZZZZUUPPP!!" "WHAZZAAAAHHP!!"

-kidz bop. wholet the dogs out... who who? who?

-We all want to forget .... annoying orange and fred but god wont let us..

-MY SHINY Teeth and ME.

-that weird ass spongebob half time episode where theyre in the dome... or the spongebob episode with wormy... or the spongebob episode with the hooks (dont touch the hooks) or david hasslehof in the spongebob movie...

-invader zim

-FLAPJACK THAT FUCKING NIGHTMARE SHOW. And chowder. Coraline gave me NIGHTMARES fuck!

- I LIke to move it move it...

-POPTROPICA

-where the sidewalk ends from the school library... with goosebumps and diary of a whimpy kid.. BOOK FAIRS

-leapfrog

-THOSE GYM SCOOTERS. FOUR SQUARE. KICKBALL. THE PARACHUTE THING.

-no one knew how to use a fucking green screen

-🎶 we the peoplee... in order to form a more perfect union...🎶 conjunction junction whats ur function 🎶 puff the magic dragon 🎶

THERES A HUNDRED AND FOUR DAYS OF SUMMER VACATION-

the original teen titans

teach me how to dougie. soldier boy. the hoedown throwdown. the hannah montana movie 3d they were giving 3d glasses away literally in walmart

bILLY MAYS AND SHAMWOW

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #414

“mirror, mirror, tell me who you see  /  am i you or me?  /  i can never remember”

How many people have you kissed? Four. Ever kissed someone you weren’t dating at the time? No. Of the people you’ve kissed, how many do you regret kissing? Two. Ever been kissed by a legal adult when you were a minor (or vise-versa)? Yeah, with Jason, but it was only a two-year difference. Ever kissed someone on a dare/as part of a game? No. Where’s the most public place you’ve ever made out with someone? Nowhere public. I wouldn't do that. Can you snowboard? Never tried. Have you ever made a mixed cd for someone? No. Do you use recycle bins at your house? Yes. Do you own more than one bathing suit? No. Have you ever kissed someone who smokes weed? Jason did occasionally with his best friend, but he stopped for me. How are you right this second? I'm all right. Last night was pretty rough, so I'm just glad that's over. My body is just tired. Is there anything you disliked about your last birthday? Honestly, I barely remember what I did on my last birthday. I just remember it was fine. Oh wait, actually, on the way home from going out to eat, we had to call the cops while behind a car whose driver was obviously drunk or high OFF. HIS. ASS. He was swerving like crazy and almost hit SO many cars. I was having an absolute panic attack. I pray to God that guy was more than just found and fined. Do you keep a diary or journal (offline or online)? No, unless you count surveys, I guess. What were you like a year ago? I was the unhappily the same. Is someone on your mind right now? Fucking always. Having a warm dream about him last night didn't help. Who was the last person you sat next to? My mom. What do you currently hear right now? My screen is split so I can watch John Wolfe play some indie horror games. What’s something you need to go shopping for? I need to get new bras baaaadly because I'm tired of none fitting properly. What’s the last thing you ate? I had a donut 'cuz Mom stopped at Dunkin' for coffee. Do/did you do good in school? I did up to college. Then I just... sucked. Do you always get along with your siblings? I mean I don't see/talk to them every day or anything, not even very regularly even, but we generally get along fine now as adults. We disagree about shit for sure, but keep our mouths shut. Or probably talk to Mom about it while I'm not present. I don't even think they like me half of the time. Are you frustrated with anything? So much. Why did you fall for the last person romantically? There were/are a lot of factors. Just she as a person is phenomenal. What’s your younger sibling’s name? Nicole. Can you speak in a different language conversationally; if so, which language? A tiny bit of German. Do you ever fear of falling asleep? With my nightmares, I used to dread it. Now, thankfully, my APAP mask has prevented them from happening, mostly; I've only had two in the month that I've had it, and I ordinarily had them every single night. Do you have an idea of what kind of profession you’d like to have? I do, but I honestly doubt I'm going to succeed in even making it a part-time job by this damn point. Which beach would you say is your favorite? I don't have a favorite. I don't even like the beach very much. What kind of cookie is your favorite? Chocolate chip. Have you ever had a churro? Yes. Too crunchy and ridiculously sweet, not a fan. Truth be told, are you more into looks or personalities the most? A good personality beats good looks any day. How is/was your chemistry class in high school? I actually didn't take chemistry; my graduating year, physical science was offered as the alternative, which I took. How does alcohol affect you? I get hot, and my face flushes badly. It'll make me more talkative. Have you ever tried lemon brownies? No, and I don't want to. I don't like lemon-flavored stuff like that. What was the last type of meat you ate? Beef. Have you taken any medication today? I have prescriptions I take every day. Have you ever watched Parks and Recreation? I've seen some of it at Sara's house. What is your favourite kind of pasta? Just spaghetti with tomato sauce and meatballs, really. I've been on a major chicken pesto kick lately, though. Have you set an alarm today? No. Think of a random person, and give them a message here, no names: Literally just the chance to say "I'm sorry" would be fucking amazing. Just two fucking words. What if there were two of you? Would the world be in trouble? No. That'd be a waste of space, though. Not like I'm contributing much to society. Would you prefer an ice cream sundae or an ice cream cone? I dunno man, it depends on my mood and what I want in the moment. Do you watch movies with the subtitles on? No; I find it to be distracting. Is the last person you kissed yours? I hate this saying. She's her own person that belongs to nobody but herself. But to just go along with it and answer the question, no, we're not together. Do you think you will be married by the time you are 25? Welp, I'm halfway through 25, so. Do you have siblings over the age of 21? All of my siblings are. Do you have a hard time admitting you’re wrong? No. Especially as I've aged, I'd say I'm pretty quick to accept if I've fucked up. Who has the ability to hurt you the most emotionally? Jason will probably always have that power, even if he's not in my life. Would you ever be a stripper? God no, nobody wants to see that. What are your plans for tomorrow? Just get through the day, man. Do you owe anybody money? No. How would your parents describe you? Reserved, shy, a deep thinker, animal lover, uhhhh... What is the most you have ever weighed? Let's not. Would you ever work at McDonald's? No. I'm never working in food service. If you aren't already, would you go vegetarian or vegan? I want to be a vegetarian and being a vegan would be perfectly ideal for me, but I really don't think I can healthily accomplish either. I am FAR too picky to where I'd almost definitely become malnourished. To make it even worse I absolutely cannot "suck it up" if I don't like a food, so it's not like I could choke down stuff I don't like. Not to mention I'd be pretty sad without any yummy food to look forward to, aha. Coolest person you've ever met? Uhhhh I don't know. Do you wear boxers? No. Girls, how old were you when you first learned how to put in a tampon? I don't remember. Would you ever attend a gay pride parade or festival? I would absolutely love to. Did you see Paranormal Activity 2? I think I've seen all of the movies. I liked them, given paranormal horror films are probably my fave. What would you do if an old man grabbed your ass? Kick him in the fucking balls so goddamn fast and probably slap him across the face at the same time. Probably cry later from feeling violated and having my fear of men aggravated. Do you like moustaches? It depends on the person, but I'd say I generally prefer an attached beard and a mustache versus JUST a mustache. Could you hack into someone's computer if you tried hard enough? No. I have no idea how to do that. Have you ever smoked a cigar? No. Do you go out on Black Friday? Hell no. NOT worth fighting people for deals. Do you have curtains in your bedroom? No; I have those blinds that you can close upwards or downwards. Did you like the Spice Girls when you were little? Yeah, I did. Can you sing the entire Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song? I think I can. Do you get heartburn? I'm literally on an antacid prescription, or else I get insane heartburn every day. Are you scared of elevators? To a moderate degree, yes. I'm terrified of it getting stuck. Have you ever seen a dead body in person? Yes, at an open-casket wake. Have you ever seen The Goonies? I have. If you're white, do you ever wish you were black? Or vice versa? I'm fine being Caucasian, but ultimately don't care. Do you bake cookies all the time around Christmas? I don't bake. Do you like your hair pulled? Uhhh... I'm assuming you mean this in a suggestive context, in which case no. Never pull my hair, actually. What kind of jeans do you like? Ripped skinny jeans. What do you think is overrated? Who really cares. Let people enjoy what they enjoy. And what are your goals for the remainder of this year? Lose lots of weight, find a job, get back into old hobbies and develop new ones... Name a city that starts with A in your state/province etc. Asheboro. Name a landmark that starts with M in your state/province etc. I'm blanking right now. When was the last time you gave a horse a carrot? Been years. I think I've only done that once, and I can't even remember where it was. Have you ever had to shovel snow? No. How many seasons is your favorite TV show in so far? MM was just revived for its fifth season! :') Where would you most like to go in your state, etc. that you haven’t been? NC actually has this really old Wizard of Oz theme park! It's on the other end of the state, though, and NC is one wiiiiiide state. What was the last bird you saw? A robin, I think. What color was the last thing you drank? Green. Has a wild animal ever been loose in your house? Besides insects, no. Well wait, scratch that, once or twice we had a small mice problem when we lived in the woods. What’s the name of the bookstores in your city? The only one I know off the top of my head is Books-a-Million. Where do your parents live? I live with my mom, and Dad lives in the same city as us. Have you ever seen or touched an iceberg? No, but that would be cool. What colour are your father’s eyes? Brown. If your ex turned up on your doorstep now, with nowhere else to go, would you let him/her stay? Well one, this isn't my house, so I can't make that decision. My mom being who she is though, she'd let pretty much anyone stay the night. If it was Sara, Mom would let her stay as long as she needed. The last time you cried, was it connected with someone of the opposite sex? Ugh, yes. My PTSD was BAD last night. Delicious warm brownies or a giant cookie? I'll take the brownie. Have you visited a haunted building or area before? No, but damn I'd love to. Have you been to North Carolina? Ayyyyeeeee that's my home.

[hypmic-info]

HypMic 3rd Western Poll May 2020

Thank you for your participation! These are the final results for the 3rd HypMic unofficial Western fandom poll. After a month of work on this, we’ve got some estimates for general fandom opinions. Do you agree with the general opinions, or disagree? Let us know!

Please click the read more to view our results!

The sample size was limited to 1000 votes, giving a rough indication of the demographic of consumers outside of Japan as well as opinions. The word ‘Western’ has been used, but we have opened this poll to those who were able to read enough English to understand this poll. As such, it is considerably Euro/American-centric.  

This poll received the most activity through Twitter, given that the series is most active on that platform. The poll was also posted on Tumblr, Facebook and the HypMic wiki. Commentary has been given on sections of the poll.

Results will be posted on Twitter and Tumblr.

THE CONSUMPTION OF HYPMIC

This section is to be read as ‘What percentage of HypMic English fans have consumed x media?’ The drama tracks and songs have been split by album. Manga bonuses have not been included in the first two questions as at the time of this poll the 2nd Manga songs/dramas were being released so it would be unfair to add them to the poll.

BAT and DH order is written as such due to later stats in the poll where Doppo and Sasara were next to each other but their official colours were too similar so I used the order in Division All Stars songs rather than release order.

Pre-Season: Referring to the start of a battle season.

Battle Season: Referring to the battle/versus songs or dramatracks

1st Manga Bonus Songs: Songs that were included with the manga

DAS Songs: Division All Stars songs - songs that include the whole cast

Merch: Anything that is official HypMic merchandise or has content of HypMic. Plushies, nendoroids, magazines, stickers etc.

Shibuya Division: Fling Posse Drama Tracks and The Loneliness, Tears, and Hope of a Puppet are the most listened to drama tracks of their respective pre-season. Both belong to Fling Posse.

The debut drama tracks of Dotsuitare Honpo (Back Again, Partner) and Bad Ass Temple (The Heart’s Conviction Can’t Be Broken) were listened to less than the other debut drama tracks.

Yokohama Division: MAD TRIGGER CREW Drama Tracks and Chaser from the Past (Matenrou: Before the 2nd DRB) were the least listened to dramatracks of their respective phases of the pre-seasons.

The Champion album has the least listened to drama tracks (Testimony and Me Against the World).

In all cases, the songs have all been listened to more than the respective drama tracks for their album.

The 1st Manga Bonus songs have not been listened as much as the other songs.

This can be due to the fact that these songs cannot be accessed for free legally.

The most listened to songs are the Division All Stars songs with the full cast.

This can be due to the fact that these are the only songs that are available in their entirety on YouTube.

Fling Posse has the most listened to songs of both pre-seasons.

Buster Bros!!! has the least listened to songs of the 1st pre-season and Matenrou has the least listened to songs of the 2nd pre-season.

The Hypnosis Mic -Division Rap Battle- side D.H & B.A.T manga was released as the poll was being conducted, so was not included in this poll. 

-Before the Battle- The Dirty Dawg is the most read manga. -Division Rap Battle- side B.B & M.T.C is the least read manga.

By the numbers given for listening to the Spotify radio show, Hypnosis Radio, 80.4% of this sample size has listened to the radio - 19.6% have not listened to Hypnosis Radio.

Around half of the fandom has bought merch - this poll has included plushies, magazines etc. and all from official sources.

DEMOGRAPHICS

Due to the limitations of Google sheets, Africa does not show up on the chart for location as the voter percentage is too small.

The age ranges used are of a similar range to those of Japanese polls. [ARB’s recent survey and the age demographics of Comic ZERO-SUM, publisher of the FP/M manga]

93.5% of voters use translations regardless of Japanese comprehension.

The option for ‘I bought multiple CDs’ refers to both different CDs and multiple of the same CD during the battle season.

Of those who were around for the Battle Season, 15.66% of this group did purchase a battle CD. 

CHARACTER VOTING

For comparison, here are the rankings from the previous poll (January 2020), From Japan (October 2018) and the Yumejoshi poll (December 2019)

Names marked in GREEN show an increase in vote percentage. Names in RED show a decrease in vote percentage. Names in BLACK show that their popularity rank has not changed. Names in BLUE show the character has been added to the polls through voter suggestion.

The arrow besides the names show if their rankings went up▲ or down▼. No markings are set if the character’s position has not changed.

1.2% of votes had a minor character as one of their favourite characters (Ichijiku, Nemu and Yotsutsuji - No other minor characters were suggested).

These polls vary in selection method as our polls looked at the top 3 votes of each character.

From Japan’s method has been stated as a poll but we were unable to find the original. Rio and Jiro’s reason for being unranked is unknown.

The Yumejoshi poll was done by people suggesting their favourite characters for rankings, meaning that it was not entirely based upon HypMic. What is shown here are those who ranked. The ranking in their picking of a 100 is listed against them.

These three polls have varying demographics. From Japan’s spread seems to be more broad, while the Yumejoshi poll is specifically yumejoshi/female. Our polls were taken only for English speakers. In addition to this, there is some bias based on who the poll was spread through followers.

For example, the poll was created by a Gentaro stan and main supporters of this poll are Dotsuitare Honpo stans.

Doppo dominates the polls in both English-speaking and the Japanese fandom. 

Characters who received less than 1% of the votes are listed as other: Jiro (0.8%), Rio (0.9%), Rosho (0.2%), Rei (0.4%), Hitoya (0.5%)

Names marked in GREEN show an increase in their vote percentage. Names in RED show a decrease in vote percentage. Names in BLACK show that their popularity rank has not changed.

The arrow besides the names show if their rankings went up ▲ or down▼. No markings are set if the character’s position has not changed.

The only significant change in division rankings shows that Buster Bros!!! are now more popular than MAD TRIGGER CREW.

Dotsuitare Honpo is the lowest in both the favourite division rankings and perceived lyrical skill.

SONG VOTING

Songs marked in GREEN show an increase in vote percentage. Names in RED show a decrease in vote percentage. Names in BLACK show that their popularity rank has not changed. The arrow besides the names show if their rankings went up▲ or down▼. No markings are set if the character’s position has not changed.

Debut Songs: Songs that received less than 2% of the votes: New Star (0.3%), G Anthem Y-CITY (0.7%), Meikyuu Heki (1.6%), FACES (1.3%). These songs collectively had 3.9% of the vote.

Songs that received less than 2% of the votes: Sensenfukoku (1.1%), New Star (0.1%), G Anthem of Y-City (0.8%), Bayside Smoking Blues (1.0%), What’s My Name (0.6%), Scenario Liar (1.3%), 3$EVEN (1.9%), Meikyuu Heki (0.5%), Own Stage (1.2%), FACES (0.6%), One and Two, and Law (1.1%), School of IKB (1.2%), Uncrushable (1.4%), 2Die4 (1.0%), You Are Therefore I am (1.9%)

Songs marked in GREEN show an increase in vote percentage. Names in RED show a decrease in vote percentage. Names in BLUE show that this song has been added for the poll. 

The arrow besides the names show if their rankings went up ▲ or down ▼. No markings are set if the character’s position has not changed

BATTLE SEASON OPINIONS

BATTLE SEASON HOPES

For our final question, we asked “What are your hopes for this battle season? Any plot points, theories etc. that you want to mention.” This question was not required, but we received around 300 answers to this. We condensed the material into basic categories so you don’t have to sort through all 300.

Here are some choice points made about the plot:

What does Samatoki actually think Ichiro did to Nemu?

Could Saburo hack Ramuda?

How will Fling Posse react when they realise what Ramuda’s done to everyone else?

How do the other Ramuda clones interact with each other and everyone else

What if this is all Gentaro’s book?

What if Gentaro’s brother is the original Ramuda clone?

How are Chuo seen by other women?

Would Chuo rig the matches? Especially against Matenrou since their victory

What if they cloned someone else?

What if they reshuffled the divisions? Or added more divisions?

And here are a few funny comments before we go... just cause there were a few silly things added in that made us laugh. Yes, these are all as written.

Yo when is it gonna be confirmed that Ramuda has big top energy? 

A song named "ALTERCATION ALTERCATION ALTERCATION"

I hope Rei gets his shit checked.

I'm a fictional doctor's wh o re so I'm rly in this for MTR at the moment sjfjskfkd I hope we get to hear how much the seiyuus have improved too compared to the first season!! :D

Doppo and Hifumi's wedding. Dice finally got some money. Everyone go on a hunt for emus. The 6 divisions go fishing. Rio making proper and digestible food. No more drama protecc ramuda.

I just kinda want them to kiss ngl

CHUUOKU DOWN! JUSTICE FOR ALL!!

i jokingly headcanon that gentaro cant read but i kinda hope its true. also i want sasara and ramuda to interact i think itd be kinda epic

I want Ramuda reduced to scrap metal

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And that is it! After a month of work on this, we’ve got some estimates for general fandom opinions. Do you agree with the general opinions, or disagree? Let us know! 

Here are the links to the aforementioned polls from before:

2nd Western Fandom Poll: https://twitter.com/DevsPallas/status/1213842101605150721

From Japan: https://blog.fromjapan.co.jp/en/anime/hypnosis-mic-division-ranking-result.html

Yumejo: https://note.com/yumejo/n/nca7de3e94d91

Comic ZERO-SUM readership: https://www.comipress.com/article/2008/06/25/3603.html

[finding-the-daylight]

It’s been a long, stressful week. So, I’m going to drunk-watch Twilight (this is part 1, I’ll do a part 2 later). So far, I have drunk watched and reviewed Eclipse, Breaking Dawn Part 1, and Breaking Dawn Part 2. I will probably drunk-watch and review New Moon some time in the near future. My sober review of Twilight is that it is the best of all the movies (But New Moon though, I know, it’s a very close second for me). I love that it was meant to be like a cool, niche indie film and Catherine Hardwicke is the best. The baseball scene. The meadow scene. The bio scene. Iconic. Anyway, my drunken thoughts are below the cut as per usual:

- So I know it’s like .0 seconds into this ish, but I just realized when Bella’s tlakign about dying in the place of someone she loves @ the beginning, we see the deer and then in BD2, when the mountain lion tries to kill the deer, Bella kills the mountain lion. Feels like symbolism idk.

- Phil really is like 25 years old lmao. Does it ever say how old he is? He looks young af. 

- Forks seems super depressing. Like the scenery is cool, but like there’s no one there? Only 3,000 people? Boring af.

- everything is so green and blue and aesthetically pleasing, thank you catherine

- i just realized the picture above the shelf with cds is also of a deer. the deer is important.

- the friendship between charlie and billy is all i want in life

- the truck literally brought a smile to my face. and the whsikey. 

- the high shcool looks more like a fancy ass mansion and idk why no one else has ever called out this fake shit

- eric is so precious an we deserved more of hom

- bella playing volleybal is me lamo i’m so uncoordinated at throwing shit liek that hahaha

- i just keep thinking about how anna kendrick forgot she was in this movie. if i played a character as written in canon by smeyer, i’d probably choose to forget it too. 

- mike is so fcking creepy lmao he could’ve been written better but smey r said no

- if people don’t look @ me and my mans on my wedding day the wya they look @ rosalie and emmett int he cafeteria scenr then imma fuking fight

- do not disrecpt carlisle like that hoe he is a flawless mna and deserve your full respecgt

- what the fuck i hate this scnee now that ik now abotu banner fck smyer’s nast y ass

- also lmao @ rob’s face he was foin to fuckng mucj

- wy the fuc did bella wear a bowling shirt over al ong gray shirt?

- my arms feel heavy af right now lmaooooo

- the lady they had play renene lowkey looks like krisen they did a good job casting them

- oooooh hell yeah eyes on fire time bitch

- emmett is my fave pullign up on top the jeep and hopping out like it’s nothing

- this scene is actually pwowrful because bella’s wathcin g the cullens but her human friends try to get her attention so it’s liek she’s being torn between the two worlds. cahterine’s mind

- i duckinf love the aesthetic and scnery of this movie

- mike really said how you likin da rain girlllllll lmao

- when edward apologizes though lowkey that shit’ cute and i would’ve fotgiven him too

- this bitch lied. tlaking about i don’t like any cold thing. homie. you a damn lie.

- “i’m just trying to figure you out” mhy ex said th  same damn thing lmaoooo bitch i ain’t about to let you figre me out unless yo uput a ring on it-

- whne i say edward stopping the van was ome iconic shit i mena inconng

- awww hell ya the hot doc is almost here

the moment i’ve ukjng been waiting on

- i love carlisle i’m so fucking thirsty for this bitch even though i just downed som mufng whiskey

- literally carlisle could get it period.

- rosalie is 1000% a daddy’s girl like anytime someone gives her shit she runs to carlisle and he’s got her back. he only supported edward and bella becaus esme did and she’s a hopeless romatic and carlisle loves that about her. but if it wans;t for esme, edward would’ve gotten his as sent lmao.

- if you see acreepy dude int eh corne of your room what ar you gonna do?

- agaain with the shot of bella being town between the humans vand vamps chathetiner’s mind

- tbh i eel like i know what should’v happened in canon better than smeyr at this poijtn and it’s not canpn that the cullens would’ve gone on a field trip. they just wouldn’t have like it’s extra risk and it’s unnecsary.

- edwar’ds fae when jessica rna upt talking about mike lmaoooooooo

- not gonan lie i love thsit shirt bella’s wearing when they’ra tlaking about la push kind of wanti kt

- the dumbas s salsd

- i want an edward fanvid to  bad guy by bullie easihr lish

- love thatb ella encouageed angela to ask etic to prom. a feminsit quenenne

- why di d theyr rcarst the original embry and quil? 

- when taylor said old scar tsotry the midwest accent popped thef ick out

- i love jow bellas all serious baout this shit and jake doesnt give af he’s like bitch it aint real lmaoooo

- i stan laurent and i’m so angry about what smeer did to him

why do people just layo out in the sun like this lmaoooo

- awww i’m so happy fro angela i love her

- bella was ahrdore fucking femimnist and it should’ee been more cental to the plot fmeinist bella never would’ve tolerated half the shit she tolerated from jale and edwar.snmeyr has no consitnency

- why tf would opu statt wlaking down a dark alley @ night

- edward saves the day from thos ecuckgjn scumbags

- i just relaized they/re usposed to be in wahsingtob but they have fucmngn oregon plates on the car lmaooooo

- but if a dude whopeped his car lioke that idc what kinda car he drove even a volvo that shti sexy aaf

- he looks so fcking angry lmaooooo @ jess and angela

- yhis scene is cute but it also looks like this is where rob regretted his decision t op lay an emo edodei boi

- the older ig et the creeperi it gets to me that edward followed her like yeah it worked and he ended up resuing her but like still creep yas fuk

- carlisle in that coat at the staitons does a lot for me

- if i was chalrie iw ould’ve given her a hwoel ass taser

- someone tell me why bella tbought the book if she was just goign to golg.e it all

- edward weares the same thign evry damn day lmaooooo

- why werent the yf facgtin eah other when bella was tlaking this shit is too mcuh 

- i wouldn’t be afriad eitgher @ carlise

- it would be fun to run tlike that thou lnao m

- the spakrling skin thuing is funny af while durnki thogjh

- eddie bou is so damn emo and overramatic liek bitch yo uuahgt feelings too chill thf out 

- efawrd remind sme s omcuhg of chuck in gossip girl has anyone else thoguth this

- bella striahgtu p toldthis dumbass she was aafrianf onky of losing him and he left her in the next one

- the meadowa as fucking iconing as everrrrrrr

- i;m not gonna make it through this hwole  movie i’m tired watch out for part 2

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Oh god, oh fuck, what did you ask, why did you ask this, this is instantly growing out of hand- I legally have to put it behind a “read more”. Sorry, but this gets really long for no good reason. I’m so sorry, when it’s about music, I just lose it-

- Mike scoffed. “This ask was clearly asked by someone who doesn’t listen to music. Asking for a favorite songs as though there is ANYONE on this fucking world who would go “ah yes, I have ONE song for every event that I ALWAYS want to listen to, no matter my mood.” That is absolutely ridi-“ “FREDBEAR AND FRIENDS THEME SONG!” Jeremy instantly screamed, a big smile on his face. “It’s so cute! So happy! I love it so much!” I’ll be your friend, right to the end! Join the party! Don’t be afraid, we’ll find a way! Join the party! Follow the pack, we’ll have a blast! Join the party! I’m here for you, we’ll make it through! JOIN THE PARTY!

Irritated Mike glared at him. “Is that even a song? Technically speaking? It’s a fucking INTRO.” This disagreement was quickly dismissed by Jeremy. “No, it is a song that I love very much.” There was an annoyed sigh, but not much pushback. “… fine. I have a SHITTON of songs I like, but… I think my currently favorite song is… ULTRAnumb by Blue Stahli. I don’t know. It hits just right.” VIOLATED! SO DEGRADED! The show has just begun! (Three, two, one!) DOMINATED BY ALL YOU HATED! This will make you ULTRANUMB!

Phone Guy seemed a bit embarrassed. “U-uhm… I don’t, uh, listen to much music. I really like the stuff they put in the background of documentaries is actually pretty impressive stuff. I like that, but I can’t really… access that? I mean, I don’t know how to. But I like having something calming in the background.” So… soundtracks, huh? There are pretty good soundtracks, like “Winds over Neo Tokyo” from the movie Akira- “I think though as a SONG, I really like… a bit dumb probably, but “Feel Good Inc.” by Gorillaz? It’s probably pretty standard… but, uh. I like the light distortion. Makes it easy to sing along. And I kinda, uh- relate to the feeling of hopelessness in it…” Windmill, windmill for the land… Turn forever hand in hand! Take it all in on your stride, It is ticking, falling down Love forever, love has free, Let’s turn forever you and me! Windmill, windmill for the land Is everybody in…? “Uh- I know the song is probably about something completely else, but I just-“ Scratching the back of his neck, Phone Guy looked away. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Materializing out of thin air, Nemo proceeded to T-pose. “YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT MUSIC. YES. MY TIME HAS COME. I have the best taste from everyone here. I have the EDGY music.” Getting out his MP3-player, he began searching through the music library. “Ah, there we go. This one. “Arrested Youth” – The Kid I Used To Know. That the one!” Life is a voyage some people try to avoid it- I seek to try and destroy it, I swear I feel like a toilet bowl, Shitting on everything I’ve ever said or I’ve done You told me this should be fun! Thanks for the talk, are we done?! This is my masterpiece, a tragedy, I wrote it myself, It’s full of irony and blasphemy, it’s practically hell, But the perfect part about it is it’s all that I’ve got! I’m over wasting time in life trying to be something I’m not!

‘Cause fuck that shit! Yeah, I don’t want be that kid. No, I’m not going to hang my head, And be another accident!

So long to the kid that I used to know! So long to the place that I used to go! I’m not an R.I.P. I’m not another sick, sad tragedy! “The song is great, I absolutely relate to it.” The teen laughed. “Especially the tone of the singer. Really fits me. I could imagine writing songs like that myself!” A bit too excited, he began oversharing. “I always wanted to write songs. And I did! A lot, kept them in a little book.” His expression broke a bit. “… then I lost it. At home. Somehow.” He turned a bit bitter. “Yeah. Asked mom. She didn’t see it. Asked dad. Of course, he had NO idea. Anyways.” He threw his bitterness away with a shrug. “Now you know the reason why I’m actually not rich and famous yet. I lost like… 3 years of absolute riches to that setback and I feel stolen from. The world OWES me and castle and I WILL get it. But until then, I guess I listen to other artists like me!”

Dave was jumping up and down excited. “Oh, oh, Anon Sport, you don’t even KNOW how many I have! Like everything Sportsy whistles! And Rasputin- that one- oh, oh, no, in one car I stole there was a CD- and they had a group- Royal Republic? Funky songs, pal, lemme tell ya. Listen to it while rushing down the highway, it made it some of my favorites! The best is “Good to be Bad” though, no contest!” Oh lord come help me die! I can’t believe my eye! I’m not the same that I was when I got here! I´ve made a dirty mess, My lord I do confess, I know I’ve been bad, So bad! I’m not the only one! I’m not the bastard-son! The other kids made me do things that I don’t usually do… Misunderstood, I’m the plague of the neighborhood! And it feels so good! So good! “Seein’ Sporty making a flip in the running car while this was playin’ was somethin’ MAGICAL!”

Marion scoffed. Was he even included in “the gang”? Well, if Jeremy was, so was he. “Seeing as I never had much choice in listening to the music I could like, I don’t really have a taste. Everything that isn’t nursery rhymes made into songs is GREAT. Especially if it has nothing to do with music boxes.” It still calmed him down to hear music like that, but he developed a bit of a grudge against it. Sure, he and Jeremy were working on that, but he really couldn’t call it his favorite kind of music. “… well, Dave oftentimes played the CD he just mentioned while transporting me. I guess I liked a few songs from there? Somewhat? “Everybody Wants to Be an Astronaut” was pretty good.” I can feel my body shiver, the lights are everywhere! They marvel at my heartbeats inside the atmosphere… And I’m looking at the world, in a way you never could! I knew I’d be a traveling man, but I misunderstood… So tell me, why is it we’re never happy?

‘Cause everybody wants to be an astronaut! And take the long tall trail into the stars! Everybody wants to show a brother what they got! Everybody wants to be an astronaut! Marion looked away. What he kept for himself was that he really disliked the last line. Everybody wants to be a superstar! No. None of the kids wanted to be a superstar. … ‘cause everybody’s happy when they’re playing the guitar! Everybody but them. Everybody. But them. So tell me, why is it we’re never happy?

Old Sport smiled, for a moment a bit sadly. “Oh, it used to be “Not too late” by Lemaitre.” Not Too Late my friend! Take it up and try again! I’ll stand right here… While you walk to face the end, As the skys clear up again I’ll disappear- And have a go again… Snapping out of his emotional side, he laughed. “But now I actually have TASTE, thus it’s TAYLOR SWIFT’S “Look what you made me do”, RIGHT MIKEY-“ “YOU HATE THAT SONG TOO, ADMIT TO IT. YOU FUCKING HATE IT. ESPECIALLY THE REFRAIN. IT’S ALL SUCH UTTER SHIT, YOU ONLY PUT IT ON TO FUCKING TORMENT ME. FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” “Like clockwork. It’s a thing of beauty.” He laughed until Mike quieted down from the back, then looked back at the Anon. “But seriously, why did you even include me. You know what it is! THE CLASSICS! “All Star” and “Never Gonna Give You Up”! Well, maybe with a dash on “We are number one” for good measure. You know, the songs people with TASTE listen to.”

Ethan was sitting in the back, looking at the golden guard badge he had received for signing up with the company. Quietly he sung. “Sven Korner was in the newspapers this Monday Big picture from a time he danced the waltz Yes, he took the life of Victoria Come home, explain to Christiania “Come here, officer, here are thousand bucks I’ve saved” And give me Korner, and give me him soon!” He closed his hands around the badge. “It’s a song by Kaizers Orcherstra. I just happened to stumble over it- originally it’s in the Norwegian language- I do not even know how I found the translation. But I like it a lot. It helps me work.” He hadn’t found her. He wasn’t even quite sure in what kind of afterlife he was. But it gave him great satisfaction to know the man who did this to his daughter was in a far, far worse place. “I know what’s in store for you… I know what it is you’re hoping for, I know what’s in store for you.

Oh, you have a tune you think everybody will follow! But I wouldn’t follow that tune, not on my life! We’re playing poker with a revolver, Having no respect for Fredrik Meltzer… Now you shall dance to our tune 'till you bleed! You shall dance Ompa 'till you Die!

Think about it, Sven, how good it will be in Heaven… I hope you fold your hands before you go to bed… Cause it can get hot down here. It can be hot down here. Sven, it can get hot as hell down here!” -

Henry leaned back bemused. “The best thing about this ask is certainly that everyone now knows what a horrible taste you have.” Says the guy who has his head so far up his ass that he basically only listens to classic. “Oh, no. I listen to everything. But at least I acknowledge that everything I hear has some form of merit, even if it is not my taste. You however, do not, thus you can be shamed for your taste.” Screw you.

[thewritingstar]

Ah well were all at home better ask all 200 questions g, don't really know much about u

200 QUESTIONS???? ALRIGHT HERE YA GO. 

hope you enjoy me spending an hour answering all of these :) 

200: My crush’s name is: N/A 199: I was born in: 2000 198: I am really: nice 197: My cellphone company is: idk 196: My eye color is: Hazel, can turn dark brown or light green sometimes 195: My shoe size is: 8 194: My ring size is: 7 I think 193: My height is: 5′3 192: I am allergic to: penicillin  191: My 1st car was: Toyota  190: My 1st job was: Baskin Robbins  189: Last book you read: Suicide Notes (highly recommend)  188: My bed is: galaxy bedding and is currently on the floor in my bed fram cause my friends broke it... 187: My pet: Black cockapoo and a white cockapoo named Abby and Molly 186: My best friend: is a hoe 185: My favorite shampoo is: herbal essence color me happy  184: Xbox or ps3: I perfer Wii, Wii U or Nintendo switch  183: Piggy banks are: cute, Mine is a ducktales cup  182: In my pockets: nothing rn 181: On my calendar: nothing rn 180: Marriage is: a good thing but not a necessity for a happy life 179: Spongebob can: get it  178: My mom: is a queen  177: The last three songs I bought were? i only buy cds for my car so: Lover, Hozier, Blink 182 176: Last YouTube video watched: The Office deleted scenes 175: How many cousins do you have? 8 but I only see four of them and two of them are adults with kids so i consider them more of aunt and uncle figures 174: Do you have any siblings? One older sister  173: Are your parents divorced? Nope  172: Are you taller than your mom? Nope 171: Do you play an instrument? Nope 170: What did you do yesterday? Sat on ass and watched youtube 

[ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: ye why not 168: Luck: yes  167: Fate: yes 166: Yourself: kinda 165: Aliens: yes 164: Heaven: mmmm yes i guess 163: Hell: yes 162: God: uhhhhh yes and no, kinda indifferent 161: Horoscopes: yep 160: Soul mates: yesss 159: Ghosts: ye 158: Gay Marriage: WHO THE FUCK DOESNT BELIEVE IN THISS?? ITS REAL  157: War: think it does more harm than good 156: Orbs: ye 155: Magic: ye i wanna be a wizard 

[ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs 153: Drunk or High: drunk, i dont do drugs and i dont drink yet but ill prob get drunk  152: Phone or Online: oo i use both but Online i guess 151: Red heads or Black haired: Black hair 150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes 149: Hot or cold: HOT 148: Summer or winter: Summer 147: Autumn or Spring: Both 146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla  145: Night or Day: Day 144: Oranges or Apples: Oranges 143: Curly or Straight hair: I have straight hair but curly hair is also beautiful 142: McDonalds or Burger King: BURGER KING..I HATE MCDONALDS 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: MILK 140: Mac or PC: Pc 139: Flip flops or high heals:...High heels prob 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: SWEET AND POOR, IM ALREADY UGLY 137: Coke or Pepsi: NEITHER 136: Hillary or Obama: obama  135: Burried or cremated: cremated 134: Singing or Dancing: love both but maybe dancing rn 133: Coach or Chanel: Coach  132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: idk who they are 131: Small town or Big city: Big city, i grew up in a small town 130: Wal-Mart or Target: TARGET 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Adam 128: Manicure or Pedicure: Mani 127: East Coast or West Coast: West Coast 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas  125: Chocolate or Flowers: Chocolate 124: Disney or Six Flags: DISNEY  123: Yankees or Red Sox: eww sports 

[ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War:....does more harm than good  121: George Bush:....dont know enough to say but im pretty sure he was an awful human  120: Gay Marriage: It should just be called marriage, just because you’re gay doesnt make it any less or any more, its equal to other marriages  119: The presidential election: 118: Abortion: Pro Choice, no one has the right to tell someone what to do with their body 117: MySpace: i never used it cause i was too young but i bet it was lit 116: Reality TV: its funny af  115: Parents: are nice if they care about their child but if they are abusive or horrible then they dont deserve respect  114: Back stabbers: should be stabbed  113: Ebay: its nice  112: Facebook: full of idiots and boomers  111: Work: a scam  110: My Neighbors: they fine 109: Gas Prices: A SCAM 108: Designer Clothes: a nice but really $200 for socks, no mama 107: College: SHOULD BE FREE 106: Sports: fun but no one needs to make that much money for throwing a ball 105: My family: i like them 104: The future: is wild and idk at this point 

[ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: my mom like a few days ago 102: Last time you ate: at 11 today! 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile:  100: Cried in front of someone: my mom after i yelled at her 99: Went to a movie theater: i saw Onward when we were allowed outside 98: Took a vacation: went to disneyland last October  97: Swam in a pool: like almost two years sadly  96: Changed a diaper: when i was like 8  95: Got my nails done: never got them done because my mom wouldnt take me cause i was a ‘tom boy’  94: Went to a wedding: never  93: Broke a bone: when i was three, my big toe 92: Got a piercing: my nose in January  91: Broke the law: i guess i sped the other day  90: Texted: literally as im doing this 

[ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: my friend 88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: the silence of being alone 87: The last movie I saw: Princess and the Frog 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Moving for college 85: The thing im not looking forward to:  84: People call me: Deanna (real name), Dean, Star (what yall call me) ton of others 83: The most difficult thing to do is: idk  82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: never 81: My zodiac sign is: Aries 80: The first person i talked to today was:  79: First time you had a crush: Ive had  78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my best friends 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: my friends over ft  76: Right now I am talking to: no one 75: What are you going to do when you grow up: hopefully being an animator  74: I have/will get a job: at disney  73: Tomorrow: doing nothing 72: Today: doing nothing  71: Next Summer: hopefully not on quarantine  70: Next Weekend: nothing special  69: I have these pets: 2 doggos 68: The worst sound in the world: ICE SCRAPING OR MOUTH BREATHING 67: The person that makes me cry the most is:  66: People that make you happy: my friends 65: Last time I cried: few days ago  64: My friends are: my world 63: My computer is: a Dell  62: My School: is a community college  61: My Car: it goes 60: I lose all respect for people who: are bigots, dehumanize people, republicans  59: The movie I cried at was: Onward had me sobbing  58: Your hair color is: Brown rn 57: TV shows you watch: theres too many 56: Favorite web site: tumblr or youtube 55: Your dream vacation: every disney park  54: The worst pain I was ever in was: i think when i cut my finger or when i went to the hospital for my chest  53: How do you like your steak cooked: Medium rare  52: My room is: disney themed and my safe zone 51: My favorite celebrity is: Tara Strong  50: Where would you like to be: Disneyland 49: Do you want children: ehh maybe  48: Ever been in love: nope 47: Who’s your best friend: my neighbor that ive known since i was 4 46: More guy friends or girl friends: more girl 45: One thing that makes you feel great is: making cake  44: One person that you wish you could see right now: my cousin 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: not really  42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: ye 41: Have you pre-named your children: kinda 40: Last person I got mad at: my mom 39: I would like to move to: La 38: I wish I was a professional: animator

[ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: Kitkat 36: Vehicle: Cars 35: President: 34: State visited: California, Nevada, Texas, Hawaii,  33: Cellphone provider: 32: Athlete: n/a 31: Actor: Colin O'Donoghue 30: Actress: Lana Parrilla 29: Singer: Joe Jonas, Taylor Swift  28: Band: Big Time Rush 27: Clothing store: Hot topic, Ross,  26: Grocery store: Safeway  25: TV show: Once Upon A Time or PPG  24: Movie: Princess and the Frog and Ratatouille  23: Website: tumblr  22: Animal: elephant  21: Theme park: disneyland  20: Holiday: Halloween  19: Sport to watch: hockey  18: Sport to play:..i do not play  17: Magazine: i dont read mags  16: Book: Kingdom Keepers  15: Day of the week: Friday  14: Beach: one i went to in Hawaii  13: Concert attended: Jonas Brothers  12: Thing to cook: chowmein and strawberry shortcake  11: Food: Chowmein  10: Restaurant: my fav Chinese restaurant  9: Radio station: I don’t listen to the radio  8: Yankee candle scent: Vanilla  7: Perfume: Vanilla  6: Flower: Rose or Larkspur  5: Color: Black or blue  4: Talk show host: umm i dont watch many but i guess Jimmy Fallon  3: Comedian: Jaboukie Young-White or John Mulaney  2: Dog breed: Pomeranian  1: Did you answer all these truthfully? ye 

[warmbeebosoftbeebo]

All I Want for Christmas is You

There's a knock at the door as you get the fire going. "Come in!" you shout, figuring it's Brendon.

"Oh ho ho, little girl," Brendon calls out like the dork he is. You turn around, breath catching as he takes off his jacket: he has no shirt on, just suspenders, Santa pants, boots, and hat. He flings a sack over his shoulder. "You've been on my so-naughty-you're-good list this year, haven't you?"

"Oh, Santa," you say dramatically, placing your hand over your heart. "I tried sooo hard to be good, but your little elf, Brendon? He's been trying for months to seduce me." You pout, then grin. "And, well, he didn't have to try that hard; turns out, I am a very naughty girl."

"Well, good thing Santa is really a bunch of different elves..." he grins.

You smile too, jumping up onto him, and he has to drop the sack to catch you as you wrap your limbs around him, hands on your ass and thighs. You kiss him, one arm sliding between you to tweak his nipple. "Are you my present then, B?"

He chuckles. "Yes, this little elf is a present, but I still brought you others. Remember that list you made, y/n?"

You nuzzle into his neck. "Course I do, but there's so many things on it, I know you didn't get me all of them. And you wanted some things to be a surprise." You had seven of one kind of item in particular based on looking online with him that you are eager to get to.

It's the 22nd, but considering the time you're able to have alone together without respective families, you two decided that tonight and the 27th would be your nights together. He wanted to wait until after Christmas to get his gifts. For sure, most of your presents are for him too, including the naughty ones, but still... You can't help but think of some of the ones you picked out for him based on his choices, how he awkwardly and nervously, almost embarrassed, told you he wanted to try them, that you were so good with your fingers you made him want more.

Fuck, you kissed him so much, touched him, thanked him for telling you, told him he was so fucking hot... and reminded him just how good you were with your hands as he looked toys up on his laptop until he let the pleasure overtake him. Teasingly asked "Wonder if that'll feel like...this?", made him buck into your slick grip, rock down on your curled gloved fingers carefully massaging, pressing, stroking or shaking light and fast, like a weak vibe, over that spot inside him.

"Maybe we should start with the G-rated gifts? Well, the ones that seem G-rated, anyway." You get off him, letting him reach for the sack as you move back to the fireplace, grabbing pillows off the couch for you both to sit on. He hands things to you with the sweetest excited little boy look on his face. As you unwrap and take things out of gift bags, you discover food like berries, whipped cream, and butterscotch liqueur sauce. Only seemingly G-rated is right; as if you two don't know what they'll be used for. Next up, scented candles: peach, vanilla and mint. The books Mysteries of Pittsburgh and A Home at the End of the World; you'd been wanting to check them out since you saw the movies. The latest seasons of Supernatural--you'd fallen behind on two of your other favourite boys--and Orange is the New Black. And Tori Amos's latest cd. Brendon took second place to her as she was an utter musical and lyrical god, and your poor baby knew it, joked about you leaving him for her to your "Sadly, she's not nearly as into pussy as you are." You wouldn't turn her down if it were possible, but come on: no one could get you turning him down.

"Entering PG-13 territory, I think..." Brendon winks, beaming, handing you another.

You grin as he bites his lip and it just makes him look sexier and cuter. You can't stop gazing at him as you're opening the box, and don't look down until he does. "We're gonna have so much fun with these, Brendon." Chocolate almond, watermelon, strawberry, pineapple-mango. You kiss him, resting your hands on his thighs, gently massaging them, sighing. "Gonna get each other all messy and tasty with these?" You lick his bottom lip, then suck on it, and he moans, hands going to your hips, pulling you closer. "As if the flavoured massage oils and lubes were the only thing you got for us to suck and lick off each other. I know what that food is for."

He flushes. "Can't decide if that makes you my good boy or my naughty one. And you say *I* am on the so-naughty list," you tease.

He kisses you, slipping his tongue in this time, and you eagerly answer, breath heavier. "Being naughty is good, B..." you murmur against those luscious lips of his, climbing astride him, and you can feel him getting harder--"naughty little elf"--after your pelvis instinctively presses to his.

You find his hair, stroking, tugging gently and he groans. You love when he's noisy, your moany whimpery gaspy babe... Shameless about being as noisy as you. You lightly scratch the nape of his neck as your other hand throws the Santa hat to the side, and cards back through his hair. You stop, finding a-- "Bow?"

"Told you I was your present too." He waggles his eyebrows, chuckling at his gooberdom.

"What a present, B, looking all pretty 'n sexy in your suspenders..." You trail your hand down his gorgeous, slim chest, stroking his soft lower belly, gathering a bit of flesh from slowing down to smoke up, relax in his Christmas sweaters, eat as much as he wants to as he should, those little strips of hair you adore. You find a nice rhythm as you grind on him seriously. "Gonna be one of my toys tonight, ain't you?"

His hands trail down your back, tenderly squeeze your ass. He nods, kissing you again, pulling away to giggle, "Too bad I don't vibrate."

"No hon, I'd rather have you in human form. Boy toy, heavy emphasis on the boy. Very human form." You wrap one arm around his back, other hand burrowing under to grab his ass, smooching him, over and over before pulling away, both of you getting drunk on it. Your gaze flickers down, remembering how they feel all over you. "Especially with your mouth, B...fuck."

He licks his lips, the fucker, and gets this...dirty look on his face. You can feel his dick jerk against you subtly as he rubs back against you, hands running up your back, to your hair, carefully pulling to expose your neck to a pair of the softest fucking lips in the world. Softest skin too... Fuck, you want both of you naked, want to rub all over him, pressed together, tongues playing, hands roaming, getting achier as you think about it, feel his mouth suck softly. “Baby boy...” you moan-sigh, both of you rocking together, needy but easy. Easy as in slow and easy as in shameless hussies. Cradle his neck, stroking and lightly scratching, sending shivers through him. He revels in pleasure, touch, everything.

His hands slide under your shirt, cupping your breasts, but you don't feel self-conscious about the fact they only fill half his hand, not even full Bs, that you don't wear a bra unless running because you don't need the support. Your nipples, clit and whole pussy are too busy getting swollen and desperate for touches and kisses and sucks to care. His tongue circling over you...god wouldn't it be crazy if he could lick and suck more than one spot...somehow had two mouths...hands working over what his two mouths couldn't. One mouth on clit, other sucking one nipple, then the other, your neck... You're gasping and panting into his mouth, tongues barely touching, teasing... Press to him more, grind faster, needing, aching for him. Grab his head and kiss him firmer, knocking off the bow, and god his hair. Close, close...

“Bet you can, huh?” You nod, not realizing for a few seconds what he's referring to, but betting the answer to his question is yes.

You roll off him, bringing him with, parting to undo your pants, kick them and your underwear off. He makes quick work of your shirt. “That's my sweet girl,” he moans, nipple in his mouth, hand going between your thighs, brushing over your bush, finding you damp there, then slick and hot between your labia. Rubbing all over, telling you to rock on his hand, palm pressing and lifting against your clit and lips.

“Fuck, wanted to wait longer, but...” He's shifting down, spreading your thighs, tilting you, opening your heat up. He kisses your thighs briefly, nuzzles his nose through your hair, your wet. His tongue flicks out, tasting. Moaning, vibrating your pussy sweetly. “Could fucking live here, y/n...” he murmurs, gazing up at you, lips grazing, tongue rubbing over your labia, your clit. "Would live n die happy..." He's sucking, tongue circling over as much as he can get. Seriously. Shit, his moans...straight to your pussy in more than one way. Your hand in his hair...fouffy and silken, and you haphazardly stroke, sometimes pressing fingertips to his scalp.

Oh, fuck...his mouth. His mouth. “Fuck, B, suck it, please, baby...” He obliges...his mouth was made for this, you think, looking at him heavy lidded as he looks...eager and blissed out. Your eyes flutter shut, hands pressing on his head, rocking subtle but fast into his mouth. His hands slide over your thighs, cup your ass to get more of your cunt, chin pressing over what his lips and tongue aren't, sucking and slurping, focused on your clit, but sometimes opening up to gather more. “Circles, please...faster...oh...fuck, Brendon, ohgodohgodohgod, please...IneedfuckB...fuckmeplease...” You're coming, gasping, contractions gripping you, even more heat washing over you, blood pounding through you from your head to your cunt, legs trembling, tensing, belly heaving... He's kissing up your tummy, hand stroking over your still throbbing, aroused snatch, skips to your lips. You lick over his plush lips and tongue, his wet chin too, between kisses. “Mmmm...”

“Didn't tucker you out already?” he asks gently, knowing he didn't.

“Mmm...naw...” You stroke over his back, his ass. “Not my fault I got no blood in my brain... Lie down with me...” You keep kissing him though, stroking his hips, his dick and balls through the pants, realizing he must have satin panties on underneath, until he's panting and swearing into your mouth. You bet he's dampening those panties too.

If you weren't set on teasing him, you'd strip him, stroke over his bare skin, pubes, his silky pink eager dick and balls, kiss over his hips, suck and tongue and jack. Pussy and mouth both getting wetter at what you're doing, what you want to do... You love touching him, making him feel good, regardless of how long he lasts, how hard he is or isn't, whether he can still take stimulation on his dick because he loves being touched, loved, rubbed on, kissed, sucked. Loves fucking every which way, always making love... Fuck, everything was. “Think I should be a tease?” You love being his tease, but...fuck. You can totally go down on him, stroke him bare, and tease him.

“Still wanna lie down?” You nod, and he strokes your thighs, belly, breasts as you shift, cradles your head as you flop down.

You make grabby hands. “Want you on top of me.” You don't say the naked, but he knows you well, and the one worded question is greeted by your “Gimme my naked elf boy” as you tug his pants to his thighs, both giggling, and he gets everything off.

He puts the hat back on, and you're still giggling when you wrap your limbs around him. “My very own Brendon in a Santa hat...”

Rubbing your skin over his, everywhere you can, welcoming his weight, heat, firmness, softness... You use that moisturizer Jeremy got him into sometimes, but he does often...his skin is soft naturally, and it makes it baby soft...the softest skin you've felt on anyone. Your sweet soft baby.

Smooching over each other's faces, wriggling and touching, massaging casually. His hands in your hair, stroking...his dick rocking over your lips, clit, arousal spreading and building through you both. Silky and hard and wet from the both of you. Fuck, his dick. The moans he makes when his frenulum carefully presses your clit, both of you getting electric jolts that manage to soothe based on the pleasure on his face, his movements, noises...Fuck his dick like you are now. You think you started that, think you were moving against him everywhere including there since he covered you.

Your hands settle on his ass, small of his back, rub and squeeze over him, gently feeling those dimples, watching the pleasure on his face. He's always been on the curvy side for a boy with his frame, even having those dimples that mostly women have. Cup those round cheeks, fingers brushing between them, his gasping, fluttering lashes, rocking a bit faster, letting you know how pleasurable that simple touch is. “Applebottom,” you sigh, feeling his butt move with his movements over you, not realizing you said it aloud until he giggles.

“I got it from my mama, what can I say?” He kisses over your neck. “Should we stay like this, or move...lay out some sheets, get the oils?”

You think of him oiling you up, hands stroking until you're melting, relaxed but throbbing and so wet it's on your outer lips, hair, thighs and ass and the sheets...and his hands. “Fuck, the oils,” you sigh, reluctantly letting him go.

He wiggles his booty as he turns and you give him a swat, a stroke. “Think I'll ride that ass later...” You roll onto your side, open hand stroking over your mound and outer labia, missing his dick, his hips spreading your thighs, his warm skin, thinking.

Both of you covered in flavoured oil, him laying on you, rubbing...skin on skin, dick to cunt, his thigh between yours for you to grind on, his dick between your thighs, between your asscheeks. He lays down a couple matts, the plastic sheets. He's so beautiful: all that sensitive skin, the muscles shifting in his back, arms, legs, on his hands and knees, not realizing how it looks at first but it hits him with giggles. He turns his head and winks, pops his booty out, spreads, sways his hips, balls and asshole in view too. So comfortable naked generally, but eagerly adding in that vulnerability with you. Fuck, you can't help thinking of lapping over those delicate dangling balls, his perineum, that tender puckered skin, stroking and kissing his cheeks too, as he gasps and moans, your hands soothing his trembling thighs, head landing on a pillow to expose more to your mouth and hands.

He was often a tease with his past lovers with his ass and everything else, even tempting men with it, usually never letting more than a finger inside if anything, rarely two if slim, gentle and skilled, maybe a cautious insistent tongue if they got him to let go. Wanting, trusting a couple to rub between his cheeks without pushing inside, more inclined to letting them hump against his bum, or between his thighs, or dick to dick while they grabbed and rubbed it. One telling him how slow he'd be, how good he could make it for him. Brendon balking at something that big. Part of him wanting to try the other way sometimes but not wanting to ask for what he couldn't give, even if they offered. Besides, if just two fingers often hurt him, it probably wouldn't be easy for others... and with women, they didn't even have a prostate as incentive and pay off. You're glad other guys were safe enough to do that with for him, happy that no one pushed inside anyway.

You wish you got to see your gorgeous boy with someone else like he is with you, like he fucks with you, all that easy freedom, whether it included entry or not. You've had threesomes before, but he's not as free with men especially as with you, even now. He was and is even freer with women, calling women grinding on his ass riding the Bden Caboose even in his late teens (bless those two girl friends of his who invited him into their sex), eagerly rolling over for their pressing mounds, open pussies, stroking hands, probing fingers, tilting into it. Spanks, massages, grabs, nibbles, kisses, grinds, humps... Offering to touch, lick, finger open, massage, hump, everything to men and women back, but sometimes that was misread. (He still remembered what Audrey thought of his awkward, gooberish words, shy but excited touches, but he couldn't blame her considering what other guys who brought it up were after.) With you though, he's a... fucking nymph... God, you bet he hasn't done that, opening exposed and everything, lube nearby to remind him what could happen, and you know you're the first he’s wanted toys inside with... How does he even make you want to put your tongue there, lapping, massaging, circling...lost in him, too lusty and needy to worry about using a barrier? (Knowing you really should use one.) But, fuck, you do.

You've been rubbing your clit and upper lips for a while now, achy and full and wetter. Pressing him down on his belly and humping his butt silly as he thrusts slickly over a plastic covered or satin pillow. Maybe humping him on his hands and knees first or instead, grabbing his hips, petting his thighs and belly, gently squeezing his balls, rubbing his scrotum, stroking over his cock in counterpoint to your thrusts. Fuck, you're coming. Coming as he watches, panting, biting his lip, stroking slowly over his own cock. Rolling and sliding over each other, rubbing on each others backs, asses, breasts, bellies and fucking everywhere. Sucking each other, one on their back as the other is between their legs, and both at a time, maybe taking turns on top, on your sides. You both getting lost in the connection of mouths to genitals, that constant erotic current flowing into, through, and out of you back into him. Fingers sliding inside each other, gently spreading, rocking, searching. Him holding one of those new vibes, slipping, rocking, circling it over and in you as you command, moving into it, him kissing and rubbing on you. Feeding him your cunt as you straddle his face. Oh, fuck, another. This one grips hard, almost hurts, but you can't stop. Him straddling your breasts, feeding you his cock, his or your hand wrapped around what your mouth can't comfortably take. Fuck, you want him so much, need him...

"B... need you..."

You'll never get too much of him. You want to fuck for hours, love knowing he does too. Thinking of the fact that you get two, three, even four or more hour sessions with him as you glide over your clit and he kisses you, both moaning and panting, stroking your hair, calling you his bestest girl, the sexiest, one hand caressing over your thigh, hip, sucking your neck, hand slipping under you to stroke the small of your back, sets you off for the forth time that night. You stopped feeling guilty about your craving with him a while ago. One, no two, of the most sensuous, sexual, needy creatures on the planet. The most uninhibited, open either of you has ever been with someone, and that was saying a lot for both of you. You both had had great lovers of both sexes, great sex. But this was...fuck, it was something wondrous, often new, needing skin, mouths, genitals, drenched in want, need, love. Having him let you realize the rest of those subtle and not so subtle ways you were inhibited with men, that sex with a man could be as varied, open, boundless, ungoverned yet safe, as anything and everything as sex with women...

“Fuck, B... god... maybe I should put those panties on to keep things slowed down for a bit...” Your clit is oversensitive, hurting too much, but give you ten, even five minutes...

“Need a break, huh? I've got a matching pair for ya. You can tell me to take em off, or do it yourself when you want my hands there too. I'll put mine on too...” Goddamn, his ass, his cock and sac, hips, v-lines, in those panties... He slides another red pair up your legs and you lift, loving that he cops a careful feel after you smile your agreement of your mound and outer lips down to your ass first, pats your ass when they're on.

“Bet you can feel how wet I am through them already, B...” You brush your hand over them, then guide his. You look up at him, blissed out, sitting up, stroking over his hips, thighs bracketing his legs, delighting in that touch too, wriggling up and down them. “Peekaboo,” you sing, pulling his panties down, shifting his dick so the tip pops out, giving a few extra strokes, feeling his pulse, loving how warm he feels. He gazes back, eyes sparkling, grin filling those cheeks out even more. “Look at that... wanna smooch.” So you do, soft, then stroke your lips over it, tongue following over that hard but smooshy tip. Fuck, you'll suck him a little, you think. His hands stroke through your hair and you can't help grinding lightly against the couch, getting him wet with your sucking mouth, tongue, until he spurts precum, and you lick it up, take the second spurt. Rub your hand over his length and scrotum through the panties.

A gorgeous, pettable, smoochable, suckable... cock and balls on a lovely, gorgeous, pettable, and everything else boy. Because they're his and actually pretty and cute as far as male genitals go, absolutely silken—he totally uses the moisturizer there too, the minx—especially his dick. You pull his panties down more. God, such a good fit places: hand, mouth, between your labia and over your clit, tip to clit, the small of your back, between your asscheeks, thighs, inside your vagina. Him rocking in and/or you engulfing him, the rare times you crave and want him like that too, past begging for it into needing and truly being ready for it. Bless those girls who came before you and his own anxiety, his being eager to do what they wanted but wanting to make sure, both making him wait to make sure they meant it, him wanting to see what would happen if he didn't "get to it," that "fuck me" usually didn't actually mean what most men thought it meant, both at all and the way they thought of it. They also surprised that he...didn't, discovering they were glad he didn't rush into it, that it was a later part of things, or not even part of it. Beyond wet and swollen, feeling sloppy, almost fucked out after coming and coming, after his fingers, even a toy. So wet it's all over his dick, balls, pubes, thighs, pelvis, wherever else you've rubbed on, whether or not you cover him that way too. Him being smaller than average...fucking perfect.

“Fuck...this is your night, darlin...”

“Yes, it is,” you look up, kiss his belly, rub his back, ass, thighs, making squish noises. “My night with my good boy...my sweetest boy...” Every time with him was yours.

You still usually came several times even on “his” nights, still had him moaning around a mouthful of pussy, still had him eager for your hot juicy pussy all over him, touching, rubbing, kissing you how you liked it. His nights were sometimes him being needier, pleading, but docile. Beyond what he usually was, like he needed... lots and lots of caretaking, guidance and praise. At times even asking for, wanting you to hurt and dominate him, but you'd never be cruel to your baby, always tried to ease him out of that with loving words, gentle touch, kisses, showing him how good he made you feel, telling him that you would never humiliate or degrade your sweet soft boy. Even if you spanked him, pulled his hair with some oomph, slapped his cock, bit a little hard, got him on his knees, rode his face, told him not to come, rubbed on any part of him you pleased, gave commands but tenderly, letting him know he didn't have to, that you only wanted it if he wanted to, scratched or sucked hard enough to leave little marks for a bit... it would only be because he liked it, wanted it because it felt good, it was another way of loving him, of making him feel good... “Only if it feels good, Brendon, only if you know you're a good, lovely boy. Never want to hurt my wonderful boy...”

Other times, he'd let the assertiveness, confidence that you encouraged in him, take hold, or at least tried to feel it, both to differing degrees. Both concerned about it, wanting it to be real, not faked, but never wanting him to even seem dominant or any other negative aspect of masculinity. You were a lot more okay with getting into his enjoyment of... pain, sharp sensations, slaps, heat and cold, being bossed around then, when he was assertive back. Asked for it because he wanted it, liked it, knew he was worthy of things he enjoyed. The only other consistent differences were him being more active: moving a bit more into your mouth, hand, between your breasts, firmer over your pussy, guiding you with still considerate word and touch, asking often for a finger or two inside, desperate and assertive yet careful, chasing his pleasure.

He was usually so you-oriented, your pleasure and orgasms so arousing to him, him getting off was important and needed too, but quite down on the list, and these times it still wasn't first, but it was second. Often less teasing, playing with him before trying to get him off, unless he wanted edging. More of you seriously trying to make him come, seeing if you could encourage him into a second, a third, especially when mostly prostate stimulation. Keeping up with pleasuring him when he could barely move, lax but trembling, full of pleasure, moaning and whimpering, as long as you were on the right side of too much. Still playing with his thighs, hips, nipples, belly, lips, butt, when touching his penis or inside got to be too much.

It was usually both your sessions by design and how they developed. Switching back and forth. Lots of balance without switching. Just being yourselves. He definitely leaned towards what people would call submissive, often yielding and pliable solely in good ways, but also even what you thought was submissive, sometimes too much, both glad he could share that with you and worried for him about it, how people could take advantage. Knowing that was why he held back with men especially. He would often be able to slip back into his usual easy going, funny, eager to please puppy mode after he came the first time on his nights, or you were super smooshy with him. Your gentleness alone helped build him back up those “subby” times, or made him switch over those “toppy” ones. He could only be rather assertive, firm, if you were at least as much as he, and often wouldn't or couldn't even then. His “topiness” was fundamentally sideways.

You were glad of it, more and more, once you became lovers, exploring together, letting yourselves go. There were other guys like him, but they were all too rare, and the degree he was the way he was... it was a first for you. He had avoided, rejected, or gotten rid of what generally lurked within men to varying degrees due to his temperament, his bond with his mom, various ways he was gender nonconforming, the decisions he made in his life about how to treat people, him realizing he could compartmentalize people and how they are treated, being with you...

There were also lots of times when you rolled around, or lazed about, snuggling, making out, rubbing on each other, caressing, licking, kissing, anything and everything that sweetly pleasured, like gentle waves under a warm sun, neither of you getting around to coming. And other times just you once to three times (three times was a low number for you with your boy given the hours you tended to spend), rarely only him coming once, or both of you having those limited orgasms. Sometimes coming, sometimes not when your bits got wet, achy and swollen with need.

That's how you're petting him, kissing him, belly to dick to thighs, one hand often on his ass, between his cheeks, balls too, panties mid-thigh. Remembering and feeling that melty thick arousal, sometimes rubbing on the couch, as he’s half hard. It's been three days since you've been together, and he pants between groans that he hasn't come since as you lick the skin beyond his pubic hair.

You stroke his perineum, palm his balls, other hand focused on sliding the foreskin and tip wetly over each other. Kiss his pelvis, lips sucking and rubbing over his length, delighting in his flushed chest and stomach.

“Oh fuck...y/n...” You can feel him get firmer, pulse, contract, spurt. Not a big one considering the three days, a slow but surprising one. You catch the end with your mouth after it lands on his thighs, pubes, dick and your shoulder, hand, cheek, you bet your hair too... Your noisy shaky baby boy... “Jesus Christ. Jesus,” he pants, as you kiss him more, lick up and rub the saltiness, sweat and skin and semen mixed, into his skin.

“Babe, fuck...c'mere...” His hands shift from your hair to shoulders, and you stand up too as he sways, light headed, still shaking. He kisses you, lapping it from your mouth, moves to your shoulder, breast, getting as much as he can. You stroke over him, pulling his panties up, squeezing his ass, finding his thigh, rocking a bit.

You kiss over your lovely boy's face, cradle him in your arms, and he leans into it. His head moving to your shoulder, body slumped, both of you holding him up, as you kiss over his hair, stroking his back. “Wish I could carry my baby over... Or I can piggyback you.”

“We can do it, y/n,” he says with a thick Hawaiian accent, giggles, turning, still leaning, pulling you to him. “That's fucking teamwork!”

“I swear to fuck, if you keep singing Fuck Her Gently...” You kiss him.

“Oh, how 'bout...” He launches into diva level high notes with “All I want for Christmas is youuuu.”

“Fabulous, darling...” He can sing not just higher than you, but you swear he matches Mariah when he pushes himself. “Another reason people think we're a fag hag and her fag.” You grin as you say it, glad he embraces that fact, holding his hands to bring him too as you sit down on the mat. Noisy plastic sheet. “You pick the oil...” you sigh, spreading out comfortably, grabbing a pillow for your head, eyes closing. Mmmm, mango-pineapple.

When he first touches you, your heart picks up, cunt pulse too, remembering everything you thought earlier. How is he so sexy?

“Hopefully it's warm enough for my fag hag,” he jokes.

“Mmmhmm...Tickles...in a good way...” Wrigging your butt and thighs to provide some stimulation on your vulva. Kisses follow his hands. Your neck, shoulders, collarbone, breasts. Fingertips, then sucking mouth, on your nipples. Thinking about doing the same to him next time, how responsive he is, lapping his small hard nipples, teasing over him until he's shivering, gasping... Everything feels so nice... More oil for your stomach, hips, sides, pelvis, his thumbs stroking, palms pressing as he calls you his good girl, so sweet for him... You're just as sweet as he is, you want to say, but just gasp, buzzing all over, as he kisses over your tummy, hands still working your hips. Whole pussy throbbing, aching but melting, and you don't need to come soon.

He circles around your mound, the outline of your panties with his oiled hands, upper thighs, hips, and your legs, through your haze, spread. “'M so ready, honey.” And finally. “Thank god, B...” you sigh as he rubs more oil over your mound through the silk, outer lips, your slick mixing with it.

“That's my girl...” And he starts singing All I Want for Christmas is You again, from the start, soft enough to soothe more. Rocking his open palm all over your pussy... He's your boy.

You tummy growls. “Feed me?” you giggle. “But alas, food, not your cock.”

“I would never!” he says dramatically, and you open one eye to see him looking scandalized. He kisses your lips, still touching your pussy, other hand stroking over thighs, hip, belly as you watch, eyes closing when he leaves. Strawberries with whipped cream meet your lips. He kisses your neck, breasts, tummy as you chew, feeding you more. Blueberries and raspberries too. “Can I...?” he trails off, sliding your panties to the side, stroking between the lips. You “mmmhmmm,” eyes opening when you hear him suck on a strawberry; warming it up, you realize. He moves them to the side again, brushing the berry over your outer labia. You spread more, legs in a diamond shape, and he slips into your heat. Sliding up and down a few times before finding your clit, circling, back down, back up, circling for longer, back down.

“Sweet baby Jesus...”

“Know your sweet, darlin...” He moves it away, and your eyes open again when you hear him sucking on it. “If anything, you're sweeter than this. Wanna taste?” He dips back over you. You do, and you gaze in each other's eyes as you suck softly, nibble, getting the juices. Circling a raspberry over your clit slowly before bringing it to your mouth. You are sweeter than them. He trails down your body as he gets a blueberry, slides it inside. Another, resting between your lips. Berries and cream in a bowl for you to munch on, sliding a raspberry in your mouth for your tongue to press into. He gets between your thighs, pulling the fabric aside again, tongue rolling the one between your labia, up, back down, then eating it as he eats you. Other hand entwining with yours and his lashes flutter open, gazing up at you as he kisses over what he can get too.

You stop eating to play with his hair and he hums, moaning softly into it, lips vibrating yours. You wriggle a little. “Fuck... you can take them off,” you sigh.

“That's my girl,” he murmurs, kissing over your mound before shifting to ease them down as you lift. He bites his lip, eyes heavy as he...oh god, brings the crotch of them to his mouth, sucking. You rub over your mound, upper lips, clit as you watch each other. He winks, tosses them aside, grins as he spreads you more, kisses over your thighs, hips, pelvis, wrist, hand, licks over your fingers, and you hold one out for him to slowly, firmly suck... “Fuck,” you sigh, palming yourself, the shivers going through you to your pussy as you moan out “fuck, Brendon..."

He slides off and you spread yourself, popping out your clit. He barely presses his tongue tip against it, and you wonder if he can feel the blood pulsing there, how swollen it is, because you sure can. He laps gently over, using lots of wetness, a few times, then switches to back n forth, and you take his hand again, squeezing, other in his hair, rotating your hips. “Circles, baby...fast n soft...” and he does... You like circles the best usually, with anything, tongue, finger, the tip of his dick...when you grind on him... “My sweet baby, my sweet boy,” you moan. “Oh god, B, don't stopdon'tstopfuckIneedI'mgonna—oh god fuck me like that, faster, fuckmeohfuuuuck...fuckfuck...” He switches to your labia as your contractions subside, letting you come down some, still trembling and panting. He doesn't even give you a minute before he's sucking over you firmer, moving till he gathers up your clit, lips sealed, sucking and sucking, rhythmically, quickly, and not too hard. Cupping your ass, kneading it as you rock into it for more, back when you need it gentler. Head, womb, pussy, everything throbbing as you burst again. “Oh, god, B...cmere...”

He moves over you, fingertips swirling circles over pussy before you wrap around him, pressing as much of him, including his half hard dick, to you as you can, wriggling, rocking, loving his weight on you. You pull his panties down his ass, and he eagerly takes the hint. Kissing him long and a lot, sharing your taste, the flavored lube. Faintly tasting the fruit, even him. Doing a drum roll on his bum, with sound effects, as you both giggle, then stroke, then squeeze. “My bestest squishie...” Kiss over his jaw, cheek, nose. “With the cutest nosie,” you sigh...fuck you love his skin on yours, feeling both your laughter, your breaths. Your soft, muscled, warm squishball cutie pie.

“My bestest, favouritest squishie,” he answers, lifting you both up for you to straddle and wrap around him and it's too soon--“Too dizzy, babe”--so he places you back down, grinning as he launches into a different song. Tenacious D again, but an even better one: Double Team. Kissing your neck, shoulder, rocking his underside along your snatch, making sure you're pressed together, the oil letting you slip along each other some easily. Both giggling a lot. B sometimes follows the action of the song, and you join in too.

“Really flowing, B,” you giggle. “Feel how wet I am?” you whisper, rocking back faster. Stroke his back, his ass, suck and kiss over his neck as you dip between his cheeks, rubbing softly. “Where's the incense? We can settle for candles.” Passably beat boxing a disco beat until you both fall into giggles.

“I'm not gonna rip my jeans, I'm gonna cream them.”

You chuckle at the mention of that I Ripped My Jeans song. “Ridiculous. No, ridiculously hot...seeing my horny boy come in his pants... Sex.”

“Have you ever been worked on/By two guys who are hot for your snatch?”

“Sex...And yes, many a time...” Mostly with him, and only with him since you got serious.

He tickles your scalp, neck with the lines about the feather and french tickler. You squeeze him to you tighter. “No toe sucking, you ain't getting offa me.” The next lines have you giggling harder. And you keep him from finishing the song with your laughter, repeating “splooge” over and over in different accents, tones, volumes, then suddenly switching to “Hail Satan!”

“The question is, who's Satan?”

“Me. But you're my second in command; I rule hell, with you as my beloved consort. My beloved boy...”

If your boobs were bigger, they'd be getting smooshed, you wouldn't be able to press quite as close, squeeze him to you so much, or it'd hurt; instead they fit along him so well. Your chubbier lower belly, hips, thighs give him some cushioning. You don't feel weirdly proportioned when you're having sex with him anymore, or when you're leaning together, hugging, lazing on the couch.

He's nuzzling over your neck when he chuckles. “I think I forgot something...”

“What?”

“Guess you can't feel it, huh?”

“Oh, the blueberry!” You clench and then you can feel it. You're tight, but not that tight. And your vaginal walls ain't your clit or labia. He faces you on his side, and you push down as a finger slides in, looking for your ok before adding a second, easing it in. You're so wet, puffy and relaxed it's easy going, letting him scoop it out easier. You like to think you're giving him a vagina hug when you squeeze him.

“You know I'll still eat it,” he winks, and pops it in, sliding a different finger in for more hugs.

You turn into him, wrapping him back up, sharing the taste. “Can't decide if I wanna keep you smooshed to me or if we should get to the toys...”

“Let's do both then, hmm?”

He moves away, swaying his hips as he goes, then fucking pops his ass up in the air again as he grabs the bag, making you giggle and flex your vulva muscles. “Which one first, darlin?” he murmurs, spreading the four toys out. A double bullet, a rotating rabbit, a simple slim squishy one, a handsfree butterfly...

The double bullets are different sizes: a slim longer one, barely thicker than a finger, and a egg shaped one, which you've not done together before, but the latter is still familiar so you go with that.

“Want to do the honours?” he asks after opening it and putting the batteries in. You nod, reaching out.

You turn it about half way, not wanting to shock your pussy. He holds the bullets in his open palm and you both giggle as they knock together. You know you want the fat one on your upper labia and clit, but aren't sure about the slim one... You get on your knees and give B smoochies before dribbling some lube onto them and his palm. “Rub me, B...” you invite, spreading out on your back, wriggling your hips.

He grins. “Think I'll do... this...” he answers, whole hand cupping, stroking over as much of your mound and vulva as he can get to, other hand holding the bullets by the cords, moving over your thighs, lower belly, mound, the creases where thigh meets groin. “Fuck, love the feel of your pussy,” he sighs absently, and you rub up against him, grinning and mmming. And she loves the feel of you, B, you think.

He finally shifts, holding your labia, almost squishing them, as he runs the bullets over them, until you're wriggling, spreading your legs, and they dip between them, finally focusing on your clit, knocking together. “Lucky fuckers,” he winks.

“Don't be jealous, Bren,” you tease back. “Wouldn't leave my bestest boy for a toy or two...”

“What about five of them?” he jokes.

You shake your head, “nuhuh. Never”ing. “Well, I'd take em as long as I still get you too...”

He slides fingertips over your cleft after gliding the egg sized bullet over you, gathering your wet to graze over your clit, asking “Do you know how wet you feel?”

Thanks to him. You nod, closing your legs some and wriggling. Hand reaching out for his, guiding it how it feels best, circles over your clit, and he catches on, leaving you free to stroke over his arms, chest, pull him closer. Fuck, you love kissing him... Rubbing over his back, all that soft skin. Closer still, getting his warmth on you. Hips swivelling subtly, gasping out faster or softer or like that... His lips on your neck, your hands in his hair, as you come, swearing, freezing up, panting... He knows you need it subtle again after you come, lightly gliding over your lips, massaging circles... Your hand feels blindly, finds the other cord, slides the slim one inside, and you can feel it shaking through your whole pussy now, subtler inside. His thumb circles gently over your clit as you slide the egg over your lower labia, letting sensation recenter... build in your glans as those bulbs underneath fucking ache for it deliciously, desperately. You start rocking into it as he circles faster, tilt just right, tensing, and you're coming again. “Motherfucker!”

“Potty mouth,” he scolds kindly. He's one to talk, you think, giving him a funny look. He slides the egg between your labia, around the rim, touching the two vibes. You turn it down and guide it back up, pressing softly into the left side. His hand stroking over your mound, pussy, thighs, hips, as he kisses over your breasts, warm softly sucking mouth and tongue on your nipples. “Rub all over...my pussy,” you gasp, and his palm covers you, circling, and you're coming again. You move the egg away, grind along him lightly, still swearing. “Inside...”

“One finger, y/n?”

“Mmmhmm...leave the vibe in...” You want him to feel it and you all around him. He easily slides inside your soaked, snug, full, welcoming pussy. Your whole pussy loves welcoming him home. The thought makes you smile. He comes home a lot. The porch, the doorway, the living room, the kitchen... Too busy needily moaning and begging to laugh. Not quite enough to come, but it feels too good to want to rush coming, or change his palm and finger and your pussy rocking together. You keep rolling, needing, needing, grabbing his shoulders, hair, blindly, face screwed up. “I need, Bren, please fuck me, I need, please, I--fuck--need, let me come, please let me come...”

“What does my baby need? My...mouth?...Another finger? Vibe?”

You grab his hand, press it to you, grind firmer, thighs squeezed around it, quickly crying out in frustration, pulling his palm away, grasping his thumb, circling the pad over your clit, light and quick as you rock back and forth.

“That's it, huh?” he murmurs as you pant, feeling your contractions, feeling your whole pussy pulse, flex, for him. Keeping up, and you're not stopping... not stopping... Your whole pussy, whole clitoris, throbbing for him, the contractions not stopping. Not a continual orgasm, but pretty close, unable to still, calling out for him with mouth and cunt, peaking another two times before you need a minute. Still crying out, but for him to soothe, gentle that needy, swollen mess of pleasure.

His thumb stroking over your labia, kissing you, over and over, free hand stroking your hair, massaging your scalp, your own hands running down and up his back and ass... pulling him to you, getting his thigh between yours, rocking nice and easy on him, welcoming his weight. Sweat, warmth, skin... Feeling sleepy, but he can totally coax you into more orgasms in a couple minutes, you bet.

“My sweet girl, my sexy, delicious, horny girl,” he whispers, kissing over your face, neck, half hard dick and balls warm and soft rubbing over your pelvis, mound. “Sleepy?” he teases.

“Eh, think I can keep goin' if you do most of the work,” you smile.

His thigh slides away and you pout but his hand finds you again, thumb stroking between your lips as his palm rests on your thigh and outer labia. Getting you even wetter before his finger slides in, pushing up and tapping the slow vibing bullet, pressing into your front wall, making your bladder feel full, a great way to make you crave more orgasms, dammit. Thumbing over your clit, then palming, then thumb, then palm, back to thumb and finally sticking with it as you grind, lazy and wanting.

“Oh, fuck, B...fuck...” Building, turning the vibe a bit higher, and he starts thrusting more than rocking and you moan out your “fuck yes” when he asks if you want another finger. Careful again, but fast, sliding in and out, rocking, curling his fingers to massage, according to your movements and instructions. So close... but you're getting kind of sore already. His other hand is sideways over your mound, thumb circling over your clit, and you're desperate again, shaking, bearing down, pushing, and you're coming, coming and peeing a little bit, and it's a nice, soothing orgasm, that doesn't satiate but is...lovely, still wanting. But... “Ouch, B...”

And he's sliding his fingers out slowly, rubbing over your mound, immediately apologizing, “Sorry, darlin, want the vibe out too? Just outside again?”

Seeing him suck your slick off the bullet turns you on even more as he raises his eyebrows, then grins cheekily.

“Kiss it better?” you ask slyly, waggling your eyebrows.

“Thought I was the cheeseball,” he giggles, wriggling down already. Making “mwah” sounds as he smooches over your mound, outer lips, inner, adding in some tender licks and sucks as he moves over your clit, still sore opening, then whole inner pussy, sometimes moaning soft into you. Your hands in his hair, stroking, lightly scratching. His wet hands massaging your hips and thighs. “My sweet girl...” Oh god, you had forgotten you...well...but whatever taste there was of that must be already licked away, so you let yourself relax back into his mouth, answering that he's your sweet boy. You didn't think you'd want to again yet, but you do...maybe you want another strong one, tilting your clit onto his tongue, trembling, tensing as he sweeps over it, circles, mouth sealed over you, sucking easy but rhythmically, and—“Oh god, ohfuckohfuckfuckme....yeah, like that....fuck.”

You slow, tugging his hair, and he goes lighter, but you want... so much squish... like... fuck, why can't he get his mouth and dick on your vulva at the same damn time? “B...the slim squishy one...where's the little fucker?”

“Which slim squishy little guy?”

“Not my fave one, the other one. You're slim but still more than an inch...” He rolls away, having to look a moment before finding the bag. He quickly opens it, finds the batteries, and you gather some of your slick as you pop open the lube, mixing them, sliding down his semi, cupping his package, getting it even slicker. Your favorite little guy, part of your even favoriter little guy.

You have an idea.

You keep stroking him lightly, flinging your legs open, tilting up. "Gonna slide it in?" you tease, so glad he likes teases. He slides the purple, rippled, and most importantly squishy and slim vibe in. He turns the base slowly until you sigh “that's good.” You squeeze down and relax repeatedly, fast at first, then slower. It's actually squishy. You switch between his hips, thighs, pelvis, dick and balls, petting blindly after your eyes close. He kisses soft over your face, neck, chest, sometimes rocking the toy, nudging your cervix, sometimes slipping it in and out, slow and easy, then stilling, sometimes slipping it out, length between your labia, up and down or all over, same with the tip over your clit, sliding it back in before you get too close to coming. Two can play at that, you think, petting over his belly, breasts, lips, back down, sometimes stroking over his back and bum, between his cheeks, only occasionally going to his dick. Once you feel yourself slip into relaxation, then into a still soothed building arousal, one hand leaves him to find your clit, circling, other hand loosely wrapping around him as he rocks a bit into your grip. Loose and teasy so he doesn't get too hard. "Hey B...gonna let me use yours too?" He's not much more than half hard, and fuck you want it rubbing over you.

He grins against your neck, up for whatever you have in mind, and you wrap him in your arms to bring him close, and you love that he knows you want his dick in all sorts of states. If anything, a semi feels even better. "Where should I go?" "Let's try...on top of me...wanna slide you all over me." You stroke over his balls as he settles over you, letting his tip brush over your mound as you kiss him, then hold him so you can run his silky soft but firm tip over your lips, down to where the vibe is sticking out, back up, rocking against him already.

"Can you feel it? The vibrations?"

"Can feel you more, y/n, fuck...so wet...puffy too."

You slide him over the middle lightly, getting more wetness over him, jerking him as you press him to your clit, hoping his head can feel you all over as you slide him up and down, then in a circle around your pussy.

"Know you like it too..." Your free hand finds the bullets, wrangles with the cords till you've got the controller, turns them back on, but low. You slide the slim one between you, getting it all wet again before rubbing it between his tip and your clit. He gasp-moans so dirty, arms shaking from it and holding himself up once you turn it higher, press firmer on him. Fuck you love watching his face, so fucking gorgeous. And people thought his o-faces on stage were as good as he could look, all debauched, blissful, happy, flushed... This is even better. And his noises, trembling, feeling his pulse and heat and silken skin and fuck... If you got his frenulum just right and held it, he wouldn't be able to hold himself up, would come, you bet. Before this, you'd used your only vibrator together, a single bullet vibe. He is such a curious, horny boy you quickly learned he liked it too, if he was wet enough and you teased his head, especially the underside, with a firmer pressure than you usually needed. Also on his balls, perineum, the first inch or so below his tip. Fuck, you don't know whether you want him to come really soon, or get you off with the toys and his dick a couple times first. You circle the bullet and his tip over you quicker, still rhythmic. “Oh, god, B, fuck...” You roll you both over onto your sides, leg over his hip, rocking along him too, wanting to bear down, tensing, but...not quite. The toy is squishy, but it's been in a little too long, and it's getting in the way: you want to feel your boy more and you think it'd be better if you could squeeze down more... “Take—oh fuck—take—please? Like...I can't...”

“Shh, got you, y/n...” he whispers, shifting to reach between you. “Done with this one?” You nod, and he's easing it out of you. You are desperate at the break in stimulation, break from him on you, forehead finding his neck, bringing him closer, clenching down, needing, rolling on top of him, pining him, grinding on him messily, dimly aware the bullet is between your bellies—the feeling makes you chuckle, getting upright, dizzy, the shift pressing his balls and base to your lower vulva, to those aching bulbs, the ridge of his head just brushing your clit and you grind, and grind, and fuck—“Oh, please, oh fuck, oh fuck...” turning to wordless cries as you come, everything pounding and bursting. Oh god, more pee. But you need. You lean forward, press to him, kiss his lips, jaw, neck, back to those luscious lips, hands in his hair... His arms wrap around you, then stroke over your back and ass, then find your hair, muffling your moans with his kisses. You need to stay close, close... You rock faster, firmer, pressing hard into him, the fact he's hard, not rock hard, but...deliciously hard, doing the rest, you both giving you all that pressure you need over your whole aching, convulsing pussy. You're still moving against him as you come down from another orgasm, slow, needy, but fuck. You can't... Achy, still calling out for him, but... fuck. Everything so wet between you. You flush even more, wonder if he knows you're still embarrassed by it, especially given the whimpering he's doing, rocking gently into you, trying not to, both of you pulsing.

“Fuck, babe, so fucking...fuck.” Voice thick, cutting of into a whimper-moan. Your sexy boy. You nuzzle over his neck, suck, making him gasp, and you grind into him.

Your baby did such a good job holding on for you, letting you use his dick, trying not to come... “Jesus, B...fuck...my sweet boy gonna come for me?” He doesn't rock harder or faster, but you tug his hair, suck a bit harder on his neck, rock over his dick and balls firmly, and he moans so much, desperate, throbbing, then spurting over both your pelvises and lower bellies.

You'll both need a shower. Multiple fluids messing up you two and the sheets. Thank fuck for plastic sheets. You keep rubbing along him as he softens, hoping it's not too much. It is. “Christ...could...gonna rub on my thigh?”

He pets over your pussy, outer lips, and you get distracted asking him to massage with his thumb gently over your achy parts. Spoiler: that's pretty much your whole snatch. He swaps it out for his thigh and that lets you squish him more, kissing over his sweaty angel boy face. You roll over, him on top, getting the vibe from under you to turn it off, then wrap around him. You gasp, feeling a little shame even now, as he licks his hand off.

“Don't be embarrassed, y/n... It's ok, more than ok...” You believe him, know that he's not grossed out. But it's not supposed to be that, if something like that happens—oh fuck it. And fuck his thigh.

You probably won't be trying to come for a while, might not come again... we'll say until after you get a proper meal in you, but... even if your pussy goes “nope, and hell nope” to more orgasms, she sure ain't saying no to B's thighs. Or anywhere else she can rub softly on.

“Shower, Bren?”

He nods. “As long as someone keeps humping me...”

"Who is this someone? Another elf?”

“Didn't know you wanted Jake to join us,” he giggles as you both get up, shaky.

“Both Jakes?” you say eagerly, smooching him.

“One for each of us, or are we sharing all around?” he asks. Both of you glad your apartment is an apartment: no stairs.

“All around...” The elder Jake wouldn't actually since Kate, but the younger...

You caress over his front, smooching his shoulders and neck, as he turns the shower on and he spins around, kissing and enwrapping you. You grabs his hips, backing him into the sink, rocking on his thigh, and his eyes flicker shut. Fuck... One hand moving to his ass... “Gonna turn around for me, baby?” He “hell yes”es as he does. Leaning over the sink, legs spreading some as press to him, aligning your mound to his bum. His face in the mirror as he looks at you, both slick from the oils and everything else, his eyes slipping shut as you grind into him. Pulling him up with arms hooked under him, fingers over his shoulders, to mouth over them, wanting him so much, stroking over his still flushed torso... “Always my lovely boy, B...”

You register the hot water still running, steaming up the bathroom. Luckily, you can hump a bit more in the shower. Then again when you get out, laying him out on his belly, straddling and rocking on him. Maybe your pussy won't say no to more orgasms for very long, because all of you sure is saying yes to more of this...

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Endless Summer Book 4 : Daughter of Vaanu (Chapter 31)

Description: Before he can make his next move, Caleb must face the leader of his new gang. Meanwhile, Alodia and Tahira make Thanksgiving plans.

Tagging: @xo-endlessmayhem-xo ; @princesstopgun ; @mysteli ; @endlesshero1122 ; @whatmcsaid

Chapter 31 : Lines of Loyalty

Caleb

The next phase of my plan requires finesse. Precision. It requires subterfuge, which I am not a fan of. I recognize the necessity of it sometimes, but it always feels dishonest. I mean, subterfuge is always dishonest, that's the whole point. But what I mean is that it feels like a compromise. Playing by the rules of the corrupt system, even if I'm privately defying them. Letting them believe they have my support, even if it's only temporary. I would much rather come storming in and make a bold statement. I want them to know why their shit is falling apart in front of them, and I want them to know right away. I want them to know it was me.

Gigi would argue that you can still get all that same satisfaction from subterfuge if you do it right, but I'm still skeptical. Speaking of the psychobitch, if I'm gonna do this subterfuge thing right, I have to keep her from getting suspicious. I've been making sure to check in with one of her spies on the edge of Bayside every couple of days, but I know that I can't stay in Northbridge indefinitely. The longer I delay going back to the squatter nest and giving her something concrete, the more suspicious she'll get, and the more likely I am to end up neck-deep in particularly rancid shit. The closer I get to the probable deadline, the faster I go through my Camels. I make what I estimate to be my third stop at that convenience store to stock up for the road with a six-pack each of beer and generic cola, a fresh pack of Camels, and a couple of those burritos—which I think actually has to be laced with crack or something because convenience stores should not have burritos this good.

Just like the last two times, the dark-haired kid is behind the counter, and his grizzled old biker manager rings out the beer and smokes before slumping back to the storeroom. I cast a critical eye over the kid while he finishes ringing up the cola and burritos. I find my gaze drawn to the racks of candy under the counter and impulsively grab a bag of gummy bears to toss on my pile.

“Those too.”

“Sure thing.” The kid scoops up the gummy bears, scanning them and dropping them in the plastic bag with the rest of my shit. He gives me my total and I pull out a slim wad of bills from my pocket, peeling off a twenty. I hold it out to him, reaching into the bag to pull out the Camels.

“So...do you live here or something?” Tapping the pack against my palm, I read the nametag pinned to the front of the kid's polo. “...Dylan?”

Dylan plucks the twenty from between my fingers, looking reproachfully at me. “Of course not.”

“So, I look back in that storeroom, I'm not gonna find your four kids and a dog?” I pull the tab on the cellophane cover. It crackles angrily as I tug off the top half. The heat in the store is on full blast to combat the cold November air constantly streaming through the doors, and the dry air makes the cellophane stick to my hand more than usual. Dylan eyes the pack in my left hand as I shake my right furiously, trying to dislodge the clear wrapper.

“Those things'll kill you, you know,” he mutters.

I roll my eyes. “Oh, golly gee, will they? I didn't know that because I've lived my whole life in a goddamn cave, and I can't actually read this warning label right here on the pack! Fuck off. Unlike you, I'm an adult.”

Dylan grumbles a reply that sounds like a warning not to light up inside, and jabs a button on the cash register. I grunt and stuff the pack in my pocket with the inner foil still sealed, giving my cellophane-draped hand another shake. I hold my left hand out for my change, and Dylan grudgingly counts it out into my palm, dropping the coins on top.

“Hey, you know what else'll fucking kill you? Skipping lunch near daily. Probably at about the same rate as smoking. I dunno, I'm no doctor.” I finally paw the cellophane off on the rim of the plastic bag and grab it by the handles, dropping the handful of coins and singles back on the counter. “Keep the change. Buy yourself one of these crack burritos. Seriously, convenience store food has no business being this good.”

Before he can reply, I stalk out the door and into the biting cold, the door's tiny brass clapper bell trilling behind me.

* * *

Traffic is bad getting out of the city, so the whole drive to Squatterville takes over an hour. Enough time for me to puff through half the pack. I'm driving a junker of a minivan that's at least as old as I am, so old that it doesn't even have a CD player. Just a cassette slot. But I did manage to find an old-fashioned cassette adapter and portable CD player last time I went looking for the kind of obsolete electronics that a guy in my position can actually afford. I put on a burned CD of a bunch of songs from a bunch of those rock metal bands out of northern Europe, the ones with the female lead singers and their reality-defying powerhouse voices ringing out over electric guitars, drums, and epic orchestras. I turn the volume up as much as I can stand, put the heater on full blast, and lower the driver's side window. I spend the journey smoking, tapping ashes off the end of my cigarette through the open window, and tossing the butts out onto the road. In between cigarettes, I scarf down two burritos and guzzle three colas. I toss the wrappers and empty cans into the dark space behind the front seats, where I rarely look. The nicotine coursing through my blood keeps me calm enough on the drive, but as I get closer to Squatterville, closer to Gigi, I start wishing I'd bought another pack.

Gotta keep sight of the goal. The goal right now is to buy myself some more time. I need something to tell Gigi so she'll let me go back to Northbridge for awhile. Something close enough to the truth to be convincing, but far enough that she won't get wind of what I'm really doing. Something to grab her interest enough that she'll let me go on with it, but not enough that she'll want to come along for the ride. Squatterville is fast approaching. I may have to wing it a little.

I turn off the main road onto a quiet side road. The side road turns to crumbling pavement, then gravel, dirt, and finally nothing more than a grassy path cut into the trees with two long barren ruts permanently worn into it by countless tires passing over. I park on the side of a hill and tuck the half-empty pack of Camels in the inner pocket of my jacket, zipping up against the chill. I shove the gummy bears into one hip pocket, and all the cash and change I have on me into the other. Unable to put it off any longer, I climb out of the car and make my way up the hill into the trees.

The sun is already starting to sink in the sky, and the trees make long, stark shadows that obscure the uneven path. I step carefully, not quite willing to use the emergency flashlight that dangles from my keyring. One of the other squatters will spot me and let Gigi know I'm coming, if she's at home. No need to alarm anyone. If someone particularly twitchy is on guard, startling them could mean I end up with a knife stuck somewhere in me or worse.

I can make out a few signs that she's home as I trudge toward the abandoned houses. She's got her own little code of symbols and signs that she'll trace in the dirt or spell out with sticks or pebbles to let us know where she is. I also hear movement in the trees that I'm pretty sure isn't being caused by animals. It's almost dark by the time I reach the cluster of abandoned houses. A small campfire burns in the small no man's land between the treeline and the edge of the nearest house. Gigi stands beside it, watching me approach with a smirk on her pretty face.

I gotta be real, Gigi is...unfathomably good-looking. She's got this creamy, pale skin, these full, pouting lips that she emphasizes with deep red lipstick, clear blue eyes, and long waves of silky auburn hair. How she stays so flawless is a mystery, living the way we do, but I'm guessing she spends at least half the time she disappears working on her appearance. ...Or maybe she just has good genes. However she does it, she at least knows how to use what nature has given her. She wears form-fitting black clothes that hug the curves of her hourglass figure, and heeled boots to emphasize her shapely calves and ass, as well as add a couple inches to her height. She looks like the kind of woman you know you shouldn't tangle with, but you kinda want to anyway. You wanna know what makes her tick, even if you don't think you'll like the answer, or the experience of finding out.

She licks her lips in a way that reminds me of a hungry wolf. She's got the large split ring on the end of a teddy bear keychain around her index finger, and she twirls it around her finger as she watches me approach.

“Well, well, well. Look who the cat dragged in. Welcome back, Pyro.”

I exhale slowly. “Hey, G...how's tricks?”

She pulls a face, pushing her lower lip into an exaggerated pout. “Aww, Pyro. You know by now that I don't turn tricks. I don't need to.” She grins, catching the teddy bear in her palm. “Step into my office.”

She leads me into one of the old ranch houses, into the master bedroom, which she has claimed as her space. Besides a queen-sized mattress on the floor, she also has a beat up old office desk and swivel chair. The desk is metal and tends to give electric shocks in the winter. She flips a switch on a portable generator. Light from the work lamps mounted on the walls floods the room. She turns to face me.

“Arms out, Pyro.”

I sigh, grudgingly holding my arms out to the side. I've gotten used to this routine by now. She approaches and pushes her hands into my hip pockets. She pulls the money out of my left pocket and throws it on the desk without looking too hard. She's found the bag of gummy bears in the other pocket, and her face has lit up with glee. She pulls out the bag and rips it open, digging out a small handful. For a moment, she just gazes down at the colorful pile of candy in her palm, a wolfish grin on her face. She selects a green bear and sniffs it before putting it to her lips and sucking it into her mouth. I watch for a minute or so while she savors each chewy little bear.

“Uh...can I put my arms down?” Gigi holds up one finger, slowly chewing. I sigh, rolling my eyes. “G, come on. My shoulders are getting sore.”

Gigi finishes the handful and sticks her hands into my jacket pockets. Finding nothing in the outer pockets, she searches the inner ones and comes up with my cigarettes. I close my eyes, trying not to audibly groan.

“Camels?” At the sound of her voice, I open my eyes to find her arching an eyebrow at me. “You know I prefer Winston's.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, G, well you know what? I prefer Camels, and I didn't get them for you.”

She chuckles, pulling one out and sticking the filtered end between her teeth. For a moment, she looks at me, and I know she's debating whether or not she should make me light it for her. Apparently deciding against it, she produces a lighter printed with images of the Powerpuff Girls from her jacket pocket and lights up. I should have bought a few more packs, stashed them in the dark in the back of my van. But I know the one time I do will be the one time she decides to send one of her broken goons to search it. So now I'm watching her puff through my nicotine stash, and I don't even know if she's gonna let me go to get more any time soon. She exhales a pungent cloud and leans back against her desk.

“So, where have you been, Pyro? It's been awhile.”

I take this as a cue that I can finally put my arms down. “Northbridge. Didn't Roach tell you as much?”

“Of course. But you were extremely vague about what you were doing. Enlighten me.”

Okay, Caleb. Here goes nothing. “I was looking into the Prism Crystal. You've probably heard that Dragonness and Silas Prescott have both returned alive.”

“I had heard that, yes. What's it to do with you?”

“G, I can conjure flames because I came in contact with the Prism Crystal. I've heard speculation that injecting himself with liquid prism has given Silas Prescott a brain tumor. I just want to know if that's gonna happen to me.”

She regards me critically for a moment, taking another drag on the cigarette between her teeth and exhaling the smoke. She moves around the desk to sit on the other side, propping her feet up on top of it.

“What did you find out?”

“Not a whole lot.” I shove my hands in my pockets, choosing my next words carefully. “...Except that I think the Prism Crystal might be linked to the Island's Heart.”

Gigi glances up sharply, icy blue eyes narrowing. “...Of course they're linked. I know they're linked. I've always known. ...Are you saying you have proof?”

“Not on me. But yeah. I saw an old security video inside one of Prescott's facilities. From like, twenty-five years ago. He let it drop that the prism crystal came from La Huerta.”

“...But you didn't take the tape?”

“Well, no. I was in a hurry to get outta there. But the important thing is that we know, right?”

Predictably, she scowls at me. “No. Of course that's not the important thing. For all I know you're lying to me. And if you're not, Prescott or one of his loyal dogs could have erased that footage or destroyed it.”

I sigh, trying to arrange my features into something contrite. “...You're right. I fucked up there. But I think I know how to set it right.”

“And how is that?”

“Dragonness. I worked with her once, and I met with her again while I was in Northbridge. I think she's got more information on both the Prism Crystal and the Island's Heart. Thing is...she's not really feeling all that trusting toward me right now since I didn't stick with her little gang of corporate tools once the dust had settled.”

“And...what do you suggest?”

“Let me go back to Northbridge and work her a little while. I save a few kittens from trees, help a few old ladies cross the street, get back on her good side...”

Gigi snorts. “And you assume she's just gonna spill on everything then?” she sneers. “No. No way it's gonna be that easy.”

“Okay, probably not. Might take awhile. But I think she knows something about Alodia Chandler.”

Once again, Gigi rises to the bait, narrowing her eyes at me. “...Like what?”

“Like why Rourke was so crazy obsessed with her. What she's got to do with the infamous Island's Heart.”

Gigi is silent for a long time. I watch the Camel get shorter between her lips. This is a particularly dangerous bluff. I don't know if Tahira actually knows shit about Alodia. I have a suspicion she does, but that's all it is.

“...Alodia Chandler is the one who killed me.”

“I know. You told me.”

“...But why should that matter to you?”

This question I can answer honestly. “It doesn't. What matters to me is figuring out the Prism Crystal. I am hoping that the chance to find some shit out about Alodia is appealing enough to you that you'll let me off the hook for awhile so I can play the hero in Northbridge and gain Dragonness' confidence.”

“Let you off the hook,” she drawls, tapping an ash off the end of the cigarette. “But I assume you want me to keep you on the payroll.”

“I get how that could be a damned inconvenience. But it would be appreciated if you were able.”

“If I were able to keep paying you for jobs you aren't actually contributing to? If I were able to go out of my way to arrange for payments to be dropped while you play errand boy to a bunch of superpowered busy-bodies?”

I ignore the jab, spreading my hands in a pose like surrender. “Like I said. I get how it could be a damned inconvenience. I can make my own way if necessary.”

Gigi is quiet for awhile, considering. Then she shakes her head. “No. You work off my payroll, there's no guarantee you're not aiming to break with me.”

I can't help smirking ruefully. “Break with you, G? Never.”

She ignores me, pinning me with an ice-blue glare. Her gaze doesn't leave my face as she snuffs out the Camel on the surface of her desk with over an inch left before the filter. Watching it is almost physical agony. She must realize it, because she smirks.

“We'll arrange a drop. But you get half your usual cut, so you better make it stretch.” She drags the bag of gummy bears toward her and pierces one with the nail of her index finger, bringing it to her mouth. “I'll let you do your thing, Pyro. But you better deliver. Fire magic or not, I can make you sorry if you cross me.”

I nod. As completely batshit cracked as it may sound, I believe her. I totally fucking believe her.

Alodia

Not long past noon on Tuesday morning, I'm enjoying a leisurely lunch at the kitchen table, flipping through a dance magazine, when my phone rings. Michelle's name flashes on my screen. I tap the phone a couple times to put her on speaker.

“Hey, Michelle. What's up?”

“Hey, Alodia. I just got home from work, and I wanted to check up on you before I get some sleep.”

I feel a frown crease my brow, and I'm glad we're not video chatting. “Okay, I know I said I was okay with you being a little alarmist about my health, but I also happen to know you work twelve-hour shifts. I promise you, I can wait until you've gotten some sleep.”

“And I happen to know that you trust me more than your own OB-GYN, in spite of the fact that my speciality is neurology. We'll both feel better if you just tell me what she said at your appointment yesterday.”

“Well, she agrees with you that it's probably nothing to worry about, just the uterus pressing on the nerves, all very normal. She ran all the tests she thought were necessary and nothing unusual is going on.”

“And the baby's healthy?”

“Well, she didn't take an ultrasound or anything. Mostly because I feel confident saying that River's alive and enthusiastically kickboxing in there. I've got the big ultrasound scheduled for after Thanksgiving, and that's when we'll learn the sex.”

“Well, that's exciting. Are you going to tell us when you find out? Or are you gonna let Raj and Craig grow the pool a little more first?”

I laugh. “Of course we'll tell you all. At some point, they're gonna have to start betting on when I deliver, aren't they?”

“Almost certainly.” She pauses for a moment. “Are you cleared to travel for Thanksgiving then?”

“Yeah. But that doesn't exactly stop Jake from being nervous about me traveling on a public airplane while pregnant. Says they're flying cesspools, especially when they're packed with holiday travelers.”

“He's not wrong, you know. Why not just get a charter flight from Aleister and Estela? You know they'd be happy to arrange it. They do have other pilots besides Jake and Mike on their payroll.”

“Because his parents are going to be picking us up from the airport, and I want everything to feel as normal as possible when I first meet them. I mean, our whole situation is going to be hard enough for them to swallow without adding in that we have powerful friends who can arrange charter flights right off the bat.”

“The strangeness of your situation won't matter so much once they meet you,” Michelle declares confidently. “They're going to love you. Especially when they realize how much you love their son.”

“Aww, thanks. How is everything on your end?”

She is quiet long enough that concern stirs in my gut. Finally, she sighs. “Oh...you know...”

“That...doesn't make it sound like things are going well.”

“It's nothing serious. I'm just a little burned out right now. ...Burned out and bummed out...”

“What's going on?”

“It's really nothing. I've been switching shifts and covering shifts like crazy to get the time off to come to California for the New Year, and then to actually get married in March, so I haven't had a lot of time outside of work.”

“Well, that explains the burnout. But why the bum-out?”

“Well, both Sean and I have to work on Thanksgiving. The Condors have the Thanksgiving game again, and Tricia's going to be going to watch, and I'm working from noon to midnight, so there's not much chance the three of us will get to share Thanksgiving as a family this year. Plus, you're in California with Jake and Diego, Estela and Quinn are in San Trobida, Craig and Zahra are having Thanksgiving with his family, Raj is in Rome, Aleister and Grace have gone back to London...”

“So, you and Sean are the only Catalysts in Northbridge for Thanksgiving?”

“Exactly. I guess I'm just feeling lonely. I miss you all. ...I guess that's the one thing I'll always miss about La Huerta, is having everyone right there.”

“I know what you mean. I'm really looking forward to New Year's Eve and having all the Catalysts back together, even if it's only for a night.”

“But that's more than a month off yet...” The weight of melancholy in her voice makes my heart squeeze. She sounds exhausted. Dispirited.

“Aww, Michelle...”

“Don't you start worrying about me, Alodia,” she chides gently. “You look after that baby of yours.”

“I'm gonna take some time off in January or February to come to Northbridge before the wedding,” I promise. “If only to get properly fitted for my dress. And I'm already making plans for your bachelorette party in March.”

“As long as those plans don't involve you drinking, I look forward to them.”

After a couple more minutes, we say our goodbyes and hang up so that Michelle can get some rest. I sit at the table for awhile, staring at my phone. The conversation has left me...unsettled. I'm not worried about Michelle per se. At least...I'm not worried that she's falling into an emotional pit, or that she's suffering anything more insidious than a combination of burnout and disappointment at having to spend the holiday apart from her family. Still, I don't like hearing her sound so tired and unhappy.

I have no idea what Sean's training schedule is going to be like right now, but I take a chance and call him. He picks up.

“Hey, Alodia. What's up?”

“Hey, Sean. Hope I'm not interrupting a practice or anything?”

He chuckles. “Trust me, if you had called during a practice, I wouldn't have answered because I value my life. I'm actually just at the grocery store. ...Is everything okay?”

“It's all okay on my end. But I just spoke to Michelle.”

There's a pause. “Yeah...?”

“I don't know. She just seems...really down right now. She was talking about how you both have to work on Thanksgiving, and how she's covering a lot of extra hours to be able to come for New Year's...I guess I'm just kinda concerned.”

He sighs. “Yeah. I don't really blame you. You know how she is when she's got a goal. She doesn't give herself nearly as much slack as she should.”

“Not unlike you in that way,” I quip.

I can practically hear the wry smirk in his voice, “Hey, there's a reason we connected at Hartfeld. Two aces at the top of our respective games, biting off way more than we could chew...many a romantic evening we spent pulling all-nighters together.”

“But you've learned to give yourself some breathing room at least...to give yourself credit and not carry the burden all on your own...”

“So has she,” he says gently. “You know her, Alodia. You know what she needed most back then, what her biggest weakness was.”

“She didn't trust people. She wasn't willing to need anyone.”

“Just the fact that she told you she was feeling upset shows how far she's come, doesn't it?”

I am quiet for a moment, thinking this over. I suppose it is encouraging that even though she called to check up on me, Michelle did not require a lot of probing to admit that she was feeling under pressure herself.

“You're right. It does.”

“But you're also right. Michelle has been working way too hard lately, and I know not getting to spend Thanksgiving together is a major disappointment. Don't worry, though. I have a brilliant plan to make it up to her.”

“Good.” I exhale slowly, feeling myself relax. “You've gotten...really insightful in the last five years.”

“Yeah, well...I ended up going through some therapy after graduation. It helped clarify a lot of what was going through my head after the island. ...Helped me deal with the trauma and the grief, not just from what we went through, but everything before the island, too. Everything with my dad and Michelle. Even though she and I were friends again, it took awhile for me to feel like I could be worthy of her again. Therapy helped with that, too.”

“I'm glad. And I'm really glad you two have each other. Your weaknesses are kinda similar, but you're both strong enough that it's more of an advantage because you can keep each other in check with empathy.”

He laughs. “And you're calling me insightful. ...I gotta admit, I'm weirdly happy that you called me about this.”

“Really? Why?”

“I guess...you could say it's a relief to have you call because you're worried Michelle might be stressed and disappointed over having to work on Thanksgiving. It feels very...everyday?”

“I think I know what you mean. ...It's a taste of normal that's can be little hard to come by for our family.”

“Exactly. Hey, I should hang up and finish shopping. ...Are you guys gonna watch the Condors' game on Thanksgiving?”

“From what Jake's told me, there will definitely be a game on at his folks' place. I'll see if I can convince them to make it yours. I'll tell Diego and Varyyn to tune in here, too.”

“Good. I'm gonna need all the good vibes you can send me.”

“I'll rub my belly during the game for good luck.”

He laughs. “What, are you Buddha now?”

“What, lucky belly rubs are only for Buddha?”

“Pretty sure. But what the hell, it couldn't hurt. Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving if I don't talk to you before then. And I'll see you guys on New Year's Eve.”

“I'll see you then, Sean.”

Tahira

The biting November breeze trails chilly fingers over my face, tugging at the dark tendrils of hair that have escaped the headband I've put on to keep my ears warm as I wander through the park with Grayson, my fingers laced with his. It's mid-afternoon, but the recent end of daylight savings time means that dusk is rapidly approaching. Not that it's all that easy to tell with the sky so heavily clouded as it is today. By now, the trees are completely bare, and their skeletal branches stand out starkly against the dappled sky. The fallen leaves have all been cleared away, which somehow makes the world seem quieter and more dead in this moment than it will in a few weeks when the snows start falling. It's like looking at a body freshly dead as opposed to after it's been embalmed and dressed for a final viewing. The thought is morbid enough to make me shiver.

“You cold?” Grayson takes his hand from mine to slip his arm over my shoulder and draw me closer to his side. I smile, letting my head rest lightly on his shoulder.

“I'm okay now. Why, are you cold?”

“A little,” he admits.

“Wanna head back towards your place? We could go inside and get warm.”

He nods, kissing the top of my head. “Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.”

I wind my arm around his waist. “So...how was your dad today?”

“I...didn't say?”

“You haven't said much of anything all afternoon. ...If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay.”

“No,” he sighs. “I do, kind of. Dad is...well...the doctors think that physically, he's okay. But his moods are...all over the map. He's angry, he's depressed...and then there are moments when he's almost manic and he seems hyperfocused on...something. ...No matter what, he still barely speaks to me. I know he's hearing me, but...it's like he can't say anything of any substance to me. Like he's hiding something. I've tried confronting him on what he did. I try asking gently. I even tried asking if he did it to bring Mom back. ...Nothing has gotten him to talk about it. And then out of the blue today, he says we should have Thanksgiving dinner together.”

“...How do you feel about that?”

“...He's my dad, Tahira. I don't want to leave him alone for a holiday...”

I sigh. “...I want to offer to go with you for moral support...but...”

He shakes his head fiercely, turning toward me and drawing me into his arms. “No. Absolutely not. After what he did to you, I don't want the two of you anywhere near each other.” He sighs. “...I feel like I should refuse him. I feel...like I'm being disloyal to you, still worrying about him.”

I feel my heart twist at his words. Pulling back, I take his face in my hands and meet his eyes. I hold his gaze for a moment before leaning forward to gently press my mouth to his. I feel him respond and I kiss him again and again, slow and tender. Finally breaking, I let my forehead rest on his.

“You're not being disloyal to me, Grayson. Any more than you're being disloyal to your dad by kissing me. You love us both, and it isn't your fault that any of this happened between us.”

He closes his eyes, his breath shaking. “I...just want you to know that I'm on your side. Really know it. ...If it comes to it, I'll support you over him. I promise.”

I wind my arms around him and rest my chin on his shoulder. “I am grateful to have your support.” I murmur in his ear. There aren't many people in the park with the weather being what it is, but I still keep my voice low. “...But if it comes to battle between me and your father again, I need to know that you'll be safe more than anything else.”

“...But...”

“Promise me, Grayson. Promise me you'll protect yourself. I'll have allies to rely on in the fighting, allies like me.”

I feel Grayson hesitate for a moment before finally nodding against my shoulder, wrapping me in his arms.

“You're right. I have to get used to the idea that my girlfriend has superpowers and doesn't need me to be the macho man.”

I laugh. “I wouldn't need that from you anyway. That's not who I fell in love with. Just stay my smart, compassionate, courageous, loyal Grayson.”

“All right, enough flattery,” he quips. “You're already getting a raise with the new year, what more do you want?”

I draw back to look him in the eye, grinning. “I could tell you, but it might be a little indelicate for a public park.”

“Ohh, so it's like that, is it? We'd better hurry back to my place, then. I want to see what you're thinking.”

We start walking again. We're moving faster now, though I'm not sure how much of it is eagerness to fall into bed together and how much is because it's quickly getting colder.

“Hey...Grayson?”

“Hmm?”

“Even if I can't go with you to your dad's...there's no reason you can't join me and Mom for dinner afterwards, right?”

“Two Thanksgiving dinners? I probably wouldn't eat much at the second one...”

“That's all right. Mom and I always spend Black Friday dishing out our leftovers at the soup kitchen in Bayside anyway. And you know we'd love to have you.”

He exhales, and there is relief in the sound. “...I would love to be there. So...so much...”

“It's settled then. Our first official holiday as a couple.” As an idea occurs to me, I turn to him with a grin. “...And to celebrate this approaching momentous occasion...” I take his hand, dragging him towards a rock shed on the edge of the park.

“Woah! Tahira, where are we going?”

I stop just long enough to whisper in his ear, “Somewhere I can get changed. Dragonness is going to fly you home.”

[cowboyjen68]

what are some of your favorite books, films and band/music?

I gotta say, I am pretty old school when it comes to music. Thanks to the magic of sirius radio, the kids thought 70′s and 80′s music was new because that’s what we had on in the car.  INXS (before Micheal Hutchence died), The Cure, Erasure, Depeche Mode,-- what all the not cool kids that were cool listened to in 1987.  Bowling for Soup is one of my favorites. I’ve listened to a little Fall Out Boy but my CD left with my daughter. Bitch(the singer), I love 90 percent of her stuff. -If you have never listened to her, check out her album “Blasted”. Melissa Ferrick. (her song drive IS NOT about driving!)  My favorite album of hers is “Still Right Here”. And i love The Rebecca Riots from Berkeley CA.  

Books. Ender’s Game is my all time favorite. (Author is an ass, but his writing is spot on)  Anything by the Lesbian Fantasy writer Jane Fletcher.  I really enjoyed Hannah Hart’s Buffering.  Classics: I am a fan of Walt Whitman, The Grapes of Wrath had a profound affect on me. Ray Bradbury and Isaac Asimov never disappoint me... 

Lately I have been listening to a Pod Cast of Sci Fi short stories called Light Speed .Very LGBTQ  Friendly. They just had an episode called “WaterBirds” By G. V.Anderson... find that episode..listen to it. It was so wonderful I almost stopped mowing to clap and cheer!

Movies: “Just Friends” with Ryan Reynolds is a tradition around this house.  The Sure Thing with John Cusack I have always loved.  Jurassic Park, Indiana Jones. I like comedies or action movies with comedy and not too much CGI.  The Heat is hilarious every time. We used to watch Evil Dead: The Army of Darkness as a family, because I am the mom and I said it was fine.

Bonus section:  TV.  FireFly (14 episodes of amazing, a movie and then no more). Farscape. I can watch Xena over and over as can my kids. They quote episodes. X- Files  (yes and more please--Gillian Anderson-- Hello!) 

[rikwrybac]

Sunday Morning with Joni Mitchell

We're on the sofa together

She's in Memphis

with the other Egyptians

who built pyramids of music

She says she's sitting in a cafe

and I remind her it's my couch

in sight of corn and beans

in Iowa

I'm thinking about the news

and how I don't miss it

glad the currency of daily life

doesn't gloss over my eyes

Ha—current-cy

I don't know what has happened

in the last four days

and this morning

the world still full of fools

fighting for everything

“A woman must have everything.”

I know about that Joni

I'm beyond it all now

peeking from time to time

into the abyss

falling more slowly

than I did years ago

when I was a young journalist

in college during the war

following the march against

in the middle of wheat and lentils

in the great Palouse

Up and down the hills

filing as it happened reports

just like Edward R.

did from London

except I'm not on CBS

just the college station

wired into the dorms

with 8 listeners

who are reading Shakespeare

and Mao in the same language

from red books

I'm preparing for the day

a cop and a bunch of people

are murdered in Gillette

northeast Wyoming

when I go to the hospital

and am the first to report

live on the air

the policeman is dead

the killer is dead

and a pile of others

as this nut drove

across the town

spreading death

as easily as I put

the eggs on my toast

and the sweet stuff

in my black coffee

You still with me Joni?

You're fading out

as the summer heat of Iowa

makes a cloud fall

out of my freezer

Joni is traveling again

and I think of all the miles

between wherever

that are now so much

wasted dinosaurs

as we head for the end

of civilization that was never civil

as I stare at the changing screen

pictures that change every minute

three boys wrestling

in bright red breechclouts

at some rendezvous of trappers

their parents probably

What do you think Joni

of my tie-dyed loincloth

Yeah nobody cares

as she says “I'll be thinking of you.”

Oh sure babe

She's in her 70s

I'm in my 60s.

“Will you still love me

when I get back to town?”

I'm too young for you sweets

and if I'm looking at guys

in their malos

on some Pacific isle

then you might not be

the right person to cuddle with

“I've got the blues inside...”

Sorry, I know you had your heart set

on me as your man

We both sigh

me in my lonely Iowa

and you in your British Columbia

singing to an old nobody

writing some words

on a glowing screen

ready to get another cup

of Folgers

the only coffee I can afford

and you probably

with those beans

shit from the ass

of some odd cat

expensive beans

ground by natives

with their carved-rock

mortars and pestles

sitting in their loincloths

or is that poi

It doesn't matter any more

I don't know what's going on

as you travel

spilling your words

in ones and zeros

from my computer's CD player

hissing at summer lawns

please my dear

be nice

at least I'm wearing something

and you're jumping

out of my speakers

as naked a poet

as there ever was

while we're kissing in cafes

kissing on main street

rollin' rollin' rock and rollin'

Barry G. Wick

[doc-boredom]

For theask meme all the asks bud fuck you

YOU DRUNK BITCH FINE

1. vanilla coke bi or cherry coke bi?Cherry coke but actually I like both!!!

2. smoky eye bi or sharp eyeliner bi?Sharp eyeliner, I can’t blend anything outside of gold eyeshadow for my life.

3. gold bi or silver bi?G O L D. 

4. moon bi or sun bi?the moon is beautiful im love her 

5. walk in the forest bi or walk on the beach bi?fuck the beach, fuck sand, im here for forests

6. milkshake bi or smoothie bi?smoothie baby

7. pastel bi or neon bi?neon gets on my nerves after a while, pastels are always good.

8. PwP (plot without porn) bi or PwP (porn without plot) bi?I think the person fucked this up PORN WITH PLOT ALWAYS PLOT 

9. pun loving bi or pun hating bi?pun tolerant bi lmfao

10. strong bi-fi game bi or weak bi-fi game bi?what the fuck is bi-fi????? does that mean i have weak bifi game?

11. cat bi or dog bi?dogs! dogs dogs dogs!

12. boyband bi or girlband bi?-looks back at the old 1D CDS i have, limited edition- I mean...

13. coffee bi or tea bi?tea, but becoming more of a coffee bi

14. dyed hair bi or natural hair bi?FORCED TO BE NATURAL, WANTING ALWAYS TO BE DYED HAIR BI

15. romcom bi or thriller bi?romcom pls,,

16. matte lipstick bi or glossy lipstick bi?mattes, glossy is so annoying and stick and my hair gets stuck and mattes are just nicer

17. dragons bi or dinosaurs bi?UH DRAGONS???

18. coffee shop au bi or high school au bi?high school au, more so college au

19. nicki minaj bi or beyoncé bi?YUH-YUH-YONCE

20. history bi or science bi?science in theory is nice but then you get all that math and math is homophobic so im a history bi

21. frida kahlo bi or virginia woolf bi?frida kahlo bi

22. highkey bi or lowkey bi?lmao im highkey bi for SURE

23. bowtie bi or tie bi?bowties are so cute ouo

24. selfie bi or candid bi?im a slut for selfies

25. pizza bi or pasta bi?PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA I COULD EAT PIZZA FOREVER

26. black nailpolish bi or colorful nailpolish bi?colorful!!!! i wish i wore black more often tho

27. soft and squishy bi or sharp and pointy bi?soft soft soft pls be careful i am soft UoU

28. *NSYNC bi or backstreet boys bi?bACKSTREETS BACK A L R I G HT 29. kinky bi or vanilla bi?im v kinky ok

30. playing with people’s hair bi or having your hair played with bi?bo tH

31. norse mythology bi or greek mythology bi?those gay ass GREEKS

32. velvet bi or cashmere bi?velvet. i have so much velvet stuff in the winter.

33. black eyeliner bi or colorful eyeliner bi?black eyeliner once again i suck at makeup lmfao

34. book quote bi or tv show quote bi?BOOK QUOTES, FIVE-EVER

35. big city bi or small city bi?big city big big city bitch

36. rough sex bi or gentle sex bi?........both.

37. melon bi or grapefruit bi?I HATE MELON UGH 

38. bubblegum bi or breath mint bi?bubble gum bi(tch)

39. mesh bi or lace bi?i love lace! i want more lace things!!!!!

40. vegetable bi or fruit bi?veggies mcfucking suck fruit all the way

41. jeans jacket bi or leather jacket bi?OH JEAN JACKETS FOR SURE

42. sliced fruit bi or whole fruit bi?whole fruit i want the CRONCH

43. heels bi or sneakers bi?im a flats bi let’s be honest here

44. friendship crush bi or romantic crush bi?i am v romantic UuU

45. desert bi or ocean bi?ew whomst the fuck likes the desert

46. going to sleep at 8 am bi or getting up at 8 am bi?going to sleep at 8 am lmfaoooooooo

47. messy bun bi or ponytail bi?messy bun, perferably two

48. bee bi or bumblebee bi?BUMBLES COS IM SOFT

49. parks & rec bi or friends bi?

parks and rec, but i love both

50. faux fur bi or faux leather bi?faux leather (tho i got a real leather jacket and i love it)

51. Extra™ bi or regular bi?I BE EXTRA BI

52. acoustic bi or remix bi?eugh i hate acoustic covers byeeeee

53. message bi or ask bi?message

54. board game bi or card game bi?board games, especially clue, i fuckin LOVE clue

55. desaturated bi or color porn bi?desaturated tbh 

56. pop bi or indie bi?y’all know im a huge hipster lmfao

57. painting star constellations on their skin bi or painting animals bi?S T A R S

58. astrology bi or mbti bi?ASTROLOGY FOREVER #SCORPIOLYFE

59. pride parade bi or celebrating in ur PJs bi?i dont like parades,,,,,,,,,, but i like pride parade parties you hear what im saying

60. eyelashes bi or eyebrows bi?I want to be an eyebrows bi, i am a (natural) eyelash bi

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #396

“every time i leave, you say you won’t be there, & you’re always there”

So, is it gif with a hard G or soft G? I used to say "jif," but now I pronounce it as "gif." If you use libraries, what is the largest overdue fine you’ve ever had? *shrug* Do you ever borrow things other than books from the library? I remember back in the day, they used to offer educational computer games, and I bought a dinosaur one as a kid that I was madly obsessed with. Are there still any movie rental places left where you live? Just Redbox things outside of some stores. Do you ever buy secondhand books (or DVDs, video games, CDs)? Yeah; Ebay is my friend. Or do you prefer them to be brand new? I mean yeah, but it's not a massive deal to me so long the thing is operational or not falling apart. Do you ever write fanfic? Of what? Nah. Do you ever READ fanfic? Of what? Also nah. Do you have a favorite classical composer? No. Have you ever had multicolored/rainbow hair? No, but I would LOVE to. What kind of hats, if any, do you like to wear? I don't wear hats. What is your #1 deal-breaker with friendships? If you're manipulative, byyyyyeeeee~ Who is your favorite character on Bob’s Burgers and why? (If you watch it) I've seen some episodes, but I don't actually watch it. Have you ever had a retro celebrity crush? Like a crush on an “old” celebrity who was most famous a long time ago or is long dead? Audrey Hepburn, for one, is drop-dead GORGEOUS. When you buy/receive new clothes, do you instantly wear them or wash first? It depends on what I bought and where it's from. What’s the weirdest item you’ve seen for sale on Ebay? Idk. Are parents to blame for what their kids do on the Internet? No; kids make their own choices. I do, however, believe the parents should monitor what they do until they reach a certain degree of maturity, as well as the child's history with what they've done on the Internet. Do you use acronyms to remember things? Sometimes. Do you take pills like Tylenol for the littlest aches and pains? No. Only if I'm really in pain will I take Ibuprofen/Advil. Don’t you think Crocs are ugly? Big time. I don't know why they're in vogue now when they used to be so widely hated. When was the last time you went roller skating? Oh, it's been years. Who was your favorite Ninja Turtle? I was never into the franchise. Horror flicks make you: laugh, scream, or squirm? I prefer the ones that make you uneasy. I'm not a big fan of the nasty ones, and I want to feel on edge when I'm watching a horror film, but it's EXTREMELY rare I become legitimately scared. If you could become a doctor, what would you specialize in? Uhhhh. Maybe genetic disorders. What’s the cutest thing a little kid has ever said to/in front of you? I'm sure it was something my niece or nephew said, but I'm unsure of what. They've said many adorable things. Did any characters from TV shows scare you as a kid? Which one(s)? FUCKING KING RAMSES FROM COURAGE THE COWARDLY DOG. FUCK he gave me nightmares. What’s the saddest thing you’ve heard on the news recently? I was very saddened to hear about the giraffe that died giving birth. Do you believe that acupuncture works? I'm not educated enough on this subject. Have you ever been hypnotized? No, and I don't believe it's possible to be. What’s the first food you can smell when you enter the mall? The soft pretzels, omg. That little stand is my favorite part of our local mall. They make DELICIOUS pretzels. What is the worst hurt you’ve ever experienced? Jason leaving. Are huge muscles gross or sexy? Like serious body builders, it's gross to me. I prefer a natural musculature. Have you ever fished and caught something weird? I know I have, but what isn't coming to mind. Do you use an umbrella when it rains? Unless it is absolutely pouring, no. Do you like getting caught in the rain? No. What is the hardest part of cleaning for you? It requires physical exertion and I am INCREDIBLY weak with non-existent stamina. Do you have any fake flowers in your room? No. Do you own any succulents? No. What is your favorite thing about spring? The only thing I like about spring are all the flowers. What is something you find hard to draw? HANDS. UGH. Was it sunny for your senior prom pictures? Sigh. It was a beautiful sunset. I REALLY wish I didn't delete all those pictures from existence. Have you ever seen a double rainbow? I've seen like, a triple rainbow. What’s one thing you want to learn how to make? Your ordinary meals. I really want to be able to cook my own food from scratch. Do you have stomach issues? Maybe TMI, but it's been questioned but not fully examined that I may have IBS. My stomach is very sensitive. When was the last time you apologized and didn’t mean it? I'm not sure. Do you prefer to be the “talker” or the “listener” in a conversation? The listener. What’s a movie that you think everyone should see? Johnny Got His Gun. If you could have any hair color, what color would you want? Either pastel pink or light creamsicle orange. When was the last time you saw your “first love”? February of 2017. Who’s the smartest person you know personally? My best guy friend Girt. What makes them so smart? He's just very intelligent. Book-smart. Are there any bands/artists that get you all emotional? Ozzy. He and his music are so important to me. What’s your favourite aunt or uncle’s first name? Robert. Have you ever done a first aid course? No. What time do you generally wake up in the morning? It varies from like, 6:00-8:30ish. If you could have one superpower, what would it be? Definitely shapeshifting. I'd love to be a druid, man. Do you ever make surveys? If so, are they long or short? No, but I combine them because I don't like surveys that are too short by my standards. When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? Honestly, probably never. I love my current hairstyle, but I most certainly plan on dyeing it maaaany more times. As a child, what was your favorite game to play? I was hooked on the first three Spyro games. I would play 'em over and over. Do any of your siblings have significant others? Do you like them? My older sister is married, and I am NOT a fan of her husband. He's WAY too conservative and bigoted and racist and misogynistic, etc. etc. He's wonderful as a dad, like holy shit he loves his kids, but his beliefs are abhorrent. Dad's daughter is also married, and her husband is awesome. Mom's eldest daughter is also married, and her husband seems cool. My brother has a fiancee that I've never met. Do you believe in the concept of global warming? No fucking shit I do. It's impossible to logically deny, especially as the years go on. When was the last time you took a picture of something? Was it yourself? I took some pictures of this beautiful hydrangea bush outside the TMS office a few days ago. When drinking soda, do you prefer bottles or cans or poured in a glass? Cans, because it stays colder. Do you wear deodorant? Um, yes? If you had a pet pig, what would you name it? Probably something very unoriginal, like Wilbur. Do you like Led Zeppelin? I LOVE "Kashmir." "Stairway to Heaven" was madly important to me, but yeah... I can't listen to it anymore. Like seriously, I haven't in years. Do you like hugs? I do. Have you read the Constitution of the United States of America? Only the Bill of Rights for school. Do you have your own computer or use a family one? I have my own laptop. Do you take out the trash? Sometimes. Is there a calendar in the room you’re in? Outdated meerkat ones. What is your best friend’s name? Sara Jane. :') Have you ever seen a real-life cop chase? Maybe? What is your favorite shape? Circles. Are pigs adorable or dirty? They're precious! And pigs are actually a lot cleaner than people think, if they're not muddy. Anything moldy in your house? Not to my knowledge. Our old house had a serious mold problem, though, which is the primary reason we had to move. Especially with Mom having cancer at the time, she needed to be in the most sterile environment possible. Have you ever been in an earthquake? No. Do you enjoy history? No. Are you watching TV right now? No, but rather GameGrumps on YT. Could you ever be a mortician? True shit, it actually doesn't seem THAT bad. Can you solve a Rubik’s cube? Never seriously tried. How many pets do you have? Just two right now. Are you more close with your mom or dad? My mom. Who is the person that has impacted your life the most? Jason. Or Mom. Have you ever had a pet fish? Yeah. Poor things, they had terrible husbandry. I've learned a hell of a lot from a YouTuber/streamer that is like obsessed with fish about just how misinformed people are on how to take care of various fish. Your goldfish in that little bowl died for a reason, you know. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes. Do you prefer tea or coffee? Both suck. Have you ever vaped? No. How did your parents meet? They were co-workers. What was your first word? "Dada." Have you ever had a kinky dream about a celebrity? ... I mighta lmao. When was the last time you had Nutella? A long time ago. It reeeeaaaally needs to stay out of my house, because I will eat it straight out of the jar. Name someone with a sexy sounding voice. So I don't know where this was, but Mark was once credited in something as "if chocolate had a voice" and I was like YOU FUCKIN BET YOUR SWEET ASS.