#happy 34th birthday to this beauty

[shapersmind]

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘 : 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 , depeche mode (february 5, 1990) | aesthetic series

[kurooh]

⊹₊˚. it’s kento’s birthday, and you’re spending it in malaysia, by his side.

⟡ 18+ content (mdni), fem! reader, fluff + smut, creampie, beach sex, squirting, pussy eating, & he wants to marry you. everyone say happy birthday to nanami <3

“kento!” you scream, laughing as you run straight into the waves, the ocean water warm and inviting.

his loud laugh comes from behind you as he chases after you, practically sprinting to catch you in his arms. the sand shifts beneath your feet, shells glinting from beneath the small waves and then disappearing as the tide falls back.

kento’s happy to finally be in malaysia, the place he’d dreamed of going to since he was a little kid. what’s even better is the fact that this is his 34th birthday, and you’re spending it here, with him. the beach is beautiful, with its golden sand and clear, enticing water. it makes the perfect spot to propose to you, he thinks.

you squeal when he catches you in his arms, the both of you laughing right before the wet sand becomes unsteady beneath his feet and you both tumble to the ground in a heap. a small wave crashes over the two of you, and you both grow quiet upon realizing the position you’re in — you’re straddling his waist, small hands pressed into his big chest, you in a bikini and him in some trunks.

“ken,” you murmur, and kento’s already tugging you forward by your shoulder, kissing you deeply as he holds you close.

one of your hands slips behind his head, fingers pushing into his wet hair and pulling ever so slightly as his tongue presses between your lips. teeth begin to clash against teeth as you both become a little rougher, more eager — then he’s flipping you over, positioning himself on top of you.

“ken, i don’t wanna do it in the water..”

“mmm, i didn’t either.” kento pulls you up, appreciating how pretty and pliant you are for him as he positions you on your hands and knees. “is this comfortable, angel?”

you nod, tossing him a hooded eyed look over your shoulder as he slides off his navy blue trunks, tossing them onto the dry sand so they don’t get washed away. after all, he irresponsibly tucked a little box with a ring in the pocket, hoping to propose while playing in the waves. you reach back and yank your bikini bottoms to the side, wiggling in anticipation.

kento grips the base of his large cock, gently rubbing his tip between your sticky folds before spitting on his cock and slicking it up.

“are you ready?” he confirms, one hand on your hip, squeezing at the plush skin.

“of course i am, kento.”

and with that he’s pushing inside you, cock stretching your pussy out and filling it up at the same time. a broken moan leaves your lips as water splashes against your hands and forearms.

“you’re always too tight,” kento grunts, though he’s absolutely not complaining. “shit, i’ve been dreaming of this..”

he draws his hips back before plunging inside you fully, groaning as his fingers fumble with the bow tied knot of your bikini top. the bikini slithers off your chest, but he catches it before it falls into the water and tosses it towards his trunks.

“bein’ in malaysia, or fucking me on the beach?” you suggest breathlessly, whining loudly when he leans forward, sweeping a hand across your stomach before he reaches your chest.

“being in malaysia with you, and then fucking you on the beach,” kento clarifies, snapping his hips forward sloppily as he grabs and squeezes your tits hard. both of your nipples are pinched between his large fingers, sending a sting of pain and a shock of pleasure straight to your clit.

the heat all over your body only grows as he fucks you, building and twisting right in your pussy more and more with the way his cock head’s hitting all the right spots.

“oh, kento!” you exclaim after one particularly hard thrust that has your knees weakening and sliding in the sand, “you feel so good, i-i need it faster, please!”

“anything for you,” kento’s head falls back and his eyes close as he fucks into you as fast as he can. he releases your tits, letting them bounce and slap together as he opts to grip your hips for support.

“fuck, nghhh— god, i can’t get enough of you,” he feels his cock thicken and throb inside of you and knows he’s not too far from filling up your pussy, so he removes a hand from your hip and nestles his hand between your thighs. then his fingers find your clit and he starts to rub at the swollen bud, using your wetness for some lubrication.

a small wave crashes into your arms again, splashing onto your tits and making them grow sticky with sea water. your back arches, and you turn your head, looking over your shoulder to admire him. his hair is wet and sticking to all sides of his face, chest gleaming with some droplets of seawater, and his face is twisted in pleasure as he fucks you and furiously rubs your clit.

“k-ken, you’re gonna make me—” just as he pinches your clit the way you like it, his cock tightens inside you and he falls forward, chest pressing into your back while he wraps an arm around you tight.

“ken, ‘m cumming— cumming, feels so good, ah!” your pussy clenches down on his cock tightly, attempting to milk every last drop of cum from him all while you squirt hard onto his cock and pelvis.

kento pushes deep, pouring hot cum inside you as he groans, snatching one of your tits into his hands and squeezing hard. “mmmh.. god, i’ll never not cum fast when i’m fucking you.”

whimpering, you jiggle your asscheeks against him, and he slowly leans back with a smile. “i love you, angel.. i’m so thankful you planned this whole trip for my birthday.”

“happy birthday, ken,” you say dazedly, biting down on your bottom lip as he gently pulls his cock from you, and the hateful emptiness settles into your hole.

as you attempt to stand up on jelly legs, a large hand presses firmly into the small of your back. behind you, kento settles on his knees, lifting you close to him by your thighs as though you’re a doll.

“k-ken, what’re you doing?” you stutter, pussy clenching the second you feel his hot breath fan onto your sticky clit.

“cleaning up this mess,” he murmurs, affectionately using his fingers to collect the mixture of his cum and your squirt dripping in a long strand from between your folds. “i’m absolutely not letting this go to waste, god. not when you taste as good as you do, shit.”

he languidly drags his silky, rough tongue up and down your hole and clit, corners of his lips curling into some kind of smile when you whine in need. “d-don’t tease me like that, god..”

kento ignores you, licking the wetness from your clit and then sucking the remnants of your squirt from your inner thighs and surrounding areas of your pussy. as you clench down on nothing, desperate for his tongue, most of his cum starts to flow out of you thick white globs, collecting at your clit in droplets and threatening to fall to the sand below.

just as you’re about to get upset at the lack of proper stimulation, kento wraps his lips around your cum covered clit and sucks hard.

“kento! your t-tongue’s so fucking good, i need more, please!” your fingers squeeze into the sand, mouth falling open in pure bliss. loud, panting moans leave your lips thoughtlessly as he pulls your pussy closer to his mouth, licking everything up.

“princess, it’s my birthday.” kento reminds you as he pauses to catch his breath, “and i think i want this to be my celebratory cake.”

[morbidology]

On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale, a 23-year-old woman, leapt to her death from the 86th-floor observation deck of the Empire State Building in New York City. Her death, immortalized by a haunting photograph, became one of the most iconic images of the 20th century and is often referred to as "the most beautiful suicide."

Evelyn McHale was born on September 20, 1923, in Berkeley, California. After her parents' divorce, she moved to Tuckahoe, New York, with her father and siblings. Evelyn joined the Women's Army Corps and was stationed in Jefferson City, Missouri, during World War II. After her service, she moved to New York City, where she worked as a bookkeeper at the Kitab Engraving Company.

Evelyn was engaged to Barry Rhodes, a college student and ex-GI who lived in Pennsylvania. The couple planned to marry, and by all accounts, their relationship appeared happy and stable. However, beneath the surface, Evelyn struggled with deep emotional turmoil.

On the morning of May 1, 1947, Evelyn visited Barry in Pennsylvania to celebrate his birthday. After returning to New York City, she went to the Empire State Building. She bought a ticket to the observation deck and, after spending a few moments there, climbed over the railing and jumped.

Evelyn's body landed on the roof of a United Nations limousine parked on 34th Street. Just minutes after her death, photography student Robert Wiles happened to be nearby and captured an eerily serene photograph of her body. In the image, Evelyn appears to be peacefully asleep, her legs crossed at the ankles, with one hand clutching her pearl necklace.

This photograph was published in Life magazine and quickly became famous. The haunting image, combined with the apparent calmness and beauty of Evelyn's repose, led to it being dubbed "the most beautiful suicide."

Evelyn left behind a suicide note, found in her purse at the observation deck. In it, she expressed her deep despair and requested that her body not be viewed or held in a public funeral. She wrote:

"I don’t want anyone in or out of my family to see any part of me. Could you destroy my body by cremation? I beg of you and my family – don’t have any service for me or remembrance for me. My fiancé asked me to marry him in June. I don’t think I would make a good wife for anybody. He is much better off without me. Tell my father, I have too many of my mother’s tendencies."

[xiexielians]

"I've been in the public eye since I was 15 years old. On the beautiful, lovely side of that, I've been so lucky to make music for living and look out into crowds of loving, vibrant people. On the other side of the coin, my mistakes have been used against me, my heartbreaks have been used as entertainment, and my songwriting has been trivialized as 'oversharing'."

!HAPPY 34TH BIRTHDAY TAYLOR!

[antithesixm]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOJO

happy birthday to the most the beautiful, amazing, gorgeous, perfect, loveable, adorable, prettiest man ever, my glorious blue eyed king. he has changed my life so so so much and honestly, i’m not even joking when i talk about how much i love him. it’s unhealthy at this point but it also somehow feels so so so worth it because it’s him. i wouldn’t dare say this openly under any other circumstance in fear of being seen as actually crazy but this is a long ass paragraph that i’m like 99.9% sure nobody will read so.. i honestly think he’s my true love, i don’t think i can love anyone as much as i love him like, i have so much love for him that sometimes my heart can’t take it, and i feel overwhelmed with the realisation that i’ll never love a real person as much as i love him; it’s a terrifying realisation but oddly satisfying at the same time, because now i know i’m capable of this emotion. at first, it was just a silly little joke because i thought he was hot but now, i fear that i may not be able to love another person like how i love him. happy 34th birthday, my love, my lifeline, my world, my sea, my moon, my stars, my sun, my sky, my pulse, my blood. you are paradise, heaven, the ocean, the starry night sky, and everything beautiful. i dedicate my everything to you. i truly believe that i was born on this earth for the sole purpose of loving you. you are what keeps me alive, you are the air that i breathe, the water that i drink, the food that i eat. my heart beats for you and only you, my light. i love you, i love you, i love you. i love you so much that it’s unfathomable. if you killed me and sent me straight to hell, i’d happily be a foolish sinner, happily singing you praises as i burn for all eternity. once again, happy birthday. i love you, i miss you, i need you. please come home or my heart won’t be able to take it anymore :,)

[pinkpunkdynamite]

Happy 34th birthday to this beauty. Thank you for your existence.

[rottenpumpkin13]

This Time I'll Call

⏤ Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children

⏤ AU, Angst with a happy ending, Cloud Strife/Genesis Rhapsodos, grief, feelings of guilt, major character death but the characters are already dead.

⏤ WC: 1620

⏤ Genesis’s coping method these days include a phone number that no longer exists.

⏤ My writing is extremely wonky in this because I’m getting over yet another wave of writer’s block, but I cried to Yellow by Coldplay while thinking of this and now you get to feel my pain too :,)

The shutter of the camera echoed faintly across the vacant parking lot. It flashed, capturing the moment in color, but never in its full glory. It’s what Genesis found the most annoying about photography.

Photos never did beautiful scenery justice, and certainly not the infamous, golden sunset over Midgar’s ruins.

The sunlight would streak through broken glass and make the red dirt glow. Every dust particle became glitter, the piles of metal and rock were painted orange and yellow, and the decrepit buildings would soak up life in each sun ray, giving them the illusion of their prior glory, when Midgar was still a bustling metropolis. 

Genesis lowered the camera, then unslung the strap from around his neck. Angeal would always have them pose in the scenery after he’d taken the picture.

He said he liked to capture both the place and the people he was with, who were almost always Genesis and Sephiroth. 

He’d always bark orders at them, telling one to sling his arm over the other, or nagging Sephiroth to smile. Cracking a joke always worked. Sephiroth would always laugh at Angeal’s jokes. 

Sephiroth’s laugh was comically deep, a phenomenon that never failed to make Genesis himself laugh. Soon enough the two would be laughing and Angeal would snap the photo.

Genesis laughed quietly at the memory, then stuffed the camera in his open bag. 

It was a rooftop parking lot in one of the few skyscrapers that still stood. The hollow chill of the mid-autumn air magnified every sound tenfold, making the wind that whistled through cracks in the concrete sound like ghostly screams.

Genesis slung his legs over the barrier, sitting right on the edge of the drop. Then he reached across and pulled the bag closer to him. He fished around until he found his phone.

Genesis wasn’t delusional, don’t get him wrong. He knew dialing a dead man’s number was nothing but metaphorically picking at a wound. 

But it wasn’t like it was a daily bout of mania. It was only once every few months, a tradition of sorts. 

Each key he pressed emitted a small beep as he dialed the number. It went as it always did. He’d press the phone to his ear, his heart nearly tearing a hole through his chest, then wait for the electronic voice. 

“We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.”

“Hey ‘Geal, it’s Genesis!” He forced the words out no matter how much his voice trembled. “Guess where I am right now? Midgar. Well, what’s left of it at least.” In a low tone, he added: “You can thank Seph for that.” 

Genesis fixed his eyes on the ruins below. The breeze raked through his hair before he ran his own hand through it. “So…It was my birthday last week. Thirty-four. That’s a big age.”

He rolled his eyes. “Remember when Director Lazard turned thirty-four and refused to let us throw him an office party, but we did so anyway? Yeah, now I know how he felt.” 

Genesis crossed his legs. “Can you believe the little shits threw me a party? Behind my back too. I walked into the bar and was met with a giant banner that read Gen’s 34th. Ugh. I would’ve left immediately if the kids didn’t look so happy.”

He paused, then huffed. “Marlene ate so much cake she got that crazed cat look in her eyes, you know, the one Seph used to get when he ate too much sugar?” 

Genesis coughed, trying to hide his laughter. “And Cid—Captain Highwind, you’ve heard of him—he kept egging Tifa on, saying she couldn’t handle her liquor until she caved and beat him in a drinking competition.” 

This time he did laugh, heartily as the memory replayed in his mind’s eye. 

“She claimed she was only a little tipsy, but couldn’t mix one drink for the rest of the night. I took over, of course. I missed playing bartender. I still help out there some nights when the bar’s too packed, not that I have much time for that anymore.” 

Genesis leaned over and braced his head in his hand. “The WRO and Reeve keep me pretty busy…Something I’d never thought I’d say. Oh! And I’m a writer now! An officially published author!”

He couldn’t keep himself from giggling childishly. He was alone after all, with not one Barret Wallace to tease him for his laugh in sight. “It’s a part of a project the WRO’s working on. I’m under a pseudonym, of course, and instead waxing poetic about LOVELESS themes, I’m writing about The Cetra.” 

He smirked, tracing the cracks in the concrete with his free hand. “Can you believe I did it all? SOLDIER, wanted war criminal, presumed dead man and now I’m a writer. At least that’s how Yuffie phrases it.”

Genesis sat up straight, then shielded his eyes from the sunlight. “Speaking of Yuffie and LOVELESS, they’re making a new blockbuster action franchise based on LOVELESS. I watched the first movie last week with Cloud, Yuffie, and Vincent. I think I’m starting to grow on her. She can finally stand to be in the same room as me instead of attempting to kill me.” 

He sighed. “She has guts. Reminds me of myself at that age.” There was a pause before he added: “Firaga skills included, by the way…She nearly set Cid’s head on fire when he dared her to light his cigarette with materia.”

He stretched, stifling a yawn. “And then there’s Cloud.”

Genesis felt his heartstrings tighten at the thought of him. His lips subconsciously stretched into a smile.

“We’re doing well, taking it slowly…If him sleeping in my apartment during weekends is slow.” He shook his head. “I like him. A lot. And he likes me too, which is…Something I never thought I’d have the privilege of saying.” 

The sun dipped more into the horizon with each passing minute. “Angeal…Have you ever felt guilty? And I mean truly guilty? Because I do all the time. Cloud says it’s me developing a conscience after, quote, years of being an asshole.”

He swallowed hard. “I don’t know. Sometimes I feel seriously undeserving of the things I have, of the job I have after deserting SOLDIER, the friends I’ve made after I lead you….”

The phone nearly slipped from his weakened hand, but Genesis pressed it harder to his ear. He felt the sharp pierce to his nose, the pain that preceded the tears. He bit his lip harshly enough to taste the metallic pang of blood on his tongue. 

“After I lead you to your death.” 

The phone rang. Genesis paled, eyes shooting open as he jerked his hand away. The smidgen of hope that pricked his nerves became a childish reflex once he saw the name. 

Cloud flashed across the screen, right above the picture Genesis had taken of him in Kalm a few months ago, the one where he’s smiling while holding a Chocobo chick. 

He wiped away the stray tear from his cheek, then cleared his throat. 

“Hi—”

“Are you still in Midgar?” Cloud’s voice sounded from over the phone before Genesis could greet him.

Genesis sighed, then felt his body deflate as his shoulders dropped. “I am, why?” He scoffed in a mocking tone. “Miss me?” 

He could practically feel Cloud roll his eyes from the other end. 

“Full of yourself much?”

Genesis shrugged. “Not fuller than you, dearest.” 

“Gen!” Cloud sputtered, no doubt blushing while Genesis laughed uncontrollably. He groaned. “Look, if we’re late again, Tifa’s gonna freak. I’m coming to pick you up.” 

Genesis slipped from the barrier, standing up. “No need. As much as I love—”

“Genesis if you say ‘riding you’ I’m hanging up.”

“Riding with you!” Genesis corrected him with a smirk. “I need to stretch my wings a bit more. Besides, it’s quicker.” 

“You sure? I don’t like letting you fly at night.” 

Genesis smiled, leaning on the barrier. “You worry too much, Strife.”

“Because you’re a hazard to yourself and others, Rhapsodos.”

Genesis scoffed. “I’ll be there in a bit. I need to get started on that dumbapple pie, anyway, or else Marlene will have my head. I promised I’d bake her one weeks ago.”

“Alright,” Cloud said. “Call me if you change your mind. And stop flying if you get a wing cramp on the way, got it?” 

“Fine, fine,” Genesis waved his hand dismissively. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once they had said their goodbyes, Genesis pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. A trembling sigh reverberated through his chest. Then, he put the phone up to his ear again.

“I have to go now, ‘Geal.” Genesis pressed his lips together as if it would stop the words from spilling out. “I miss you, old friend. I miss you more than the richest words could express.” He sighed. “Say hi to the puppy for me. And tell him Cloud sends his love.”

He gathered up his things, then slung the bag over his shoulder. “While you’re at it, give Sephiroth a good kick in the shins for me, will you?” Genesis smiled, but he didn’t notice it. “And tell him I miss him too. Terribly.” 

Genesis inched the phone away from his face, paused, and then put it to his ear again. “Before I go, it should come as no surprise to you but…”

He sighed, letting his shoulders deflate as the weighted emotions rolled off of them. 

“Three friends go into battle. One is captured. One flies away. The one that is left….” 

As Genesis began to walk away, he looked at the sunset one last time. 

“Lives to tell the tale.”

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Happy JongHyun Day 🌷

I can never thank you for the myriad and beautiful gifts you shared with us. I hope you know how much you meant, and still mean, to so many, not least to the people closest to you. I can’t thank you, but I want to… you’ll never see it, but maybe that doesn’t matter. Thank you for your authenticity, vulnerability, and courage, for your smile and all the little things of you that you shared with us along the way. Thank you 💙 Happy 34th Birthday 💙

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS BEAUTIFUL BEARLY FUNCTIONING ADULT MAN CHILD!

Happy 34th birthday to Mark.

Hope You Have A Wonderful One.

[unforeseen-idiot]

Jack Zimmermann birthday

Happy 34th you beautiful idiot.

[gaymer-hag-stan]

Happy 34th birthday to Goddess Yoong!

Yoona is known for her talent, beauty, and versatile career, excelling in both music and acting. She has starred in numerous television dramas and films, earning acclaim for her performances. Yoona is also recognized for her philanthropy and influence in the entertainment industry.

[bigreputation92592]

To The Queen Of Bridges

To @taylorswift I wish you a very happy pre-34th birthday. Love, health, happiness, and success are the four things I hope for you the most. Even though we haven't met in person, you are an incredible, beautiful, courageous, fearless, compassionate, humorous, and inspiring human being. From the inside out, you are stunning. A heartfelt "thank you" for being you. @taylorswift @taylornation

I've been a swiftie since 2008. I have developed an increasingly strong affection for Taylor Swift with each passing day 💖

Love Always,

Kelly Sagiv

[the1975attheirverybest]

HAPPY 34th BIRTHDAY TO THIS WEIRDO!!! I can’t possibly put into words how much Matty has enriched my life with his work and his talent, and the way that he carries himself in the world. So, I won’t even try. Instead, here are SOME, of my favorite pictures that capture SOME of his beauty. Don’t worry, Matty, you’re still very much young and relevant.

[august-donovan]

August’s 34th birthday was one for the books. Since his incarceration at seventeen, birthdays had become a day like any other for a decade. And then he was released and birthdays were something that he had to readjust to. To this day it is still hard for the man to openly accept gifts or recognition. He hated being in the center of attention. Addie asked him early on how he wanted to spend his birthday, she was always accommodating of his introverted self. It was something about her that he absolutely loved. Naturally, August requested a lowkey day with just them, his son, and their combined dogs. And that’s what she gave him. 

His day started off with a bang, quite literally. Ares was jumping up and down on his father’s bed, pounding on the bottom of a cooking pot with a wooden spoon as he sang Happy Birthday off key. It was loud and disorienting from the jumping but August loved every moment of it and he would have this as his morning alarm every day for the rest of his life if he could. August sat up in bed, laughing as he watched his young son finish his rendition of the song. Once he had, August clapped proudly for his son before he opened his arms to catch the child as he leapt towards him. “Happy birthday, daddy!” Ares said, his blue eyes shimmering up at him. 

Adaline made her presence known now—she had been standing in the doorway, silently laughing—now she approached the bed, a breakfast tray in her hand. Tied to one of the handles was a balloon that read “happy birthday” in a curvy font. Ares was bouncing up and down on his dad and then crawled beside him so he could see the food. “Look what we did!” Addie said cheerfully, showing August the pancake that was covered in candles, it looked more than 34 to August; he had a feeling Ares had too much fun adding the candles so he kept going until there was no more. 

— — — — —

The next morning, August was the first one up. With Addie and Ares still sleeping, he took it upon himself to make them breakfast after they had spoiled him so much the previous day. He was standing in front of the kitchen island, rapping along to Phora that was coming from the speaker on the other end of the counterspace. In front of him, he was slicing up strawberries, bananas, and apples. When he saw Addie coming into the room, he couldn’t help but smile at her. She was so beautiful. He felt his heart racing at the sight of her. As soon as she was in his arms, this explosion of love only intensified. His hands slid down her waist to pull her closer—bam! The loud knock at the door startled them both, sending Addie and August a few inches apart. 

August slid his hand along Addie’s jaw in an attempt to lull away the concern in her eyes. “Stay here,” he whispered and started for the door. Every footstep he took grew heavier and heavier the further away from Addie he went. August had no idea who was on the other side of the door, but he knew whatever was the reason was bad—the urgency in the knock revealed this. Slowly, August peeked through the side window and saw several officers standing, one with his gun tight in his hand but aimed towards the ground. 

His breathing intensified immediately. It was happening and there was nothing he could do about this. He thought about his son sleeping upstairs. He could hear the dogs barking loudly, still secured behind the bedroom door thankfully. His thoughts went to Addie and how scared she must be in the kitchen wondering who was banging on his door this early in the morning. August wanted to run to her, to try and explain this away, but how could he? Another loud bang came from the barrier in front of him and August jumped again. He didn’t want to open the door but he had to. He wanted to be strong but bravery ran out the back door the moment he peeked out the window and saw the officers. 

“August Donovan, we know you’re in there, open up now. This is your last chance to go willingly!” came the booming voice of an officer. 

August gripped the doorknob now but still he couldn’t open it. He felt his eyes burning with fear, his heart was hammering against his chest, and he wondered if his heavy breathing was turning into a panic attack. “Open it,” he muttered to himself, swallowing hard, and then he yanked it open as fast as he could and raised his hands up to show the cops he meant them no harm. 

The largest of the bunch grabbed August by the scruff of his neck and slammed him into the wall, pulling his hands behind his back so swiftly and aggressively that he felt his muscles pulling in his shoulders. August didn’t resist. He didn’t react. He didn’t speak. He was compliant. His mind was already trying to pull him back in time to those terrible days in prison. Having guards slam him into walls just because, being frisked for no damn reason, being attacked, degraded. It wouldn’t have surprised him if one of the men had taken a jab at him right now. He could hear someone reading him his rights but he wasn’t listening. All he could think about was Addie and Ares, they were here. She was right there, just twenty feet away in the other room. He tried to keep his composure, even as they tightened the handcuffs too much on his wrists. He didn’t react. He stayed calm. And then she was there. 

Addie ran towards him as they started pulling him out of the home. She pulled at his arm and August wanted to curl up into her warmth and light, breathe her in and calm his anxiety that was festering. She pleaded with the men. She was so adamant that this was a mistake. She had so much faith in August. It was gut wrenching to see her cry and plead without being able to wrap her in his arms. He pulled against the grip of the officers and leaned into her now, needing to inhale her aroma to keep with him now. 

Officer Logan was demanding that she let him go. Don’t let go, he wanted to scream at her but he knew better. The cop walked towards Addie now and August felt rage. If one of them laid their hands on her, August would go ballistic and then this would really be a shitshow. “Baby, you gotta let go,” he whispered against her face when Addie held onto him tighter. “Baby, let go,” he said more sternly and now he was trying to pull himself away from her so the cops didn’t touch her. They didn’t deserve to touch an angel, even just to move her away. August stared at Addie for a moment and then he was being roughly turned the opposite direction to head out of the house. 

He tried to look back once but the cop slammed his head forward and he had to swallow his embarrassment. No…this was humiliation. He was dragged out of his house in front of his girlfriend. 

— — — — —

August was dragged into an interrogation room and left to stew for what felt like days. So much time had passed that his stomach started to grumble from hunger. He was cold, his feet still bare. He didn’t even have a damn shirt on. He tried to sit back in the metal chair, but the handcuffs restricted him and kept him slouched over the cold table that they were connected to. He knew they were watching him behind the glass and because of this August tried to remain as stoic as possible but his mind was a different problem. 

He kept slipping back to his former life behind bars. Everything about the cold interrogation room reminded him of his endless nights in lockup. He could almost hear cell doors slamming in the distance and he told himself it was just in his mind…but it felt so real. 

Another stretch of time went on before finally the door opened and a beefy detective came into the room, huffing as he sat at the table. He laid a folder on top of the table between them and looked at August. “Well, Mr. Donovan, you’re in a lot of shit,” he said, tapping the manilla folder and wheezed. “With your record, we could put you back in prison for the rest of your life. So, let’s just make this easy on you, yeah? Tell us where your brother and former CO Warren Cold are and we’ll let you go.” 

August stared blankly at the detective but said nothing as he had since he was first taken in for questioning though he wasn’t sure if they had something to charge him with. 

“So, that’s how it’s gonna be?” said the large detective, pointing a stubby finger at August. “How about a night in the tank then?” he barked, “seeing as you don’t wanna stay in this room.” He grabbed the folder off the table and walked out of the room. 

A few moments later, Officer Logan appeared. He unhooked August from the table before twisting his arms to handcuff them behind his back as he led him out of the interrogation room and to inmate take in. He was handed off to another officer who was instructed to send him to the tank and made note that he was “uncooperative.” After August was forced to undress for a cavity search and then issued a state jumpsuit and shoes, he was taken to the “back of the house” as one cop put it. 

This was the dirtiest part of the jailhouse. The lighting was dim and faulty, there was no air conditioning, the floor had a film of grime on it, and the cells were rusted, walls drenched in various stains that August didn’t want to investigate. The officer opened the door to one of the cells and shoved August inside of it before closing the door. Before August could even turn around to have his handcuffs removed, the cop was gone. 

“Asshole,” August whispered and sat on the bench that was built against the wall, it shuffled under his weight, it was wobbly. He tried to loosen the handcuffs on his wrists that were beginning to rub raw. 

He was exhausted and hungry. Over the next hours —or maybe just minutes— he would catch himself drifting off to sleep and would wake up just as his back was beginning to droop against the nasty wall. This conflict continued until his exhaustion was too much to handle and he fell asleep. He drifted off into an uneasy sleep. 

The cell door opened unexpectedly and the deafening noise of three hundred inmates cheering arrived. August stepped out of his cell, his cellmate at his side. Below them a riot had broken out. The COs tried to get a handle on the situation, but there were too many inmates. August stepped back into the cell, leaning against his cot. “Yo, we gotta go out there Gus. If we don’t, that’s picking a side and we’ll be marked.” Craft started out of the cell, taking a left hook from a rival gang almost immediately. The large man bolstered his shoulders to make him appear larger to August, but this didn’t scare him off. In fact, it gave August the courage he needed and he stepped up, punched the giant in the nose and sent him tumbling over the rails to the lower deck. August helped his cellmate up before they ran down the staircase to find anyone affiliated with the Hilltop gang. 

While Craft squared up with a CO who attempted to apprehend him, August was ambushed by Juan and Pedro, two of Carlos’ men who had recently been incarcerated. “What’s up, bitch?” said Pedro, walking towards August, Juan moving in to keep him pinned in. “Carlos said we’d find you here. He told us to give you a message.” 

Fire pierced through August’s side and soon he was seeing white spots. He felt faint and flush, staggering backward which was when he saw Manny, a third gang member who had snuck up behind him and plunged a homemade shank into his lower back. 

August gasped as he woke up from the memory nightmare. He felt fire expelling from the scar of the wound, he tried grabbing at his side (with difficulty due to the handcuffs) wondering if he had been stabbed again—did one of the guards slip in while he was sleeping? He slumped down on the floor, his chest was tight and he was having difficulty breathing. How could he go back to prison? The thought of being locked up away from his family, his son, Addie…it made him want to die. The man curled up in a ball in the corner of the dank and drafty cell and he felt the dark cloud shrouding him.

[theincaprincess]

My time in New Zealand is almost coming to an end 😭.

I have had the best of times here, from going up 61 floors of the sky tower, to playing around in the Weta Workshop unleashed.

See amazing sunrises and sets and visiting the Aquarium and Auckland zoo, the beaches here and beautiful as well, and the rolling hills and beautiful landscapes 😍.

But nothing can top celebrating your 34th birthday in Hobbiton, a place I have wanted to go to for years! And to top it all off getting Happy birthday sang to you in the glowworm caves was just an amazing experience!

Honestly I can say I have fallen in love with this country and I will miss it when I go home, but I am planning on coming back! This won’t be the last time my feet touch New Zealand ground!!

[jamswift5h]

HII I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAYYYY 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 @taylorswift

Happy 34th birthday to my person of the year, the first pure musician billionaire, has highest grossing tour of the year and highest grossing concert film ever, a golden globe nominee and the most searched person of the year. Taylor Alison Swift 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thank you SO much for everything, Tay. For making my life bearable, you continue to save my life 🥹💜 cant believe ive been here for 15 years being a lil swiftie and I’ll always stay 💙 i love you to the moon and to saturn, all my tattoos are for you. ✨ And, thank you for your songs, my furbabies have beautiful names 🐶🐈 @taylornation

See you next year, Taylor 😭🫶🏻 <13 #pleasehugmesomeday

I had the time of my life fighting dragons with youuuu! Celebrate 34 with me by watching The Eras Tour (Extended Version) including “Long Live” 🐉 “The Archer” 🏹 and “Wildest Dreams” 💙 at home!

PS troll me all you want about my excessive and literal millennial emoji use but A) no one’s prouder to be a millennial and B) it’s my bday and today I am exempt! 🎂

https://taylor.lnk.to/TSTheErasTourAtHome